tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186959052008-07-16T18:51:29.187-07:00Mis songs prediletteSometimes Inviting Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-20321695555986864822008-06-25T04:59:00.000-07:002008-06-25T05:02:27.937-07:00INVENCIBLE<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">Porque podía haber sido sin duda una de las Cosas que Nunca Te Dije porque Acabo de Descubrirlo...</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">INVENCIBLE - MUSE</span><br /></div><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jwed_2Y8Ypw&hl=es&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jwed_2Y8Ypw&hl=es&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Follow through<br />Make your dreams come true<br />Don't give up the fight<br />You will be all right<br />Cause there's no one like you<br />In the universe<br /><br />Don't be afraid<br />What your mind conceives<br />You should make a stand<br />Stand up for what you believe<br />And tonight we can truly say<br />Together we're invincible<br /><br />And during the struggle<br />They will pull us down<br />But please, please let's use this chance to<br />Turn things around<br />And tonight we can truly say<br />Together we're invincible<br /><br />Do it on your own<br />Makes no difference to me<br />What you leave behind<br />What you choose to be<br />and whatever they say<br />Your soul's unbreakable<br /><br />And during the struggle<br />They will pull us down<br />But please, please let's use this chance to<br />Turn things around<br />And tonight we can truly say<br />Together we're invincible<br />Together we're invincible<br /><br />And during the struggle<br />They will pull us down<br />Please, please let's use this chance to<br />Turn things around<br />And tonight we can truly say<br />Together we're invincible</div>Sometimes Inviting Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-91945698932037213982008-06-09T02:54:00.000-07:002008-06-09T03:02:21.932-07:00Das Alles wär nie passiert<span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;">Porque anhelo un momento de sinrazón y un prosecco al que culpar sin culpa</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">ANNETT LOUISAN - DAS ALLES WÄR NIE PASSIERT</span><br /><br /><br /></div><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QXs3GzsDb2U&hl=es"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QXs3GzsDb2U&hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Nachts in die Badeanstalt<br />Und danach mit den Bullen aufs Revier<br />Der Kuss in der Schrankwand der Eltern<br />Ein Herz und zwei Namen im Furnier<br /><br />Die ewige Blutsbrüderschaft<br />Und am nächsten Tag nicht mehr erkannt<br />Drei Stunden mit dem Taxi um dem Block<br />Weil ich den Fahrer so niedlich fand<br /><br />Drei Mädels im Bayerntrikot<br />In der Südkurve vom HSV<br />Der ehrliche Brief an den Chef<br />Und das Engtanzen mit seiner Frau<br /><br />Die alberne Anbagger-Wette<br />Im Urlaub und die Hochzeit danach<br />Latein als Leistungskurs<br />Diese Frisur und mein Plattenvertrag<br /><br />Das alles wär nie passiert<br />Das alles wär nie passiert<br />Das alles wär nie passiert<br />Ohne Prosecco<br /><br />Sonntagmorgen 17 Uhr 10<br />Es weckt mich das Telefon<br />Ich hab nichts als die Stiefel noch an<br />Meine Sinne sind nicht mehr synchron<br /><br />Alles, was ich von gestern noch weiß<br />Ist wie ich in Ekstase geriet<br />Ich schrie: ”Auf die Revolution!<br />Reißt die Mucke auf - Das ist mein Lied!”<br /><br />Der Freund auf dem Anrufbeantworter brüllt:<br />“Hey, was hast du genommen?”<br />Er sagt mein BH sei auf eBay<br />Wie bin ich nach hause gekommen?<br /><br />Himmel, Arsch, wieso bin ich gepierct<br />Und was soll dieses Schlangen-Tattoo?<br />Wessen Zeug liegt auf meinem Bett<br />Und wer zum Teufel bist du?<br /><br />Das alles wär nie passiert<br />Das alles wär nie passiert<br />Das alles wär nie passiert<br />Ohne Prosecco</div>Sometimes Inviting Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-77967187587017434482008-05-22T03:00:00.000-07:002008-05-22T03:06:41.075-07:00Sixteen Tons<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Porque un OP's mail me la ha recordado... Ddctd to her, faltaría más.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">SIXTEEN TONS - TENNESSEE ERNIE FORD<br /></div><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HMWBhVNFlZs&hl=es&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HMWBhVNFlZs&hl=es&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Some people say a man is made outta mud</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A poor man's made outta muscle and blood</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Muscle and blood and skin and bones</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You load sixteen tons, what do you get</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Another day older and deeper in debt</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I owe my soul to the company store</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And the straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You load sixteen tons, what do you get</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Another day older and deeper in debt</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I owe my soul to the company store</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fightin' and trouble are my middle name</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You load sixteen tons, what do you get</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Another day older and deeper in debt</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I owe my soul to the company store</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">If you see me comin', better step aside</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">One fist of iron, the other of steel</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">If the right one don't a-get you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Then the left one will</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You load sixteen tons, what do you get</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Another day older and deeper in debt</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I owe my soul to the company store</span><br /></div>Sometimes Inviting Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-83356748415552356892008-04-21T02:20:00.000-07:002008-04-21T02:38:12.657-07:00Home again<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">Porque estoy en casa otra vez... y blackmore's night me da paz<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> HOME AGAIN - BLACKMORE'S NIGHT</span><br /><br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tjc2jQqQAqE&hl=en&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tjc2jQqQAqE&hl=en&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I've been many places</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I've traveled 'round the world</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Always on the search for something new</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">But what does it matter</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">When all the roads I've crossed</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Always seem to return to you…</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Old familiar faces</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Everyone you meet</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Following the ways of the land</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cobblestones and lanterns</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lining every street</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Calling me to come home again</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dancing in the moonlight</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Singing in the rain</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Oh, it's good to be back home again</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Laughing in the sunlight</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Running down the lane</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Oh, it's good to be back home again</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">When you play with fire</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sometimes you get burned</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It happens when you take a chance or two</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">But time is never wasted</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">When you've lived and learned</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And in time it comes back to you…</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And when I got weary</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'd sit a while and rest</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Memories invading my mind</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">All the things I'd treasured</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The ones I'd loved the best</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Were the things that I'd left behind…</span></div>Sometimes Inviting Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-57208379909997603682008-03-31T10:15:00.001-07:002008-03-31T10:21:24.477-07:00WILD THING<object height="355" width="425"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">It's awesome! Porque siempre termina cayéndome bien el que se une a canturrearla conmigo</span><br /><br /></span></object><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><object height="355" width="425"><span style="font-weight: bold;">WILD THING - THE TROGGS</span> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4qHX493bB3U&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&hl=es"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object></span></div><object height="355" width="425"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4qHX493bB3U&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wild thing...you make my heart sing...