tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67825896764381199852024-03-07T05:49:04.891-03:00D#Pequeño infrablog vergonzante. Placer culpable de mostrar letras que se ajustan a alguna situación personal.D. (de Damián)http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164590998470473175noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782589676438119985.post-70795120306150657042010-07-20T11:18:00.007-03:002012-01-24T11:52:30.847-03:00Guillemots - Made up love song #43<img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495994227375935346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA8DD6Fk2JDFs5poR8anRF369tJ52bJwsktWLRzYZ_Gdomew_ri73unKC949q0DiWtY8X6CNhDBPKZjQOHGTVEANFrXoJ0toCH3KRbyirlwvmPHGyxaSDJARJoy3i6FeuSd-xnJMOWEDM/s200/61KCGTMF5AL._SS500_.jpg" /> <br /><div><br /><div>I love you through sparks and shining dragons, I do, </div><br /><div>Now there's poetry, in an empty coke can.</div><br /><div>I love you through sparks and shining dragons, I do, </div><br /><div>Now there's majesty, in a burnt out caravan.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>You got me off the paper round, </div><br /><div>just sprang out of the air, </div><br /><div>The best things come from nowhere, </div><br /><div>I love you, I don't think you care.</div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I love you through sparks and shining dragons, I do, </div><br /><div>And the symmetry in your northern grin.</div><br /><div>I love you through sparks and shining dragons, I do, </div><br /><div>I can see myself in the refill litter bin.</div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>You got me off the sofa, </div><br /><div>just sprang out of the air, </div><br /><div>The best things come from nowhere, </div><br /><div>I can't believe you care.</div></div>D. (de Damián)http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164590998470473175noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782589676438119985.post-10937926387481071672009-08-16T14:38:00.000-03:002009-08-16T14:39:27.603-03:002)a l e m ó. t s d u e Y c h p s o oD. (de Damián)http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164590998470473175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782589676438119985.post-9354342249443832462008-07-16T22:17:00.001-03:002008-07-16T22:22:50.145-03:00The Pretenders - I'll stand by you<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZPJz_GVD8Cb7RgxiyZotz5NE1jwT_mIQRuQw0sVs-uC_FQs1s4JrQMgNWaog9_9VWAWk2-vZnZmIDvcRpXRI6jUs1QVxVtEiqVrR382P3ZB_-GtuDu0FyLBTiFlUEW1wnQP7ON9kW6vs/s1600-h/Last_of_the_Independents.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZPJz_GVD8Cb7RgxiyZotz5NE1jwT_mIQRuQw0sVs-uC_FQs1s4JrQMgNWaog9_9VWAWk2-vZnZmIDvcRpXRI6jUs1QVxVtEiqVrR382P3ZB_-GtuDu0FyLBTiFlUEW1wnQP7ON9kW6vs/s200/Last_of_the_Independents.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223787189375842386" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Oh, why you look so sad?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tears are in your eyes</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Come on and come to me now</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't be ashamed to cry</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Let me see you through</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">cause I've seen the dark side too</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">When the night falls on you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You don't know what to do</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nothing you confess</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Could make me love you less</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'll stand by you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'll stand by you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Won't let nobody hurt you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'll stand by you</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So if you're mad, get mad</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't hold it all inside</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Come on and talk to me now</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hey, what you got to hide?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I get angry too</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Well I'm a lot like you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">When you're standing at the crossroads</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And don't know which path to choose</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Let me come along</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">cause even if you're wrong</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'll stand by you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'll stand by you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Won't let nobody hurt you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'll stand by you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Take me in, into your darkest hour</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And I'll never desert you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'll stand by you</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And when...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">When the night falls on you, baby</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You're feeling all alone</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You won't be on your own</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'll stand by you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'll stand by you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Won't let nobody hurt you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'll stand by you</span>D. (de Damián)http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164590998470473175noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782589676438119985.post-81457781536329280022008-07-11T08:57:00.004-03:002008-07-11T10:15:52.167-03:00Tina Turner - The best<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVdutATZTycGVdbM8-Jy6UBz4lHlTzB3MXl0mn4yeA5iUYm7z058sIQrp4u9CfB_ej_y248JHBKrpFFtCNbOaiVmyv7aG3kjs_C188cW66B1WA8sCbCRdbIFukx7rr7FNwNc_YZsz3LXg/s1600-h/Tinathebest.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221743866922303762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVdutATZTycGVdbM8-Jy6UBz4lHlTzB3MXl0mn4yeA5iUYm7z058sIQrp4u9CfB_ej_y248JHBKrpFFtCNbOaiVmyv7aG3kjs_C188cW66B1WA8sCbCRdbIFukx7rr7FNwNc_YZsz3LXg/s200/Tinathebest.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong>I call you when I need you, my hearts on fire</strong></div><div><strong>You come to me, come to me, wild and wild</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>You come to me, give me everything I need</strong></div><div><strong>Give me a lifetime of promises and a world of dreams</strong></div><div><strong>Speak the language of love like you know what it means</strong></div><div><strong>And it can't be wrong, take my heart and make it strong, baby</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>You're simply the best, </strong></div><div><strong>better than all the rest, </strong></div><div><strong>better than anyone, </strong></div><div><strong>anyone I've ever met!