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 Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 5:33 pm
esta va para wako... que de ***** se me dio por buscarla y la encontre. en realidad no es una cancion, es un monologo, muy loco por cierto
les recomineod leerla y si pueden escucharla porque se muuuy loca y se van a reir, sobre todo si la escuchan
la mujer perfecta
bersuit vergarabat
Reconozco que estoy un poco cansado,
pensaba mientras tarareaba esta dulce canción
un sol radiante, la gente reposaba en la luz,
todo ocurría normalmente transeúntes
yo caminando por la calle sin saber a donde,
cuando creí escuchar a alguien que me decía
algo pero vi que no se le movían los labios
me presto una menor atención en ese momento
cuando se acerco a mí,
de una manera ingenua le pregunte:
vos sos mujer, no yo soy croata, croata, croata, croata
comenzamos a caminar los dos en el mismo sentido
bamboleándonos de una manera elegante ta' linda, parecía que yo también era lindo para ella caminábamos caminábamos,
de pronto advertí que repentinamente un chico
que paseaba normalmente a todos los perros
como lo hacia todos los días se convierte en un
girasol ante mis ojos y dije algún estupefaciente
que me ha bajado me da estas sensaciones
y unas trompetas medievales comenzaron
a anunciar una especie de sentimiento repentino
hacia 5 minutos que te conocía y necesitaba
preguntarte antes vos sos mujer,
no yo soy croata, croata, croata, croata,
a ver sacame estos mosquitos que me molestan
y los mosquitos se retiraron comenzaron
a agrandarse a formarse mariposas pero
soy bien macho y me la banco y no sos mas
que una mujer, ¿sos una mujer?
no yo soy croata, croata, croata cacacaca, croata,
y me convertí en una rana y te convertiste
en un pez y me convertí en un zapato
y te convertiste en un sillón de mimbre
y estábamos jugando al hada madrina
y la gente se convertía en vaso y los árboles
comenzaban a flamear como si fueran algas
y estábamos ahí precisamente abajo del
agua vos sos mujer , no yo soy croata,
croata, croata, croata
Y parecía un presagio parecía algún mal anuncio
pero yo soy bien macho y sos una mujer,
empecé a charlar absurdamente
a decir palabras inconexas a hablar de
distintos temas a la vez
a simular movimientos de karate a bailar
a desconcertarla, las mujeres frente
al desconcierto siempre retroceden,
pero no ya no podía dejar de moverme
epilépticamente y decir estupideces
aunque mi pensamiento era correcto
BASTA, BASTA!!! VOS SOS MUJER,
NO YO SOY CROATA, CROATA, CROATA
Y LA AGARRÉ DE LOS PELOS EMPECÉ A
SAMARREARLA MI FUERZA BRUTA TE
CONVERTIRA EN POLVO LA LLEVE A UN BAÑO,
VERTI MI PENE SOBRE SU BOCA
ERIGIENDO EL ARMA MAS PREPOTENTE
DE LA NATURALEZA, ESTABAS LISTA TRAGALA,
TRAGALA O TE ROMPO LA CARA, PUTA!!
En ese instante el pene se dio vuelta hacia mi
y comencé a penetrarme a mi mismo
y gozaba por el ano ya era una mujer
sentía como una mujer quería todo para mi
Yyyyy tengo vergüenza me gusta pero
también tengo dignidad y te voy a preguntar
por mi rebeldía aunque sea vos sos mujer?
No yo soy Croata, croata, croata, croata.
Me encerré en un baño y quise masturbarme
para quedar solo con mi fantasía mi único
tesoro antes de suicidarme quiero recordar,
quiero recordar que alguna vez yo
era el amo de esta tierra
Mi cabeza se incrusta en mi torso, las manos
se hunden para adentro, un torso que gira
como una pelota, y gira como una pelota,
y gira como una pelota
VOS SOS MUJER?
NO YO SOY CROOOAAAAAAAAAAAATAAAAAAAAAAAA.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 5:36 pm
The Ting Tings - Great DJFed up with your indigestion. Swallow words one by one. Your folks got high at a quarter to five. Don’t you feel you’re growing up undone. Nothing but the local DJ. He said he had some songs to play. What went down from this fooling around. Gave hope and a brand new day. Imagine all the girls, Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. And the boys, Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. And the strings, Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee. And the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums. Oh. Nothing was the same again. All about where and when. Blowing our minds in a life unkind. Gotta love the bpm. When his work was all but done Remembering how this begun. We wore his love like a hand in a glove. There’s a future plays it all night long. Nothing but the girls, Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. And the boys, Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. And the strings, Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee. And the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums….. Imagine all the girls. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. And the boys, Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. And the strings, Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee. And the drums, Ah ah ah ah, ah, ah, ah, oh. All the girls Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. And the boys, Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. And the strings, Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee. And the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums.