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You make everything</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Groovy</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I said wild thing...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wild thing, I think I love you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">But I wanna know for sure</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Come on, hold me tight</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I love you</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wild thing...you make my heart sing...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You make everything</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Groovy</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I said wild thing...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wild thing, I think you move me</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">But I wanna know for sure</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So come on, hold me tight</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You move me</span><br /></div>Sometimes Inviting Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-82507002442503334812008-03-13T02:15:00.000-07:002008-03-13T02:26:12.403-07:00The Booklovers<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Porque Versión me ha hecho sonreír en una mañana muy jodida... </span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">THE BOOKLOVERS - DIVINE COMEDY</span><br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">(No la encuentro por ningún lado..</span><a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" href="http://www.ipernity.com/doc/35641/1276418">. pincha aquí y dale al play</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">This book deals with epiphenomenalism, which has to do with consciousness as a mere accessory of physiological processes whose presence or absence... makes no difference... whatever are yo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Ng? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Aphra benn: hello</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Cervantes: donkey</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Daniel defoe: to christen the day!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Samuel richardson: hello</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Henry fielding: tittle-tattle tittle-tattle...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Lawrence sterne: hello</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Mary wolstencraft: vindicated!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Jane austen: here I am!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Sir walter scott: we’re all doomed!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Leo tolstoy: yes!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Honoré de balzac: oui...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Edgar allen poe: aaaarrrggghhhh!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Charlotte brontë: hello...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Emily brontë: hello...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Anne brontë: hellooo..? </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Nikolai gogol: vas chi</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Gustav flaubert: oui</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> William makepeace thackeray: call me ’william makepeace thackeray’</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Nathaniel hawthorne: the letter ’a’</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Herman melville: ahoy there!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Charles dickens: london is so beautiful this time of year...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Anthony trollope: good-good-good-good evening!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Fyodor dostoevsky: here come the sleepers...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Mark twain: I can’t even spell ’mississippi’!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> George eliot: george reads german</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Emile zola: j’accuse</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Henry james: howdy miss wharton!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Thomas hardy: ooo-arrr!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Joseph conrad: I’m a bloody boring writer...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Katherine mansfield: [cough cough]</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Edith wharton: well hello, mr james!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Dh lawrence: never heard of it</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Em forster: never heard of it!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Happy the man, and happy he alone who in all honesty can call today his own;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> He who has life and strength enough to say ’yesterday’s dead & gone - I want to live today’</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> James joyce: hello there!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Virginia woolf: I’m losing my mind!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Marcel proust: je me’en souviens plus</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> F scott fitzgerald: baa bababa baa</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Ernest hemingway: I forgot the....</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Hermann hesse: oh es ist alle so häßlich</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Evelyn waugh: whoooaarr!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> William faulkner: tu connait william faulkner? </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Anaïs nin: the strand of pearls</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Ford maddox ford: any colour, as long as it’s black!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Jean-paul sartre: let’s go to the dome, simone!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Simone de beauvoir: c’est exact present</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Albert camus: the beach... the beach</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Franz kafka: what do you want from me? !</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Thomas mann: mam</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Graham greene: call me ’pinky’, lovely</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Jack kerouac: me car’s broken down...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> William s burroughs: wowwww!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Happy the man, and happy he alone who in all honesty can call today his own;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> He who has life and strength enough to say ’yesterday’s dead & gone - I want to live today’</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Kingsley amis: [cough]</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Doris lessing: I hate men!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Vladimir nabokov: hello, little girl...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> William golding: achtung busby!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Jg ballard: instrument binnacle</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Richard brautigan: how are you doing? </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Milan kundera: I don’t do interviews</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Ivy compton burnett: hello...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Paul theroux: have a nice day!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> G¨¹nter grass: I’ve found snails!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Gore vidal: oh, it makes me mad!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> John updike: run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Kazuro ishiguro: ah so, old chap!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Malcolm bradbury: stroke john steinbeck, stroke jd salinger</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Iain banks: too orangey for crows!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> As byatt: nine tenths of the law, you know...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Martin amis: [burp]</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Brett easton ellis: aaaaarrrggghhh!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Umberto eco: I don’t understand this either...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Gabriel garcia marquez: mi casa es su casa</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Roddy doyle: ha ha ha!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Salman rushdie: names will live forever...