</strong></div><div><strong>I'm stuck on your heart, </strong></div><div><strong>I hang on every word you say</strong></div><div><strong>Tear us apart, baby </strong></div><div><strong>I would rather be dead</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>In your heart I see the start of every night and every day</strong></div><div><strong>In your eyes, I get lost, I get washed away</strong></div><div><strong>Just as long as I'm here in your arms I could be in no better place...</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>You're simply the best,<br />better than all the rest,<br />better than anyone,<br />anyone I've ever met!<br />I'm stuck on your heart,<br />I hang on every word you say<br />Tear us apart, baby<br />I would rather be dead</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>It's the time you leave me I start losing control, </strong></div><div><strong>you're walking away with my heart and my soul, </strong></div><div><strong>I can feel you even when I'm alone, oh baby dont let go!</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>And you're best, </strong></div><div><strong>better than all the rest, </strong></div><div><strong>better than anyone, </strong></div><div><strong>anyone I've ever met!</strong></div><div><strong>I'm stuck on your heart, </strong></div><div><strong>I hang on every word you say</strong></div><div><strong>Tear us apart, baby </strong></div><div><strong>I would rather be dead, </strong></div><div><strong>ooh you're the best!</strong></div>D. (de Damián)http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164590998470473175noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782589676438119985.post-29572865542034370492008-06-11T09:11:00.005-03:002008-06-11T09:18:27.306-03:00Bishop Allen - Butterfly nets<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Lkrj7IBeeXx-HodW_vsP0InmY2m1cDK9gO8FYnc9UzMy6mCWlce0v_xHbCjwet1Xafm1h1i476oGSmHznAMgcENe1L0mThKjAnUBMymF_bBrZuuzBQ0dKGUX5NCX8r3ydAZx3y9s8Yo/s1600-h/string.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210596977429581538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Lkrj7IBeeXx-HodW_vsP0InmY2m1cDK9gO8FYnc9UzMy6mCWlce0v_xHbCjwet1Xafm1h1i476oGSmHznAMgcENe1L0mThKjAnUBMymF_bBrZuuzBQ0dKGUX5NCX8r3ydAZx3y9s8Yo/s200/string.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong>Calm that wicked wind,</strong></div><div><strong>to pick you up and carry you off eastward,</strong></div><div><strong>though I did release you</strong></div><div><strong>for to seek a warmer sky</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>Should you be blown back</strong></div><div><strong>know that I will always run to greet you,</strong></div><div><strong>still surprised to catch you</strong></div><div><strong>every time</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>Armed with this small butterfly net</strong></div><div><strong>I will face the world alone</strong></div><div><strong>and never be lonely</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>So calm that wicked wind,</strong></div><div><strong>and if you go, you could be gone forever</strong></div><div><strong>I will play awhile here</strong></div><div><strong>by and by and by and by...</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>Armed with this small butterfly net</strong></div><div><strong>I will face the world alone </strong></div><div><strong>and never be lonely</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>Up and up you go</strong></div><div><strong>for to steal the secrets of the heavens</strong></div><div><strong>will you share them with me</strong></div><div><strong>my bright and brilliant spy?</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>Should you be blown back</strong></div><div><strong>know that I will always run to greet you</strong></div><div><strong>still surprised to catch you</strong></div><div><strong>every time</strong></div><div><strong>still surprised to catch you</strong></div><div><strong>by and by and by and by...</strong></div>D. (de Damián)http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164590998470473175noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782589676438119985.post-24791038590273855942008-04-14T09:33:00.002-03:002008-04-14T09:41:04.902-03:00John Lennon - Oh my love<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia92KH7F4n-7xUmwTlWsCiHaD1Wd32aHSP4NczZCWaMZLQwQVobl2U6kFHwWtmVp5Fw67MURuutAS4zdA6LMk1SkY3QeHi4NwhqeWFd3cKt0mv9ysnOWK1FUkHpUI7JEnK5hbl0P__owA/s1600-h/ImagineCover.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189079965980317138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia92KH7F4n-7xUmwTlWsCiHaD1Wd32aHSP4NczZCWaMZLQwQVobl2U6kFHwWtmVp5Fw67MURuutAS4zdA6LMk1SkY3QeHi4NwhqeWFd3cKt0mv9ysnOWK1FUkHpUI7JEnK5hbl0P__owA/s200/ImagineCover.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong>Oh my love for the first time in my life, </strong></div><div><strong>My eyes are wide open, </strong></div><div><strong>Oh my lover for the first time in my life, </strong></div><div><strong>My eyes can see</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>I see the wind, </strong></div><div><strong>Oh I see the trees, </strong></div><div><strong>Everything is clear in my heart, </strong></div><div><strong>I see the clouds, </strong></div><div><strong>Oh I see the sky, </strong></div><div><strong>Everything is clear in our world</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>Oh my love for the first time in my life, </strong></div><div><strong>My mind is wide open, </strong></div><div><strong>oh my lover for the first time in my life, </strong></div><div><strong>My mind can feel</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>I feel the sorrow, </strong></div><div><strong>Oh I feel dreams, </strong></div><div><strong>Everything is clear in my heart, </strong></div><div><strong>Everything is clear in our world, </strong></div><div><strong>I feel the life, </strong></div><div><strong>Oh I feel love. </strong></div>D. (de Damián)http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164590998470473175noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782589676438119985.post-84070725889689198162008-04-07T09:13:00.004-03:002008-04-07T09:20:31.763-03:00The Cure - Mint car<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpx9dPuvNO3dzT95mxqLhovDCZk556u87pC0DYYrHsQg9ZzkWS-G-NO6NUWIuTW8cFVwTIUXYH5c4iuWYGzXLNBPVXZ-ouAGa3N8jp_Y1E-NhMS3InYXoSduTnoLMEqk9HtjQTv3HMA04/s1600-h/The_Cure_-_Wild_Mood_Swings.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186477060426264738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpx9dPuvNO3dzT95mxqLhovDCZk556u87pC0DYYrHsQg9ZzkWS-G-NO6NUWIuTW8cFVwTIUXYH5c4iuWYGzXLNBPVXZ-ouAGa3N8jp_Y1E-NhMS3InYXoSduTnoLMEqk9HtjQTv3HMA04/s200/The_Cure_-_Wild_Mood_Swings.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong>The sun is up</strong></div><div><strong>I'm so happy I could scream!