Los 3 Cabiados - Allanamiento.mp3

Cuando uno cree que no pueden hacer nada mejor que "Nota a Raul", van y hacen esto.

dejo de poster porque sino despues la gente piensa queme pasa algo






























>_>

The more you keep on looking

The more is hard to take

And look here comes a Ford Mondeo
Isn't he Mister Inconspicuous
And he don't even have to say 'owt
She understands she's here to get picked up

And she's delighted when she sees him
Pulling in and giving her the eye
Because she must be fucking freezing
Scantily clad beneath the clear night sky
She don't stop in the winter, no.

Vieron cuando una tarde dije "son mejores que los beatles?"

Bueno, ese pensamiento volvio nomas . . .

Well now then Mardy Bum
Oh I'm in trouble again, aren't I
I thought as much
Cause you turned over there
Pulling that silent disappointment face
The one that I can't bear
Can't we laugh and joke around
Remember cuddles in the kitchen
Yeah, to get things off the ground
And it was up, up and away
Oh, but it's right hard to remember
That on a day like today when you're all argumentative
And you've got the face on

Baby let me follow you down, baby let me follow you down
Well I'll do anything in this godalmighty world
If you just let me follow you down.

Esas cosas que tenemos que nos hace perseguir a las personas mas
complicadas

Hey baby, you better come here quick.
This old cocaine is making me sick.
Cocaine all around my brain.
Cocaine's for horses and it's not for men
Doctor said it kill you, but he don't say when.
Cocaine all around my brain.

Prueba de fisica . . . here we go ._.

Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Y estoy obsesionado con Dylan, y empiezo a creer que (por alguna razon) "Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again" es una de las mejores canciones de la historia, sino es la mejor. Escuchar esa cancion, tiene que ser mas potente que cualquier droga adictiva. Ahora me pregunto . . . ¿Que tiene que hace que me guste tanto?

22/04 Guadalajara, Mexico

Si llegan a decir que no vienen a argentina, no se que hago con mi vida

In the middle of the night
In the middle of the night i call
Your name . . .

De oírte hablar
de gritarte al oído
de eso habla el relato.
Y hay cosas que siempre guardo...
para mi.

Mama, put my guns in the ground

I can't shoot them anymore.

That long black cloud is comin' down

I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

And here I sit so patiently

Waiting to find out what price

You have to pay to get out of

Going through all these things twice

Era una de esas cosas . . . que no te dejan pensar en otras

Ultimo Año

Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine
Most of the time.

Cos the life I think I'm trying to find Is probably all in my mind . . .

Y gracias a este señor, mi inconsciente consciente se abrio por primera vez, y pude concretar alguna composicion (dentro de todo) aceptable con mi guitarra.

Y despues de un viernes escolar lleno de bob dylan a mas no poder, parece que volvio devuelta.



You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people
get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse
with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

Y este año ya empieza con perdidas de grandes . . .

Nos dejaste con ganas de mas, mucho mas.

It's hot as hell
Honey, in this room
Sure hope the weather will break soon
The air is heavy, heavy as a truck
Hope the rain will wash away our bad luck

Ray Charles, maestro