</span><br /></div>Sometimes Inviting Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-88500385224195227392008-03-11T03:48:00.000-07:002008-03-11T04:04:11.471-07:00DU HAST<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Du_hast">Por la polémica de los estudiantes de alemán: ¿me odias o me tienes?</a> (palabras homófonas en alemán). Y porque es la canción que me resuena en la cabeza cuando me enfado.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">DU HAST - RAMMSTEIN</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"></span></div><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mm2eT-sTVys&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mm2eT-sTVys&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">Du<br />Du hast<br />Du hast mich<br />Du hast mich gefragt<br />Du hast mich gefragt<br />Du hast mich gefragt<br />Und ich hab' nichts gesagt<br /><br />Willst du bis der Tod euch scheidet<br />Treu ihr sein für alle Tage<br /><br />Nein<br /><br />Willst du bis zum Tod, der Scheide<br />Sie lieben auch in schlechten Tagen<br /><br />Nein</div>Sometimes Inviting Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-58185596826477386772008-03-06T03:17:00.000-08:002008-03-06T03:24:57.238-08:00El gallo Eduardo Montenegro<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Porque saaaaan se acabó.</span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">EL GALLO EDUARDO MONTENEGRO - ALBERT PLÁ</span><br /></div><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wHRxr4Q5NY8&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wHRxr4Q5NY8&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Los pajaritos cantan,<br />las nubes se levantan<br />las gallinas ponedoras<br />en vez de poner huevos<br />consuelan a un gallito desolado<br />pues como cada mañana<br />cuando fue a anunciar el día<br />el gallo se quedó sin habla<br />la voz no le salía<br />tenía una afonía y ni cacarear podía<br />por mucho que abriera el pico no le salía ni pío<br />¿cómo iba a empezar el día si su canto no se oía?<br />estaba convencido que el mundo se acabaría<br />así que San se acabó<br />el sol sólo saldrá<br />el día en que las gallinas<br />se pongan a mear<br />presta atención<br />a lo que este gallo afónico te quisiera decir<br />kikirikikí...<br />Los pajaritos cantan,<br />las nubes se levantan<br />y el mundo gira gira y gira<br />y el sol brilla brilla y brilla<br />creer que se detendría<br />porque un gallo padeciera una afonía<br />eso era una tontería<br />como esa que algunos hombres creen<br />que viven eternamente<br />que su alma sube al cielo<br />aunque su cuerpo haya muerto<br />¡como si en el firmamento<br />hubiera sitio para tantos!<br />San se acabó<br />lo único que sube al cielo<br />son los pedosque se tiran los gusanos<br />cuando comen sus despojos<br /><br />Parecía el patito feo abandonando el gallinero<br />le despedían con pañuelos llorando sus gallinas<br />sin rumbo ni norte alguno<br />y errando se fue el gallo<br />hasta que un día muy cansado<br />se paró a dormir un poco<br />era el reposo del guerrero<br /><br />Y en un bosque encantado<br />bajo un roble milenario<br />no hay futuro dijo el sabio<br />siguió preguntando en vano<br />¿quién puñeta fue primero?<br />¿fue la gallina o fue el huevo?<br />San se acabó<br />y el amanecer llegó y no se oyó cantar un gallo<br />ese día tan absurdo lo estaba anunciando un búho<br />presta atención<br />a lo que un burro cualquiera opinaría<br />sobre esta absurda cuestión<br />ay ay ay ay...<br /><br />Los pajaritos callan<br />y es que era un búho que no cantaba<br />"hola gallo" dijo el búho<br />esto es un bosque encantado<br />soy el bicho que buscabas<br />yo soy quien despierta al sol cada mañana<br />al lobo vegetariano y al león republicano<br />y a todos los bichos raros<br />soy un búho yo soy brujo<br />¿te has fijado que cursi es la moraleja<br />del cuento de la lechera?<br /><br />Aquí nada es como parece<br />aquí uno no nace aqui uno se hace<br />sin que nadie te lo mande<br />sólo se hace lo que place<br />¡atrévete si quieres<br />a no hacer nunca lo que debes!<br />San se acabó<br />aquí hay gallo encerrado<br />¿donde está el cuarto pié del gato?<br />más vale pregunta en mano<br />que cien respuestas volando<br />presta atención<br />yo sé cómo arreglar el mundo<br />ruego un poco de silencio<br />lo diré bien fuerte y claro ¡pero sólo una vez!<br />yo cantaré así o así o asá<br />como a mí me dé la gana cantar<br /><br />Los pajaritos cantan<br />las nubes se levantan<br />¿en verdad quién fue primero?<br />¿la tortuga o el conejo?<br />¿existe realmente una gallina<br />que ponga los huevos de oro?<br />érase una vez un gallo<br />que sabía el final del cuento<br />que fueron muy felices, que comieron perdices<br />a mí me importa un pito<br />si el mundo funciona a pilas<br />con butano o gasolina<br /><br />Es doloroso ser sabio<br />y descubrir la sopa de ajo<br />apartó un árbol enorme<br />y por fin pudo ver el bosque<br />y yo lo que quiero es largarme<br />con la música a otra parte<br />San se acabó<br />los músicos de bremen han sido asesinados<br />el burro, el perro, el gato<br />y el cádaver del gallo<br />aún nadie lo ha encontrado<br />presta atención<br />sabes tú qué pasaría<br />si el viento y el agua<br />y toas las cosas transparentes<br />de repente<br />tuvieran color...</div>Sometimes Inviting Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-89981717688463165582008-03-03T05:35:00.000-08:002008-03-03T05:51:52.679-08:00You give love a bad name<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000439/"></a><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">Porque esta canción me ha sacado una carcajada en una de esas semanas horribles donde el dolor de cabeza es el menor de tus problemas...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" >It's going to be legendary!</span> <b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000439/">by Barney</a></b><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">(el verdadero protagonista de How I meet your mother)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Thanks to ozk to talk me about this)<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME - BON JOVI</span><br /><br /><br /></div> <object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hohac-f6pak&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hohac-f6pak&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">An angels smile is what you sell<br />You promise me heaven, then put me through hell<br />Chains of love got a hold on me<br />When passions a prison, you cant break free<br /><br />Youre a loaded gun<br />Theres nowhere to run<br />No one can save me<br />The damage is done<br /><br />Chorus:<br />Shot through the heart<br />And youre to blame<br />You give love a bad name<br />I play my part and you play your game<br />You give love a bad name<br />You give love a bad name<br /><br />Paint your smile on your lips<br />Blood red nails on your fingertips<br />A school boys dream, you act so shy<br />Your very first kiss was your first kiss goodbye<br /><br />Youre a loaded gun<br />Theres nowhere to run<br />No one can save me<br />The damage is done</div>Sometimes Inviting Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-16445441214008875172008-02-26T06:16:00.001-08:002008-02-26T06:26:10.030-08:00DOWNTOWN<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Porque esta canción representa para mí la clave de Lost y todo lostmaníaco no necesita ni las tres primeras notas para reconocerla... y porque aunque lost te la traiga al pairo, la canción te anima, y somos muchos los que necesitamos ánimos estos días.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">PETULA CLARK - DOWNTOWN<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">- ahórrate spoilers escuchándola -</span><br /></span><object style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"><param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="file=1e35d71"><param name="quality" value="high"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=1e35d71" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br /><br />- Porque yo no me hago responsable de los spoilers que este vídeo suponga para ti -</span></div><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OFQi3FERzxM&rel=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=0"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OFQi3FERzxM&rel=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">When you're alone</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And life is making you lonely</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">you can always go down town.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">When you got worries,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">All the noise and the hurry</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">seems to help,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I know down town.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Just listen to the music</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Of the traffic in the city,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">linger on the sidewalks</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Where the neon signs are pretty.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">How can you lose?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The lights are much brighter there</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You can forget all your troubles,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Forget all your cares.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So go down town.