</strong></div><div><strong>And there's nowhere else in the world I'd rather be</strong></div><div><strong>Than here with you</strong></div><div><strong>It's perfect</strong></div><div><strong>It's all I ever wanted</strong></div><div><strong>I almost can't believe that it's for real</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>I really don't think it gets any better than this</strong></div><div><strong>Vanilla smile</strong></div><div><strong>And a gorgeous strawberry kiss!</strong></div><div><strong>Birds sing we swing</strong></div><div><strong>Clouds drift by and everything is like a dream</strong></div><div><strong>It's everything I wished</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>Never guessed it got this good</strong></div><div><strong>Wondered if it ever would</strong></div><div><strong>Really didn't think it could</strong></div><div><strong>Do it again?</strong></div><div><strong>I know we should!!!</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>The sun is up</strong></div><div><strong>I'm so fizzy I could burst!</strong></div><div><strong>You wet through and me headfirst</strong></div><div><strong>Into this is perfect</strong></div><div><strong>It's all I ever wanted</strong></div><div><strong>Ow! It feels so big it almost hurts!</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>Never guessed it got this good</strong></div><div><strong>Wondered if it ever would</strong></div><div><strong>Really didn't think it could</strong></div><div><strong>Do it some more?</strong></div><div><strong>I know we should!!!</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>Say it will always be like this</strong></div><div><strong>The two of us together</strong></div><div><strong>It will always be like this</strong></div><div><strong>Forever and ever and ever...</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>Never guessed it got this good</strong></div><div><strong>Wondered if it ever would</strong></div><div><strong>Really didn't think it could</strong></div><div><strong>Do it all the time?</strong></div><div><strong>I know that we should!!!<br /></div></strong>D. (de Damián)http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164590998470473175noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782589676438119985.post-48416952085813928842008-02-27T10:44:00.003-02:002008-02-27T10:50:10.565-02:00The Smiths - Nowhere fast<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA4U2xpL7MvpAmEar_gWAU8gtMF_Krq7RbiqQNg-4HT-R2F88iaOIYxc84bMQI2ekbtyu20JYAKknObtr5lE-DdLFpXFzrwgmoABEYTFz7iPR2tHDFBI3KICOJxBaKt4jU1CRecsKdDHA/s1600-h/MeatMurder.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171641013690828658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA4U2xpL7MvpAmEar_gWAU8gtMF_Krq7RbiqQNg-4HT-R2F88iaOIYxc84bMQI2ekbtyu20JYAKknObtr5lE-DdLFpXFzrwgmoABEYTFz7iPR2tHDFBI3KICOJxBaKt4jU1CRecsKdDHA/s200/MeatMurder.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong>I'd like to drop my trousers to the world </strong></div><div><strong>I am a man of means (of slender means) </strong></div><div><strong>Each household appliance </strong></div><div><strong>Is like a new science in my town </strong></div><div></div><br /><div><strong>And if the day came when I felt a natural emotion </strong></div><div><strong>I'd get such a shock I'd probably jump in the ocean </strong></div><div><strong>And when a train goes by It's such a sad sound </strong></div><div><strong>No ... It's such a sad thing </strong></div><div></div><br /><div>I'd like to drop my trousers to the Queen </div><div>Every sensible child will know what this means </div><div>The poor and the needy </div><div>Are selfish and greedy on her terms </div><br /><div></div><div><strong>And if the day came when I felt a natural emotion </strong></div><div><strong>I'd get such a shock I'd probably jump In the ocean </strong></div><div><strong>And when a train goes by It's such a sad sound </strong></div><div><strong>No ... It's such a sad thing </strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>And when I'm lying in my bed </strong></div><div><strong>I think about life And I think about death </strong></div><div><strong>And neither one </strong></div><div><strong>particularly appeals to me </strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>And if the day came when I felt a natural emotion </strong></div><div><strong>I'd get such a shock I'd probably lie </strong></div><div><strong>In the middle of the street and die </strong></div><div><strong>I'd lie down and die ...</strong></div>D. (de Damián)http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164590998470473175noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782589676438119985.post-41169343202564810732008-02-26T09:25:00.005-02:002008-02-26T09:34:46.483-02:00Bob Marley and the Wailers - Satisfy my soul<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgusK4fXIjrAkuiP_rXk_YnCuRvoKTpE0Iz3eSpKqCEq9nul8Zq-y4Cfzm7W_ocU6gRX2I0p98h5ip7wznwiu49RIj5rYeBvoLUOQq4cCXpXNdvi4-oUoSCFwJOgAkJ6CSWcrjx8bACxF4/s1600-h/BobMarley-Legend.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171250536739112802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgusK4fXIjrAkuiP_rXk_YnCuRvoKTpE0Iz3eSpKqCEq9nul8Zq-y4Cfzm7W_ocU6gRX2I0p98h5ip7wznwiu49RIj5rYeBvoLUOQq4cCXpXNdvi4-oUoSCFwJOgAkJ6CSWcrjx8bACxF4/s200/BobMarley-Legend.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong>Oh, please don't you rock my boat</strong></div><div><strong>'cause I don't want my boat to be rockin'</strong></div><div><strong>Oh, please don't you rock my boat </strong></div><div><strong>'cause I don't want my boat to be rockin' </strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>I'm telling you that, oh, oh-ooh, wo-o-wo!</strong></div><div><strong>I like it - like it this </strong></div><div><strong>So keep it steady, like this. </strong></div><div><strong>And you should know - you should know by now:</strong></div><div><strong>I like it, I like it like this</strong></div><div><strong>I like it like this, ooh yeah! </strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>You satisfy my soul </strong></div><div><strong>You satisfy my soul </strong></div><div><strong>Every little action </strong></div><div><strong>There's a reaction</strong></div><div><strong>Oh, can't you see what you've done for me, oh, yeah!</strong></div><div><strong>I am happy inside all - all of the time. </strong></div><div><strong>When we bend a new corner,</strong></div><div><strong>I feel like a sweepstake winner.</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>When I meet you around the corner </strong></div><div><strong>You make me feel like a sweepstake winner </strong></div><div><strong>Whoa, child! cant you see? you must believe me!</strong></div><div><strong>Oh darling, darling, I'm calling, calling:</strong></div><div><strong>Can't you see? why won't you believe me? </strong></div><div><strong>Oh, darling, darling, I'm calling, calling</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>When I meet you around the corner,</strong></div><div><strong>Oh, I said, baby, never let me be a loner,</strong></div><div><strong>And then you hold me tight, you make me feel all right.</strong></div><div><strong>Yes, when you hold me tight, you made me feel all right.</strong></div><div><strong>Whoa, honey, can't you see? </strong></div><div><strong>don't you believe me? </strong></div><div><strong>Oh, darling, darling, Im callin', callin':</strong></div><div><strong>Can't you see? why won't you believe me? </strong></div><div><strong>Oh, darling, darling, Im callin', callin'.