Out of the (and into the)

D

And there was a booming above you
That night, black airplanes flew over the sea
And they were lowing and shifting like
Beached whales
Shelled snails
As you strained and you squinted to see
The retreat of their hairless and blind cavalry

You froze in your sand shoal
Prayed for your poor soul
Sky was a bread roll, soaking in a milk-bowl
And when the bread broke, fell in bricks of wet smoke
My sleeping heart woke, and my waking heart spoke

Then there was a silence you took to mean something:
Mean, run, sing
For alive you will evermore be
And the plague of the greasy black engines a-skulkin'
Has gone east
While you're left to explain them to me
Released from their hairless and blind cavalry

With your hands in your pockets, stubbily running
To where I'm unfresh, undressed and yawning
Well, what is this craziness? This crazy talking?
You caught some small death when
you were sleepwalking

It was a dark dream, darlin', it's over
The firebreather is beneath the clover
Beneath his breathing there is cold clay, forever
A toothless hound-dog choking on a feather

But I took my fishingpole (fearing your fever)
Down to the swimminghole, where
there grows bitter herb
That blooms but one day a year by the
riverside - i'd bring it here:
Apply it gently
To the love you've lent me

While the river was twisting and
braiding, the bait bobbed
And the string sobbed, as it cut
through the hustling breeze
And I watched how the water was kneading so neatly
Gone treacly
Nearly slowed to a stop in this heat

  • frenzy coiling flush along the muscles beneath

Press on me: we are restless things
Webs of seaweed are swaddling
You call upon the dusk
Of the musk of a squid
Shot full of ink, until you sink into your crib

Rowing along, among the reeds, among the rushes
I heard your song, before my
heart had time to hush it!
Smell of a stone fruit being cut and being opened
Smell of a low and of a lazy cinder smoking

And when the fire moves away
Fire moves away, son
Why would you say
I was the last one?

Scrape your knee; it is only skin
Makes the sound of violins
When you cut my hair, and leave
the birds the trimmings
I am the happiest woman among all women

And the shallow
Water
Stretches as far as I can see
Knee-deep, trudging along
A seagull weeps; "so long"

I'm humming a threshing song
Until the night is over
Hold on!
Hold on!
Hold your horses back from the fickle dawn

I have got some business out at the edge of town
Candy weighing both of my pockets down
'Til I can hardly stay afloat,
from the weight of them
(and knowing how the common-folk condemn
What it is I do, to you, to keep you warm
Being a woman, being a woman)

But always up the mountainside you're clambering
Groping blindly, hungry for anything:
Picking through your pocket
linings - well, what is this?
Scrap of sassafras, eh sisyphus?

I see the blossoms broke and wet after the rain
Little sister, he will be back again
I have washed a thousand spiders down the drain
Spiders ghosts hang soaked and dangelin'
Silently from all the blooming cherry trees
In tiny nooses, safe from everyone

  • nothing but a nuisance; gone now, dead and done
    Be a woman, be a woman!

Though we felt the spray of the waves
We decided to stay till the tide rose too far
We weren't afraid, cause we know what you are
And you know that we know what you are

Awful atoll
O, incalculable indiscreetness and sorrow!
Bawl, bellow:
Sibyl sea-cow, all done up in a bow

Toddle and roll;
Teeth an impalpable bit of leather
While yarrow, heather and hollyhock
Awkwardly molt along the shore

Are you mine?
My heart?
Mine anymore?

Stay with me for awhile
That's an awfully real gun
I know life will lay you down
As the lightning has lately done

Failing this, failing this,
Follow me, my sweetest friend
To see what you anointed in pointing your gun there

Lay it down! Nice and slow!
There is nowhere to go, save up
Up where the light, undiluted, is
weaving in a drunk dream
At the sight of my baby, out back:
Back on the patio watching the bats bring night in

  • while, elsewhere, estuaries of wax-white
    Wend, endlessly, towards seashores unmapped

Last week our picture window produced a half-word
Heavy and hollow, hit by a brown bird
We stood and watched her gape like a rattlesnake
And pant and labour over every intake

I said a sort of prayer for some sort of rare grace
Then thought I ought to take her to a higher place
Said: "dog nor vulture nor
cat shall toy with you
And though you die, bird, you will
have a fine view"

Then in my hot hand
She slumped her sick weight
We tramped through the poison oak
Heartbroke and inchoate

The dogs were snapping
So you cuffed their collars
While I climbed the tree-house
Then how I hollered!
Cause she'd lain, as still as a
stone, in my palm, for a lifetime
or two

Then, saw the treetops, cocked
her head and up and flew
(while, back in the world that moves, often
According to the hoarding of these clues
Dogs still run roughly around
Little tufts of finch-down)

The cities we passed were a flickering wasteland
But his hand in my hand made them hale and harmless
While down in the lowlands the crops are all coming;
We have everything
Life is thundering blissful towards death
In a stampede of his fumbling green gentleness

You stopped by, I was all alive
In my doorway, we shucked and jived
And when you wept, I was gone:
See, I got gone when I got wise
But I can't with certainty say we survived

Then down, and down
And down, and down
And down, and deeper
Stoke without sound
The blameless flames
You endless sleeper

Through fire below, and fire above, and fire within
Sleeped through the things that
couldn't have been if you hadn't
have been

And when the fire moves away
Fire moves away, son
Why would you say
I was the last one?

