Learn to Fly

(Esta canción me fascina)

Run and tell all of the angels
This could take all night
Think I need a devil to help me
Get things right

Hook me up a new revolution
Cos this one is a lie
We sat around laughing
And watch the last one die

I'm looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something help me burn out bright
Im looking for complications
Looking cos Im tired of lying
Make my way back home
When I learn to fly (high)

Think Im done nursing the patience
I can wait one night
Id give it all away
If you give me one last try
We live happily ever trapped
If you just save my life
Run and tell the angels
That everything is all right

Im looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something help me burn out bright
Im looking for complications
Looking cos Im tired of lying
Make my way back home
When I learn to fly

Fly along with me
I cant quite make it alone
Try to make this life my own
Fly along with me
I cant quite make it alone
Try to make this life my own

Im looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something help me burn out bright
Im looking for complications
Looking cos Im tired of lying
Make my way back home
When I learn to fly

Agradezco sinceramente a Dave Grohl por tan magnífica canción (osea, que es de su autoria con los Foo Fighters).

Sunday Morning Call

Oasis » Sunday Morning Call

Here's another sunday morning call
Yer hear yer head-a-banging on the door
Slip your shoes on and then out you crawl
Into a day that couldn't give you more
But what for?

And in your head do you feel 
What you're not supposed to feel 
And You take what you want
But you won't get it for free

And You need more time
Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more
But i'm not sure if it ever works out right
But it's ok.
It's all right

When yer lonely and you start to hear
The little voices in your head at night
You will only sniff away the tears
So you can dance until the morning light
At what price?

And in your head do you feel
What you're not supposed to feel
And You take what you want
But you won't get it for free

And You need more time
Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more
But I'm not sure if it ever works out right
But it's ok.
It's all right

And in your head do you feel
What you're not supposed to feel
When you take what you want
But You don't get hope for free

And You need more time
Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more
And I'm not sure if it'll ever, ever, ever work out right
Will it ever, ever, ever work out right?
Cos it never, never, never works out right

(Gracias a los hermanos Gallager y compañía que hicieron posible esta rola)

Mad World

Mad World
Gary Jules (cover of Tears for Fears)

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very

Mad World

Mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very

Mad World

Mad World

Enlarging your world

Mad World

(Gracias por esta canción a todos aquellos que la hicieron posible)

Tus Ojos

(Otro pedazo, inspirado en Ana Claudia Talancón)

Tus ojos son una extraña maldición. Aunque pudieron ser bendecidos por dioses de un mundo mucho mas viejo que el nuestro, no logran engañarme. De donde vengo, todos y cada uno de los que se dicen humanos tienen ojos profundos. Quizá sea porque en ellos se encierra un abismo de sentimientos que se niegan a revelar. Aquel que cuenta con ojos claros es un animal de gustos sencillos. Sería fácil encontrar las razones por las que mata, si se le siguiera el paso por un par de días. Por el contrario, los que nos llamamos humanos no actuamos de esa forma. No es que exista mayor misericordia o justicia en nuestros crímenes. Mas bien, no existe ese impulso claro que nos ilustre el motivo para quitar la vida a otro. Pensar en tus ojos es pensar en el odio mismo que quisiera tenerte.

Disculpa...

(Pedazo de amor, reflexión, frustación aderesado con muchas tonterías)

Hola, ¿cómo estás? Espero me perdones por lo borracho que estoy. Pero tengo una autoestima muy baja y cualquier cosa (por pequeña que ésta sea), me da valor para hacer toda clase de estupideces. En esta ocasión escogí venir a hablarte, porque te ví sola y me sentí lo suficientemente borracho. No quiero que por esto te sientas ofendida. Por el contrario, en este momento la más importante eres tú, porque escuchas mis palabras. Es extraño que tenga que hacerlo borracho, ya que mi destino de hombre tiene marcado el estar junto a una mujer. Sin embargo, me encuentro en un mundo con reglas que no entiendo y no me permiten escogerla. Por el contrario, me encuentro que es determinante el color de mis zapatos y mi cinturón, además de la cantidad de metros cuadrados que deba tener la cocina. Creo que es mejor que me vaya. Te he insultado mucho y hecho perder tiempo. Además, lo que necesita este mundo son menos borrachos habladores. Que bueno que no tengo descendencia. ¿Gustas que te traiga algo?