You're still hanging around in my mind
miércoles, 30 de junio de 2010
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Thinking Things
miércoles, 23 de junio de 2010
I was watching while you're dancing away.
Our love got fractured in the echo and sway.
How come everybody wants to be your friend?
You know that it still hurts me just to say it.
I was watching while you're dancing away.
Our love got fractured in the echo and sway.
How come everybody wants to be your friend?
You know that it still hurts me just to say it.
I was watching while you're dancing away.
Our love got fractured in the echo and sway.
How come everybody wants to be your friend?
You know that it still hurts me just to say it.
Our love got fractured in the echo and sway.
How come everybody wants to be your friend?
You know that it still hurts me just to say it.
I was watching while you're dancing away.
Our love got fractured in the echo and sway.
How come everybody wants to be your friend?
You know that it still hurts me just to say it.
I was watching while you're dancing away.
Our love got fractured in the echo and sway.
How come everybody wants to be your friend?
You know that it still hurts me just to say it.
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Song For You
i should have asked you to be mine
yes i think of it all of the time
but it's hard when you're picking up loose ends
loose ends...
yes i think of it all of the time
but it's hard when you're picking up loose ends
loose ends...
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Song For You,
The Kooks ♥
martes, 22 de junio de 2010
lunes, 21 de junio de 2010
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Song For You
domingo, 20 de junio de 2010
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Thinking Things
sábado, 19 de junio de 2010
Ella le caía bien a todos mis sentidos,
salvo cuando el marido era el tema de hablar,
cuando su confesión lastimó mis oídos
me dije no la escuches, no te ahogues en su mar.
salvo cuando el marido era el tema de hablar,
cuando su confesión lastimó mis oídos
me dije no la escuches, no te ahogues en su mar.
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Song For You
I been double-crossed now for the very
last time and now I'm finally free,
I kissed goodbye the howling beast
on the borderline
which separated you from me.
You'll never know the hurt
I suffered nor the pain I rise above,
And I'll never know the same about you,
your holiness or your kind of love,
And it makes me feel so sorry.
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Bob Dylan ♥,
Song For You
Time is a jet plane,
it moves too fast
Oh, but what a shame
if all we've shared can't last.
I can change, I swear, oh, oh,
See what you can do.
I can make it through,
You can make it too.
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Bob Dylan ♥,
Song For You
He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks,
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks
where the sailers all come in.
Maybe she'll pick him out again,
how long must he wait
Once more for a simple twist of fate.
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Bob Dylan ♥,
Song For You
She lit a burner on the stove
and offered me a pipe
"I thought you'd never say hello,"
she said "You look like the silent type."
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century.
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul
from me to you,
Tangled up in blue.
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Bob Dylan ♥
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Bob Dylan ♥,
Thinking Things
viernes, 18 de junio de 2010
I dont know when this dreams gonna stop
But i'm telling you my friend i dont want to get up
But i'm telling you my friend i dont want to get up
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jueves, 17 de junio de 2010
I heard it all before
So don't knock down my door
I'm a loser and a user so I don't need no accuser
to try and slag me down because I know you're right
So go do what you like
Make sure you do it wise
You may find out that your self-doubt means nothing
was ever there
You can't go forcing something if it's just
not right
No time to search the world around
Cause you know where I'll be found
When I come around
When I come around
So don't knock down my door
I'm a loser and a user so I don't need no accuser
to try and slag me down because I know you're right
So go do what you like
Make sure you do it wise
You may find out that your self-doubt means nothing
was ever there
You can't go forcing something if it's just
not right
No time to search the world around
Cause you know where I'll be found
When I come around
When I come around
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Song For You
lunes, 14 de junio de 2010
.
And the wonder of it all
Is that you just don't realize
how much I love you.
.
And the wonder of it all
Is that you just don't realize
how much I love you.
.
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Song For You
sábado, 12 de junio de 2010
The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies
A murderous desire for love
How can they look into my eyes
And still they don't believe me ?
How can they hear me say those words
Still they don't believe me ?
And if they don't believe me now
Will they ever believe me ?
And if they don't believe me now
Will they ever, they ever, believe me ?
Oh ...
The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies
A plundering desire for love
How can they see the Love in our eyes
And still they don't believe us ?
And after all this time
They don't want to believe us
And if they don't believe us now
Will they ever believe us ?
And when you want to Live
How do you start ?
Where do you go ?
Who do you need to know ?
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Peliculas,
Song For You
viernes, 11 de junio de 2010
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Peliculas,
Thinking Things
jueves, 10 de junio de 2010
Tantas veces lo soñé como real
que quiso el tiempo y quiso nada más.
que quiso el tiempo y quiso nada más.
