Lyrics

[PeLmAzA]

bueno bueno, elegi el tema que quiero subir, es uno con el que me identifique muuucho en una epoca y me puede MUCHO, la version que encontre en youtube (esta) no es la que me gusta, es una filmacion horrible con un sonido terrible, y Ella (es la negra, gorda y fea) canta hermoso (si no gustan del jazz/blues ni se gasten)
(y Gabo tu tema esta lleno de niñas con poca ropa! =P )

Get Out Of Town
-Ella Fitzgerald

Get out of town
Before it's too late my love
Get out of town
Be good to me please

Why wish me harm
Why not retire to a farm
And be contented to charm
The birds off the trees

Just disappear
I care for you much too much
And when you're near, close to me dear
We touch too much

The thrill when we meet is so bittersweet
That darling, it's getting me down
So on your mark get set
Get out of town

(la frase destacada lo describio todo tal cual, heart amo este tema)  

[Jon Gabo]

I'll never be a Saint... I can't hide and deny the Sinner inside.

Sober - Tool

There's a shadow just behind me,
shrouding every step I take,
making every promise empty,
pointing every finger at me.
Waiting like a stalking butler
who upon the finger rests.
Murder now the path is must we
just because the son has come.

Jesus, won't you ******** whistle
something but the past and done?
Jesus, won't you ******** whistle
something but the past and done?

Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start this over.
Why can't we dream forever?
I just want to start things over.

I am just a worthless liar.
I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you.
I will chew it up and leave,
I will work to elevate you
just enough to bring you down.

Mother Mary won't you whisper
something but the past and done.
Mother Mary won't you whisper
something but the past and done.

Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start this over.
Why can't we sleep forever?
I just want to start things over.

I am just a worthless liar.
I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you.
I will chew it up and leave.

Trust me. Trust me. Trust me. Trust me. Trust Me.

Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start things over.
Why can't we sleep forever?
I just want to start this over.

I want what I want.
I want what I want.
I want what I want.
I want what I want.

How sweet life could be, if I could be free from the Sinner in Me.

 

[Volda]

Alone- Avril Lavigne

Uh uh oh oh oh
Uh uh oh oh oh
Hey man.
Tell me what were you thinking
What the hell were you saying?
Oh come on now,
Stop! and think about it.
Hey now,
maybe you should just listen,
maybe you should stop talking for a second.
Shut up, listen to me.

You're so obvious,
you're so oblivious,
and now you wonder why,
you're the one alone.
So don't apologize,
you don't even realize,
you screwed it up this time
now you're the one alone

Uh uh oh oh oh
Uh uh oh oh oh

Hey bro,
I'm just tryin' to let you know,
you really think that you're special,
oh come on now,
I've seen so much better,
hey there,
did you actually think that I cared?

Don't know if you want to go there,
oh come on now,
keep on, keep on dreaming.

You're so obvious,
you're so oblivious,
and now you wonder why,
you're the one alone.
So don't apologize,
you don't even realize,
you screwed it up this time
now you're the one alone

If you,
want to,
be my,
uh uh oh,
you know,
you can't,
play games,
and you know what I mean,
sorry,
but you don't,
get my,
my-y-y-y,
I'm gone,
you're still,
dreaming,
about me,
over and over and over and over and over again.

You're so obvious,
you're so oblivious,
and now you wonder why,
you're the one alone.
So don't apologize,
you don't even realize,
you screwed it up this time
now you're the one alone

You're so obvious,
you're so oblivious,
and now you wonder why,
you're the one alone.
So don't apologize,
you don't even realize,
you screwed it up this time
now you're the one alone

Uh uh Oh oh oh
Uh uh Oh oh oh
Uh uh Oh oh oh
Uh uh Oh oh oh
Alone.  

[Serafika]

Papacho Quispe

Papacho al cerro va,
ya va por la mitad,
con sus abarcas más,
con su cayo abierto.

Allí puede él hablar,
las piedras contestar,
la Pacha Mama dar,
los datos ciertos.

De los que engañan,
de los profetas,
de los que ocultan,
la historia nuestra.

Papacho Quispe permiso pide
Levanta un cuarzo, chayando vive!
Es… su raíz. Es… mi raíz. Es… tu raíz.
Nuestra raíz.  

[Mentita]

Sabina Joaquin
» Peor Para El Sol

¿Qué adelantas sabiendo mi nombre?,
cada noche tengo uno distinto,
y siguiendo la voz del instinto
me lanzo a buscar...
Imagino, preciosa, que un hombre.
Algo más, un amante discreto
que se atreva a perderme el respeto
¿no quieres probar?