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Things'll be great</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">When you're down town.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">No finer place for sure-</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Down town.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Everything's waiting for you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Down town.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't hang around</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And let your problems surround you,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">there are movie shows down town.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Maybe you know some little places to go</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">to where they never close down town.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Just listen to the rhythm</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Of a gentle bossa nova.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You'll be dancing with 'em too</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Before the night is over happy again.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The lights are much brighter there</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You can forget all your troubles,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Forget all your cares.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So go down town.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Where all the lights are bright</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Down town.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Waiting for you tonight</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Down town.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You're gonna be alright now</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Down town.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">When you're alone</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And life is making you lonely</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">you can always go down town.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">When you got worries,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">All the noise and the hurry</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">seems to help,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I know down town.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And you may find somebody kind-</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">To help and understand you,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">someone who is just like you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And needs a gentle hand</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">To guide them along.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So maybe I'll see you.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">There we can forget all our troubles,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Forget all our cares.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So go down town.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Things'll be great when you're</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Down town.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't wait a minute more</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Down town.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Everything's waiting for you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Down town.</span> </div>Sometimes Inviting Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-9739389651464987072008-02-20T09:26:00.001-08:002008-02-21T02:30:45.994-08:00No más myolastán<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Porque ha resucitado mi vena poppy, porque a mí no me parece mal que vaya a Eurovisión, porque Guille Milkyway me cae bien y punto, porque ahora resulta de que mucho antes de que <a href="http://martyr.xalernita.com/">xalernita</a> me la twitterdescubriese llevaba yo buscando al grupo de la canción final de Pocholo&Borjamari - cosas peores he visto- (<a href="http://www.goear.com/listen.php?v=c47f656">Chicle cosmos</a>) con infructuoso resultado (todo hay que decirlo), y porque sí, porque a mi contractura el myolastán le hizo ni fú ni fá...</span><br /><a href="http://es.myspace.com/lacasaazulband"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://es.myspace.com/lacasaazulband"> NO MÁS MYOLASTÁN - LA CASA AZUL</a><br /><object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"><param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="file=c7bf274"><param name="quality" value="high"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=c7bf274" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Y la actuación en directo la coloco también, hale, porque es en el Auditorio de Murcia:</span><br /><br /></div><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vvzj0DK1p6w&rel=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=0"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vvzj0DK1p6w&rel=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Me cortaron las alas,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">con esmero y meticulosidad</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Y me vistieron con un frac</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">A analizar, con tesón,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Las desgracias de los demás</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Y a crear la solución</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Y vendérsela aprisa</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Y a mi, ¿quién me analiza?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">No más Myolastan,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">no más Doxilamina, no más</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Hoy empieza mi nueva vida</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Voy a cambiar el final, a volver a volar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">(It’s your turn)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">No más Myolastan,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">no más Doxilamina, no más</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Hoy empieza mi nueva vida</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Voy a cambiar el final, a volver a volar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">(Ya no hay nada que me lo impida)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Recibí condolencias,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">expresiones de lástima y pesar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Y aún no lo entiendo la verdad</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Si al final, un error</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Nos trae la felicidad</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Y un desliz la ocasión</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Para hacer que en la vida</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Haya más de una salida</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Pueden pensar que si no me arrepiento</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Al instante, un gran muro de cemento</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Cerrará mi camino a las puertas del paraíso</span><br /></div>Sometimes Inviting Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-3976309722512887522008-01-12T10:34:00.000-08:002008-01-31T23:46:41.358-08:00U CAN'T TOUCH THIS<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;">Ésta porque al encender por primera vez la tele nueva, expectante como tierna infante, lo primero que salió fue este vídeo... y le tengo cariño... a la anécdota, no a ;MC Hammer ; P<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">ENSI HAMMER - CAN'T TOUCH THIS</span><br /></div><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EMzoBkaFxh4&rel=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&border=0"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EMzoBkaFxh4&rel=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Can't touch this</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Can’t touch this</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Can't touch this</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Can’t touch this</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">My, my, my, my music hits me so hard</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Makes me say oh my Lord</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Thank you for blessing me</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">With a mind to rhyme and two hyped feet</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Feels good when you know you're down</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">A superdope homeboy from the Oaktown</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">And I'm known</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">as such</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">And this is a beat uh you can't touch</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I told you homeboy,can't touch this</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Yeah, that's how we livin' and ya know,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">can't touch this</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Look in my eyes man, can't touch this</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Yo