There's a ghost in me, Who wants to say I'm sorry. Doesn't mean I'm sorry.

domingo, 13 de septiembre de 2009

Quiero saber lo que es el amor


Foreigner.

Temazo de los 80s. Que no tengo.

Grrr.


Gato Bengal

Sigo queriendo uno.
Como todo: no cederé hasta conseguirlo!

Transmitiendo más alive than ever: Your Stellar Spirit.


Luke Skywalker

UPDATE:

Por supuesto que un día lo tuve:
https://photos.app.goo.gl/Y4YOnRaSJMrtbtyT2



sábado, 12 de septiembre de 2009

X


<< En japonés.

viernes, 11 de septiembre de 2009

Macaco: Llaves Robadas

Super cancionaza de una de mis most top bands ibéricas para el momento que me toca rightNow. Sasi y no queda otra que romper otras olas con otra vela.

✫✫✫✫✫

Yo fui el bandido,
de las llaves de tu barco,
descubrí que no era el mío,
y lloré frente al timón…
quien me iba decir a mí
que esa vela tan bonita,
que esa vela tan preciosa no era la mía, no, no, no,
no era para mí…
Pero no me arrepiento de ná,
tú fuiste mi capitana,
no importa si llegamos a puerto
sólo si recuerdas la ola que nos llevaba
Hoy entregaré las llaves
a ese nuevo navegante,
nunca contrincante,
porque le elegiste tú.
Así que alza la vela,
coge el timón,
sólo te pido darte cuenta marinero,
que lo que ahora tienes es un barco de hormigón
Oh alza la vela,
coge el timón,
sólo te pido darte cuenta marinero,
que lo que ahora tienes es un barco de hormigón
Es que yo fui el bandido,
de las llaves de tu barco,
descubrí que no era el mío,
y lloré frente al timón…
_________________________


jueves, 10 de septiembre de 2009

Deadgirl





Nunca tuviste any better human toy than a deadgirl...
Me voló el bocho.

A MUST i tell u.




*****

miércoles, 9 de septiembre de 2009

Depeche Mode *True Blood* Corrupt



*****

Corrupt

________________



I could corrupt you
In a heartbeat
You think you're so special
Think you're so sweet

What are you trying?
Don't even tempt me
Soon you'll be crying
I wish you'd trapped me

You'll be calling out my name
When you need someone to blame


I could corrupt you
It will be easy
Watching you suffer
Girl, it will please me

I wanna touch you
With my little finger
I know it will crush you
My memory would linger

You'll be crying out in pain
Begging me to play my games


I could corrupt you
It would be ugly
They could sedate you
But what good would drugs be?

But I wouldn't touch you
Put my hands on your hips
It would be too much to
Place my lips on your lips

You'll be calling out my name
Begging me to play my games.



martes, 8 de septiembre de 2009

Feliz Cumple 83 Nonito!


Nuestro main super hyper Nonito nos cumple 83 nomás y nosotros le llevamos muchas sorpresitas para el cumple!

Grande Nonazo! Por 83 mássssssssss!!!


domingo, 6 de septiembre de 2009

Olimpicamente

te mintieron cuando te dijeron nomás que no EXISTIAN MAESTROS SINO SOLO ESCUELAS.

Vilmente.

jueves, 3 de septiembre de 2009

miércoles, 2 de septiembre de 2009

What I've Done


He hecho cosas muy muy malas.
Nada que no me perdones.
Pero malas al fin.

*****

In this farewell
There’s no blood
There’s no alibi
‘Cause I’ve drawn regret
From the truth
Of a thousand lies

So let mercy come
And wash away
What I’ve done

I'll face myself
To cross out what i’ve become
Erase myself
And let go of what i’ve done

Put to rest
What you thought of me
While I clean this slate
With the hands of uncertainty

For what I’ve done
I start again
And whatever pain may come
Today this ends
I’m forgiving what I’ve done!!!

