<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905</id><updated>2009-11-11T11:47:49.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mis songs predilette</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Sometimes Inviting Eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-8144700316563101790</id><published>2009-06-26T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T06:37:02.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Porque una fotocopia para rellenar huecos en mis clases de inglés... después del correspondiente vídeo de Muzzy... pudiera ser mi primer contacto con Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incluso creo recordar palabras en mis mayúsculas &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ABC LOVE EASY 1 2 3  DO RE MI TEACHER GIRL SING CAN.&lt;/span&gt;.. me deshice hace poco de la carpeta de fotocopias de inglés que todavía rondaba por casa, hubiera venido bien para ilustrar esto, lástima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JACKSON FIVE - ABC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="345" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MYx3BR2aJA4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MYx3BR2aJA4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="345" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=0528d43" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael: A buh-buh buh buh-buh&lt;br /&gt;J5: A buh-buh buh buh-buh&lt;br /&gt;Michael: You went to school to learn, girl&lt;br /&gt;Things you never, never knew before...&lt;br /&gt;Jermaine: Like I before E except after C...&lt;br /&gt;Michael: And why 2 plus 2 makes four&lt;br /&gt;Now now now, I'm gonna teach you...&lt;br /&gt;J5: Teach you, teach you&lt;br /&gt;Michael: All about love, dear...&lt;br /&gt;J5: All about love&lt;br /&gt;Jermaine: Sit yourself down, take a seat&lt;br /&gt;All you gotta do is repeat after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;J5: ABC&lt;br /&gt;Michael: Easy as...&lt;br /&gt;J5: 123&lt;br /&gt;Michael: Or simple as...&lt;br /&gt;J5: Do re mi&lt;br /&gt;Michael: ABC, 123, baby, you and me girl&lt;br /&gt;J5: ABC&lt;br /&gt;Michael: Easy as...&lt;br /&gt;J5: 123&lt;br /&gt;Michael: As simple as...&lt;br /&gt;J5: Do re mi&lt;br /&gt;Michael: ABC, 123, baby, you and me girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J5: ABC&lt;br /&gt;Michael: Easy as...&lt;br /&gt;J5: 123&lt;br /&gt;Michael: Or simple as...&lt;br /&gt;J5: Do re mi&lt;br /&gt;Michael: ABC, 123, baby, you and me girl&lt;br /&gt;J5: ABC&lt;br /&gt;Michael: Easy as...&lt;br /&gt;J5: 123&lt;br /&gt;Michael: As simple as...&lt;br /&gt;J5: Do re mi&lt;br /&gt;Michael: ABC, 123, baby, you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tito: Come on, let me love you just a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Jackie: Come on, let me love you just a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Jermaine: I'm a going to teach how to sing it out&lt;br /&gt;Michael: Come on, come one, come on&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you what it's all about!&lt;br /&gt;Reading, writing and arithmetic&lt;br /&gt;Are the branches of the learning tree&lt;br /&gt;Jermaine: But without the roots of love every day, girl&lt;br /&gt;Michael: Your education ain't complete&lt;br /&gt;T-T-T-Teacher's gonna show you&lt;br /&gt;J5: Show you, show you&lt;br /&gt;Michael: How to get an A&lt;br /&gt;J5 How to get an A&lt;br /&gt;Jermaine: Spell "me" "you"&lt;br /&gt;Jermaine: Listen to me baby, that's all you gotta do&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT CHORUS twice&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE:&lt;br /&gt;ABC is easy like counting up 3&lt;br /&gt;That's how easy love can be&lt;br /&gt;that's how easy love can be&lt;br /&gt;sing a simple melody&lt;br /&gt;123, you and me&lt;br /&gt;Michael: Sit down, girl!&lt;br /&gt;I think I love you!&lt;br /&gt;No!&lt;br /&gt;Get up, girl!&lt;br /&gt;Show me what you can do!&lt;br /&gt;Shake it, shake it, baby, come on now!&lt;br /&gt;Shake it, shake it, baby, ooo oooh!&lt;br /&gt;Shake it shake it, baby, huh!&lt;br /&gt;ABC, baby, nah nah!&lt;br /&gt;123,&lt;br /&gt;Do re mi, baby, huh!&lt;br /&gt;That's how easy love can be.&lt;br /&gt;123, BABY,&lt;br /&gt;ABC, BABY,&lt;br /&gt;DO RE MI, BABY&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S HOW EASY LOVE CAN BE&lt;br /&gt;IT'S EASY, IT'S EASY LIKE COUNTING UP TO 3&lt;br /&gt;SING A SIMPLE MELODY&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S HOW EASY LOVE CAN BE&lt;br /&gt;Jermaine:I'M A GONNA TEACH YOU HOW TO SING IT LOUD&lt;br /&gt;Michael:COME ON, COME ON, COME ON,&lt;br /&gt;LEMME SHOW YOU WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT&lt;br /&gt;ABC, IT'S EASY , IT'S LIKE COUNTING UP TO 3&lt;br /&gt;SING A SIMPLE MELODY&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S HOW EASY LOVE CAN BE&lt;br /&gt;Jermaine:I'M A GONNA TEACH YOU HOW TO SING IT LOUD&lt;br /&gt;SING IT LOUD, SING IT, GO, SING IT, GO SING IT&lt;br /&gt;Michael:ABC, IT'S EASY AS 123.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18695905-8144700316563101790?l=missongspredilette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/feeds/8144700316563101790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18695905&amp;postID=8144700316563101790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/8144700316563101790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/8144700316563101790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/2009/06/abc.html' title='ABC'/><author><name>Sometimes Inviting Eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13813331722838966024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-2095151099253328654</id><published>2009-03-22T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T03:59:13.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why won't you die</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Why is everything so fucking hard for me? ... MUERTE Y DESTRUCCIÓN' TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=6750e48" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You fell away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What more can I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The feelings evolved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I won't let it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't replace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your screaming face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Feeling the sickness inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why won't you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your Blood in mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We'll be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Then your body will be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So many words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Can't describe my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This feelings evolved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So soon to break out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't relate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To a happy state&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Feeling the blood running side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why won't you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your Blood in mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We'll be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Then your body will be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why is everything so fuckin hard for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Keep me down to what you seek I still beg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Must you tell me and provoke the ministrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Keep on trying I'm not tight so weasel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why is everything so fuckin hard for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why is everything so fuckin hard for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why won't you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your Blood in mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We'll be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Then your body will be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why won't you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your Blood in mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We'll be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Then your body will be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18695905-2095151099253328654?l=missongspredilette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-4045255683905520164</id><published>2009-02-02T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T03:50:50.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did it all go wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Porque Oasis siempre ha estado ahí... y por alguna razón nunca había llegado aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHERE DID IT ALL GO WRONG - OASIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="281"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k5paPkyfKwhGbK9p4P&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k5paPkyfKwhGbK9p4P&amp;amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="380" height="281"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1c1fr_oasis-where-did-it-all-go-wrong_music"&gt;Oasis Where Did It All Go Wrong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cargado por &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/stopcryingyourheartoutcom"&gt;stopcryingyourheartoutcom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;You know that feeling you get&lt;br /&gt;You feel your older than time&lt;br /&gt;You aint exactly sure&lt;br /&gt;If youve been away a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you the reciepts&lt;br /&gt;For the friends that you buy&lt;br /&gt;And aint it bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;Youre only just getting by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That it wont let go&lt;br /&gt;It sticks around with you until the day you die&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That its touch and go&lt;br /&gt;I hope the tears dont stain the world that waits outside&lt;br /&gt;Where did it all go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And until youve repaid&lt;br /&gt;The dreams youve bought for your lies&lt;br /&gt;Youll be cast away&lt;br /&gt;Alone under stormy skies&lt;br /&gt;Alone under stormy skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That it wont let go&lt;br /&gt;It sticks around with you until the day you die&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That its touch and go&lt;br /&gt;I hope the tears dont stain the world that waits outside&lt;br /&gt;Where did it all go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That it wont let go&lt;br /&gt;It sticks around with you untill the day you die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That its touch and go&lt;br /&gt;I hope the tears dont stain the world that waits outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That it wont let go&lt;br /&gt;It sticks around with you untill the day you die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That its touch and go&lt;br /&gt;I hope the tears dont stain the world that waits outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did it all go wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18695905-4045255683905520164?l=missongspredilette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/feeds/4045255683905520164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18695905&amp;postID=4045255683905520164&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/4045255683905520164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/4045255683905520164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-did-it-all-go-wrong.html' title='Where did it all go wrong'/><author><name>Sometimes Inviting Eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13813331722838966024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-4949118834497296819</id><published>2008-12-05T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T03:47:30.