let me bust the funky lyrics, you can’t touch this</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Fresh new kicks and pants</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">You got it like that now you know wanna dance</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">So move out of your seat</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">And get a fly girl and catch this beat</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">While it's rollin' hold on</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Pump a little bit and let them know it's going on</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Like that, like that</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Cold on a mission so fall on back</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Let 'em know that you're too much</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">And this is a beat uh they can't touch</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Yo I told you, can't touch this</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Why you standing there man, can't touch this</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Yo sound the bell school is in sucker</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">, can't touch this</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Give me a song or rhythm</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Making no sweat that's what I'm giving 'em</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">So now they know</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">You talk about the Hammer when you’re talking ‘bout a show</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">That's hyped and tight</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Singers are sweatin' so pass them a wipe</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Or a tape to learn</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">What it's gonna take in the 90's to burn</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">The charts legit</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Either work hard or you might as well quit</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">That's word because you know</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Can't touch this</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Can't touch this</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Break it down!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Stop! Hammer time!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Go with the flow it is said</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">If you can't move to this then you probably are dead</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">So wave your hands in the air</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Bust a few moves run your fingers through your hair</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">This is it for a winner</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Dance to this and you're gonna get thinner</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Now move slide your rump</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Just for a minute let's all do the bump</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Bump bump bump yeah, you can't touch this</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Look man, can't touch this</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">You'll probably get hyped boy 'cause you know you can't,can't touch this</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Ring the bell school's back in, break it down!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Stop! Hammer time!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Can't touch this</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Can't touch this</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Can't touch this</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Break it down!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Stop! Hammer time!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Every time you see me, that Hammer's just so hype</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I'm dope on the floor and I'm magic on the mic</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Now why would I ever stop doing this</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">With others makin' records that just don’t hit</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I toured around the world from London to The Bay</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">It's Hammer go Hammer MC Hammer Yo Hammer and the rest can go and play</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Can't touch this</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Can't touch this</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Can't touch this</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Yea, Can't touch this</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I told you, can't touch this</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Too hype can't touch this</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Get me outta here, you can't touch this</span><br /></div>Sometimes Inviting Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-28554032802984218002007-12-02T02:35:00.000-08:002007-12-02T02:47:56.333-08:00TESSIE<span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-style: italic;">A mí me gusta más que el <span style="font-weight: bold;">"a por ellos oe a por ellos oe".</span>.. contagia más espíritu ganador</span><br /><br />Algo de historia sobre <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tessie">Tessie</a>(en inglés) o sobre <a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dropkick_Murphys" title="Dropkick Murphys">Dropkick Murphys (en español)</a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">TESSIE - DROPKICK MURPHYS</span><br /></div><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WVvQa21zojs&rel=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=0"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WVvQa21zojs&rel=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Tessie is the Royal Rooters' rally cry<br />Tessie is the tune they always sung<br />Tessie echoed April through October nights<br />After serenading <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chick_Stahl" title="Chick Stahl">Stahl</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Dinneen" title="Bill Dinneen">Dineen</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cy_Young" title="Cy Young">Young</a><br />Tessie is a maiden with the sparkling eyes<br />Tessie is a maiden with the love<br />She doesn't know the meaning of her sight<br />She's got a comment full of love </div><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br />And sometimes when the game is on the line<br />Tessie always carried them away<br />Up the road from Third Base to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huntington_Ave" title="Huntington Ave">Huntington</a><br />The boys will always sing and sway</p><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br />Two! Three! Four!</p><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br />"Tessie," <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_T._McGreevy" title="Michael T. McGreevy">"Nuff Ced" McGreevy</a> shouted,<br />"We're not here to mess around<br />Boston, you know we love you madly<br />Hear the crowd roar to your sound<br />Don't blame us if we ever doubt you<br />You know we couldn't live without you<br />Tessie, you are the only, only, only"</p><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br />The Rooters showed up at the grounds one day<br />They found their seats had all been sold<br />McGreevey led the charge into the park<br />Stormed the gates and put the game on hold<br />The Rooters gave the other team a dreadful fright<br />Boston's tenth man could not be wrong<br />Up from "Third Base" to Huntington<br />They'd sing another victory song</p><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br />Two! Three! Four!</p><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br />"Tessie," "Nuff Ced" McGreevey shouted,<br />"We're not here to mess around<br />Boston, you know we love you madly<br />Hear the crowd roar to your sound<br />Don't blame us if we ever doubt you<br />You know we couldn't live without you<br />Tessie, you are the only only only"</p><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br />The Rooters gave the other team a dreadful fright<br />Boston's tenth man could not be wrong<br />Up from "Third Base" to Huntington<br />They'd sing another victory song</p><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br />Two! Three! Four!