domingo, 15 de marzo de 2015
Música! Melancólico alimento para los que vivimos de amor....
martes, 10 de marzo de 2015
Entre los restos
If the elephants have past lives
Yet all destined to always remember
It's no wonder how they scream....
So for those of you falling in love, keep it kind, keep it good, keep it right...
Throw yourself in the midst of danger
But keep one eye open at night.
lunes, 9 de marzo de 2015
Im here
Im now
Im ready
Holding on tight
Dont give away the end
The one thing that stays mine.
Joder. Joder. Joder.
After all this time?
Failure is inevitable. Unavoidable. But failure should never get the last word. You have to hold on to what you want. You have to not take "no" for an answer, and take what's coming to you.
Never give in.
Never give up.
Stand up.
Stand up, and take it.
(always)
martes, 3 de marzo de 2015
Lie, lie, lie to me, please keep lying cause i dont wanna know, cause i cant stand it anymore.
Goodbye to my Santa Monica dream
Fifteen kids in the backyard drinking wine
You tell me stories of the sea
And the ones you left behind
Goodbye to the roses on your street
Goodbye to the paintings on your wall
Goodbye to the children we'll never meet
And the ones we left behind
And the ones we left behind
I'm somewhere, you're somewhere
I'm nowhere, you're nowhere
You're somewhere, you're somewhere
I could go there but I don't
Rob's in the kitchen making pizza
Somewhere down in Battery Park
I'm singing songs about the future
Wondering where you are
I could call you on the telephone
But do I really want to know?
You're making love now to the lady down the road
No I don't, I don't want to know
I'm somewhere, you're somewhere
I'm nowhere, you're nowhere
You're somewhere, you're somewhere
I could go there but I don;t
Goodbye to my Santa Monica dream
Fifteen kids in the backyard drinking wine
You will tell me stories of the sea
And the ones you left behind
And the ones we left behind
Fifteen kids in the backyard drinking wine
You tell me stories of the sea
And the ones you left behind
Goodbye to the roses on your street
Goodbye to the paintings on your wall
Goodbye to the children we'll never meet
And the ones we left behind
And the ones we left behind
I'm somewhere, you're somewhere
I'm nowhere, you're nowhere
You're somewhere, you're somewhere
I could go there but I don't
Rob's in the kitchen making pizza
Somewhere down in Battery Park
I'm singing songs about the future
Wondering where you are
I could call you on the telephone
But do I really want to know?
You're making love now to the lady down the road
No I don't, I don't want to know
I'm somewhere, you're somewhere
I'm nowhere, you're nowhere
You're somewhere, you're somewhere
I could go there but I don;t
Goodbye to my Santa Monica dream
Fifteen kids in the backyard drinking wine
You will tell me stories of the sea
And the ones you left behind
And the ones we left behind
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