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Como un fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Porque a todos nos encanta el momento de enamorarnos... como un fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;COMO UN FAN - LA CASA AZUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-weight: bold;" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=f1bf504" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;El vídeo oficial:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="225" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gLs8R9Zk-yA&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gLs8R9Zk-yA&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;El vídeo en acústico y directo (sólo para los muy fans) con la explicación previa de Guille sobre enamorarse como un fan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="225" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xETGoIMuAOw&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xETGoIMuAOw&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;¿Qué quieres que te diga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿que mi vida va genial...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿que todo transcurre tal y como lo pensé...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tal cual sin más....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Que todas mis decisiones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pasan por un autotune de aciertos...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué más da... Si no lo vas a escuchar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué quieres que te diga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿que escogiste lo mejor...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿que ya no quedaba amor...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿que no me merecías porque eras lo peor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿que tengo mil ilusiones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿que ya no queda ni un gramo de pena?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué más da... Nunca supiste escuchar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Que quieres que te diga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿que el tiempo va a mejorar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿que el gobierno está fatal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿que el barça hoy ha vuelto a pinchar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué quieres que te diga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que sin ti no puedo más,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que mi vida se rompió cuando te fuiste sin pensar que...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca, nunca más me iba a recuperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque cuando tú jugabas yo creía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que lo que hacías era amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y mientras,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo me enamoraba como un fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de tu voz, de tus amigos, de tu ropa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y de tu forma de mirar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué quieres que te diga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que prefiero pasear por la playa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y escuchar a billy joel o quizás a ben folds five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque sé que tú los odiabas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no eran suficientemente indies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qué más da....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tú siempre fuiste lo más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué quieres que te diga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que el trabajo no está mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que cerraron el local donde solíamos tocar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué quieres que te diga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que me arrancaste el corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y hoy se te ocurre venir a pedir perdón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;después de un siglo o dos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18695905-4949118834497296819?l=missongspredilette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/feeds/4949118834497296819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18695905&amp;postID=4949118834497296819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/4949118834497296819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/4949118834497296819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/2008/12/como-un-fan.html' title='Como un fan'/><author><name>Sometimes Inviting Eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13813331722838966024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-4982559948327525221</id><published>2008-11-06T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:52:17.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the gun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leave the bourbon on the shelf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'll drink it by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I love you endlessly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but Pachá is so tiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Brandon don't you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm not satisfied.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UNDER THE GUN - THE KILLERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jeMcJtOMI90&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jeMcJtOMI90&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She's got her halo and wings&lt;br /&gt;Hidden under his eyes&lt;br /&gt;But she's an angel for sure&lt;br /&gt;She just can't stop telling lies&lt;br /&gt;But it's too late for his love&lt;br /&gt;Already caught in a trap&lt;br /&gt;His angel's kiss was a joke&lt;br /&gt;And she is not coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because heaven sends and heaven takes&lt;br /&gt;Crashing cars in his brain&lt;br /&gt;Keep him tied up to a dream&lt;br /&gt;And only she can set him free&lt;br /&gt;And then he says to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now, kill me now&lt;br /&gt;Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now, kill me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah she's got a criminal mind&lt;br /&gt;He's got a reason to pray&lt;br /&gt;His life is under the gun&lt;br /&gt;He's got to hold every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he just wants to wake up&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, just to prove it's a dream&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's an angel for sure&lt;br /&gt;But that remains to be seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because heaven sends and heaven takes&lt;br /&gt;Crashing cars in his brain&lt;br /&gt;Keep him tied up to a dream&lt;br /&gt;And only she can set him free&lt;br /&gt;And then he says to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now, kill me now&lt;br /&gt;Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now, kill me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid on the streets of London&lt;br /&gt;James Dean in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Without her it's not the same&lt;br /&gt;The same, the same, but it's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because heaven sends and heaven takes&lt;br /&gt;Crashing cars in his brain&lt;br /&gt;Keep him tied up to a dream&lt;br /&gt;And only she can set him free&lt;br /&gt;And then he says to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now, kill me now&lt;br /&gt;Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now, kill me now&lt;br /&gt;Again and again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18695905-4982559948327525221?l=missongspredilette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/feeds/4982559948327525221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18695905&amp;postID=4982559948327525221&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/4982559948327525221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/4982559948327525221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/2008/11/under-gun.html' title='Under the gun'/><author><name>Sometimes Inviting Eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13813331722838966024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-6516035698706984208</id><published>2008-10-04T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T03:32:14.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAITH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Porque George Michael es más que el adolescente desgraciado de Arrested Development y tienes canciones e imágenes suyas que nunca vas a poder quitarte la cabeza, porque George Michael  ha sido más que arrestos policiales y un look reconocible para varias generaciones... porque me da la gana poner esta canción, vamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAITH - GEORGE MICHAEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k1vyT8eHIuDmvBf77u&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k1vyT8eHIuDmvBf77u&amp;amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x257jo_george-michael-faith_music"&gt;George Michael - Faith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cargado por &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/zocomoro"&gt;zocomoro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well I guess it would be nice&lt;br /&gt;If I could touch your body&lt;br /&gt;I know not everybody&lt;br /&gt;Has got a body like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've got to think twice&lt;br /&gt;Before I give my heart away&lt;br /&gt;And I know all the games you play&lt;br /&gt;Because I play them too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but I&lt;br /&gt;Need some time off from that emotion&lt;br /&gt;Time to pick my heart up off the floor&lt;br /&gt;And when that love comes down&lt;br /&gt;Without devotion&lt;br /&gt;Well it takes a strong man baby&lt;br /&gt;But I'm showing you the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I gotta have faith...&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, I gotta have faith&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I gotta have faith, faith,&lt;br /&gt;Mm 'cause I gotta have faith-a-faith-a-faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;I know you're asking me to stay&lt;br /&gt;Sayin' please, please, please, don't go away&lt;br /&gt;You say I'm giving you the blues&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;You mean every word you say&lt;br /&gt;Can't help but think of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;And another who tied me down to loverboy rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this river&lt;br /&gt;Becomes an ocean&lt;br /&gt;Before you throw my heart back on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby I reconsider&lt;br /&gt;My foolish notion&lt;br /&gt;Well I need someone to hold me&lt;br /&gt;But I'll wait for something more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I've gotta have faith...&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, I gotta have faith&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I gotta have faith, faith, faith,&lt;br /&gt;Mm 'cause I gotta have faith-a-faith-a-faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18695905-6516035698706984208?l=missongspredilette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/feeds/6516035698706984208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18695905&amp;postID=6516035698706984208&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/6516035698706984208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/6516035698706984208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/2008/10/porque-george-michael-es-ms-que-el.html' title='FAITH'/><author><name>Sometimes Inviting Eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13813331722838966024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-6998777884803683979</id><published>2008-09-09T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:46:55.