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2008 3:01 pm
I'll never be a Saint... I can't hide and deny the Sinner inside.
Sometimes Salvation - The Black Crowes
To lessen my troubles,
I stopped hanging out with relatives,
and empty saviours like you.
I wish I had a nickel for every miracle
that you easily tricked me into.
You can lead a horse to water.
Oh, but faith is another matter.
Oh, so don't you surrender. Oh, no, no.
'Cause sometimes salvation,
in the eye of the storm...
Sister, do you wanna try and find me?
I've no time for accusations,
or conversations on all the bad, bad things you do.
Just a note from your jailor,
drugs and the relations,
to all the people around you.
You can lead a horse to the water,
Oh, but faith is another matter, yes it is.
So don't you surrender, no no.
'Cause sometimes salvation
in the eye of the storm...
Sister, do you wanna try and find me?
Oh...
Oh, I've kept secret your superstitions,
and all its twisted wisdom,
that I fell into... Oh, yeah...
You can lead a horse to the water... Oh, I know you can.
Oh, yeah babe, but faith is another matter, yes it is.
Oh, so don't you... Don't you surrender, no no, no no.
Sometimes, sometimes, salvation, salvation... Salvation...
In the eye of the storm...
Sister, do you wanna try and find me?
Hey, sister, do you wanna try and find me?
Sister... Do you wanna... Try and find... Me?
How sweet life could be, if I could be free from the Sinner in Me.
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2008 3:08 pm
Cancion de Panic con una letra muy linda y aviso q lo q estan tratando de decir...es q la piba se hizo un gato xD
Build God, then we talk / Panic! at the Disco CD: A fever you can't sweat out
It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont Street.
Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing
Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering.
The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde,
And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalala) eyes.
Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Tonight tenants range from: a lawyer and a virgin
Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie
She's getting a job at the firm come Monday.
The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney
moonlighting aside, she really needs his money.
Oh, wonderful caricature of intimacy.
Yeah (Yeah)
And not to mention, the constable, and his proposition, for that "virgin"
Yes, the one the lawyer met with on "strictly business"
as he said to the Mrs. Well, only hours before,
after he had left, she was fixing her face in a compact.
There was a terrible crash (There was a terrible crash)
Between her and the badge
She spilled her purse and her bag, and held a "purse" of a different kind.
Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses.
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.
Raindrops on roses and the girls in white dresses
And sleeping with the roaches and they taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2008 3:15 pm
"I'll catch you" // Get up kids
can you sleep as the sound hits your ears?
one at a time
an unspoken balance here
unabridged for so many years
that I should stare at
receivers
to receive her
isn't fair
don't worry I'll catch you
don't worry I'll catch you
don't ever worry
your arms in mine
any time
wouldn't trade anything
you're still my everything
to my suprise
before my eyes
you arrive
don't worry I'll catch you
don't worry I'll catch you
don't ever worry
still breaking old habits,
habits
you pulled the wool over me
and I can see everything
everything
remembering
Jinx removing
don't worry I'll catch you
don't wory I'll catch you
don't ever worry
no need for reminding
you're still all that matters to me...
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2008 3:29 pm
I'll never be a Saint... I can't hide and deny the Sinner inside.
The Crimson - Atreyu
I feel it welling up inside
And Robert Smith lied,
Boys do cry and with
Blood tears in my eyes I’m an Anne Rice novel come to life.
I can’t hide the monster… anymore.
One can, only feel desolate for so long until
One starts to change into
Something the mirror doesn't recognize.
Metamorphosize.
The darkness has been biding its time
To claim its latest victim,
Fresh meat for carnal desires,
To become, what I became.
I viewed the sun for the last time.
Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same,
When you taste my victim’s blood?
So crimson and red,
I feel it flowing from your lips. (Crimson and red)
My heart is dead and so are you.
And it pulses through,
The desire to change, to deconstruct
All of my,
All of my, past failings.
But where to begin, because when you live in sin
It’s hard to look at saints,
Without them reflecting your jet black aura back on you.
And all I have is hope
My inner burn’s not fading,
I’ll wipe the blood from my cheek and get on with my day.
Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same,
When you taste my victim’s blood?
