tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80207192009-02-21T11:26:27.930-02:00jukeblog - música para cornisasmúsica para cornisasirenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303574085235830249noreply@blogger.comBlogger123125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020719.post-24313184741536075202007-06-06T21:16:00.000-03:002007-06-06T21:18:45.491-03:00rome wasn't built in a day (morcheeba)You and me were meant to be<br />Walking free in harmony<br />One fine day we ll fly away<br />Don t you know that rome wasn t built in a day<br /><br />In this day and age its so easy to stress<br />cause people are strange and you can never second guess<br />In order to love child we got to be strong<br />Im caught in the crossfire why cant we get along<br /><br />cause you and me were meant to be<br />Walking free in harmony<br />One fine day we ll fly away<br />Don t you know that rome wasn t built in a day<br /><br />Im having a daydream, were getting somewhere<br />Im kissing your lips and running fingers through your hair<br />Im as nervous as you bout making it right<br />Though we know we were wrong, we can t give up the fight<br />Oh no<br /><br />cause you and me were meant to be<br />Walking free in harmony<br />One fine day we ll run away<br />Don t you know that rome wasn t built in a day<br /><br />You and me were meant to be<br />Walking free in harmony<br />One fine day we ll fly away<br />Don t you know that rome wasn t built in a day<br /><br />You and me (you and me) were meant to be (meant to be)<br />Walking free (walking free) in harmony (in harmony)<br />One fine day (one fine day) we ll ran away (we gonna ran away, we gonna ran away)<br />Don t you know that rome wasn t built in a day<br /><br />You and me (you and me) were meant to be (meant to be)<br />Walking free (walking free) in harmony (in harmony)<br />One fine day (one fine day) we ll fly away (we gonna ran away, we gonna ran away)<br />Don t you know that rome wasn t built in a day<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020719-2431318474153607520?l=vertigoycornisas.blogspot.com'/></div>irenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303574085235830249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020719.post-25767437245757856552007-06-06T21:15:00.000-03:002007-06-06T21:16:14.839-03:00girl, you'll be a woman soon (urge overkill)Girl, you'll be a woman... soon<br /><br />I love you so much, can't count all the ways<br />I've died for you girl and all they can say is<br />"He's not your kind"<br />They never get tired of putting me down<br />And I'll never know when I come around<br />What I'm gonna find<br />Don't let them make up your mind.<br />Don't you know...<br /><br />Girl, you'll be a woman soon,<br />Please, come take my hand<br />Girl, you'll be a woman soon,<br />Soon, you'll need a man<br /><br />I've been misunderstood for all of my life<br />But what they're saying girl it cuts like a knife<br />"The boy's no good"<br />Well I've finally found what I'm a looking for<br />But if they get their chance they'll end it for sure<br />Surely would<br />Baby I've done all I could<br />Now it's up to you...<br /><br />Girl, you'll be a woman soon,<br />Please, come take my hand<br />Girl, you'll be a woman soon,<br />Soon, you'll need a man<br /><br />Girl, you'll be a woman soon,<br />Please, come take my hand<br />Girl, you'll be a woman soon,<br />Soon but soon, you'll need a man<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020719-2576743724575785655?l=vertigoycornisas.blogspot.com'/></div>irenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303574085235830249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020719.post-65014759502966998612007-06-06T21:13:00.000-03:002007-06-06T21:14:19.111-03:00a woman's worth (alicia keys)You could buy me diamonds, you could buy me pearls <br />Take me on a cruise around the world <br />Baby you know I'm worth it <br />Dinner lit by candles, run my bubble bath <br />Make love tenderly to last and last <br />Baby you know I'm worth it <br />Wanna please wanna keep wanna treat your woman right <br />Not just told but to show that you know she is worth your time <br />You will lose if you choose to refuse to put her first <br />She will if she can't find a man who knows her worth, mhmn <br /><br />Cuz a real man knows a real woman when he sees her <br />And a real woman knows a real man ain't afraid to please her <br />And a real woman knows a real man always comes first <br />And a real man just can't deny a woman's worth <br /><br />If you treat me fairly I'll give you all my goods <br />Treat you like a real woman should <br />Baby I know you're worth it <br />If