BRIGHT EYES - THE CALENDAR HUNG ITSELF
Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head?
And does he sing to you incessantly from the space between your bed and wall?
Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes?
Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you.
Oh, does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched
and does he cry through broken sentences like I love you far too much?
Does he lay awake listening to your breath?
Worried you smoke too many cigarettes.
Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor?
For every speck of tile there's a thousand more
you won't ever see but most hold inside yourself eternally
Well, I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death.
In every city, memories would whisper: "Here is where you rest."
I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees
and I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
And I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her.
She had eyes bright enough to burn me. They reminded me of yours.
And in a story told she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field
and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed.
And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands.
And it stretched for centuries to a diary entry's end where I wrote,
You make me happy oh!! when skies are gray
You make me happy oh!! when skies are gray and gray and gray.
Well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open chest with hands
stretched towards the calendar hanging itself
but I will not weep for those dying days.
For all the ones who've left there's a few that stayed.
And they found me here and pulled me from the grass where I was laid.
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Sé que no se suelen comentar las letras, pero joder es preciosa... Plagada de frases como "Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes, Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you?", suenan tan adorables y tan adorablemente simples...
Es de esas canciones que daría media vida por ser capaz de escribirla...
[80] Rebel Souls - "Leviathan"- Así suena lo nuevo de Hamlet, Acto de fe
- Fecha de Guns N' Roses en Barcelona en junio de 2025
[69] Me First And The Gimme Gimmes - "¡Blow it....at Madison's quinceañera!"- [70] Brat - "Social Grace"
- Pennywise y Propagandhi en Barcelona en 2025
- Confirmados Manowar en España en 2025
- Gira española de No Fun At All en enero de 2025
- Gira de Bad Religion por la península en 2025 con siete fechas
- [80] Collapsed Skull - "Your Father's Rage Evaporated In The Sun"
- El festival Sun & Thunder 2025 anuncia sus primeros nombres
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ANATHEMA - Forgotten Hopes
Hey you, rotting in an alcoholic empty shell
Banging on the walls of your intoxicated mind
Do you ever wonder why you were left alone
As your heart grew colder and finally tourned to stone
Did I punish you for dreaming?
Did I break your heart and leave you crying?
Do you ever dream of escaping
Don't you ever dream of escaping...
Pathetic oblivion
Forgotten hopes buried in your soul's lonely grave
Pathetic oblivion
Remember how you were before you locked your heart away
Did I punish you for dreaming?
Did I break your heart and leave you crying?
Do you ever dream of escaping
Don't you ever dream of escaping...
Las letras de ANATHEMA son casi todas geniales
Hey you, rotting in an alcoholic empty shell
Banging on the walls of your intoxicated mind
Do you ever wonder why you were left alone
As your heart grew colder and finally tourned to stone
Did I punish you for dreaming?
Did I break your heart and leave you crying?
Do you ever dream of escaping
Don't you ever dream of escaping...
Pathetic oblivion
Forgotten hopes buried in your soul's lonely grave
Pathetic oblivion
Remember how you were before you locked your heart away
Did I punish you for dreaming?
Did I break your heart and leave you crying?
Do you ever dream of escaping
Don't you ever dream of escaping...
Las letras de ANATHEMA son casi todas geniales
When I see, you cannot see
When I move, you move with me ...
