31 de Enero 2005

I told you, forever...

It's quiet now
And what it brings
Is everything

Comes calling back
A brilliant night
I'm still awake

I looked ahead
I'm sure I saw you there

You don't need me
To tell you now
That nothing can compare

You might have laughed if I told you
You might have hidden A frown
You might have succeeded in changing me
I might have been turned around

It's easier to leave than to be left behind
Leaving was never my proud
Leaving New York, never easy
I saw the light fading out

Now life is sweet
And what it brings
I tried to take
But loneliness
It wears me out
It lies in way

And all not lost
Still in my eyes
The shadow of necklace
Across your thigh
I might've lived my life in a dream, but I swear
This is real
Memory fuses and shatters like glass
Mercurial future, forget the past
It's you, it's what I feel.

You might have laughed if I told you (it's pulling me apart)
You might have hidden a frown (change)
You might have succeeded in changing me (it's pulling me apart)
I might have been turned around (change)

It's easier to leave than to be left behind (it's pulling me apart)
Leaving was never my proud (change)
Leaving New York, never easy (it's pulling me apart)
I saw the light fading out
You find it in your heart, it's pulling me apart
You find it in your heart, change...

I told you, forever
I love you, forever
I told you, I love you
I love you, forever
I told you, forever
You never, you never
You told me forever

You might have laughed if I told you
You might have hidden the frown
You might have succeeded in changing me
I might have been turned around

It's easier to leave than to be left behind (it's pulling me apart)
Leaving was never my proud (change)
Leaving New York never easy (it's pulling me apart)
I saw the life fading out (change)
Leaving New York, never easy (it's pulling me apart)
I saw the light fading out (change)
Leaving New York never easy (it's pulling me apart)
I saw the life fading out (change)

R.E.M. - Leaving New York

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22 de Diciembre 2004

tuentifai


You never know how much I really love you
You'll never know how much I really care

Listen, do you want to know a secret
Do you promise not to tell, woh, woh, woh
Closer, let me whisper in your ear

Say the words you long to hear
I'm in love with you, oo

Listen, do you want to know a secret
Do you promise not to tell, woh, woh, woh
Closer, let me whisper in your ear
Say the words you long to hear
I'm in love with you, oo

I've known a secret for a week or two
Nobody knows just we two

Listen, do you want to know a secret
Do you promise not to tell, woh, woh, woh
Closer, let me whisper in your ear
Say the words you long to hear
I'm in love with you, oo, oo

beatles - do you want to know a secret?

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22 de Septiembre 2004

22m

Somos novios
Pues los dos sentimos mutuo amor profundo
Y con eso ya ganamos lo más grande
De este mundo

Nos amamos, nos besamos
Como novios
Nos deseamos y hasta a veces sin motivo y
Sin razón, nos enojamos

Somos novios
Mantenemos un cariño limpio y puro
Como todos
Procuramos el momento más obscuro

Para hablarnos
Para darnos el más dulce de los besos
Recordar de qué color son los cerezos
Sin hacer mas comentarios, somos novios

luis miguel - somos novios

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17 de Septiembre 2004

get sucked in & stuck

The good times are killing me. Here we go!

Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say?
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
The good times are killing me.

Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads who didn't like what I said.
The good times are killing me.
Jaws clenching tight we talked all night, oh but what the hell did we say?
The good times are killing me.

Fed up with all that LSD.
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.
I guess the good times they were all just killing me.
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
The good times are killing me.

Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug.
The good times are killing me.
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
The good times are killing me.

Shit-kicker city slickers who all wanted me dead.
The good times are killing me.
Get sucked in and stuck in late nights with more folks that I don't know.

The good times are killing me.

modest mouse - the good times are killing me

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29 de Junio 2004

love

En tu planeta me quedé,
Fue por un tiempo
Y nunca fue mi plan,
Pero mi nave se averió
Y ahora estoy perdido aquí,
En mañanas con tres soles
Y múltiples visiones, montañas transparentes, anémonas de luz,
Partículas de amor y recuerdos de tí.
Love, love, love.

zoé - love
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26 de Abril 2004

tributo a los birols

Tributo a The Beatles por Jumbo & ExZurdok Diablos, nomás de ver el flyer me da coraje, sí un tributo a los beatles, interpretado a la manera nada más y nada menos en mi opinión personal, por dos de las mejores bandas que ha dado méxico. Jumbo y los dos, ahora ex-zurdok, mauricio y chetes.

Esto será en Monterrey y bueno como bien lo deducirán, pues no podré ir, pero ya mandé a mi hermano de corresponsal, espero y el sí pueda ir.. y mejor aun tomar fotos o algo asi. Y no es solo eso si no que tambien en mayo en cafe iguana, estaran: zoe, jumbo, babasonicos y rata blanca.

