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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 4:52 pm
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I'll never be a Saint... I can't hide and deny the Sinner inside.
Una canción espectacularmente linda del álbum 'By The Way'. 3nodding
Dosed - Red Hot Chili Peppers
I got dosed by you and, closer than most to you and, what am I supposed to do? Take it away I never had it anyway, take it away, and everything will be okay...
In you a star is born and, you cut a perfect form and, someone forever warm. Lay on, lay on, lay on, lay on, lay on, lay on, lay on, lay on...
Way upon the mountain where she died, all I ever wanted was your life. Deep inside the canyon I can't hide, all I ever wanted was your life...
Show love with no remorse and, climb on to your seahorse and, this ride is right on course. This is the way, I wanted it to be with you, this is the way, I knew that it would be with you. Lay on, lay on, lay on, lay on, lay on, lay on, lay on, lay on...
Way upon the mountain where she died, all I ever wanted was your life. Deep inside the canyon I can't hide, all I ever wanted was your life...
I got dosed by you and, closer than most to you and, what am I supposed to do? Take it away, I never had it anyway, take it away, and everything will be okay...
Way upon the mountain where she died, all I ever wanted was your life. Deep inside the canyon I can't hide, all I ever wanted was your life...
How sweet life could be, if I could be free from the Sinner in Me.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 5:16 pm
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ya que todos ponene tango no voy a ser menos justamente yo!
sera: la que pusiste la cantan los piojos, pero el autor original no tengo idea de quien es
este tema lo tengo en un cd de tita merelo
donde hay un mango? - ivo pelay
Viejo Gómez, vos que estás de manguero doctorao y que un mango descubrís aunque lo hayan enterrao, definime, si podés, esta contra que se ha dao, que por más que me arremango, no descubro un mango ni por equivocación, que por más que la pateo, un peso no veo en circulación.
¿Dónde hay un mango, viejo Gómez? ¡Los han limpiao con piedra pómez! ¿Dónde hay un mango que yo lo he buscado con lupa y linterna y estoy afiebrado? ¿Dónde hay un mango pa' darle la cana, si es que se la deja dar? ¿Dónde hay un mango, que si no se entrega lo podamos allanar? ¿Dónde hay un mango, que los financistas, ni los periodistas, ni perros, ni gatos, noticias, ni datos de su paradero no me saben dar?
Viejo Gómez, vos que sos el Viancarlos del gomán, concretamente, si sabés, los billetes... ¿dónde están? Nadie sabe dar razón y del seco hasta el bacán, todos en plena palmera, llevan la cartera con cartel de defunción y jugando a la escondida, colman la medida de la situación.
y pensar que queria postear el carnavalito y me encuentro con todo esto biggrin
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 3:02 am
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MUDVAYNE
"World So Cold"
When passion's lost and all the trust is gone, Way too far, for way too long Children crying, cast out and neglected, Only in a world so cold, only in a world This cold Hold the hand of your best friend, look into their eyes Then watch them drift away Some might say, we've done the wrong things, For way too long, for way too long
Fever inside the storm, So I'm turning away. Away from the name (Calling your names) Away from the stones (Throw sticks and stones) 'Cause I'm through mending the wounds of us
Keep your thorns 'Cause I'm running away, Away from the ******** head games) Away from the space (Hate this head space) The circumstances of a world so cold
burning whispers, Remind me of the days, I was left alone, in a world this cold Guilty of the same things, provoked by The cause, I've left alone, in a world so cold Fever inside the storm, So I'm turning away. Away from the name (Calling your names) Away from the stones (Throw sticks and stones) 'Cause I'm through mending the wounds of us
Keep your thorns 'Cause I'm running away, Away from the ******** head games) Away from the space (Hate this head space) The circumstances of a world so cold
I'm flying, I'm flying away, Away from the names (Calling your names) Away from the ******** head games) The circumstances of a world so cold
Why does everyone feel like my enemy, Don't want any part of depression or Darkness, I've had enough sick and tired, bring the sun, or I'm gone, Or I'm gone
I'm backing out, I'm no pawn, No ******** slave to this, Never lied Never left Never lived Never loved Never lost Never hurt Never worry about being me, or anyone else Not a care, no concern, don't give a s**t about Anything
Backing out, giving up, no ******** to this, Never lied Never left Never lived Never loved Never lost Never hurt Never worry about being me, or anyone else Not a care, no concern, don't give a s**t about Anything,
I need to find a darkened corner, A lightless corner, Where it's safer and calmer,
I'm turning away. Away from the name (Calling your names) Away from the stones (Throw sticks and stones) 'Cause I'm through mending the wounds of us
I'm running away, Away from the ******** head games) Away from the space (Hate this head space) The circumstances of a world so cold
I'm flying, I'm flying away, Away from the names (Calling your names) Away from the ******** head games) The circumstances of a world so cold
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 9:39 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 7:09 pm
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mi cancion favorita de Pink Floyd ^^
PINK FLOYD - TAKE IT BACK
He love rains down on me easy as the breeze i listen to her breathing it sounds like the waves on the sea i was thinking all about her, burning with rage and desire we were spinning into darkness; the earth was on fire
She could take it back, she might take it back some day
So i spy on her, i lie to her, i make promises i cannot keep then i hear her laughter rising, rising from the deep and i make her prove her love for me, i take all that i can take and i push her to the limit to see if she will break
She might take it back, she could take it back some day
Now i heave seen the warnings, screaming from all sides it's easy to ignore them and g-d knows i've tried all of this temptation, it turned my faith to lies until i couldn't see the danger or hear the rising tide
She can take it back, she will take it back some day She can take it back, she will take it back some day She can take it back, she will take it back some day
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I'll never be a Saint... I can't hide and deny the Sinner inside.