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En una cárcel llamada democracia
THURSDAY - YOU WERE THE CANCER
It's the sigh of a building falling down
It's the world spinning us around
It's the slip of the surgeon's knife
Darker crimes of common existence
It's a missile sleeping in the ground
It's a camera trying to photograph a sound
It's a case for the basic flaw
Ending a film in the coming attractions
It's a sound that's spinning out of control
It's a light at the edge of a black hole
Scream of an orchestra
Total collapse of an overreaction
In your blood there is a sad, sad song
Bleeding through your nervous system
It's killing you but it's bringing me along
You were the cancer in my life
You were the cancer all the time
You were the cancer
That's all you'll ever be
It's comfort in a bathtub full of ice
It's the promise of a peaceful afterlife
Or the string of a violin wound too tight
It's gasping for oxygen
It's the signal that's sent out over the air
At the speed of a thousand unheard prayers
Faith in the chemicals
A shot in the dark the size of a particle
It's blood from the neon sign
Shine a light away from your insides
Make a map of the balance
Watching life slip through your hands
They're not for shaking
They're not for praying
They're just for holding close
Everything you love that is fragile in a dream
See, you're coming down
No one knows where
See, you're coming down
Without a prayer
You were the cancer in my life
You were the cancer all the time
You were the cancer
That's all you'll ever be
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He escrito o pensando en la palabra cáncer mil veces para describir cómo me he sentido y ahora sacan esta canción...
It's the sigh of a building falling down
It's the world spinning us around
It's the slip of the surgeon's knife
Darker crimes of common existence
It's a missile sleeping in the ground
It's a camera trying to photograph a sound
It's a case for the basic flaw
Ending a film in the coming attractions
It's a sound that's spinning out of control
It's a light at the edge of a black hole
Scream of an orchestra
Total collapse of an overreaction
In your blood there is a sad, sad song
Bleeding through your nervous system
It's killing you but it's bringing me along
You were the cancer in my life
You were the cancer all the time
You were the cancer
That's all you'll ever be
It's comfort in a bathtub full of ice
It's the promise of a peaceful afterlife
Or the string of a violin wound too tight
It's gasping for oxygen
It's the signal that's sent out over the air
At the speed of a thousand unheard prayers
Faith in the chemicals
A shot in the dark the size of a particle
It's blood from the neon sign
Shine a light away from your insides
Make a map of the balance
Watching life slip through your hands
They're not for shaking
They're not for praying
They're just for holding close
Everything you love that is fragile in a dream
See, you're coming down
No one knows where
See, you're coming down
Without a prayer
You were the cancer in my life
You were the cancer all the time
You were the cancer
That's all you'll ever be
_______________________
He escrito o pensando en la palabra cáncer mil veces para describir cómo me he sentido y ahora sacan esta canción...
Última edición por PcPunk el Vie Mar 20, 2009 6:50 pm, editado 2 veces en total
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Itsasoa, hain urruti...
sentimenak horren hurbil...
Denbora da ez dugula hartzen kafetxorik,
atzoko azken tabernetan ez zintudan ikusi.
Zure lagunez oroitzen al zara gutxi bada ere?
besarkada bat eta jarrai bizirik.
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El mar, tan lejano...
los sentimientos tan cercanos...
Hace tiempo que tú y yo no tomamos un café,
ayer no te vi en los últimos bares.
¿Te acuerdas de tus amigos, aunque sólo sea un poco?
Recibe un abrazo de mi parte e intenta sobrevivir.
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todo muere.
incluso la mejor amistad.
sentimenak horren hurbil...
Denbora da ez dugula hartzen kafetxorik,
atzoko azken tabernetan ez zintudan ikusi.
Zure lagunez oroitzen al zara gutxi bada ere?
besarkada bat eta jarrai bizirik.
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El mar, tan lejano...
los sentimientos tan cercanos...
Hace tiempo que tú y yo no tomamos un café,
ayer no te vi en los últimos bares.
¿Te acuerdas de tus amigos, aunque sólo sea un poco?
Recibe un abrazo de mi parte e intenta sobrevivir.
____________________________________________
todo muere.
incluso la mejor amistad.
