Montgolfier Brothers - Journey's End

What's a Girl To Do?

We walked arm in arm
But I didn't feel his touch
A desire I'd first tried to hide,
That tingling inside was gone
And when he asked me:
'do you still love me?'
I had to look away
I didn't want to tell him
That my heart grows colder with each day

When you love so long
That the thrill is gone
And your kisses at night
Are replaced with tears
And when your dreams are on
A train to train wreck town
Then I ask you now, what's a girl to do?

He said he'd take me away
That we'd work things out
And I didn't want to tell him
But it was then I had to say
Over the times we've shared
It's all blackened out
And my bat lightning heart
Wants to fly away

When you love so long
That the thrill is gone
And your kisses at night
Are replaced with tears
And when your dreams are on
A train to train wreck town
Then I ask you now, what's a girl to do?

What's a girl to do? x3

Useless

Well its about time
Its beginning to hurt
Time you made up your mind
Just what is it all worth

All my useless advice
All my hanging around
All your cutting down to size
All my bringing you down

Watch the clock on the wall
Feel the slowing of time
Hear a voice in the hall
Echoing in my mind

All your stupid ideals
Got your head in the clouds
You should see how it feels
With your feet on the ground

Here I stand the accused
With your fist in my face
Feeling tired and bruised
With the bitterest taste

Snow + pony + 17 + Lucy + gate

St Lucy's gate
Stays open 'til late.
Leaves a light on in the in the hall:
Throws shadows on the bathroom wall behind.

She has got a knowledge of places,
She is a woman of tight spaces.

Every wroom in her house has a door
That opens onto a blank wall:
Leads nowhere at all.
Leads nowhere at all.

Knows all the in and outs
And cigarette butts.
Knocks once for love and twice for luck.

Heard stories about some midnight, Sitting there scratching at mosquito bites.

Clouds reflecting in the greasy haze, Why do I get these headaches?
Why do I get these headaches?

St Lucy's gate
Stays open to late.
Quietly laughs at the customers clothes;
St Lucy's gate is now closed.

I woke myself ! !

i woke myself up to rest my weary head from all the work i'd done
in those dreams i'd had, like weeding the garden all night.
it's so hard to weed in the dark moonlight.
almost each night between two and four, she rose out of bed
and onto the floor.
and sometimes i have to go in and put her back into her back again.
so maybe this coffee is a bad idea.
and maybe this might not work out for me.
well maybe a walk or a nap could win for us all about now.
i woke myself up just to see you sleep, just to hear the quiet
and just to have a look at everything quiet all night.
it's so good to be in the dark moonlight.
i woke myself up to rest my weary head from all the work i'd done
in those dreams i'd had, like reading the books all night.
and it's so hard to read in the dark moonlight.
and maybe this coffee is a bad idea.
and maybe this might not work out for me.
maybe a nap or a walk could win for us now.

EXACT TO ME

THE SEA AND CAKE "Exact to Me"

Buscando respuestas...

ASK FOR ANSWERS
Time to pass you to the test. Hanging on my lover's breath.
Always coming second best. Pictures of my lover's chest.
Get through this night, there are no second chances.
This time I might.
To ask the sea for answers.
Always falling to the floor, softer than it was before.
Dog boy - media whore, it's who the hell you take me for.

Give up this fight, there are no second chances.
This time I might.
To ask the sea for answers.
These bonds are shackle free, wrapped in lust and lunacy.
Tiny touch of jealousy, these bonds are shackle free.

Get through this night, there are no second chances.
This time I might.
To ask the sea for answers.
These bonds are shackle free
These bonds are shackle free
These bonds are shackle free
These bonds are shackle free

Get through this, there are no second chances.
This time. To ask the sea for answers.

Entre el día 9 y 10 de diciembre a las 0:11

Little star, so you had to go.
You must have wanted him to know.
You must have wanted the world to know
Poor little thing.
Now they know.
Little star,
I had to close my eyes.
There was a fire at the warehouse.
They're always waiting for a thing like this.
Came driving from all over town,
For you, little star.
Little star, you, little star. (Sax solo)
Little star
So you had to go
You must have wanted him to know
You must have wanted the world to know
Poor little thing
And now they know

Sr.Chow

Funkstörung

Aunque nos la sepamos de memoria: "heartbeats"

One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth
We had a promise made
Four hands and then away
Both under influence
We had divine scent
To know what to say
Mind is a razorblade

To call for hands of above, to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me, no

One night of magic rush
The start: a simpel touch
One night to push and scream
And then relief
Ten days of perfect tunes
The colours red and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love

To call for hands of above, to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me, no

To call for hands of above, to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough

And you
You knew the hand of a devil
And you
Kept us awake with wolves teeth
Sharing different heartbeats in one night

To call for hands of above, to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me, no

To call for hands of above, to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough

PD.que conste que es la versión de Jose Gonzalez, la original es del grupo The Knife

IRON & WINE

"Cinder And Smoke"

Give me your hand
The dog in the garden row is covered in mud
And dragging your mother's clothes
Cinder and smoke
The snake in the basement
Found the juniper shade
The farmhouse is burning down

Give me your hand
And take what you will tonight, I'll give it as fast
And high as the flame will rise
Cinder and smoke
Some whispers around the trees
The juniper bends
As if you were listening

Give me your hand
Your mother is drunk as all the firemen shake
A photo from father's arms
Cinder and smoke
You'll ask me to pray for rain
With ash in your mouth
You'll ask it to burn again

Random

A veces la culpa se mezcla con la función random del Mp3 y te encuentras escuchando ésto, caminando por las calles desiertas a las tantas de la madrugada:



WE WERE SPARKLING
There was a silver tree
Down by a river wide
That's where we would go
To hang our pretty things
& watch the wind blow

There used to be a tree
Where we took our pretty things
We'd hook them by a thread
Golden egg lipstick and feathers
Pieces of glass, chandelier baubles
And empty bottles of wine
And watch the light shine through

I'm afraid to forget you
I am remembering you
You were sparkling

¿Cómo mejorar un día par?

