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June 16
Micro Cuts
¿está permitido hacerle eso a una guitarra?
City of Delusion
Supermassive BlacK Hole
June 13
I'm going back to 505,
If its a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive,
In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side,
With your hands between your thighs,
_______Stop and wait a sec,
Oh when you look at me like that my darling,
What did you expect, I probably still adore you with your
hand around my neck,
Or I did last time I checked.
Not shy of a spark,
A knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark,
Frightened by the bite though its no harsher than the bark,
Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start,
I'm going back to 505,
If its a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive,
In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side,
With your hands between your thighs,
But I crumble completely when you cry,
It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye,
Im always just about to go and spoil a suprise,
Take my hands off of your eyes too soon,
I'm going back to 505,
If its a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive,
In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side,
With your hands between your thighs and a smile
_________________
April 13 Why are you so far away?
Even when you're standing next to me
Your eyes give you away
Telling secrets when your mouth don't feel like talking
And I'll be your Lloyd Dobbler
With a boombox out in the street
And I'll be there if you need someone
Even if he isn't me
Lying in your bed
As lights dance across the ceiling
I listen to you breathe
Toss and turn in your sleep
And I wish that you'd believe
That I'll be your Lloyd Dobbler
With a boombox out in the street
And I'll be there if you need someone
Even if he isn't me
There's a Norman Rockwell painting
Two kids sitting on a bench
It reminds me of all the stupid thingsI'd like for us to share
But I don't care.
February 19 Las canciones son de colores
Here is to you honey
But I'm out of your league
Never gonna pass me
'Cause I'm out of your league, your league, your league
Lookie here baby
You're coming (my way)
But I move like a landslide
So get out of my way
[P.D: and stay away]
[Your new favourite band!]
Up from the floor on the count of ten !!
Oh you get up, you get down and you try it again verde, color del dinero
Up and down and around again
Oh you get up, you get down and you try it again
Up and down and around again
Oh you get up, you get down and you try it again
All right! zeta zeta zeta zeta
El disco es blanco y negro
Time to learn a lesson
Like Pavlov's dog
If same-ing isn't working
Why don't you different instead, instead, instead
Like Samson and Delilah
Attila and the Huns
You're ready for a new round
Don't it look like it's gonna be fun, be fun
Up from the floor on the count of ten !!
Oh you get up, you get down and you try it again
4 8 15 16 23 42
Up and down and around again
Oh you get up, you get down and you try it again
Up and down and around again
Oh you get up, you get down and you try it again
(They say the defenition of madness is doing the
same thing and expecting a different result...) so are you mad, you mad, you mad, you mad?
That's right!
Doo wacko! Up and down
Doo wacko! Down and up
Doo wacko! Round for round (so fun!)
Doo wacko! Hit the ground
Doo wacko! Up and down
Doo wacko! Ah you get up you get down and you try it again
|escucha los colores| (tienes que tener paciencia, son tímidos para cargarse)
SIT THE FUCK DOWN
January 19 Take all your pills and divide them by color & size
Take all your problems and advise them that everything's fine
Since you ran away you've been beating your habits to death... But if you were to stay would you feed them
This white happiness
Nobody wants to harm you when you're outside
But it's hard to believe when everyone's killing time
Does somebody knows that you're not laughing?
(Take all your pills and divide them by number and might)
Take all your problems and chastise them because everything's fine
Since you've ran away you've been beating those ladders instead
But if you were to stay would you feed them with violence?
December 22
[No le dije al diablo que se marchara cuando me trajo las flores. Quería hacerlo y sé que debí haberlo hecho, y tía Carl está muy, muy enfadada conmigo. Pero, padre, él sólo quiere hacernos felices. Se lo juro, padre, no es malo conmigo. Y si no lo miro ni lo escucho, llora.
(...)
Todas mis tías lo conocen. Lo llaman el hombre, pero tía Carl dice que es el diablo. Es ella la que dice que es pecado, como tocarse entre las piernas o tener pensamientos impuros. Como cuando me besa y siento escalofríos.]
A pesar de todo, tenían un aspecto fantasmagórico. De hecho, en cuanto los latidos de su corazón volvieron a la normalidad, se dio cuenta de que el ramo tenía algo en realidad extraño. No era experta en rosas pero, por lo general, ¿no eran más pequeñas que éstas? Qué grandes y blandas parecían. Y tenían un color encarnado oscuro. Y qué tallos, y qué hojas; la forma de las hojas de las rosas siempre era almendrada, ¿no? y éstas tenían muchas puntas. En realidad no había ni una sola hoja en todo el ramo que tuviera la misma forma y el mismo número de puntas que otra. Qué extraño. Como si fuera una planta silvestre, genéticamente silvestre, llena de sorprendentes mutaciones casuales.
Nadie. Nadie en el largo salón. Nadie fuera, en los porches, donde las enredaderas trepaban sobre las mallas de las mosquiteras.
Nadie.
-¿Tienes miedo de mí? –preguntó en voz alta. Las palabras le produjeron un curioso hormigueo de excitación-. ¿O esperabas que yo tuviera miedo de ti y como no lo tengo, estás enfadado? Es eso, ¿verdad?
Con una débil sonrisa se acercó a las rosas. Cogió una del florero y se la acercó a los labios para sentir la tersura de los pétalos.
Realmente era una rosa enorme. Cuántos pétalos, y qué disposición tan confusa y extraña. Las flores ya empezaban a marchitarse.
Se despertó poco antes del alba, con la voz irritada del padre Lafferty en la cabeza. Envidia, enfermedad mental. ¿Era esa la verdad oculta entre líneas? Parecía la pieza clave que encajaba en el rompecabezas. Una casa gobernada con mano firme, una casa en la que mujeres hermosas habían hallado la tragedia. Y, sin embargo, aún había algo que lo perturbaba… Todas ellas lo ven, padre. Flores aplastadas bajo el pie, tallos largos de gladiolos blancos y delicadas hojas de helecho. Vio su zapato aplastándolas.
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