Escrito el Martes, 14 de Marzo de 2006 a las 0:26 por Jon.
Confía en mí,
nunca has soñado poder gritar
y te enfureces,
es horrible el miedo incontenible.Entonces ven,
dame un pedazo,
no te conozco cuando dices: qué felices,
qué caras más tristes,
qué caras más tristes…
Ella sabe y presiente
que algo ha cambiado,
dónde estás, no te veo,
es mejor, ya lo entiendo.
Ahora ya no me lamento,
no sigo detrás…
¿Para qué?
Si cada vez que vienes me convences,
me abrazas y me hablas de los dos
Y yo siento que no voy,
que el equilibrio es imposible cuando vienes
y me hablas de nosotros dos.
No te diré que no.
Yo te sigo porque creo que en el fondo hay algo…
Ella no me imagina
cazando en los bares,
viviendo deprisa…
¿Para qué?
¿Para qué…?
Si cada vez que vienes me convences,
me abrazas y me hablas de los dos
Y yo siento que no voy,
que el equilibrio es imposible cuando vienes
y me hablas de nosotros dos.
No te diré que no.
Yo te sigo porque creo que en el fondo hay algo…
Yo te sigo porque creo que en el fondo hay algo…
Confía en mí,
nunca has soñado poder gritar
y te enfureces,
es horrible el miedo incontenible.
Entonces ven,
dame un abrazo,
no te conozco cuando dices: qué felices,
qué caras más tristes…
qué caras más tristes…
Los tenía un poco olvidados. Y hacía meses que no escuchaba esta grandísima canción, que también es bastante triste.Y supongo que la tristeza es contagiosa.
Escrito el Viernes, 10 de Febrero de 2006 a las 21:36 por Jon.
Pero terminamos con una canción de la que Noel Gallagher está orgulloso. De hecho, considera ‘The Masterplan’ como su mejor obra. Incluso Liam deseaba haberla cantado él mismo. La letra surgió fácilmente, inspiradas igualmente por un pasillo de un hotel japonés y una buena y relajante fumada.
Y a mí es la canción que más me gusta de Oasis, posiblemente. La única canción que realmente me gusta del disco de caras B, bastante más que la pesada ‘Acquiesce’ o la quinceañera ‘Stay Young’.
‘The Masterplan’ fue una cara B del single ‘Wonderwall‘. Y, en mi opinión, se la merienda totalmente.
Letra:
Take the time to make some sense
of what you want to say
and cast your words away upon the waves.
Bring them back with Acquiesce
an a ship of hope today.
And as they fall upon the shore,
tell them not to fear no more.
Say it loud and sing it proud, and they…
Will dance if they want to dance,
please brother take a chance,
you know they’re gonna go,
which way they wanna go,
all we know is that we don’t know,
how is gonna be,
please, brother let it be,
life on the other hand won’t let you understand
why we’re all part of The Masterplan.
Say it loud and sing it proud, and they…
I’m not saying right is wrong,
it’s up to us to make
the best of all things that come our way.
‘Cause everything that’s been has past,
the answer’s in the looking glass,
there’s four and twenty million doors,
down life’s endless corridor,
say it loud and sing it proud and they…
Escrito el Domingo, 29 de Enero de 2006 a las 20:47 por Jon.
He’s a real cool guy and he’s a hero of mine
Travis, rhinehart rolled into one cute son
Less than zero a grotesque nightmare
Subtly disturbing like normal behaviour
I understand nothing and I cannot speak
I’d walk in the park but the trees are diseased
No sweetheart and I am too confused
I only love my watch and my snake skin shoes
I feel so small in the supermarket queue
People seem to laugh at my choice of food
My personality is held together with sellotape
A loose fit just like a numb junkies hate
I pretty my face with all this cream and stuff
Ugliness inside much harder to cover up
I lack the thought to care about politics
Just do what I like ain’t that democratic
Genesis, Huey Lewis, Filofax, CD5
A backdrop to discuss over expensive wine
Didn’t even know when or why I should stop
I feel so stupid like a joke that belongs
I guess all psychos are made out of money
I cannot be saved as liberals keep telling me
I don’t wanna be understood I just wanna kill
Out of blandness I am your everyday thrill
Patrick Bateman
We are babies crippled in Christ
Patrick Bateman
Therefore I must be God
I must, I must be God
I touched your lips but now I just paint
Surface reflection all I desired babe
I am melancholy, flower cutting through stone
I am a crime everybody has at home
Papers hate me but they need my behaviour
The dignity amongst Hollywood Trivia
Escape is so cheap of alcohol and whores
Mines the sanity of exclusive gun laws
Art critics say porno’s easily obscene
Late show retards Dice Clay is true poetry
They’ve never tried living underneath the water
Thats real end of the century nausea
Patrick Bateman
We are babies crippled in Christ
Patrick Bateman
Therefore I must be god
I must, I must be god
Patrick Bateman
We are babies crippled in Christ
Patrick Bateman
I fucked God up the ass
I fucked God up the ass
Patrick Bateman
Patrick Bateman
Patrick Bateman
Patrick Bateman
Escrito el Viernes, 20 de Enero de 2006 a las 0:58 por Jon.