La verdad es que los días pares tienen poco arreglo.
Lo mejor es esperar a que se acaben, como hoy...
...son las 19:29 y aun queda mucho día por delante

Tengo ganas de meterme en la cama y dormir un mes entero,
mientras, voy a poner una canción (aunque recomiendo ver este fragmento del show):



MADONNA "Isaac"

Im ninalu (if they were locked)
Daltey Nadivim (doors of the generous)
Daltey Nadivim
Daltey Marom (doors on high)

Im ninalu x8

Staring up into the heavens
In this hell that binds your hands
Will you sacrifice your comfort?
Make your way in a foreign land?

Wrestle with your darkness
Angels call your name
Can you hear what they are saying?
Will you ever be the same?

Mmmmmm
Im ninalu Im ninalu
Mmmmmm
Im ninalu Im ninalu

Remember remember and never forget
All of your life has all been a test
You will find the gate that's open
Even though your spirit's broken

Open up my heart
And cause my lips to speak
Bring the heaven and the stars
Down to earth for me

Im ninalu
Daltey Nadivim

Mmmmmm
Im ninalu Im ninalu
Mmmmmm
Im ninalu Im ninalu

Mmmmmm
Im ninalu im ninalu
Mmmmmm
Im ninalu Im ninalu

El- Hay (god is alive)
El- Hay Marumam Al Keruvim (god is alive, elevated upon cherubs)
Kulam Be-Ruho Ya'alu (everybody in his spirit will rise)

Wrestle with your darkness
Angels call your name
Can you hear what they are saying?
Will you ever be the same?

Mmmmmm
Im ninalu Im ninalu
Mmmmmm
Im ninalu Im ninalu

Mmmmmm
Im ninalu im ninalu
Mmmmmm
Im ninalu Im ninalu

El- Hay (god is alive)
El- Hay Marumam Al Keruvim (god is alive, elevated upon cherubs)

Chocolate

Fragile, seems I opened up to quick and all my dreams were woken up
I slowly lost my fight
with every single man a river cried

I had no sensation, completely numb I felt no satisfaction
I thought no one could ever get me high again
I swear I was not looking

I've waited so long, I thought the real thing was a fake, I thought it was a tool to break me down
you prove me wrong again

If love were liquid it would drown me in a placeless place refine me,
in a heart shape come around me and then melt me slowly down
if love were human it would know me in a lost space come and show me,
hold me and control me and then melt me slowly down, like chocolate

Tastes so good my hearts been mended, who'd have thought it would?
an empty bed and still I won the catch, a man who I love and who loves me back

I've waited so long for love to heal me, so I'd feel it, thought it wasn't real and then you came
you prove me wrong again

If love were liquid it would drown me in a placeless place refine me,
in a heart shape come around me and then melt me slowly down
if love were human it would know me in a lost space come and show me,
hold me and control me and then melt me slowly down, like chocolate

Come here, zoom in, catch the smile
there's no doubt it's for you and I'm addicted tonight

Just one look boy to mellow it out
just one heart here to save me now
your candy kisses are sweet I know
hold me tight baby, don't let go

Esta noche

Iba camino del coche y he necesitado escuchar esta canción.
Me hubiera gustado que no tuviera fin, igual que las carreteras,
habría seguido conduciendo toda la noche...

...todas las cosas parecían estar en su sitio, bueno, casi todas...



Still falling
Breathless and on again
Inside today
Beside me today
A round broken in two
'til your eyes shed into dust
Like two strangers turning into dust
'til my hand shook the way I fear

I could possibly be fading
Or have something more to gain
I could feel myself growing colder
I could feel myself under your face
Under...your face

It was you
breathless and tall
I could feel my eyes turning into dust
And two strangers turning into dust
Turning into dust.

Te quiero pero he elegido la oscuridad

I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness
- When You Go Out -

When you're going out
When i'm staying in
Keep your head above
Head above water

You could start again
Keep your head above
We don't want each other
We don't want our love

Start from one and two
Count from one to five
We can't change this feeling
We can't change this time

Learn to, learn to trust
Let no one else in
Start from one and two
Count from one to five

When you go out
And i'm staying in
Little has changed
But it's just enough

"Save me"

You look like a perfect fit
For a girl in need of a tourniquet

But can you save me
Come on and save me

If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone

'Cause I can tell
You know what it's like
The long farewell of the hunger strike

But can you save me
Come on and save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone

You struck me dumb like radium
Like Peter Pan or Superman

You will come to save me
C'mon and save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
'Cept the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
But the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone

C'mon and save me
Why don't you save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone

Except the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
Except the freaks who could never love anyone

Solo para locos

Y en efecto, si el mundo tiene razón, si esta música de los cafés, estas diversiones en masa, estos hombres americanos contentos con tan poco tienen razón, entonces soy yo el que no la tiene, entonces es verdad que estoy loco, entonces soy efectivamente el lobo estepario que tantas veces me he llamado, la bestia descarriada en un mundo que le es extraño e incomprensible, que ya no encuentra ni su hogar, ni su ambiente, ni su alimento.

Disfrutando el anticristo

Shes made of hair and bone and little teeth
And things I cannot speak
She comes on like a crippled plaything
Spine is just a string
I wrapped our love in all this foil
Silver-tight like spider legs
I never wanted it to ever spoil
But flies will always lay their eggs
Take your hatred out on me
Make your victim my head
You never ever believed in me
I am your tourniquet
Prosthetic synthesis with butterfly
Sealed up with virgin stitch
If it hurts, just tell me
Preserve the innocence
I never wanted it to end this way
But flies will lay their eggs

Haciendo de paparazzi...

Este verano, dando una vuelta por los jardines del Palacio Real de la Granja (Segovia), fisgoneando y disfrutando de la prueba de sonido de un concierto, sintiendo una tremenda envidia por lo que aquella noche me iba a perder... apareció de pronto, como si nada, la artista en cuestión.

No pude resistirme (como buena fan) y tomé varias fotos...

Finalmente rasqué todos mis bolsillos (y los de mi madre) y me terminé quedando para disfrutar de un grandísimo concierto.

Efectivamente: Björk en persona.