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's not my name</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Porque así empezaron mis vacaciones de verano... y ahora las echo de menos una jartá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE TING TINGS - THAT'S NOT MY NAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="336" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k7eRHhMeue2Ui1AXMQ&amp;amp;colors=special:EBBA1C;&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k7eRHhMeue2Ui1AXMQ&amp;amp;colors=special:EBBA1C;&amp;amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="336" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x58tk0_the-ting-tings-thats-not-my-name-ne_music"&gt;The Ting Tings - That's Not My Name (New)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cargado por &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/wonderful-life1989"&gt;wonderful-life1989&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Four letter word just to get me along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's a difficulty and I'm biting on my tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I Keep stalling, keeping it together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;People around I gotto find something to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Holding back everyday the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Don't wanna be a loner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Listen to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I never say anything at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;So with nothing to consider they forget my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;They call me hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;They call me Stacey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;They call me her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;They call me Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;That's not my name...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;They call me quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But I'm a riot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mary-Jo-Lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Always the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;That's not my name...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I miss the catch when they throw me the ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm the last chick standing up against the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Keep falling, these heels that keep me boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Getting glammed up and sitting on the fence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;So alone all the time and I lock myself away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Listen to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thought I'm dressed up out 'n all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;With everything considered they forget my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;They call me hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;They call me Stacey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;They call me her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;They call me Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;That's not my name...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;They call me quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But I'm a riot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mary-Jo-Lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Always the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;That's not my name...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Are you calling me darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Are you calling me bird...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18695905-6998777884803683979?l=missongspredilette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/feeds/6998777884803683979/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18695905&amp;postID=6998777884803683979&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/6998777884803683979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/6998777884803683979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/2008/09/thats-not-my-name.html' title='That&apos;s not my name'/><author><name>Sometimes Inviting Eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13813331722838966024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-5886338613166772451</id><published>2008-07-28T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T08:32:25.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STIRB NICHT VOR MIR (Don't die before I do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Porque sí. Es un temazo. Y punto en boca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; Y sólo el vídeo que ya incluye letra y traducción... luego quejarsus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;STIRB NICHT VOR MIR - RAMMSTEIN &amp;amp; SHARLEEN SPITERI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y214OA8W_-Q&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y214OA8W_-Q&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18695905-5886338613166772451?l=missongspredilette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/feeds/5886338613166772451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18695905&amp;postID=5886338613166772451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/5886338613166772451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/5886338613166772451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/2008/07/stirb-nicht-vor-mir-dont-die-before-i.html' title='STIRB NICHT VOR MIR (Don&apos;t die before I do'/><author><name>Sometimes Inviting Eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13813331722838966024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-2032169555598686482</id><published>2008-06-25T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T05:02:27.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INVENCIBLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Porque podía haber sido sin duda una de las Cosas que Nunca Te Dije porque Acabo de Descubrirlo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INVENCIBLE - MUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jwed_2Y8Ypw&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jwed_2Y8Ypw&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Follow through&lt;br /&gt;Make your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;You will be all right&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's no one like you&lt;br /&gt;In the universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;What your mind conceives&lt;br /&gt;You should make a stand&lt;br /&gt;Stand up for what you believe&lt;br /&gt;And tonight we can truly say&lt;br /&gt;Together we're invincible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during the struggle&lt;br /&gt;They will pull us down&lt;br /&gt;But please, please let's use this chance to&lt;br /&gt;Turn things around&lt;br /&gt;And tonight we can truly say&lt;br /&gt;Together we're invincible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it on your own&lt;br /&gt;Makes no difference to me&lt;br /&gt;What you leave behind&lt;br /&gt;What you choose to be&lt;br /&gt;and whatever they say&lt;br /&gt;Your soul's unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during the struggle&lt;br /&gt;They will pull us down&lt;br /&gt;But please, please let's use this chance to&lt;br /&gt;Turn things around&lt;br /&gt;And tonight we can truly say&lt;br /&gt;Together we're invincible&lt;br /&gt;Together we're invincible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during the struggle&lt;br /&gt;They will pull us down&lt;br /&gt;Please, please let's use this chance to&lt;br /&gt;Turn things around&lt;br /&gt;And tonight we can truly say&lt;br /&gt;Together we're invincible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18695905-2032169555598686482?l=missongspredilette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/feeds/2032169555598686482/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18695905&amp;postID=2032169555598686482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/2032169555598686482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/2032169555598686482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/2008/06/invencible.html' title='INVENCIBLE'/><author><name>Sometimes Inviting Eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13813331722838966024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-9194569893203721398</id><published>2008-06-09T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T03:02:21.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Das Alles wär nie passiert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque anhelo un momento de sinrazón y un prosecco al que culpar sin culpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANNETT LOUISAN - DAS ALLES WÄR NIE PASSIERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QXs3GzsDb2U&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QXs3GzsDb2U&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nachts in die Badeanstalt&lt;br /&gt;Und danach mit den Bullen aufs Revier&lt;br /&gt;Der Kuss in der Schrankwand der Eltern&lt;br /&gt;Ein Herz und zwei Namen im Furnier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die ewige Blutsbrüderschaft&lt;br /&gt;Und am nächsten Tag nicht mehr erkannt&lt;br /&gt;Drei Stunden mit dem Taxi um dem Block&lt;br /&gt;Weil ich den Fahrer so niedlich fand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drei Mädels im Bayerntrikot&lt;br /&gt;In der Südkurve vom HSV&lt;br /&gt;Der ehrliche Brief an den Chef&lt;br /&gt;Und das Engtanzen mit seiner Frau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die alberne Anbagger-Wette&lt;br /&gt;Im Urlaub und die Hochzeit danach&lt;br /&gt;Latein als Leistungskurs&lt;br /&gt;Diese Frisur und mein Plattenvertrag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das alles wär nie passiert&lt;br /&gt;Das alles wär nie passiert&lt;br /&gt;Das alles wär nie passiert&lt;br /&gt;Ohne Prosecco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonntagmorgen 17 Uhr 10&lt;br /&gt;Es weckt mich das Telefon&lt;br /&gt;Ich hab nichts als die Stiefel noch an&lt;br /&gt;Meine Sinne sind nicht mehr synchron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alles, was ich von gestern noch weiß&lt;br /&gt;Ist wie ich in Ekstase geriet&lt;br /&gt;Ich schrie: ”Auf die Revolution!&lt;br /&gt;Reißt die Mucke auf - Das ist mein Lied!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der Freund auf dem Anrufbeantworter brüllt:&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, was hast du genommen?”&lt;br /&gt;Er sagt mein BH sei auf eBay&lt;br /&gt;Wie bin ich nach hause gekommen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Himmel, Arsch, wieso bin ich gepierct&lt;br /&gt;Und was soll dieses Schlangen-Tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;Wessen Zeug liegt auf meinem Bett&lt;br /&gt;Und wer zum Teufel bist du?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das alles wär nie passiert&lt;br /&gt;Das alles wär nie passiert&lt;br /&gt;Das alles wär nie passiert&lt;br /&gt;Ohne Prosecco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18695905-9194569893203721398?l=missongspredilette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/feeds/9194569893203721398/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18695905&amp;postID=9194569893203721398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/9194569893203721398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/9194569893203721398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/2008/06/das-alles-wr-nie-passiert.html' title='Das Alles wär nie passiert'/><author><name>Sometimes Inviting Eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13813331722838966024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-7796718758701743448</id><published>2008-05-22T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T03:06:41.