</p><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br />"Tessie," "Nuff Ced" McGreevey shouted<br />"We're not here to mess around<br />Boston, you know we love you madly<br />Hear the crowd roar to your sound<br />Don't blame us if we ever doubt you<br />You know we couldn't live without you<br />Tessie, you are the only only only"</p><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br />Don't blame us if we ever doubt you<br />You know we couldn't live without you<br />Boston, you are the only only only<br />Don't blame us if we ever doubt you<br />You know we couldn't live without you<br />Red Sox, you are the only only only</p><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br /></div>Sometimes Inviting Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-66673145929203560762007-11-29T07:47:00.000-08:002007-11-29T08:03:08.985-08:00AIN'T GOT NO - I GOT LIFE<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Porque no conozco a nadie a quien no le guste esta canción<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.songlyrics.com/song-lyrics/Nina+Simone/Miscellaneous/Ain%27t+Got+NoI+Got+Life/92036.html"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> AIN'T GOT NO... I GOT LIFE - NINA SIMONE</span></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><center></div><object height="373" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SDFiCLNhM8k&rel=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SDFiCLNhM8k&rel=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="373" width="425"></embed></object></center><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes<br />Ain't got no money, ain't got no class<br />Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schoolin'<br />Ain't got no wear, ain't got no job<br />Ain't got no man<br /><br /><br /><br />Ain't got no father, ain't got no mother<br />Ain't got no children, ain't got no<br />Ain't got no earth, ain't got no water<br />Ain't got no ticket, ain't got no token<br />Ain't got no love<br /><br />I got my hair, I got my head<br />I got my brains, I got my ears<br />I got my eyes, I got my nose<br />I got my mouth, I got my smile<br /><br />I got my tongue, I got my chin<br />I got my neck, I got my tits<br />I got my heart, I got my soul<br />I got my back, I got my sex<br /><br />I got my arms, I got my hands<br />I got my fingers, Got my legs<br />I got my feet, I got my toes<br />I got my liver, Got my blood<br /><br />Got life , I got my freedom<br />I got my life</div>Sometimes Inviting Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-57098683021595439902007-11-07T04:04:00.000-08:002007-11-07T04:09:36.364-08:00Monochrome<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Porque me recuerda que hay personas con varita mágica...<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.uplyrics.com/yann_tiersen_lyrics_4383/monochrome_lyrics_162120.html"><span style="font-weight: bold;">MONOCHROME - YANN TIERSEN</span></a><br /></div><br /><center style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Do_HpqILPLo&rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Do_HpqILPLo&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object></center><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Anyway, I can try<br />Anything it's the same circle<br />That leads to nowhere and I'm tired now.<br /><br />Anyway, I've lost my face,<br />My dignity, my look,<br />Everything is gone<br />And I'm tired now.<br /><br />But don't be scared,<br />I found a good job and I go to work<br />Every day on my old bicycle you loved.<br /><br />I am pilling up some unread books under my bed<br />And I really think I'll never read again.<br /><br />No concentration,<br />Just a white disorder<br />Everywhere around me,<br />You know I'm so tired now.<br /><br />But don't worry<br />I often go to dinners and parties<br />With some old friends who care for me,<br />Take me back home and stay.<br /><br />Monochrome floors, monochrome walls,<br />Only absence near me,<br />Nothing but silence around me.<br />Monochrome flat, monochrome life,<br />Only absence near me,<br />Nothing but silence around me.<br /><br />Sometimes I search an event<br />Or something to remind,<br />But I've really got nothing in mind.<br /><br />Sometimes I open the windows<br />And listen people walking in the down streets.<br />There is a life out there.<br /><br />But don't be scared,<br />I found a good job and I go to work<br />Every day on my old bicycle you loved.<br /><br />Anyway, I can try<br />Anything it's the same circle<br />That leads to nowhere and I'm tired now.<br /><br />Anyway, I've lost my face,<br />My dignity, my look,<br />Everything is gone<br />And I'm tired now.<br /><br />But don't worry<br />I often go to dinners and parties<br />With some old friends who care for me,<br />Take me back home and stay.<br /><br />Monochrome floors, monochrome walls,<br />Only absence near me,<br />Nothing but silence around me.<br /><br />Monochrome flat, monochrome life,<br />Only absence near me,<br />Nothing but silence around me</div>Sometimes Inviting Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-48141335850717579152007-10-22T05:04:00.000-07:002007-11-29T07:43:51.435-08:00El problema<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">El problema no fue hallarte... el problema es olvidarte </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;">Porque para mí es lo mejor de Arjona</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.songlyrics.com/song-lyrics/Ricardo+Arjona/Miscellaneous/El+Problema/164298.html">EL PROBLEMA - RICARDO ARJONA</a><br /><br /></div><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OSh0Ak4cXnQ&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OSh0Ak4cXnQ&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El problema no fue hallarte</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El problema es olvidarte</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El problema no es tu ausencia</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El problema es que te espero</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El problema no es problema</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El problema es que me duele</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El problema no es que mientas</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El problema es que te creo.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El problema no es que juegues</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El problema es que es conmigo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Si me gustastes por ser libre</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Quien soy yo para cambiarte</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Si me quedé queriendo solo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Como hacer para obligarte</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El problema no es quererte</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Es que tu no sientas lo mismo.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Y como deshacerme de ti si no te tengo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Como alejarme de ti si estas tan lejos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Como encontrarle una pestaña a lo que nunca tuvo ojos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Como encontrarle plataformas a lo que siempre fue un barranco</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Como encontrar en la alacena los besos que no me diste</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Y como deshacerme de ti si no te tengo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Como alejarme de ti si estas tan lejos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Y es que el problema no es cambiarte</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El problema es que no quiero.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El problema no es que duela</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El problema es que me gusta</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El problema no es el daño</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El problema son las huellas</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El problema no es lo que haces</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El problema es que lo olvido</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El problema no es que digas</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El problema es lo que callas.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Y como deshacerme de ti si no te tengo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Como alejarme de ti si estas tan lejos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Como encontrarle una pestaña a lo que nunca tuvo ojos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Como encontrarle plataformas a lo que siempre fue un barranco</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Como encontrar en la alacena los besos que no me diste. (x2)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Y como deshacerme de ti si no te tengo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Como alejarme de ti si estas tan lejos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El problema no fue hallarte</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El problema es olvidarte</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El problema no es que mientas</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El problema es que te creo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El problema no es cambiarte</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El problema es que no quiero</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El problema no es quererte</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Es que tu no sientas lo mismo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El problema no es que juegues</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El problema es que es conmigo.