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Hasta el cielo sabe que soy miserable

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BEN FOLDS - “Belinda”
(con letra de Nick Hornby).

Every night around this time
He has to sing ‘Belinda’
“Belinda, I love you
Don’t leave me, I need you”

He tried to stop a while back
But what is he without her?
A one hit wonder with no hits is what he is

And anyway
He always hears how much it means to people
There’s a lot of fortysomethings
Who wouldn’t be in the world without it
So now he does it with this lyric in his head

Belinda, I loved you
I’m sorry that i left you
I met somebody younger on a plane
She had big breasts
A nice smile
No kids either
She gave me complimentary champagne

No-one ever wants to hear the song he wrote for Cindy
“Cindy, I love you
I need you, don’t leave me”
And he can’t blame them, they can tell
His heart was never in it
And Cindy never liked it but
She never much liked him

Belinda, I loved you
I’m sorry that i left you
I met somebody younger on a plane
She had big breasts
A nice smile
No kids either
She gave me complimentary champagne

So every night about this time
He feels the old self loathing
While the old folks in the audience sing along
And he smiles and waves the mic at them
So they can do the chorus
But he’s not there, he’s somewhere else
He’s with Belinda
In the days before he made it all go wrong

Belinda, I love you

She gave me complimentary champagne
She gave me complimentary champagne

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  • 1 year ago
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  • Slide AwayOasis

Slide away - and give it all you’ve got
My today - fell in from the top
I dream of you - and all the things you say
I wonder where you are now?

Hold me down - all the world’s asleep
I need you now - you’ve knocked me off my feet
I dream of you - we talk of growing old
But you said please don’t !

Slide in baby - together we’ll fly
I’ve tried praying - and I know just what you’re saying to me

Now that you’re mine
I’ll find a way
Of chasing the sun
Let me be the one that shines with you
In the morning when you don’t know what to do
Two of a kind
We’ll find a way
To do what we’ve done

Let me be the one that shines with you
And we can slide away.

Slide away - and give it all you’ve got
My today - fell in from the top
I dream of you - and all the things you say
I wonder where you are now?

Slide in baby - together we’ll fly
I’ve tried praying - and I know just what you’re saying to me

Now that you’re mine
I’ll find a way
Of chasing the sun
Let me be the one that shines with you
In the morning when you don’t know what to do
Two of a kind
We’ll find a way
To do what we’ve done

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  • 1 year ago > deangirl
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El futuro - Julio Cortázar

Y sé muy bien que no estarás.

No estarás en la calle, en el murmullo que brota de la noche de los postes de alumbrado, ni en el gesto de elegir el menú, ni en la sonrisa que alivia los completos en los subtes, ni en los libros prestados, ni en el hasta mañana.

No estarás en mis sueños, en el destino original de mis palabras, ni en una cifra telefónica estarás, o en el color de un par de guantes o una blusa.

Me enojaré amor mío sin que sea por ti, y compraré bombones pero no para ti, me pararé en la esquina a la que no vendrás y diré las cosas que sé decir y comeré las cosas que se comen y soñaré los sueños que se sueñan.

Y sé muy bien que no estarás ni aquí dentro de la cárcel donde te retengo, ni allí afuera en ese río de calles y de puentes.

No estarás para nada, no serás mi recuerdo y cuando piense en ti pensaré un pensamiento que oscuramente trata de acordarse de ti.

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El infinito según HP Lovecraft…
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El infinito según HP Lovecraft…

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BLUR - NO DISTANCE LEFT TO RUN

It’s over
You don’t need to tell me
I hope you’re with someone who makes you
feel safe in your sleeping tonight
I won’t kill myself, trying to stay in your life
I got no distance left to run

When you see me
Please turn your back and walk away
I don’t want to see you
Cos I know the dreams that you keep is wearing me
When your coming down, think of me here
I got no distance left to run

It’s over, I knew it would end this way
I hope you’re with someone who makes you feel
That this life is the night
And it settles down, stays around
Spends more time with you
I got no distance left to run

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  • 1 year ago
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THE AIRBORNE TOXIC EVENT - “GASOLINE”

All the time I wake, you’re still on my mind.
We were on our own almost all the time.
She’ll step away for just a second or two
and I close my eyes and think of you.

