viernes con amigas

Tell Me Where It Hurts- Garbage

What is my day going to look like?
What will my tomorrow bring me?
If I had x-ray eyes, I could see inside
I wouldn’t have to predict the future

I wish that you would do with some talking
How else am I to know what you’re thinking?
If only people would say what it really was
What it really was
What it really was that they wanted

Tell me where it hurts
to hell with everybody else
All I care about is you and that's the truth
They don't love me; I can tell
But you do, so they can go to hell

Did they ever give you a reason
To believe in something different
If you’re looking for love, for what it's worth
I have plenty of it lying around here somewhere

If you are looking for disappointment
You can find it around any corner
In the middle of the night I hold on to you tight
So both of us can feel protected

Tell me where it hurts,
to hell with everybody else.
All I care about is you and that's the truth
they don't love me; yeah I can tell
but you do, so they can go to hell

I’ve been loved but I didn’t know how to feel it
And I’ve been adored but I don’t know if I ever believed it
I’ve been loved my whole life but I didn’t know how to take it
Until...

So tell me where it hurts
to hell with everybody else
All I care about is you and that's the truth
they don't love me, yeah I can tell
But you do, so they can go to hell
But you do, so they can go to hell

Tell me where it hurts
Tell me where it hurts
Tell me where it hurts now
Tell me where it hurts...

MORRISSEY - THE WORLD IS FULL OF CRASHING BORES

You must be wondering how, The boy next door turned out, Have a care, But don't stare, Because he's still there Lamenting policewomen policemen silly women taxmen, Uniformed whores, They who wish to hurt you, Work within the law This world is full, So full of crashing bores, And I must be one, 'Cos no one ever turns to me to say Take me in your arms, Take me in your arms, And love me You must be wondering how, The boy next door turned out, Have a care, And say a prayer, Because he's still there Lamenting policewomen policemen silly women taxmen, Uniformed whores, Educated criminals, Work within the law This world is full, Oh oh, So full of crashing bores, And I must be one, cos no one ever turns to me to say Take me in your arms, Take me in your arms, And love me, And love me What really lies, Beyond the constraints of my mind, Could it be the sea, With fate mooning back at me No it's just more lock jawed pop stars, Thicker than pig shit, Nothing to convey They're so scared to show intelligence, It might smear their lovely career This world, I am afraid, Is designed for crashing bores, I am not one, I am not one You don't understand, You don't understand, And yet you can, Take me in your arms and love me, Love me, And love me Take me in your arms and love me, Love me, love me, Take me in your arms and love me, Take me in your arms and love me Would you do, Would you do, What you should do, Oh oh oh, Oh oh

Led Zeppelin All my Love

Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light
To chase a feather in the wind
Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight
There moves a thread that has no end.

For many hours and days that pass ever soon
the tides have caused the flame to dim
At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom
Is this to end or just begin?
All of my love, all of my love,
All of my love to you.


The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again
One voice is clear above the din
Proud Aryan one word, my will to sustain
For me, the cloth once more to spin


Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time
his is the force that lies within
Ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find
He is a feather in the wind

mi viejo y mi abuelo, dos generaciones de papas :)

"ELLA habia deseado ser esa otra que el amaba," Seda- Alessandro Baricco

mary jane´s last dance

She grew up in a Indiana town
Had a good lookin' mama who never was around
But she grew up tall and she grew up right
With them Indiana boys on an Indiana night

Well, she moved down here at the age of eighteen
She blew the boys away, was more than they'd seen
I was introduced and we both started groovin'
She said, 'I dig you, baby, but I got to keep movin' on
Keep movin' on�

Last dance with Mary Jane
One more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin' in
And I'm tired of this town again

Well, I don't know but I've been told
You never slow down, you never grow old
I'm tired of screwin' up, tired of goin' down
Tired of myself, tired of this town

Oh my, my, oh hell, yes
Honey, put on that party dress
Buy me a drink, sing me a song
Take me as I come 'cause I can't stay long

Last dance with Mary Jane
One more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin' in
And I'm tired of this town again

There's pigeons down on Market Square
She's standing in her underwear
Lookin' down from a hotel room
Nightfall will be coming soon

Oh my, my, oh hell, yes
You got to put on that party dress
It was too cold to cry, when I woke up alone
I hit my last number, I walked to the road

Last dance with Mary Jane
One more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin' in
And I'm tired of this town again

temblo- Soda Stereo

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