Blog de Luis Diego

Once upon a time you dressed so fine,
you threw the bums a dime, in your prime, didn’t you?  
People called said: “beware doll; you’re bound to fall” 
You thought they were all kiddin’ you; 
You use to laugh about
everybody that was hangin’ out  
Now you don’t talk so loud,
now you don’t seem so proud  
About having to be scrounging your next meal 

How does it feel?  
How does it feel?  
To be without a home 
Like a complete unknown 
Like a rolling stone   

Oh you’ve gone through the finest school all right, Miss Lonely  
But you know you only use to get juiced in it  
Nobody’s ever taught you how to live out on the street  
And now you’re gonna have to get used to it  
You say you never compromise
with a mystery tramp but now you realize  
He’s not selling any alibis 
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes  
And say do you want to make a deal?   

How does it feel? 
How does it feel? 
To be on your own  
With no direction home 
A complete unknown 
Like a rolling stone 

Oh you’ve never turned around to see the frowns on the 
jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you  
Never understood that it ain’t no good 
You shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you  
You use to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat  
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat  
Ain’t it hard when you discover that he really wasn't where it’s at?  
After he took from you everything he could steal 

How does it feel?  
How does it feel?  
To be on your own  
With no direction home 
Like a complete unknown 
Like a rolling stone   

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people they all 
Drinkin,’thinkin’ that they got it made  
Exchanging all precious gifts 
But you better take a diamond ring  
You better pawn it babe 
You use to be so amused  
And Napoleon in rags and the language that he used  
Go to him now he calls ya, ya can’t refuse  
When ya ain’t got nothing, ya got nothing to lose  
You’re invisible now you’ve got no secrets to conceal   

How does it feel?  
Oh how does it feel?  
To be on your own  
With no direction home 
Like a complete unknown 
Like a rolling stone  

Canción especial para aquellas personas que se crean
"la mamá de Tarzán", pero que posiblemente pasen
por este mundo desapercibidas, como una "rolling stone"!!
(El que no tenga esta canción, bajela!!! ¿¿¿¿Qué está
esperando, Goddamnit!?!?! jajaja)