En verdad, si no fuera por la música, habría más razones para volverse loco - Piotr Ilich Tchaikovski
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Peter Broderick - Not At Home
I'm not at
home
I have no
instruments, no instruments
I'm using
yours
I'm
throwing pillows on the floor, on the floor
and when I'm
home, I'm not at home
and when I'm
home, I'm not at home
I'm having
thoughts of driving in a storm
I was in a
storm
I'm not in
love
I'd like to
say I never was, never was
it wasn't
real, now I can say it wasn't real
and when I'm
home, I'm not at home
and when I'm
home, I'm not at home
I'm
crossing fingers I won't run into
run
into you
Placebo - Running Up That Hill
It doesn't hurt me.
You wanna feel how it feels?
You wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me?
You wanna hear about the deal I'm making?
You be running up that hill
You and me be running up that hill
And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
If I only could, oh...
You don't want to hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder.
There is thunder in our hearts, baby.
So much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?
You, be running up that hill
You and me, be running up that hill
You and me won't be unhappy.
And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building,
If I only could, oh...
'C'mon, baby, c'mon, c'mon, darling,
Let me steal this moment from you now.
C'mon, angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling,
Let's exchange the experience, oh...'
And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
With no problems [x2]
'If I only could, be running up that hill.' [x7]
You wanna feel how it feels?
You wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me?
You wanna hear about the deal I'm making?
You be running up that hill
You and me be running up that hill
And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
If I only could, oh...
You don't want to hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder.
There is thunder in our hearts, baby.
So much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?
You, be running up that hill
You and me, be running up that hill
You and me won't be unhappy.
And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building,
If I only could, oh...
'C'mon, baby, c'mon, c'mon, darling,
Let me steal this moment from you now.
C'mon, angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling,
Let's exchange the experience, oh...'
And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
With no problems [x2]
'If I only could, be running up that hill.' [x7]
14 enero 2013
Porcupine Tree - Arriving Somewhere But Not Here
Never stop the car on a drive in the dark
Never look for the truth in your mother's eyes
Never trust the sound of rain upon a river
Rushing through your ears
Arriving somewhere but not here
Did you imagine the final sound as a gun?
Or the smashing windscreen of a car?
Did you ever imagine the last thing you'd hear as you're fading out was a song?
All my designs, simplified
And all of my plans, compromised
All of my dreams, sacrificed
Ever had the feeling you've been here before?
Drinking down the poison the way you were taught
Every thought from here on in your life begins
And all you knew was wrong?
Did you see the red mist block your path?
Did the scissors cut a way to your heart?
Did you feel the envy for the sons of mothers tearing you apart?
Never trust the sound of rain upon a river
Rushing through your ears
Arriving somewhere but not here
Did you imagine the final sound as a gun?
Or the smashing windscreen of a car?
Did you ever imagine the last thing you'd hear as you're fading out was a song?
All my designs, simplified
And all of my plans, compromised
All of my dreams, sacrificed
Ever had the feeling you've been here before?
Drinking down the poison the way you were taught
Every thought from here on in your life begins
And all you knew was wrong?
Did you see the red mist block your path?
Did the scissors cut a way to your heart?
Did you feel the envy for the sons of mothers tearing you apart?
Tenacious D - Low Hangin' Fruit
Well, me and Kage are hungry
We're hungry for some fruit
We wander through the garden
It would be a hoot
To eat some low hangin' fruit
We're on a freaky pursuit
Don't want no high class model in designer fuckin' bathing suit
We want the low hangin' fruit
Me and Kage are horny
We're lookin' for a snack
Lookin' for a plump one
With a tasty crack
We want some low hangin' fruit
She wear the beekeeper suit
She got the shit-kickin' boot
We need the low hangin' fruit
She got the flip-flops on with hot red potatoes
And the butt-floss 'long with fried green tomatoes
And she love that song we sing for the ladies
Come on! Oh my god!
Rip-snort and a flip-florp fiddly-fjorp...
[scat]
Low hangin' fruit
She wears a pink parachute
She got the fly tattoo and the honky-tonky daisy dukes
We love the low hangin' fruit
Because the high-class fruit is not gonna fuck me
But the low-class fruit is sweet chunky monkey
When you smoke that fruit, you smell like a skunky
Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!
We're hungry for some fruit
We wander through the garden
It would be a hoot
To eat some low hangin' fruit
We're on a freaky pursuit
Don't want no high class model in designer fuckin' bathing suit
We want the low hangin' fruit
Me and Kage are horny
We're lookin' for a snack
Lookin' for a plump one
With a tasty crack
We want some low hangin' fruit
She wear the beekeeper suit
She got the shit-kickin' boot
We need the low hangin' fruit
She got the flip-flops on with hot red potatoes
And the butt-floss 'long with fried green tomatoes
And she love that song we sing for the ladies
Come on! Oh my god!
Rip-snort and a flip-florp fiddly-fjorp...
[scat]
Low hangin' fruit
She wears a pink parachute
She got the fly tattoo and the honky-tonky daisy dukes
We love the low hangin' fruit
Because the high-class fruit is not gonna fuck me
But the low-class fruit is sweet chunky monkey
When you smoke that fruit, you smell like a skunky
Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!
Porcupine Tree - Waiting (Phase One + Phase Two)
Waiting, to be born again
Wanting, the saddest kind of pain
Waiting for the day when I will crawl away
Nothing is what I feel
Waiting, for the drugs to make it real
Waiting, for the day when I will crawl away
Waiting, to be disciplined
Aching, for your nails across my skin
Waiting, for the day when I will crawl away
Wanting, the saddest kind of pain
Waiting for the day when I will crawl away
Nothing is what I feel
Waiting, for the drugs to make it real
Waiting, for the day when I will crawl away
Waiting, to be disciplined
Aching, for your nails across my skin
Waiting, for the day when I will crawl away
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The Controversy - Real
She lit the
candles as she handed me the ice
I was lost
in her deep blue eyes
She grabbed
my hand, she swung around, she pushed me to the edge.
Was loosing
consciousness while hearing her say.
This isn’t
real,
Forget your
fears,
Let go,
just follow the voice,
I’ll fill
your void.
Her light
blinded me as she dragged me through the room
The smoke
hid her smooth perfume
All
happened fast, we danced so close, was falling into the blue
My head was
spinning when I heard her say
This isn’t
real,
Forget your
fears,
Let go,
just follow the voice,
I’ll fill
your void.
Then
everything, turned green
My sight
was blurred, I lost control
The room
got smaller, her touch got colder,
Her light
dimmed, I couldn’t dream.
I don’t
remember what happened then
Everything
faded through my fingers when
All what
was left was her voice in my head
saying
over, and over again.
This isn’t
real,
Forget your
fears,
I’ll fill
your void.
This isn’t
real,
Forget your fears.