you never play me, promise not to bluff <br />I'll hold you down when shit gets rough <br />Baby I know you're worth it <br />She rolls the mile makes you smile all the while being true <br />Don't take for granted the passion that she has for you <br />You will lose if you choose to refuse to put her first <br />She will if she can't find a man who knows her worth, oh <br /><br />Cuz a real man knows a real woman when he sees her <br />And a real woman knows a real man ain't afraid to please her <br />And a real woman knows a real man always comes first <br />And a real man just can't deny a woman's worth <br /><br />No need to read between the lines, spell it out for you <br />Just hear this song cuz you can't go wrong when you value <br />A woman, woman, woman, a woman's worth <br /><br />Cuz a real man knows a real woman when he sees her <br />And a real woman knows a real man ain't afraid to please her <br />And a real woman knows a real man always comes first <br />And a real man just can't deny a woman's worth <br /><br />Cuz a real man knows a real woman when he sees her <br />And a real woman knows a real man ain't afraid to please her <br />And a real woman knows a real man always comes first <br />And a real man just can't deny a woman's worth <br /><br />Mhmn mhmn mhmn mhmn mhmn mhmn….<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020719-6501475950296699861?l=vertigoycornisas.blogspot.com'/></div>irenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303574085235830249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020719.post-8697762224510052802007-06-06T21:09:00.000-03:002007-06-06T21:11:57.873-03:00around my smile (hope sandoval)Got me going on again <br />Around my smile <br />And I've got a thoughtless feeling inside<br /><br />I've got it going X4<br />On... <br /><br />Got you going on again <br />Around my smile <br />And I've got a thoughtless feeling inside<br /><br />Why don't you take a friend <br />In the shade <br />Somewhere all the minutes stay around<br /><br />I've got it going on X4<br />On... <br /><br />Got you going on again <br />Around my smile <br />And I've got a thoughtless feeling inside<br /><br />I've got it going...X14<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020719-869776222451005280?l=vertigoycornisas.blogspot.com'/></div>irenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303574085235830249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020719.post-84525122945724580302007-06-06T21:08:00.000-03:002007-06-06T21:09:28.740-03:00in my secret life (leonard cohen)I saw you this morning.<br />You were moving so fast.<br />Can’t seem to loosen my grip<br />On the past.<br />And I miss you so much.<br />There’s no one in sight.<br />And we’re still making love<br />In My Secret Life.<br /><br />I smile when I’m angry.<br />I cheat and I lie.<br />I do what I have to do<br />To get by.<br />But I know what is wrong,<br />And I know what is right.<br />And I’d die for the truth<br />In My Secret Life.<br /><br />Hold on, hold on, my brother.<br />My sister, hold on tight.<br />I finally got my orders.<br />I’ll be marching through the morning,<br />Marching through the night,<br />Moving cross the borders<br />Of My Secret Life.<br /><br />Looked through the paper.<br />Makes you want to cry.<br />Nobody cares if the people<br />Live or die.<br />And the dealer wants you thinking<br />That it’s either black or white.<br />Thank G-d it’s not that simple<br />In My Secret Life.<br /><br />I bite my lip.<br />I buy what I’m told:<br />From the latest hit,<br />To the wisdom of old.<br />But I’m always alone.<br />And my heart is like ice.<br />And it’s crowded and cold<br />In My Secret Life.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020719-8452512294572458030?l=vertigoycornisas.blogspot.com'/></div>irenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303574085235830249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020719.post-59986172953460832302007-06-06T21:06:00.000-03:002007-06-06T21:07:19.028-03:00love itself (leonard cohen)The light came through the window,<br />Straight from the sun above,<br />And so inside my little room<br />There plunged the rays of Love.<br /><br />In streams of light I clearly saw<br />The dust you seldom see,<br />Out of which the Nameless makes<br />A Name for one like me.<br /><br />I’ll try to say a little more:<br />Love went on and on<br />Until it reached an open door –<br />Then Love Itself<br />Love Itself was gone.<br /><br />All busy in the sunlight<br />The flecks did float and dance,<br />And I was tumbled up with them<br />In formless circumstance.