si son fans del Tommy de THE WHO
no se pueden perder este HOMMY
sábado, 27 de febrero de 2010
martes, 23 de febrero de 2010
SEMILLA FUERA DEL AGUA
Déjame que te presente a mi madre iguana
porque tu fuego es grande
y existe un mar para todos
tu silencio se desvanece en mi paisaje
y su horizonte sólo yo lo conozco
Ahórrate el placer de acertarme con tu voz sirena
rózame el tejado despacio
antes que el viento te aviente a mí
Tu eres más real que tu espejo pero eres así de bella
lee mi firma antes de retirar el contrato
y cárgame con tu rama mayor,
nos saludarán las sillas al borde del precipicio
porque estaré contigo cuando seas semilla
y te recogeré cuando seas magia.
EL FIN DE LA DECADA CERO: 2001 ODISEA SIN ESPACIOS
El post adolescente empieza a encontrar lo que Dios le quitó
en las franjas de HBO apostando por docenas de docenarios
mientras más letras caían por debajo de sus naricez limpias
de Anthrax en forma de madurez sensible ante el inicio de la
muerte de sus ideales políticos, y sí tanto más lo mataban
más moría, porque entendía lo que era renacer en un
género tan despiadado que no se dejaba de ir...
Sonidos de aquel entonces:
caring is creepy - THE SHINS
imitation of life - REM
lucky number nine - MOLDY PEACHES
wicked little town - HEDWIG
viernes, 12 de febrero de 2010
SING WITH ME: "Up the Junction" de SQUEEZE
I never thought it would happen
With me and the girl from Clapham
Out on the windy common
That night I ain't forgotten
Where she dealt out the rations
With some or other passions
I said you are a lady
Perhaps she said I may be
We moved into a basement
With talks of our engagement
We stayed in by the telly
Although the room was smelly
We spent our time just kissin'
The Railway Arms we're missin'
But love had got us hooked up
And all our time it took up
I got a job with Stanley
He said I'd come in handy
And he started me on Monday
So I had a bath on Sunday
I worked eleven hours
And bought the girl some flowers
She said she'd seen a doctor
And nothing now could stop her
I worked all through the winter
The weather brass and bitter
I put away a tenner
Each week to make her better
And when the time was ready
We had to sell the telly
Late evenings by the fire
And little kicks inside her
This morning at four fifty
I took her rather nifty
Down to an incubator
Where thirty minutes later
She gave birth to a daughter
Within a year a walker
She looked just like her mother
If there could be another
And now she's two years older
Her mother's with a soldier
She left me with my drinkin'
Became a proper stingin'
The devil came and took me
From bar to street to bookie
No more nights by the telly
No more nights nappies smelling
Alone here in the kitchen
I feel there's somethin' missin'
I beg for some forgiveness
But beggin's not my business
And she won't write a letter
Although I always tell her
And so it's my assumption
I'm really up the junction
domingo, 7 de febrero de 2010
lunes, 1 de febrero de 2010
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