I saw a reflection of a shadow
of a woman I once loved
There stood my faith, my own
reflection, bitterness more often than love
So I bought a gun, took a pill, hung a rope
to reach my love
But I had no bullets, just and aspirin, bitterness
more often than love
I went down to cass,
to meet up with my girl
I was 2 hours late
And 23 months too early
believing my girl would leave me so high
So high I couldnt reach, well
Where my baby lay up in the sky
a ??? took upon me as the day went on,
she was with another man, stood about 6 foot 3
240 pounds, a giant compared to me
it was my mouth and his might,
it was gonna be a long long day going on.
By this time it was 12:30
And I was passed out on the ground
Saw a hand to reach down and help me up
She was the prettiest little thing
and came to take me home
When she asked how old I was I told her 22
She told me she was 19 and the day was young
So she took me home to her parents house
I had no idea why
I was going to her parents house
but I was a man, making a woman
make me a man, making a woman.
I saw a reflection of a shadow
of a woman I once loved
There stood my faith, my own
reflection, bitterness more often than love
So I bought a gun, took a pill, hung a rope
to reach my love
But I had no bullets, just and aspirin, bitterness
more often than love
Its been about a year and I saw her the other day
**the next few lines overlap**
Hangin' out down cass and henry
hanging like my heart was on a sleeve, on my sleeve
my one armed cutie
my diamond in the rough
The girl who broke my heart
my 19 year old dream
made me wear my heart on my sleeve
the sleeve I wipe my tears with
she had my heart, my little diamond, my sapphire in the rough..it was gone, so gone.
I'm never, never gonna meet another girl
Never ever, never ever
And she was gone
Sogno ad Occhi Aperti (Daydream)
0 comentarios Published by Onlyfelipe on jueves, 10 de mayo de 2007 en 18:20
empty is (reprise)
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voice:
empty is the sky before the sun wakes up
empty is the eyes of animals in cages
empty... the faces of women mourning...
when everything has been takin from them
me...
dont ask me about empty
empty,
is a string of dirty days
held together by some rain
and the cold winds drumming at the trees again
empty,
is the color of the fields
long about semptemper when the days go marching
in a line toward november
empty,
is the hour... before sleep
kills you every night... and pushes you to safty
away from every kind of lie
empty is me
empty... is... me.
-frank sinatra
"in this sea of nothing, it doesn't matter"
Tricky :
I can vibe to anything
Do I have to hide from everything?
Everybody wants a piece of me
Reach their origin and cease to be
Sit back and let it happen,
Let us take your time away.
I dont understand you.
I dont want your time of day.
If youre gonna walk, might as well walk your way
Always walk the hallways,
Forget the punk, I pack the funk.
Im gonna take a piece of you.
Making money for good health,
But first I learn to see myself
But first I learn to see myself
You promised me poems
You promised me poems
You promised me poems
Terry hall :
I ruse the day that I ever met you,
And deeply regret you getting close to me.
I cannot wait to deeply neglect you,
Deeply forget you, jesus believe me
You promised me poems.
You might have been my reason for livin
I gave up on givin, gave up everything.
We were a right pair of believers
A couple of dreamers,
So how come you hate me?
You promised me poems
You promised me poems
You promised me poems
Promised me poems
Martina :
Dreamed of ringing voices,
And contemplated choices.
Taste like a real kiss,
To heighten my awareness.
With all fairness, greatness with gratitude.
And simply riled with attitude
Now do promotion on tv, and ya still cant see.
Were down the hill cascade
And keep away the masquerade,
Dreamed of ringing voices,
And you promised me poems
You promised me poems
You promised me poems
You promised me poems
Pumpkin
Youre hollow kid
More how Im to do
Let the heart give us some
Set the word seeds
Like flowers they
Shine out when
I find what will make you
Love me
Life is our find
Hollow is he
(tricky section)
So hollow
Dont back
Over someone who
(? )
Follow thee
How, how I feel
(tricky section)
So hollow
How i
Go on
(tricky section)
I cant breathe and I cant see
Mtv moves too fast, I refuse to understand
You go your way and Ill see mine
Feels like wasted time
And it feels like I must be blind
Howd you like yourself, you dont know yourself
I smell of she and I fail to be
Well, anyway.. well, anyway.. well, anyway..
I cant breathe and I cant see
I cant see and I cant breathe
Uno es el hombre.
Published by Onlyfelipe on en 20:58
Uno es el hombre.
Uno no sabe nada de esas cosas
que los poetas, los ciegos, las rameras,
llaman "misterio", temen y lamentan.
Uno nació desnudo, sucio,
en la humedad directa,
y no bebió metáforas de leche,
y no vivió sino en la tierra
(la tierra que es la tierra y es el cielo
como la rosa, rosa pero piedra).
Uno apenas es una cosa cierta
que se deja vivir, morir apenas,
y olvida cada instante, de tal modo
que cada instante nuevo, lo sorprenda.
