Lyrics

[Chester-Max]

AGUANTE MUDVAINE Y AFI CARAJO! XD  

[Jon Gabo]

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

AGUANTEN LPM! 3nodding Mudvayne LA ROMPE!

Ahora, uno de los más grosos temas, que está incluído como ending de 'El Juego del Miedo 2'. Me encanta en el principio la entrada de guitarra sola.

Forget To Remember - Mudvayne

What have I done?
Where have I come from?
When I burnt the backs with the sun through a glass did I seal the loss that's become me?

Feeling undone...
What have I become?
When I turned my back on you I turned my back on myself and became this machine...

Thoughtlessness...
(I feel) Selfishness...
(I feel) Hopelessness...
(I feel) Arrogant...

I feel it on the inside,
twisting and contorting.
Memory has shaped me once again.

Still feel you on the inside,
biting through and stinging.
Will I ever forget to remember?

Shadows in the sun,
filter through us.
Still wrestle the demons that arrested me as a child
confession rejected.
We grow up,
to give up.
People step on the cracks for wounds owed paid back
through the words of surrender.

Emptiness...
(I feel) Loneliness...
(I feel) Listlessness...
(I feel) Worthless...

I feel it on the inside,
twisting and contorting.
Memory has shaped me once again.
Still feel you on the inside,
biting through and stinging.
Will I ever forget to remember?

Can you save me?
From myself... (MYSELF)
From these memories...
Can you save me?
From myself... (MYSELF)
From these memories...

Surrender,
to the shadows,
haunting inside,
bleed through you.
Surrender to the secretes...
Inside, lies within you.

I feel it on the inside,
twisting and contorting.
Memory has shaped me once again.
Still feel you on the inside,
biting through and stinging.
Will I ever forget to remember?

Can't feel you on the inside,
set down the bag and left it.
Lost memory has left me,
one again.
Open up the inside,
admission for the cleansing,
now that I've forgotten to remember...

Surrender,
to the shadows,
haunting inside,
bleed through you.

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

 

[Volda]

Fidelity- Regina Spektor

(Shake it up)

I never loved nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly
I got lost in the sounds
I hear in my mind
All these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind all this music

And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart

And suppose I never met you
Suppose we never fell in love
Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft
Suppose I never ever saw you
Suppose we never ever called
Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall
Just to break my fall
Just to break my fall
Break my fall
Break my fall

All my friends say that of course its gonna get better
Gonna get better
Better better better better
Better better better

I never love nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting by heart truly
I got lost
In the sounds
I hear in my mind
All these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind
All this music
And it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart
Breaks my
Heart
Breaks my heart  

[Jon Gabo]

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

Miss Murder - A.F.I.

Hey Miss Murder can I,
Hey Miss Murder can I,
Make beauty stay if I
Take my life?
Whoa oh oh

With just a look they shook,
And heavens bowed before him,
Simply a look can break your heart.

The stars that pierce the sky,
He left them all behind,
We’re left to wonder why.

He left us all behind.

Hey Miss Murder can I,
Hey Miss Murder can I,
Make beauty stay if I
Take my life?
Whoa oh oh
(Ohh)

Dreams of his crash won’t pass,
Oh how they all adored him,
Beauty will last when spiraled down.

The stars that mystify,
He left them all behind.
And how his children cried,
He left us all behind.

Hey Miss Murder can I,
Hey Miss Murder can I,
Make beauty stay if I
Take my life?
Whoa oh oh

What's the look, the twist,
Within this verbose mystery?
I would gladly bet my life upon it.
At the cost of love, your ray of light,
Will fizzle out without hope.

When the empty set just flowing through wraped in skin
Ever searching for what we were promised.
Reaching for the golden ring we'd never let go,
Who would ever let us put our filthy hands upon it?


Hey Miss Murder can I,
Hey Miss Murder can I,
Make beauty stay if I
Take my life?
Whoa oh oh

Hey Miss Murder can I,
Hey Miss Murder can I,
Make beauty stay if I
Take my life?
Whoa oh oh

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

 

[Volda]

White Flag- Dido (Cursi, pero una de las pocas canciones que me conmueve en serio xD)

I know you think that I shouldn't still love you,
Or tell you that.
But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it
where's the sense in that?

