Mark y yo nos acabamos de conocer. Me encuentro de viaje y abandoné Santiago sin música salvo por un disco duro con acumulación de telarañas, Mark estaba ahí... esperándome. Y no sé como no nos encontramos antes. Suena su primera canción y la atracción es inevitable; se presenta carrasposo y con tanto por contar, pero sin pretensiones. Mark, es que nada más te puedo decir, alguien más definió perfecto lo que pienso de ti:
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Heavy head and harbor mind / Red sun claws at my blood shot eye / The faithful are scattered / They're running away / Along for the ride with all of my shame / Now I need someone / Sleep with me
Sleep with me / A dark night's coming, won't you / Sleep with me
These feral girls will suit me more than / Gloss from drug store magazines / The werewolf teeth flicker and gleam / You're someone who saw / The same way I see at / The turn of a century
Skip thin dimes on sheets of ice / I got my eyes on you / You got your eyes on me
The angels are scattered / Swearing to God / The albatross dives / And the firing squad / And I need someone / Sleep with me
Sleep with me / Dark night fallin', come on / Sleep with me
Heavy head on asphalt line / Gift horse pissed in my blood shot eye / Dead dream on beyond stair / The ambulance crawls / The siren I hear / It'll find me anywhere
The faithful have scattered / Running away / Along for the ride / With all of my shame / Because I need someone
Oh, you're lookin at me / I got my eyes on you / The world is fallin' away
It's a dark night
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