Vivo justo detrás de la esquina
no me acuerdo si tengo marido
si me quitas con arte el vestido
te invito a champan.
Le solté al barman mil de propina
apuré la cerveza de un sorbo
acertó el que el templo del morbo
le puso a este bar.

Peor para el sol que se mete a las siete
en la cuna del mar a roncar,
mientras un servidor
le levanta la falda a la luna.

Al llegar al portal nos buscamos
como dos estudiantes en celo,
un piso antes del séptimo cielo
se abrió el ascensor.
Nos sirvió para el último gramo
el cristal de su foto de boda
no faltó ni el desfile de moda
de ropa interior.

En mi casa no hay nada prohibido
pero no vayas a enamorarte
con el alba tendrás que marcharte
para no volver.
Olvidando que me has conocido,
que una vez estuviste en mi cama,
hay caprichos de amor que una dama
no debe tener.

(Estribillo)

Es mejor, le pedí, que te calles,
no me gusta invertir en quimeras,
me han traído hasta aquí tus caderas
no tu corazón.
Y después, para qué más detalles,
ya sabéis, copas, risas, excesos
como van a caber tantos besos
en una canción.

Volví al bar a la noche siguiente
a brindar con su silla vacía,
me pedí una cerveza bien fría
y entonces no se...
...si soñé o era suya la ardiente
voz que me iba diciendo al oído,
me moría de ganas, querido,
de verte otra vez.

(Estribillo)  

[Jon Gabo]

I'll never be a Saint... I can't hide and deny the Sinner inside.

One Headlight - The Wallflowers

So long ago, I don't remember when...
That's when they say I lost my only friend.
Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease,
as I listened through the cemetery trees...

I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn.
The long broken arm of human law.
Now it always seemed such a waste,
she always had a pretty face,
so I wondered how she hung around this place...

Hey, come on try a little...
Nothing is forever...
There's got to be something better than
in the middle...
But me & Cinderella,
we put it all together,
we can drive it home...
With one headlight...

She said it's cold.
It feels like Independence Day.
And I can't break away from this parade.
But there's got to be an opening,
somewhere here in front of me,
through this maze of ugliness and greed.
And I seen the sun up ahead,
at the county line bridge,
sayin' all there's good and nothingness is dead.
We'll run until she's out of breath,
she ran until there's nothin' left,
she hit the end-it's just her window ledge...

Hey, come on try a little...
Nothing is forever...
There's got to be something better than
in the middle...
But me & Cinderella,
we put it all together,
we can drive it home...
With one headlight...

Well this place is old.
It feels just like a beat up truck.
I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn.
Well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes,
this place is always such a mess.
sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn.
I'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody else.
Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same.
But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams,
I think her death it must be killin' me...

Hey, come on try a little...
Nothing is forever...
There's got to be something better than
in the middle...
But me & Cinderella,
we put it all together,
we can drive it home...
With one headlight...

How sweet life could be, if I could be free from the Sinner in Me.

 

[Kiaori Moon Warrior]

Space Odity (David Bowie)

Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on

Ground Control to Major Tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may God's love be with you

Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five,
Four, Three, Two, One, Liftoff

This is Ground Control to Major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare

This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today

For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do

Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell me wife I love her very much... she knows

Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you....

Here am I floating round my tin can
Far above the Moon
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do.
 

[Jon Gabo]

I'll never be a Saint... I can't hide and deny the Sinner inside.

Indian Summer - Manic Street Preachers

If God persists, persists in saying yes...
I guess we'll have, we'll have to test ourselves...
Maybe the Summer, will come and clear our minds...
And find the impulse, to love the sunshine...

I guess we'll have to test, until there's nothing left.
We said the truth was fixed, it's lost without a trace.

This crime is eternity.
When time lost its certainty.
The Indian Summer.

Maybe this time...
We'll kiss and we'll not shake hands...
Indian Summer, still hurt and broken...
And leave all this material belief...
Remember the reasons...
The reasons that made us be...

I guess we'll have to test, what's darker than ourselves.
We said the truth was fixed, it's lost without a trace.

This crime is eternity.
When time lost its certainty.
The Indian Summer.

I guess we'll have to test, until there's nothing left.
We said the truth was fixed, it's lost without a trace.

This crime is eternity...
When time lost its certainty...
The Indian Summer...

The Indian Summer...

The Indian Summer...

The Indian Summer...

How sweet life could be, if I could be free from the Sinner in Me.