All my bones they are gone, gone, gone
Take my bones, I don't need none
Cold, cold cupboard, lord, nothing to chew on!
Suck all day on a cherry stone

Dig a little hole, not three inches round
Spit your pit in the hole in the ground
Weep upon the spot for the starving of me!
Till up grow a fine young cherry tree

Well when the bough breaks, what'll you make for me?
A little willow cabin to rest on your knee
What'll I do with a trinket such as this?
Think of your woman, who's gone to the west

But I'm starving and freezing in my measly old bed!
Then i'll crawl across the salt flats
to stroke your sweet head
Come across the desert with no shoes on!
I love you truly, or I love no-one

Fire
Moves
Away

Fire moves away, son
Why would you say
I was the last one?

Clear the room! There's a fire, a fire, a fire
Get going, and I'm going to be right behind you
And if the love of a woman or two, dear,
Couldn't move you to such heights, then all I can do
Is do, my darling, right by you

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6UUe3Q54qFg

2
D

We stopped for coffee in the Redwood forest. Giant dripping leaves. Spoons of powdered cream. I wanted to kiss you, but wasn't sure how. Like those indians lost in the rainforest, forced to drag burning wood wherever they went. They had all forgotten how to start a fire. This is why people OD on pills and jump from the Golden Gate Bridge. Anything to feel weightless again. Those poor, lost indians-when the white men found them, most died of TB; the rest went insane. In our motel room you're drinking Slice and gin, reading Moby Dick on the other bed. Remember the first time we slept together? You said it felt like when you learned to float.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bGRY0pUVsAw

1
D

It makes you blind, it does you in
It makes you think you're pretty tough
It makes you prone to crime and sin
It makes you say things off the cuff
It's very small and made of glass
and grossly over-advertised
It turns a genius to an ass
and makes a fool think he is wise
It could make you regret your birth
or turn cartwheels in your best suit
It costs a lot more than it's worth
and yet there is no substitute
They keep it on a higher shelf
the older and more pure it grows
It has no color in itself
but it can make you see rainbows
You can find it on the Bowery
or you can find it at Elaine's
It makes your words more flowery
It makes the sun shine, makes it rain
You just get out what they put in
and they never put in enough
Love is like a bottle of gin
but a bottle of gin is not like love

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8OrCxAIm-Bw

1
B

Years ago, my heart was set to live, oh
And I've been trying hard against unbelievable odds
It gets so hard in times like now to hold on
But guns they wait to be stuck by, and at my side is God

And there ain't no one goin' to turn me 'round
Ain't no one goin' to turn me 'round

There's people around who tell you that they know
And places where to send you, and it's easy to go
They'll zip you up and dress you down and stand you in a row
But you know you don't have to, you can just say "no"

And there ain't no one goin' to turn me 'round
Ain't no one goin' to turn me 'round
Ain't no one goin' to turn me 'round
Ain't no one goin' to turn me 'round

I've been built up and trusted, broke down and busted
But they'll get theirs and we'll get ours if we can

Just-a hold on

Hold on,

Hold on,

Hold on

Hold on...

Years ago my heart was set to live, oh
And I've been trying hard against strong odds
It gets so hard in times like now to hold on
Well, I'll fall if I don't fight, and at my side is God

And there ain't no one goin' to turn me 'round
Ain't no one goin' to turn me 'round
Ain't no one goin' to turn me 'round
Ain't no one goin' to turn me 'round

Hold on,

Hold on,

....

Hold on,

Hold on.

D

Oh comely, I will be with you when you lose your breath,
Chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left.
With some pretty, bright and bubbly terrible scene
That was doing her thing on your chest.

But oh comely,
It isn't as pretty as you'd like to guess
In your memory, you're drunk on your awe ,to me
It doesn't mean anything at all.

Oh comely,
All of your friends are all letting you blow,
Bristling and ugly, bursting with fruits falling out from the holes
Of some pretty, bright, and bubbly friend
You could need to say comforting things in your ear

But oh comely,
There isn't such one friend that you could find here.
Standing next to me,
He's only my enemy
I'll crush him with everything I own.

