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23 Mayo 2007

Hablando del pasado

A veces extraño al patán que me producía una serie de sentimientos encontrados, al bipolar hipócrita inmaduro con tintes de mitómano que me hacia enojar sobremanera y al ph mitómano amnésico que tanto me hacía reir y al que tanto coraje le tengo.

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22 Mayo 2007

Canciones comprometedoras, Part 4

[Samson/Regina Spektor]
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
He ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed
And history books forgot about us and the bible didn't mention us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads
But they're just old light, they're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
Told me I was beautiful and came into my bed
Oh I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light
And he told me that I'd done alright
And kissed me 'til the mornin' light, the mornin' light
And he kissed me 'til the mornin' light

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed
Oh, we couldn't bring the columns down
Yeah we couldn't destroy a single one
And history books forgot about us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first

Tags: regina, spektor

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22 Mayo 2007

Canciones comprometedoras, Part 3



[This is the sweetest little song/Butch Walker]

I can only keep this feeling for a minute
Can only stare at a polaroid so long
Before the chromofilm blurs and the smiles
On our faces are gone
I crossed a line 5 yrs in the making
That the biggest eraser cant clear
And i'm rewinding everytime
I whispered that in your ear
As i laid on you
And your naked body
Looked just like i wanted it to
And i wanna be the inspiration
For your room going silent
I wanna feel you erupt
When i play your song
I wanna move you to tears when i say
"its over.. goodnight"
And the rest of your life
I get mad at myself for not acting myself
I get jealous at the thought of you out
I don't want you to think that its all that i'm
Thinking about
But goddamn i do
And everytime that i hear someone laugh,
It sounds just like you

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22 Mayo 2007

Canciones comprometedoras, Part 2

[Cigarette Lighter Love Song/Butch Walker]
I know you're not asleep
I can feel you moving over there
You've been playing with the seam
In your worn out underwear
My lips are raw as hell
From biting on them just to stay awake
It's not like I'm gonna need them, you won't be around
To see them bleed and break

Chorus:
All that I do, comes back to you
So I'll just think about you
'til there's nothing in my head
All I can do, is try not to screw this up again
And just be friends, I'd rather be dead

I drove out of east Atlanta
With a headache the size of my car
I called to say I was okay anyway
'Cause I know how you are
I'm like a movie without an ending
You know I've got nowhere to go
And it makes me wanna throw up
To see you wanna give up
More than you'll ever know

(Chorus)
Bridge:
Everything's supposed to have a happy ending
But the record keeps skipping and the needle keeps bending
Like the road I'm driving to the bridge that has no end
I wanna take back everything that I've broken
But the bridges behind me are burning and smokin'
I guess this is the end
(Chorus)

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22 Mayo 2007

Canciones comprometedoras, Part 1

Como buena femina que soy, de vez en cuando me gusta autotorturarme y qué? eso sí, el cliché del litro de helado, tazón de palomitas, caja de chocolates, bolsa de papitas, litro de refresco y caja de kleneex no lo hago. Solo me siento a fumar un cigarillo mental, me imagino en una colina (en la noche) y escucho una o varias canciones de esas que desgarran el alma y dan ganas de arrancarse la piel como si fuera una mascarilla, de esas que se secan y se van despegando poco a poquito. También a veces como algo picoso, picoso, picoso. Digamos que ese es mi tequila, al puro estilo caballito.

[U2/One]

Is it getting better?
Or do you feel the same?
Will it make it easier on you now?
You got someone to blame
You say
One love
One life
When it's one need
In the night
One love
We get to share it
Leaves you baby if you
Don't care for it

Did I disappoint you?
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well it's

Too late
Tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We're one, but we're not the same
We get to
carry each other
carry each other
One

Have you come here for forgiveness?
Have you come to raise the dead?
Have you come here to play Jesus?
To the lepers in your head

Did I ask too much?
More than a lot.
You gave me nothing,
Now it's all I got
We're one
But we're not the same
Well we
Hurt each other
Then we do it again
You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what you got
When all you've got is hurt

One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers
One life
But we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other

One...
One...

extended version

Can You hear us coming Lord
Can You hear us call
Feel us knocking
We're knocking at Your door

Tags: shoot, me

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11 Mayo 2007

De novios

No recuerdo si fué en el blog de La Maga, que leí que los hombres deberían de tener un poco de conciencia cuando se es el primer novio, porque es él quién marcará las futuras relaciones. Y yo pienso que tiene razón, porque o mal acostumbran a que son unos hijos de... o a que son tiernos,educados y todo ese tipo decualidades que se le suelen poner a un "buen" novio.

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2 Abril 2007

Dude

No sé si a veces uno es tonto o masoquista, pero se llegan a extrañar ciertas cosas, ciertos lugares, ciertas personas, que no necesariamente nos brindan una estabilidad emocional.
Hoy extraño esos días.

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30 Marzo 2007

Post # 324

A ratitos te empiezo a extrañar recordar.

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