lunes, octubre 15, 2007
domingo, junio 25, 2006
Terra Naomi
Una chica amateur de California.
Say It's Possible
Virtual Tour Episode 7
Su Blog: http://terranaomi.blogs.com
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Say It's Possible
Virtual Tour Episode 7
Su Blog: http://terranaomi.blogs.com
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sábado, abril 15, 2006
domingo, abril 09, 2006
jueves, febrero 23, 2006
martes, febrero 14, 2006
Back On The Chain Gang
Una de las mejores canciones de Pretenders.
I found a picture of you, oh oh oh oh
What hijacked my world that night
To a place in the past
We’ve been cast out of? oh oh oh oh
Now we’re back in the fight
We’re back on the train
Oh, back on the chain gang
A circumstance beyond our control, oh oh oh oh
The phone, the tv and the news of the world
Got in the house like a pigeon from hell, oh oh oh oh
Threw sand in our eyes and descended like flies
Put us back on the train
Oh, back on the chain gang
The powers that be
That force us to live like we do
Bring me to my knees
When I see what they’ve done to you
But I’ll die as I stand here today
Knowing that deep in my heart
They’ll fall to ruin one day
For making us part
I found a picture of you, oh oh oh oh
Those were the happiest days of my life
Like a break in the battle was your part, oh oh oh oh
In the wretched life of a lonely heart
Now we’re back on the train
Oh, back on the chain gang
I found a picture of you, oh oh oh oh
What hijacked my world that night
To a place in the past
We’ve been cast out of? oh oh oh oh
Now we’re back in the fight
We’re back on the train
Oh, back on the chain gang
A circumstance beyond our control, oh oh oh oh
The phone, the tv and the news of the world
Got in the house like a pigeon from hell, oh oh oh oh
Threw sand in our eyes and descended like flies
Put us back on the train
Oh, back on the chain gang
The powers that be
That force us to live like we do
Bring me to my knees
When I see what they’ve done to you
But I’ll die as I stand here today
Knowing that deep in my heart
They’ll fall to ruin one day
For making us part
I found a picture of you, oh oh oh oh
Those were the happiest days of my life
Like a break in the battle was your part, oh oh oh oh
In the wretched life of a lonely heart
Now we’re back on the train
Oh, back on the chain gang
domingo, enero 08, 2006
jueves, diciembre 08, 2005
martes, noviembre 29, 2005
Leolo
Cold Cold Ground - Tom Waits
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Cold, cold ground Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe Never slept with a dream before he had to go away There's a bell in the tower Uncle Ray bought a round Don't worry about the army In the cold cold ground Now don't be a cry baby When there's wood in the shed There's a bird in the chimmney And a stone in my bed When the road's washed out They pass the bottle around And wait in the arms Of the cold cold ground Cold cold ground There's a ribbon in the willow And a tire swing rope And a briar patch of berries Takin' over the slope The cat'll sleep in the mailbox And we'll never go to town Til we bury every dream in The cold cold ground Cold cold ground Gimme a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells Blow the roof off the goat barn Let it roll down the hill The piano is firewood Times Square is a dream I find we'll lay down together in the cold cold ground Cold cold ground Cold cold ground Call the cops on the Breedloves Bring a bible and a rope And a whole box of rebel And a bar of soap Make a pile of trunk tires And burn 'em all down Bring a dollar with you baby In the cold cold ground Cold cold ground Take a weathervane rooster Throw rocks at his head Stop talking to the neighbors Til we all go dead Beware of my temper And the dog that I've found Break all the windows in the Cold cold ground Cold cold ground | La fría, fría tierra Compinche de cresta caída en un viejo café, nunca dormía con un sueño antes de tener que marcharse; hay una campana en la torre, Tío Ray pagó una ronda, no te preocupes por el ejército en la fría, fría tierra. Ahora no seas un nene llorón cuando hay madera en el cobertizo; hay un pájaro en la chimenea y una piedra en mi cabeza; cuando se limpia la carretera se pasan la botella unos a otros y esperan en los brazos de la fría, fría tierra. Fría, fría tierra. Hay un lazo en el sauce y una cuerda de columpio, y una maraña de bayas dominando la pendiente; el gato dormirá en el buzón y nunca iremos a la ciudad hasta que enterremos todos los sueños en la fría, fría tierra. Fría, fría tierra. Dame un rifle Winchester y una caja entera de cartuchos, vuela el techo del establo de las cabras, que ruede colina abajo; el piano es leña, Times Square es un sueño. Noto que yaceremos juntos en la fría, fría tierra. Fría, fría tierra. Llama a la poli por los Breedloves, tráete una biblia y una soga, y una caja entera de Rebel y una pastilla de jabón; haz un pila de ruedas y quémalas todas; trae un dólar contigo baby en la fría, fría tierra. Fría, fría tierra. Coge un gallo veleta, tírale piedras a la cabeza; deja de hablarle a los vecinos hasta que todos estemos muertos; cuidado con mi carácter y con el perro que me he encontrado; rompe todas las ventanas en la fría, fría tierra. Fría, fría tierra. |