There's a ghost in me, Who wants to say I'm sorry. Doesn't mean I'm sorry.

viernes, 28 de agosto de 2009

Natasha Bedingfield: Soujourn

Una de mis most super favs songs ever, take and listen


Sitting on the edge Of an armchair My seat belt unfastened Shoelaces not tied Letting the wind mess my hair Make up all smudged Waking up all blurry eyed It's too early in the morning For my words to come out right Just getting used to sunshine I'm still squinting in the light And it looks like a perfect day Just to get away All the mundane Has bought out the rebel I was born to be And it feels like the perfect time Just to break away This is my life It's a sojourn from the norm, oh, yeah I'm a non-conformist I like doing stupid things Like laughing on a train Or falling in love again Television, magazines They tell you how to live your life But not how to use your brain It's too early in the morning For my words to come out right Just getting used to sunshine I'm still squinting in the light And it looks like a perfect day Just to get away All the mundane Has bought out the rebel I was born to be And it feels like the perfect time Just to break away This is my life It's a sojourn from the norm, yeah, oh, yeah I wanna do something I've never done Dip my toe Beneath the surface Of a sea that I've never seen the bottom of I'm not perfect Don't have to be Can walk around in just bare feet I'm comfortable in my own skin My confidence, it starts within And it looks like a perfect day Just to get away All the mundane
Has bought out the rebel I was born to be And it feels like a perfect time Just to break away This is my life It's a sojourn from the norm A sojourn from the norm, oh, yeah
*****

jueves, 27 de agosto de 2009

Frank Black & The Catholics: Cold Heart of Stone

Desde el ´94 que no le daba pelota, amazing album por cierto aquel: en donde me filmaba con el bajo, alone in my room para la posteridad con su música de fondo, en fin...
Me bajé los 14 discos, los escuché y me hice un bestOf para andar en la calle con la Nave.


Winter blows through my coat It’s chilling my bones But it does not compare To your cold heart of stone I pledged you my love And I gave you my car Now you're parking with him Yeah I know where you are Winter blows through my coat It’s chilling my bones But it does not compare To your cold heart of stone Your favorite perfume Well I gave you a tub Now you’re stepping out For your rubba dub dub If ever you need Don’t call [x2] I once had a dog Who ran from his home But that wasn't even close To your cold heart of stone Winter blows through my coat It’s chilling my bones But it does not compare To your cold heart of stone If ever you need Don’t call [x2]

*****

lunes, 24 de agosto de 2009

domingo, 23 de agosto de 2009

sábado, 22 de agosto de 2009

viernes, 21 de agosto de 2009

19

Vos decís que está moooooooooooooy mal que tenga 19?

*****
A mi no me hace ruido paranada.
Very very exciting indeed.


martes, 18 de agosto de 2009

Los Favores Recibidos

...creo habértelos pagado...
 
La versión Caetano me gusta mucho mucho.

lunes, 17 de agosto de 2009

domingo, 16 de agosto de 2009

Muse The Resistance Cover

From the incoming album: The Resistance!

sábado, 15 de agosto de 2009

viernes, 14 de agosto de 2009

Gamer

Para un Gamer histórico como yo.
Nada mejor que una perra gamer like u.
So, gimme that joystick and chupala mon amour...


jueves, 13 de agosto de 2009

Mediaeval Baebes!


Desde el ´93/94 que suena en mi soundtrack permanente Miranda Sex Garden, y vos sabes que andar caminando sobre nubes con angeles sonando en tus oidos hace que BA sea mucho mucho pero mucho más soportable en todo sentido.
Mucho más siendo jovencito recien salido del vergel oven teen ponele: almost fresh brand new. Okey, ahora las Mediaeval Baebes son el resultado de lo nuevo de la fundadora de las MSG.
Que tampoco existen más, pero WOW qué musica cómo me encanta sentirme rodeado de hadas que encantadas le cantan a un don nadie como yo, mucho más cuando los DCD me dejaron en silencio, averiado roto y mal parado en una vereda del microcentro en el verano del ´95.

Album de las diosas de Mediaeval Baebes >>

{ gimme local drag queen your holly love }

miércoles, 12 de agosto de 2009

Rio de Janeiro


Desde chiquito soñaba con viajar a las playas de Río.
Veía Rio de Duran Duran en videoclip de MTV, con el yatch de Simón navegando en uno de los videos más WOWs do mondo y me decía solito: "tengo que estar ahí qué hermoso todo".


*****
Es un sueño que concretaré muy pronto:
Río Allá Vamos!

martes, 11 de agosto de 2009

Whisky in my Shoes


Tiraste whisky en mis zapatos, nos agachamos, nos chocamos las cabezas.
Nos besamos largo rato.

{ I will never forget u babe.}

lunes, 10 de agosto de 2009

You Cant Break a Heart and Have it

Ey me!

You Cant Break a Heart and Have it!!!

domingo, 9 de agosto de 2009

Emiliana Torrini: The Boy who Giggled so Sweet

Emiliana Torrini { sí: la del hitasissimo chill *Easy on Sunshine*, great super summer sunset amazing song at the beach, bueno esa }, la conocí con Fede en la ANB allá por el 2003 y flasheamos mal de en serio o sea una voz exquisita.
Okey aquí this beautiful song del ´96 que cada vez que la escucho me hace acordar a Juan Cruz.
Que lo veo, lo beso, lo mimo y abrazo todo el día todos los días, pero igual, me hace acordar a él por lo que canta, divina, divino.