So crimson and red,
I feel it flowing from your lips. (Crimson and red)
and followments of you
And all I have is hope
And all I need is time
To bury in pine under six feet of time
The lies I told me about myself.
Claw my way out,
Pick the splinters from under my fingernails.
I won’t lose hope,
I won’t give in.
Just live and breathe, try not to die again.
Just live and breathe, try not to die again.
Just live and breathe, try not to die again.
I try not to die again.
Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same,
When you taste my victim’s blood?
So crimson and red,
I feel it flowing from your lips. (Crimson and red)
My heart is dead and so are you.
Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same,
When you taste my victim’s blood?
So crimson and red,
I feel it flowing from your lips.(When you taste my victim's blood)
My heart is dead and so are you.
How sweet life could be, if I could be free from the Sinner in Me.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 6:24 am
Show You How- The Killers
You have one saved message
To listen to your messages, press one, to ch-
First saved message. message sent yesterday at 10:41 pm.
Ha
I gotta tell ya
I'll make it better
But i know there's somethin' i needed to say
When i was out, though
Maybe you were better alone
I know i'll make it home
She told me sweet thang
Run a labour
In your shoes
Touch me til i follow in love
I wanna help her
Maybe we were better alone
I wanna show you how
And then we walked out
Make it ? now
I said i want it but i never alone
I wanna show you
Maybe we were somethin' uncool
I wanna make you sing
Uh uh oh
4laugh
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 3:32 pm
I'll never be a Saint... I can't hide and deny the Sinner inside.
Video Rock Band del tema 'Hard To Handle' de The Black Crowes. Una canción que me encanta a pesar de tener una letra muy "sugerente". blaugh
Hard To Handle - The Black Crowes
Baby, here I am,
I'm the man on the scene.
I can give you what you want,
but you gotta come home with me.
I have got some good old lovin'
and I got some more in store.
When I get through throwin' it on you,
you gotta come back for more.
Boys and things that come by the dozen,
that ain't nothin' but drugstore lovin'.
Hey little thing let me light your candle,
'cause mama: I'm sure hard to handle, now.
Action speaks louder than words
and I'm a man of great experience.
I know you've got another man
but I can love you better than him.
Take my hand don't be afraid,
I'm gonna prove every word I say.
I'm advertising love for free,
so you can place your ad with me.
Boys come along a dime by the dozen
that ain't nothing but ten cent lovin'.
Hey little thing, let me light your candle.
'cause mama I'm sure hard to handle, now.
Get around.
Baby, here I am,
I'm the man on the scene.
I can give you what you want,
but you gotta come home with me.
I have got some good old lovin'
and I got some more in store.
When I get through throwin' it on you,
you gotta come back mama, back for more.
Boys and things that come by the dozen,
that ain't nothin' but drugstore lovin'.
Hey little thing let me light your candle,
'cause mama: I'm sure hard to handle, now.
Oh, hard to handle now...
Boys come along a dime by the dozen
that ain't nothing but ten cent lovin'.
Hey little thing, let me light your candle.
'cause mama I'm sure hard to handle, now.
Get around.
Baby, good old lovin'.
So hard to handle now...
How sweet life could be, if I could be free from the Sinner in Me.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 7:23 am
Luna Tucumana
Autor: Atahualpa Yupanqui
Yo no le canto a la luna
porque alumbra nada mas
le canto porque ella sabe
de mi largo caminar. (BIS)
Ay lunita tucumana
tamborcito calchaquí
compañera de los gauchos
en la senda del tafí. (BIS)
Perdido en las cerrasones
quien sabe vidita por donde andaré
más cuando salga la luna
cantaré, cantaré
a mi Tucumán querido
cantaré, cantaré, cantaré.
Con esperanza o con pena
en los campos de Acherse
yo he visto a la luna buena
besando el cañaveral. (BIS)
En algo nos parecemos
luna de la soledad
yo voy andando y cantando
que es mi modo de alumbrar. (BIS)
Perdido en las cerrasones
quien sabe vidita por donde andaré
más cuando salga la luna
cantaré, cantaré
a mi Tucumán querido
cantaré, cantaré, cantaré.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 3:37 pm
I'll never be a Saint... I can't hide and deny the Sinner inside.
Rockin' The Suburbs - Ben Folds
Let me tell y'all what it's like,
being male, middle-class and white.
It's a b***h, if you don't believe,
listen up to my new CD.
(Sha-mon.)
I got s**t runnin' throught my brain,
it's so intense that I can't explain.