<br /><br />I’ll try to say a little more:<br />Love went on and on<br />Until it reached an open door –<br />Then Love Itself<br />Love Itself was gone.<br /><br />Then I came back from where I’d been.<br />My room, it looked the same –<br />But there was nothing left between<br />The Nameless and the Name.<br /><br />All busy in the sunlight<br />The flecks did float and dance,<br />And I was tumbled up with them<br />In formless circumstance.<br /><br />I’ll try to say a little more:<br />Love went on and on<br />Until it reached an open door –<br />Then Love itself,<br />Love Itself was gone.<br />Love Itself was gone.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020719-5998617295346083230?l=vertigoycornisas.blogspot.com'/></div>irenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303574085235830249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020719.post-53373332921707660902007-06-05T21:17:00.002-03:002007-06-06T15:28:10.681-03:00mariposa pontiac (redondos)<a href="http://iradler.blogspot.com/2004/10/casting-la-estrella-invitada.html" target=_blank>Ven a mi casa suburbana, <br />me obsesiona tu prisión. </a><br />Ven a mi casa suburbana, <br />me obsesiona tu prisión. <br />Ay, Mariposa Pontiac, <br />¿qué va a ser de mí? <br />Sin tus caricias, nena, <br />¿qué va a ser de mí?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020719-5337333292170766090?l=vertigoycornisas.blogspot.com'/></div>irenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303574085235830249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020719.post-63725451073518319162007-06-05T21:17:00.001-03:002007-06-06T15:27:41.286-03:00savoir faire (suede)[intro]<br /><a href="http://iradler.blogspot.com/2004/10/casting-la-estrella-invitada.html" target=_blank>She lives in a house she's stupid as a mouse<br />And she going where the lights are on</a><br />She shaking obscene like a fucking machine<br />And she gone gone gone<br />She cooking crack giving us heart attack<br />And she living in a kooky show<br />She open your mind for the millionth time<br />And then go go go<br /><br />She got everything she needs<br />She got pretty pretty feet<br />And she got flowers in her hair yeah yeah<br />She got savoir faire yeah yeah<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020719-6372545107351831916?l=vertigoycornisas.blogspot.com'/></div>irenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303574085235830249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020719.post-72173923293680675632007-06-05T21:16:00.000-03:002007-06-06T15:31:30.433-03:00human (goldfrapp)They fall<br />From your mouth<br />Propelled by your belly<br />And your tongue<br />I shiver when you shake<br />And I fold into jelly<br />I think I loved you more than me<br /><br />Are you human<br />Or a dud<br />Are you human<br />Or'd you make it up<br /><br />My baby cherry slipped<br />Pass me through your<br />Fingertips<br />Throw me down<br />Like an old rag<br />I'm not standing<br />Don't look back<br /><br />Are you human<br />Or a dog<br />Are you human<br />Or'd you make it up<br />Are you human<br />Or a dog<br />Are you human<br />Or'd you make it up<br /><br /><a href="http://iradler.blogspot.com/2004/10/human.html" target=_blank>They went searching for your body<br />They went looking but there's nobody<br />Who smells like you<br />Who looks like you<br />You're not human... too</a><br /><br />Are you human<br />Or a dud<br />Are you human<br />Or'd you make it up<br />Are you human<br />Or a dog<br />Are you human<br />Or`d you make it up<br /><br />Are you human<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020719-7217392329368067563?l=vertigoycornisas.blogspot.com'/></div>irenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303574085235830249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020719.post-52400656623697448362007-06-05T21:15:00.000-03:002007-06-06T15:35:11.837-03:00need one (martina topley bird)Tell it face to face <br />You got you a race <br />Ain't got no time to taste <br />Low stars in fire (?) <br />If I went away <br />You could walk today <br />Time walks a world away <br />Screw me, you try <br /><br />You're gonna kill some <br />You're gonna free some <br />You're gonna lose someone <br />You're gonna taste (fake?) some <br />You're gonna want some <br />You're gonna believe (need?) someone <br /><br />What you're feedin me <br />Don't make a mark of me <br />I don't bruise so easily <br />No scars inside (?) <br /><br /><a href="http://iradler.blogspot.com/2004/11/mascota.html" target=_blank>I tell it face to face <br />Got no time to taste <br />My memory's your fate <br />No scars inside</a> (?) <br /><br />You're gonna kill some <br />You're gonna free some <br />You're gonna lose someone <br />You're gonna taste some <br />You're gonna want some <br />You're gonna believe someone <br /><br />Send me alone <br />I'm solemn and sorry <br /><br />I'm gonna need some <br />I'm gonna need some <br />You're gonna need someone <br />Did you believe some <br />You're gonna breathe some <br />You're gonna free someone <br /><br />Send me alone (?) <br />Aahhh... <br /><br />Tell it face to face <br />You got you a race <br />Face to face <br />You got you a race <br />Tell it face to face<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020719-5240065662369744836?l=vertigoycornisas.blogspot.com'/></div>irenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303574085235830249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020719.post-91146452687082012602007-06-05T21:14:00.000-03:002007-06-06T15:40:18.893-03:00pit stop (take me home) (lovage)I was driving<br />In my car<br />Late at night<br />All alone<br /><br />Then he stopped me<br />Asked me for a ride<br />There you were<br />On your own<br /><br /><a href="http://iradler.blogspot.com/2004/11/fill-in-blanks.html" target=_blank>Now ask me why do I feel my heart's on fire ask me<br />Why do I feel this strange desire <br />Ask me why do I feel like i'm falling, falling</a><br /><br />Take me home<br />What a wonderful way to go <br />Take me home<br />What a wonderful way to go<br /><br />Licking your greasy spoon <br />Jukebox playing my tune <br />Making out in your room <br />Blowing up your balloon <br />Playing you like a bassoon <br />But if I only knew<br />Where we were driving to <br />I wouldn't have let you fill my tank<br /><br />I pulled in<br />To your truck stop and i'm<br />Sleeping on the asphalt eighteen<br />Wheelin' and siphon gas <br />And I'm feeling you're my big 10-4<br /><br />Now ask me why do I feel my heart's on fire ask me<br />Why do i feel this strange desire ask me<br />Why do i feel like i'm falling, falling<br /><br />Take me home<br />What a wonderful way to go <br />Take me home<br />What a wonderful way to go<br /><br />Take me home<br />What a wonderful way to go <br />Take me home<br />What a wonderful way to go<br /><br />Take me home<br />What a wonderful way to go <br />Take me home<br />What a wonderful way to go<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020719-9114645268708201260?l=vertigoycornisas.blogspot.com'/></div>irenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303574085235830249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020719.post-13667072462368274132007-06-05T21:02:00.000-03:002007-06-06T15:48:27.215-03:00don't look below (tahiti 80)<a href="http://iradler.blogspot.com/2004/11/cast-off-dont-look-below.html" target=_blank>You taught me how to do<br />All the things, now you seem<br />to be a part of me</a><br /><br />I know it's just part of the game<br />To go back and start again,<br />still it ain't so easy<br /><br />It's inside me<br /><br /><a href="http://iradler.blogspot.com/2004/11/cast-off-dont-look-below.html" target=_blank>When, when you're ready to, I'll come up to you<br />I'll take you for a walk with me<br /><br />To a place that's not real,<br />Where we can heal, all the things inside <br />you and me</a><br /><br />All the things inside you and me<br /><br />It's hard to tell where this road will go<br />No matter what they say, don't look below<br /><br />What's going on?<br />I don't know what is right or wrong<br /><br />It's hard to tell where this road will go<br />No matter what they say, don't look below<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020719-1366707246236827413?l=vertigoycornisas.blogspot.com'/></div>irenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303574085235830249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020719.post-19860050056221004642007-06-05T21:00:00.000-03:002007-06-06T15:50:16.420-03:00easy way out (tahiti 80)I call your name but you never answer<br />You bend you head and run away<br />If it's not true I wish it were<br />Cos' we still talk but it's even worse<br /><br />You don't even dare to look<br />into my eyes<br /><br /><a href="http://iradler.blogspot.com/2004/11/cast-off-dont-look-below.html" target=_blank>In the past we used to talk<br />For so many hours<br />About things that only<br />We could understand</a><br /><br />Now I wish I could forget all this<br />By closing my eyes<br /><br />It never happens this way<br />Oh it would be too easy<br />Because there's no easy way out in friendship<br /><br />Yesterday I dreamt I was<br />Swimming in a giant beer mug<br />And that you were trying to<br />Whisper something in my ear<br />It never happens this way<br />Oh it would be too easy<br />Because there's no easy way out in friendship<br /><br />There were sometimes when I thought<br />We could have patched things up<br />Now I don't know<br /><br />Things never happen the way<br />You thought they would happen anyway<br />So why try to find an easy<br />Easy way out in friendship<br />There's no easy, easy way out<br /><br />I try to find an easy way out in everything...