sueño elaborado

no soy de tus ojos


-cuando ya no existo-

paroles

siempre me gustó el ruido de las maquinas de escribir cuando estan en funcionamiento.

elevation

Murio James Brown, el soul se quedo un poco mas solo; el funk tambien. Casi como algo boreal, hace tres dias atras escuche un cd en vivo de JB, cosa que no hago muy seguido. Senti en funk distinto, fue algo asi como hacerlo sentir vivo un rato. Las cosas a veces se dan asi, y me llaman la atencion. En fin, R.I.P.

chupate esa mandarina

"Is it possible I am actually finished writing and recording a new
nine inch nails record? Apparently so. We begin mixing in January!
Juggling fifteen all-new tracks around. Testing sequences. No leftovers from "with teeth". Highly conceptual. Quite noisy. Fucking cool."

-Trent Reznor-

Please don't let on that you knew me when I was hungry and it was your world...

Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain
Ev'rybody knows
That Baby's got new clothes
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
Have fallen from her curls.

She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.

Queen Mary, she's my friend
Yes, I believe I'll go see her again
Nobody has to guess
That Baby can't be blessed
Till she sees finally that she's like all the rest
With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls.

She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.

It was raining from the first
And I was dying there of thirst
So I came in here
And your long-time curse hurts
But what's worse
Is this pain in here
I can't stay in here
Ain't it clear that--I just can't fit

Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
When we meet again
Introduced as friends
Please don't let on that you knew me when
I was hungry and it was your world.

Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do
You make love just like a woman, yes, you do
Then you ache just like a woman
But you break just like a little girl.

funny time of year...

Jesus christ, why dont you come save my life. Open my eyes and blind me with your light and your lies.

under pressure

maldita piedra en el pecho, cuando te vayas voy a salir volando y te voy a mirar desde la copa del tilo de casa...wait and see...

look closer

cada vez me gusta más American Beauty

I never did get

¿por qué al clima se le dice tiempo?

"mucho caliente"

hacía un año y dos dias que no veia a ninguna banda de afuera (la ultima fue nine inch nails en el luna park). Ayer The Cult en obras. hacía un año que no me aplastaban contra la valla. hacía un año que mis oidos no explotaban tanto. y sí, hacía mucho calor.