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En una cárcel llamada democracia
From First To Last - I Liked You Better Before You Were Naked On The Internet
It's amazing what you'll find when you just open your eyes
Sometimes love can leave you blind
But still you try to cover all the lies
And ignore all the signs
Sometimes love can leave you blind
What I thought was a certainty
Has left me
Spinning in circles again
Comparing to the last time that we had spoke
It seems to me that you're not happy
Like you used to be
To you I'm like a flavor that wouldn't last
You took one bite and spat me out real fast
And now this mark remains and will never ever go away
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It's amazing what you'll find when you just open your eyes
Sometimes love can leave you blind
But still you try to cover all the lies
And ignore all the signs
Sometimes love can leave you blind
What I thought was a certainty
Has left me
Spinning in circles again
Comparing to the last time that we had spoke
It seems to me that you're not happy
Like you used to be
To you I'm like a flavor that wouldn't last
You took one bite and spat me out real fast
And now this mark remains and will never ever go away
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Última edición por PcPunk el Mar Mar 31, 2009 2:14 am, editado 2 veces en total
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If this was the Cold War we could keep each other warm
I said on the first occasion that I met Marie
We were crawling through the hatch that was the missile silo door
And I don't think that she really thought that much of me
I never had to learn to love her like I learned to love the Bomb
She just came along and started to ignore me
But as we waited for the Big One
I started singing her my songs
And I think she started feeling something for me
We passed the time with crosswords that she thought to bring inside
What five letters spell "apocalypse" she asked me
I won her over saying "W.W.I.I.I."
She smiled and we both knew that she'd misjudged me
Oh Marie it was so easy to fall in love with you
It felt almost like a home of sorts or something
And you would keep the warhead missile silo good as new
And I'd watch you with my thumb above the button
Then one night you found me in my army issue cot
And you told me of your flash of inspiration
You said fusion was the broken heart that's lonely's only thought
And all night long you drove me wild with your equations
Oh Marie do you remember all the time we used to take
We'd make our love and then ransack the rations
I think about you leaving now and the avalanche cascades
And my eyes get washed away in chain reactions
Oh Marie if you would stay then we could stick pins in the map
Of all the places where you thought that love would be found
But I would only need one pin to show where my heart's at
In a top secret location three hundred feet under the ground
We could hold each other close and stay up every night
Looking up into the dark like it's the night sky
And pretend this giant missile is an old oak tree instead
And carve our name in hearts into the warhead
Oh Marie there's something tells me things just won't work out above
That our love would live a half-life on the surface
So at night while you are sleeping
I hold you closer just because
As our time grows short I get a little nervous
I think about the Big One, W.W.I.I.I.
Would we ever really care the world had ended
You could hold me here forever like you're holding me tonight
I look at that great big red button and I'm tempted
Josh Ritter - The Temptation of Adam
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=76MXROcqqxo
a los que participais en este post, una propuesta. dado el poco movimiento de este subforo en general, y que este post tiene un relativo exito, que tal si vamos un poco mas allá, y en vez de ir poniendo aqui todas las letras, darles algo mas de sentido haciendo diferentes posts según lo que nos inspiran las cancion/letras(lo pongo así para poder incluir instrumentales, que muchas veces nos dicen tanto o mas que una letra). no se si me explico.
I said on the first occasion that I met Marie
We were crawling through the hatch that was the missile silo door
And I don't think that she really thought that much of me
I never had to learn to love her like I learned to love the Bomb
She just came along and started to ignore me
But as we waited for the Big One
I started singing her my songs
And I think she started feeling something for me
We passed the time with crosswords that she thought to bring inside
What five letters spell "apocalypse" she asked me
I won her over saying "W.W.I.I.I."
She smiled and we both knew that she'd misjudged me
Oh Marie it was so easy to fall in love with you
It felt almost like a home of sorts or something
And you would keep the warhead missile silo good as new
And I'd watch you with my thumb above the button
Then one night you found me in my army issue cot
And you told me of your flash of inspiration
You said fusion was the broken heart that's lonely's only thought
And all night long you drove me wild with your equations
Oh Marie do you remember all the time we used to take
We'd make our love and then ransack the rations
I think about you leaving now and the avalanche cascades
And my eyes get washed away in chain reactions
Oh Marie if you would stay then we could stick pins in the map
Of all the places where you thought that love would be found
But I would only need one pin to show where my heart's at
In a top secret location three hundred feet under the ground
We could hold each other close and stay up every night
Looking up into the dark like it's the night sky
And pretend this giant missile is an old oak tree instead
And carve our name in hearts into the warhead
Oh Marie there's something tells me things just won't work out above
That our love would live a half-life on the surface
So at night while you are sleeping
I hold you closer just because
As our time grows short I get a little nervous
I think about the Big One, W.W.I.I.I.
