27 abril, 2006
21 abril, 2006
Ego
Soy borde, maleducado, seco, sieso, soso, aburrido, triste, poco alegre, insensible (eso no lo digo sólo yo, lo dicen unas cuantas mujeres), tengo bastante mala leche, si gozase de inmunidad ante las leyes acabaría con la vida de un montón de personas sólo porque me caen mal y no lo sentiría en absoluto, además de mandar a otros muchos a picar piedras a alguna cantera.
Así pues, si veis que estoy alicaído, si os dais cuenta de que escucho música depresiva, si percibís que no soy el alma de la fiesta precisamente, no preguntéis que qué me pasa. No pasa nada. Es mi estado normal. Es mi forma de ser, ¿queda claro?. Soy así, qué le vamos a hacer. Os agradezco la preocupación, pero no hace falta que os molestéis. Cuando me veis de mejor humor, más animado, es porque algo ha ocurrido que me ha subido la estima. Nada más.
Ejemplo práctico: Estoy escuchando Trouble, de Coldplay, y me gusta, me encanta, me pone los pelos de punta.
Este post va dedicado al cabrón de Diego, con su táctica de "balones a...". Que te den por el culo, mamonazo XDD
19 abril, 2006
Qué recuerdos...
PD: Dadle tiempo a cargar, porque tarda un huevo.
18 abril, 2006
No tengo nada que decir
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I’ll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger’s hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There’s danger on the edge of town
Ride the king’s highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he’s old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we’ll do the rest
The blue bus is callin’ us
The blue bus is callin’ us
Driver, where you taken’ us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...i want to...fuck you
C’mon baby, take a chance with us
C’mon baby, take a chance with us
C’mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin’ a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin’ a blue rock
C’mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you’ll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
The Doors - The End.
02 abril, 2006
Songs for a funeral
I step off the train
I'm walking down your street again and past your door
But you don't live there any more
It's years since you've been there
But now you've disappeard somewhere like outer space
You've found some better place
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
Could you be dead?
You always were two steps ahead of everyone
We'd walk behind while you would run
I look up at your house
And I can almost hear you shout down to me
Where I always used to be
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
Back on the train
I ask why did I come again?
Can I confess I've been haning around your old address?
The years have proved to offer nothing since you moved
You're long gone
But I can't move on
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rainI step off the train
I'm walking down your street again and past your door
But you don't live there any more
It's years since you've been there
But now you've disappeard somewhere like outer space
You've found some better place
And I miss you
Yeah. You've found some better place
And I miss you. You've found some better place
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain...Everything but the girl - Missing.
Alegra esa cara
¿Sabes? Tienes razón. Hasta cuando llueva. De hecho, aún más en esos momentos.
Escuchando: The eskimo's bed, de Lonely Joe.