Uno es algo que vive
algo que busca pero encuentra,
algo como hombre o como Dios o yerba
que en el duro saber lo de este mundo
halla el milagro en actitud primera.
Fácil el tiempo ya, fácil la muerte,
fácil y rigurosa y verdadera
toda intención de amor que nos habita
y toda soledad que nos perpetra.
Aquí está todo, aquí. Y el corazón aprende
—alegría y dolor— toda presencia;
el corazón constante, equilibrado y bueno,
se vacía y se llena.
Uno es el hombre que anda por la tierra
y descubre la luz y dice: es buena,
la realiza en los ojos y la entrega
a la rama del árbol, al río, a la ciudad
al sueño, a la esperanza y a la espera.
Uno es ese destino que penetra
la piel de Dios a veces,
y se confunde en todo y se dispersa.
Uno es el agua de la sed que tiene,
el silencio que calla nuestra lengua,
el pan, la sal, y la amorosa urgencia
de aire movido en cada célula.
Uno es el hombre —lo han llamado hombre—
que lo ve todo abierto, y calla, y entra.
my little little new baby
0 comentarios Published by Onlyfelipe on domingo, 15 de abril de 2007 en 10:29
Dj Shadow This Time (I'm Gonna Try It My Way)
0 comentarios Published by Onlyfelipe on viernes, 13 de abril de 2007 en 22:55
esto me recuerda mucho mi infancia,,,,me pone feliz,,,mi memoria me recordo esta serie y la estuve buscando,la encontre y estoy disfrutando como loco,,, cada capitulo es como un sueño y lo hicieron en 1988 pero esta muymuy bien hecha, me encanta,,la serie esta conformada por nueve capitulos y el cuenta cuentos es Jhon Hurt que tambien lo podemos ver en v for vendetta, el guion es como una poesia,,,los cuentos estan muy bien contados, para mi es perfecta la recomiendo mucho!
An old storyteller and his sarcastic dog tell obscure fairtales.
- The Soldier and Death (El soldado y la Muerte)
- Fearnot (Juan sin miedo)
- The Luck Child (El niño con suerte)
- A Story Short (Sopa de piedra, o una historia corta)
- Hans My Hedgehog (Hans el Erizo)
- The Three Ravens (Los tres cuervos)
- Sapsorrow (La niña y el nomo)
- The Heartless Giant (El gigante sin corazón)
- The True Bride (La novia verdadera)
como me gusta el reggae, me encanta, en mi proxima vida me gustaria der un rasta muyyy negro ser pesacador y escuchar todos los dias reggae, tener hijos con una linda esposa, y disfrutar cada minuto.
It's not everyday we're gonna be the same way
there must be a change somehow
there are bad times and good times too
So have a little faith in what you do
cause you don't seem to realize
the things you've got to face in life
today you're up, tomorrow you're down
so thank God that you're still around town
Though we've got to work like slaves
just to eat a piece of bread
but as we go along each day we'll find
happiness to sooth the mind cause
it's not everyday we're gonna be the same way
there must be a change somehow
there are bad times and good times too
So have a little faith in what you do
Sucede que me canso de ser hombre.
0 comentarios Published by Onlyfelipe on jueves, 5 de abril de 2007 en 8:18
Sucede que me canso de ser hombre.
Sucede que entro en las sastrerías y en los cines
marchito, impenetrable, como un cisne de fieltro
navegando en un agua de origen y ceniza.
El olor de las peluquerías me hace llorar a gritos.
Sólo quiero un descanso de piedras o de lana,
sólo quiero no ver establecimientos ni jardines,
ni mercaderías, ni anteojos, ni ascensores.
Sucede que me canso de mis pies y mis uñas
y mi pelo y mi sombra.
Sucede que me canso de ser hombre.
Sin embargo sería delicioso
asustar a un notario con un lirio cortado
o dar muerte a una monja con un golpe de oreja.
Sería bello
ir por las calles con un cuchillo verde
y dando gritos hasta morir de frío.
No quiero seguir siendo raíz en las tinieblas,
vacilante, extendido, tiritando de sueño,
hacia abajo, en las tapias mojadas de la tierra,
absorbiendo y pensando, comiendo cada día.
No quiero para mí tantas desgracias.
No quiero continuar de raíz y de tumba,
de subterráneo solo, de bodega con muertos
ateridos, muriéndose de pena
Por eso el día lunes arde como el petróleo
cuando me ve llegar con mi cara de cárcel,
y aulla en su transcurso como una rueda herida,
y da pasos de sangre caliente hacia la noche.
Y me empuja a ciertos rincones, a ciertas casas húmedas,
a hospitales donde los huesos salen por la ventana,
a ciertas zapaterías con olor a vinagre,
a calles espantosas como grietas.
Hay pájaros de color azufre y horribles intestinos
colgando de las puertas de las casas que odio,
hay dentaduras olvidadas en una cafetera,
hay espejos
que debieran haber llorado de verguenza y espanto,
hay paraguas en todas partes, y venenos, y ombligos.