All alone in my white-boy pain,
shake your booty while the band complains.
I'm rockin' the suburbs...
Just like Michael Jackson did.
I'm rockin' the suburbs...
Except that he was talented.
I'm rockin' the suburbs...
I take the cheques and face the facts
that some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks.
I'm pissed off but I'm too polite,
when people break in the McDonald's line.
Mom and Dad you made me so uptight,
I'm gonna cuss on the mic tonight.
I don't know how much I can take,
girl, give me something I can break...
I'm rockin' the suburbs...
Just like Quiet Riot did.
I'm rockin' the suburbs...
Except that they were talented.
I'm rockin' the suburbs...
I take the cheques and face the facts
that some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks.
In a haze these days,
I pull up to the stop light,
I can feel that something's not right,
I can feel that someone's blasting me with hate
and bass...
Sendin' dirty vibes my way,
'cause my great great great great Grandad
made someones' great great great great Grandaddies slaves...
I just drove to the store
for some Preparation-H.
Y'all don't know what it's like,
being male, middle-class and white.
Y'all don't know what it's like,
being male, middle-class and white.
Y'all don't know what it's like,
being male, middle-class and white.
Y'all don't know what it's like,
being male, middle class and white.
It gets me real pissed off, it makes me wanna say,
it gets me pissed off and it makes me wanna say,
it gets me real pissed off and it makes me wanna say...
Just like Jon Bon Jovi did,
I'm rockin' the suburbs...
Except that he was talented,
I'm rockin' the suburbs...
I take the cheques and face the facts,
that some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks.
These days...
Yeah, yeah...
I'm rockin' the suburbs...
Yeah, yeah...
I'm rockin' the suburbs...
Yeah, yeah...
How sweet life could be, if I could be free from the Sinner in Me.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 7:40 pm
Seh Lost Control- Joy Division
The confusion in her eyes it says it all
She's lost control
And she's clinging the nearest passerby
She's lost control again
And she gave away the secrets of the past and said
I've lost control again
And the voice who told her when and where and why she said
I've lost control again
And she turned around and took me by the hand and said
I've lost control again
An how I've never felt just why I don't understand she said
I've lost control again
And she screamed out kicking on her side and said
I've lost control again
And she's upon the floor; I thought she died she said
I've lost control again
She's lost control again
She's lost control
She's lost control again
She's lost control
And I had to phone her friend to state my case and say
She's lost control again
And she showed up all the errors of the states and said
I've lost control again
And she expressed herself in many different ways until
She lost control again
I walked upon the edge of no escape and laughed
I've lost control again
She's lost control again
She's lost control
She's lost control again
She's lost control
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 7:50 pm
Nothing In My Way - Keane
A turning tide
Lovers at a great divide
why d'you laugh
When I know that you hurt inside?
And why d'you say
It's just another day, nothing in my way
I don't wanna go, I don't wanna stay
So there's nothing left to say?
And why d'you lie
When you wanna die, when you hurt inside
Don't know what you lie for anyway
Now there's nothing left to say
A tell-tale sign
You don't know where to draw the line
And why d'you say
It's just another day, nothing in my way
I don't wanna go, I don't wanna stay
So there's nothing left to say
And why d'you lie
When you wanna die, when you hurt inside
Don't know what you lie for anyway
Now there's nothing left to say
Well for a lonely soul, you're having such a nice time
For a lonely soul, you're having such a nice time
For a lonely soul, it seems to me that you're having such a nice time
You're having such a nice time
For a lonely soul, you're having such a nice time
For a lonely soul, you're having such a nice time
For a lonely soul, it seems to me that you're having such a nice time
You're having such a nice time
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 8:02 pm
Las pastillas del abuelo- vuelta de tuerca
ahora si q estoy como quiero
en un presente a puro sentimiento
sin vivir al compás del minutero
perdiendo al fin la noción del tiempo
se deja ver mi tesoro
aunque sea tan solo para mi
pero me deja tranquilo
y vos sentís esa historia al fin
y queda una vuelta de tuerca mas
puede q un tanto lo efímero
sea cuestión de practicar
efímero para mi lo q para otro un sueño
un trucazo al 21 x el piso
un abrazo el disparo de largada
solo así será felíz y yo mas mio
felíz de ver sonar esta zapada
y morirá así mi querido Mr. Hide
y triunfará Sherlock Holmes
metiéndome la desgracia donde Papillon
guardaba plata
siento q el viento me sopla de nuevo
al oido la frase ideal
caigo parado mas de la cuenta
y si tropiezo ya no es fatal
xq yo se q queda una vuelta de tuerca mas
puede q un tanto lo efímero
sea cuestión de practicar
efímero para mi lo q para otro un sueño
tener de amigos a mis hermanos
tener de hermanos a mis amigos
saber q el pasado nunca es en vano
y q nunca,nunca me falto un ombligo
haberme querido ir al norte y toparme con el cielo
encontrarle el sabor a la derrota
q se hayan inventado Las Pastillas del Abuelo
y porsupuesto la 20 q explota
y asi morirá de una vez mi querido Mr. Hide
y triunfará Sherlock Holmes
metiéndome la desgracia donde Papillon
guardaba plata
no se muy bien cuando patear fuerte al medio
y no se cuando tirar a colocar
pero eso si no va a cambiar
voy a ser yo siempre el primero en patear
romper esquemas de los q siempre callan
gritar aunque sea una sola verdad
y desafiar a Lucifer de visitante
aunque tenga las de perder
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 12:51 pm
Lago en el cielo
Gustavo Cerati
Un lago en el cielo
quiero ser suave
para evitar tu dureza
apago tu fuego
enciende mi agua
puede que no haya certezas.
