SOMEBODY THAT I USED TO KNOW

Estos días...

Hoy no estoy

B-MOVIE - Nowhere girl

Martha Wainwright i wish i were

"I Wish I Were"

I can hardly move
And I sure can't groove
And I can hardly see why I'm so afraid
And the days are long
I can't get rid of what's wrong
It's plain to see
But the problem is, is, is in me

I wish I were
A singer
A dancer
Dancing for your love

Am I somewhere in the middle
Do I count at being special
Is there a sincerity in anything I say
Do I know what anything means
Can I see

I listen to the radio
Not music but the talk shows
I watch a lot of PBS and BBC
I don't want to meet the press
I'm scared, I'm scared of what I see
The only thing I recognize
Is the pain in my side
And the hunger that I feel
Is the only thing that is real

I wish I were
A singer
A dancer
Dancing for your love

The Gathering - My Electricity

pisando arena mojada...

Red Elvises

She loves me too much, when she kisses my ear,
My eardrums pop, it's so painful my dear,
We were making love, she didn't mean any harm,
It became a wicked game when she broke my arm.

Oo-a-oo, my love is killing me...
Oo-a-oo, my love is killing me...

I can forgive you the damage to my lips, I can forgive you the bite marks on my hips,
But there is only one thing I can't stand, Don't call me Chris, my name is Elvis.
I can forgive you the bruises and cuts, I can forgive you the scars on my nuts,
But there is only one thing I can't stand, Don't call me Chris, my name is Elvis.

Paying hospital bills,
I can't take any more,
Do you know how it feels,
I'm scared of her.
She loves me too much,
when she kisses my ear,
It sounds fucking loud,
that's why I can't hear,

Oo-a-oo, my love is killing me...

A falta de palabras

"...que tu no perdonas...
...que no soy feliz...!

"He's got the answers to ease my curiosity"

NIN Heresy(version)


"DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES???...


...NOT REALLY"

The Cure.

THAT'S MY FAULT

A short delay,
The parrot blues
Little voices mimic you
It's not so hard to make that sound

So watch your back,
The Ides of March
Cut your hair like Joan of Arc
Disguise your will
They'll find you out

And when they do...
Look out

There's money lenders inside the temple
That circus tiger's gonna break your heart
Something so wild turned into paper
IF I LOVED YOU, WELL THATS MY FAULT

A bitch in heat,
The alpha male
Not something she'd ever tell
Except when she got deathly high

And out it came,
Like summer rain
Washed the cars and everything
Felt clean for just a little while

A telethon...
We drove down

The starving children they ain't got no mother
There's pink flamingos living in the mall
I'd give a fortune to your infomercial
If somebody would just take my call
Take my call
Take my call

Hello,
Patterns in my mind now moving slow
Sorrow all across the surface roads
Smoothing out the edges of the stone
The lights are out, where'd everybody go?
Alone

Erase yourself and you'll be free
Mendula destroyed by the sea
All we are is colored sand

So pay to ride the ferris wheel
Smile, all that you can feel
Is gratitude for what has been

Cause it did not...
Happen

There's money lenders inside the temple
That circus tiger's gonna break my heart
Something so wild turned into paper
IF YOU LOVED ME, WELL THAT'S YOUR FAULT

There's money lenders inside the temple
This crystal city's gonna fall apart
When all their power turns into vapor
IF I MISS YOU, WELL THAT'S MY FAULT
That's my fault
That's my fault

Hoy me ha ganado la fiebre...

Incapaz de hablar, de lamentar o discutir...solo una pregunta y solo una respuesta:

HOW DOES A WOMAN FALL?



DE CABEZA, COMO TODOS

Woven Hand - Into The Piano

Behind a door
Hand to face
Conscience is the wound
His hand for me a sovereign tone
I pray him come I pray him soon

There's a wolf in the piano
On the white keys
Teeth on the back
Dry bones under animal skin am I
No tears from this eye

I feel nothing
I hear no voice

Behind a door
Hand to face
Conscience is the wound
His hand for me a sovereign tune
I pray him come I pray him soon

16 Horsepower - Black Soul Choir

Cancao do Mar

Krisnamacharya Yoga Film 1938 (silent)

The Listening Post

Volcano

"Volcano"

Don't hold yourself like that
You'll hurt your knees
I kissed your mouth and back
But that's all I need
Don't build your world around volcanoes melt you down

What I am to you is not real
What I am to you you do not need
What I am to you is not what you mean to me
You give me miles and miles of mountains
And I'll ask for the sea

Don't throw yourself like that
In front of me
I kissed your mouth your back
Is that all you need?
Don't drag my love around volcanoes melt me down

What I am to you is not real
What I am to you you do not need
What I am to you is not what you mean to me
You give me miles and miles of mountains
And I'll ask for the sea
Is just what I'm going through
This is nothing new
No no just another phase of finding what I really need
Is what makes me bleed
And like a new disease she's still too young to treat
Like a distant tree
Volcanoes melt me down
She's still too young
I kissed your mouth
You do not need me

Jeff Buckley - So Real

love, let me sleep tonight on you couch
and remember the smell of the fabric
of your simple city dress

oh... that was so real

we walked around til the moon got full like a plate
the wind blew an invocation and i fell asleep at the gate
and i never stepped on the cracks 'cause i thought i'd hurt my mother
and i couldn't awake from the nightmare that sucked me in and pulled me under
pulled me under

oh... that was so real

i love you, but i'm afraid to love you
i love you, but i'm afraid to love you
i'm afraid. . .

oh... that was so real

Damien Rice me llevó a esto.

Aquí dentro:

"¿Quizá estoy loco?- pensaba muy a menudo- ¿quizá no soy como los demás hombres?
Sin embargo, era capaz de hacer todo lo que hacían los demás. Con un poco de aplicación y trabajo podía leer a Platón, resolver problemas de trigonometría o seguir un análisis clínico. Pero había una cosa de la que no era capaz: arrancar la meta vital que se ocultaba oscuramente en mi interior y plasmarla ante mis ojos, como lo hacían todos aquellos que sabían perfectamente que iban a ser profesor o juez, médico o artista, cuánto tardarían en llegar y qué ventajas tendrían. Yo no podía.(...) Yo solo intentaba vivir lo que pugnaba por salir de mí mismo, ¿por qué resultaba tan difícil?"

"El camino de la mayoría es fácil, el nuestro difícil. Caminemos"