Say what you want to say
Hang for your hollow ways
Moving your mouth to pull out
All your miracle aimed for me.

Your father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies,
While you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park.
Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums,
The music and medicine you needed for comforting.
So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving,
And pluck all your silly strings, bend all your notes for me.
Soft silly music is meaningful magical,
The movements were beautiful, all in your ovaries.
All of them milking with green fleshy flowers,
While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines.
Smelling of semen all under the garden
Was all you were needing when you still believed in me.

Say what your want to say.
Hang for your hollow ways.
Moving your mouth to pull out
All your miracle aimed for me.

And I know they buried her body with others,
Her sister and mother and five-hundred families.
And will she remember me fifty years later?
I wished I could save her in some sort of time machine.

Know all your enemies.

We know who our enemies are.

Goldaline, my dear,
We will fold and freeze together
Far away from here.
There is sun and spring and green forever.

But now we move to feel for ourselves inside some stranger's stomach.

Place your body here,
Let your skin begin to blend itself with mine.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iipO9Tvk1EI

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Deoxys

Hold a halo 'round the world, golden is the day
Princes of the universe, your burden is the way
So there is no better time who will be born today
A gypsy child at daybreak
A king for a day

Out of the shadow and into the sun
Dreams of the past as the old ways are done
Oh there is beauty and surely there is pain
But we must endure it to live again

Dusty dreams in fading daylight
Flicker on the walls
Nothing new your life's adrift, what purpose to it all?
Eyes are closed and death is calling
Reaching out its hand
Call upon the starlight to surround you

Out of the shadow and into the sun
Dreams of the past as the old ways are done
Oh there is beauty and surely there is pain
But we must endure it to live again

A man who casts no shadow has no soul

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B

I'm closer to the Golden Dawn
Immersed in Crowley's uniform
Of imagery

I'm living in a silent film
Portraying
Himmler's sacred realm
Of dream reality

I'm frightened by the total goal
Drawing to the ragged hole
And I ain't got the power anymore
No I ain't got the power anymore

I'm the twisted name
on Garbo's eyes
Living proof of
Churchill's lies
I'm destiny
I'm torn between the light and dark
Where others see their targets
Divine symmetry
Should I kiss the viper's fang
Or herald loud
the death of Man
I'm sinking in the quicksand
of my thought
And I ain't got the power anymore

Don't believe in yourself
Don't deceive with belief
Knowledge comes
with death's release

I'm not a prophet
or a stone age man
Just a mortal
with the potential of a superman
I'm living on

I'm tethered to the logic
of Homo Sapien
Can't take my eyes
from the great salvation
of bullshit faith.

If I don't explain what you ought to know
You can tell me all about it
on the next Bardo.

I'm sinking in the quicksand
of my thought
And I ain't got the power anymore

Don't believe in yourself
Don't deceive with belief
Knowledge comes
with death's release

Don't believe in yourself
Don't deceive with belief
Knowledge comes
with death's release

1
B

When you were young
and on your own
How did it feel
to be alone?
I was always thinking
of games that I was playing.
Trying to make
the best of my time.

But only love
can break your heart
Try to be sure
right from the start
Yes only love
can break your heart
What if your world
should fall apart?

I have a friend
I've never seen
He hides his head
inside a dream
Someone should call him
and see if he can come out.
Try to lose
the down that he's found.

But only love
can break your heart
Try to be sure
right from the start
Yes only love
can break your heart
What if your world
should fall apart?

I have a friend
I've never seen
He hides his head
inside a dream
Yes, only love
can break your heart
Yes, only love
can break your heart

1
D

#6 ¿De verdad teníais que joderme el chiringuito, no?¿Tú has visto lo que has puesto? Y si es así, ¿eso te mola? Épica de capa y espada para adolescentes con granos. ¿Tú crees que el hilo iba de esto?¿Lo crees realmente?

¿Va en puto serio? Dios.

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D

It had been the perfect Friday afternoon,
the job was almost done.
The house we were decorating was owned by a little old man,
forever in the same three piece suit he'd probabbly had since he was demobbed.
He seemed to be forever on his way to the post office,
carrying brown paper ansd string wrapped parcels under his arm.
He'd bring us out china cups of camp coffee and plates of custard cream biscuits.
The house had belonged to his parents who had both passed away within weeks of each other, a few years back.
They were the only people he had ever lived with, this was the only house he had ever lived in.
I wondered what would happen to the house when he's gone.

It was a short walk to my bedsit, once a similar house to the old man's, now broken into lots of single room accomodation.
It also once had a great garden like his, now occupied by one-storey modern block building, containing the dentist and chiropodist.