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020719-1986005005622100464?l=vertigoycornisas.blogspot.com'/></div>irenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303574085235830249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020719.post-86323476688973447172007-06-05T20:59:00.000-03:002007-06-06T15:55:06.574-03:00fake plastic trees (radiohead)Her green plastic watering can<br />For her fake chinese rubber plant<br />In fake plastic earth.<br />That she bought from a rubber man<br />In a town full of rubber plants<br />Just to get rid of itself.<br />And it wears her out, it wears her out<br />It wears her out, it wears her out.<br /><br />She lives with a broken man<br />A cracked polystyrene man<br />Who just crumbles and burns.<br />He used to do surgery<br />For girls in the eighties<br />But gravity always wins.<br />And it wears him out, it wears him out<br />It wears him out, it wears him out.<br /><br /><a href="http://iradler.blogspot.com/2004/12/december-moods.html" target=_blank>She looks like the real thing<br />She tastes like the real thing<br />My fake plastic love.</a><br />But I cant help the feeling<br />I could blow through the ceiling<br />If I just turn and run<br />And it wears me out, it wears me out<br />It wears me out, it wears me out.<br /><br />And if I could be who you wanted<br />If I could be who you wanted,<br />All the time, all the time, ohhh... ohh...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020719-8632347668897344717?l=vertigoycornisas.blogspot.com'/></div>irenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303574085235830249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020719.post-54350552379194029672007-06-05T20:57:00.000-03:002007-06-06T15:59:38.542-03:00lifeboat (lovage)After all our dreams went down <br />Sinking for our very eyes <br />Still echoing the sound <br />Oh the frozen dreadful cries<br /><br /><a href="http://iradler.blogspot.com/2004/12/rpm.html" target=_blank>Witnessed the passing of our only loves<br />Lose a battle to the sea <br />Why did you choose my only love<br />It could of easily been me</a><br /><br />But it seems there was some other plan<br />One I don't care to understand <br />In the refuge of these foreign arms<br />I could find your holy land<br /><br />How can it be that we defy this tragedy <br />From this lifeboat in the dark <br />Is it wrong that we could come together <br />Wind and sorrow bear a spark<br /><br />In our soul and desperation <br />Truest thing we'd ever known <br />But to admit that to the world would be blasphemy<br />Just to show we had our ground<br /><br />How can it be that we defy this tragedy<br />From this lifeboat in the dark<br />Is it wrong that we could come together<br />Wind and sorrow bear a spark<br /><br />How can it be that we defy this tragedy<br />From this lifeboat in the dark<br />Is it wrong that we could come together<br />Wind and sorrow bear a spark<br /><br />How can it be that we defy this tragedy<br />From this lifeboat in the dark<br />Is it wrong that we could come together<br />Wind and sorrow bear a spark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020719-5435055237919402967?l=vertigoycornisas.blogspot.com'/></div>irenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303574085235830249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020719.post-68716443597797334302007-06-05T20:55:00.000-03:002007-06-06T16:03:36.759-03:00hard to explain (the strokes)<a href="http://iradler.blogspot.com/2005/01/contraflor-al-resto.html" target=_blank>Was an honest man<br />Asked me for the phone<br />Tried to take control</a><br /><br />Oh, I don't see it that way<br />I don't see it that way<br /><br />Oh, we shared some ideas<br />All obsessed with fame<br />Says we're all the same<br /><br />Oh, I don't see it that way<br />I don't see it that way<br /><br />Raised in Carolina<br />"I'm not like that"<br />Trying to remind her<br />When we go back<br /><br />I missed the last bus, I'll take the next train<br />I try but you see, it's hard to explain<br />I say the right things, but act the wrong way<br />I like it right here, but I cannot stay<br />I watch the TV; forget what I'm told<br />Well, I am too young, and they are too old<br />The joke is on you, this place is a zoo<br />"You're right it's true"<br /><br />Says he can't