esclavo tb, weno lo menos que pueda

Monday, June 25, 2007

cayendo bajo

igual es re chanta postear letras de canciones pero cuanto má? idioteque. yeah grupo enreda2 letra enreda, melodia enreda un beat freak hasta pa radiohead, y que ma si life's good at least hen ur not alone. la interpretacion.. tarea. igual song pa genios o desneuronados o una cancion no+... en fernandiano o en ingles? .. no sé tampoco.

Idioteque Who's in a bunker?
Who's in a bunker?
Women and children first
And the children first
And the children
I'll laugh until my head comes off
I'll swallow till I burst
Until I burst
Until I

Who's in a bunker?
Who's in a bunker?
I have seen too much
I haven't seen enough
You haven't seen it
I'll laugh until my head comes off
Women and children first
And children first
And children

Here I'm alllowed
Everything all of the time
Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time

Ice age coming
Ice age coming
Let me hear both sides
Let me hear both sides
Let me hear both
Ice age coming
Ice age coming
Throw it on the fire
Throw it on the fire
Throw it on the

We're not scaremongering
This is really happening
Happening
We're not scaremongering
This is really happening
Happening
Mobiles skwrking
Mobiles chirping
Take the money run
Take the money run
Take the money

Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time
Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time

Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time
Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time

The first of the children

Friday, June 15, 2007

i can't stand the shame

yes i can't
tangled - maroon 5
ni idea - kevin johansen







Me niego lo que soy por querer estar contigo. complicar las cosas.. desde luego! se q no se nada... may we just be?? don't know if i can, and i need your help here: u use to say you have bad luck in love, well i'm my own bad luck. . . u really shouldn't hear what i say until i'm me again cuz before i started writing here i needed no more than see u again and now i need f forgiveness, patience, a smile and not to be needy -i also hate that- .

Thursday, June 14, 2007

zzz..

toi cansao............. en mala.................. no estresa2 ni nada............. cansa2................ emocional, fisica e intelectualmente cansa2.............. quero dormir un rato............

Ksi nadie lee las letras blancas... weno, eso, tuto ahora y el resto a la mierda? no sé, cuando despierte decido o me cuentan como fue.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

el certamen del miercoles.... era de filosofia (la felicidad)

Q vola mas rara es escribir q no kero ser egoista cuando nunk habia escrito algo peor que lo q sigue.
xau que te vaya bien, toi aterra2 de ver la clase de montro q puedo ser, como me puedo olvidar de todo lo que digo solo pq tas ahi y no puedo deal with it. la vida tiene sus momentos, no se cuantos buenos ni cuantos malos, pero te acostumbras a vivirlos te preparas para tenerlos y los sobrellevas, "cumples" y en algunos casos hasta los disfrutas. Yo toi aterra2, no te kero en este lugar ni en este momento. Si alguien tiene q pedir perdon parece q soy yo, al final todos los hombres querian hacerte daño, parece q yo tambien, i'm sorry por quitarte a tu partner y cambiartelo por un atao de rollos. aun asi la vida es simple, cuando sientes muxo piensas poco y vice versa, asi q sera mejor q me ponga a pensar mas y hacer lo q le sirva a la mayoria. - now ur getting lost- explico mejor lo que ni yo entiendo...

siempre para todo hay una razon, aunque estas sean validas solo para quien las plantea y lo que plantee no se entienda. T acuerdas de los deja vu? no creo ni en destinos ni en suertes y las casualidades que me asombran me hicieron creer q las cosas estan bien, q se puede esperar y q no hay razones donde todos las ven. razones hay pa todo, te kero caer mal, qro q no keras nada de yo y que al final recuerdes solo otro q quizo scratch a little little bit of ur bigger better faster harder stronger shell. Quizas eso es mejor, o mas facil, io me justifico quitandote un peso de encima, aunque en el peor de mis ksos el pso sta solo en mi conciencia. This is the part when i use to run, but also mistake and freak out. Razones un monton.. maybe la mas obvia a estas alturas es la q tb es la mas acertada: i'm caged in my fears, no quero esqueletos en mi guardarropa (se me olvido el ingles), y creo q al final lo unico que kero escuchar es el cinematografico "it's ok, it's all going to be alright"

today a whole playlist of 3...
be my somebody - Norah Jones
fidelity - Regina Spektor
colors - Amos Lee
or just..
crazy - Gnarls Barkley

Thursday, June 7, 2007

More about Amy

On a good day in London you might actually hear the sound of the melting pot. In a cafe there could be jazz. As the cars go by, hip hop beats and basslines. Some old reggae booming from the neighbourhood vinyl shop. Home, and your noisy flat mate's blaring TV on the R'n'B channel. It's not going to happen every day, but over a lifetime, even a short one of nineteen years, the history of sweet, strong urban sounds might rub into a person's blood, and that person might grow up musically wise before their years. It could be a girl, white or black. She could be funny, tough, smart, idealistic and devoted to musicianship. If she had a voice that was timeless and salaciously textured and capable of melting concrete even on low heat, that would be too good to wish for.

Amy Winehouse's bio on last.fm


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