Would we ever really care the world had ended
You could hold me here forever like you're holding me tonight
I look at that great big red button and I'm tempted
Josh Ritter - The Temptation of Adam
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=76MXROcqqxo
a los que participais en este post, una propuesta. dado el poco movimiento de este subforo en general, y que este post tiene un relativo exito, que tal si vamos un poco mas allá, y en vez de ir poniendo aqui todas las letras, darles algo mas de sentido haciendo diferentes posts según lo que nos inspiran las cancion/letras(lo pongo así para poder incluir instrumentales, que muchas veces nos dicen tanto o mas que una letra). no se si me explico.
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En una cárcel llamada democracia
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Una metáfora para explicar una sensación. Algo que pasa, un intento de acercarse a algo. Una imagen acompañada de mil palabras. Información que te define. La palabra vuelve a darse otra oportunidad, dispuesta a conciliar la diferencia de mundos regulados por la misma gravedad. Querer expresar y no saber bien el camino. Frases que no saben cuánto arriesgar. Deformación de lo que piensas. Una metáfora para explicar una sensación, una imagen acompañada de mil palabras. Un intento de acercarse a algo. Seríamos tan distintos sin la amenaza del dolor... En el instante en que describes algo con la intención de compartirlo, de mostrarlo, surge una nueva versión. Información; mil palabras; deformación de lo que piensas.
Visión Túnel - El día que solté los globos a pie de carretera
Visión Túnel - El día que solté los globos a pie de carretera
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Massive Attack - Karmacoma
You sure you want to be with me?
I've nothing to give
Wont lie and say this lovin's best
Well leave us in emotional pace
Take a walk, taste the rest
No, take a rest
I see you digging a hole in your neighborhood
Youre crazy but youre lazy
I need to live and I need to
Your troubles must be seen to see through
Money like it's paper with faces i remember
I drink on a daily basis
Though it subtle cools my temper
It never cools my temper
Walking through the suburbs though not exactly lovers
Youre a couple, 'specially when your bodys doubled
Duplicate, then you wait for the next kuwait
Karmacoma, jamaica' aroma [x4]
You sure you want to be with me ive nothing to give
Take a walk take a rest taste the rest
Take a walk take a rest taste the rest
Take a walk take a rest a taste of rest
Don't want to be on top of your list
Monopoly and properly kissed
We overcome in sixty seconds
With the strength we have to together
But for now, emotional ties they stay severed
When theres trust therell be treats
And when we funk we'll hear beats
Karmacoma, jamaica' aroma [x4]
Deflowering my baby, aiyee my baby me
I must be crazy, see i'm swazy
Digging a hole in your neighborhood
You're crazy but you're lazy, must be lazy
Don't wanna ne on top of your list
Monopoly and properly kissed
Deflowering my baby, aiyee my baby me
My baby
Deflowering my baby, aiyee my baby me
I must be crazy, you must be lazy
Karmacoma, what?, jamaica aroma [x4]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MGwcz_DzyyI
You sure you want to be with me?