decide<br />I shake my head to say<br />Everything's just great<br /><br />Oh, I just can't remember<br />I just can't remember<br /><br />Raised in Carolina, she says:<br />" I'm not like that"<br />Trying to remind her<br />When we go back<br /><br />I say the right things but act the wrong way<br />I like it right here but I cannot stay<br />I watch the TV; forget what I'm told<br />Well, I am too young, and they are too old<br />Oh, man, can't you see I'm nervous, so please<br />Pretend to be nice, so I can be mean<br />I miss the last bus, we take the next train<br />I try but you see, it's hard to explain<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020719-6871644359779733430?l=vertigoycornisas.blogspot.com'/></div>irenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303574085235830249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020719.post-13630731625107301362007-06-05T20:54:00.000-03:002007-06-06T16:17:45.783-03:00the way you look tonight (air)I like the way you look tonight <br />No blood in your vein, what does it mean ? <br />Trashy art everywhere, on the screen <br /><a href="http://iradler.blogspot.com/2005/01/monologue.html" target=_blank>Slow motion aftertaste, I've had foresight</a> <br /><br />That's the way you look tonight <br />I like the way you look tonight <br /><br />Free union rider in the sun <br />Here comes the lord of audio beauty <br />Do you really have a digital body ? <br />People like you grim, lust for fun <br /><br />That's the way you look tonight <br />The way you look tonight <br />I like the way you look tonight <br />The way you look tonight....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020719-1363073162510730136?l=vertigoycornisas.blogspot.com'/></div>irenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303574085235830249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020719.post-19071785553009153502007-06-05T20:53:00.000-03:002007-06-06T16:20:42.168-03:00all I need (air)All I need is a little time,<br />To get behind this sun and cast my weight,<br />All I need is a peace of this mind,<br />Then I can celebrate.<br /><br />All in all there's something to give,<br />All in all there's something to do,<br />All in all there's something to live,<br />With you ...<br /><br /><a href="http://iradler.blogspot.com/2005/01/compliment.html" target=_blank>All I need is a little sign,<br />To get behind this sun and cast this weight of mine,<br />All I need is the place to find,<br />And there I'll celebrate</a>.<br /><br />All in all there's something to give,<br />All in all there's something to do,<br />All in all there's something to live,<br />With you ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020719-1907178555300915350?l=vertigoycornisas.blogspot.com'/></div>irenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303574085235830249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020719.post-8572537583570080362007-06-05T20:49:00.001-03:002007-06-06T16:24:19.018-03:00sun in my mouth (bjork)I will wade out<br />Till my thighs are steeped<br />In burning flowers<br />I will take the sun in my mouth<br />And leap into the ripe air<br />Alive with closed eyes<br />To dash against darkness<br /><br /><a href="http://iradler.blogspot.com/2005/01/hope.html" target=_blank>In the sleeping curves of my body<br />Shall enter fingers<br />Of smooth mastery</a><br />With chasteness of sea-girls<br />Will I complete the mystery<br />Of my flesh<br />Will I complete the mystery<br />Of my flesh<br />My flesh<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020719-857253758357008036?l=vertigoycornisas.blogspot.com'/></div>irenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303574085235830249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020719.post-60937483305887296092007-06-05T20:48:00.001-03:002007-06-06T16:26:54.197-03:00book of the month (lovage)<a href="http://iradler.blogspot.com/2005/02/conexin.html" target=_blank>You and me are the disease and the germs are spreading</a><br />Use me like listerine, keeping your breath fresher<br /><a href="http://iradler.blogspot.com/2005/02/trickle.html" target=_blank>Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper</a><br />I'm your book of the month, read the fine print later<br /><br />We'll invent new four letter words <br />You are the bitter, I am the sweet <br />Run through the fields, sing with the birds <br />You are the griddle, I am the meat<br /><br />I'll turn you on like the electric company <br />You are the bitter, I am the sweet <br />Flick on the switch and light your pilot light<br />You are the griddle, I am the meat<br /><br />You and me are the disease and the germs are spreading <br />Use