lo mas cerca de mi cerebro ke llegaras a estar(o casi)

 

 

 

 

 

Speak to me of universal laws
The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
All around me people bleed
Speak to me your song of greed

Speak to me of your inner charm
Of how you'll keep me safe from harm
I don't think so, I don't see
Speak to me of your inner peace

Little people at the amusement park
City people in the dark
Speak to us, send us a sign
Tell us something to keep us trying

The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
Too many people out of love
The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
This city's ripped right to the core

Speak to me of heroin and speed
Of genocide and suicide, of syphilis and greed
Speak to me the language of love
The language of violence, the language of the heart
This isn't the first time I've asked for money or love
Heaven and earth don't ever mean enough
Speak to me of heroin and speed
Just give me something that I can believe

The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
Too many people out of love
The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
This city's ripped right to the core

   

Ya tenia una entrada, pero se merecia el video.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XNT_6wySTMs En este enlace un directo con un sonido espectacular... pero no se podia insertar.

Ya va siendo hora ke nos demos cuenta de ke no tenemos amigos alli arriba, ke te van a hundir si no les das tu sangre y tu vida, ke no vales nada sino 8 horas de trabajo, ke solo importas porke produces el beneficio ke se llevan ellos. Ya va siendo hora de ke nos demos cuenta ke somos el ganado, y ke nos sacrificaran cuando llegue su momento. La historia nos ha demostrado ke nos ningunearán si les dejamos. Nos diran  ke ellos son los listos, ke sus ideas son las buenas, k han levantado al mundo, ke han levantado todo lo ke llevas; y mentiran sin parar, porke toodo es falso; porke el mundo lo hemos levantado nosotros a base de muertos sobre la mesa.

Probablemente no coincidireis conmigo.

Mañana me levantare para ir a currar, sabiendo lo ke hay. Y currare.

Kiza tenga ke partirme el lomo toda mi vida, pero nadie me dira lo ke tengo ke pensar.

Feliz crisis.

 

She knows that if she ever breaks free
That she will never see the light of day
She’s been blinded by the stars and dreams she craved
And if they ever let her go
She still be bound to all her fears
And all the medicine they forced her to take

On and on and on she goes
On and on and on she goes
But she will never ever ever find love
Unless she takes on a fight
Along with the northern light

They found her in the basement facing east
Howling wolves and inhailing beast
Were strangling every little dream she had in there
And if she ever finds her way
They will haunt her through the day
Until she breaks and then becomes one of them, cause

On and on and on she goes
On and on and on she goes
But she will never ever ever find love
Unless she takes on a fight
Along with the northern light

Yeah…

On and on and on she goes
On and on and on she goes
But she will never ever ever find love
Unless she takes on a fight
Along with the northern light

She knows
That if she ever let go
She will only loose her soul
There’s no way out of this hell.
Yeah

  

Pekeño colibri:

 

Desde ke vuelas sola, has ido navegando entre multitud de personas y lugares. Has visitado flores de muchos sitios. Vuela ke te vuela, un dia te acercaste a mi. Y por una razon u otra, sigues junto a mi. Es verdad ke muchas veces fuertes corrientes de aire nos agitan, pero conocemos bien como son, y acabamos por sortearlas. Porque para suerte o desgracia nuestra, esas corrientes, de muchos tipos, mueven nuestra vida. Ahora tenemos una corriente comun, ke nos guia juntos, no se a donde. Pero sea donde sea, kiero seguir encima de ella contigo.

 

Un oso polar ke te kiere.