A perfect circle - The Outsider
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qn0G0NPmKpo
"Weird Al" Yankovic - Pancreas:
http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=ciLt1BM6CVU
Oooh oooh oooh ee-oooh oooh oooh
Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh-oooh oooh
Oooooh
I'm always thinkin' 'bout it
I don't know what I'd do without it
I love, I really love
My pancreas
My spleen just doesn't matter
Don't really care about my bladder
But I don't leave home without
My pancreas
My pancreas is always
There for me
Ahh-oooh
Secreting those enzymes (bap bap bap)
Secreting those hormones too
Metabolizing carbohydrates
Just for me
Ba-ba ba ba-ba ba ba ba-ba ba ba
My pancreas
Ba-ba ba ba-ba ba ba ba-ba ba
My pancreas
Ba-ba ba ba-ba ba ba ba-ba ba ba
My pancreas
Ba-ba ba ba-ba ba ba ba-ba ba
My pancreas
Ba-ba ba ba-ba ba ba ba-ba ba ba
My pancreas
Ba-ba ba ba-ba ba ba ba-ba ba
My pancreas
Ooooooh
My pancreas attracts every other
Pancreas in the universe
With a force proportional
To the product of their masses
And inversely proportional
To the distance between them
Woo woo woo woo
Don'tcha you know you gotta
Flow, flow, flow, pancreatic juice
Flow, flow, into the deuodenum
Won'tcha
Flow, flow, flow, pancreatic juice
Flow, flow, into the deuodenum
Insulin, glucagon
(Won'tcha flow, flow, flow, pancreatic juice)
Comin' from the islets of Langerhans...
(Flow flow, into the deuodenum)
Insulin, glucagon
(Won'tcha flow flow flow, pancreatic juice)
Comin' from the islets of Langerhans...
(Flow flow, into the deuodenum)
Lipase, amylase, and tripsin
(Insulin, glucagon)
(Won'tcha flow, flow flow, pancreatic juice)
They gonna help with our digestion
(Comin' from the islets of Langerhans...)
(Flow flow, into the deuodenium)
Lipase, amylase, and tripsin
(Insulin, glucagon)
(Won'tcha flow flow flow, pancreatic juice)
They gonna help with our digestion
(Comin' from the islets of Langerhans...)
(Flow flow, into the deuodenum)
Can't you see I love my pancreas
{Lipase, amylase, and tripsin}
(Insulin, glucagon)
(Won'tcha flow flow flow, pancreatic juice)
Golly-gee I love my pancreas
{They gonna help with our digestion}
(Comin' from the islets of Langerhans...)
(Flow flow, into the deuodenum)
Can't you see I love my pancreas
{Lipase, amylase, and tripsin}
(Insulin, glucagon)
(Won'tcha flow flow flow, pancreatic juice)
Golly-gee I love my pancreas
{They gonna help with our digestion}
(Comin' from the islets of Langerhans...)
(Flow flow, into the deuodenum)
Can't you see I love my pancreas
{Lipase, amylase, and tripsin}
(Insulin, glucagon)
(Won'tcha flow flow flow, pancreatic juice)
Golly-gee I love my pancreas
{They gonna help with our digestion}
(Comin' from the islets of Langerhans...)
(Flow flow, into the deuodenum)
Can't you see I love my pancreas
No necesita explicación, es pegadiza como ella sola.
My heart is a fist - Papa Roach
http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=kzQiW-tnE2E
I surrender I know I’ve been a pretender
You can have this guilt this misery
I will so well
I wave my flag and sound the alarm
Somebody stop me before I do any harm
I surrender I know I’ve been a pretender
I’m living a dead life
I’m staring into the headlights
A get away car that will take me out of my mind tonight
Crash and burn n’ S.O.S
Somebody help me get out of this mess of a dead life
I’m burning under the spot light
My heart is a fist drenched in blood
My soul will fight again
My heart is a fist drenched in blood
My soul will rise again
Take a look at these highways one last look before I say goodbye
To this continuous nightmare I feel like I never escape
So watch me fall from grace
Watch me carve my hate
In the heart of a lover
I feel like I can never escape my fate
My heart is a fist drenched in blood
My soul will fight again
My heart is a fist drenched in blood
My soul will rise again
See you on your cloud
Looking down
I’m on my knees today
But you don’t notice me
See you on your cloud
Looking down
I’m on my knees today
But you don’t notice me
You don’t notice me
You don’t notice me
You don’t notice me
I’m screaming while I pray
While I pray
While I pray
You don’t notice me
I’m sick of you
God I am done with you
See you on your cloud
Looking down
I’m on my knees today
But you don’t notice me
My heart is a fist drenched in blood
My soul fight again
My hear is a fist drenched in blood
My soul will rise again
El penultimo parrafo no paro de escucharlo xd
Murfila - Caliente
Letra:
Si pudiera llorar
Mis ojos lo harían
Mandarte flores, beber un buen vino
Para olvidar que no existe el destino
Y cruzarnos por ahi
Sin apenas mirarnos
El mundo habla de tí
No puedo escucharlo