 

[Jon Gabo]

PeLmAzA

(y Gabo tu tema esta lleno de niñas con poca ropa! =P)

I'll never be a Saint... I can't hide and deny the Sinner inside.

Bueno... Ésa és una de las razones que no entiendo por qué le gustaba The Outsider a mi ex novia... rolleyes

How sweet life could be, if I could be free from the Sinner in Me.

 

[Mentita]

La Del Pirata Cojo Lyrics
» Sabina Joaquin

No soy un fulano con la lágrima fácil de esos que se quejan sólo por vicio,
si la vida se deja yo la meto mano, si no, aun me excita mi oficio.
Y como además sale gratis soñar y no creo en la reencarnación,
con un poco de imaginación partiré de viaje enseguida
a vivir otras vidas, a probarme otros nombres,
a colarme en el traje y la piel de todos los tipos que nunca seré.

Al Caponne en Chicago, legionario en Melilla, pintor en Montparnase,
mercader en Damasco, costalero en Sevilla, negro en Nueva Orleans.
Viejo verde en Sodoma, deportado en Siberia, sultán en un harén,
policía ni en broma, triunfador de la feria, gitanito en Jerez.
Tahur en Montecarlo, cigarrillo en tu boca, taxista en Nueva York,
el más chulo del barrio y tiro porque me toca, suspenso en religión.
Confesor de la reina, banderillero en Cádiz, tabernero en Dublín,
comunista en las Vegas, ahogado en el Titanic, flautista en Hammelin.

Pero si me dan a elegir entre todas las vidas yo escojo
la del pirata cojo con pata de palo, con parche en el ojo, con cara de malo,
el viejo truhán, capitán de un barco que tuviera por bandera
un par de tibias y una calavera.

la del pirata cojo con pata de palo, con parche en el ojo, con cara de malo,

Billarista a tres bandas, insumiso en el cielo, dueño de un cabaret,
arañazo en tu espalda, tenor en Rigoletto, pianista de un burdel.
Bongosero en La Habana, cazador en Venecia, anciano en Shangri-La
polizón en tu cama, vocalista de orquesta, mejor tiempo en Lemans.
Cronista de sucesos, detective en apuros, conservado en alcohol,
violador en tu sueños, suicida en el viaducto,guapo en un culebrón.
Morfinómano en China, desertor en la guerra, boxeador en Detroit,
cazador en la India, marinero en Marsella, fotógrafo en Play-Boy.

(Estribillo)  

[Jon Gabo]

I'll never be a Saint... I can't hide and deny the Sinner inside.

Prison Sex - Tool

It took so long to remember just what happened.
I was so young and vestal then,
you know it hurt me,
but I'm breathing so I guess I'm still alive
even if signs seem to tell me otherwise.
I've got my hands bound,
my head down, my eyes closed,
and my throat wide open.

Do unto others, what has been done to me,
Do unto others, what has been done to you?

I'm treading water,
I need to sleep a while.
My lamb and martyr, you look so precious.
Won't you come on up closer,
close enough so I can smell you.
I need you to feel this,
I can't stand to burn too long.
Release in sodomy.
Oh, for one sweet moment I am whole.

Do unto you now, what has been done to me,
Do unto you now, what has been done?

You're breathing so I guess you're still alive
even if signs seem to tell me otherwise.
Won't you come on a bit closer,
close enough so I can smell you.
I need you to feel this.
I need this to make me whole.
Release in sodomy.

For I am your witness and
blood and flesh can be trusted.

For I am your witness and
blood and flesh can be trusted.

And only this one holy medium brings me peace of mind.

Got your hands bound, your head down,
your eyes closed.
You look so precious now.

(Show me something
Thought I could make it end
Thought I could wash the stains away
Thought I could break the circle if I
Slipped right into your skin
So sweet was your surrender
We have become one
I have become my terror
And you my precious lamb and martyr.)

I have found some kind of temporary sanity in this
s**t, blood, and c*m on my hands.

I've... Come... Round... Full circle.
My lamb and martyr, this will be over, soon.

You look so precious.

You look so precious.

You look so precious.

You look so precious.

You look so precious, now,
You look so precious...

How sweet life could be, if I could be free from the Sinner in Me.

 

[Volda]

Seemed Like Such a Goog Idea at the Time- The Darkness

We may not get back what we had, what I threw away
But you know I would do anything, anything you say
I'd cross a thousand miles of broken glass on my hands and knees
I would crawl if for a moment we could cease hostilities

But it seemed like such a good idea at the time,
such a very very good idea at the time.