Palabras sabias para chicos frágiles

There was a boy made out of china – bone china. Very fragile boy. It was stupid to make a boy out of bone china; what do you expect? He's not gonna be good at any sports – one wild pitch and his head is gonna break off, probably. So he's a gentle, good boy who stays inside a lot, and he hates school because other kids are always trying to break him, it's very bad.

It's very bad for the Bone China Boy, and it's not his fault. He didn't asked to be made out of bone china; he thinks it's stupid to be made out of bone china. And he knows whose fault it is – it's my fault. I invented the boy made out of bone china, and he completely resents me for it.

(Bone China Boy)
(Bone China Boy)

The boy thinks I must be really angry, really full of repressed hostilities, to have invented such a boy. I must have a real sadistic streak; I could just knock this boy over, and he will break into a million pieces – no more Bone China Boy.

At least when I slipped on the ice, I got to go to the hospital and lie in bed for days while people bring me food, and nurses come and give me Tylenol-3 with codeine. And I don't even have to get out of bed to urinate! I just use this bottle that is kept conveniently by my bed, except that sometimes when they empty it, they don't put it back where I can reach it, and sometimes, for example today, they didn't empty it for six hours and now it's full and no one has been by for a long time and when I called to ask a nurse to empty the bottle she said she won't because it's a shift change and it's not urgent and since she didn't speak English very well, I just hung up on her,
but I don't even think she wrote a note or anything and when I just called again there was no answer and, you know, go ahead and complain, Bone China Boy, you don't even have bodily functions, you never have to go to the bathroom, you don't even know what it feels like to hold it in, and if you slipped on the ice and broke your ankle, it wouldn't even hurt. Somebody could just take a hammer and just pound you to bits and it wouldn't hurt you at all, you just wouldn't be a Bone China Boy anymore, you'd be a bunch of broken pieces of bone china, and you wouldn't be able to psychoanalyze me anymore, so don't give me any of that repressed hostility stuff. Just stay on the mantle, little Bone China Boy, and I'll make you a deal, okay? You leave me alone, and when I can walk again, I won't throw you out the window. Is it a deal?

¡Que se note que es día par!!!!

FAILURE
Give yourself over to the failure inside of you, and let it envelop your soul.

Failure is not out to get you. Failure wants to be your friend, the one you can count on when success, that is ever-elusive, eludes you.

Failure is not out to fuck you. Failure wants you to fuck it ? to fuck it all.

Failure wants you to be proud of your lack of accomplishments.

Failure wants you to own your own incompetence.

Failure wants you to be confident in your inability to do anything.

Failure doesn't want you to try; failure wants you to fail.

Failure wants you to get over your fear of failure ? and what better way to do that than to fail and fail again?

If at first you don't succeed, fail and fail again. And fail again. And fail again.

And walk tall. And stand up, and say, "I am a failure. "I am a failure. "I am a failure."

If it is difficult to do this
if it is difficult for you to think of yourself as a failure
if, for example, you have a good career, a nice place to live, a happy family, a lot of money, a sense of purpose, or belief that in the end, everything will all work out, remember all the things in your life you tried to do, but never, ever could.

Think of how when you were five, and you wanted to be an astronaut, and then the space program went into the toilet. Think of how much you wanted to have sex with such-and-such a person, and you were rejected, or too shy to even try. Think of how many times in your life things didn't go your way, and remember: external forces are never to blame. You are the center of your universe, the only force that can ever affect you. Therefore, anything that doesn't work out for you is all your fault.

You are responsible for all of your successes, and the lack thereof. And that is the essential point that failure, your ever-faithful friend, wants to make: that your failure could not exist without you ? without your stupidity, without your lies, without your mistakes, your uselessness, your lack of faith, your ineptitude, your unjustifiable confidence in your alleged abilities, you stupid loser ? failure is your only friend. Failure is your only lover. Failure is your only hope.

So befriend it. Make love to it. And believe in it with all your might. Because failure is all there is for you

Vuelta a (15/11)

Been thinking about you
Your records are here
Your eyes are on my wall
Your teeth are over there
But I'm still no one
And you're my star
What do you care?

Been thinking about you
And there's no rest
Should I still love you
Still see you in bed
But I'm playing with myself
What do you care?
When the other men are far far better

All the things you've got
All the things you need
Who bought you cigarettes
Who bribed the company to come and see you honey?

I've been thinking about you
So how can you sleep
These people aren't your friends
They're paid to kiss your feet
They don't know what I know
And why should you care
When I'm not there

Been thinking about you
And there's no rest
Should I still love you
Still see you in bed
But I'm playing with myself
What do you care?
When I'm not there.

All the things you've got
That you'll never need
All the things you've got
I've bled and I'd bleed to please you

Been thinking about you..

Fresas japonesas

akai sora no you ni
butsu mata mo tsuzuku
ichigo no hatake no naka ni iru to
hora, kikoeni

ookina koe de yonde
wasurenaide to sakebu

now they are fuete iku
urusai ichigo tachi
mata ichigo no hatake no naka ni iru to
hora, kikeoni

ookina koe de yonde
wasurenaide to sakebu



like a red sky
the plants stretch on
when you're in the strawberry fields
listen, you can hear it:

with loud voices they are calling
don't forget me! they scream

now they are slowly growing
the deafening strawberries
and when you're in the strawberry fields
listen, you can hear it:

with loud voices they are calling
don't forget me! they scream

Una canción que me faltaba

You know this place,
you know this gloom?
We've been here before.
When life is a loop,
you're in a room without a door.


Pick up the phone and answer me at last.
Today I will step out of your past.


""Trouble that we've come to know will stay with us"",
with every step it slowly grows.
Rub off the rust.


Pick up the phone and answer me at last.
Today I will step out of your past.

Para mi...

Mmm...

Hoy alguien me ha dicho:
-Ayer escuché una frase e inmediatamente me acordé de ti.
(Hasta aquí no me parece mala cosa...)
-La frase es un poco fuerte pero no se, es tu frase...
(Ya me empiezo a preocupar...)

FRASE: "Soy un suicidio no consumado"

mmmm... esto... y ahora yo que tengo que pensar?? 0_o

Mi amigo Tom...

How can I forget your tender smile
Moments that I have shared with you
Our hearts may break
But they're on their way
And there's nothing I can do

Ohh...