</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>Satisfy my soul - satisfy my soul - </strong></div><div><strong>satisfy my soul - satisfy my soul:</strong></div><div><strong>That's all I want you to do, thats all I'll take from you:</strong></div><div><strong>Satisfy my soul, satisfy my soul.</strong></div>D. (de Damián)http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164590998470473175noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782589676438119985.post-37071335111838292542008-02-14T01:11:00.006-02:002008-02-14T01:16:58.711-02:00John Lennon - Woman<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiisClLxcAWG-Thq302rBKTiwvvYjpSgtsysDn5ma0wa3O48O6kuEGChR-PjxrfIxcOI5ZBdR8nb0tX3pkhrb5RKi6DWCio1MdrCYsv1uQtkq23FRgLUZZ_KYS-mjL12wiQ4TfT4Rt_KhU/s1600-h/lennon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiisClLxcAWG-Thq302rBKTiwvvYjpSgtsysDn5ma0wa3O48O6kuEGChR-PjxrfIxcOI5ZBdR8nb0tX3pkhrb5RKi6DWCio1MdrCYsv1uQtkq23FRgLUZZ_KYS-mjL12wiQ4TfT4Rt_KhU/s320/lennon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166669206793619282" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >Woman I can hardly express,<br />My mixed emotion at my thoughtlessness,<br />After all I'm forever in your debt,<br />And woman I will try express,<br />My inner feelings and thankfullness,<br />For showing me the meaning of succsess,<br />oooh well, well,<br />oooh well, well,<br /><br />Woman I know you understand<br />The little child inside the man,<br />Please remember my life is in your hands,<br />And woman hold me close to your heart,<br />However, distant don't keep us apart,<br />After all it is written in the stars,<br />oooh well, well,<br />oooh well, well,<br /><br />Woman please let me explain,<br />I never meant to cause you sorrow or pain,<br />So let me tell you again and again and again,<br />I love you (yeah, yeah) now and forever,<br />I love you (yeah, yeah) now and forever,<br />I love you (yeah, yeah) now and forever,<br />I love you (yeah, yeah)....</span>D. (de Damián)http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164590998470473175noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782589676438119985.post-27480773137230486862008-01-29T02:02:00.000-02:002008-01-29T02:05:47.464-02:00Morrissey - Yes, I'm blind<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-SufowCRQLQnXqNiHZDKr0snTspUcAGGjvKAN5XzhKgk4xWGdkr_J0oHZZaVBQlFays6kzdl5hjkmjQ4kPKkn3wxr16lJC1G4y8R4L-IgeP4DtWjfvyhJlCw0IqcMNkm6wiPIIaic5t8/s1600-h/MOrrissey-BonaDrag.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-SufowCRQLQnXqNiHZDKr0snTspUcAGGjvKAN5XzhKgk4xWGdkr_J0oHZZaVBQlFays6kzdl5hjkmjQ4kPKkn3wxr16lJC1G4y8R4L-IgeP4DtWjfvyhJlCw0IqcMNkm6wiPIIaic5t8/s200/MOrrissey-BonaDrag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160744561886121122" border="0" /></a><br /><span id="reg"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Yes, I am blind</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">no, I can't see</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">the good things</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">just the bad things</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Yes, I am blind</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">no, I can't see</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">there must be something</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">horribly wrong with me</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" id="light"><br />God come down<br />if you're really there<br />well you're the one<br />who claims to care</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Love's young dream</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm the one who shopped you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm the one who stopped you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">'cause in my sorry way I love you</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Love's young dream</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">are you sorry</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">for what you've done?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">well, you're not the only one</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">and in my sorry way I love you</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Yes, I am blind</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">but I do see</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Evil people prosper</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">over the likes of you and me</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ALWAYS</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" id="light">God come down<br />if you're really there<br />well you're the one<br />who claims to care</span><br /><br />Little lamb<br />on a hill<br />run fast if you can<br />good Christians<br /><span id="light">they</span> want to KILL you<br />and your life has not even begun!<br /><span id="light">you're just like me<br />just like me<br />oh, your life has not even begun<br />you're just like me<br />just like me<br />and your life has not even begun<br /><br /><br /></span></span>D. (de Damián)http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164590998470473175noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782589676438119985.post-29054728665933935132008-01-21T23:47:00.000-02:002008-01-22T00:03:11.657-02:00Charlie Hunter feat. Norah Jones - More than this *<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS8onCpeQLX6NrGJzqYa1pIp2iY87F6Hp9PdqUoWCJ2OLvADzZEjzSj86nzb3aTEe9sPRAXJCakoyQbpz9rqRG3qvcFEfHmSiG5LUdbLPyV8DB83U4q9M89K_v-rMOJejRRz7bSjg9rLI/s1600-h/1139885500.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS8onCpeQLX6NrGJzqYa1pIp2iY87F6Hp9PdqUoWCJ2OLvADzZEjzSj86nzb3aTEe9sPRAXJCakoyQbpz9rqRG3qvcFEfHmSiG5LUdbLPyV8DB83U4q9M89K_v-rMOJejRRz7bSjg9rLI/s200/1139885500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158115112223000514" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I could feel at the time</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />There was no way of knowing</span><br /><strong>Fallen leaves in the night</strong><br /><strong>Who can say where they're blowing<br /></strong><br /><strong>As free as the wind</strong><br /><strong>And hopefully learning</strong><br /><strong>Why the sea on the tide</strong><br /><strong>Has no way of turning</strong><br /><br /><strong>More than this</strong><br /><strong>There is nothing</strong><br /><strong>Oh more than this</strong><br /><strong>You tell me one thing</strong><br /><strong>More than this</strong><br /><strong>You know there's nothing<br /></strong><br /><strong>It was fun for a while</strong><br /><strong>There was no way of knowing</strong><br /><strong>Like a dream in the night</strong><br /><strong>Who can say where we're going</strong><br /><br />No care in the world<br />And maybe I'm learning<br />Why the sea on the tide<br />It has no way of turning<br /><br />More than this<br />You know there is nothing<br />Oh more than this<br />You tell me one thing<br />More than this<br />There is nothing<br />Nothing<br />More than this<br />You know there is nothing<br />Much more than this<br />You tell me one thing<br />More than this<br />There is nothing<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">*Versión original de Roxy Music</span>D. (de Damián)http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164590998470473175noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782589676438119985.post-88749048740052445682008-01-18T00:23:00.000-02:002008-01-18T00:28:03.318-02:00The Beatles - It's all too much<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH0onUPAl58Z_z8tGGOmy28o6YIqjjcXvZSWIAcYKGpVblxM6Kzp71faMdnW2IxVkpvAea_elRezGheyG4eMwCcd3rNwWOZTQC6tGSLtS72OA2B7hiLQv4VIipbV5zQb-eEECea9I-Sgg/s1600-h/YellS-A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH0onUPAl58Z_z8tGGOmy28o6YIqjjcXvZSWIAcYKGpVblxM6Kzp71faMdnW2IxVkpvAea_elRezGheyG4eMwCcd3rNwWOZTQC6tGSLtS72OA2B7hiLQv4VIipbV5zQb-eEECea9I-Sgg/s200/YellS-A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156637209681479602" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">When I look into your eyes, your love is there for me</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And the more I go inside, the more there is to see</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's all too much for me to take</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The love that's shining all around you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Everywhere, it's what you make</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">For us to take, it's all too much</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Floating down the stream of time, of life to life with me</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Makes no difference where you are or where you'd like to be</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's all too much for me to take</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The love that's shining all around here</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">All the world is birthday cake,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So take a piece but not too much</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sail me on a silver sun, for I know that I'm free</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Show me that I'm everywhere, and get me home for tea</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's all to much for me to see</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A love that's shining all around here</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The more I am, the less I know</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And what I do is all too much</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's all too much for me to take</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The love that's shining all around you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Everywhere, it's what you make</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">For us to take, it's all too much</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's too much.....It's too much</span>D. (de Damián)http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164590998470473175noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782589676438119985.post-31131818917587529332008-01-07T14:08:00.000-02:002008-01-07T14:54:11.609-02:00The Smiths - Hand in glove<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiihHqAXMjwdMLECmf1AQFmzcrYYZdxWP4ymQGjs204aGmiyUZykaL1GNkJNk_06i-iMEn4JdV3dqOHY1hlaVTggwTcvd3MamWUNWYwR5zrrDKLNH_7LsSiELIH9bMVkzZyEKZkWSJt2_8/s1600-h/ca_Smiths.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152778774271510402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiihHqAXMjwdMLECmf1AQFmzcrYYZdxWP4ymQGjs204aGmiyUZykaL1GNkJNk_06i-iMEn4JdV3dqOHY1hlaVTggwTcvd3MamWUNWYwR5zrrDKLNH_7LsSiELIH9bMVkzZyEKZkWSJt2_8/s200/ca_Smiths.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong>Hand in glove</strong></div><div><strong>the sun shines out of our behinds</strong></div><div><strong>No, it's not like any other love</strong></div><div><strong>this one is different because is us</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>Hand in glove </strong></div><div><strong>we can go wherever we please </strong></div><div><strong>and everything depends upon </strong></div><div><strong>how near you stand to me </strong></div><div></div><br /><div>And if the people stare</div><div>then, the people stare</div><div>I really don't know </div><div>and i really don't care!</div><br /><div></div><div>Hand in glove </div><div>the Good People laugh<br />Yes, we may be hidden by "rags" </div><div>but we have something they'll never have</div><div><br />And if the people stare </div><div>then, the people stare </div><div>I really don't know </div><div>and I really don't care!</div><div></div><br /><div><strong>So hand in glove I stake my claim </strong></div><div><strong>I'll fight to the last breath<br />If they dare touch a hair on your head </strong></div><div><strong>I'll fight to the last breath<br /></strong></div><div><strong>For The Good Life is out there, somewhere </strong></div><div><strong>So stay on my arm, you little charmer<br /></strong></div><div>But I know my luck too well </div><div>yes, I know my luck too well </div><div>and I'll probably never see you again </div><div>I'll probably never see you again</div>D. (de Damián)http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164590998470473175noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782589676438119985.post-19037349714055602862008-01-04T15:03:00.000-02:002008-01-04T15:12:37.176-02:00Mercedes Sosa - Soy pan, soy paz, soy más<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRpqIo8KThnHP7wa_BryIUqxdWDPMigEyw9xb7Ype9VKx9MUegGkDXC6K_awHx9zB1Esu0RIINCJ9lnNJyBlPFTq6aU0sfne-BvqJCEGfjxUlIq79hCbzE_DTs08SKADnCzy5pIzLZI3E/s1600-h/Carpeta+A+(En+Argentina).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151670264687249266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRpqIo8KThnHP7wa_BryIUqxdWDPMigEyw9xb7Ype9VKx9MUegGkDXC6K_awHx9zB1Esu0RIINCJ9lnNJyBlPFTq6aU0sfne-BvqJCEGfjxUlIq79hCbzE_DTs08SKADnCzy5pIzLZI3E/s200/Carpeta+A+(En+Argentina).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Yo soy, yo soy, yo soy</div><div>soy agua, playa, cielo, casa, planta,</div><div>soy mar, Atlántico, viento y América,</div><div><strong>soy un montón de cosas santas</strong></div><div><strong>mezcladas con cosas humanas</strong></div><div><strong>como te explico . . . cosas mundanas.</strong></div><div></div><br /><div>Fui niño, cuna, teta, techo, manta,</div><div>más miedo, cuco, grito, llanto, raza,</div><div><strong>después mezclaron las palabras</strong></div><div><strong>o se escapaban las miradas</strong></div><div><strong>algo pasó . . . no entendí nada.</strong></div><div></div><br /><div><strong>Vamos, decime, contame</strong></div><div><strong>todo lo que a vos te está pasando ahora,</strong></div><div><strong>porque sino cuando está el alma sola llora</strong></div><div><strong>Hay que sacarlo todo afuera, como la primavera</strong></div><div><strong>nadie quiere que adentro algo se muera</strong></div><div><strong>Hablar mirándose a los ojos,</strong></div><div><strong>sacar lo que se puede afuera</strong></div><div><strong>para que adentro nazcan cosas nuevas.