En fin, una más de las desventajas de vivir en este rancho bicicletero... pero bueno al menos me conformaré con ver a Julieta, Benny y a al mismisimo Molotov, ahora en mayo que se presenten en la Expo Obregón 2004.
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21 de Abril 2004

My Coco

Cool my brains and soothe my head
Stimulate me my Co-co-co
Sneak into my empty bed
And educate me my Co-co-co

In the summer in the spring
In public places my Co-co-co
On an island far away
Lemonade me my Co-co-co

And when I was down and failing life
You can't save me my Co-co-co
And when they said I'm telling lies
You believed me my Co-co-co

And through the noise I heard a song
You were singing my Co-co-co
And when you said that nothings wrong
I believed you my Co-co-co

But you were gone when I came through
And I remember you- first
When someday I'll dance with you
When I'm dreaming my Co-co-co

I sat alone and I didn't care
I sat two years in the same old chair
I saw three roads and I didn't know
Which way to go-go-go

I need some help from a little love
I need some help from a little above
And you were there I'm still in love
I wont forget Coco
I won't forget you Coco [X3]
I won't forget you no no [X4]

Because your my Coco, your my Coco, My Coco
Your my Coco, Yeah, my Coco

Stellastarr - My coco
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5 de Abril 2004

con la carita empapada

En un día de estos en que suelo pensar
"Hoy va a ser el día menos pensado",
Nos hemos cruzado, has decidido mirar,
A los ojitos azules que ahora van a tu lado
Desde el momento en el que te conocí
Resumiendo con prisas Tiempo de Silencio
Te juro que a nadie le he vuelto a decir
Que tenemos el récord del mundo en querernos.

Por eso esperaba con la carita empapada
A que llegaras con rosas, con mil rosas para mí,
Porque ya sabes que me encantan esas cosas
Que no importa si es muy tonto, soy así.
Y aún me parece mentira que se escape mi vida
Imaginando que vuelves a pasarte por aquí,
Donde los viernes cada tarde, como siempre,
La esperanza dice "quieta, hoy quizás sí..."

Escapando una noche de un bostezo de sol
Me pediste que te diera un beso.
Con lo baratos que salen mi amor,
Qué te cuesta callarme con uno de esos.
Pasaron seis meses y me dijiste adiós,
Un placer coincidir en esta vida.
Allí me quedé, en una mano el corazón,
Y en la otra excusas que ni tú entendías.

Por eso esperaba con la carita empapada
A que llegaras con rosas, con mil rosas para mí,
Porque ya sabes que me encantan esas cosas
Que no importa si es muy tonto, soy así.
Y aún me parece mentira que se escape mi vida
Imaginando que vuelves a pasarte por aquí,
Donde los viernes cada tarde, como siempre,
La esperanza dice "quieta, hoy quizás sí..."

Y es que empiezo a pensar
Que el amor verdadero es tan sólo el primero.
Y es que empiezo a sospechar
Que los demás son sólo para olvidar.

Por eso esperaba con la carita empapada
A que llegaras con rosas, con mil rosas para mí,
Porque ya sabes que me encantan esas cosas
Que no importa si es muy tonto, soy así.

Y aún me parece mentira que se escape mi vida
Imaginando que vuelves a pasarte por aquí,
Dondé los viernes cada tarde, como siempre,
La esperanza dice "quieta, hoy quizás sí...".

la oreja de van gogh - rosas
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26 de Marzo 2004

la torre de babel

En la torre de babel vivian 50 cigarros
Vivian amontonados hechos todos de papel
Uno a uno alineados todos muy bien formados
El mas pequeño era aquel y se llamaba gabriel

Tabaco fino algodones iban a ver al rio
Iban cantando canciones muertos de frio
La pasion de gabriel era nadar en el rio
Le conto de esto a su tio que era un cigarro de miel.

Su tio que era muy viejo no le puso reparos
Y cuando llego el habano forrado entero de cafe
Donde se metio gabriel pregunto inquieto el habano
Se fue con otros cigarros a ver el rio correr
No lo puedo ceer eres muy mal ciudadano
Pues tu sobrino y hermano tal vez nunca pueda volver.

Cuando llego el habano a la orilla del rio
Vio un pequeño cigarro muerto abierto y tendido
Estaba todo mojado sin señales de vida
El tabaco se desprendia quedaba desparramado
Tristeza llanto y lamento reinaran desde hoy en babel
Se no ha muerto gabriel todo ha quedado en silencio.

Y solamente un buen fuego puede dar muerte a un cigarro
Pero si muere mojado es igual que si a un hombre

Lo mataran colgado.............colgado.

los tres - la torre de babel
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1 de Marzo 2004

aftershow

vengo llegando del concierto de kinky, la verdad estuvo de pocámadre, hubó dos-tres de gente, todavía vengo con la vibra, pero con las pilas agotadas, así que mejor mañana les cuento bien.
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6 de Febrero 2004

and more news

excelente.. viene kinky a mi rancho.. :)


Eso es todo, kinky visita el rancho.. ahi estaremos y como suele decir un amigo mío.. el gran y conocido refrán.. "unas por otras.."
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23 de Enero 2004

a lirol bit more older

You say it's your birthday
It's my birthday too, yeah
They say it's you birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you

Yes we're going to a party, party
Yes we're going to a party, party
Yes we're going to a party, party

