mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas...

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una mujer, una mujer atrás,
una mujer atrás de un vidrio empañado
pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas
no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas

un tornado, un tornado, un tornado...
un tornado arrasó a mi ciudad y a mí jardín primitivo
un tornado arrasó a tu ciudad y a tu jardín primitivo
pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas
no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas

yo, yo, yo, yo...
yo tuve la mejor flor, la mejor de la planta más dulce
yo tuve la mejor flor, la mejor de la planta más dulce
pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas
no, no, no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas

saltando, saltando, saltando...
saltando en picada a la mexicana, un fugitivo se entrega
saltando en picada a la mexicana, un fugitivo se entrega
pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas
no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas

la mujer, el vidrio, el tornado, el jardín primitivo,
yo, la flor, saltando, fugitivo, no, no, no...
que no, que no, que no...

preciso me encontrar

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deixe-me ir
preciso andar
vou por aí a procurar
rir prá não chorar...

quero assistir ao sol nascer
ver as águas dos rios correr
ouvir os pássaros cantar
eu quero nascer, quero viver...

deixe-me ir
preciso andar
vou por aí a procurar
rir prá não chorar...

se alguém por mim perguntar
diga que eu só vou voltar
quando eu me encontrar...

quero assistir ao sol nascer
ver as águas dos rios correr
ouvir os pássaros cantar
eu quero nascer, quero viver...

deixe-me ir
preciso andar
vou por aí a procurar
rir prá não chorar...

se alguém por mim perguntar
diga que eu só vou voltar
quando eu me encontrar
quando eu me encontrar
quando eu me encontrar
depois que eu me encontrar
quando eu me encontrar
depois, depois
que eu me encontrar
quando eu me encontrar
depois, depois

depois que eu me encontrar...

junior suite/nacho vegas

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pero hay algo que hacer y hay que hacerlo cuanto antes/cuanto antes/sabes que algo hay que hacer/algo importante y cuanto antes

this is hardcore/pulp

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you are hardcore, you make me hard/you name the drama and i'll play the part/it seems i saw you in some teenage wet dream/i like your get up if you know what i mean/ i want it bad/i want it now/oh can't you see I'm ready now/i 've seen all the pictures/i 've studied them forever/i wanna make movie so let's star in it together/don't make a move 'til I say, action/oh, here comes the hardcore life/put your money where your mouth is tonight/leave your make-up on & i'll leave on the light/come over here babe & talk in the mic/oh yeah i hear you now/it's gonna be one hell of a night/you can't be a spectator/oh no/you got to take these dreams & make them whole/oh this is hardcore/there is no way back for you/oh this is hardcore/this is me on top of you & i can't believe that it took me this long/that it took me this long/this is the eye of the storm/i t's what men in stained raincoats pay for but in here it is pure/yeah/this is the end of the line/i've seen the storyline played out so many times before/oh that goes in there/then that goes in there/then that goes in there/then that goes in there & then it's over/ oh/what a hell of a show but what i want to know: what exactly do you do for an encore? 'cos this is hardcore/

trance am/oralog.exe

Trance Am - ORALOG.EXE

dance!

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1982, do androids dream of electric sheep?

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Yoshimi battles the pink robots, Flaming Lips

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Do You Realize/that you have the most beautiful face
Do You Realize/we're floating in space
Do You Realize/that happiness makes you cry
Do You Realize/that everyone you know someday will die

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes/let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round

Do You Realize/Oh/Oh/Oh
Do You Realize/that everyone you know
Someday will die/

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes/let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round

Do You Realize/that you have the most beautiful face
Do You Realize


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Tom Waits, more than rain/rain dogs

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more than rain


It's more than rain that falls on our parade tonight
it's more than thunder it's more than thunder
it's more than a swindle this crooked card game
it's more than sad times it's more than sad times
none of our pockets are filled with gold
nobody's caught the boquet
there are no dead presidents we can fold
nothing is going our way
and it's more than goodbye I have to say to you
it's more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now


rain dogs


Inside a broken clocksplasjing the wine with all
the Rain Dogs...Taxi we'd rather walkhuddle a
doorway with the Rain Dogs...For I am a Rain Dog
too!Oh how we danced and we swallowed the
nightsfor it was all ripe for dreamingOh how we
danced away all of the lightswe've always been out
of our mindsThe rum pours strong and thinbeat out
the dustman with a Rain Dog...Aboard a shipwreck
traingive my umbrella to a Rain Dog...For I am a
Rain Dog tooOh how we danced with the Rose of
Traleeher long hair blackas a ravenOh how we
danced and she wisperedto meYou'll never be goin
back home!!