I've nothing to give
Wont lie and say this lovin's best
Well leave us in emotional pace
Take a walk, taste the rest
No, take a rest
I see you digging a hole in your neighborhood
Youre crazy but youre lazy
I need to live and I need to
Your troubles must be seen to see through
Money like it's paper with faces i remember
I drink on a daily basis
Though it subtle cools my temper
It never cools my temper
Walking through the suburbs though not exactly lovers
Youre a couple, 'specially when your bodys doubled
Duplicate, then you wait for the next kuwait
Karmacoma, jamaica' aroma [x4]
You sure you want to be with me ive nothing to give
Take a walk take a rest taste the rest
Take a walk take a rest taste the rest
Take a walk take a rest a taste of rest
Don't want to be on top of your list
Monopoly and properly kissed
We overcome in sixty seconds
With the strength we have to together
But for now, emotional ties they stay severed
When theres trust therell be treats
And when we funk we'll hear beats
Karmacoma, jamaica' aroma [x4]
Deflowering my baby, aiyee my baby me
I must be crazy, see i'm swazy
Digging a hole in your neighborhood
You're crazy but you're lazy, must be lazy
Don't wanna ne on top of your list
Monopoly and properly kissed
Deflowering my baby, aiyee my baby me
My baby
Deflowering my baby, aiyee my baby me
I must be crazy, you must be lazy
Karmacoma, what?, jamaica aroma [x4]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MGwcz_DzyyI
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Ezlekuak
Aquí va la letra:
Hor nonbait
Babesten zaituen pistola
berberak mehatxatzen zaitu.
Elikatzen gaituen janari
berberak pozointzen gaitu.
Bilatzen ditugun irtenbide
berberak galduerazi (ah)al gaitu(?).
Ikustearazten gaituen argi
berberak itsutu (ah)al gaitu(?).
Ezpadiogu neurria hartzen aurrean dugunari,
neurria honek hartuko digu eta ibiliko
gara atzetik, galdurik... hor nonbait...
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En alguna parte
La misma pistola que te protege te amenaza.
La misma comida que nos alimenta nos envenena.
Las mismas salidas que buscamos nos pueden perder.
La misma luz que nos hace ver nos puede cegar.
Si no tomamos medidas con lo que tenemos delante,
ello tamará medidas con mosotros
y andaremos por detras, perdidos...
ahí, en alguna parte...hor nonbait
Hor nonbait
Babesten zaituen pistola
berberak mehatxatzen zaitu.
Elikatzen gaituen janari
berberak pozointzen gaitu.
Bilatzen ditugun irtenbide
berberak galduerazi (ah)al gaitu(?).
Ikustearazten gaituen argi
berberak itsutu (ah)al gaitu(?).
Ezpadiogu neurria hartzen aurrean dugunari,
neurria honek hartuko digu eta ibiliko
gara atzetik, galdurik... hor nonbait...
______________________
En alguna parte
La misma pistola que te protege te amenaza.
La misma comida que nos alimenta nos envenena.
Las mismas salidas que buscamos nos pueden perder.
La misma luz que nos hace ver nos puede cegar.
Si no tomamos medidas con lo que tenemos delante,
ello tamará medidas con mosotros
y andaremos por detras, perdidos...
ahí, en alguna parte...hor nonbait
Live or die tryin´
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Dropkick Murphys - The Green Fields Of France
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yK9TDt3Ouo4
Oh how do you do, young Willy McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside
And rest for a while in the warm summer sun
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done
And I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
When you joined the great fallen in 1916
Well I hope you died quick
And I hope you died clean
Or Willy McBride, was is it slow and obscene
Did they beat the drums slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined
And though you died back in 1916
To that loyal heart you're forever nineteen
Or are you a stranger without even a name
Forever enshrined behind some old glass pane
In an old photograph torn, tattered, and stained
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame
Did they beat the drums slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
The sun shining down on these green fields of France
The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance
The trenches have vanished long under the plow
No gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now
But here in this graveyard that's still no mans land
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man
And a whole generation were butchered and damned
Did they beat the drums slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
And I can't help but wonder oh Willy McBride
Do all those who lie here know why they died
Did you really believe them when they told you the cause
Did you really believe that this war would end wars
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
The killing and dying it was all done in vain
Oh Willy McBride it all happened again
And again, and again, and again, and again
Did they beat the drums slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yK9TDt3Ouo4
Oh how do you do, young Willy McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside
And rest for a while in the warm summer sun
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done
And I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
When you joined the great fallen in 1916
Well I hope you died quick
And I hope you died clean
Or Willy McBride, was is it slow and obscene
Did they beat the drums slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined
And though you died back in 1916
To that loyal heart you're forever nineteen
Or are you a stranger without even a name
Forever enshrined behind some old glass pane
In an old photograph torn, tattered, and stained
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame
Did they beat the drums slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
The sun shining down on these green fields of France
The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance
The trenches have vanished long under the plow
No gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now
But here in this graveyard that's still no mans land
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man
And a whole generation were butchered and damned
Did they beat the drums slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
And I can't help but wonder oh Willy McBride
Do all those who lie here know why they died
Did you really believe them when they told you the cause
Did you really believe that this war would end wars
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
The killing and dying it was all done in vain
Oh Willy McBride it all happened again
And again, and again, and again, and again
Did they beat the drums slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
Zer escribió:Tengo pollas de goma debajo de mi culo ahora mismo.