me like listerine, keeping your breath fresher <br />Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper <br />I'm your book of the month, read the fine print later<br /><br />We'll laugh away our golden years <br />You are the bitter, I am the sweet <br />We'll line the clouds with silver tears <br />You are the griddle, I am the meat<br /><br />You and me are the disease and the germs are spreading <br />Use me like listerine, keeping your breath fresher <br />Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper <br />I'm your book of the month, read the fine print later<br /><br />You and me are the disease and the germs are spreading <br />Use me like listerine, keeping your breath fresher <br />Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper <br />I'm your book of the month, read the fine print later<br /><br />You are the bitter, I am the sweet<br />You are the griddle, I am the meat<br />You are the trick, I am the treat<br />You are the circus, I am the freak<br /><br />You are the bitter, I am the sweet<br />You are the griddle, I am the meat<br />You are the trick, I am the treat<br />You are the circus, I am the freak<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020719-6093748330588729609?l=vertigoycornisas.blogspot.com'/></div>irenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303574085235830249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020719.post-46213680273087388092007-06-05T20:46:00.000-03:002007-06-06T16:31:29.559-03:00open book (tahiti 80)You feel you have nothing to hide<br />It's dazzling like a star, yet there is<br />something inside<br /><a href="http://iradler.blogspot.com/2005/02/conexin.html" target=_blank>Beautiful and dangerous like a rose<br />Something telling you, you shouldn't<br />get too close</a><br /><br />But don't try, Because<br /><br />(Chorus)<br />You may burn your wings and crash to the ground<br />It makes you wish you were lost and never found<br />But you feel your face is blushing now<br /><br />Looking back, it's always the same vicious circle<br />You fall in love like you'd fall from a bicycle<br />And everybody's walking in slow motion<br />You don't, you can't control your reaction<br /><br />You should try, Because<br /><br />(Chorus)<br /><br />Your eyes are like an open book,<br />One can tell everything from the way you look<br />The way you look<br /><br />(Chorus)<br /><br />Cause your eyes are like an open book,<br />One can tell everything from the way you look<br /><br />You're an open book<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020719-4621368027308738809?l=vertigoycornisas.blogspot.com'/></div>irenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303574085235830249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020719.post-35615624978101205642007-06-05T20:42:00.000-03:002007-06-06T17:12:05.519-03:00the distance from her to there (lambchop)So shy tonight I'm told you were, I'm in the thick <br />Of it, i've been a dick with it you're just not used to it <br /><br />Am i'm alright well, as you were there's no use for <br />This it's not a theater kiss more like a railway piss<br /><br /><a href="http://vertigoycornisas.blogspot.com/2007/06/distance-from-her-to-there-lambchop.html" target=_blank>The lights outside tonight are far from home</a> and<br />I'm out drinkin' in the yard and I fell sadder for<br />The sad old bone it's not far, really babe, it's just <br />Not that far...hmm<br /><br />And by the light and so you were it's such <br />A cleaner wish a much softer fist a much weaker wrist <br /><br />And by tonight you'll wait for her so little hell to <br />Pay it just works out that way on almost any day<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020719-3561562497810120564?l=vertigoycornisas.blogspot.com'/></div>irenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303574085235830249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020719.post-5801010176067514642007-06-05T20:36:00.000-03:002007-06-06T17:15:33.191-03:00poems (tricky)<span style="font-size:78%;">Tricky<br /></span>I can vibe to anything<br />Do I have to hide from everything?<br />Everybody wants a piece of me<br />Reach their origin and cease to be<br />Sit back and let it happen,<br />Let us take your time away.<br />I don't understand you.<br />I don't want your time of day.<br />If you're gonna walk, might as well walk your way<br />Always walk the hallways,<br />Forget the punk, I pack the funk.<br />I'm gonna take a piece of you.