So do what you're gotta do
And don't misunderstand me
You know you don't ever have to worry 'bout me
I'd do it again

I can understand that it can't be
Guess it's hard as you were meant for me
But I can't hide my own despair
I guess I never will

Ohh...

So do what you're gotta do
And don't misunderstand me
You know you don't ever have to worry 'bout me
I'd do it again

So tired of life
No fairytale
So hold your fire
'Cause I need you

Ohh...

Just do what you're gotta do
And don't misunderstand me
You know you don't ever have to worry 'bout me
I'd do it again

Do what you're gotta do
And don't misunderstand me
You keep going over every word that we've said
But you don't have to worry
About me

HEAVEN

t.o.n.t.o.

+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+

Waitin', watchin' the clock, it's four o'clock, it's got to stop
Tell him, take no more, she practices her speech
As he opens the door, she rolls over...
Pretends to sleep, as he looks her over
She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man...
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...
Can't find a better man
Can't find a better man

Ohh...

Talkin' to herself, there's no one else who needs to know...
She tells herself, oh...

Memories back when she was bold and strong
And waiting for the world to come along...
Swears she knew it, now she swears he's gone
She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man...
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...
She lies and says she still loves him, can't find a better man...
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...
Can't find a better man
Can't find a better man

She loved him, yeah...she don't want to leave this way
SHE FEEDS HIM, YEAH...THAT'S WHY SHE'LL BE BACK AGAIN
Can't find a better man (can't find a better man)
Can't find a better man (can't find a better man)
Can't find a better man (can't find a better man)
Can't find a better...man...

La física y la fuerza de voluntad

Me temo que cuando estaba en el colegio nunca me llamó demasiado la atención la asignatura de física. Creo que hasta que no me olvidé por completo de dicha materia no descubrí lo interesante que me podría resultar. Con el tiempo, de vez en cuando, algo me ha impulsado a querer repasar las hojas de aquellos libros tan densos para encontrar respuestas a mis problemas.

Mi última duda tiene que ver con fuerzas; más concretamente con la "fuerza" de voluntad, una fuerza que siempre se me resitió...

Lo que me intriga podría tener que ver con la relación, si es que existe alguna, entre las teorías físicas del trabajo y la energía y su relación directa con la voluntad del ser humano.
Para entendernos vamos a tomarme a mí como sujeto experimental (lo siento, no he encontrado otro mejor) y a mi "fuerza de voluntad" como elemento a estudiar.

1.Para empezar, voy a partir de la base de que si se le llama "fuerza de voluntad" será porque requiere de un trabajo que hay que realizar para que ésta exista, es decir, que nadie tiene fuerza de voluntad sin poner algo de su parte. Si para que exista la fuerza de voluntad hay que hacer un trabajo...mmmm... ¿nadie tiene realmente fuerza de voluntad?

2.Sabemos que el trabajo puede ser positivo o negativo, lo que en nuestro caso se traduciría en aumentar mi fuerza de voluntad en el primer caso y disminuirla en el segundo.

3.Pero claro, también entra en juego el tiempo que aguante haciendo ese trabajo, ya que si dejo de trabajar dejaré de causar algún tipo de efecto sobre mi voluntad.

4.Dependiendo del tipo de fuerza de voluntad que tenga mi vida se desplazará en un sentido u otro, en una dirección u otra y me llevará a un sitio u otro.

5. Ojito de nieve! que trabajo NO es igual que esfuerzo. Se puede esforzar uno y no conseguir nada.

Pues bien, teniendo en cuenta que mi "fuerza de voluntad" es una auténtica MIERDA la física de 3º de BUP viene a decir que:

a) No estoy haciendo un trabajo suficientemente bueno (o malo). Puede que ni siquiera esté trabajando!!!!!(ahora sí que no entiendo por qué me levanto cada día y me paso 9 horas en un sótano sin ventanas...)
b) Suponiendo que SÍ esté haciendo un trabajo, éste debe de ser absolutamente negativo porque cada día tengo menos fuerza de voluntad.
c) Si no tengo fuerza de voluntad casi, y la que tengo es una mierda, nunca me voy a mover de donde estoy. (Aquí podríamos hacer un inciso sobre las leyes de Newton en relación con estar totalmente perdido en la vida, pero creo que se merecería un post en condiciones, así que lo dejaré para otro día)
d) Como el trabajo no tiene nada que ver con el esfuerzo, no tiene sentido alguno que me empeñe en esforzarme en hacer algo ya que no va a tener repercusión alguna en mi vida. ¿no?

MORALEJA: Ya en el colegio nos explicaron las miserias del ser humano y no nos dimos cuenta.

...(poperismo ilustrado)

you and me on a sunny summer's day
well it was easy to get carried away
as we talked about such things
that people do

i never thought about it as love
but i couldn't help feeling sad
as you said that you were leaving

and now summer's almost over
i can't stop thinking of you
i thought our love would be dead gone
but i guess that i was wrong

i remember cycling to the sea
well it was only you and me
i said that this will last forever

and now summer's almost over
i can't stop thinking of you
i thought our love would be dead gone
but i guess that i was wrong

and now summer's almost over
i can't stop thinking of you
i thought our love would be dead gone
but i guess that i was wrong

Drama

Voy a tener que dejar de ver películas...

Lo que habría dicho anoche...

Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
I'm tired and I
I want to go to bed
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
And then leave me alone
Don't try to wake me in the morning
'Cause I will be gone
Don't feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I will feel so glad to go
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
I don't want to wake up
On my own anymore
Sing to me
Sing to me
I don't want to wake up
On my own anymore
Don't feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I really want to go
There is another world
There is a better world
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well ...


Bye bye
Bye bye
Bye ...

Este tema llegará lejos

Se trata del tema estrella del grupo musicovocal Mufasa o Mufasix (aun no me ha quedado muy claro como se llaman...)

Voy a dejar parte de la letra para que quien se atreva a escucharla pueda apreciarla mejor.

Ahí va:



CARNIVOROUS

Carnivorous, Carnivorous... (intraducible)

"Santama" ha prendido fuego a mi colegio
-"Santama"!!! Hijoputa!!! ¿Dónde está mi expediente?!!-
Dijo Pancho.
Pancho, Pancho está llorando
Pancho, Cabrón!!, eres un puto empollón!!!!