</span><br /></div>Sometimes Inviting Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-86531185434035646142007-10-03T02:58:00.001-07:002007-10-03T03:07:32.552-07:00Countdown to Insanity<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Porque una opositora siempre sabe que pasa cuando empieza la cuenta atrás hacia la locura (unas semanas antes del examen, por ejemplo)</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.lyricsrocks.com/hits/lyrics.php?id=1011763"><span style="font-weight: bold;">COUNTDOWN TO INSANITY - H-BLOCKX</span></a><br /></div><object height="353" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VO_MYxRYdoE&rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VO_MYxRYdoE&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="353" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">HANDS<br />ON<br /><br />VERSE<br />This is a countdown I´m planning to leave<br />I´m heading out of this town I´m sick of the beef<br />I been wandering too long before it gets bad<br />I´m packing my memories and it´s time to<br /><br />Move on cruise on, maybe in the wrong direction<br />Baby I´ll be – hands on the steering wheel<br /><br />BRIDGE<br />It´s too late – it´s too fake<br />But I´ve got nothing to lose<br />Check mate – no hate<br />Hell I´ve got nothing to prove<br /><br />CHORUS<br />6...5...one chance to stay alive<br />4...3...but i can hardly breathe<br />countdown to insanity<br />goodbye reality<br />2...1...tic toc<br />let's go<br /><br />VERSE<br />If your problems are homegrown, it´s time to cut back<br />Turn off your cell phone come joining the pack<br />Get out of your mad routine a change is to come<br />Life is a solitaire so you´ve got to<br /><br />BRIDGE<br /><br />CHORUS</div>Sometimes Inviting Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-44614139908778596742007-08-11T12:25:00.000-07:002007-08-11T14:42:46.393-07:00I SURRENDER<object height="350" width="425"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Porque me encanta The Rainbow... y porque me encanta esta canción...</span><br /><br /></object><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.songlyrics.com/song-lyrics/Rainbow/Difficult+To+Cure/I+Surrender/57166.html"><object height="350" width="425">THE RAINBOW - I SURRENDER</object></a><br /><object height="350" width="425"></object></div><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EJ29pVhsdMs"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EJ29pVhsdMs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I surrender to your heart babe</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">do anything that you want me to do</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">please be tender I'm in your hands girl</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">this is a feeling I never knew</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">you know I tried to make it on my own</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">that's not the way it was meant to be</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">spend my time waiting by the phone</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">oh darling come back to me</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I surrender, I surrender</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I'm giving up the role of pretender</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">oh be tender, girl be tender</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">can't you feel the love that I send you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I surrender.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I remember, seems like a lifetime</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">can't believe it's a matter of days</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">since you left I'm near to heartbreak</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I want you so bad don't turn away</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">what does it take to stay by my side</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">you know I'll do what you want me to</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">don't take away this feeling inside</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I'm still in love with you</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I surrender, I surrender</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I'm giving up the role of pretender</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">oh be tender, girl be tender</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">can't you feel the love that I send you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I surrender.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I surrender, I surrender</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">darling now won't you be tender</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">surrender, oh surrender</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">feel the love that I send you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I surrender.</span><br /><br /></div>Sometimes Inviting Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-14368820769114875612007-07-29T13:43:00.001-07:002007-07-29T14:07:52.545-07:00Can't get it right today<span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;">Porque hoy me siento así de hundida (Y también siento no haber encontrado otro video que no fuesen los de "Al salir del Hospital")<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.lyricsandsongs.com/song/243962.html">CAN'T GET IT RIGHT TODAY - JOE PURDY</a><br /></div><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1p9DRj9-ZPM"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1p9DRj9-ZPM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I just can't seem to get it right today</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I just can't seem to get it right today</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I just can't seem to get it right today</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I guess I'm gonna give up</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Oh, I guess I'm gonna give up</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's nearly been a year since he's been gone</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And we still sing his goodbye songs</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Goodness knows she should move on</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">But she just can't let him go</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">No, she just can't let him go</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm sorry if I made you want to cry</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm sorry if I made you want to cry</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You should know, I never meant to hide</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I just hate bringing you down</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Oh, I just hate bringing you down</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I just can't seem to get it right today</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I just can't seem to get it right today</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I just can't seem to get it right today</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I guess I'm gonna give up</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Oh, I guess I'm gonna give up</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And I dropped my paintbrush in the dirt</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Still remember just how much that hurt</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I cut my hand and wait for it to work</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">But I just couldn't bring him back</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">No, I just couldn't bring him back</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I just can't seem to get it right today</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Oh, I just can't seem to get it right today</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I just can't seem to get it right today</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I guess I'm gonna give up</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Oh, I guess I'm gonna give up</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Oh I guess I'm gonna give up</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Oh I guess I'm gonna give up</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Oh I guess I'm gonna give up</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Oh I guess I'm gonna give up</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Oh Lord I said I guess I'm gonna give up</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Oh Lord I said I guess I'm gonna give up</span></div> </div>Sometimes Inviting Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-8029039347887727972007-05-26T03:19:00.001-07:002007-05-26T04:16:28.170-07:00Rehab<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Canciones que te enganchan de nuevas promesas...</span><br /></div><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://www.songlyrics.com/song-lyrics/Amy+Winehouse/Miscellaneous/Rehab/256577.html">REHAB - AMY WINEHOUSE</a><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RKVbgkfFygY"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RKVbgkfFygY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">They tried to make me go to rehab</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I said no, no, no.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Yes I been black, but when I come back</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You wont know, know, know.