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixteen Tons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Porque un OP's mail me la ha recordado... Ddctd to her, faltaría más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIXTEEN TONS - TENNESSEE ERNIE FORD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HMWBhVNFlZs&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HMWBhVNFlZs&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some people say a man is made outta mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A poor man's made outta muscle and blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muscle and blood and skin and bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You load sixteen tons, what do you get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another day older and deeper in debt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I owe my soul to the company store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You load sixteen tons, what do you get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another day older and deeper in debt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I owe my soul to the company store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fightin' and trouble are my middle name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You load sixteen tons, what do you get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another day older and deeper in debt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I owe my soul to the company store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you see me comin', better step aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One fist of iron, the other of steel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If the right one don't a-get you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then the left one will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You load sixteen tons, what do you get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another day older and deeper in debt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I owe my soul to the company store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18695905-7796718758701743448?l=missongspredilette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/feeds/7796718758701743448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18695905&amp;postID=7796718758701743448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/7796718758701743448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/7796718758701743448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/2008/05/sixteen-tons.html' title='Sixteen Tons'/><author><name>Sometimes Inviting Eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13813331722838966024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-8335674841555235689</id><published>2008-04-21T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T02:38:12.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Porque estoy en casa otra vez... y blackmore's night me da paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   HOME AGAIN - BLACKMORE'S NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tjc2jQqQAqE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tjc2jQqQAqE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been many places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've traveled 'round the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Always on the search for something new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But what does it matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When all the roads I've crossed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Always seem to return to you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Old familiar faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone you meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Following the ways of the land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cobblestones and lanterns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lining every street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calling me to come home again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dancing in the moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singing in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, it's good to be back home again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laughing in the sunlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Running down the lane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, it's good to be back home again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you play with fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes you get burned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It happens when you take a chance or two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But time is never wasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you've lived and learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And in time it comes back to you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And when I got weary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd sit a while and rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Memories invading my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All the things I'd treasured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The ones I'd loved the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Were the things that I'd left behind…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18695905-8335674841555235689?l=missongspredilette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/feeds/8335674841555235689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18695905&amp;postID=8335674841555235689&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/8335674841555235689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/8335674841555235689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/2008/04/home-again.html' title='Home again'/><author><name>Sometimes Inviting Eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13813331722838966024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-5720837990999760368</id><published>2008-03-31T10:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T10:21:24.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WILD THING</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;It's awesome!  Porque siempre termina cayéndome bien el que se une a canturrearla conmigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WILD THING - THE TROGGS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4qHX493bB3U&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4qHX493bB3U&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wild thing...you make my heart sing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You make everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Groovy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I said wild thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wild thing, I think I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I wanna know for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come on, hold me tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wild thing...you make my heart sing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You make everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Groovy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I said wild thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wild thing, I think you move me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I wanna know for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So come on, hold me tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You move me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18695905-5720837990999760368?l=missongspredilette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/feeds/5720837990999760368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18695905&amp;postID=5720837990999760368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/5720837990999760368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/5720837990999760368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/2008/03/wild-thing.html' title='WILD THING'/><author><name>Sometimes Inviting Eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13813331722838966024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-8250700244250333481</id><published>2008-03-13T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T02:26:12.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Booklovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Porque Versión me ha hecho sonreír en una mañana muy jodida... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BOOKLOVERS - DIVINE COMEDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(No la encuentro por ningún lado..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" href="http://www.ipernity.com/doc/35641/1276418"&gt;. pincha aquí y dale al play&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Ng? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Aphra benn: hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Cervantes: donkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Daniel defoe: to christen the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Samuel richardson: hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Henry fielding: tittle-tattle tittle-tattle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Lawrence sterne: hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Mary wolstencraft: vindicated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Jane austen: here I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Sir walter scott: we’re all doomed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Leo tolstoy: yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Honoré de balzac: oui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Edgar allen poe: aaaarrrggghhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Charlotte brontë: hello...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Emily brontë: hello...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Anne brontë: hellooo..? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Nikolai gogol: vas chi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Gustav flaubert: oui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; William makepeace thackeray: call me ’william makepeace thackeray’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Nathaniel hawthorne: the letter ’a’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Herman melville: ahoy there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Charles dickens: london is so beautiful this time of year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Anthony trollope: good-good-good-good evening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Fyodor dostoevsky: here come the sleepers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Mark twain: I can’t even spell ’mississippi’!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; George eliot: george reads german&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Emile zola: j’accuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Henry james: howdy miss wharton!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Thomas hardy: ooo-arrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Joseph conrad: I’m a bloody boring writer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Katherine mansfield: [cough cough]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Edith wharton: well hello, mr james!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Dh lawrence: never heard of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Em forster: never heard of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Happy the man, and happy he alone who in all honesty can call today his own;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; He who has life and strength enough to say ’yesterday’s dead &amp;amp; gone - I want to live today’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; James joyce: hello there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Virginia woolf: I’m losing my mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Marcel proust: je me’en souviens plus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; F scott fitzgerald: baa bababa baa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Ernest hemingway: I forgot the....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Hermann hesse: oh es ist alle so häßlich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Evelyn waugh: whoooaarr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; William faulkner: tu connait william faulkner? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Anaïs nin: the strand of pearls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Ford maddox ford: any colour, as long as it’s black!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Jean-paul sartre: let’s go to the dome, simone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Simone de beauvoir: c’est exact present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Albert camus: the beach... the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Franz kafka: what do you want from me? !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Thomas mann: mam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Graham greene: call me ’pinky’, lovely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Jack kerouac: me car’s broken down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; William s burroughs: wowwww!