Carnivorous, Carnivorous... (intraducible)

TEMAZO

Siempre me encantó esta canción...

Face a word bank and fill in the blanks
It's/its blank city versus (verses? verse is?)
the hearts you�ve ever drawn (dropped?)
Reduce your own arm off for a drop the glass absorbs
And you�re pinned by the speeding dash line crash
But the / their hearts are empty, you have no pain [paint?] and that�s the point.

It's blank city baby where the buildings get stepped on
And all the red carpets they fade (fake? pay?)
(And) now the barbers don�t courtesy hairwash
But the Devil will crop just your long hair
And the Devil�s cover band are mortal / cover band immortal
And they're all [they rock?] for you
My dimes are full
I carry a sad dollar / sanddollar
They play (pay? paid?) me six Decembers
If you can cast my face for any paint that�s left.

I feel so

Loved.

"If i'm gonna go down i'm gonna do it with style"

life used to be life-like
now it's more like showbiz
i wake up in the night
and i don't know where the bathroom is
and i don't know what town i'm in
or what sky i am under
and i wake up in the darkness and i
don't have the will anymore to wonder
everyone has a skeleton
and a closet to keep it in
and your mine
every song has a you
a you that the singer sings to
and you're it this time
baby, you're it this time

when i need to wipe my face
i use the back of my hand
and i like to take up space
just because i can
and i use my dress
to wipe up my drink
i care less and less
what people think
and you are so lame
you always dissapoint me
it's kind of like our running joke
but it's really not funny
and i just want you to live up to
the image of you i create
i see you and i'm so unsatisfied
i see you and i dilate

so i'll walk the plank
and i'll jump with a smile
if i'm gonna go down
i'm gonna do it with style
and you won't see me surrender
you won't hear me confess
'cuz you've left me with nothing
but i've worked with less
and i learn every room long enough
to make it to the door
and then i hear it click shut behind me
and every key works differently
i forget everytime
and forgetting defines me
that's what defines me

when i say you sucked my brain out
the english translation
is i am in love with you
and it is no fun
but i don't use words like love
'cuz words like that don't matter
but don't look so offended
you know, you should be flattered
and i wake up in the night
in some big hotel bed
and my hands grope for the light
and my hands grope for my head
the world is my oyster
the road is my home
and i know that i'm better
off alone

Un chiste

No hay mucho que decir cuando ya lo has dicho todo... ¿no?
(Sobre todo si los chistes son tan malos)

"Fly away to what you want to make"

Oh I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll be the one to hold the gun

Retumbando en mis oídos...

THE LAST ENGINEER

I feel alone in the city
I feel alone in the crowd
I try to listen to reason
But the city’s too loud
I took my heart to a doctor
He took one look in my eyes
He told me hearts may be broken
But the love never dies

I tried to follow my father
He was the last engineer
But they’d closed all the factories
And his steps disappeared
I thought I’d follow the train lines
But it started to rain
And everything looked clearer then
Everything was in it’s place

Craig Armstrong Feat. Iba Andando

I'm tired of this dark place...

Baby I went back to funeral row
kicking through the old streets
of a place I once called home
not long ago

Searching for an omen
looking for a sign
looking for the place I swore an oath of love undying
of love undying

but I'm tired of this dull ache
this endless and fake parade
I'm gonna torch my name and my trade

run into the bright lights
run into the bright lights
run into the bright lights
run into the bright lights

so brother don't go back to funeral row
the streets have fallen silent
and the cross no longer glows
on funeral row

and I'm tired of this dark place
where hope dies and hope fades
I'm gonna leave these shadows behind

head into the bright lights
head into the bright lights
run into the bright lights
run into the bright lights

so come on, Red, get your guitar
feed the flames and feed the fire
wishing things won't make them so
and the truth is, I refuse to go

Cos the shadow's where the best things hide
you can keep the brightest light
you can keep the brightest light
you can keep the blinding light

Una canción, sin más.

Día par, día par, día par, día par, día par, día par

Urgando en las heridas

3.7

could you run a little faster
while I have pieces of glass
stuck into my feet?

could you smoke in my face
while I feel how my lungs
turn into black sand?

could you let me fall from here
while I think that my bag
is a parachute?



could you play my song
while a failure switches
my voice off?

could you still be yourself
while I have to change what
I like the most?!

Cua qui tu ti chin ... papipu cui cui chui chuo...ni ni..

Casualidad...??

It’s good to see you
It’s been a while
You’ve had your life
And I’ve had mine

It’s good to notice
All the ways we change
But even better
How we stay the same

I’d love to know
So tell me everything
I want to know exactly how you’ve been
Before you know
We’ll forget the time
And turn around and find we’ve talked all night
It’s getting light outside

Even though I could talk all day
I still run out of things to say
I feel fine in your company
Even when we sit silently
And suddenly
We’ll turn around and find we’ve talked all night
It’s getting light outside

The conversation goes so easily
And that’s exactly how it needs to be
I know when I speak I’m listened to
And in return I do the same for you
I don’t feel the need to reminisce
Don’t want to think about the things I miss
Before you know we’ll forget the time
And turn around and find we’ve talked all night
It’s getting light outside

Everyday, do something that scares!

Si estás harto de todo,
si estás aburrido de quejarte,
si vas a ser valiente,
si ya no tienes miedo,
si has decidido empezar de cero,
si quieres aprender cosas nuevas o
si necesitas cambiar
esta es tu canción!

Si no... también...




oh no, god damn
I missed the last tram
I killed a party again
god damn, god damn
I wanna sleep in my bed
I wanna clean up my head
don't wanna look this dead
don't wanna feel this dread

I killed a party again
I ruined it for my friends
well you're so silent, Jens
well maybe I am, maybe I am

now at the central station
no time for being patient
I feel like going home
but at the same time I don't

black cab, black cab
black cab, black cab
black cab, black cab
black cab, black cab

and I've heard all the stories
'bout the black cabs and the way they drive
but if you take a ride with them
you may not come back alive

they might be psycho killers
but tonight I really don't care
so I say turn up the music
take me home or take me anywhere

black cab, black cab
black cab, black cab

you don't know anything
so don't ask me questions
you don't know anything
so please don't ask me any questions
you don't know anything
so don't ask me questions
just turn the music up
and keep your mouth shut

black cab, black cab
black cab, black cab

No hay dolor

A ver...
¿qué otra cosa se puede hacer a las 4 y pico de la madrugada más que poner una canción??

