Everyday is like sunday

Everyday is like sunday
Everyday is silent and grey




Canción perfecta para la noche de un lluvioso domingo.

Pictures of you

if only i had thought of the right words
i could have hold on to your heart
if only i'd thought of the right words
i wouldn't be breaking apart all my pictures of you




Nada más que añadir

Huellas

Faltan soñadores, no intérpretes de sueños,
artistas del alambre, música de afilador.
A ti te mandan rosas y son de invernadero,
a mí cartas de amor escritas en ordenador




Uno de los mejores grupos españoles de siempre, si no el mejor, y el más olvidado

Enjoy the silence

Words like violence break the silence
Come crashing in into my little world
Painful to me, pierce right through me
Can't you understand, oh my little girl?

All I ever wanted, all I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm

Words are spoken to be broken
Feelings are intense, words are trivial
Pleasures remain, so does their pain
Words are meaningless and forgettable




Imprescindible, una de las mejores canciones del mundo mundial

Another sunny day

The lovin is a mess what happened to all of the feeling?
I thought it was for real; babies, rings and fools kneeling
And words of pledging trust and lifetimes stretching forever
So what went wrong? It was a lie, it crumbled apart
Ghost figures of past, present, future haunting the heart




Sea o no el amor una mentira, haga mañana sol o no, esta canción me recarga las pilas, es una oda al buen rollo disfrazada de caramelo envenenado.