Vamos despacio
para encontrarnos
el tiempo es arena en mis manos.
Sé por tus marcas
cuánto has amado
más de lo que prometiste.
Hoy te apuré
-estaba tan sensible-
son espejismos que aumentan la sed
si adelanté no me hagas caso
a veces no puedo con la soledad.
Vamos despacio
para encontrarnos
el tiempo es arena en mis manos.
Sé por tus marcas
cuánto has dejado
para olvidar lo que hiciste
sentir algo que nunca sentiste.
Sos el paisaje más soñado
y sacudiste las más sólidas tristezas
y respondiste cada vez que te he llamado.
Vamos despacio
para encontrarnos
el tiempo es arena en mis manos.
Un lago en el cielo
es mi regalo
para olvidar lo que hiciste
y sentir algo que nunca sentiste
Hacerte sentir
algo que nunca sentiste.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 5:01 pm
Serafika Lago en el cielo
Gustavo CeratiUn lago en el cielo
quiero ser suave
para evitar tu dureza
apago tu fuego
enciende mi agua
puede que no haya certezas.
Vamos despacio
para encontrarnos
el tiempo es arena en mis manos.
Sé por tus marcas
cuánto has amado
más de lo que prometiste.
Hoy te apuré
-estaba tan sensible-
son espejismos que aumentan la sed
si adelanté no me hagas caso
a veces no puedo con la soledad.
Vamos despacio
para encontrarnos
el tiempo es arena en mis manos.
Sé por tus marcas
cuánto has dejado
para olvidar lo que hiciste
sentir algo que nunca sentiste.
Sos el paisaje más soñado
y sacudiste las más sólidas tristezas
y respondiste cada vez que te he llamado.
Vamos despacio
para encontrarnos
el tiempo es arena en mis manos.
Un lago en el cielo
es mi regalo
para olvidar lo que hiciste
y sentir algo que nunca sentiste
Hacerte sentir
algo que nunca sentiste. I'll never be a Saint... I can't hide and deny the Sinner inside.
Me hiciste acordar de uno de los temas que más me gustan de Cerati. 3nodding
La Excepción - Gustavo Cerati
Quiero ser, lo que te hace más feliz,
a mí me gusta verte así,
como el fín de este viaje.
Préndeme,
sácate,
llévame,
a un lugar con parlantes...
Y que nos vuele la sonoridad,
por el aire...
Un espacio para celebrar,
sé que esto es grande...
Este amor, es,
la mejor cara del poder,
y estás cansada de poner,
el dedo en la llaga...
Este tiempo llegó para ahogar,
a la bestia...
Todo acaba bloqueado,
entre tanta histeria...
Hoy hagamos la excepción,
de romper las reglas.
Tanto hambre sin satisfacción, satisfacción.
Hoy hagamos la excepción de estirar la cuerda.
Y que durar sea tan,
mejor que arder, mejor que arder...
(Nena llévame a algún lugar, con parlantes.)
Mecanismos de ilusión,
todo el mundo nena, es impostor.
Hoy hagamos la excepción,
de romper las reglas.
Tanto hambre sin satisfacción, satisfacción.
Hoy hagamos la excepción de estirar la cuerda.
que durar sea mejor que arder, mejor que arder...
Ya rompí las reglas...
How sweet life could be, if I could be free from the Sinner in Me.
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