Más estrellas en un día par

"The Night Starts Here"

The night starts here, the night starts here, forget your name, forget your fear
The night starts here, the night starts here, forget your name, forget your fear

The pleasure part, the afterthought, the missing stone in the graveyard
The time we have, the task at hand, the love it takes to become a man
The dust at dawn is rained upon, attaches itself to everyone
No one is spared, no one is clean
It travels places you've never been or seen before

The night starts here, forget your name, forget your fear
You drop a coin into the sea, and shout out "Please come back to me"
You name your child after your fear, and tell them "I have brought you here"

The scary part, the aftershock, the moment it takes to fall apart
The time we have, the task at hand, the love it takes to destroy a man
The ecstasy, the being free, the big black cloud over you and me
And after that, the upwards fall, and were we angels after all?
I don't know, I don't know...

The night starts here, the night starts here, forget your name, forget your fear
The night starts here, the night starts here, forget your name, forget your fear
You drop a coin into the sea, and shout out "Please come back to me"
You name your child after your fear, and tell them "I have brought you here"

The night starts here...

SE BUSCA

WANTED: Somebody to go back in time with me. This is not a joke. P.O. Box 322 Oakview, CA 93022. You'll get paid after we get back. Must bring your own weapons. Safety not guaranteed. I have only done this once before.

Hace bastante tiempo que encontré este anuncio en la red pero no me había atrevido a publicarlo hasta hoy. ¿La razón?: hasta hoy no tenía armas.
Muy pronto caminaré de la mano de este individuo con "mullet" en busca de algún pterodáctilo o algún filósofo griego heterosexual y sé que las necesitaré.

Si sobrevivo... volveré a escribir.
Si no...seguramente no, nunca se sabe.

Ssssshhhhhhhhhh....

Cuando hables, procura que tus palabras sean mejores que el silencio.

cosas que hoy me hacen sentir bien

- Las estrellas de mar no tienen corazón.
- Urano tiene una excentricidad de 0,04716771.¡Tiene menos que yo!
- Anoraknofobia: Temor hacia las arañas que usan chaquetas.
- "Si te caes siete veces, levántate ocho" Proverbio chino

Recuperando grandes palabras

Hacía muchísimo tiempo que no escuchaba este disco...
Pasado el tiempo me parece algo menos lisérgico y más crudo de lo que recordaba...

Creo que merece la pena escuchar el tema entero aunque simplemente sea por la letra.

SINCERIDAD... ¿quién no ha pensado lo mismo?



I Think I'm In Love

Sun so bright that I'm nearly blind
Cool cos I'm wired and I'm out of my mind
Warms the dope running down my spine
But I don't care 'bout you and I've got nothing to do
Free as the warmth in the air that I breathe
Even freer than DMT
Feel the warmth of the sun in me
But I don't care 'bout you and I've got nothing to do
Love in the middle of the afternoon
Just me, my spike in my arm and my spoon
Feel the warmth of the sun in the room
But I don't care 'bout you
And I've got nothin'

I think I'm in love
Probably just hungry
I think I'm your friend
Probably just lonely
I think you got me in a spin now
Probably just turning
I think I'm a fool for you babe
Probably just yearning
I think I can rock and rool
Probably just twisting
I think I wanna tell the world
Probably ain't listening
Come on

I think I can fly
Probably just falling
I think I'm the life and soul
Probably just snorting
I think I can hit the mark
Probably just aiming
I think my name is on your lips
Probably complaining
I think I have caught it bad
Probably contagious
I think I'm a winner baby
Probably Las vegas
Come on

I think I'm alive
Probably just breathing
I think you stole my heart now baby
Probably just thieving
I think I'm on fire
Probably just smoking
I think that you're my dream girl
Probably just dreaming
I think I'm the best babe
Probably like all the rest
I think that I could be your man
Probably just think you can
Come on

I think I'm in love

No puedo estar más de acuerdo (seguro que mi fan tampoco)

"Bajé los peldaños de Angel's Flight hasta llegar a Hill Street: ciento cuarenta escalones, con los puños apretados, no asustado de ningún hombre, pero sí temeroso del paso subterráneo de Third Street, temeroso de cruzarlo, por claustrofobia. Asustado también de los sitios elevados, y de la sangre, y de los temblores de tierra; por lo demás, ningún temor, salvo el temor de la muerte, de gritar en medio de la multitud, de una apendicitis, de sufrir del corazón, hasta de esto, estar en la propia habitación con un reloj en la mano y los dedos de la otra en la yugular, contando los latidos cardíacos, escuchando los extraños zumbidos y retortijones del estómago. Por lo demás, ningún miedo en absoluto"

Arturo Bandini

Musica para que bailen las cortinas

Esta noche no puedo dormir. Mañana tengo que madrugar y no se qué hacer porque no estoy ni en mi casa...
Me he levantado de la cama y he venido directamente al ordenador, supongo que buscaba un somnífero. Sin embargo me he encontrado esto: música, música para que bailen las cortinas.
Y eso mismo es lo que están haciendo...

Einstein

"solo hay dos cosas infinitas: el universo y la estupidez humana; de lo primero no estoy seguro"

De lo segundo yo tengo pruebas.

Niebla espesa en un día de verano...

kings and queens
in graves of gold
if i want to be the one

we love our lovers
but we want to be
loved by another

we mark our doors
but they come
for us anyway

how'd you get warred?
what they said protected us

the meek shall inherit the earth

how did they get to you when you were up here?
they made you give in to all of your fears
you holy man, when did it all burn?
when they get to you they're taking turns

you widowed your god by pacing your faith
in an illusion of power, paved by the race
you'lll cower down, into the moor
captured and bound, liturgy + lore

we fought them for years in and out of power
we were always outnumbered, but this is our hour
even the lost came to our cause
stripped from the heavens and unbound by law

see this now in silence and motion
put your hands on me I can feel your affliction
chased by an evil down though the gates
captured and bound by the shade of the moor

"You woke up God ..."