I would like you to dance (birthday)
Take a cha-cha-cha-chance (birthday)
I would like you to dance (birthday)
Ooo, dance, yeah

I would like you to dance (birthday)
Take a cha-cha-cha-chance (birthday)
I would like you to dance (birthday)
Ooo, dance
You say it's your birthday
It's my birthday too, yeah
They say it's you birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you

the beatles - birthday
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31 de Diciembre 2003

the end

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 X3
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

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25 de Diciembre 2003

Feliz Navidad

The moon is right
The spirits up
We're here tonight
And that's enough
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
Simply having a wonderful christmastime

The party's on
The feelin's here
That only comes
This time of year

Simply having a wonderful christmastime
Simply having a wonderful christmastime
The choir of children sing their song
Ding dong, ding dong
Ding dong, ding Ohhhh
Ohhhhhhh

Simply having a wonderful christmastime
Simply having a wonderful christmastime

The word is out
About the town
To lift a glass
Ahhh don't look down

Simply having a wonderful christmastime
Simply having a wonderful christmastime

The choir of children sing their song
They practiced all year long
Ding dong, ding dong
Ding dong, ding dong
Ding dong, ding dong

The party's on
The spirits up
We're here tonight
And that's enough

Simply having a wonderful christmastime
Simply having a wonderful christmastime

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Christmastime

Paul McCartney - Wonderful Christmastime
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30 de Noviembre 2003

soy un buen muchacho

Mira como me mantengo
en un solo pie
Mira como me mantengo
en un solo pie
soy un buen muchacho

Oye pon un carajillo
pero que no este muy cargado
ya conoces mis costumbres
soy un hombre moderado

Bebo vino en las comidas
y cerveza por las tardes
tragos largos por las noches
y champagne al levantarme

O sea que eres un borracho
pero que dices? si yo se beber
o sea que no eres un buen muchacho
tonterías nunca me veras caer

No conozco la resaca ni la sal efervescente
bebo justo en la medida
nunca todo de repente
me pregunto muchas veces
que es lo bueno de beber?
es que cuando bebes eres como mas te gusta ser

los rodriguez - no estoy borracho
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18 de Noviembre 2003

greensleeves

GREENSLEEVES (traditional)

Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you well and long,
Delighting in your company.

Chorus:
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady greensleeves.

Lirica Completa: Aquí

Hoy es el cierre de talleres de música, yo y otros 5 compañeros del grupo de guitarra clásica tocaremos esa canción en la explanada de la escuela... *nervios* haber que tal!
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28 de Octubre 2003

010101010101

ceroyunoceroyunoceroooceroyunoceroyunocerooo
ceroyunoceroyunoceroooceroyunoceroyunocerooo
ceroyunoceroyunoceroooceroyunoceroyunocerooo
ceroyunoceroyunoceroooceroyunoceroyunocerooo...

cafeta - cero y uno!
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6 de Octubre 2003

evolucion segun darwin

Evolución (del latín e- = fuera; volvere = girar): Cambio de los organismos por adaptación, variación, sobrerreproducción y reproducción/sobrevivencia diferencial, procesos a los que Charles Darwin y Alfred Wallace se refirieron como selección natural.



Por si no te llenaste, aqui hay mas fotos de britney spears, en una galeria de Rollingstone. Y no, no me gusta como canta britney, calladita se ve mas bonita!
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18 de Septiembre 2003

Pobre de mí...

Rasguñame, pellizcame, desquitaté, que al final ya no supiste nada..
Y si comiste el ceviche en pleno asfixie, y no dijiste nada..
Y te marchaste hasta madrid a discutir, y te pudriste en ensenada..
Pobre de mi... pobre de mi... pobre de mi... pobre de mi.

Y nos seguimos torturando con tormentas, mejor te ofrezco un frasco de agua
Menti una vez, y dos, y tres, y cuatro y seis, hoy te lo digo y no lo vuelvo a hacer
Pobre de mi... pobre de mi... pobre de mi... pobre de mi.

El diablo me llevará, el diablo me llevará, el diablo me llevará, el diablo me llevará..

Pastilla - Ensenada
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11 de Septiembre 2003

kiss me now that im older...

spoke to me now im older
yer friends okay cuz i told her
friday nite's so damn lonely
change yer plans a damn for me

we can go and get forties
fuck goin to that party
im really not fixed so i went out
alright, i give up, you convinced me

12:51, is the time my voice
found the words i saw
is this the stage i walk
or could be shutting out, for us

oh we were tense for sure but we was con-fi-dent

kiss me now that im older
i wont try to control you
friday nite's so damn lonely
take yerself it dont want me

are ellie and bitzel at home now
i rather tell you than this way
we can go and get forties
sometimes i sing it backwards,
but hey that's okay

the strokes - 12:51
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1 de Septiembre 2003

3 x 1

y bien dicen que una imagen más que mil palabras...
pues que mejor que tres imagenes.. para quedarnos sin palabras.. y si, me vale si en todos los blogs apareció algo parecido a esto...  yo me conformo con estas bonitas imagenes.. asi que dejenme con mi caprichito.. :)
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