Lotus flower song

lunes, 23 de abril de 2012

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Sunday always comes too late.

Dressed up to the eyes,
it's a wonderful surprise
to see your shoes and your spirits rise
throwing out your frown
and just smiling at the sound
and as sleek as a shriek
spinning round and round
always take a big bite
it's such a gorgeous sight
to see you in the middle of the night.
You can never get enough
enough of this stuff.
it's friday,I'm in love.

You´re the girl that I´ve been dreaming of even since I was a little girl

tell me something that will change me

Dont want your money, that shit is ugly. Just want your sex. Take a bit of my bad girl meat, take a bit of me. Show me your teeth, let me see your mean. Got no direction (I need direction), Just got my vamp.

freak me out

No está mal que bailes desnuda sobre el agua del mar.

When iI see an open door.

Pay my respects to grace and virtue,
send my condolences to good.
Give my regards to soul and romance:
they always did the best they could.

de ahora en más

de ahora en más

love is just a game

love is just a game

Happiness is a warm gun

The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors,
on his hobnail boots.
Lying with his eyes while his hands are bussy working overtime, a soap of impression of wis wife wich he ate, and donated to the Nation Trust.
I need a fix cause im going down, down to the bits that i left uptown.
I need a fix cause im going down;
Mother Superior jump the gun,
Mother Superior jump the gun,
Mother Superior jump the gun,
Mother Superior jump the gun.
Happiness is a warm gun.



something magic.

In its cage.

Well I don't feel better
when I'm fucking around.
And I don't write better
when I'm stuck in the ground;
so don't teach me a lesson
Cause I've already learned.
Yeah the sun will be shining
and my children will burn.

I don't want what you want,
I don't feel what you feel.
See I'm stuck in a city
but I belong in a field.

Yeah we got left, left left.


Not me

I dont give a damn about my reputation,
you´re living in the past, is a new generation,
A girl can do what she wants to do,
and that´s what im gonna do,
And i dont give a damn about my bad reputation.

I dont give a damn about my reputation,
i never said i wanted to improve my station
Im only doing good when im having fun,
I dont have to please no one.
And I dont give a damn about my bad reputation.

Oh, no, not me.

I dont give a damn about my reputation,
I´ve never been afraind of any deviation.
And i really dont care if you think im strange,
I aint gonna change,
And i dont give a damn about my bad reputation.

No, no, no, no, no.
Not me.


bohemian revolution

bohemian revolution

At or with me

Dont put your money where your money is baby,
we don´t wanna see your choke.
Nobody is joking around here anymore,
nobody is broking any high scores.
No dancing shoes have touched these dusty floors
for such a long time.

I didn´t see you come.

O G

We would sing and dance around ,
because we know we can't be found
I'd like to be under the sea;
in an octopus' garden in the shade.






Going to California

Took my chances on a big jet-plane,
never let 'em tell you that they're all the same
Hoh, the sea was red and the sky was grey:
I wonder how tomorrow could ever follow today.
Mountains and the canyons start to tremble and shake :
the children of the sun begin to awake.
Now watch out!

It seems that the wrath of the gods got a punch on the nose
and it's startin' to flow, I think I might be sinkin'.
Throw me a line, if I reach it in time
meet you up there where the path runs straight and hig.



MUSIC is all around



Sometime around midnight

Pero hay un cambio
en tus emociones
y todos esos recuerdos vienen
rápido y como olas salvajes a tu mente:
de las curvas de los cuerpos
(omo dos circulos perfectos entrelasados)
Y te sientes sin fe desamparado.
Y perdido en la bruma del vino

dakota.kristen

dakota.kristen

to ride

D. D.

This ain't rock'n'roll. This is genocide!
As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
You asked for the latest party
With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump
Dressed like a priest you was
Tod Browning's freak you was
Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee
I'm sure you're not protected,
for it's plain to see
The diamond dogs are poachers and
they hide behind trees
Hunt you to the ground they will,
mannequins with kill appeal.

Call them the Diamond Dogs
In the year of the scavenger,
the season of the bitch
Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch
Just another future song, lonely little kitsch
(There's gonna be sorrow)
try and wake up tomorrow.


im te eggman

Mr. city policeman sitting ,
pretty little policemen in a row .
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky
See how they run.
I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying .
Yellow matter custard
Dripping from a dead dog's eye .
Crabalocker fishwife
Pornographic priestess
Boy, you've been a naughty girl
you let your knickers dow.

and its driving me mad ♪



stop calling

so stay away

so stay away
Catch the wheel that breaks the butterfly.
I cry the rain that fills the ocean wide.

Our name is our virtue.

fly across time

fly across time
B M ♥

retro, dance, freak!

Hello everybody!
Get a ride to the west side,
kiss the girl with her tongue tied.
Were just physical creatures of the underworld,
She is the queen of the Fra Disco Scene.

Retro, Dance, Freak!
Undercover, the girl needs her lover .
What's up everybody?
Take a ride on an airplane,
Take a bath in champagne.

Retro, Dance, Freak!
undercover, the girl needs her lover.
Let's go, everybody!
It's time that we rotate, cause its getting real late.
We're Just Physical Creatures Of The Underworld.

Retro, Dance, Freak!
Undercover, the girl needs her lover .





Lady marmalade

but im a CREEP, im a weird

but im a CREEP, im a weird
what the hell im doing here? I dont belong here

Half the world away.

Entonces aquí voy, todavía razguñando el mismo pozo viejo. Mi curpo es joven, pero mi mente se siente vieja.
¿Y qué si te digo que no puedes darme los sueños que son míos de todos modos?
A medio mundo de distancia he estado perdido, me han encontrado, pero no puedo estar mal.


J. W. Lennon

J. W. Lennon
Well you know, we all wanna change the world ♪
Mi sujetividad y mi imaginación habían hecho un pacto diabólico para volverme loca.

Disco Heaven

La bola girando. 300 espejos arden a través de los corazones de la multitud. Atrás las caderas comienzan a golpear la pista.
Hacia la música.
Hacia la música.

And the future hangs over our heads,
and it moves with each current event
until it falls all around like a cold steady rain,
just stay in when it's lookin' this way.
And the moon's laying low in the sky
forcing everything metal to shine.
And the sidewalk holds diamonds like a jewelry store case
they argue "walk this way," "no walk this way".
I keep drinking the ink from my pen
and I'm balancing history books up on my head,
but it all boils down to one quoteable phrase
"If you love something give it away".
"Para no ser los esclavos martirizados del tiempo, embriagaos, ¡embriagaros sin cesar! con vino, poesía o virtud, a vuestro antojo."

Para leer.

  • 1984- Orwell
  • A la sombra del granado-Tariq Alí
  • Cien años de soledad -García Marquez
  • El imperio de los dragones- Manfredi
  • La casa de los espíritus- Isabel Allende

"Se preguntó, como ya lo había hecho muchas veces, si no estaría él loco. Quizás un loco era sólo una "minoría de uno". Hubo una época en que fue señal de locura creer que la Tierra giraba en torno al Sol: ahora, era locura creer que el pasado es inalterable. Quizá fuera él el único que sostenía esa creencia, y, siendo el único, estaba loco. Pero la idea de ser un loco no le afectaba mucho. Lo que le horrorizaba era la posibilidad de estar equivocado."


1984

"La ortodoxia significa no pensar, no necesitar el pensamiento. Nuestra ortodoxia es la inconsciencia" G. Orwell.
Are you afraid of be alone?
Afraid of the sun?
Its, isolation.

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