In my room was an electric cooker, which I only used in winter to keep warm,
next to that was a sink with a glass shelf above it, on which was a toothbrush and carton of marlboro's.
There was a table with a chair in one corner, a single bed in the other, and about four sq ft in the middle.
There was a wooden drawer under the bed with most of my clothes in, the rest was over the back of the chair.
I had a record player on a table and boxes of records underneath.
The bathroom for the first and the second floor was opposite my room,
it had a meter for the water which took two 50pence pieces, you'd have to wait half an hour for the water to heat up, and keep an eye on the door in case some sod pinched your bath.
There was one toilet upstairs and one outside, but no one used the outside one anymore, so it was where the local prostitutes would take their clients for a quickie.
I'd spend as little time as I could in my room, my skin was still warm and soft from the bath as I walked into town.

So I was sat on my usual bar stool in my usual pub by 6.30, the usual twelve or so regulars in at this time of the evening, nice and relaxed before the post 8.00 crush, we'd crowd around the tiny bar then pool tables, the house rule for fool was winner stays on, you'd chalk your name on the balckboard, and wait your turn. The challenger would pay for the game, so if you were good, you 'd play all night.Tonight I was great.
She walked into the pool room just as I potted the black, the next name on the list, bent down to the slot on the table and put coins in.
I was used to seeing her surrounded by burgundy flocked wallpaper and red velvet upholstery in the sunday night pub around the corner; she looked different stood here in the pool room, she looked good, she was looking at me.
I ended the game as quickly as I could, without losing badly and stood near her.
"Would you like a drink?", she asked. "I get them. What do you want?" I replied. "The same as you're having", she said.
The great thing about being a regular when the bars turned deep is it only takes a raised eyebrow and a couple of nods, and two bottles of Holster Pils had been passed over people's heads to you. We did the pool room dance for a while, moving to" excuse me"'s bending around elbows and pool cues until we decided to move on
It was too early to go to the club, so we went around the corner to the Sunday night pub. It was still quite busy on a Friday night, full of couples and students. It had a reputation as a gay bar, probably why the students came in, to feel safe.
She was my dream, we drank pernod and blacks, talked about John Barry, Ford Cortinas (she preferred the Mark 3), what was best: gel or Brylcream? I preferred the Brylcream.
She even agreed On Her Majesty's Secret Service was the best Bond film, if you accept it as a whole and not just get hung up about George Lazenby.
She smoked Silkcuts, she didn't mind Marlboros, but we both had a fondness for Old Port cigars
We moved down to the club. Upstairs for a couple of onion bhajis went down to the quiet bar, near the dance floors.
We decided to leave early, you wouldn't want to be there in the end, when the lights came on. You'd never sit down in here again. In a depressing shuffle we pushed to the door, now it was good to get up and out, while it was still a black hole, warm, and smokey, full of possibilities...

She lived by the river, the other side of town, queue for taxis was hell as usual, next to the late night chippy, the worst chips you could buy, but at this time of night, full. Outside fights and throwing up. We jumped in the taxi, nothing mattered but us.
Back at hers, a bedsit in a house similar to mine, she'd done something, painted three walls, put up some old fifties star wall paper, a big Bowie poster and some nice curtains, it would be easy for me to change my woodchip magnolia bedsit standard. Afterall, it was my job. She had a few lamps here and there were some candles. She made us proper hot chocolate, not the instant shit you get from the machine. She had Fox'sbiscuits and a small bottle of Cointreau, too. The end of a perfect day. The taste of chocolate, cigarette, and orange liqueur made it even seem better. I undid her tartan miniskirt, pulled off her black wool tights, my lips moved up her legs... What the fuck? I had a large hard dick poking me in the eye. "Shit! you're a chap!" I felt like jumping through the window, screaming, I couldn't move...
She... he...still looked the same... I had a pain in my head, I wanted to do something, say something...
He was holding me, sobbing... "you must have known, how could you not tell?" And "I love you, I can be your woman..." His eyes were still beautiful, deep brown, his lips still chocolatey and orangey.
"Shit!" I said, "I was never a breast man, anyway..."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o8dgj8UJMs4

B

Al año nos conocimos
haciendo flanes de arena;
bien pronto nos descubrimos:
tú eras nene y yo era nena

Y en el verano segundo,
en el verano segundo.
Escapamos de la yaya
siguiendo una cucaracha,
y descubrimos que el mundo
no era sólo nuestra casa,
y descubrimos que el mundo
no era sólo nuestra casa.

Tiempo de sol,
zapatitos de charol
Tiempo de luz,
yo de rosa y tú de azul
Tiempo de sol,
capotita de almidón
tiempo de luz,
yo de rosa y tú de azul.

En una tarde de estío,
al cabo de algunos años,
descubrimos el suspiro
con un sentimiento extraño.