I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

I know I left too much mess and
destruction to come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of "it's over"
then I'm sure that that makes sense

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

And when we meet
Which I'm sure we will
All that was there
Will be there still
I'll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I've moved on...

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be  

[Mentita]

Con diez cañones por banda,
viento en popa, a toda vela,
no corta el mar, sino vuela
un velero bergantín.
Bajel pirata que llaman,
por su bravura, El Temido,
en todo mar conocido
del uno al otro confín.

La luna en el mar riela
en la lona gime el viento,
y alza en blando movimiento
olas de plata y azul;
y va el capitán pirata,
cantando alegre en la popa,
Asia a un lado, al otro Europa,
y allá a su frente Estambul

Navega, velero mío
sin temor,
que ni enemigo navío
ni tormenta, ni bonanza
tu rumbo a torcer alcanza,
ni a sujetar tu valor.

Veinte presas
hemos hecho
a despecho
del inglés
y han rendido
sus pendones
cien naciones
a mis pies.

Que es mi barco mi tesoro,
que es mi dios la libertad,
mi ley, la fuerza y el viento,
mi única patria, la mar.

Allá; muevan feroz guerra
ciegos reyes
por un palmo más de tierra;
que yo aquí; tengo por mío
cuanto abarca el mar bravío,
a quien nadie impuso leyes.

Y no hay playa,
sea cualquiera,
ni bandera
de esplendor,
que no sienta
mi derecho
y dé pechos mi valor.

A la voz de "¡barco viene!"
es de ver
cómo vira y se previene
a todo trapo a escapar;
que yo soy el rey del mar,
y mi furia es de temer.

En las presas
yo divido
lo cogido
por igual;
sólo quiero
por riqueza
la belleza
sin rival.

¡Sentenciado estoy a muerte!
Yo me río
no me abandone la suerte,
y al mismo que me condena,
colgaré de alguna antena,
quizá; en su propio navío
Y si caigo,
¿qué es la vida?
Por perdida
ya la di,
cuando el yugo
del esclavo,
como un bravo,
sacudí.

Son mi música mejor
aquilones,
el estrépito y temblor
de los cables sacudidos,
del negro mar los bramidos
y el rugir de mis cañones.

Y del trueno
al son violento,
y del viento
al rebramar,
yo me duermo
sosegado,
arrullado
por el mar.

Que es mi barco mi tesoro,
que es mi dios la libertad,
mi ley, la fuerza y el viento,
mi única patria, la mar.  

[Jon Gabo]

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

Desde hace 4 años buscaba éste tema... És uno de las más lindas canciones que tiene Boom Boom Kid.

Si Éstas Paredes Hablaran, María Ojos Negros No Más - Boom Boom Kid

Sweet, sweet trouble.
And I'll hope you'll understand.
Sweet, sweet travel,
'cause I'll never back to home again.
Sweet, sweet trouble.
And I'll hope you'll understand.
Sweet, sweet travel,
Cause I'll never back to home again.

When you're coming drunk at home,
love is not the word.
To explain whats going on there,
through this walls...

Sweet, sweet trouble.
And I'll hope you'll understand.
Sweet, sweet travel,
'cause I'll never back to home again.
Sweet, sweet trouble.
And I'll hope you'll understand.
Sweet, sweet travel,
Cause I'll never back to home again.

I can stay at home no more,
waiting for a better time.
Black eye María no more,
and bye bye pain...

Sweet sweet travel,
there is no love for me...
Sweet sweet trouble,
I still ove you, sad but true...

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

 

[especulador]

Mentita

Con diez cañones por banda,
viento en popa, a toda vela,
no corta el mar, sino vuela
un velero bergantín.
Bajel pirata que llaman,
por su bravura, El Temido,
en todo mar conocido
del uno al otro confín.

