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From the story “Finding her place” by Thunderbee. Read it on Backspaces.

From the story “Honeybee” by Thunderbee. Read it on Backspaces.

From the story “Liar” by Thunderbee. Read it on Backspaces.

“If this was the cold war we could keep each other warm,” I said
On the first occasion that I met Marie
We were crawling through the hatch that was
The missle silo door
And I don’t think that she really thought that much of me
I never had to learn to love her
Like I learned to love the bomb
She just came along and started to ignore me
But as we waited for the big one
I started singing her my songs
And I think she started feeling something for me

We passed the time with crosswords
That she thought to bring inside
“What five letters spell apacolypse?” she asked me
I wandered over saying WWIII
She smiled and we both knew that she misjudged me
Oh Marie it was so easy to fall in love with you
It felt almost like a home of sorts or something
And you would keep the warhead missle silo good as new
And I’d watch you with my thumb above the button

Then one night you found me in my army issue cott
You told me of your flash of inspiration
You said “Fusion was the broken heart that’s lonely’s only thought”
And all night long you drove me wild with your equations
Oh Marie do you remember all the time we used to take
We’d make our love then ramsack the rations
I think of you leaving now in the avalanche cascades
My eyes get washed away in chain reactions

Oh Marie if you would stay we could stick pins in the map
Of all the places you thought that love would be found
But I would only need one pin to show where my love is at
In a top secret location 300 feet under the ground

We could hold each other close
We’d stay up every night
Look up into the dark and pretend it’s the night sky
Pretend this giant missle is a old oak tree instead
And I’d carve your name in hearts into the warhead
Oh Marie something tells me things just won’t
Work out above
That our love would live a half-life on the surface
So at night while you are sleeping
I hold you closer just because
As our time grows short I grow a little nervous

So I think about the big one
WWIII
Would we ever really care the world had ended?
You could hold me here forever
Like you’re holding me tonight
I think about that big red button and I’m tempted

Dark touches tonight

Los caminos de la vida
no son como yo pensaba
como los imaginaba
no son como yo creía

Los caminos de la vida
son muy dificil de andarlos
difícil de caminarlos
yo no encuentro la salida

Yo pensaba que la vida era distinta
cuando estaba pequeñito yo creía
que las cosas eran fácil como ayer

Que mi viejecita buena se esmeraba
por darme todo lo que necesitaba
y hoy me doy cuenta que tanto así no es

Porque mi viejita ya está cansada
de trabajar pa’ mi hermano y pa’ mí
y ahora con gusto me toca ayudarla
y por mi vieja lucharé hasta el fin

Por ella lucharé hasta que me muera
y por ella no me quiero morir
tampoco que se me muera mi vieja
pero qué va si el destino es así

Los Caminos de la vida
no son como yo pensaba
como los imaginaba
no son como yo creía

Los caminos de la vida
son muy difícil de andarlos
difícil de caminarlos
yo no encuentro la salida

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Uno sabe que la vida
derrepente ha de acabarse
y uno espera que sea tarde
que llegue la despedida

Un amigo me decía
recompensaré a mis viejos
por la crianza que me dieron
y no le alcanzó la vida

Por eso te pido a ti, mi Dios del cielo
para que me guíes al camino correcto
para mi viejita linda compensar

Para que olvide ese mar de sufrimientos
y que de ella se aparte todo el tormento
que para criarnos tuvo que pasar

Viejita linda tienes que entenderme
no te preocupes todo va a cambiar
yo sufro mucho madrecita al verte
necesitada y no te puedo dar

A veces lloro al sentirme impotente
son tantas cosas que te quiero dar
y voy a luchar incansablemente
porque tú no mereces sufrir más

Los Caminos de la vida
no son como yo pensaba
como los imaginaba
no son como yo creía

Los caminos de la vida
son muy difícil de andarlos
difícil de caminarlos
yo no encuentro la salida

My dad and me

Los Caminos de la vida

As sung by La Tropa Vallenata

From the story “Muse” by Thunderbee. Read it on Backspaces.