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I ain’t got the time</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And if my daddy thinks im fine</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">He’s tried to make me go to rehab</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I wont go, go, go.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I’d rather be at home with ray</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I ain’t got 70 days</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cos there’s nothing, nothing you can teach me</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">That I can’t learn, from yester halfaway</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Didn’t get a lot in class</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">But I know it don’t come in a shot glass</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">They’re tryin to make me go to rehab</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I said no, no, no</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Yes I been black, but when I come back</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You wont know, know, know.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I aint got the time,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And if my Daddy thinks im fine,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">He’s tried to make me go to rehab,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I wont go, go, go.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The man said, why you think you here?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I said, I got no idea</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Im gonna, im gonna loose my baby</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So I always keep a bottle near</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Said, I just think you’re depressed</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Kiss me, yeah baby</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And the rest</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">[these lyrics are found on http://www.songlyrics.com]</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I’m tryin to make me go to rehab</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I said no, no, no</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Yes I been black, but when I come back</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You wont know, know, know</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I don’t ever wanna drink again</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I just, ooo, I just need a friend</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Im not gonna spend 10 weeks</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Have everyone think im on the mend</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It’s not just my pride</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It’s just til these tears have dried</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">They’re tryin to make me go to rehab</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I said no, no, no</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Yes I been black, but when I come back,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You wont know, know, know</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I aint got the time,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And if my daddy thinks im fine</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">He’s trying to make me go to rehab</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I wont go, go, go.</span> </div>Sometimes Inviting Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-45688049611208862482007-04-07T01:58:00.000-07:002007-04-07T02:32:25.515-07:00Si può fare<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">Para todos aquellos que son, fueron o serán, como yo lo fuí, principiantes en italiano...</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/angelo_branduardi_lyrics_1098/si_puo_fare_lyrics_2932/si_puo_fare_lyrics_34374.html">SI PUÒ FARE - ANGELO BRANDUARDI</a><br /></div><br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2g6MzPbmv9A"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2g6MzPbmv9A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Si può fare, si può fare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">si può prendere o lasciare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">si può fare, si può fare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">puoi correre, volare.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Puoi cantare, puoi gridare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">puoi vendere, comprare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">puoi rubare, regalare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">puoi piangere, ballare.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Si può fare, si può fare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">puoi prendere o lasciare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">puoi volere, puoi lottare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">fermarti e rinunciare.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Si può fare, si può fare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">puoi prendere o lasciare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">si può crescere, cambiare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">continuare a navigare.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Si può fare, si può fare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">si può prendere o lasciare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">si può fare, si può fare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">partire, ritornare.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Puoi tradire, conquistare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">puoi dire poi negare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">puoi giocare, lavorare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">odiare, poi amare.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Si può fare, si può fare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">puoi prendere o lasciare<br />puoi volere, puoi lottare<br />fermarti e rinunciare.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Si può fare, si può fare<br />puoi prendere o lasciare<br />si può crescere, cambiare<br />continuare a navigare.<br /><br />Si può fare, si può fare<br />si può prendere o lasciare<br />si può fare, si può fare<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">mangiare, digiunare.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Puoi dormire, puoi soffrire</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">puoi ridere, sognare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">puoi cadere, puoi sbagliare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">e poi ricominciare.<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Si può fare, si può fare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">puoi prendere o lasciare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">puoi volere, puoi lottare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">fermarti e rinunciare.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Si può fare, si può fare</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">puoi prendere o lasciare</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">si può crescere, cambiare</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">continuare a navigare.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Si può fare, si può fare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">puoi vendere, comprare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">puoi partire, ritornare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">E poi ricominciare.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Si può fare, si può fare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">puoi correre, volare.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">si può piangere, ballare,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">continuare a navigare.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Si può fare, si può fare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">si può prendere o lasciare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">si può fare, si può fare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">puoi chiedere, trovare.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Insegnare, raccontare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">puoi fingere, mentire,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">poi distruggere, incendiare</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">e ancora riprovare.</span><br /></div>Sometimes Inviting Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-79138498000944692972007-03-23T04:22:00.000-07:002007-03-23T04:33:27.558-07:00SIMPLY IRRESISTIBLE<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">En claro homenaje a los 90', por Robert Palmer, of course, pero sobre todo, porque me recuerda a las cutre-coreografías de baile de fin de curso del colegio y porque la que está detrás a su derecha, ya nada más empezar, es un claro ejemplo de VOY A MI PUTA BOLA</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.songlyrics.com/song-lyrics/Palmer+Robert/Miscellaneous/Simply+Irresistible/51225.html">SIMPLY IRRESISTIBLE - ROBERT PALMER</a><br /></div><br /><br /><embed><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M3geoXOdnJQ"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M3geoXOdnJQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></object></embed