</strong></div><div></div><br /><div>Soy pan, soy paz, sos más, soy el que está por acá</div><div><strong>no quiero más de lo que me puedas dar, </strong></div><div><strong>hoy se te da, hoy se te quita,</strong></div><div><strong>igual que con la margarita . . . igual al mar,</strong></div><div><strong>igual la vida...</strong></div><div></div><br /><div><strong>Vamos, decime, contame</strong></div><div><strong>todo lo que a vos te está pasando ahora,</strong></div><div><strong>porque sino cuando está el alma sóla llora</strong></div><div><strong>hay que sacarlo todo afuera, como la primavera</strong></div><div><strong>nadie quiere que adentro algo se muera</strong></div><div><strong>hablar mirándose a los ojos</strong></div><div><strong>sacar lo que se puede afuera</strong></div><div><strong>para que adentro nazcan cosas nuevas.</strong></div>D. (de Damián)http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164590998470473175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782589676438119985.post-75845238963022700382007-12-13T00:57:00.001-03:002007-12-13T01:09:42.564-03:00Morrissey - Such a little thing makes such a big difference<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5SnGDcxKEqqvt2NTwar9mdrr7tgUHXMSWHxJoSa5Lrwgqj3_DMr6jPgqjp_qYxFwBHnTcp99el4jdA4mUtMw1XeCyi8zhMofB82i2IiIcZMOnsCCVk1akHiBsuynUPYh1JeoVIbvC5Tc/s1600-h/MOrrissey-BonaDrag.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5SnGDcxKEqqvt2NTwar9mdrr7tgUHXMSWHxJoSa5Lrwgqj3_DMr6jPgqjp_qYxFwBHnTcp99el4jdA4mUtMw1XeCyi8zhMofB82i2IiIcZMOnsCCVk1akHiBsuynUPYh1JeoVIbvC5Tc/s200/MOrrissey-BonaDrag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143304550262381314" border="0" /></a><br />Such a little thing<br />such a little thing<br />but the difference it made was great<br /><br />There you go<br />wielding a bicycle chain<br />why won't you change?<br />change and be nice?<br /><br />Such a little thing<br />a genlte tone of kindness<br />or written words on paper<br />can you write?<br /><br />How I love all of the very simple things of life<br />(god's good air)<br />How I love all of the very simple things of life<br /><br />Such a little thing<br />a fumbling politeness<br />oh, the difference, it saved me<br /><br />Wielding a bicycle chain<br />why won't you change?<br />I will not change and I will not be nice!<br /><br />Most people keep their brains between their legs<br />(don't you find?)<br /><br />Leave me alone,<br />I was only singing<br />leave me alone because<br />I was only singing<br />Leave me alone<br /><br />You have proved again<br />most people keep their brains between their legs.D. (de Damián)http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164590998470473175noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782589676438119985.post-18626370072868360782007-12-12T10:25:00.000-03:002007-12-12T10:34:04.415-03:00Ludus - Sightseeing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Xc4rkk8J1VIANVC9e6NIaEMYLiEw5ToCUzMDD9Ek7snHVWm4MtaVP4J_j6lSOmkLsU6sFH2aqZiTfwZygXHhSIN12_o_zYHkF4BBeomKpi6mgb-MMeCE7snla51UYCkOSpc9CKJ_AYU/s1600-h/ludus.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143079139049632050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Xc4rkk8J1VIANVC9e6NIaEMYLiEw5ToCUzMDD9Ek7snHVWm4MtaVP4J_j6lSOmkLsU6sFH2aqZiTfwZygXHhSIN12_o_zYHkF4BBeomKpi6mgb-MMeCE7snla51UYCkOSpc9CKJ_AYU/s200/ludus.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>When I can see through you</div><div>what can I see?</div><div>can I see me?</div><div>does my objectivity</div><div>allow me access to your points of view?</div><div>can you see what</div><div>I see in you?</div><div></div><br /><div>You can see what I see in you</div><div>you can see what I see in you</div><div></div><br /><div>You can't feel what I feel</div><div>you can't feel what I feel</div>D. (de Damián)http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164590998470473175noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782589676438119985.post-21150555927693684132007-12-04T13:22:00.000-03:002007-12-04T13:49:01.305-03:00The Beatles - Getting Better<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOENVm_mUodvEBOQx2oIStxXBS1-4L-dGZUk9jMEXDI1r9J6TvsMhWKmYIidsAmUNpt-PtcnjSahg_fRnhLcj2gx9xtWToYrvLaqSKlvbzEMxZVClr7hNdhSxD_rPIsBCjdHiP2v0heDU/s1600-h/sgt_pepper.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140155838799905698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOENVm_mUodvEBOQx2oIStxXBS1-4L-dGZUk9jMEXDI1r9J6TvsMhWKmYIidsAmUNpt-PtcnjSahg_fRnhLcj2gx9xtWToYrvLaqSKlvbzEMxZVClr7hNdhSxD_rPIsBCjdHiP2v0heDU/s200/sgt_pepper.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>It's getting better all the time</div><div>I used to get mad at my school</div><div>The teachers who taught me weren't cool</div><div>You're holding me down, turning me round</div><div>Filling me up with your rules.</div><br /><div></div><div><strong>I've got to admit it's getting better</strong></div><div><strong>A little better all the time</strong></div><div><strong>I have to admit it's getting better</strong></div><div><strong>It's getting better since you've been mine.</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div>Me used to be a angry young man</div><div>Me hiding me head in the sand</div><div><strong>You gave me the word</strong></div><div><strong>I finally heard</strong></div><div><strong>I'm doing the best that I can.</strong></div><div></div><br /><div><strong>I've got to admit it's getting better</strong></div><div><strong>A little better all the time</strong></div><div><strong>I have to admit its getting better since you've been mine </strong></div><div><strong>Getting so much better all the time</strong></div><div><strong>It's getting better all the time</strong></div><div></div><br /><div>I used to be cruel to my woman</div><div>I beat her and kept her apart from the things that she loved</div><div>Man I was mean but I'm changing my scene</div><div>And I'm doing the best that I can.</div><div></div><br /><div><strong>I admit it's getting better</strong></div><div><strong>A little better all the time</strong></div><div><strong>Yes I admit it's getting better</strong></div><div><strong>It's getting better since you've been mine</strong></div><div><strong>Getting so much better all the time</strong></div><div><strong>Its getting better all the time</strong></div><div><strong>Getting so much better all the time</strong></div>D. (de Damián)http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164590998470473175noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782589676438119985.post-82978913152228714282007-11-20T14:54:00.000-03:002007-11-20T15:17:44.943-03:00Los Abuelos de la Nada - Sin gamulán<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjCY9FZNZ6pAmRYi4hxMz0QgO_8nE0mHjXVDy_49SF6ivAopCnNXvT_-q2KrKZr5UPVWSLgx85t2CSCNb_VNybhtw0WFqXIUYf8rbJdjjAOQaCE4-GcE8GtiNGPSmJsWvtyCJuP5ooTKA/s1600-h/abuelos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134988124445531602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjCY9FZNZ6pAmRYi4hxMz0QgO_8nE0mHjXVDy_49SF6ivAopCnNXvT_-q2KrKZr5UPVWSLgx85t2CSCNb_VNybhtw0WFqXIUYf8rbJdjjAOQaCE4-GcE8GtiNGPSmJsWvtyCJuP5ooTKA/s200/abuelos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Tanto tiempo te esperé</div><div>sentado aquí</div><div>que ya el invierno me alcanzó</div><div>sin gamulán.