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En una cárcel llamada democracia
Quisiera ser la imagen perdida sumida en lo inerte...
Quisiera ver mi sueño imposible girar de repente.
Qué mismo te da que quiera escapar de mi soledad indiferente.
Duele verse y no ser, lo que anhelo, mi halo ausente.
Divagar en mi punto medio (sufrimiento circular),
Voy a alcanzar la luz que deslumbra y hiere mi centro...
Voy a insistir alzando mis brazos, nacer del infierno.
Y no pararé hasta desfallecer, creando infinitos del recuerdo.
Me escudo en mí, me arrastro en el tiempo, y no me arrepiento.
Y no me arrepiento
TEORÍA DEL MOVIMIENTO CÍCLICO - BRAINJUICE
Quisiera ver mi sueño imposible girar de repente.
Qué mismo te da que quiera escapar de mi soledad indiferente.
Duele verse y no ser, lo que anhelo, mi halo ausente.
Divagar en mi punto medio (sufrimiento circular),
Voy a alcanzar la luz que deslumbra y hiere mi centro...
Voy a insistir alzando mis brazos, nacer del infierno.
Y no pararé hasta desfallecer, creando infinitos del recuerdo.
Me escudo en mí, me arrastro en el tiempo, y no me arrepiento.
Y no me arrepiento
TEORÍA DEL MOVIMIENTO CÍCLICO - BRAINJUICE
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16 Feb, 2004
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En una cárcel llamada democracia
The wings that take this sparrow break with this weight of mine,
Another message lost into the void of time,
Is anybody out there get the message that I send?
Would anybody read it then send it back again?
A call to mend connection lost through memory and bone,
A call to find a new way to communicate and grow!
I sold my voice to pay for my security
Now I write my sentence on its walls
I'm calling, is anybody else out there?
Is anybody tunning in?
One thousand years that I've waited for a sign
A dream may last just seconds changing you for all times
Frantic incoherent just a reach in the dark!
A message for my lonely thoughts a sparrow for my heart.
I'm calling, is anybody else out there?
Is anybody listening? Can anybody hear me?
The wings that take this sparrow break with this weight of mine
I'm calling, is anybody else out there?
Is anybody listening? Can anybody save me?
The wings that take this sparrow break with this weight of mine,
Another message lost straight from this heart of mine
A message out to anybody tunning in
That this whole world is slowly caving in!
Another message lost into the void of time,
Is anybody out there get the message that I send?
Would anybody read it then send it back again?
A call to mend connection lost through memory and bone,
A call to find a new way to communicate and grow!
I sold my voice to pay for my security
Now I write my sentence on its walls
I'm calling, is anybody else out there?
Is anybody tunning in?
One thousand years that I've waited for a sign
A dream may last just seconds changing you for all times
Frantic incoherent just a reach in the dark!
A message for my lonely thoughts a sparrow for my heart.
I'm calling, is anybody else out there?
Is anybody listening? Can anybody hear me?
The wings that take this sparrow break with this weight of mine
I'm calling, is anybody else out there?
Is anybody listening? Can anybody save me?
The wings that take this sparrow break with this weight of mine,
Another message lost straight from this heart of mine
A message out to anybody tunning in
That this whole world is slowly caving in!
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