miércoles, 31 de mayo de 2006
Sin complicarte más
Amando tu color, tu extraño brillo y voz / soy tu seguidor/ sin alcanzarte / recuerdos nada más alumbran mi mente / el amor se va, dejando huellas.
Voy a conservar de tu mirada su claridad temprana / y tu voz serena que abrazada al mundo se quedaba.
Sembrando luz estás dentro de un manantial / la felicidad que te contagia
Voy a conservar de tu mirada su claridad temprana / y tu voz serena que abrazada al mundo se quedaba
Mirando el mundo vas, todo lo que te da / vida simple y ya, sin complicarte más / vida simple y ya, sin complicarte más...
Francisco Bochatón (2001) - Vida Simple
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viernes, 26 de mayo de 2006
Eu nem te falei
O expresso do oriente / Rasga a noite, passa rente / E leva tanta gente / Que eu até perdi a conta / E nem te contei uma novidade, quente / Eu nem te contei / Eu tive fora uns dias / Numa onda diferente / E provei tantas frutas / Que te deixariam tonta / Eu nem te falei / Da vertigem que se sente / Eu nem te falei / Que te procurei / Pra me confessar / Eu chorava de amor / E não porque eu sofria / Mas você chegou já era dia / Eu não tava sozinha / Eu tive fora uns dias / Eu te odiei uns dias / Eu quis te matar
Herbert Vianna (1988) - Uns Dias
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martes, 23 de mayo de 2006
It's out of love
I was lying in my bed last night staring / At a ceiling full of stars / When it suddenly hit me / I just have to let you know how I feel / We live together in a photograph of time / I look into your eyes / And the seas open up to me / I tell you I love you / And I always will / And I know you can't tell me / I know you can't tell me
So I'm left to pick up / The hints, the little symbols of your devotion / So I'm left to pick up / The hints, the little symbols of your devotion
And I feel your fists / And I know it's out of love / And I feel the whip / And I know it's out of love / And I feel your burning eyes burning holes / Straight through my heart / It's out of love / It's out of love
I accept and I collect upon my body / The memories of your devotion / I accept and I collect upon by body / The memories of your devotion
And I feel your fists / And I know it's out of love / And I feel the whip / And I know it's out of love / And I feel your burning eyes burning holes / Straight through my heart / It's out of love, ooh hoo / It's out of love
Give me a little bit serious love / Give me a little full love / Be full of love
Fists, fists, fists full of love...
ANTONY & THE JOHNSONS (2005) – FISTFUL OF LOVE
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martes, 16 de mayo de 2006
Call out your name
Well a person can work up a mean mean thirst / after a hard day of nothin' much at all / Summer's passed, it's too late to cut the grass / There ain't much to rake anyway in the fall
And sometimes I just ain't in the mood / to take my place in back with the loudmouths / You're like a picture on the fridge that's never stocked with food / I used to live at home, now I stay at the house
And everybody wants to be special here / They call your name out loud and clear / Here comes a regular / Call out your name / Here comes a regular / Am I the only one here today?
Well a drinkin' buddy that's bound to another town / Once the police made you go away / And even if you're in the arms of someone's baby now / I'll take a great big whiskey to ya anyway
Everybody wants to be someone's here / Someone's gonna show up, never fear / 'cause here comes a regular / Call out your name / Here comes a regular / Am I the only one who feels ashamed?
Kneeling alongside old Sad Eyes / He says opportunity knocks once then the door slams shut / All I know is I'm sick of everything that my money can buy / The fool who wastes his life, God rest his guts
First the lights, then the collar goes up, and the wind begins to blow / Turn your back on a pay-you-back, last call / First the glass, then the leaves that pass, then comes the snow / Ain't much to rake anyway in the fall
The Replacements (1985) Here Comes a Regular
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miércoles, 10 de mayo de 2006
Carta de Raphaelito
Desde la plaza de armas de un lugar cualquiera, te escribo una carta para que tú sepas lo que ya sabías, aunque no lo dijeras. Espero que llegue a tus manos y, que no la devuelvas.
Que pagues el rescate que abajo te indico. Yo tampoco me explico, por qué no acudí antes a ti. Pero nadie puede salvarme, nadie sabe lo que sabes, y tampoco entregarían lo que vale mi rescate.
No hay dinero, ni castillos, ni avales, ni talonarios, no hay en este mundo, -aunque parezca absurdo-, ni en planetas por descubrir, lo que aquí te pido.
Y no te obligo a nada que no quieras. Las fuerzas me fallan, mis piernas no responden; te conocen, pero no llegan a ti.
Decidí por eso mismo, un mecanismo de defensa. Presa como está mi alma, con la calma suficiente, ser más fuerte, y enfrentarme cuanto antes a la verdad, sin dudar un segundo, lo asumo, sólo tú puedes pagar el rescate.
Devuélveme el amor que me arrebataste, o entrégaselo, lo mismo me da, al abajo firmante; pues no hay en este mundo, -aunque parezca absurdo-, ni en planetas por descubrir, lo que aquí te pido.
Y no te obligo a nada que no quieras. Las fuerzas me fallan, mis piernas no responden, te conocen, pero no llegan a ti.
Enrique Bunbury (2004) - El Rescate
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domingo, 7 de mayo de 2006
And I ain't got the power anymore
I'm closer to the Golden Dawn / Immersed in Crowley's uniform / Of imagery / I'm living in a silent film / Portraying Himmler's sacred realm / Of dream reality / I'm frightened by the total goal / Drawing to the ragged hole / And I ain't got the power anymore / No I ain't got the power anymore.
I'm the twisted name on Garbo's eyes / Living proof of Churchill's lies / I'm destiny / I'm torn between the light and dark / Where others see their target / Divine symmetry / Should I kiss the Viper's fang / Or herald loud the death of Man? / I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought / And I ain't got the power anymore.
Don't believe in yourself / Don't deceive with belief / Knowledge comes with death's release.
I'm not a prophet or a stone age man / Just a mortal with potential of a superman / I'm living on / I'm tethered to the logic of Homo Sapien / Can't take my eyes from the great salvation / Of bullshit faith / If I don't explain what you ought to know / You can tell me all about it / On the next Bardo / I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought / And I ain't got the power anymore.
Don't believe in yourself / Don't deceive with belief / Knowledge comes with deaths release.
David Bowie (1971) Quicksand
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