diciembre 29, 2013
diciembre 28, 2013
teenagewasteland.
Let me take you out of this town, let me do it right now, baby, dancing till dawn, staying forever young.
Let's get out of this place,
'cause you're starting to waste within this teenage wasteland.
You will never see my face if you don't get me out of this place, now, baby, I'm not crazy.
I'm leaving, are you coming with me?
diciembre 19, 2013
noviembre 28, 2013
Hit me like a ray of sun, burning through my darkness night.
You're the only one that I want, you got me addicted to your lie. I swore I'd never fall again, but this don't even feel like falling. Gravity camed again to pull me back to the ground again. Everywhere I'm looking now
I'm surrounded by your embrace. You know you're my saving grace. You're everything I need and more, it's written all over your face. Standing in the light of your halo
I got my angel now.
noviembre 09, 2013
.
it does not matter now how happy i am or not,
just as long as i survive the madness.
(i feel like i may loose myself)
noviembre 03, 2013
noviembre 02, 2013
noviembre 01, 2013
octubre 25, 2013
octubre 23, 2013
octubre 20, 2013
octubre 15, 2013
octubre 13, 2013
octubre 10, 2013
octubre 02, 2013
septiembre 29, 2013
septiembre 08, 2013
septiembre 02, 2013
agosto 12, 2013
agosto 09, 2013
junio 04, 2013
junio 02, 2013
Don't make me sad, don't make me cry. Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don't know why. Keep making me laugh, let's go get high, the road is long, we carry on, try to have fun in the meantime. Come and take a walk on the wild side. Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain. You like your girls insane. Choose your last words, this is the last time, cause you and I, we were born to die.
junio 01, 2013
mayo 31, 2013
I'll tell you about punk rock: punk rock is a word used by dillettante's and ah... and ah... heartless manipulators about music that takes up the energies and the bodies and the hearts and the souls and the time and the minds of young men who give what they have to it and give everything they have to it and it's a... it's a term that's based on contempt, it's a term that's based on fashion, style, elitism, satanism and everything that's rotten about rock'n'roll. I don't know Johnny Rotten but I'm sure... I'm sure he puts as much blood and sweat into what he does as Sigmund Freud did. You see, what sounds to you like a big load of trashy old noise is in fact the brilliant music of a genius, myself . And that music is so powerful that it's quite beyond my control and ah... when I'm in the grips of it I don't feel pleasure and I don't feel pain, either physically or emotionally. Do you understand what I'm talking about? Have you ever felt like that? When you just couldn't feel anything and you didn't want to either. You know? Like that? Do you understand what I'm saying sir?
mayo 29, 2013
mayo 27, 2013
mayo 26, 2013
mayo 11, 2013
mayo 10, 2013
mayo 09, 2013
In the land of gods and monsters, I was an angel living in the garden of evil. Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed, shining like a fiery beacon. You got that medicine I need; fame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly. Put your hands on my waist, do it softly. Me and God we don't get along, so now I sing. In the land of gods and monsters, I was an angel looking to get fucked hard, like a groupie incognito posing as a real singer, life imitates art. You got that medicine I need; dope, shoot it up straight to the heart, please. I don't really wanna know what's good for me. 'God's dead', I said 'Baby that's alright with me'.
When you talk it's like a movie and you're making me crazy, cause life imitates art. If I get a little prettier, can I be your baby? You tell me 'life isn't that hard'. No one's gonna take my soul away, living like Jim Morrison. Headed towards a fucked up holiday motel. Squeeze, squeeze, and I'm singing; fuck yeah give it to me, this is heaven, what I truly want is innocence lost.
mayo 07, 2013
mayo 06, 2013
abril 28, 2013
I missed the good part, then I realised
I started looking and the bubble burst. I started looking for excuses. A warning sign, it came back to haunt me, and I realised that you were an island and I passed you by. And you were an island to discover. Come on in, I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in. I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones that I started looking for a warning sign, when the truth is, I miss you. Yeah, the truth is that I miss you so. And I am tired, I should not have let you go.
So I crawl back into your open arms.
abril 25, 2013
abril 21, 2013
abril 10, 2013
abril 02, 2013
marzo 31, 2013
El otro día, me preguntaron qué era el amor para mí; ¿raro, o no? Pero así fue, sentado en un bar, tomando café con cuatro sobres y medio de azúcar, una chica se me acercó y me preguntó. Le respondí que el amor para mí era correr por plena avenida, gritando, con todos los autos yendo a grandes velocidades y silenciando nuestros gritos, nuestras palabras y amor contenido en cada sílaba que sacamos a gritos de nuestro interior, de nuestra alma.
marzo 23, 2013
marzo 21, 2013
marzo 20, 2013
marzo 19, 2013
Él salió y dejó la casa vacía. Se entregó al suave aire del desierto, y entonces la vio, la luna roja
sobre el mar negro. Primero león, luego cordero. Ruega a Dios
poder volver del desierto, desde que vio
la luna roja
sobre el mar negro. Cuídame, yo te cuidaré. Yo también pagué placeres ciegos
y no quiero ver
la luna roja
sobre el mar negro.
Es peligrosa, te hace mortal.
Es peligrosa, te hace mortal.
marzo 16, 2013
febrero 25, 2013
Cosas que me superan.
A ver, vamos a aclarar una cosita. Querido, mataron a miles de aborígenes para enseñarnos el castellano, y vos en una sola oración te cagás en mil años de historia. Media pila, no cuesta tanto hablar bien.
febrero 21, 2013
Patience.
I'm sick of losing my patience. Out of time. Lacking rhythm. Barely concious. Over sensitive. Feeling weaker as I stumble around. Get out of my mind. In the morning rests the paper. Heavy snow fall wakes my neighbors. The alarm calls, I clean out my eyes. Feeling nauseous as the world spins around. Get out of my mind.
febrero 19, 2013
Tonight, we're washing off the blood. And I've tried to give you what you want. What is it that you want?
Day spent with not a word to say. Routine, red lie. So jump, we'll sit and burn a lie. We'd rather burn than fight.
But I ain't gonna be here too long. We've become so good at fooling all, so good, we often fool ourselves. We think twice and always turn around, a comfortable frown. So jump but sit and burn a lie. There's no wrong, no right. And I ain't gonna be here too long tonight.
febrero 17, 2013
febrero 09, 2013
febrero 08, 2013
I want to... I want to be someone else or I'll explode. Floating upon the surface for the birds, the birds, te birds? You want me? Well fucking come and find me, I'll be waiting with a gun and a pack of sandwiches and nothing... nothing, nothing, nothing. You want me? Well fucking come on and break the door down. I am ready.
febrero 07, 2013
febrero 01, 2013
enero 31, 2013
enero 30, 2013
enero 28, 2013
enero 27, 2013
enero 24, 2013
enero 23, 2013
enero 22, 2013
Never had much faith in love or miracles, never wanna put my heart on the line.
But swimming in your world is something spiritual. I'm born again every time you spend the night. Cause your sex takes me to paradise and it shows, cause you make feel like I've been locked out of heaven for too long. You bring me to my knees, you make me testify. You can make a sinner change his ways. Open up your gates cause I can't wait to see the light, and right there is where I wanna stay.
enero 19, 2013
enero 18, 2013
enero 17, 2013
enero 16, 2013
enero 13, 2013
enero 10, 2013
strong.
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid of darkness anymore, and try to be strong, and try to beating all the shadows in this endless night.
enero 09, 2013
enero 05, 2013
enero 04, 2013
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