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jueves, 7 de marzo de 2013

Rock! Rock! Till You Drop

Ridin' into danger, laughin' all the way
Fast, free and easy, livin' for today
Gotta lip service, get it while you can
Hot, sweat 'n' nervous love on demand
Anything goes! Anything goes!

Rock! Rock! Give it to me
It's what I got goin' thru' me
Don't ever stop do it to me
Yeah, Rock! Rock! You really move me


 
Eran los putos amos. Forman parte de mis mejores recuerdos.

sábado, 19 de noviembre de 2011

Malos Tiempos Para la Lírica

El azul del mar inunda mis ojos,
el aroma de las flores me envuelve,
contra las rocas se estrellan mis enojos
y así toda esperanza me devuelve.
Malos tiempos para la lírica.

Las ratas corren por la penumbra del callejón,
tu madre baja con el cesto y saluda,
seguro que ha acabado tu jersey de cotton
...puedes esbozar una sonrisa blanca y pura.

Malos tiempos para la lírica.

 

Tal cual, pero algún día pasarán

jueves, 7 de julio de 2011

Runaway

A different line every night guaranteed to blow your mind.
See you out on the streets, call me for a wild time.
So you sit home alone 'cause there's nothing left that you can do.
There's only pictures hung in the shadows left there to look at you.

You know she likes the lights at nights on the neon Broadway signs
She don't really mind,
it's only love she hoped to find.

Ooh, she's a little runaway.
Daddy's girl learned fast
all those things he couldn't say.
Ooh, she's a little runaway.


El primer tema de rock del que soy consciente, el primer disco que me compré. Han pasado mil años. La canción perfecta para la entrada número 100

domingo, 6 de febrero de 2011

Empty rooms

Loneliness is your only friend.
A broken heart that just won't mend
is the price you pay.

It's hard to take when love grows old.
The days are long and the nights turn cold
when it fades away.

You hope that she will change her mind,
but the days drift on and on.
You'll never know the reason why she's gone.

You see her face in every crowd.
You hear her voice, but you're still proud,
so you turn away.

You tell yourself that you'll be strong.
But your heart tells you,
this time you're wrong.

You hope that she will change her mind,
but the days drift on and on.
You'll never know the reason why she's gone.

Empty rooms,
where we learn to live without love.
Empty rooms,
where we learn to live without love.
Empty rooms,
where we learn to live without love.

Empty rooms,
where we learn to live without love.
Empty rooms,
where we learn to live without love.
Empty rooms,
where we learn to live without love.
Empty rooms,
where we learn to live without love.

All alone in an empty room.
Lonliness is your only friend, hooh.
Oh, she's gone and you're at the end.



No se puede vivir sin Gary Moore, que en paz descanse :(

sábado, 1 de enero de 2011

New Year's Day

All is quiet on New Year's Day.
A world in white gets underway.
I want to be with you, be with you night and day.
Nothing changes on New Year's Day.
On New Year's Day.



Aunque nada vaya a cambiar, feliz 2011