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martes, 13 de mayo de 2014

Vetusta Morla - Copenhague



El corría, nunca le enseñaron a andar,
se fue tras luces pálidas.
Ella huía de espejismos y horas de más.
Aeropuertos. Unos vienen, otros se van,
igual que Alicia sin ciudad.

El valor para marcharse,
el miedo a llegar.

Llueve en el canal, la corriente enseña
el camino hacia el mar.
Todos duermen ya.

Dejarse llevar suena demasiado bien.
Jugar al azar,
nunca saber dónde puedes terminar...
o empezar.

Un instante mientras los turistas se van.
Un tren de madrugada
consiguió trazar
la frontera entre siempre o jamás.

Llueve en el canal, la corriente enseña
el camino hacia el mar.
Todos duermen ya.

Dejarse llevar suena demasiado bien.
Jugar al azar,
nunca saber dónde puedes terminar...
o empezar.

Ella duerme tras el vendaval.
No se quitó la ropa.
Sueña con despertar
en otro tiempo y en otra ciudad.

Dejarse llevar suena demasiado bien.
Jugar al azar,
nunca saber dónde puedes terminar...
o empezar.

domingo, 11 de mayo de 2014

I'm the One That's Cool



Oh, no. Don’t pretend I didn’t see
You roll your eyes at my gaming tee
Don’t know if you can read or if you’ve seen
The sweet piece in this week’s Wired magazine
The latest trend has hit its peak
They say that geek’s becomin’ chic
So now you’re out of style as you can be
And I’m in vogue, so you can bite me

To all the ass-hat jocks who beat me up in school
Now I’m the one that’s cool
I’m the one that’s cool
To all the prom queen bitches thinking they still rule
Now I’m the one that’s cool
I’m the one that’s cool

Try to cop my style but I’m the real thing
While you played sports, I played Magic the Gathering
Never earned your part in no society
My Aquaman pajamas prove my pedigree
Star Trek: Next Gen every night
Wore a headgear to fix my overbite
Your black-rimmed glasses are prescription free, where as me,
I literally can’t see my hand in front of my face

To all the asshat jocks who beat me up in school
Now I’m the one that’s cool
I’m the one that’s cool
To all the prom queen bitches thinking they still rule
Now I’m the one that’s cool
I’m the one that’s cool
And to my eighth-grade crush who pushed me in the pool
Now I’m the one that’s cool
I’m the one that’s cool
You may be tan and fit and rich but you’re a tool
And I’m the one that’s cool
I’m the one that’s cool

Role reversal must be a total drag
But there’s no point, no point for me to humblebrag
I appreciate you for being cruel
I’m burning bright thanks to your rejection fuel
Got my in-jokes you won’t get
Like Honey Badger, Troll Face and Nyan Cat
So now your ballin’ parties seem so dumb
You can Evite me, and I’ll say yes, but I won’t really come

Got my comics
Got my games
All the things you thought were lame
Got my cosplay
Fanfic too
Got you pegged
STFU

To all the asshat jocks who beat me up in school
Now I’m the one that’s cool
I’m the one that’s cool
To all the prom queen bitches thinking they still rule
Now I’m the one that’s cool
I’m the one that’s cool
And to my eighth-grade crush who pushed me in the pool
Now I’m the one that’s cool
I’m the one that’s cool
You may be tan and fit and rich but you’re a tool
And I’m the one that’s cool
I’m the one that’s cool

miércoles, 12 de febrero de 2014

Lily Allen - Hard Out Here


 I suppose I should tell you what this bitch is thinking
You'll find me in the studio and not in the kitchen
I won't be bragging 'bout my cars or talking 'bout my chains
Don't need to shake my ass for you 'cause I've got a brain

If I told you 'bout my sex life, you'd call me a slut
When boys be talking about their bitches, no one's making a fuss
There's a glass ceiling to break, uh-huh, there's money to make
And now it's time to speed it up 'cause I can't move at this pace

[Bridge]
Sometimes it's hard to find the words to say
I'll go ahead and say them anyway
Forget your balls and grow a pair of tits

[Chorus]
It's hard, it's hard, it's hard out here for a bitch
It's hard, for a bitch (for a bitch)
For a bitch, it's hard
It's hard out here for a bitch
It's hard, for a bitch (for a bitch)
For a bitch, it's hard
It's hard out here

You're not a size six, and you're not good looking
Well, you better be rich, or be real good at cooking
You should probably lose some weight
'Cause we can't see your bones
You should probably fix your face or you'll end up on your own

Don't you want to have somebody who objectifies you?
Have you thought about your butt? Who's gonna tear it in two?
We've never had it so good, uh-huh, we're out of the woods
And if you can't detect the sarcasm, you've misunderstood

[Bridge]

[Chorus]

A bitch, a bitch, a bitch, bitch, bitch [x4]

Inequality promises that it's here to stay
Always trust the injustice 'cause it's not going away
Inequality promises that it's here to stay
Always trust the injustice 'cause it's not going away

[Bridge]

[Chorus x2]

miércoles, 1 de enero de 2014

viernes, 9 de noviembre de 2012

Loquillo - Contento

CONTENTO es un dardo al desánimo, un canto a la resistencia individual y a la lucha por la vida, más allá de la simple subsistencia, en plena tempestad. © 2012 WMG Loquillo Contento


lunes, 22 de octubre de 2012

Miles de besos - Tahúres Zurdos & Luz Casal



Y cuántas veces en el tiempo con un simple gesto
se para el mundo por un momento?

Dame tus besos que me curan, dame besos frescos,
besos de cielo, miles de besos.

Cuántas palabras malgastamos , cuántos tiempos muertos..
tentado estuve de darte un beso

Sé que se agrandan mis pupilas y tus labios frescos
rozan mi cuello, es por tus besos

Y sé, que el miedo y el dolor
se transforman en los besos que nos dimos

Y no me dejes de besar , aunque todo sea oscuro y ruidoso

cuando el cielo sea rojo y las estrellas vuelen,

no me sueltes.