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.