
lunes, 30 de agosto de 2010
domingo, 29 de agosto de 2010
sábado, 28 de agosto de 2010
viernes, 27 de agosto de 2010

Si pudiera...
ai si pudiera mi amor encontrarte otra vez
a la hora de siempre en el lugar de siempre
tal vez me entenderias... lo se
ai si pudiera mi amor encontrarte otra vez
y contarte las cosas que un dia caye
por el bien de ambos... sabes
si pudiera mi amor encontarte una vez mas
y contarte el porque fui solo donde ambos soliamos ir
si sabes donde estoy? donde estoy ahora?... tal vez
ai si pudiera mi amor encontrarte otra vez
a la hora de siempre en el lugar de siempre
tal vez me entederias.. quizas
ai si pudiera mi amor encontrarte otra vez
y contarte las cosas que un dia calle
por el bien de ambos... sabes
ai si pudiera mi amor encontrarte una vez mas
y contarte porque fui solo donde ambos soliamos ir
si sabes donde estoy? donde estoy ahora?... tal vez
miércoles, 25 de agosto de 2010
lunes, 16 de agosto de 2010

Cosmic dancer
I was dancing when I was twelve
I was dancing when I was aaah
I danced myself right out the womb
Is it strange to dance so soon
I danced myself right out the womb
I was dancing when I was eight
Is it strange to dance so late
I danced myself into the tomb
Is it strange to dance so soon
I danced myself into the tomb
Is it wrong to understand
The fear that dwells inside a man
What's it like to be a loon
I liken it to a balloon
I danced myself out of the womb
Is it strange to dance so soon
I danced myself into the tomb
But when again once more
I danced myself out of the womb
Is it strange to dance so soon
I danced myself out of the womb.
sábado, 14 de agosto de 2010
jueves, 12 de agosto de 2010

The Lord Of The Rings - Gollum's Song
Where once was light
Now darkness falls
Where once was love
Love is no more
Don't say goodbye
Don't say I didn't try
These tears we cry
Are falling rain
For all the lies you told us
The hurt, the blame
And we will weep to be so alone
We are lost
We can never go home
So in the end
I'll be what I will be
No loyal friend
Was ever there for me
Now we say goodbye
We say you didn't try
These tears you cry
Have come too late
Take back the lies
The hurt, the blame
And you will weep
When you face the end alone
You are lost
You can never go home
You are lost
You can never go home
miércoles, 11 de agosto de 2010

My Mistakes Were Made For You..
About as subtle as an earthquake, I know,
my mistakes were made for you.
my mistakes were made for you.
And in the back room of a bad dream, she came,
and whisked me away, enthused.
and whisked me away, enthused.
And it's solid as a rock rolling down a hill,
The fact is that it probably will hit something,
On the hazardous terrain.
The fact is that it probably will hit something,
On the hazardous terrain.
And we're just following the flock, round
And in-between, before we smash to smithereens
Like they were, and we scramble from the blame
And it's the fame that put words in her mouth,
She couldn't help, but spit 'em out
Innocence and arrogance intwined
In the filthiest of minds
And in-between, before we smash to smithereens
Like they were, and we scramble from the blame
And it's the fame that put words in her mouth,
She couldn't help, but spit 'em out
Innocence and arrogance intwined
In the filthiest of minds
She's was bitten on her birthday, and now
A face in the crowd, she's not
And I suspect that now, forever the shape
She came to escape, is forgot,
And it’s a lot to ask her not to sting and give
Her less than everything,
Around your crooked conscience she will wind.
A face in the crowd, she's not
And I suspect that now, forever the shape
She came to escape, is forgot,
And it’s a lot to ask her not to sting and give
Her less than everything,
Around your crooked conscience she will wind.
And we're just following the flock, round
And in-between, before we smash to smithereens
Like they were, and we scramble from the blame
And it's the fame that put words in her mouth,
She couldn't help, but spit 'em out
Around your crooked conscience she will wind
And in-between, before we smash to smithereens
Like they were, and we scramble from the blame
And it's the fame that put words in her mouth,
She couldn't help, but spit 'em out
Around your crooked conscience she will wind
And it’s a lot to ask her not to sting and give
Her less than everything,
Innocence and arrogance intwined
Her less than everything,
Innocence and arrogance intwined
lunes, 9 de agosto de 2010
viernes, 6 de agosto de 2010
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