</div><div></div><br /><div><strong>Será por eso que hoy estamos aquí<br />no hay nadie más<br />que vos y yo,</strong></div><div><strong>será por eso que hoy estamos aquí<br />no hay nadie más<br />que vos y yo.</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>Tantas veces lo soñé </strong></div><div><strong>como real</strong></div><div><strong>que quiso el tiempo</strong></div><div><strong>y quiso nada más.</strong></div><br /><div></div><div><strong>Será por eso que hoy estamos aquí</strong></div><div><strong>no hay nadie más</strong></div><div><strong>que vos y yo,</strong></div><div><strong>será por eso que hoy estamos aquí<br />no hay nadie más<br />que vos y yo.</strong></div><br /><div></div><div>Me habrás dejado</div><div>resulta extraño</div><div>porque a mi lado</div><div>no has estado jamás.</div><br /><div></div><div>Será por eso que hoy estamos aquí<br />no hay nadie más<br />que vos y yo,</div><div>será por eso que hoy estamos aquí<br />no hay nadie más<br />que vos y yo.</div>D. (de Damián)http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164590998470473175noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782589676438119985.post-10868308167140837142007-11-05T11:05:00.000-03:002007-11-05T11:11:47.239-03:00Bob Dylan - Spanish Harlem Incident<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ7LmHEstWNkTqs3k9V9YFmBXbNYtNFUhyjuTxtW3ydiuzTA6CDZlhkkQQfRULaWsFLtCsw_sT9hRujsXFOv4ehY4J5u0jHG_J_1mE7vfpTFi6FGwq7SpQssCSMzR_BYsef_HxasPz8Ns/s1600-h/dylananotherside4dv.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129357851529948050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ7LmHEstWNkTqs3k9V9YFmBXbNYtNFUhyjuTxtW3ydiuzTA6CDZlhkkQQfRULaWsFLtCsw_sT9hRujsXFOv4ehY4J5u0jHG_J_1mE7vfpTFi6FGwq7SpQssCSMzR_BYsef_HxasPz8Ns/s200/dylananotherside4dv.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>Ahora sí...</em></div><br /><div></div><div></div><br /><div><strong>Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem</strong></div><div><strong>Cannot hold you to its heat.</strong></div><div><strong>Your temperature's too hot for taming,</strong></div><div><strong>Your flaming feet are burnin' up the street.</strong></div><div><strong>I am homeless, come and take me</strong></div><div><strong>To the reach of your rattling drums.</strong></div><div><strong>Let me know, babe, all about my fortune</strong></div><div><strong>Down along my restless palms.</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed,</strong></div><div><strong>I have fallen far beneath</strong></div><div><strong>Your pearly eyes, so fast an' slashing,</strong></div><div><strong>An' your flashing diamond teeth.</strong></div><div><strong>The night is pitch black, come an' make my</strong></div><div><strong>Pale face fit in the place, ah, please!</strong></div><div><strong>Let me know, babe, I'm nearly drowning, </strong></div><div><strong>If it's you my lifelines trace.</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>I been wond'rin' all about me</strong></div><div><strong>Ever since I seen you there.</strong></div><div><strong>On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I'm riding,</strong></div><div><strong>I know I'm 'round you but I don't know when.</strong></div><div><strong>You have slayed me, you have made me,</strong></div><div><strong>I got to laugh halfways off my heels.</strong></div><div><strong>I got to know, babe, will you surround me</strong></div><div><strong>So I can know if I'm really real.</strong></div>D. (de Damián)http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164590998470473175noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782589676438119985.post-78613049647920386872007-10-18T17:39:00.000-03:002007-10-18T17:43:26.147-03:00Paul McCartney - At the mercy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheQY6CA0DTd9wBzMccC1HYfAbv-wh2Rogeqzn6vRsqnv7BMJJMcl1GclPs4iCsm0tzndBe8rdoK9Ul87_JnPlpDFvENwQisbYt5Fbf7db9bfKGujj76Uclwi6kJh59Nl0M8davAy414xc/s1600-h/chaosandcreation.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122779962066034354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheQY6CA0DTd9wBzMccC1HYfAbv-wh2Rogeqzn6vRsqnv7BMJJMcl1GclPs4iCsm0tzndBe8rdoK9Ul87_JnPlpDFvENwQisbYt5Fbf7db9bfKGujj76Uclwi6kJh59Nl0M8davAy414xc/s200/chaosandcreation.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong>At the mercy</strong></div><div><strong>At the mercy</strong></div><div><strong>At the mercy of a busy road</strong></div><div><strong>Who can handle such a heavy load?</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>At the mercy</strong></div><div><strong>At the mercy</strong></div><div><strong>At the mercy of a busy day</strong></div><div><strong>We can think of nothing more to say</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>If you show me love</strong></div><div><strong>I wont refuse</strong></div><div><strong>I know you'd never make me choose</strong></div><div><strong>Between the love I got</strong></div><div><strong>And the love I'd lose</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>Sometimes I'd rather run and hide</strong></div><div><strong>Than stay and face the fear inside</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>At the mercy</strong></div><div><strong>At the mercy</strong></div><div><strong>At the mercy of a busy day</strong></div><div><strong>Who can bare to turn their head away?</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>At the mercy</strong></div><div><strong>At the mercy</strong></div><div><strong>At the mercy of a busy road</strong></div><div><strong>We can watch the universe explode</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>If you take me up</strong></div><div><strong>I wont say no</strong></div><div><strong>I guess you'd rather see me grow</strong></div><div><strong>Into a better man</strong></div><div><strong>Than the one you know</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>Sometimes my head is hanging low</strong></div><div><strong>It's time to get on with the show</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>At the mercy</strong></div><div><strong>At the mercy</strong></div><div><strong>At the mercy of a busy day</strong></div><div><strong>I can think of nothing more to say</strong></div>D. (de Damián)http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164590998470473175noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782589676438119985.post-19180689686653065122007-09-24T10:09:00.000-03:002007-09-24T10:17:40.353-03:00Blur - Beetlebum<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEiXCpfgyQCxtQFo4NMgOXa3ZEi2SyFBu_2OwGfZfAHDlGVvGSKdxuJWf_b_YIEBNFr4bHhktsnMTyKd6ZBqBKa1th4oLXTbstN831JnnTTHmNG6eYliSzbHFCuK-rSZmWMH-GG7Wfb6s/s1600-h/blur.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113758202872159906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEiXCpfgyQCxtQFo4NMgOXa3ZEi2SyFBu_2OwGfZfAHDlGVvGSKdxuJWf_b_YIEBNFr4bHhktsnMTyKd6ZBqBKa1th4oLXTbstN831JnnTTHmNG6eYliSzbHFCuK-rSZmWMH-GG7Wfb6s/s200/blur.