Who do you think you arE?

who do you think you're talking to?


tobalstylo............dreams are great but
cant live in/on the clouds

i feel mislead

fake plastic world

Pavellón del '29 de Mies Van der Rohe

her green plastic watering can
for her fake chinese rubber plant
in the fake plastic earth

that she bought from a rubber man
in a ton of rubber plans
to get rid of itself

it wears her out
it wears her out
it wears her out
it wears her out

she lives with a broken man
a cracked polystyrene man
who just crumbles and burns

he used to do surgery
for girls in the eighties
but gravity always wins

she looks like a real thing
she tastes like a real thing
my fake plastic love

but i cant help feeling
i could blow through the ceiling
if i just turn and run

and it wears me out

and if i could be who you wanted
if i could be who you wanted
all the time
all the time




:(

Who

Sometimes i feel like im stuck in your head
and i wonder
one day you get away from face
im getting stronger
sometimes i feel like it stucks upon
to see whats under
let me out
let me out of it
i cant stand it any longer

i might be a fan of your insolence

She grew up in a nice neighborhoor
but it didnt do her no good
cause shes just a sum of her influence
hell, and i cant tell you the differencE
by the cracked windscreen on her car
something is telling you dont know how lucky you are
youre just lik the rest of those girls

thryre all death by diamonds and
death by diamonds and pearls

you got your figure all nice
but the heart stays colder than ice
you got 25 grand on the bubble
and you are the one telling me that you dont think you are in trouble
i might be a fan of your insolence
but that dont make you the innocent
youre just like the rest of those girls

death by diamonds and pearls







tototobalstylo

im in the quicksand

El corría

nunca le enseñaron a andar

se fue

tras luces palidas

ella huía de espejismos

y horas de más

aeropuertos

unos vienen otros se van

igual que Alicia sin ciudad

el valor para marcharse

miedo a llegar....

Llueve en el canal

la corriente enseña

el camino hacia el mar

todos duermen ya

dejarse llevar

suena demasiado bien

jugar al azar

nunca saber donde puedes terminar

o empezar

un instante mientras los turistas se van

un tren de madrugada consiguió trazar

la frontera entre siempre o jamás

Llueve en el canal

la corriente enseña el camino hacia el mar

todos duermen ya

dejarse llevar

suena demasiado bien

jugar al azar nunca saber donde puedes

terminar o empezar

Ella duerme tras el vendaval se quito la ropa

sueña con despertar en otro tiempo y en otra ciudad

tobalstylo al ritmo de copenhage reviviendo bcn