Un tema que no conocía de los STP... Hasta que lo escuché en Kabul. =3 Temazo.
Big Empty - Stone Temple Pilots
Drivin' faster in my car, falling farther from just what we are. Smoke a cigarette and lie some more, these conversations kill, falling faster in my car.
Time to take her home, her dizzy head is conscience laden. Time to take a ride, it leaves today no conversation. Time to take her home, her dizzy head is conscience laden. Time to wait too long, to wait too long, to wait too long...
To much walkin, shoes worn thin. Too much trippin' and my souls worn thin. Time to catch a ride, it leaves today, her name is what it means. Too much walkin, shoes worn thin.
Time to take her home, her dizzy head is conscience laden. Time to take a ride, it leaves today no conversation. Time to take her home, her dizzy head is conscience laden. Time to wait too long, to wait too long, to wait too long...
Time to take her home, her dizzy head is conscience laden. Time to take a ride, it leaves today no conversation. Time to take her home, her dizzy head is conscience laden. Time to wait too long, to wait too long, to wait too long...
How sweet life could be, if I could be free from the Sinner in Me.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 8:13 pm
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Sucede/Extremoduro
* "Sucede que me canso de ser hombre" * sucede que me canso de mi piel y de mi cara y sucede que se me ha alegrado el día ¡coño! al ver al sol secándose en tu ventana tus bragas
Empiezo a solas, sigo por ti y no comprendo nada, desato tormentas sin rechistar, sácame algún día del corral, necesito salir.
¡Eh, lejos de mí! deja que corra el aire, no te quemes, va a salir el sol. ¡Sol déjame en paz! La luna me ilumina, en esta ruina entra la claridad. ¿Quíen quiere saber? si estoy quemado o escondo un corazón helado y quema mi ser. no he vuelto a ser el mismo desde que se fue Gillespie, Zappa, Mercury, Camarón y me siento mejor si sé que tengo una estrellita pequeñita pero firme.
Yo me quedé con su olor, ella me arrancó la piel me dijo justo al final: no quiero volverte a ver.
¡Eh, lejos de mí! deja que corra el aire, no te quemes, va a salir el sol. ¡Sol déjame en paz! La luna me ilumina, en esta ruina entra la claridad. ¿Quíen quiere saber? si estoy quemado o escondo un corazón helado y quema mi ser. no he vuelto a ser el mismo desde que se fue Gillespie, Zappa, Mercury, Camarón y me siento mejor si sé que tengo una estrellita pequeñita pero firme.
* Frase extraida del poema "Walking around" de Pablo Neruda
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Voglio entrare per la finestra - de la opera Leonora o el amor con juglar de de Giovanni Colpocorto, Versión del tenor Sergio Tulián, coro y orquesta de la ópera del cotolengo de Santa Eduviges, bajo la dirección del autor.
Sergio Tulián: Voglio entrare per la finestra e cantare questa aria maestra ma temo que il suo padre mi sorprenda trepando per il muro di Leonor io temo tanto ma sempre canto, perque cantar e il mio modo de expresion ma noche el muro non e sicuro, io trepo i canto i tremo tanto que no so si tremo canto, tremo temo temo canto canto tremo io non so, se tremo canto tremo temo temo canto canto tremo io non so se tremo canto io non so.
Cosa sento... Que fate, profesori.
Cosa sento.. ajuto... la scala no resiste, la scala no resiste, ajutooo....oaoaaaaaa
(Se cae al agua)
Gerardo Masana: Stando l’ascensore a disposizzione del publico, il propietario no a responsabilitá per l’accidente ocasionatte per il uso de la scala. Giovanotto da diciasette a dicianove anni si avete una vera vocazione di mando e un grande amore a la patria. Eh... bonas tardis.
Marcos Mundstock: A partir de este momento, las emisoras participantes continúan con la difusión de sus respectivos programas.