He came with the breeze 
She told everyone, in the cold 
She would hold him and sing a song, 
Sweet little Anna, singing her sad, sad song, 
To her beautiful boy that giggled so sweet. 
 The days went by until one little night, with this one little moon hanging in its black, 
Sweet little Anna, whispered her goodnight song, 
In the ear of the boy who giggled so sweet. 
"My baby, my beauty, my boy, my baby, What is your favourite song of all songs? 
Sweet baby, my love, my darling, my baby, Forever your rosie lips won't turn blue. 
 I won't let nights hurt you, 
I won't let them take you, 
Take my hand and we'll run up that tree. 
I won't let days hurt you, 
I wont let them break you, if so my little heart will die, if so my tears will freeze and turn grey." 
He just stared in her hardworking arms, 
His rosie little lips had turned blue, 
Sweet little Anna, chanted her goodnight song, for her beautiful boy that giggled so sweet. 
"My baby, my beauty........"
They took the boy who giggled so sweet, 
Frozen grey tears glanced on her cheek, 
And the goodnight song, 
She never stopped singing, 
Danced from her lips, Down the dark grey street. 
"My baby, my beauty........"

*****

sábado, 8 de agosto de 2009

Y para vos mi ex amorrrrrrrrr

Cucharadita de vidrio molido todos los días!

Nueva dieta: y no me digas que así no adelgazás eh?

viernes, 7 de agosto de 2009

Si cierro mis ojos para siempre




Una de mis most powerful songs from my youth.
*****
Lita:
Baby, I get so scared inside and I don’t really understand,
Is it love that is on my mind, or is it fantasy
Ozzy:
Heaven, is in the palm of my hand, and its waiting here for you
What am I supposed to do with a childhood tragedy
If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain unchanged
If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain the same
Sometimes its hard to hold on, so hard to hold on to my dreams
It isnt always what is seems when your face to face with me
Lita:
Your like a dagger, you stick me in the heart and taste bloodfrom my blade
And when we sleep will you shelter me in your warm and darken grave
If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain unchanged
If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain the same
Will you ever take me?
Ozzy:
No I just cant take the pain
Lita:
Would you ever trust me?
Ozzy:
No ill never feel the same
Lita:
I know ive been so hard on you, I know ive told you lies
If I could have just one more wish, Id wipe the cobwebs from my eyes
If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain unchanged
If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain the same

Ozzy:
Close your eyes, close your eyes, you gotta close your eyes for me

jueves, 6 de agosto de 2009

Mama, I´m Coming Home



*****
















Times have changed and times are strange
Here I come, but I aint the same
Mama, Im coming home
Times gone by seem to be
You could have been a better friend to me
Mama, Im coming home

You took me in and you drove me out
Yeah, you had me hypnotized
Lost and found and turned around
By the fire in your eyes

You made me cry, you told me lies
But I can't stand to say goodbye
Mama, Im coming home
I could be right, I could be wrong
Hurts so bad, it's been so long
Mama, Im coming home

Selfish love yeah we're both alone
The ride before the fall
But I'm gonna take this heart of stone
I just gotta have it all


I've seen your face a hundred times
Everyday we've been apart
I don't care about the sunshine, yeah
cause mama, mama, Im coming home
I'm coming home

You took me in and you drove me out
Yeah, you had me hypnotized
Lost and found and turned around
By the fire in your eyes...


miércoles, 5 de agosto de 2009

Gemini Vagabond

Wolfmother ROCKS oh yeah my boii!!!
años con la mejor musique of the whole world my dear girlie...

✪✪✪✪✪


Oh girl, I don't know all the reasons why
I found the answer looking in your eye
I go out walking all day long
Take away this lonely man, soon he will be gone
Cause I'll tell you everything about living free
Yes, I can see you girl
Can you see me?

You don't need to know what i do all day
It's as much as I know
Watch it waste away
Cause I'll tell you everything about livin' free
Yes, I can see you girl
Can you see me?

Go and see the sorcerer, look into the ball
You may find the answer written on the wall
Look at what's inside her
Can you see the answer?

Put her on a mansion on top of a hill
Please don't make her do the things against her will
I found something special
I don't know why
Looking into her pretty little eye

martes, 4 de agosto de 2009

Posavasos creativos


Escondidos en algún lugar de la cocina por años.
Made in Rome. Traídos por los padres de VIP en los 90s.

Y con razón Berlusconi anda siempre alzado.
Con este tipos de frizzbies qué querés.

sábado, 1 de agosto de 2009

Dolores: No Baggage


94/95: Cranberries a tope @ my life.
Vuelvo a escuchar su voz y me estremece.

Nuevo disco de mi querida Dolores.
The Journey is THE song.

My life = My journey.


Amaaaaaaaazing voice mi amor cuánto power cuanta onda toda junta qué attitude mirá.