I don't know where I am, I don't know where I went wrong
I son't know where to start again
I don't know where I am, I don't know where I went wrong
I don't know where to start again

Now the dream is over and lately I have found
That you only seem to come alive when I am not around

But it seemed like such a good idea at the time,
such a very very good idea at the time.

I don't know where I am, I don't know where I went wrong
I don't know where to start again
I don't know where I am, I don't know where I went wrong
I don't know where to start again

But it seemed like such a good idea at the time,
such a very very good idea at the time.

I don't know where I am, I don't know where I went wrong
I don't know where to start again
I don't know where I am, I don't know where I went wrong
I don't know where to start... again
 

[Jon Gabo]

I'll never be a Saint... I can't hide and deny the Sinner inside.

Last Train Home - Lostprophets

One! Two! Three!

To every broken heart in here
Love was once a part, but now it's disappeared
She told me that it's all a part of the choices that your making
Even when you think you're right
You have to give to take

But there's still tomorrow
Forget the sorrow
And I can be on the last train home
Watch it pass the day
As it fades away
No more time to care
No more time, today

But we sing
If we're going nowhere
Yeah we sing
If it's not enough
And we sing
Sing without a reason
To ever fall in love

I wonder if you're listening
Picking up on the signals
Sent back from within
Sometimes it feels like I don't really know whats going on
Time and time again it seems like everything is wrong in here

But there's still tomorrow
Forget the sorrow
And I can be on the last train home
Watch it pass the day
As it fades away
No more time to care
No more time, today

But we sing
If we're going nowhere
Yeah we sing
If it's not enough
And we sing
Sing without a reason
To ever fall in love

Well we sing if we're going nowhere
Yeah we sing if it's not enough
And we sing
Sing without a reason to ever fall in love

But we sing
If we're going no where
Yeah we sing
If it's not enough
And we sing
Sing with out a reason to never fall in love
To never fall in love again

How sweet life could be, if I could be free from the Sinner in Me.

 

[CindoRela]

Unholy Templar Gehenna

I'll never be a Saint... I can't hide and deny the Sinner inside.

Ésa és la canción que más me gusta de los STP.

Plush - Stone Temple Pilots

And I feel that time's a wasted go...
So where ya going to tomorrow?
And I see that these are lies to come...
Would you even care?

And I feel it...
And I feel it...

Where ya going for tomorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel,
when the dogs begin to smell her...
Will she smell alone?

And I feel, so much depends on the weather...
So is it raining in your bedroom?
And I see, that these are the eyes of disarray...
Would you even care?

And I feel it...
And she feels it...

Where ya going to tomorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel,
when the dogs begin to smell her...
Will she smell alone?

When the dogs do find her?
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow...
To find it, to find it, to find it...
When the dogs do find her?
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow...
To find it, to find it, to find it...

Where ya going for tomorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel,
when the dogs begin to smell her...
Will she smell alone?

When the dogs do find her?
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow...
To find it, to find it, to find it...
When the dogs do find her?
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow...
To find it, to find it, to find it...

To find it...

To find it...

To find it...

How sweet life could be, if I could be free from the Sinner in Me.

Es buenisima, me encanta la version acustica  

[Jon Gabo]

CindoRela

Unholy Templar Gehenna

I'll never be a Saint... I can't hide and deny the Sinner inside.

Ésa és la canción que más me gusta de los STP.

Plush - Stone Temple Pilots

And I feel that time's a wasted go...
So where ya going to tomorrow?
And I see that these are lies to come...
Would you even care?

And I feel it...
And I feel it...

Where ya going for tomorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel,
when the dogs begin to smell her...
Will she smell alone?

And I feel, so much depends on the weather...
So is it raining in your bedroom?
And I see, that these are the eyes of disarray...
Would you even care?

And I feel it...
And she feels it...

Where ya going to tomorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel,
when the dogs begin to smell her...
Will she smell alone?

When the dogs do find her?
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow...
To find it, to find it, to find it...
When the dogs do find her?
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow...
To find it, to find it, to find it...

Where ya going for tomorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel,
when the dogs begin to smell her...
Will she smell alone?

When the dogs do find her?
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow...
To find it, to find it, to find it...
When the dogs do find her?
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow...
To find it, to find it, to find it...

To find it...

To find it...

To find it...

How sweet life could be, if I could be free from the Sinner in Me.

Es buenisima, me encanta la version acustica

I'll never be a Saint... I can't hide and deny the Sinner inside.

Seeeh! Me gustó la versión acústica...

Pensar que escuché el tema ése por primera vez jugando al GTA: San Andreas... xD

How sweet life could be, if I could be free from the Sinner in Me.