Sergio Tulián: Leonor, tuo padre maledeto ma sorprenduto e ha cortado la mia scala. Io sonno mezzo morto, Leonor, ma torneró, cantando sempre torneró, si torneró Cantando sempre torneró, sí torneró... cantando en el ascensor.
Vo cantando a te, vo cantando perque il canto e il mio modo d’expresion Leonora me maspetta, la mia ragazzetta, la bela regordetta, il cuore me la afrenta, me atrapa con sua streta e arrivo a la mia meta, Leonora sempre - escusi – eeeeeee, con teee, con te. Leonora, siamo soli, Voglio fare certa cosa, Voglio fare, pronto... Voglio fare Leonor, Voglio fareeeaaaeeaaaa
Gerardo Masana: Eey, stando l’ascensore a disposizzione del publico, il , ejem ejem
Sergio Tulián: Leonor, per il mio honor, Voglio fare con te, Leonor, Leonor, pronto Voglio fare con te..... con ti, io Voglio fare con te...
Ma como Leonora, cosa dicce... que deve consultare con il tuo padre? Ma corre a consultare con il tuo padre, ma Leonora, sei fiancia, sette anni faccendo il fianciatto, alora me dicce questo, la cosa da credutto securatta que io sonno il primero en facere colpe en il peccio de stupido, mala pecora!
(Voces de vecinos)
- ¡Schhhhh! - ¡Cosa sucede! - ¡Porcaccioni, non gridare! - ¡In questa casa no si può dormire, porca miseria! - ¡Renata, Renata, chiama i carabinieri, Renata! - ¡Già stá con questa serenatta, camina, camina, va! - ¡Hai visto, hai visto, un altra sera senza dormire! - ¡Han amazzatto a compare Torino!
(Finale orquestale grandiosso con fuocco)
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2008 6:00 pm
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I'll never be a Saint... I can't hide and deny the Sinner inside.
My Sharona - The Knack
Ooh my little pretty one, pretty one, when you gonna give me some time, Sharona? Ooh you make my motor run, my motor run, Gun it comin' off the line Sharona. Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind. Always get it up for the touch of the younger kind. My my my I Yi Woo! M M M My Sharona...
Come a little closer huh, ah will ya huh, close enough to look in my eyes, Sharona. Keeping it a mystery gets to me, running down the length of my thighs, Sharona. Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind. Always get it up for the touch of the younger kind. My my my I Yi Woo! M M M My Sharona...
When you gonna give it to me, give it to me, It is just a matter of time Sharona. Is it just destiny, destiny? Or is it just a game in my mind, Sharona? Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind. Always get it up for the touch of the younger kind. My my my I Yi Woo! M M M My Sharona...
How sweet life could be, if I could be free from the Sinner in Me.
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 4:10 pm
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I'll never be a Saint... I can't hide and deny the Sinner inside.
Sour Times - Portishead
To pretend no one can find the fallacies of morning rose. Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes, curtises that I despise in me.
Take a ride, take a shot now...
'Cos nobody loves me, it's true... Not like you do.
Covered by the blind belief that fantasies of sinful screens. Bear the facts, assume the dye, end the vows, no need to lie, enjoy.
Take a ride, take a shot now...
'Cos nobody loves me, it's true... Not like you do.
Who am I, what and why? 'Cos all I have left is my memories of yesterday... Ohh, these sour times...
'Cos nobody loves me, it's true... Not like you do.
After time the bitter taste of innocence decent or race. Scattered seeds, buried lives, mysteries of our disguise revolve.
Circumstance will decide...
'Cos nobody loves me, it's true... Not like you do.
'Cos nobody loves me, it's true... Not like you do.
Nobody loves... Me, it's true...
Not, like, you... Do.
How sweet life could be, if I could be free from the Sinner in Me.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 4:25 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 4:41 pm
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I'll never be a Saint... I can't hide and deny the Sinner inside.
Stay Free - The Clash
We met when we were in school. Never took no sh*t from no one, we weren't fools. The teacher says we're dumb, we're only having fun, we piss on everyone... In the classroom.
When we got thrown out I left without much fuss. And weekends we'd go dancing, down Streatham on the bus, you always made me laugh. Got me in bad fights, play me pool all night... Smokin' menthol.
I practised daily in my room. You were down the crown planning your next move. Go on a nicking spree, hit the wrong guy, each of you get three... Years in brixton.
I did my very best to write, how was butlins, were the screws too tight? When you lot get out, we're gonna hit the town, we'll burn it ********' down... To a cinder.
'Cos years have passed and things have changed, and I move anyway I wanna go. I'll never forget the feeling I got, when I heard that you'd got home. And I'll never forget the smile on my face, 'cos I knew where you would be. And if you're in the crown tonight, have a drink on me.
But go easy... Step lightly... Stay free...
How sweet life could be, if I could be free from the Sinner in Me.
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