The Prodigy - Firestarter

Creo que me voy a cortar el pelo....









Firestarter
I'm the trouble starter, punkin' instigator
I'm the fear addicted, and danger illustrated
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter
You're the firestarter, twisted firestarter
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter
I'm the bitch you hated, filth infactuated - yeeeaaaah
I'm the pain you tasted, fell intoxicated
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter
You're the firestarter, twisted firestarter
I'm the self inflicted, mind detonator - yeah
I'm the one infected, twisted animator
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter
You're the firestarter, twisted firestarter
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter

Primal Scream - Some Velvet Morning

A veces los negros MUY cabeza, tenemos estas derrapadas.... Kate Moss, ahí tan flaquita, tan etérea con esas gasas... tan masticable.... Dicen que las flacas se la bancan...

Ahhh!! El tema?? Me la soban con eso de la propaganda... Lo descubrí ahí y me gustó. Ciao!!









Some Velvet Morning
Some velvet morning
When I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate
Some velvet morning
When I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate

Flowers growing on a hill
Dragonflies and daffodils
Learn from us very much
Look at us but do not touch
Phaedra is my name
Some velvet morning
When I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate
Some velvet morning
When I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate
Flowers are the things we grow
Secrets are the things we know
Learn from us very much
Look at us but do not touch
Phaedra is my name
Some velvet morning
When I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate
Some velvet morning
When I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate
Some velvet morning when I'm straight
Flowers are the things we grow
Secrets are the things we know
I'm gonna open up your gate
Learn from us very much
Look at us but do not touch
Look at us but do not touch
Look at us but do not touch

Nuria Fergo - Quiereme

La cosa es así... Anda dando vueltas un video de un casamiento, la entrada en realidad, con una manga de locos que bailan horrible, pero transmiten una emotividad muy fuerte (ya lo postearé). La cuestión es que viéndolo, se me dió por mirar este otro, y la verdad está bueno... Si escuchás primero a la que se casa, a la Nuri (una amiga de la infancia), le falta como... punch. Pero gueno... está. Solo para conformistas....











Quiereme
agua del arroyo blanco,
agua pa saciar mis labios,
agua de tu primavera, de mi zalamera pa mi corazón
eres para mí como agua clara,
que corre hacia mi corazón como un río
que nada y que muere en el fondo del mar.
eres para mi como la luna, desnuda ante la noche.
guiando mis pasos hasta el amanecer. siempre para mi eres lo primero.
aunque falte el dinero te quiero.
yo sin oro ni plata te espero hasta el atardecer.
tu serás la calma y el consuelo y el aire que me falta algunas veces
agua del arroyo blanco
agua pa saciar mi sed.
quiéreme,
como se quiere por primera vez, quiéreme
quiéreme,
para los restos de la vida
y quiéreme
como se que tú lo hacías
y quiéreme de noche, quiéreme de dia,
quiéreme
como se quiere por primera vez, quiéreme
quiéreme para los restos de la vida.
quedate que mi alma es una bulería.
agua del arroyo blanco,
agua pa saciar mis labios, agua de tu primavera,
de mi zalamera pa mi corazón.
te susurraré mil veces al oído que jamás buscaré nada fuera de ti
jamás besaré como te beso a ti, créeme.
créeme porque es tan cierto lo que digo como lo es el sentimiento de un suspiro
como el frío que siente tu piel,
sin abrigo, sin besos, sin sed.
quiéreme...
pero déjate llevar
por el sueño que una vez vivimos, que una vez te di.
quiéreme,
como se quiere por primera vez, quiéreme
quiéreme
para los restos de la vida
quiéreme
como se que tu lo hacías
y quiéreme de noche quiéreme de día
porque te querré
aunque te cueste sonreir, amor te querré
te daré
a puñaditos las caricias.
quedate que mi alma es una buleria.
oh, no

Bon Iver - Blindsided

Blindsided
Bike down... down to the downtown
Down to the lockdown... boards, nails lye arond
I crouch like a crow
Contrasting the snow
For the agony, I'd rather know
'Cause blinded I am blindsided
Peek in... into the peer in
I'm not really like this... I'm probably plightless
I cup the window
I'm crippled and slow
For the agony
I'd rather know
'Cause blinded I am blindsided
Would you really rush out for me now?
Taught line... down to trhe shoreline
The end of a blood line... the moon is a cold light
There's a pull to the flow
My feet melt the snow
For the irony, i'd rather know
'Cause blinded I was blindsided
'Cause blinded I was blindsided
'Cause blinded I was blindsided

Eno, Pavarotti and U2 - Miss Sarajevo

Miss Sarajevo

Is there a time for keeping your distance

A time to turn your eyes away

Is there a time for keeping your head down

For getting on with the day

Is there a time for kohl and lipstick

A time for cutting hair

Is there a time for high street shopping

To find the right dress to wear

Here she comes, heads turn around

Here she comes, to take her crown

[Pavarotti:]

Dici che il fiume

Trova la via al mare

E come il fiume

Giungerai a me

Oltre i confini

E le terre assetate

Dici che come fiume giungerai

Here she comes, heads turn around

Here she comes, to take her crown

Is there a time to run for cover

A time for kiss and tell

Is there a time for different colors

Different names you find it hard to spell

Is there a time for first communion

A time for East 17

Is there a time to turn to Mecca

Is there a time to be a beauty queen

Here she comes, beauty plays the clown

Here she comes, surreal in her crown

[Pavarotti:]

Dici che il fiume

Trova la via al mare

E come il fiume

Giungerai a me

Oltre i confini

E le terre assetate

Dici che come fiume

Come fiume

L'amore giunger

L'amore

E non so pi pregare

E nell'amore non so pi sperare

E quell'amore non so pi aspettare

Is there a time for tying ribbons

A time for Christmas trees

Is there a time for laying tables

And the night is set to freeze.

Miss Sarajevo

.

Flying Bag

Pearl Jam - Given to Fly

Given To Fly
He could've tuned in, tuned in
But he tuned out
A bad time, nothing could save him
Alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out
He got up outta there, ran for hundreds of miles
He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree
The wind rose up, set him down on his knee
A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw
Delivered him wings, "Hey, look at me now"
Arms wide open with the sea as his floor
Oh, power, oh
He's.. flying
Whole
High.. wide, oh
He floated back down 'cause he wanted to share
His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere
But first he was stripped and then he was stabbed
By faceless men, well, fuckers
He still stands
And he still gives his love, he just gives it away
The love he receives is the love that is saved
And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky
A human being that was given to fly
High.. flying
Oh, oh
High.. flying
Oh, oh
He's flying
Oh, oh