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domingo, 4 de octubre de 2009

PINCHE ALCOHOL - El alucine más pacheco chupacábrico de La Banda - ANTROPOBANRREPTILIANA ONIRIS PACHECOS ESUSTIEMPUS ochenterus BORRACHENTUS...














Veo unos mounstros que atacan desde el sol
tome de mas estoy boracho otra vez
me siento mal, no me puedo ni parar
voy a vomitar como la ultima vez

Ya no quiero ver esa piraña gritar
me voy a convencer de no tomar otra vez
estoy hasta tras y canto sin parar
nunca olvidare esos tragos que me eche

Ay, pinche alcohol, pinche alcohol,
pinche alcohol, pinche alcohol,
pinche alcohol, pinche alcohol,
pinche alcohol.

Esos mounstros que vuelan sin para
me quiere dar lo que yo no les di

Ay, que deprecion si me agaran como estoy
me tengo que cuidar y no puedo ni soplar
y digo “donde estoy? no, no pudo recorder
inconsciente mequede

Ay, pinche alcohol, pinche alcohol,
pinche alcohol, pinche alcohol,
pinche alcohol, pinche alcohol,
pinche alcohol, “Donde estoy?

Oigo voces se vurlan sin parar, estoy fatal
Me debi de controlar, Ay, pinche alcohol,
pinche alcohol,pinche alcohol,
pinche alcohol,pinche alcohol,
pinche alcohol,a que pinche alcohol,
pinche alcohol, pinche alcohol,
pinche alcohol, “Donde estoy?




Saludos a los involucrados en los ochentas. Miguel Jasso, saludos.



Post realizados sin la comprobación de información confirmada por su carácter de reservada por seguridad nacional.









martes, 7 de octubre de 2008

SCOUNDREL DAYS / A-ha













SCOUNDREL DAYS

Was that somebody screaming...
It wasn't me for sure
I lift my head up from uneasy
pillows
Put my feet on the floor
Cut my wrist on a bad thought
And head for the door

Outside on the pavement
The dark makes no noise
I can feel the sweat on my lips
Leaking into my mouth
I'm heading out for the steep hills
They're leaving me no choice

And see...as our lives are in the making
We believe through the lies and the hating
That love goes free

For want of an option
I run the wind 'round
I dream pictures of houses burning
Never knowing nothing else to do
With death comes the morning
Unannounced and new

Was it too much to ask for
To pull a little weight...
They forgive anything but greatness
These are scoundrel days
And I'm close to calling out their names
As pride hits my face
See...as our lives are in the making
We believe through their lies and the hating
That love goes free through
scoundrel days

I reach the edge of town
I've got blood in my hair
Their hands touch my body
From everywhere
But I know that I've made it
As I run into the air

And see...as our lives are in the making
We believe through the lies and the hating
That love goes free
Through scoundrel days.



















lunes, 6 de octubre de 2008

I'VE BEEN LOSING YOU / A-ha






I'VE BEEN LOSING YOU

It wasn't the rain that washed away...
Rinsed out the colours of your eyes
Putting the gun down on the bedside table
I must have realized

It wasn't the rain
That made no difference
And I could have sworn it wasn't me
Yet I did it all so coldly
...almost slowly
Plain for all to see

Oh c'mon please now
Talk to me
Tell me; things I could find helpful
How can I stop now...
Is there nothing I can do
I have lost my way
I've been losing you

I can still hear our screams competing
You're hissing your s's like a snake
Now in the mirror stands
Half a man
I thought no one could break

It wasn't the rain
That made no difference
...nervously drumming on:Run away
But I want the guilt to get me
Thoughts to wreck me
Preying on my mind

So, please now
Talk to me
Tell me; things I could find helpful
For how can I stop now...
Is there nothing I can do
I have lost my way
I've been losing you.

















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