Piedras y árboles del río
Piedras y árboles del río
todavía están grabados
por nuestras manos de niños:

Corazones dibujados
con tu nombre y con el mío,
dos corazones flechados,
del primer amor, heridos.

Tiempo de sol,
zapatitos de charol
Tiempo de luz,
yo de rosa y tú de azul
Tiempo de sol,
capotita de almidón
tiempo de luz,
yo de rosa y tú de azul.

Inclemente, impertinente
hizo el tiempo su labor:
nunca dura cosa buena;
descubrimos de repente
con sentimiento y con pena;
se deshizo nuestro amor
como los flanes de arena.

Tiempo de sol,
zapatitos de charol
Tiempo de luz,
yo de rosa y tú de azul
Tiempo de sol,
capotita de almidón
tiempo de luz,
yo de rosa y tú de azul.

charlesmarri

"On A Bright Day She Passed Away
In The Morning It's A Cruel Way
To Take Her Away With No Warning
He Took Her Hand Through Every Midnight Hour
And Then He Saw Her Fading Away Like A Spring Shower

I Can See A Complete Life's Time
Pictures And Posters Of Times And Fashion
Nineteen Years With No Reason Or Rhyme
Taken Away In A Crime Of Passion

He Stood To See If He Could Catch Her Breathing
But I Was No Good He Understood She Was Leaving
He Looked Outside The Frosty Window Pane
And Then He Saw Her Moving Away Elizabeth Jane

I See Freedom In Sight It's A Long Climb
But She Would Not Give Up The Fight For A Long Time
And I See A Light Come Shining Into Night
Baby It's All Right We Couldn't Have Changed It Was
Second Sight

I See Freedom Light Shining In The Night
I See Freedom But She Wouldn't Give Up The Fight
I See Her Light Come Shining Into Night
Baby It's All Right We Couldn't Have Changed It Was
Second Sight

I See A Light Come Shining Into Night
Baby It's All Right We Couldn't Have Changed It Was
Second Sight"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UMJKWxIK_vM

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Thanat0s

#9 Pff en qué cojones estaría pensando Deoxys, sigue poniendo buena música a tope!

1
B

Elle avait des bagues à chaque doigt,
Des tas de bracelets autour des poignets,
Et puis elle chantait avec une voix
Qui, sitôt, m'enjôla.

Elle avait des yeux, des yeux d'opale,
Qui me fascinaient, qui me fascinaient.
Y avait l'ovale de son visage pâle
De femme fatale qui m'fut fatale.
De femme fatale qui m'fut fatale.

On s'est connus, on s'est reconnus,
On s'est perdus de vue, on s'est r'perdus d'vue
On s'est retrouvés, on s'est réchauffés,
Puis on s'est séparés.

Chacun pour soi est reparti.
Dans l'tourbillon de la vie
Je l'ai revue un soir, hàie, hàie, hàie
Ça fait déjà un fameux bail.
Ça fait déjà un fameux bail.

Au son des banjos je l'ai reconnue.
Ce curieux sourire qui m'avait tant plu.
Sa voix si fatale, son beau visage pâle
M'émurent plus que jamais.

Je me suis soûlé en l'écoutant.
L'alcool fait oublier le temps.
Je me suis réveillé en sentant
Des baisers sur mon front brûlant.
Des baisers sur mon front brûlant

On s'est connus, on s'est reconnus.
On s'est perdus de vue, on s'est r'perdus de vue
On s'est retrouvés, on s'est séparés.
Dans le tourbillon de la vie.

On a continué à toumer
Tous les deux enlacés
Tous les deux enlacés.
Puis on s'est réchauffés.

Chacun pour soi est reparti.
Dans l'tourbillon de la vie.
Je l'ai revue un soir ah là là
Elle est retombée dans mes bras.

Quand on s'est connus,
Quand on s'est reconnus,
Pourquoi se perdre de vue,
Se reperdre de vue ?

Quand on s'est retrouvés,
Quand on s'est réchauffés,
Pourquoi se séparer ?

Alors tous deux on est repartis
Dans le tourbillon de la vie
On a continué à tourner
Tous les deux enlacés
Tous les deux enlacés...

dicon

#9 Este hilo manda, toda la razon tio, sigue asi!

B

Dirty old river, must you keep rolling
Flowing into the night
People so busy, makes me feel dizzy
Taxi light shines so bright
But I don't need no friends
As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset
I am in paradise

Every day I look at the world from my window
But chilly, chilly is evening time
Waterloo sunset's fine

Terry meets Julie, Waterloo Station
Every Friday night
But I am so lazy, don't want to wander
I stay at home at night
But I don't feel afraid
As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset
I am in paradise

Every day I look at the world from my window
But chilly, chilly is evening time
Waterloo sunset's fine

Millions of people swarming like flies 'round Waterloo underground
But Terry and Julie cross over the river
Where they feel safe and sound
And they don't need no friends
As long as they gaze on Waterloo sunset
They are in paradise.