We were only seventeen, we were holding back our screams
like we’d torn it from the pages of some lipstick magazine.
And you’d scratch and turn and say,
“Let’s burn ourselves up until we scream.”

Like gasoline.

All those tender days at your mother’s house…
and your father would find my hand inside your blouse.
They tell methat you’re married now.
Well, my dear, I fear I can’t understand how.

When we were only seventeen,
we were holding back our screams,
like we’d torn our lives from the pages of some girlie magazines,
and you’d scratch and turn and say,
“Let’s burn these sheets down to the seams.”

Like gasoline.

I was only twenty-one, I wasn’t having any fun
and the words you said tore through my head like bullets from a gun.
And I should have just shown up and said,
“Get in this car, let’s run.”

Now these years have seen so many imitations turning green.
Each like the last, they go right past like credits on a screen,
with your memory blazing through me, burning everything.

Like gasoline.

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  • 1 year ago
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BLUR - FOOL’S DAY

Wake up straight
Called out by the sun
On the first day of April
Out of bed
Lord, it was a plane crash
But I’m sure that I was dreaming
TV on,
Of course caffeine and signs
Of submission again
Another day
On this little island
Just a bell hangs on

Porridge done
I take my kid to school
It was the pound shop, Woolworth’s
Under bridge
Where the subway sees the daytime
And the West Way flies by
Then on my bike
Down the Ladbroke Grove
To the forthcoming dramas
The studio
And a love of all sweet music
We just can’t let go
Let go… let go.. let go… let go.. llet go

So meditate
On what we’ve all become
On a cold day in springtime
Civil War
Is what we all were born into
Raise your left hand, right, sing
Don’t capitulate
To the forces of the market place
They’re long departed
Consolidate
The love we’ve had together
On a cold day in springtime

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  • 2 years ago
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BEIRUT - CHERBOURG

And a fall from you
is a long way down
I’ve found a better way out
And a fall from you
is a long way down
I know a better way out

Well it’s been a long time
since I’ve seen you smile
Gambled away my fright
Till the morning lights shine

Sunday morning
only fog on the limbs
I called it again
what do you know
And I filled our days
with cards and gin
You’re alight again, my dear

I will lead the way, oh, lead the way
When I know
And I’ll sleep away, oh, sweep away
What I don’t
Well sieze the way, oh, sieze the way
No, I won’t
I will lead the way, oh, lead the day
When I know

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  • 2 years ago
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THE CURE - “MAYBE SOMEDAY”

No I won’t do it again, I don’t want to pretend
If it can’t be like before I’ve got to let it end
I don’t want what I was, I had a change of head
But maybe someday…
Yeah maybe someday

I’ve got to let it go and leave it gone
Just walk away, stop it going on
Get too scared to jump if I wait too long
But maybe someday…

I’ll see you smile as you call my name
Start to feel, and it feels the same
And I know that maybe someday’s come
Maybe someday’s come…
Again!

So tell me someday’s come tell me some days come again…

No I won’t do it some more, doesn’t make any sense
If it can’t be like it was, I’ve got to let it rest
I don’t want what I did, I had a change of tense
But maybe someday…

I’ll see you smile as you call my name
Start to feel, and it feels the same
And I know that maybe someday’s come
Maybe someday’s come…

If I could do it again maybe just once more
Think I could make it work like I did it before
If I could try it out
If I could just be sure
That maybe someday is the last time
Yeah maybe someday is the end
Oh maybe someday is when it all stops
Or maybe someday always comes again…

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  • 2 years ago
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