What I’ve done
Forgiving what I’ve done

_____________________________________





viernes, 28 de agosto de 2009

Natasha Bedingfield: Soujourn

Una de mis most super favs songs ever, take and listen


Sitting on the edge Of an armchair My seat belt unfastened Shoelaces not tied Letting the wind mess my hair Make up all smudged Waking up all blurry eyed It's too early in the morning For my words to come out right Just getting used to sunshine I'm still squinting in the light And it looks like a perfect day Just to get away All the mundane Has bought out the rebel I was born to be And it feels like the perfect time Just to break away This is my life It's a sojourn from the norm, oh, yeah I'm a non-conformist I like doing stupid things Like laughing on a train Or falling in love again Television, magazines They tell you how to live your life But not how to use your brain It's too early in the morning For my words to come out right Just getting used to sunshine I'm still squinting in the light And it looks like a perfect day Just to get away All the mundane Has bought out the rebel I was born to be And it feels like the perfect time Just to break away This is my life It's a sojourn from the norm, yeah, oh, yeah I wanna do something I've never done Dip my toe Beneath the surface Of a sea that I've never seen the bottom of I'm not perfect Don't have to be Can walk around in just bare feet I'm comfortable in my own skin My confidence, it starts within And it looks like a perfect day Just to get away All the mundane
Has bought out the rebel I was born to be And it feels like a perfect time Just to break away This is my life It's a sojourn from the norm A sojourn from the norm, oh, yeah
*****

jueves, 27 de agosto de 2009

Frank Black & The Catholics: Cold Heart of Stone

Desde el ´94 que no le daba pelota, amazing album por cierto aquel: en donde me filmaba con el bajo, alone in my room para la posteridad con su música de fondo, en fin...
Me bajé los 14 discos, los escuché y me hice un bestOf para andar en la calle con la Nave.


Winter blows through my coat It’s chilling my bones But it does not compare To your cold heart of stone I pledged you my love And I gave you my car Now you're parking with him Yeah I know where you are Winter blows through my coat It’s chilling my bones But it does not compare To your cold heart of stone Your favorite perfume Well I gave you a tub Now you’re stepping out For your rubba dub dub If ever you need Don’t call [x2] I once had a dog Who ran from his home But that wasn't even close To your cold heart of stone Winter blows through my coat It’s chilling my bones But it does not compare To your cold heart of stone If ever you need Don’t call [x2]

*****

lunes, 24 de agosto de 2009

domingo, 23 de agosto de 2009

sábado, 22 de agosto de 2009

viernes, 21 de agosto de 2009

19

Vos decís que está moooooooooooooy mal que tenga 19?

*****
A mi no me hace ruido paranada.
Very very exciting indeed.


martes, 18 de agosto de 2009

Los Favores Recibidos

...creo habértelos pagado...
 
La versión Caetano me gusta mucho mucho.

lunes, 17 de agosto de 2009

domingo, 16 de agosto de 2009

Muse The Resistance Cover

From the incoming album: The Resistance!

sábado, 15 de agosto de 2009

viernes, 14 de agosto de 2009

Gamer

Para un Gamer histórico como yo.
Nada mejor que una perra gamer like u.
So, gimme that joystick and chupala mon amour...


jueves, 13 de agosto de 2009

Mediaeval Baebes!


Desde el ´93/94 que suena en mi soundtrack permanente Miranda Sex Garden, y vos sabes que andar caminando sobre nubes con angeles sonando en tus oidos hace que BA sea mucho mucho pero mucho más soportable en todo sentido.
Mucho más siendo jovencito recien salido del vergel oven teen ponele: almost fresh brand new. Okey, ahora las Mediaeval Baebes son el resultado de lo nuevo de la fundadora de las MSG.
Que tampoco existen más, pero WOW qué musica cómo me encanta sentirme rodeado de hadas que encantadas le cantan a un don nadie como yo, mucho más cuando los DCD me dejaron en silencio, averiado roto y mal parado en una vereda del microcentro en el verano del ´95.

Album de las diosas de Mediaeval Baebes >>

{ gimme local drag queen your holly love }

miércoles, 12 de agosto de 2009

Rio de Janeiro


Desde chiquito soñaba con viajar a las playas de Río.
Veía Rio de Duran Duran en videoclip de MTV, con el yatch de Simón navegando en uno de los videos más WOWs do mondo y me decía solito: "tengo que estar ahí qué hermoso todo".


*****
Es un sueño que concretaré muy pronto:
Río Allá Vamos!

martes, 11 de agosto de 2009

Whisky in my Shoes


Tiraste whisky en mis zapatos, nos agachamos, nos chocamos las cabezas.
Nos besamos largo rato.