Waterloo sunset's fine.
Waterloo sunset's fine.
Waterloo sunset's fine.

M0E

A veces pienso en ti incluso vestida,
vestida de mujer para la noche,
la noche que cambió tanto en mi vida,
mi vida, deja que te desabroche

el broche con el cual cierras tu blusa,
tu blusa que paseo con mi mano,
mi mano, sin tener mejor excusa
que, excusa, es que es de un ser humano.

Humano, con deseos y con todo,
con todo lo que tú también deseas,
deseas pero, hija, así no hay modo,
no hay modo porque siempre te peleas.

Peleas adoraba a Melisanda,
pues, anda, qué cargado está este porro,
el porro que me fumo en la baranda,
baranda donde a suicidarme corro.

¡Socorro! Me socorren. No me tiro,
me tiro para eso a una distinta,
distinta y que me cuida si suspiro,
suspiro por tu falda tan sucinta.

Su cinta que también se me resiste,
insiste, la tenías en el bote
y el bote naufragó en un lago triste,
qué triste, te mereces un azote.

Azote por hundirme en la miseria,
miseria del amor y de los cuernos,
los cuernos, peor aún, ruptura y seria,
muy seria, porque han sido tres inviernos,

inviernos, primaveras y veranos,
veranos, largas noches, largos días,
los días que hoy se escapan de mis manos,
mis manos, que creí que tú entendías.

Tendías luz y bragas en la cuerda,
recuerda que nos dábamos mil besos,
mil besos y se fue todo a la mierda,
qué mierda del amor y sus procesos,

procesos que en el fondo son normales,
normal es que uno tenga sus deslices,
deslices que conoces cuando sales,
o sales o no sales, ¿tú qué dices?

Que dices que es que tengo mucho morro,
el morro de querer besar el tuyo,
el tuyo, para compartir el porro,
el porro de la paz, porque es lo suyo.

Lo suyo es que no te vengues con creces,
qué creces, si ya estás muy bien crecida,
crecida para desnudar mil veces,
y a veces pienso en ti incluso vestida.

3
B

Tonight we fly
Over the houses
The streets and the trees
Over the dogs down below
They'll bark at our shadows
As we float by on the breeze

Tonight we fly
Over the chimney tops
Skylights and slates -
Looking into all your lives
And wondering why
Happiness is so hard to find

Over the doctor, over the soldier
Over the farmer, over the poacher
Over the preacher, over the gambler
Over the teacher, over the rambler
Over the lawyer, over the dancer
Over the voyeur,over the builder and the destroyer,
Over the hills and far away

Tonight we fly
Over the mountains
The beach and the sea
Over the friends that we've known
And those that we now know
And those who we've yet to meet

And when we die
Oh, will we be
That disappointed
Or sad
If heaven doesn't exist
What will we have missed
This life is the best we've ever had

B

I became accustomed to a kind of social servitude and no one, I mean no one, could accept what I had become.
Selfish, bitter, weak.
Enough to make you sick.
And lately, I've been feeling there are bits of life I'm stealing.
Get me home.

At times it seems I will not help but it's just that I must save myself from fear that blankets like mist, on an optimist who insists it's the simple things that crush, and I'm crying far too much, so much so that I'm thinking my control on life is shrinking.

There's a light on in my head and I'm thinking what I said.
All the freedom in my brain, I'm alright now, I'm just thinking what to say.

Sorry doesn't seem to wash when there's truths around that I have quashed and no one, I mean no one, can depress me more than I can.
So does that make me weak or should that make me sick ?
But lately I've been feeling that I'm gonna give up breathing.

There's a light on in my head and I'm thinking what I said.
All the fever in my brain, I'm alright now, I can even take the pain.

B

I feel icy
I feel cold
I feel old
Is there something there behind me?
I'm sublime

I feel empty
I feel dark
I remark
I am mesmerized
By my own beat
Like a heartbeat
(In it's own beat)

kOnOrZ

También habrá que saltar a la pata coja,

y habrá que coleccionar sellos de Nigeria,

no todo va a ser follar,

no todo va a ser follar,

y habrá también que apretar una tuerca floja

y habrá que ir a trabajar,

no todo va a ser follar,

por una miseria.


Y habrá también que llevar a arreglar el coche

y habrá que quitarle el polvo a la biblioteca,

no todo va a ser follar,

no todo va a ser follar,

y habrá que cerrar el bar al morir la noche

y habrá también que pagar,

no todo va a ser follar,

lo de la hipoteca.