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Beetlebum</div><div>What you done</div><div>She's a gun</div><div>Now what you've done</div><div>Beetlebum</div><br /><div></div><div>Get nothing done</div><div>You beetlebum</div><div>Just get numb</div><div>Now what you've done</div><div>Beetlebum</div><br /><div></div><div><strong>And when she lets me slip away</strong></div><div><strong>She turns me on </strong></div><div><strong>all my violence is gone</strong></div><div><strong>Nothing is wrong, I just slip away and I am gone</strong></div><div><strong>Nothing is wrong, she turns me on</strong></div><div><strong>Beetlebum</strong></div><br /><div></div><div><strong>Because you're young</strong></div><div><strong>She's a gun</strong></div><div><strong>Now what you've done</strong></div><div><strong>Beetlebum</strong></div><div><strong>She'll suck your thumb</strong></div><div><strong>She'll make you come</strong></div><div><strong>Coz, she's your gun</strong></div><div><strong>Now what you've done</strong></div><div><strong>Beetlebum</strong></div><div></div><br /><div>He's on, he's on, he's on it </div>D. (de Damián)http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164590998470473175noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782589676438119985.post-36619621425384927192007-09-14T22:43:00.000-03:002007-09-17T14:14:57.322-03:00The Cure - Catch<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLhC_FerNA-vsHpYs1giTMiCEYLnljV_Opnq7pdrVnF1LYiAP4nnUGojnqb8_ZFsDSw72CIg6mJ3EmJEQQn6-C6hFN6K0doS59VHnBE-K2zcNvt7NG9brlNMtc2BETNhAV-zhLXXnVnGI/s1600-h/The_Cure_-_Kiss_Me,_Kiss_Me,_Kiss_Me.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLhC_FerNA-vsHpYs1giTMiCEYLnljV_Opnq7pdrVnF1LYiAP4nnUGojnqb8_ZFsDSw72CIg6mJ3EmJEQQn6-C6hFN6K0doS59VHnBE-K2zcNvt7NG9brlNMtc2BETNhAV-zhLXXnVnGI/s200/The_Cure_-_Kiss_Me,_Kiss_Me,_Kiss_Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110246779001936530" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="">Yeah I know who you remind me of<br />A girl I think I used to know<br />Yeah I'd see her when the days got colder<br />On those days when it felt like snow<br /><br />You know I even think that she stared like you<br />She used to just stand there and stare<br />And roll her eyes right up to heaven<br />And make like I just wasn't there<br /><br />And she used to fall down a lot<br />That girl was always falling<br />Again and again<br />And I used to sometimes try to catch her<br />But never even caught her name<br /><br />And sometimes we would spend the night<br />Just rolling about on the floor<br />And I remember even though it felt soft at the time<br />I always used to wake up sore...<br /><br />You know I even think that she smiled like you<br />She used to just stand there and smile<br />And her eyes would go all sort of far away<br />And stay like that for quite a while<br /><br />And I remember she used to fall down a lot<br />That girl was always falling<br />Again and again<br />And I used to sometimes try to catch her<br />But never even caught her name<br /><br />Yeah I sometimes even tried to catch her<br />But never even caught her name</span></span>D. (de Damián)http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164590998470473175noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782589676438119985.post-86495188469203783122007-09-10T13:34:00.000-03:002007-09-17T14:15:17.857-03:00Joy Division - Love will tear us apart<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhKCdDcCWQOK8yoFQu_bTvpLp6srwQtmr3-JsK7IbnIVzFk8-EniyULygespUjpZdtUJD95ufVTxBulu2fx8JZCUT8lrGivIX_lLy-XQBC2dgb7glQ9H-V1h0aDLyxgmHKJOFQ2QKSQmY/s1600-h/joy_division_substance.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108621054580585506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhKCdDcCWQOK8yoFQu_bTvpLp6srwQtmr3-JsK7IbnIVzFk8-EniyULygespUjpZdtUJD95ufVTxBulu2fx8JZCUT8lrGivIX_lLy-XQBC2dgb7glQ9H-V1h0aDLyxgmHKJOFQ2QKSQmY/s200/joy_division_substance.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>When the routine bites hard</div><div>And ambitions are low</div><div>And the resentment rides high</div><div>But emotions won't grow</div><div>And we're changing our ways,</div><div>Taking different roads</div><div>Then love, love will tear us apart again</div><div></div><br /><div>Why is the bedroom so cold</div><div>Turned away on your side? </div><div>Is my timing that flawed,</div><div>Our respect run so dry? </div><div>Yet there's still this appeal</div><div>That we've kept through our lives</div><div>Love, love will tear us apart again</div><br /><div></div><div>Do you cry out in your sleep</div><div>All my failings expose? </div><div>Get a taste in my mouth</div><div>As desperation takes hold</div><div>Is it something so good</div><div>Just can't function no more? </div><div>When love, love will tear us apart again </div>D. (de Damián)http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164590998470473175noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782589676438119985.post-25760635540507786462007-09-03T01:18:00.000-03:002007-09-17T14:15:46.883-03:00Coiffeur - Qué mala suerte<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0feS8JphzEU1qJ9AocdNdXHNW6q4keA68qABPAZoMvV_-nwd78IaUnVmfj_a-1GLgsQot7JHllTDtYv4T6QxkwQUTYXryPfanApgX5PkyEJyiTdcFG_c6fTiN4frMLcnKVtRjbw8hUCA/s1600-h/coiffeur-no_es.png.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0feS8JphzEU1qJ9AocdNdXHNW6q4keA68qABPAZoMvV_-nwd78IaUnVmfj_a-1GLgsQot7JHllTDtYv4T6QxkwQUTYXryPfanApgX5PkyEJyiTdcFG_c6fTiN4frMLcnKVtRjbw8hUCA/s200/coiffeur-no_es.png.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105833144064111634" border="0" /></a><br />Sigo buscando la voz<br />que me hable de vos<br />de nuevas maneras,<br />el olor del pasto recien cortado,<br />alguna larga espera.<br /><br />Ahí va tu imagen<br />que habla más de mí,<br />un holograma con movimiento,<br />lo que se ve y lo que dejo entrever<br />ahora lo entiendo.<br /><br />Al menos eso creo.<br /><br />Quiero volver a callar<br />aquella palabra que nunca mencionamos<br />sería inevitable repetir la misma escena<br />una y otra vez.<br /><br />Tal vez sea cierto,<br />lo que queremos no es lo que hacemos,<br />lo que buscamos esconde un defecto,<br />es la manera en la que construimos.<br /><br />El momento, la acción, el movimiento,<br />recuerdo, ya estuve llorando por esto.<br /><br />Tal vez sea cierto,<br />lo que queremos no es lo que hacemos,<br />lo que buscamos esconde un defecto,<br />es la manera en la que construimos.<br /><br />El momento, la acción, el movimiento,<br />a vos que te parece,<br />qué pensás al respecto.<br />Mejor no me lo digas,<br />guardemos secretos<br />tengo una lista de películas<br />que quiero ver.<br /><br />Coincidimos y no es casualidad,<br />qué mala suerte,<br />no es casualidad.<br /><br />Coincidimos y no es casualidad,<br />qué mala suerte,<br />no es casualidad.<br /><br />Tal vez sea cierto,<br />lo que queremos no es lo que hacemos,<br />lo que buscamos esconde un defecto,<br />es la manera en la que construimos.<br /><br />El momento, la acción, el movimiento,<br />a vos que te parece,<br />qué pensás al respecto.<br />Mejor no me lo digas,<br />guardemos secretos<br />tengo una lista de películas<br />que quiero ver.<br /><br />Coincidimos y no es casualidad,<br />qué mala suerte,<br />no es casualidad.D. 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