{ I will never forget u babe.}

lunes, 10 de agosto de 2009

You Cant Break a Heart and Have it

Ey me!

You Cant Break a Heart and Have it!!!

domingo, 9 de agosto de 2009

Emiliana Torrini: The Boy who Giggled so Sweet

Emiliana Torrini { sí: la del hitasissimo chill *Easy on Sunshine*, great super summer sunset amazing song at the beach, bueno esa }, la conocí con Fede en la ANB allá por el 2003 y flasheamos mal de en serio o sea una voz exquisita.
Okey aquí this beautiful song del ´96 que cada vez que la escucho me hace acordar a Juan Cruz.
Que lo veo, lo beso, lo mimo y abrazo todo el día todos los días, pero igual, me hace acordar a él por lo que canta, divina, divino.



He came with the breeze 
She told everyone, in the cold 
She would hold him and sing a song, 
Sweet little Anna, singing her sad, sad song, 
To her beautiful boy that giggled so sweet. 
 The days went by until one little night, with this one little moon hanging in its black, 
Sweet little Anna, whispered her goodnight song, 
In the ear of the boy who giggled so sweet. 
"My baby, my beauty, my boy, my baby, What is your favourite song of all songs? 
Sweet baby, my love, my darling, my baby, Forever your rosie lips won't turn blue. 
 I won't let nights hurt you, 
I won't let them take you, 
Take my hand and we'll run up that tree. 
I won't let days hurt you, 
I wont let them break you, if so my little heart will die, if so my tears will freeze and turn grey." 
He just stared in her hardworking arms, 
His rosie little lips had turned blue, 
Sweet little Anna, chanted her goodnight song, for her beautiful boy that giggled so sweet. 
"My baby, my beauty........"
They took the boy who giggled so sweet, 
Frozen grey tears glanced on her cheek, 
And the goodnight song, 
She never stopped singing, 
Danced from her lips, Down the dark grey street. 
"My baby, my beauty........"

*****

sábado, 8 de agosto de 2009

Y para vos mi ex amorrrrrrrrr

Cucharadita de vidrio molido todos los días!

Nueva dieta: y no me digas que así no adelgazás eh?

viernes, 7 de agosto de 2009

Si cierro mis ojos para siempre




Una de mis most powerful songs from my youth.
*****
Lita:
Baby, I get so scared inside and I don’t really understand,
Is it love that is on my mind, or is it fantasy
Ozzy:
Heaven, is in the palm of my hand, and its waiting here for you
What am I supposed to do with a childhood tragedy
If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain unchanged
If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain the same
Sometimes its hard to hold on, so hard to hold on to my dreams
It isnt always what is seems when your face to face with me
Lita:
Your like a dagger, you stick me in the heart and taste bloodfrom my blade
And when we sleep will you shelter me in your warm and darken grave
If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain unchanged
If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain the same
Will you ever take me?
Ozzy:
No I just cant take the pain
Lita:
Would you ever trust me?
Ozzy:
No ill never feel the same
Lita:
I know ive been so hard on you, I know ive told you lies
If I could have just one more wish, Id wipe the cobwebs from my eyes
If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain unchanged
If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain the same

Ozzy:
Close your eyes, close your eyes, you gotta close your eyes for me

jueves, 6 de agosto de 2009

Mama, I´m Coming Home



*****
















Times have changed and times are strange
Here I come, but I aint the same
Mama, Im coming home
Times gone by seem to be
You could have been a better friend to me
Mama, Im coming home

You took me in and you drove me out
Yeah, you had me hypnotized
Lost and found and turned around
By the fire in your eyes

You made me cry, you told me lies
But I can't stand to say goodbye
Mama, Im coming home
I could be right, I could be wrong
Hurts so bad, it's been so long
Mama, Im coming home

Selfish love yeah we're both alone
The ride before the fall
But I'm gonna take this heart of stone
I just gotta have it all


I've seen your face a hundred times
Everyday we've been apart
I don't care about the sunshine, yeah
cause mama, mama, Im coming home
I'm coming home

You took me in and you drove me out
Yeah, you had me hypnotized
Lost and found and turned around
By the fire in your eyes...