No todo va a ser follar,

ya follé el año pasado

a la orillita del mar

con una mujer sin par

que después me dio de lado,

lo recuerdo, algo tocado

pero sin dramatizar,

no todo va a ser follar,

no todo va a ser follar.


También habrá que llamar a la pobre Alicia,

y habrá que modificar la ronda nocturna,

no todo va a ser follar,

no todo va a ser follar,

y habrá que desmenuzar la última noticia

y habrá que depositar,

no todo va a ser follar,

el voto en la urna.


Y habrá también que comprarse unos calcetines,

también habrá que regar esos cuatro tiestos,

no todo va a ser follar,

no todo va a ser follar,

y habrá que documentarse sobre los delfines

y habrá también que firmar,

no todo va a ser follar,

muchos manifiestos.


No todo va a ser follar,

ya follé el año pasado

a la orillita del mar

con una mujer sin par

que después me dio de lado,

lo recuerdo, trastornado

pero sin exagerar,

no todo va a ser follar,

no todo va a ser follar.


También habrá que invitar a una barbacoa,

y habrá también que acercarse hasta el quinto pino,

no todo va a ser follar,

no todo va a ser follar,

y habrá que intentar cruzar Núñez de Balboa

y habrá que ir a consultar,

no todo va a ser follar,

a un buen otorrino.


También habrá que admirar a la mona Chita,

y habrá también que jugar a pares o nones,

no todo va a ser follar,

no todo va a ser follar,

y habrá que resucitar por la mañanita

y habrá también que cantar,

no todo va a ser follar,

muchas más canciones.


No todo va a ser follar,

ya follé el año pasado

a la orillita del mar

con una mujer sin par

que después me dio de lado,

lo recuerdo, obsesionado

pero sin llorar,

no todo va a ser follar,

no todo va a ser follar.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o0XlAeZTRyQ

4
charlesmarri

"Ya me di por muerto una ocasión,
y hace tiempo que dije que no,
que no te volvería a perdonar,
pero no quiero estar sin verte más.

Necesito un poco de piedad,
darte un par de abrazos y explotar,
pero no me dejas otra opción,
siempre eliges mal, crees que es lo mejor.
Yo no puedo más, yo ya no puedo más.

Me dices por momentos que soy un incordio,
que con tantas palabras yo siempre te agobio.
Me gustaría pensar que no, que no lo sientes.

Que sólo puedo hacerme sufrir,
que sólo quiero ser tu obsesión,
por qué no dejas ya de dolerme y me das tu bendición.

Cuánto ves a tu Santacruz,
yo quiero ver ya la luz.
Yo quiero que me regales tres segundos inmortales,
untándome de tus planes.
Cuéntame lo que sabes, cuéntame lo que sabes.

Tienes deudas, ya no quiero hablar,
de tu concepto del bien y del mal.
Antes formaba mi estado mental,
perturbó mi forma de pensar,
psíquico trastorno emocional.

Me rompes todos, a menudo todos los esquemas,
me dejas aturdido, tú me desorientas.
Me gustaría verte cambiar y que respiraras,
que me juraras que de verdad
hoy nuestro tiempo vuelve a empezar,
por qué no dejas ya de dolerme una vez más.

Cuánto ves a tu Santacruz,
yo quiero ver ya la luz.
Yo quiero que me regales tres segundos inmortales,
untándome de tus planes,
Piensa qué es lo que sabes,
cuéntame lo que sabes,
cuéntame lo que sabes.

Yo quiero ver ya la luz."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kIKAgXAMMxo

D

Acabar un vida vulgar con un corte limpio, ¿no? Buscad el broche apropiado, que yo ya tengo el mío.

Throw my guitar down on the floor
No one cares what I've got to say anymore
I didn't come here to be damned with faint praise
I'll write my masterpiece some other day
(Fuck everything, fuck me)

I'm repeating myself again
Innovation, I leave to smarter men
Pretty melodies don't fall out of the air for me
I've got to steal them from somewhere
But it doesn't matter what you do
Or how hard you try
Now there's nothing left for me to do except die
When they cut you up
And tell you that it's not going to hurt
But they are not going to stop until they see you go to sleep in the dirt

There'll be no more cigarettes
No more having sex
No more drinking until you fall on the floor
No more indie rock
Just a ticking clock

You have no time for that anymore
You better watch where you run your mouth
Because you know what they'll say to you

They'll say
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
Your life is over
...

1
M0E

As I walk these narrow streets
Where a million passin feet have trod before me
With my guitar in my hand
Suddenly I realize nobody knows me

Where yesterday the multitude
Screamed and cried my name out for a song
Today the streets are empty
And the crowds have all gone home

I pass a million houses
But there is no place that I belong
All I knew to give you
Was song after song after song

All the truths I tried to tell you
Were as distant to you as the moon
Born 200 years too late
And 200 years too soon

I'm a child of this age
Locked into the pages of your book
And when I am but dust and clay
And all the children stop to take a look

Will they marvel at the miracles I did perform
And the heights I did aspire
Or will they tear out the pages of the book
To light a fire

With the rain on my face
There is no place that I belong
Did you forget this fucking singer so soon?
And did you forget my song?