La luna en el mar riela
en la lona gime el viento,
y alza en blando movimiento
olas de plata y azul;
y va el capitán pirata,
cantando alegre en la popa,
Asia a un lado, al otro Europa,
y allá a su frente Estambul

Navega, velero mío
sin temor,
que ni enemigo navío
ni tormenta, ni bonanza
tu rumbo a torcer alcanza,
ni a sujetar tu valor.

Veinte presas
hemos hecho
a despecho
del inglés
y han rendido
sus pendones
cien naciones
a mis pies.

Que es mi barco mi tesoro,
que es mi dios la libertad,
mi ley, la fuerza y el viento,
mi única patria, la mar.

Allá; muevan feroz guerra
ciegos reyes
por un palmo más de tierra;
que yo aquí; tengo por mío
cuanto abarca el mar bravío,
a quien nadie impuso leyes.

Y no hay playa,
sea cualquiera,
ni bandera
de esplendor,
que no sienta
mi derecho
y dé pechos mi valor.

A la voz de "¡barco viene!"
es de ver
cómo vira y se previene
a todo trapo a escapar;
que yo soy el rey del mar,
y mi furia es de temer.

En las presas
yo divido
lo cogido
por igual;
sólo quiero
por riqueza
la belleza
sin rival.

¡Sentenciado estoy a muerte!
Yo me río
no me abandone la suerte,
y al mismo que me condena,
colgaré de alguna antena,
quizá; en su propio navío
Y si caigo,
¿qué es la vida?
Por perdida
ya la di,
cuando el yugo
del esclavo,
como un bravo,
sacudí.

Son mi música mejor
aquilones,
el estrépito y temblor
de los cables sacudidos,
del negro mar los bramidos
y el rugir de mis cañones.

Y del trueno
al son violento,
y del viento
al rebramar,
yo me duermo
sosegado,
arrullado
por el mar.

Que es mi barco mi tesoro,
que es mi dios la libertad,
mi ley, la fuerza y el viento,
mi única patria, la mar.

pero pone como se llama! scream

la poesia aunque sea..  

[Volda]

Disco in Moskau- Die Toten Hosen

Gefahr droht dem Osten, meldet unser Spion.
Eine Waffe aus dem Westen lenkt die Revolution.
Keine Grenze hält sie auf,
kein Gesetz stoppt ihren Lauf.

Das Ende ist nah,
für Lenin und Marx,
das Ende ist nah.

Disco in Moskau.
Disco in Moskau.
Das Ende ist nah.
Disco in Moskau.

Keine Moral in der roten Armee,
jeder Jahresplan schlägt völlig fehl.
Kein Tschaikowski hält sie auf,
kein Tolstoi stoppt ihren Lauf.

Das Ende ist nah,
für Lenin und Marx,
Das Ende ist nah.

Disco in Moskau.
Disco in Moskau.
Das Ende ist nah.
Disco in Moskau.

Sibirien, der Verbannungsort.
Zu Tausenden schafft man sie fort.
Keine Stalinorgel hält sie auf,
Kein Molotov stoppt ihren Lauf.

Das Ende ist nah,
für Lenin und Marx,
Das Ende ist nah.

Disco in Moskau  

[Lu-lla-by5]

Placebo/ Pure Morning

A friend in needs a friend indeed,
A friend with weed is better,
A friend with breasts and all the rest,
A friend who's dressed in leather,

A friend in needs a friend indeed,
A friend who'll tease is better ,
Our thoughts compressed,
Which makes us blessed,
And makes for stormy weather,

A friend in needs a friend indeed,
My Japanese is better,
And when she's pressed she will undress,
And then she's boxing clever,

A friend in needs a friend indeed,
A friend who bleeds is better,
My friend confessed she passed the test,
And we will never sever,

Day's dawning, skins crawling
Pure morning

A friend in needs a friend indeed,
A friend who'll tease is better,
Our thoughts compressed,
Which makes us blessed,
And makes for stormy weather,

A friend in needs a friend indeed,
A friend who bleeds is better,
My friend confessed she passed the test,
And we will never sever,

Day's dawning, skins crawling
Pure morning

A friend in needs a friend indeed,
My Japanese is better,
And when she's pressed she will undress,
And then she's boxing clever,