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Happy the man, and happy he alone who in all honesty can call today his own;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; He who has life and strength enough to say ’yesterday’s dead &amp;amp; gone - I want to live today’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Kingsley amis: [cough]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Doris lessing: I hate men!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Vladimir nabokov: hello, little girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; William golding: achtung busby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Jg ballard: instrument binnacle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Richard brautigan: how are you doing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Milan kundera: I don’t do interviews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Ivy compton burnett: hello...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Paul theroux: have a nice day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; G¨¹nter grass: I’ve found snails!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Gore vidal: oh, it makes me mad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; John updike: run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Kazuro ishiguro: ah so, old chap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Malcolm bradbury: stroke john steinbeck, stroke jd salinger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Iain banks: too orangey for crows!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; As byatt: nine tenths of the law, you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Martin amis: [burp]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Brett easton ellis: aaaaarrrggghhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Umberto eco: I don’t understand this either...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Gabriel garcia marquez: mi casa es su casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Roddy doyle: ha ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Salman rushdie: names will live forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18695905-8250700244250333481?l=missongspredilette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/feeds/8250700244250333481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18695905&amp;postID=8250700244250333481&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/8250700244250333481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/8250700244250333481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/2008/03/porque-versin-me-ha-hecho-sonrer-en-una.html' title='The Booklovers'/><author><name>Sometimes Inviting Eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13813331722838966024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-8850038522419522739</id><published>2008-03-11T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T04:04:11.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DU HAST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Du_hast"&gt;Por la polémica de los estudiantes de alemán: ¿me odias o me tienes?&lt;/a&gt; (palabras homófonas en alemán). Y porque es la canción que me resuena en la cabeza cuando me enfado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DU HAST - RAMMSTEIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mm2eT-sTVys&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mm2eT-sTVys&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Du&lt;br /&gt;Du hast&lt;br /&gt;Du hast mich&lt;br /&gt;Du hast mich gefragt&lt;br /&gt;Du hast mich gefragt&lt;br /&gt;Du hast mich gefragt&lt;br /&gt;Und ich hab' nichts gesagt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willst du bis der Tod euch scheidet&lt;br /&gt;Treu ihr sein für alle Tage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willst du bis zum Tod, der Scheide&lt;br /&gt;Sie lieben auch in schlechten Tagen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nein&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18695905-8850038522419522739?l=missongspredilette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/feeds/8850038522419522739/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18695905&amp;postID=8850038522419522739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/8850038522419522739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/8850038522419522739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/2008/03/du-hast.html' title='DU HAST'/><author><name>Sometimes Inviting Eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13813331722838966024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-5818559682647738677</id><published>2008-03-06T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T03:24:57.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El gallo Eduardo Montenegro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Porque saaaaan se acabó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;EL GALLO EDUARDO MONTENEGRO - ALBERT PLÁ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wHRxr4Q5NY8&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wHRxr4Q5NY8&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Los pajaritos cantan,&lt;br /&gt;las nubes se levantan&lt;br /&gt;las gallinas ponedoras&lt;br /&gt;en vez de poner huevos&lt;br /&gt;consuelan a un gallito desolado&lt;br /&gt;pues como cada mañana&lt;br /&gt;cuando fue a anunciar el día&lt;br /&gt;el gallo se quedó sin habla&lt;br /&gt;la voz no le salía&lt;br /&gt;tenía una afonía y ni cacarear podía&lt;br /&gt;por mucho que abriera el pico no le salía ni pío&lt;br /&gt;¿cómo iba a empezar el día si su canto no se oía?&lt;br /&gt;estaba convencido que el mundo se acabaría&lt;br /&gt;así que San se acabó&lt;br /&gt;el sol sólo saldrá&lt;br /&gt;el día en que las gallinas&lt;br /&gt;se pongan a mear&lt;br /&gt;presta atención&lt;br /&gt;a lo que este gallo afónico te quisiera decir&lt;br /&gt;kikirikikí...&lt;br /&gt;Los pajaritos cantan,&lt;br /&gt;las nubes se levantan&lt;br /&gt;y el mundo gira gira y gira&lt;br /&gt;y el sol brilla brilla y brilla&lt;br /&gt;creer que se detendría&lt;br /&gt;porque un gallo padeciera una afonía&lt;br /&gt;eso era una tontería&lt;br /&gt;como esa que algunos hombres creen&lt;br /&gt;que viven eternamente&lt;br /&gt;que su alma sube al cielo&lt;br /&gt;aunque su cuerpo haya muerto&lt;br /&gt;¡como si en el firmamento&lt;br /&gt;hubiera sitio para tantos!&lt;br /&gt;San se acabó&lt;br /&gt;lo único que sube al cielo&lt;br /&gt;son los pedosque se tiran los gusanos&lt;br /&gt;cuando comen sus despojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parecía el patito feo abandonando el gallinero&lt;br /&gt;le despedían con pañuelos llorando sus gallinas&lt;br /&gt;sin rumbo ni norte alguno&lt;br /&gt;y errando se fue el gallo&lt;br /&gt;hasta que un día muy cansado&lt;br /&gt;se paró a dormir un poco&lt;br /&gt;era el reposo del guerrero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y en un bosque encantado&lt;br /&gt;bajo un roble milenario&lt;br /&gt;no hay futuro dijo el sabio&lt;br /&gt;siguió preguntando en vano&lt;br /&gt;¿quién puñeta fue primero?&lt;br /&gt;¿fue la gallina o fue el huevo?&lt;br /&gt;San se acabó&lt;br /&gt;y el amanecer llegó y no se oyó cantar un gallo&lt;br /&gt;ese día tan absurdo lo estaba anunciando un búho&lt;br /&gt;presta atención&lt;br /&gt;a lo que un burro cualquiera opinaría&lt;br /&gt;sobre esta absurda cuestión&lt;br /&gt;ay ay ay ay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los pajaritos callan&lt;br /&gt;y es que era un búho que no cantaba&lt;br /&gt;"hola gallo" dijo el búho&lt;br /&gt;esto es un bosque encantado&lt;br /&gt;soy el bicho que buscabas&lt;br /&gt;yo soy quien despierta al sol cada mañana&lt;br /&gt;al lobo vegetariano y al león republicano&lt;br /&gt;y a todos los bichos raros&lt;br /&gt;soy un búho yo soy brujo&lt;br /&gt;¿te has fijado que cursi es la moraleja&lt;br /&gt;del cuento de la lechera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí nada es como parece&lt;br /&gt;aquí uno no nace aqui uno se hace&lt;br /&gt;sin que nadie te lo mande&lt;br /&gt;sólo se hace lo que place&lt;br /&gt;¡atrévete si quieres&lt;br /&gt;a no hacer nunca lo que debes!&lt;br /&gt;San se acabó&lt;br /&gt;aquí hay gallo encerrado&lt;br /&gt;¿donde está el cuarto pié del gato?&lt;br /&gt;más vale pregunta en mano&lt;br /&gt;que cien respuestas volando&lt;br /&gt;presta atención&lt;br /&gt;yo sé cómo arreglar el mundo&lt;br /&gt;ruego un poco de silencio&lt;br /&gt;lo diré bien fuerte y claro ¡pero sólo una vez!&lt;br /&gt;yo cantaré así o así o asá&lt;br /&gt;como a mí me dé la gana cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los pajaritos cantan&lt;br /&gt;las nubes se levantan&lt;br /&gt;¿en verdad quién fue primero?&lt;br /&gt;¿la tortuga o el conejo?&lt;br /&gt;¿existe realmente una gallina&lt;br /&gt;que ponga los huevos de oro?&lt;br /&gt;érase una vez un gallo&lt;br /&gt;que sabía el final del cuento&lt;br /&gt;que fueron muy felices, que comieron perdices&lt;br /&gt;a mí me importa un pito&lt;br /&gt;si el mundo funciona a pilas&lt;br /&gt;con butano o gasolina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es doloroso ser sabio&lt;br /&gt;y descubrir la sopa de ajo&lt;br /&gt;apartó un árbol enorme&lt;br /&gt;y por fin pudo ver el bosque&lt;br /&gt;y yo lo que quiero es largarme&lt;br /&gt;con la música a otra parte&lt;br /&gt;San se acabó&lt;br /&gt;los músicos de bremen han sido asesinados&lt;br /&gt;el burro, el perro, el gato&lt;br /&gt;y el cádaver del gallo&lt;br /&gt;aún nadie lo ha encontrado&lt;br /&gt;presta atención&lt;br /&gt;sabes tú qué pasaría&lt;br /&gt;si el viento y el agua&lt;br /&gt;y toas las cosas transparentes&lt;br /&gt;de repente&lt;br /&gt;tuvieran color...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18695905-5818559682647738677?l=missongspredilette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/feeds/5818559682647738677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18695905&amp;postID=5818559682647738677&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/5818559682647738677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/5818559682647738677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/2008/03/el-gallo-eduardo-montenegro.html' title='El gallo Eduardo Montenegro'/><author><name>Sometimes Inviting Eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13813331722838966024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-8998171768846316558</id><published>2008-03-03T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T05:51:52.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You give love a bad name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000439/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;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...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;It's going to be legendary!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000439/"&gt;by  Barney&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(el verdadero protagonista de How I meet your mother)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to ozk to talk me about this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME - BON JOVI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hohac-f6pak&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hohac-f6pak&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;An angels smile is what you sell&lt;br /&gt;You promise me heaven, then put me through hell&lt;br /&gt;Chains of love got a hold on me&lt;br /&gt;When passions a prison, you cant break free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youre a loaded gun&lt;br /&gt;Theres nowhere to run&lt;br /&gt;No one can save me&lt;br /&gt;The damage is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Shot through the heart&lt;br /&gt;And youre to blame&lt;br /&gt;You give love a bad name&lt;br /&gt;I play my part and you play your game&lt;br /&gt;You give love a bad name&lt;br /&gt;You give love a bad name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint your smile on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Blood red nails on your fingertips&lt;br /&gt;A school boys dream, you act so shy&lt;br /&gt;Your very first kiss was your first kiss goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youre a loaded gun&lt;br /&gt;Theres nowhere to run&lt;br /&gt;No one can save me&lt;br /&gt;The damage is done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18695905-8998171768846316558?l=missongspredilette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/feeds/8998171768846316558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18695905&amp;postID=8998171768846316558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/8998171768846316558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/8998171768846316558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-give-love-bad-name.html' title='You give love a bad name'/><author><name>Sometimes Inviting Eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13813331722838966024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-1644544121400887517</id><published>2008-02-26T06:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T06:26:10.