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

miércoles, 9 de septiembre de 2009

Depeche Mode *True Blood* Corrupt



*****

Corrupt

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I could corrupt you
In a heartbeat
You think you're so special
Think you're so sweet

What are you trying?
Don't even tempt me
Soon you'll be crying
I wish you'd trapped me

You'll be calling out my name
When you need someone to blame


I could corrupt you
It will be easy
Watching you suffer
Girl, it will please me

I wanna touch you
With my little finger
I know it will crush you
My memory would linger

You'll be crying out in pain
Begging me to play my games


I could corrupt you
It would be ugly
They could sedate you
But what good would drugs be?

But I wouldn't touch you
Put my hands on your hips
It would be too much to
Place my lips on your lips

You'll be calling out my name
Begging me to play my games.



martes, 8 de septiembre de 2009

Feliz Cumple 83 Nonito!


Nuestro main super hyper Nonito nos cumple 83 nomás y nosotros le llevamos muchas sorpresitas para el cumple!

Grande Nonazo! Por 83 mássssssssss!!!


domingo, 6 de septiembre de 2009

Olimpicamente

te mintieron cuando te dijeron nomás que no EXISTIAN MAESTROS SINO SOLO ESCUELAS.

Vilmente.

jueves, 3 de septiembre de 2009

miércoles, 2 de septiembre de 2009

What I've Done


He hecho cosas muy muy malas.
Nada que no me perdones.
Pero malas al fin.

*****

In this farewell
There’s no blood
There’s no alibi
‘Cause I’ve drawn regret
From the truth
Of a thousand lies

So let mercy come
And wash away
What I’ve done

I'll face myself
To cross out what i’ve become
Erase myself
And let go of what i’ve done

Put to rest
What you thought of me
While I clean this slate
With the hands of uncertainty

For what I’ve done
I start again
And whatever pain may come
Today this ends
I’m forgiving what I’ve done!!!

What I’ve done
Forgiving what I’ve done

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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!