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El Salmon,
Song For You
martes, 8 de junio de 2010
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Peliculas,
Thinking Things
viernes, 4 de junio de 2010
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Thinking Things
martes, 1 de junio de 2010
"There are times, however, and this is one of them, when even being right feels wrong. What do you say, for instance, about a generation that has been taught that rain is poison and sex is death? If making love might be fatal and if a cool spring breeze on any summer afternoon can turn a crystal blue lake into a puddle of black poison right in front of your eyes, there is not much left except TV and relentless masturbation. It's a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat shit and die."
Hay veces en las que me pregunto, si hay algo mas que podrias haber dicho o hecho para que me sigas asombrando. Hoy encontre una mas.
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Thinking Things
Yo no soy quien ,
Para hablar mal de nadie.
Pero osvaldo,
Era un irrespetuoso,
Un tremendo hijo de puta,
Un ignorante, mentiroso,
Un avaro, mal criado, un jodido hinchapelotas,
Un estúpido, un tarado, un sorete mal cagado
Drogadicto y maricón.
Osvaldo era un inoportuno,
Tan feo como la mierda, medio gil,
Medio boludo, inconstante, insolente,
Un corrupto malicioso, una bosta indecente
Un creido fastidioso, un deficiente mental.
Osvaldo, era un vago perezoso
Un ingerto intolerable
Un abusador un flojo
Inperfecto en todos lados
Un ser tan desagradable, insoportable tacaño
Pasa a ser imperdonable
Altanero estafador.
Menos mal que no lo conocí
Agradezco nunca haberlo visto
Ni haberme cruzado con el
Ni haber oido hablar de el
Ni de su forma de ser
Yo sólo sé que osvaldo
Era un arrogante sucio
Un inmoral incurable
Un incoroso indesiable
Para nada razonable
Un inexpresivo infame
Irresponsable indignante
Indisciplinado inepto
Indiscreto incumplidor
-Una pregunta profe, usted conoce la cancion "Prejuicios de arbol?"
- Yes of Course
- Ah... vio, esa qe dice "osvaldo era un inrespetuoso, un tremendo . . . se acuerda?
- What's your point?
- No no, nada profe . . . . . . . . . me hace acordar a usted toda la cancion por eso
JAJAJAJAJ FEDERICO, AUNQUE TE CONOZCAMOS HACE SEMANAS, SE QUE TE GANASTE UN PREMIO POR LO QUE HICISTE AYER, MAESTRO CAPO IDOLO JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJJAJAJA SI ME HABRAS HECHO REIR CON ESO XD jajajajajaja
PARA VOS PROFESOR DE INGLES GORDO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Para hablar mal de nadie.
Pero osvaldo,
Era un irrespetuoso,
Un tremendo hijo de puta,
Un ignorante, mentiroso,
Un avaro, mal criado, un jodido hinchapelotas,
Un estúpido, un tarado, un sorete mal cagado
Drogadicto y maricón.
Osvaldo era un inoportuno,
Tan feo como la mierda, medio gil,
Medio boludo, inconstante, insolente,
Un corrupto malicioso, una bosta indecente
Un creido fastidioso, un deficiente mental.
Osvaldo, era un vago perezoso
Un ingerto intolerable
Un abusador un flojo
Inperfecto en todos lados
Un ser tan desagradable, insoportable tacaño
Pasa a ser imperdonable
Altanero estafador.
Menos mal que no lo conocí
Agradezco nunca haberlo visto
Ni haberme cruzado con el
Ni haber oido hablar de el
Ni de su forma de ser
Yo sólo sé que osvaldo
Era un arrogante sucio
Un inmoral incurable
Un incoroso indesiable
Para nada razonable
Un inexpresivo infame
Irresponsable indignante
Indisciplinado inepto
Indiscreto incumplidor
-Una pregunta profe, usted conoce la cancion "Prejuicios de arbol?"
- Yes of Course
- Ah... vio, esa qe dice "osvaldo era un inrespetuoso, un tremendo . . . se acuerda?
- What's your point?
- No no, nada profe . . . . . . . . . me hace acordar a usted toda la cancion por eso
JAJAJAJAJ FEDERICO, AUNQUE TE CONOZCAMOS HACE SEMANAS, SE QUE TE GANASTE UN PREMIO POR LO QUE HICISTE AYER, MAESTRO CAPO IDOLO JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJJAJAJA SI ME HABRAS HECHO REIR CON ESO XD jajajajajaja
PARA VOS PROFESOR DE INGLES GORDO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Amigos,
Thinking Things
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