viernes, 21 de septiembre de 2007

Measuring Attitudes Towards The Environment

I kept receiving, letters from desperate ones
You’re my velvet, torn and torn away
All these lies from yesterday

Inside deceiving watching the flames drown
Widow matching a bitter weak with pain
So, so so hard to say "Hello"

Windows not plastic in every chapter
Words wouldn’t match all these colors after all
It pulls me through this porridge dram ´till coffee cups are clear
She wears the common clothes Rainbow drops alcohol

We’ll go home and torn again
Never to grow old
We’ll go home and torn again
Never to build on

And somewhere close your steps we come
The secret lies beneath your shoulders
And somewhere inside your heart you have
the precious gift you’ve always wanted

I kept receiving, letters from desperate ones
You’re my velvet, torn and torn away
All these lies from yesterday

Inside deceiving watching the flames drown
Widow matching a bitter weak with pain
So, so so hard to say "Hello"

We’re just measuring
Attitudes
With the staples
Towards you
...Any words you wish

El Noveno Asalto de Al Pacino: Una Conspiración tendiente al Engaño

El Noveno Asalto de Al Pacino: Una Conspiración tendiente al Engaño

Ella dijo no cuentes, el dinero junto a Zara,
de seguro ella lo va a querer tomar,
esta historia solamente tiene un ganador,
y un oponente, la gente nos llamara ladrón

Yo lo estado pensando por un tiempo,
ella dijo tranquilamente, que tal si tu y yo...
Yo lo estado pensando por un tiempo,
ella dijo tranquilamente, que tal si tu y yo...
Nos robáramos, inolvidablemente

Ella dijo no cuentes, el dinero junto a Zara,
de seguro ella lo va a querer tomar
Ohh ohh

Yo lo estado pensando por un tiempo,
ella dijo tranquilamente, que tal si tu y yo...
Yo lo estado pensando por un tiempo,
ella dijo tranquilamente, que tal si tu y yo...
Nos robáramos, Nos robáramos,
Nos robáramos inolvidablemente

I don´t know what to say really, three minutes
to the biggest battle of our proffessional lives,
it all comes down to today , here, we´re here as a Team,
we´re gonna come
inch by inch, play by play, ´till we finish
WE/ARE IN HELL RIGHT NOW

20 espaldas para apuñalarlas, una buena vista para poder tomarla, escondidas a la vista aunque el frió podría matarlas
Ya son 20 meses de conspiración, planearemos tu regreso a las tablas
y planeando lograre tu defunción.
20 espaldas para apuñalarlas, una buena vista para poder tomarla, escondidas a la vista aunque el frio podrá matarlas
Cuéntanos de tu esposa, y en que se transformo, anoche la vi con otra mujer.

viernes, 14 de septiembre de 2007

Capullo

Me despierto en el medio de una silueta dibujada sobre escritos en labios de papel, los aromas nunca te despiertan
Divagando sobre maquinas de escribir una sorpresa entra y sale dejando siempre la puerta entre abierta
Son las promesas y las canciones de amor las que te parten y te quiebran el corazon , entrando en tu piel

Pocas palabras siempre tiendo a escuchar aunque mas grites estas no van a penetrar
Dentro se esconde un escudo con un collar y una placa con tu nombre cuelga a miles de metros sobre el mar, sobre el mar...

Dentro de un capullo yo no quiero acabar...

Lo que antecede al huracan, es el deseo de imaginar, en la vida juntos envejecer, contigo junto siempre al amanecer
No es una carcel sino un pedestal, dentro se esconde un manantial, libre de fronteras al avanzar, camino en el tiempo, Camino en el tiempo ...

Y siento monstruos y dragones que acechan de noche en la ciudad al parecer golpean de frialdad en sumersion...

Y ya van dos semanas desde que esto se acabo, desgastando tardes enteras en mi habitacion, aun queda un tiempo para borrar los hoyos de este triste pavimento son verdaderas cicatrices que van acompanhadas a un desfile de infelices / institutrices

Y siento monstruos y dragones que acechan la noche en la ciudad al parecer golpean de frialdad en la sumersion...

Lo que antecede al huracan, es el deseo de imaginar, en la vida juntos envejecer, contigo junto siempre al amanecer
No es una carcel sino un pedestal, dentro se esconde un manantial, libre de fronteras al avanzar, camino en el tiempo, Camino en el tiempo ...junto a ti...

Some dude told me that Santa hates me

How are you
Written on the wall there was this punk rock tag
Held a good style but their rhythm and stuff was
Pretty much the same

I pick up the pieces about how and who committed this crime
The tip on the backdoor said that we were too old to cry
Enough with the donnuts with chocolate chips
The story should have been written in español

Déjame robarte para así poder tomarte
En la historia en que todos mueren al final
Déjame zurcirte para así yo descoserte
Construimos una historia sin final

I take all the pieces about how and who committed this crime
The tip on the backdoor said that we were too drunk too drive
Enough with the pain enough with the love stories
Enough with the dunkin donnuts
The story she wrote

Like the other old stories were as much and pretty boring
Isn’t you what you’re looking for but always afraid

Déjame robarte para así poder tomarte
En la historia en que todos mueren al final
Déjame zurcirte para así yo descoserte
Construimos una historia sin final

High on the delivery

Can’t Brake down she wrote it on it got it up upon you, she rides a wooden table oh oh
And the lights are so deep when you’re stuck into Halloween
mmm… She is only meant to convince you from their eyes
Got to, got to figure it out befoooooohhooohhre

Sitting in the dark in a golden city (as they all fight for)
Hiding in the cases we made them out from the trees (we wait until the sun)
Sitting in the dark in a golden city (as they all fight for)
Hiding in the cases we made them out from the trees

We wait until the sun sleeps in glory

Baby I’m coming home hold your womb fo me Mama
Cause I’ve been so sick of hitchhiking
Baby please carry a bag of carrots while in your dreams
I’m hiding under your bed waiting for monsters to stare at me

I’m sitting on a wheelchair standing with my head down and turning around,
Baby please don’t count the bodies, Baby please don’t count dead bodies,
I’m sitting on a wheelchair standing with my head down, and turning around
Babies please don’t count the bodies, please don’t count dead bodies


My soul is dead but I’m still alive
And I’ll survive for the thousand beats of pumping hearts in the world

Sitting in the dark in a golden city (as they all fight for)
Hiding in the cases we made them out from the trees (we wait until the sun)
Sitting in the dark in a golden city (as they all fight for)
Hiding in the cases we made them out from the trees

The Economic Development has led us to an awful kind of love

Hey, scriptwriter procure to deliver
a nice end for a our movie
The crowds are getting bigger and you
Haven’t signed yet a sells contract
Our domestic economy is going just bye bye

We need to solve but even if we’ll let it go

Haven’t signed yet a sells contract
The lovers and the poets are coming for tonight
We need to solve but even if we’ll let it go

Sell your trees
Our employees are paying more taxes
Id rather be living in jail in Rome
Than feeding babies with a humble loan (where’s the payment)

Sell your trees
Our employees are paying more taxes
And we have to work tonight
Instead of dancing around

I haven’t sleep in days
I don’t have the money to pay
You need to solve this
We’re going through scavenger with passengers already dead

Our lives depends on, the captain’s decision
We’re miles away to telephone to god
I’m expecting what I’ve missed
I haven’t missed you a lot
Departures were for good (you are paying for this...)

Sell your trees
Our employees are paying more taxes
Id rather be living in jail in Rome
Than feeding babies with a humble loan

Sell your trees
Our employees are paying more taxes
And we have to work tonight
Instead of dancing around