The National: Hairpin Turns

The National: minimalismo abrumador.

Llegó la primavera y todo siguió igual. El mismo tránsito monótono, nada ni nadie lo conseguía iluminar. Cada amanecer se transformó en una curva cerrada más.

Javier Mateos

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 I like the old way I thought I was hanging in there
You held back the worst rain from my shoulders then


What are we going through, you and me?
Every other house on the street is burning
What are we going through, wait and see
Days of brutalism and hairpin turns


Your nervous throat clicks and my spirit swims right to the hook
You go quiet and leave me in the wake of a terrifying look


What are we going through, you and me?
What is it you want me to be learning?
We're always arguing about the same things
Days of brutalism and hairpin turns


Say it like I was right in the room there
Say it like your head was on my shoulder
(And I'll keep my eyes open)


What are we going through, you and me?
Every other house on the street's burning
What are we going through, wait and see
Days of brutalism and hairpin turns
What are we going through, you and me?
What is it you want me to be learning?
We're always arguing about the same things
Days of brutalism and hairpin turns

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