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOWNTOWN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PETULA CLARK - DOWNTOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- ahórrate spoilers escuchándola -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;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"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=1e35d71"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;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"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Porque yo no me hago responsable de los spoilers que este vídeo suponga para ti -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OFQi3FERzxM&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OFQi3FERzxM&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you're alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And life is making you lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you can always go down town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you got worries,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All the noise and the hurry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seems to help,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know down town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just listen to the music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of the traffic in the city,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;linger on the sidewalks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where the neon signs are pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How can you lose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The lights are much brighter there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can forget all your troubles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forget all your cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So go down town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things'll be great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you're down town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No finer place for sure-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Down town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything's waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Down town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't hang around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And let your problems surround you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there are movie shows down town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe you know some little places to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to where they never close down town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just listen to the rhythm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of a gentle bossa nova.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You'll be dancing with 'em too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before the night is over happy again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The lights are much brighter there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can forget all your troubles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forget all your cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So go down town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where all the lights are bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Down town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waiting for you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Down town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're gonna be alright now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Down town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you're alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And life is making you lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you can always go down town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you got worries,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All the noise and the hurry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seems to help,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know down town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you may find somebody kind-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To help and understand you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;someone who is just like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And needs a gentle hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To guide them along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So maybe I'll see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There we can forget all our troubles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forget all our cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So go down town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things'll be great when you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Down town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't wait a minute more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Down town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything's waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Down town.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18695905-1644544121400887517?l=missongspredilette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/feeds/1644544121400887517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18695905&amp;postID=1644544121400887517&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/1644544121400887517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/1644544121400887517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/2008/02/downtown.html' title='DOWNTOWN'/><author><name>Sometimes Inviting Eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13813331722838966024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-973938965146498707</id><published>2008-02-20T09:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T02:30:45.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No más myolastán</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;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 &lt;a href="http://martyr.xalernita.com/"&gt;xalernita&lt;/a&gt; me la twitterdescubriese llevaba yo buscando al grupo de la canción final de Pocholo&amp;amp;Borjamari - cosas peores he visto- (&lt;a href="http://www.goear.com/listen.php?v=c47f656"&gt;Chicle cosmos&lt;/a&gt;) con infructuoso resultado (todo hay que decirlo), y porque sí, porque a mi contractura el myolastán le hizo ni fú ni fá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.myspace.com/lacasaazulband"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://es.myspace.com/lacasaazulband"&gt; NO MÁS MYOLASTÁN - LA CASA AZUL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=c7bf274"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;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"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Y la actuación en directo la coloco también, hale, porque es en el Auditorio de Murcia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vvzj0DK1p6w&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vvzj0DK1p6w&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Me cortaron las alas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;con esmero y meticulosidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Y me vistieron con un frac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;A analizar, con tesón,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Las desgracias de los demás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Y a crear la solución&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Y vendérsela aprisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Y a mi, ¿quién me analiza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;No más Myolastan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;no más Doxilamina, no más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Hoy empieza mi nueva vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Voy a cambiar el final, a volver a volar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;(It’s your turn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;No más Myolastan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;no más Doxilamina, no más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Hoy empieza mi nueva vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Voy a cambiar el final, a volver a volar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;(Ya no hay nada que me lo impida)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Recibí condolencias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;expresiones de lástima y pesar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Y aún no lo entiendo la verdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Si al final, un error&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Nos trae la felicidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Y un desliz la ocasión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Para hacer que en la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Haya más de una salida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Pueden pensar que si no me arrepiento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Al instante, un gran muro de cemento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Cerrará mi camino a las puertas del paraíso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18695905-973938965146498707?l=missongspredilette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/feeds/973938965146498707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18695905&amp;postID=973938965146498707&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/973938965146498707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/973938965146498707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-ms-myolastn.html' title='No más myolastán'/><author><name>Sometimes Inviting Eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13813331722838966024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-397630972251288752</id><published>2008-01-12T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:46:41.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>U CAN'T TOUCH THIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENSI HAMMER - CAN'T TOUCH THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EMzoBkaFxh4&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EMzoBkaFxh4&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Can't touch this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Can’t touch this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Can't touch this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Can’t touch this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;My, my, my, my music hits me so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Makes me say oh my Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Thank you for blessing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;With a mind to rhyme and two hyped feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Feels good when you know you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A superdope homeboy from the Oaktown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And I'm known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;as such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And this is a beat uh you can't touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I told you homeboy,can't touch this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yeah, that's how we livin' and ya know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;can't touch this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Look in my eyes man, can't touch this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yo let me bust the funky lyrics, you can’t touch this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Fresh new kicks and pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You got it like that now you know wanna dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So move out of your seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And get a fly girl and catch this beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;While it's rollin' hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Pump a little bit and let them know it's going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Like that, like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Cold on a mission so fall on back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Let 'em know that you're too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And this is a beat uh they can't touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yo I told you, can't touch this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Why you standing there man, can't touch this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yo sound the bell school is in sucker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;, can't touch this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Give me a song or rhythm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Making no sweat that's what I'm giving 'em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So now they know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You talk about the Hammer when you’re talking ‘bout a show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;That's hyped and tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Singers are sweatin' so pass them a wipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Or a tape to learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;What it's gonna take in the 90's to burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The charts legit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Either work hard or you might as well quit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;That's word because you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Can't touch this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Can't touch this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Break it down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Stop! Hammer time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Go with the flow it is said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;If you can't move to this then you probably are dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So wave your hands in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Bust a few moves run your fingers through your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;This is it for a winner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dance to this and you're gonna get thinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Now move slide your rump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Just for a minute let's all do the bump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Bump bump bump yeah, you can't touch this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Look man, can't touch this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You'll probably get hyped boy 'cause you know you can't,can't touch this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ring the bell school's back in, break it down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Stop! Hammer time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Can't touch this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Can't touch this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Can't touch this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Break it down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Stop! Hammer time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Every time you see me, that Hammer's just so hype&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm dope on the floor and I'm magic on the mic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Now why would I ever stop doing this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;With others makin' records that just don’t hit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I toured around the world from London to The Bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It's Hammer go Hammer MC Hammer Yo Hammer and the rest can go and play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Can't touch this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Can't touch this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Can't touch this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yea, Can't touch this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I told you, can't touch this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Too hype can't touch this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Get me outta here, you can't touch this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18695905-397630972251288752?l=missongspredilette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/feeds/397630972251288752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18695905&amp;postID=397630972251288752&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/397630972251288752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/397630972251288752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/2008/01/u-cant-touch-this.html' title='U CAN&apos;T TOUCH THIS'/><author><name>Sometimes Inviting Eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13813331722838966024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-2855403280298421800</id><published>2007-12-02T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T02:47:56.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TESSIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;A mí me gusta más que el &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"a por ellos oe  a por ellos oe".&lt;/span&gt;.. contagia más espíritu ganador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo de historia sobre &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tessie"&gt;Tessie&lt;/a&gt;(en inglés) o sobre &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dropkick_Murphys" title="Dropkick Murphys"&gt;Dropkick Murphys (en español)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;TESSIE - DROPKICK MURPHYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WVvQa21zojs&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WVvQa21zojs&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Tessie is the Royal Rooters' rally cry&lt;br /&gt;Tessie is the tune they always sung&lt;br /&gt;Tessie echoed April through October nights&lt;br /&gt;After serenading &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chick_Stahl" title="Chick Stahl"&gt;Stahl&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Dinneen" title="Bill Dinneen"&gt;Dineen&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cy_Young" title="Cy Young"&gt;Young&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessie is a maiden with the sparkling eyes&lt;br /&gt;Tessie is a maiden with the love&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know the meaning of her sight&lt;br /&gt;She's got a comment full of love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes when the game is on the line&lt;br /&gt;Tessie always carried them away&lt;br /&gt;Up the road from Third Base to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huntington_Ave" title="Huntington Ave"&gt;Huntington&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys will always sing and sway&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two! Three! Four!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tessie," &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_T._McGreevy" title="Michael T. McGreevy"&gt;"Nuff Ced" McGreevy&lt;/a&gt; shouted,&lt;br /&gt;"We're not here to mess around&lt;br /&gt;Boston, you know we love you madly&lt;br /&gt;Hear the crowd roar to your sound&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame us if we ever doubt you&lt;br /&gt;You know we couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Tessie, you are the only, only, only"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rooters showed up at the grounds one day&lt;br /&gt;They found their seats had all been sold&lt;br /&gt;McGreevey led the charge into the park&lt;br /&gt;Stormed the gates and put the game on hold&lt;br /&gt;The Rooters gave the other team a dreadful fright&lt;br /&gt;Boston's tenth man could not be wrong&lt;br /&gt;Up from "Third Base" to Huntington&lt;br /&gt;They'd sing another victory song&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two! Three! Four!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tessie," "Nuff Ced" McGreevey shouted,&lt;br /&gt;"We're not here to mess around&lt;br /&gt;Boston, you know we love you madly&lt;br /&gt;Hear the crowd roar to your sound&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame us if we ever doubt you&lt;br /&gt;You know we couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Tessie, you are the only only only"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rooters gave the other team a dreadful fright&lt;br /&gt;Boston's tenth man could not be wrong&lt;br /&gt;Up from "Third Base" to Huntington&lt;br /&gt;They'd sing another victory song&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two! Three! Four!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tessie," "Nuff Ced" McGreevey shouted&lt;br /&gt;"We're not here to mess around&lt;br /&gt;Boston, you know we love you madly&lt;br /&gt;Hear the crowd roar to your sound&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame us if we ever doubt you&lt;br /&gt;You know we couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Tessie, you are the only only only"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame us if we ever doubt you&lt;br /&gt;You know we couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Boston, you are the only only only&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame us if we ever doubt you&lt;br /&gt;You know we couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Red Sox, you are the only only only&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18695905-2855403280298421800?l=missongspredilette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/feeds/2855403280298421800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18695905&amp;postID=2855403280298421800&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/2855403280298421800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/2855403280298421800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/2007/12/tessie.html' title='TESSIE'/><author><name>Sometimes Inviting Eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13813331722838966024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-6667314592920356076</id><published>2007-11-29T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T08:03:08.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AIN'T GOT NO - I GOT LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Porque no conozco a nadie a quien no le guste esta canción&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.songlyrics.com/song-lyrics/Nina+Simone/Miscellaneous/Ain%27t+Got+NoI+Got+Life/92036.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; AIN'T GOT NO... I GOT LIFE - NINA SIMONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SDFiCLNhM8k&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SDFiCLNhM8k&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got no money, ain't got no class&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schoolin'&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got no wear, ain't got no job&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got no man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got no father, ain't got no mother&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got no children, ain't got no&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got no earth, ain't got no water&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got no ticket, ain't got no token&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got no love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my hair, I got my head&lt;br /&gt;I got my brains, I got my ears&lt;br /&gt;I got my eyes, I got my nose&lt;br /&gt;I got my mouth, I got my smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my tongue, I got my chin&lt;br /&gt;I got my neck, I got my tits&lt;br /&gt;I got my heart, I got my soul&lt;br /&gt;I got my back, I got my sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my arms, I got my hands&lt;br /&gt;I got my fingers, Got my legs&lt;br /&gt;I got my feet, I got my toes&lt;br /&gt;I got my liver, Got my blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got life , I got my freedom&lt;br /&gt;I got my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18695905-6667314592920356076?l=missongspredilette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/feeds/6667314592920356076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18695905&amp;postID=6667314592920356076&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/6667314592920356076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/6667314592920356076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/2007/11/aint-got-no-i-got-life.html' title='AIN&apos;T GOT NO - I GOT LIFE'/><author><name>Sometimes Inviting Eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13813331722838966024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-5709868302159543990</id><published>2007-11-07T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T04:09:36.