Yo paseo con calma, con ojos, con zapatos,
con furia, con olvido,
paso, cruzo oficinas y tiendas de ortopedia,
y patios donde hay ropas colgadas de un alambre:
calzoncillos, toallas y camisas
que lloran lentas lágrimas sucias.
Walking Around, Pablo Neruda
Sexy Sadie what have you done
You made a fool of everyone
You made a fool of everyone
Sexy Sadie ooh what have you done
Sexy Sadie you broke the rules
You layed it down for all to see
You layed it down for all to see
Sexy Sadie oooh you broke the rules
One sunny day the world was waiting for a lover
She came along to turn on everyone
Sexy Sadie the greatest of them all
Sexy Sadie how did you know
The world was waiting just for you
The world was waiting just for you
Sexy Sadie oooh how did you know
Sexy Sadie you'll get yours yet
However big you think you are
However big you think you are
Sexy Sadie oooh you'll get yours yet
We gave her everything we owned just to sit at her table
Just a smile would lighten everything
Sexy Sadie she's the latest and the greatest of them all
She made a fool of everyone
Sexy Sadie
However big you think you are
Sexy Sadie
When you are ready i will surrender
Take me and do as you will
Have what you want to
Your way is always the best way
I have succumbed to this passive sensation
Peacefully falling away
I am the zombie your wish will command me
Laugh as i fall to your knees
(Chorus)
Bring it back
Sing it back
Bring it back
Sing it back to me
Bring it back
Sing it back
Bring it back
Sing it back to me
Can i control this empty delusion?
Lost in the fire below
And you come running your eyes will be open
And when you come back
I'll be as you want me
Only so eager to please
My little song will keep you beside me
Thinking your name as i sing
Bring it back
Sing it back
Bring it back
Sing it back to me
No you can't help it if you have been tempted
By fruit hanging ripe from the tree
And i feel useless
Don't care what the truth is
You will be here come the day
Trut do you here me, don't try to
come near me
So tired i sleep through the lie
If you desire to lay here beside me
Come to my sweet melody
Moloko is awesome / moloko vellocet
0 comentarios Published by Onlyfelipe on miércoles, 28 de marzo de 2007 en 19:49
All above board,
And we see nothing at all.
Clean and empty hands,
But still there’s something lurking.
We believe you when you lie
Buy your word, -then you deny,
Pay your wealth, -you leave us high and dry
You gamester,
You tell us our
Fortunes by your cards
And you’re rubbing
Yourself deep
Into our wounds.
You gamester
You fool us
We watch your spinning wheel
And we scratch
And we itch,
And the longer it
Takes for us
To heal.
You promise ten birds
-In the bush,
Each and every sunday
Sell your ”letters of indulgens”
We believe you when you lie
Buy your word, -then you deny,
Pay your wealth, -you leave us high and dry
A cheater’s armoury
All you’ve got
Is shifty eyes,
A black dress,
A false name.
Adli: «¡No uses epígrafes porque matarían el misterio de la escritura!».
Bahti: «Si tiene que morir así, mata entonces tú tambien el misterio, ¡mata al falso profeta vendedor de misterios!».
Cartas a un joven periodista, M. BALAMIR
En mi tiempo libre me encargo de recordar orgasmos
de robarme el vinotinto del aire (y me jacto de cómo lo hago)
Y suicidar tambores en medio de las toneladas de viejos olores (y colores)
¡Me estaba asfixiando en esa vieja placenta!
Como hubiera deseado que todo al principio hubiese sido negro
Lo fue no lo deseo, lo fue en un sentido especial, estoy seguro
Conoce mi negra armadura, hecha de cenizas
Conoce a mama negra, ya al aire le brindaste desesperanza, seras genio o seras mendigo (tu curiosidad pone el limite), limite? Ja risa
La primera vez que te conoci estabas hecha de aserrín ahora eres una sola espina, eres aburrida. Podrias ser el orgullo te falta corona, aun ABURRIDO
¡Yo te fatigue!
Me doy cuenta de que no leíste el contexto, cuales eran las pautas?, dolor, te suena?
Y así siempre serás una historia mal leída, por falta de imaginación, o de juicio.
El banal dijo: “haces querer morirme y matar a todos los que me rodean (de televisión), ¿Qué buscas? Tan escondido es. Y aun no le das color a lo que vivimos, una pena!”
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Wong Kar-Wai :heart: i love this
Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way
Anything that may desert you
So it cannot hurt you
You only have to look behind you
At who's undermined you
Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way
Everything you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Shakes your hand
Takes your gun
Walks you out of the sun
What you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Destroy everything you touch today
Please destroy me this way
Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way
Anything that may delay you
Might just save you
Oh how time flies
With crystal clear eyes
And cold as coal
When youre ending with diamond eyes
Oh come child
In a crossbones style
Oh come child
Come and rescue me
cause you have seen some
Unbelievable things
Hater I have your diamonds and still
cause you have seen some unbelievable things
Hater I have your diamonds
Oh come child
In a crossbones style
Oh come child
Come rescue me
cause you have seen some
Unbelievable things