I know you love the song but not the singer.
I know you’ve got me wrapped around your finger.
I know you want the sin without the sinner.
I know.
I know.
I know the past will catch you up as you run faster.
I know the last in line is always called a bastard.
I know the past will catch you up as you run faster.
I know.
I know.
I know you cut me loose in contradiction.
I know I’m all wrapped up in sweet attrition.
I know it’s asking for your benediction.
I know.
I know.
I know the past will catch you up as you run faster.
I know the last in line is always called a bastard.
I know the past will catch you up as you run faster.
I know.
I know.
I know the past will catch you up as you run faster.
I know the last in line is always called a bastard.
I know the past will catch you up as you run faster.
I know.
I know.
Escrito el Martes, 20 de Diciembre de 2005 a las 17:33 por Jon.
It’s a bit early in the midnight hour for me
to go through all the things that I want to be.
I don’t believe in everything I see,
ya know I’m blind, so why d’you disagree
So take me away, ‘cos I just don’t want to stay,
and the lies you make me say
are getting deeper every day.
These are crazy days, but they make me shine.
Time keeps rolling by
All around the world, you’ve got to spread the word,
tell them what you’ve heard,
we’re gonna make a better day.
All around the world, you’ve got to spread the word,
tell them what you’ve heard,
you know it’s gonna be OK.
So what you gonna do when the walls come falling down?
You never move, you never make a sound.
So where you gonna swim with the riches that you found?
If you’re lost at sea, I hope that you’ve drowned.
So take me away, ‘cos I just don’t want to stay,
and the lies you make me say
are getting deeper every day.
These are crazy days, but they make me shine.
Time keeps rolling by
All around the world, you’ve got to spread the word,
tell them what you’ve heard,
we’re gonna make a better day.
All around the world, you’ve got to spread the word,
tell them what you’ve heard,
you know it’s gonna be OK.
Escrito el Sabado, 3 de Diciembre de 2005 a las 17:31 por Jon.
No me canso de escuchar esta canción. La verdad es que dudo entre ‘Hey Jude’ de los Beatles y ésta a la hora de elegir cuál me parece la mejor canción del mundo.
Además, no sé, me siento increíblemente identificado con la letra, es extraño. Es una canción que podría haber escrito yo mismo en caso de que me dedicara a escribir canciones, claro.
Ahí va:
‘Cause it’s a bittersweet symphony this life,
trying to make ends meet
you’re a slave to money then you die.
I’ll take you down the only road I’ve ever been down,
you know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah
No change, I can’t change,
I can’t change, I can’t change,
but I’m here in my mold,
I am here in my mold,
but I’m a million different people from one day to the next.
I can’t change my mold,
no, no, no…
Well I never pray, but tonight I’m on my knees, yeah
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
But the airways are clean and there’s nobody singing to me now
No change, I can’t change,
I can’t change, I can’t change,
but I’m here in my mold,
I am here in my mold,
and I’m a million different people from one day to the next,
I can’t change my mold,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no (have you ever been down?)
I can’t change,
I can’t change it.
‘Cause it’s a bittersweet symphony this life,
trying to make ends meet
you’re a slave to money then you die.
I’ll take you down the only road I’ve ever been down,
you know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah
You know I can’t change, I can’t change,
I can’t change, I can’t change,
but I’m here in my mold,
I am here in my mold,
and I’m a million different people from one day to the next,
I can’t change my mold,
no, no, no, no, no…
I’ll take you down the only road I’ve ever been down,
I’ll take you down the only road I’ve ever been down
