jueves, 31 de julio de 2008

domingo, 13 de julio de 2008

lucyfire...

Perfect Crime

It's getting dark and cold and the snow is coming down
The lights are fading in my hometown
Let's have another drink to keep us out of the cold
And everything we touch shall turn to gold

Cause baby I just wanna spend my time with you
Yeah, baby I just wanna spend my time with you

In a 747 and the perfect crime
Gonna leave those shores for the very last time
With bags full of money we are never gonna come back again
And there are cracks and hollows in the Cayman sunshine
Hurry up honey we're the last in line
They're never gonna find us and we're never gonna come back again
Well met by streetlights in the wrong part of town
Time to take our work back underground
Let's have a cigarette before the show begins
Let's pray the gods forgive us for our sins

Cause baby I just wanna spend my time with you
Yeah, baby I just wanna spend my time with you

In a 747 and the perfect crime
Gonna leave those shores for the very last time
With bags full of money we are never gonna come back again
And there are cracks and hollows in the Cayman sunshine
Hurry up honey we're the last in line
They're never gonna find us and we're never gonna come back again

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la forma mas bella de romperme el corazon Johan la hizo,
siendo el vocalista de Tiamat una de mis bandas favoritas
de la infancia, este proyecto, ochentero asqueroso
echo en el 2000 y algo...

aun asi, lo eh escuchado hasta artarme y por desgracia...

cada vez me gusta mas...

aun asi es raro, muy raro
enamorarse de una cancion tan mala...


salud

viernes, 11 de julio de 2008

Tchaikovsky


Tchaikovsky
1840 / 1893

compositor ruso, paso por periodos romanticos,
nacionalistas, operas, etc

se tomava la cabeza cuando dirigia sus creaciones...
decia que sentia que su cabeza iva a desprenderse de su cuerpo...
simplemente no podia soportar...
tomo agua envenanada para terminar rapido el juego...
su obra postuma fue bautizada friamente
la patetica...

conosco gente que llora al escucharla...

necesito un trago...