1
M0E

The car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel
And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
And a dark wind blows
The government is corrupt
And we're on so many drugs
With the radio on and the curtains drawn

We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
And the machine is bleeding to death

The sun has fallen down
And the billboards are all leering
And the flags are all dead at the top of their poles

It went like this

The buildings tumbled in on themselves
Mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair

The skyline was beautiful on fire
All twisted metal stretching upwards
Everything washed in a thin orange haze

I said, "Kiss me, you're beautiful..
These are truly the last days"

You grabbed my hand and we fell into it
Like a daydream or a fever

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down
For sure it's the valley of death

I open up my wallet
And it's full of blood

5
C

#9 No se como te atreves a decir eso de Iron Maiden despues de poner una letra de semejante grupo de mierda. Seguro que eres un adolescente con granos.

#27 el grupo de mierda es el que has puesto en #1 payaso

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#26 ¿Y donde he puesto una letra de semejante grupo de mierda, payaso?

#26 lol, ¿de qué hablas? Eso no es un grupo.

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Raijin
Traducción personal

Dans son regard absent et son iris absinthe,
Tandis que Marilou s'amuse a faire des volutes de seches au menthol,
Entre deux bulles de comic strip,
Tout en jouant avec le zip De ses "levi's"
Je lis le vice et je pense a Caroll Lewis.

Dans son regard absent et son iris absinthe,
Tandis que Marilou s'evertue a faire des volutes de seches au menthol,
Entre deux bulles de comic strip,
Tout en jouant avec son zip
A entrebailler ses "levi's"

Dans son regard absent et son iris absinthe dis je,
Je lis le vice de baby doll,
Et je pense a Lewis Carroll.

Dans son regard absent et son iris absinthe,
Quand crachent les enceintes de la sono lancant,
A cor de cartes et de quintes

Tandis que Marilou s'esquinte
La sante, s'ereinte
A s'envoyer en l'air.

Lorsqu'en un songe absurde Marilou se resorbe,
Que son coma l'absorbe en pratiques obscures,
Sa pupille est absente, et son iris absinthe,
Sous ses gestes se teintent extases sous jacentes

A son regard le vice donne un cote salace,
Un peu du bleu lavasse de sa paire de "levi's"
Tandis qu'elle exhale un soupir au menthol,
Ma debile mentale perdue en son exil physique et cerebral,
Joue avec le metal de son zip et la taule de corail apparait.

Elle s'y coca colle un doigt qui en arret au bord de corolle,
Est pris pres du calice du vertige d'Alice de Lewis Carroll.

Lorsqu'en songes obscurs Marilou se resorbe,
Que son coma l'absorbe en des reves absurdes,
Sa pupille s'absente, et son iris absinthe,
Subreptissement se teinte de plaisirs sans l'attente.
Perdu dans son exil physique et cerebral,
Un a un elle exhale des soupirs febriles parfumes au menthol,

Ma debile mentale fait teinter le metal de son zip,
Et narcisse elle pousse le vice
Dans la nuit bleue lavasse de sa paire de "levi's"
Arrivee au pubis, de son sexe corail ecartant la corolle,
Prise au bord du calice de Vertigo, Alice s'enfonce jusqu'a l'os,
Au pays des malices de Lewis Carroll.

Pupilles absente, iris absinthe, baby doll,
Ecoute ses idoles, Jimi Hendrix, Elvis Presley, T-Rex, Alice Cooper,
Lou Reed, Les Rolling Stones elle en est folle,

La dessus cette narcisse se plonge avec delice
Dans la nuit bleue petrole de sa paire de "levi's"
Elle arrive au pubis et tres cool au mynthol,
Elle se self control son petit orifice,

Enfin poussant le vice jusqu'au bord du calice,
D'un doigt sex-symbol s'ecartant la corolle,
Sur fond de rock & roll s'egare mon Alice
Aux pays des malices de Lewis Carroll

PD: La original es de Serge Gainsbourg, una leyenda de la música francesa, pero el videoclip vale la pena.

#30 Buenísima, es que sólo Alain Bashung se puede permitir hacer covers de Serge Gainsbourg pero puse esta versión más por el videoclip que no la versión. Jacques Brel, Serge Gainsbourg y Alain Bashung resumen la canción francófona.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EAwWPadFsOA

B

#28 La mejor es Samuel Hall.

#28 Charles Trenet, Françoise Hardy... Y más xD

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