Cygnet committee, de David Bowie

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I bless you madly,
sadly as I tie my shoes
I love you badly,
Just in time, at times, I guess
Because of you I need to rest
Because it’s you
that sets the test

So much has gone
and little is new
And as the sparrow sings
Dawn chorus for
Someone else to hear
The Thinker sits alone growing older
And so bitter

"I gave Them life
I gave Them all
They drained my very soul
…dry
I crushed my heart
to ease Their pains
No thought for me remains there
Nothing can They spare
What of me?
Who praised Their efforts
to be free?
Words of strength and care
and sympathy
I opened doors
that would have blocked Their way
I braved Their cause to guide,
for little pay

I ravaged at my finance just for Those
Those whose claims were steeped in peace, tranquility
Those who said a new world, new ways ever free
Those whose promises stretched in hope and grace for me"

I bless you madly,
sadly as I tie my shoes
I love you badly, just in time,
at times, I guess
Because of you I need to rest, oh yes
Because it’s you
that sets the test

So much has gone
and little is new
And as the sunrise stream
Flickers on me,
My friends talk
Of glory, untold dream, where all is God and God is just a word

"We had a friend, a talking man
Who spoke of many powers that he had
Not of the best of men, but Ours

We used him
We let him use his powers
We let him fill Our needs
Now We are strong

And the road is coming to its end
Now the damned have no time to make amends
No purse of token fortune stands in Our way
The silent guns of love
will blast the sky
We broke the ruptured structure built of age
Our weapons were the tongues of crying rage

Where money stood
We planted seeds of rebirth
And stabbed the backs of fathers
Sons of dirt

Infiltrated business cesspools
Hating through Our sleeves
Yea, and We slit the Catholic throat
Stoned the poor
on slogans such as

‘Wish You Could Hear’
‘Love Is All We Need’
‘Kick Out The Jams’
‘Kick Out Your Mother’
‘Cut Up Your Friend’
‘Screw Up Your Brother or He’ll Get You In the End’

And We Know the Flag of Love is from Above
And We Can Force You to Be Free
And We Can Force You to Believe"

And I close my eyes and tighten up my brain
For I once read a book in which the lovers were slain
For they knew not the words of the Free States’ refrain
It said:
"I believe in the Power of Good
I Believe in the State of Love
I Will Fight For the Right to be Right
I Will Kill for the Good of the Fight for the Right to be Right"

And I open my eyes to look around
And I see a child laid slain
on the ground
As a love machine lumbers through desolation rows
Ploughing down man, woman, listening to its command
But not hearing anymore
Not hearing anymore
Just the shrieks from the old rich

And I Want to Believe
In the madness that calls ‘Now’
And I want to Believe
That a light’s shining through
Somehow

And I Want to Believe
And You Want to Believe
And We Want to Believe
And We Want to Live
Oh, We Want to Live

We Want to Live

I Want to Live

Live, live, live.

El tercer día, Nacho Vegas

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Por tercer día él ve amanecer
desde una cama vacía,
por tercero le oímos persignándose,
Jesús, José y María.
Y el tercer día, jura, es el peor
le tendríais que ver
de rodillas con cara de idiota
arañando el parqué.

Hizo listas de las personas con
las que había dormido.
Puso en rojo los nombres de aquellos que
resultaron heridos.
Su apellido figura una vez
de cada cinco o seis
en un rojo tan vivo que
al mirarlo dolía.
Él lloraba y gemía al pensar
que le quedaban aún otros tres días.

Y cambió los muebles de lugar
un treinta de noviembre,
fue a dormir y de nuevo al despertar
estaban donde siempre.
Que es diciembre, no abril, el mes más cruel,
quién se lo iba a negar
si las horas le duran hoy
lo que dura una vida,
si el plan de su vida a día de hoy
consiste en nada más
que en llegar al cuarto día.

Si las horas le duran hoy
lo que dura una vida.
Llegaré al cuarto día, gemía,
pero lo peor, señor,
es que llegará, es que llegará,
y que a ese día le sucederá
otro día más,
y otro día más,
y otro día más,
y otro más,
y uno más...
y a ese día le sucederá
otro día más,
y otro día más,
y otro día más,
y otro más,
y uno más...
y a ese día le sucederá
otro día más,
y otro día más,
y otro día más,
y otro más,
y uno más...

y otro día más.