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monochrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Porque me recuerda que hay personas con varita mágica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.uplyrics.com/yann_tiersen_lyrics_4383/monochrome_lyrics_162120.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MONOCHROME - YANN TIERSEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Do_HpqILPLo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Do_HpqILPLo&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, I can try&lt;br /&gt;Anything it's the same circle&lt;br /&gt;That leads to nowhere and I'm tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've lost my face,&lt;br /&gt;My dignity, my look,&lt;br /&gt;Everything is gone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't be scared,&lt;br /&gt;I found a good job and I go to work&lt;br /&gt;Every day on my old bicycle you loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pilling up some unread books under my bed&lt;br /&gt;And I really think I'll never read again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No concentration,&lt;br /&gt;Just a white disorder&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere around me,&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm so tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry&lt;br /&gt;I often go to dinners and parties&lt;br /&gt;With some old friends who care for me,&lt;br /&gt;Take me back home and stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monochrome floors, monochrome walls,&lt;br /&gt;Only absence near me,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but silence around me.&lt;br /&gt;Monochrome flat, monochrome life,&lt;br /&gt;Only absence near me,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but silence around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I search an event&lt;br /&gt;Or something to remind,&lt;br /&gt;But I've really got nothing in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I open the windows&lt;br /&gt;And listen people walking in the down streets.&lt;br /&gt;There is a life out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't be scared,&lt;br /&gt;I found a good job and I go to work&lt;br /&gt;Every day on my old bicycle you loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can try&lt;br /&gt;Anything it's the same circle&lt;br /&gt;That leads to nowhere and I'm tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've lost my face,&lt;br /&gt;My dignity, my look,&lt;br /&gt;Everything is gone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry&lt;br /&gt;I often go to dinners and parties&lt;br /&gt;With some old friends who care for me,&lt;br /&gt;Take me back home and stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monochrome floors, monochrome walls,&lt;br /&gt;Only absence near me,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but silence around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monochrome flat, monochrome life,&lt;br /&gt;Only absence near me,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but silence around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18695905-5709868302159543990?l=missongspredilette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/feeds/5709868302159543990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18695905&amp;postID=5709868302159543990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/5709868302159543990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/5709868302159543990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/2007/11/monochrome.html' title='Monochrome'/><author><name>Sometimes Inviting Eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13813331722838966024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-4814133585071757915</id><published>2007-10-22T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T07:43:51.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El problema</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;El problema no fue hallarte... el problema es olvidarte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque para mí es lo mejor de Arjona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.songlyrics.com/song-lyrics/Ricardo+Arjona/Miscellaneous/El+Problema/164298.html"&gt;EL PROBLEMA - RICARDO ARJONA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OSh0Ak4cXnQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OSh0Ak4cXnQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El problema no fue hallarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El problema es olvidarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El problema no es tu ausencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El problema es que te espero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El problema no es problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El problema es que me duele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El problema no es que mientas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El problema es que te creo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El problema no es que juegues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El problema es que es conmigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Si me gustastes por ser libre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Quien soy yo para cambiarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Si me quedé queriendo solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Como hacer para obligarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El problema no es quererte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Es que tu no sientas lo mismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Y como deshacerme de ti si no te tengo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Como alejarme de ti si estas tan lejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Como encontrarle una pestaña a lo que nunca tuvo ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Como encontrarle plataformas a lo que siempre fue un barranco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Como encontrar en la alacena los besos que no me diste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Y como deshacerme de ti si no te tengo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Como alejarme de ti si estas tan lejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Y es que el problema no es cambiarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El problema es que no quiero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El problema no es que duela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El problema es que me gusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El problema no es el daño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El problema son las huellas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El problema no es lo que haces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El problema es que lo olvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El problema no es que digas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El problema es lo que callas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Y como deshacerme de ti si no te tengo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Como alejarme de ti si estas tan lejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Como encontrarle una pestaña a lo que nunca tuvo ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Como encontrarle plataformas a lo que siempre fue un barranco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Como encontrar en la alacena los besos que no me diste. (x2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Y como deshacerme de ti si no te tengo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Como alejarme de ti si estas tan lejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El problema no fue hallarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El problema es olvidarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El problema no es que mientas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El problema es que te creo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El problema no es cambiarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El problema es que no quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El problema no es quererte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Es que tu no sientas lo mismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El problema no es que juegues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;El problema es que es conmigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18695905-4814133585071757915?l=missongspredilette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/feeds/4814133585071757915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18695905&amp;postID=4814133585071757915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/4814133585071757915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/4814133585071757915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/2007/10/el-problema.html' title='El problema'/><author><name>Sometimes Inviting Eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13813331722838966024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18695905.post-8653118543403564614</id><published>2007-10-03T02:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T03:07:32.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to Insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Porque una opositora siempre sabe que pasa cuando empieza la cuenta atrás hacia la locura (unas semanas antes del examen, por ejemplo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsrocks.com/hits/lyrics.php?id=1011763"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COUNTDOWN TO INSANITY - H-BLOCKX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VO_MYxRYdoE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VO_MYxRYdoE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HANDS&lt;br /&gt;ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE&lt;br /&gt;This is a countdown I´m planning to leave&lt;br /&gt;I´m heading out of this town I´m sick of the beef&lt;br /&gt;I been wandering too long before it gets bad&lt;br /&gt;I´m packing my memories and it´s time to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on cruise on, maybe in the wrong direction&lt;br /&gt;Baby I´ll be – hands on the steering wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE&lt;br /&gt;It´s too late – it´s too fake&lt;br /&gt;But I´ve got nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;Check mate – no hate&lt;br /&gt;Hell I´ve got nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;6...5...one chance to stay alive&lt;br /&gt;4...3...but i can hardly breathe&lt;br /&gt;countdown to insanity&lt;br /&gt;goodbye reality&lt;br /&gt;2...1...tic toc&lt;br /&gt;let's go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE&lt;br /&gt;If your problems are homegrown, it´s time to cut back&lt;br /&gt;Turn off your cell phone come joining the pack&lt;br /&gt;Get out of your mad routine a change is to come&lt;br /&gt;Life is a solitaire so you´ve got to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18695905-8653118543403564614?l=missongspredilette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/feeds/8653118543403564614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18695905&amp;postID=8653118543403564614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/8653118543403564614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18695905/posts/default/8653118543403564614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missongspredilette.blogspot.com/2007/10/countdown-to-insanity.html' title='Countdown to Insanity'/><author><name>Sometimes Inviting Eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01484883292854112481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13813331722838966024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>