So I took you to the doctor
He said, "Ay, it's a bad one."
"And the such ashame about it,
Is she's so pretty."

Silent shout

A cracked smile and a silent shout

Insomnio y algo más

Algunas veces parece imposible quedarse dormido.
Es justo entonces cuando aparecen los fantasmas.
Fantasmas que nos estrujan el estómago, que nos miran directamente a los ojos con sus dimitutas pupilas mientras se aferran con fuerza, clavándonos las uñas. Ladean la cabeza lentamente, sonríen con aire de oscura pena y es entonces cuando empiezan a hablar sobre cosas que prefieres no saber.
En ocasiones, los fansasmas, envían a sus legiones de erizos que se instalan en la garganta donde sacan sus púas complicando el paso de la saliva y del aire.
Yo odio a los fantasmas.


Pero anoche no fue así. No había fantasmas, ni nudos en el estómago, ni erizos en la garganta, ni espectros en movimiento. Sólo había silencio.
Las sirenas dejaron de cantar y se quedaron inmóviles. Pasé por su lado y no se inmutaron. Estaban tristes y se negaron a producir cualquier tipo de sonido. Impasibles, húmedas y libres. Tan infelices y lánguidas como mi propia sombra.

Y es que siempre hay algo más cuando hace acto de presencia el insomnio...

Come Undone

These mirrors you've broken are your cry for art.
Salt and pepper shakers over your shoulders, cross your heart.
Don't you know it's bad luck to stay in one place for too long?
You've been left and divorces you've had, helpess when they go.

So we play a game of snakes and ladders,
gambled our mistakes, didn't know what could come after.
Threw away the cards. Who thinks it could matter?
Oh, who believes in fate anyway?

When only you could be the one
to win out over me,
when it isn't just a game. It's the way we come undone.
What a perfect taxi town. How we dance around and,
oh oh, like we didn't even notice, oh oh oh.
I love the way we come undone.

Thought I saw something hard and in the yard
but it was bad weather to keep a watch out in the dark.
You know, all this time I've been playing for your heart
But I never let it on. I'll have to watch you play the part.

So we played a game of snakes and ladders,
gambled our mistakes, didn't know what could come after.
Threw away the cards. Who thinks it could matter?
Oh, who believes in fate anyway?

When only you could be the one
to win out over me,
when it isn't just a game. It's the way we come undone.
What a perfect taxi town. How we dance around and,
oh oh, like we didn't even notice, oh oh oh.
I love the way we come undone

Un pensamiento profundo

Me he acordado hoy de cuando mi profesor de filosofía dijo un día en clase que había tenido su primer pensamiento filosófico:
"El universo es una vaca - dijo- y vivimos en la mejor parte, ¡la Vía Láctea!" y se quedó tan pancho.
Creo que sería importante señalar que este tipo venía en moto y se dejaba las llaves metidas en el contacto, que un día apareció en clase con gafas de sol y música de los Beach Boys y se propuso con ello hacernos entender el pensamiento Nietzscheano o que una pregunta de uno de sus exámenes fue relaciona a Kant con la canción "I just call to say I love you" de Stevie Wonder...

(Y no, no es broma)

Así que, motivada por este ser humano, voy a plantear mi primera teoría fipsicológica. Y dice así:

"La velocidad incómoda es directamente proporcional a la prisa que tengas"

Es decir que la velocidad del individuo que te precede, independientemente del medio de locomoción que utilice, resulta más incómoda cuanta más prisa tengas por llegar a tu destino.

¡Qué bien voy a dormir hoy....!

¿Cuándo éramos buenos?

Tengo mucho que contar al respecto pero el cansancio gana hoy.
Tal vez mañana pueda escribir algo con sentido...

La histeria se ha apoderado de mí... ¡qué bien!

Lo dicho, en estos momentos mi estómago está saltando en una cama elástica y como me descuide se me va a salir por la boca.
Estos días son así.

Lo mejor que puedo hacer es poner música y cerrar el pico.


Will she be the same
If I come around again
Maybe things will change
i'll never see this face again

Oh I didn't mean to tell the wicked lie
Oh I didn't mean to say goodbye
I ... I should turn and go back
Explain to her what she means to me and try to face the facts
We had made a pact
We'd talk through any problems and that would just be that
Oh I didn't mean to tell the wicked lie
Oh I should never have said goodbye
Well we met a long time ago
When she was young and I felt old
I will never forget
How we made love on the first night
because it felt right
Oh it felt right
We spent years in each other's arms
Safe from any harm
Thinking this would never end
And we shared all the secrets
We had ever kept
She was my lover and my friend

Una canción para un día par...

"I think I might have inhaled you / I can feel you behind my eyes / You've gotten into my bloodstream / I can feel you flowing in me..."

Soy lo que como

¡Pues quéeeee mieeeeeeedo!
Esta mañana he salido corriendo de casa y, para variar, se me ha olvidado desayunar. No tomo café (me niego hasta que sea mayor) así que se me ha ocurrido sacar un chocolate de la máquina del trabajo. Craso error.
El chocolate (lo llaman chocolate pero es más bien un colacao aguado con espuma de afeitar por encima)quemaba y lo he dejado encima de la mesa mientras hacía mi tour cibernético diario.
De vez en cuando le daba una vueltecita al líquido con la cucharilla (lo llaman cucharilla pero es más bien un cacho de plástico que cumpliría antes la función de palo de polo casero que de cubierto)para que se enfriara...

Ahora viene el miedo

De pronto, mientras buscaba información sobre un tema, he mirado de reojo hacia el interior del vasito y cuál ha sido mi sorpresa cuando he presenciado con mis dos ojitos como la crema (lo llaman crema pero si la metieran dentro de un bote con difusor se podría vender como producto apelmazante del cabello) de mi chocolate se desintegraba a una velocidad de vértigo.