A friend in needs a friend indeed,
A friend with weed is better,
A friend with breasts and all the rest,
A friend who's dressed in leather  

[Jon Gabo]

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

I Need Some Fine Wine, And You, You Need To Be Nicer - The Cardigans

Sit, good dog, stay, bad dog, down, roll over
Well here's a good man and a pretty young girl
Trying to play together somehow,
I'm wasting my life, you're changing the world,
I get drunk and watch your head grow

It's the good times that we share
and the bad times that we'll have
It's the good times
and the bad times that we had

Well it's been a long slow collision,
I'm a pitbull, you're a dog,
Baby you're foul in clear conditions
But you're handsome in the fog

So I need some fine wine, and you, you need to be nicer
For the good times and the bad times
That we'll have

Sometimes we talk over dinner like old friends
Till I go and kill the bottle,
I go off over any old thing,
Break your heart
and raise a glass or ten

To the good times that we shared and the bad times that we'll have
To the good times
and the bad time that we've had

Well it's been a long slow collision,
I'm a pitbull, you're a dog,
Baby you're foul in clear conditions
But you're handsome in the fog

So I need some fine wine and you, you need to be nicer
For the good times
and the bad times we know will come
Yeah
I need some fine wine
and you, you need to be nicer
you need to be nicer
you need

For the good times
and the bad time that we had
Sit

Good times, bad times
Sweet wine, bad wine
Good cop, bad cop,
Lapdog, bad dog
Sit.

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

 

[Volda]

Magic Works- Jason Buckle [HP4 OST]

And dance your final dance
This is your final chance
To hold the one you love
You know you've waited long enough

So...

Believe that magic works
Don't be afraid
Of bein' hurt
Don't let this magic die
The answer's there
Oh, just look in her eyes

And make
Your final move
Mmm, don't be scared
She wants you to
It's hard
You must be brave
Don't let this moment slip the way

Believe that magic works
Don't be afraid
Afraid of bein' hurt
No, don't let this magic die
Ooh, the answer's there
Yeah, just look in her eyes

And don't believe that magic can die
No, no, no, this magic can't die
So dance, your final dance.
'Cause this is, your final chance.  

[Jon Gabo]

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

Plan B (Anhelo de Satisfacción) - Massacre

Y ya me siento desterrado,
nadie cree en mi opinión...

Y si solo es el aliento de mi alma,
que alimenta mi calor...

Ah-ah...

Lo que falta es mas tiempo,
tanto tiempo y todo para vos.

Y si me encuentro hablando solo,
No me importa, es mi obsesión...

Y si volando redescubro mis heridas,
ya no importa mi dolor.

Ah-ah...

Tanto tiempo y todo para vos.


Y cuando falta, me haces falta...
La conciencia, la ilusión...

A la conquista de mi alma, mi alma, mi alma...
Y al conflicto negación...

No reces por mí, no hables, no hables por mí...
No reces por mí...

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

 

[Volda]

It's My Party- Brenda Lee rofl

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
You would cry too if it happened to you

Nobody knows where my Johnny has gone
But Judy left the same time
Why was he holding her hand
When he's supposed to be mine

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
You would cry too if it happened to you

Then all my records keep dancing all night
But leave me alone for a while
'Til Johnny's dancing with me
I've got no reason to smile

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
You would cry too if it happened to you

Judy and Johnny just walked thru the door
Like a queen with her king
Oh what a birthday surprise
Judy's wearing his ring

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
You would cry too if it happened to you

Oh-oh-oh It's my party and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to...  

[Jon Gabo]

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

Be Quiet And Drive - Deftones

This town
don't feel mine...
I'm fast to
get away
far...

I dressed you
in her clothes...
So drive me
far...

Away...
Away...
Away...

It feels good to know you're all mine...
Now drive me far...

Away...
Away...
Away...

Far away,
I don't care where, just far
away...
I don't care where, just far
away...
I don't care where, just far
away...
I don't care!


Far away,
I don't care where, just far
away...
I don't care where, just far
away...
I don't care where, just far
away...
I don't care!

Far away,
I don't care where, just far
away...
I don't care where, just far
away...
I don't care where, just far
away...
I don't care!

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