<br />Making money for good health,<br />But first I learn to see myself<br />But first I learn to see myself<br /><a href="http://iradler.blogspot.com/2005/04/moody-friday.html" target=_blank>You promised me poems</a><br />You promised me poems<br />You promised me poems<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Terry Hall :</span><br />I ruse the day that I ever met you,<br />And deeply regret you getting close to me.<br />I cannot wait to deeply neglect you,<br />Deeply forget you, Jesus believe me<br />You promised me poems.<br />You might have been my reason for livin'<br />I gave up on givin', gave up everything.<br />We were a right pair of believers<br />A couple of dreamers,<br />So how come you hate me?<br />You promised me poems<br />You promised me poems<br />You promised me poems<br />Promised me poems<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Martina :</span><br />Dreamed of ringing voices,<br />And contemplated choices.<br />Taste like a real kiss,<br />To heighten my awareness.<br />With all fairness, greatness with gratitude.<br />And simply riled with attitude<br />Now do promotion on TV, and ya still can't see.<br />We're down the hill cascade<br />And keep away the masquerade,<br />Dreamed of ringing voices,<br />And you promised me poems<br />You promised me poems<br />You promised me poems<br />You promised me poems<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020719-580101017606751464?l=vertigoycornisas.blogspot.com'/></div>irenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303574085235830249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020719.post-59739727933802697712007-06-05T20:35:00.000-03:002007-06-06T17:17:57.571-03:00he's gone (suede)Tears on a pillow<br />Eyes on the phone<br />You pour all the love that you keep inside<br />Into a song<br />Like 'He's Gone'<br />And these are the thoughts that you keep inside<br /><a href="http://iradler.blogspot.com/2005/04/identikit.html" target=_blank>You smile from your window<br />And stand all alone<br />And pour all the love that you keep inside<br />Into the phone</a>Into the phone<br />And like the leaves on the trees<br />Like the Carpenters song<br />Like the planes and the trains and they lives that were young<br />He's gone<br />And it feels like the words to a song<br />With the style of a widow<br />And the place of your own<br />You pour all the words that you keep inside<br />Into the phone<br />And sit alone<br />And these are the thoughts that you keep inside<br />And smile from your window<br />And stand all alone<br />And pour all the love that you keep inside<br />Into a song<br />into a song<br />And like the leaves on the trees<br />Like the Carpenters song<br />Like the planes and the trains and they lives that were young<br />He's gone<br />And it feels like the words to a song<br />And like the stains on the names of the lives of the young<br />He's gone<br />And it feels like the words to a song<br />And like the leaves on the trees<br />Like the Carpenters song<br />Like the planes and the trains and they lives that were young<br />He's gone<br />And it feels like the words to a song<br />And like the stains on the names of the lives of the young<br />He's gone<br />And it feels like the words to a song<br />So gone<br />So gone<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020719-5973972793380269771?l=vertigoycornisas.blogspot.com'/></div>irenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303574085235830249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020719.post-20626343949408557262007-06-05T20:29:00.002-03:002007-06-06T17:20:26.437-03:00ladies love Chest Rockwell (lovage)People want to know what's the secret to chest rockwell's<br />Ability to pick up all these beautiful women<br />Is it your good looks ?<br />Is it that big bulge in your pants ? <br />Could be that fancy car you drive ?<br />That i lease and change every other year, but <br />You don't need to know that<br />I say look<br />I'm gonna let you in on a little secret<br />My man nathaniel merriweather, you know<br />A little running buddy from handsome boy modelling school<br />Made this thing called<br />Music to make to your old lady by<br />Barry white used to work<br />Shoot, even abba used to work the way i was doin' my thing<br />But man, you put this on<br /><a href="http://iradler.blogspot.com/2005/04/mansalva.html" target=_blank>And the hos just go wild<br />I'm telling you<br />Music to make to your old lady by</a><br />You know, you tried cognac<br />Even tried givin' her some weed<br />Shoot, you might've even tried ecstasy<br />But ain't no sheer ecstasy until you try<br />Music to make to your old lady by<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8020719-2062634394940855726?l=vertigoycornisas.blogspot.com'/></div>irenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05303574085235830249noreply@blogger.com0