Salgo a buscarte
Con una flor en la mano
una canción con el sabor de ``ufadoŽŽ
Y llenarte de flores
El pasillo
Esperarte que, a que cruzes mi camino
Escuchar tu voz valiente
Cuando te acercas estoy caliente
Y mirar el reloj constantemente
A morderme las uñas como una demente
Y esperar, volver a verte
Disimulando a que estoy caliente
Estoy caliente
Si pudiera correr
``Eti un popasŽŽ haría
Si pudiera esperar
Sin pensar que se para
Me pudro en mi casa
Me pudro en mi casa
Me pudro en mi casa
Me pudro en mi casa
Yo te quiero aquí
A que me mates la vicha
Y llenarte de flores
El pasillo
Esperarte que, a que cruzes mi camino
Escuchar tu voz valiente
Cuando te acercas estoy caliente
Y mirar el reloj constantemente
A morderme las uñas como una demente
Y esperar, volver a verte
Disimulando a que estoy caliente
Estoy caliente
Y llenarte de flores
El pasillo
Esperarte que, a que cruzes mi camino
Escuchar tu voz valiente
Cuando te acercas estoy caliente
Y mirar el reloj constantemente
A morderme las uñas como una demente
Y esperar, volver a verte
Disimulando a que estoy caliente
Estoy caliente
Estoy caliente
Estoy caliente
Video
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HrE0gthDZkE
Explicacion: me pone
Scatman John - Welcome to Scatman World
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0v5F9uJhzU
(Scatting)
Scatman's World
(Scatting)
I'm calling out from Scatland
I'm calling out from Scatman's world.
If you wanna break free you better listen to me.
You got to learn how to see in your fantasy.
I'm calling out from Scatland
I'm calling out from Scatman's world.
If you wanna break free you better listen to me.
You got to learn how to see in your fantasy.
Everybody's talkin' something very shockin' just to
Keep on blockin' what they're feelin' inside but
Listen to me brother, you just keep on walkin' 'cause
You and me and sister ain't got nothin' to hide.
Scatman, fat man, black and white and brown man
Tell me 'bout the colour of your soul.
If part of your solution isn't ending the pollution
Then I don't want to hear your stories told.
I want to welcome you to Scatman's world
(Scatting)
I'm calling out from Scatland
I'm calling out from Scatman's world.
If you wanna break free you better listen to me.
You got to learn how to see in your fantasy.
Everybody's born to compete as he chooses
But how can someone win if winning means that someone loses.
I sit and see and wonder what it's like to be in touch.
No wonder all my brothers and my sisters need a crutch.
I want to be a human being not a human doing.
I couldn't keep that pace up if I tried.
The source of my intention really isn't crime prevention.
My intention is prevention of the lie,
Yeah, welcome to the Scatman's world
(Scatting)
I'm calling out from Scatland
I'm calling out from Scatman's world.
If you wanna break free you better listen to me.
You got to learn how to see in your fantasy.
(Scatting)
I'm calling out from Scatland
I'm calling out from Scatman's world.
If you wanna break free you better listen to me.
You got to learn how to see in your fantasy.
(Scatting in background)
Listen to me
I'm calling out from Scatland
I'm calling out from Scatman's world.
If you wanna break free you better listen to me.
You got to learn how to see in your fantasy.
(Scatting)
Explicación: Recordando tiempos mejores.
Puf, ahora mismo muchísimas... pero bueno, si hay que elegir una... una... una... creo que esta:
Kwoon- I Lived on the Moon
Para esas noches pegadas al ordenador, que últimamente parece que hay demasiadas...
Billy Talent - Devil In A Midnight Mass
http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=nfEmbIaaBU8
A devil in a midnight mass,
He prayed behind stained glass
A memory of Sunday class
Resurrected from the past
Hold your breath and count to four
Pinky swears don't work no more
Footsteps down the hallway floor
Getting closer to my door
I was alive but now I'm singing
[Chorus:]
Silent night for the rest of my life
Silent night for the rest of my life
Violent knight at the edge of your knife
Forgive me Father... won't make it right
Silent night for the rest of my life
Silent night at the edge of your knife
(You're guilty!)
A devil in a midnight mass,
killed the boy inside the man.
The holy water in his hands
Can never wash away his sins
Hold your breath and count to four
Pinky swears don't work no more
Put my trust in God that day
Not the man that taught his way
I was alive but now I'm singing
[Chorus]
[Whispered]
Whisper, whisper, don't make a sound.
Your bed is made and it's in the ground [x2]
[Screamed]
Whisper, whisper, don't make a sound.
Your bed is made and it's in the ground [x4]