¡¡¡Y es que creo que es una espuma con temporizador!!!
A lo largo de la próxima semana voy a hacer un experimento y a cronometrar cuánto tiempo tarda la espuma en desaparecer.
Otra cosa será que me beba lo que quede, no sea que se me desintegre el píloro por beberme esa guarrada.

Feliz día de la música 3...ejem..

¡¡¡malditos formatos asquerosos!!!

Feliz día de la música

Como prometí, la música no faltará nunca en mi pequeño espacio y no me parecía correcto pasar por alto el hecho de que hoy es el famosísimo "Día de la Música", lo que me ha llevado a comerme la cabeza durante un buen rato pensando qué canción se merecía un puesto de honor en un día tan señalado.
Si las canciones fueran mis hijas me sentiría como la protagonista de "La decisión de Sophie" (salvando las distancias , claro...:P)

He empezado por los clásicos pero tenían demasiado polvo, me he saltado las novedades porque no me parecía que tuvieran el peso necesario, he estado escuchando alguna rareza (que ya pondré) por requerir un esfuerzo extra en la escucha y no me han convencido tampoco los temas de baile, las distorsiones, la ópera o el rap. Una letra demasiado ingeniosa le quitaría protagonismo a la melodía y un tema sin voz se convertiría en banda sonora. No era el momento de la electrónica ni el de la simplicidad, pero tampoco podía contar con una orquesta o algo que recordara a una cabra.
Así que he buscado entre mis canciones preferidas y he elegido esta.
En una noche como esta ¿quien puede rechazar un poco de morfina?

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vamos a ver si se hacer magia, que lo dudo

La Generación del "Conjunto Vacío"

Siempre me ha resultado gracioso eso de pertenecer a una generación. Todos nos empeñamos en buscar aquello que nos diferencia de los demás y a la vez nos identifica con todos los que, por circunstancias espaciotemporales, tienen una perspectiva parecida sobre las cosas.

Sí, somos así de tontos ¿qué le vamos a hacer?...

Recuerdo que hace años se escuchaba a todas horas aquello de la "Generación X"(me viene a la cabeza inmediatamente el nombre de la actriz Wynona Rider y me temo que en mi cerebro es más X que Lobezno, no sé muy bien el porqué...) y yo no hacía más que pensar que todo el mundo tenía su generación menos yo.

En el colegio te hablaban de la "Generación del 98" y sus características y de la "Generación del 27" y lo poco que se parecía a la anterior; y me daba un poco de envidia esa gente que tenía algo a lo que enfrentarse, que vivía una situación sociopolítica tan marcada y convivía con las vanguardias artísticas. Entonces ya me preguntaba cuál sería la mía, si es que algún día llegaba a tener una.

Estos días se hace referencia en un anuncio a una generación nueva (que vamos a llamar "Generación Coca-Cola" sin devanarnos mucho los sesos) amiga de Naranjito y el Space Invaders con la que me temo que tampoco me identifico...

Resulta que investigando un poco he dado con una generación más de la que no tenía conocimiento y que ha suscitado mi interés: la "Generación Y".
Efectivamente, esta generación existe y viene para quedarse.
Parece ser que es la generación de los nacidos entre 1981 y 2000, hijos a su vez de la famosa "Generación X" (esto empieza a parecerse a la clase de genética de los guisantes amarillos y los verdes)
¡¡TOMA!!! Toda una supergeneración que se distingue por cuestionar todo, no querer leer, ser más individualista y preocuparse más por el dinero. La generación que no pide permiso, muestra orgullosa sus tatuajes y piercings y tiene miles de faltas de ortografía.
Aunque pudiera identificarme con algo de esta generación nunca cumpliría todos sus requisitos.

Así pues llega la reflexión: ¿tengo generación??
Pues sí, tengo: la "Generación del conjunto vacío"

Llegados a este punto me siento en la obligación de decir que esta generación no aparece en ningún libro de texto, en ningún ensayo de sociología, en ninguna película moderna ni se basa en estudios científicos. Es mi generación y punto; que se una quien quiera. Dicho queda.

No pretendo aburrir a nadie con divagaciones y por eso haré un resumen.
La generación del conjunto vacío está basada en la teoría de conjuntos, aquello que estudiábamos en matemáticas y que resultaba tan vistoso. Era una teoría que permitía meter en el mismo saco peras y manzanas sin despeinarse. Siempre había algo que conectaba cada cosa del universo con cualquier otra, solo había que encontrar el nexo (en el caso de las peras y las manzanas podría valer que son frutas, que tienen pepitas o que no hace falta pelarlas para comérselas)
Una teoría bonita ¿no?
Pues bien, dentro de esta teoría hay un hueco para un conjunto muy particular llamado "conjunto vacío". Se caracteriza por existir, en primer lugar, por formar parte de cualquier otro conjunto, en segundo lugar, y por no sumar ni restar nada, en tercer lugar.
Si aplicamos esto a la sociedad nos saldría algo así:

Sociedad= A
generación "cv"= 0
A+0 = A

donde el conjunto vacío existe innegablemente aunque sea invisible, se lo puede encontrar uno en cualquier parte de esta sociedad y no aporta nada ni lo quita. Como se puede apreciar la sociedad (A) sigue siendo exactamente igual con o sin "cv" aunque, eso sí, no puede ignorar que existe.

Los que formamos parte de esta generación nos dedicamos a pulular y a preguntarnos por qué no pertenecemos a otra generación más vistosa. Somos gente que no hace daño pero tampoco remedia el que ya está hecho. Nos levantamos, trabajamos, reímos, viajamos, lloramos, compramos, soñamos, pensamos(a veces demasiado), (...) y nos acostamos manteniendo siempre un permanente estado de desidia y autocompasión mezclado con un par de translúcidas ideas sobre la utopía que, a pesar de todo, seguimos esperando.
Esos somos nosotros, los habitantes del conjunto vacío.

y existimos... aunque no nos veas.

Mitología barata, teorías y mentiras variadas...

No encontrarás nada más en este espacio...

Las casualidades de la vida me hicieron aterrizar en este lugar y, no se cómo, he terminado creando mi propio blog...

No tengo fuerzas suficientes como para empezar a retorcer el cerebro de nadie en estos momentos, pero dame un poco de tiempo y veremos a ver que pasa...