lunes, 24 de diciembre de 2007

jueves, 20 de diciembre de 2007

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

martes, 18 de diciembre de 2007

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

lunes, 17 de diciembre de 2007

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.

viernes, 14 de diciembre de 2007

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.

miércoles, 12 de diciembre de 2007

EXACT TO ME



THE SEA AND CAKE "Exact to Me"

martes, 11 de diciembre de 2007

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.

jueves, 6 de diciembre de 2007

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

miércoles, 5 de diciembre de 2007

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

martes, 4 de diciembre de 2007

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


lunes, 3 de diciembre de 2007

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