Hay veces que me molesta mucho que mis recuerdos se borren, porque se que nunca más, en ningun universo paralelo(o no) nadie va a volver a pensar lo mismo. Que bien.
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lunes, 24 de mayo de 2010
jueves, 20 de mayo de 2010
jueves, 13 de mayo de 2010
lunes, 10 de mayo de 2010
No. 7
Now that you're hear & see, everyone of us seem to take the wrong way home. Now that you're safe with me, trying to get a handle on the neighbor's lawn.We're safe & sound, so safe for nowHow does it taste to be swinging away for the night?. Doctor said son you should carry a gun (for to) be alright... but it's the way that you talk & it's the way that you move around. Gravity's one thing & gravity's something, but how's about coming down?. There's a time & place in which to be alone (but lately it just don't seem so alluring). You're no good not around, your elevator skipping all me best-dressed floors.
We're safe & sound, so safe for now. Weird but you're back talking
jueves, 6 de mayo de 2010
ALTO CD
Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers ofdeath's construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death & hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death & hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
jueves, 22 de abril de 2010
viernes, 9 de abril de 2010
lunes, 5 de abril de 2010
martes, 30 de marzo de 2010
domingo, 28 de febrero de 2010
martes, 19 de enero de 2010
temas vicio VII
I got no motivation
Where is my motivation
No time for motivation
Smoking my inspiration
Where is my motivation
No time for motivation
Smoking my inspiration
miércoles, 6 de enero de 2010
martes, 5 de enero de 2010
meramente humanos
Madre, monogamia, romanticismo... La fuente brota muy alta; el chorro surge con furia, espumante. La necesidad tiene una sola salida. Amor mío, hijo mío. No es extraño que aquellos pobres premodernos estuviesen locos y fuesen desdichados y miserables. Su mundo no les permitía tomar las cosas con calma, no les permitía ser juiciosos, virtuosos, felices. Con madres y amantes, con prohibiciones para cuya obediencia no habían sido condicionados, con las tentaciones y los remordimientos solitarios, con todas las enfermedades y el dolor eternamente aislante, no es de extrañar que sintieran intensamente las cosas y sintiéndolas así (y, peor aún, en soledad, en un aislamiento individual sin esperanzas), ¿cómo podían ser estables?
lunes, 4 de enero de 2010
temas vicio VI
I just shook the handshake
I just sealed the deal
I'll try not to let them
Take everything they can steal
People always told me
Don't forget your roots
I know I can f e e l t h e m underneath my leather boots
You toss all the mornings lost to the clouds and you watch it go
Your fairweather friends on a parachute binge get lost when the wind blows
The handshake's stuck on the tip of my tongue
It tastes like death but it looks like fun
I was a loner
I was just waiting by myself
When you, warped temptress
Rose to bring me happiness and wealth
Black tears, black smile, black credit cards & shoes
You can call all the people you want
But it's you who's being used
Under your black eyes, h o n e y
Right beneath your nose
A curse on all creation
Every single thing you know
White smoke, white light, white marble on the floor
It would only take a few seconds of darkness to figure out what's in store
Little girl
You convince yourself that you want it, but you don't know
You keep trying to wash the blood from your hands, but it won't go
We're gonna keep you on the run
We got the handshake under our tongue
I just sealed the deal
I'll try not to let them
Take everything they can steal
People always told me
Don't forget your roots
I know I can f e e l t h e m underneath my leather boots
You toss all the mornings lost to the clouds and you watch it go
Your fairweather friends on a parachute binge get lost when the wind blows
The handshake's stuck on the tip of my tongue
It tastes like death but it looks like fun
I was a loner
I was just waiting by myself
When you, warped temptress
Rose to bring me happiness and wealth
Black tears, black smile, black credit cards & shoes
You can call all the people you want
But it's you who's being used
Under your black eyes, h o n e y
Right beneath your nose
A curse on all creation
Every single thing you know
White smoke, white light, white marble on the floor
It would only take a few seconds of darkness to figure out what's in store
Little girl
You convince yourself that you want it, but you don't know
You keep trying to wash the blood from your hands, but it won't go
We're gonna keep you on the run
We got the handshake under our tongue
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