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Monthly Archives: April 2008
Me llaman calle
pisando baldoza
la revoltosa y tan perdida
me llaman calle
calle de noche
calle de día
me llaman calle
voy tan cansada
voy tan vacia
como maquinita por la gran ciudad
me llaman calle
me subo a tu coche
me llaman calle
debo alegria
calle cansada, calle dolida
de tanto amar
voy calle abajo
voy calle arriba
no me rebajo
ni por la vida
me llaman calle
y ese es mi orgullo
yo se que un dia llegara
yo se que un dia
vendra mi suerte
un dia me vendrá a buscar
a la salida un hombre bueno
dando la vida y sin pagar
mi corazon no es de alquilar
me llaman calle (x2)
calle sufrida, calle tristeza
de tanto amar
me llaman calle
calle mas calle
me llaman calle la sin fututo
me llaman calle la sin salida
me llaman calle
calle más calle
la de mujeres de la vida
sube pa abajo
baja pa arriba
como maquinita
por la gran ciudad
me llaman calle (x2)
calle sufrida,
calle tristeza
de tanto amar
me llaman calle
calle más calle
me llaman siempre y
a cualquier hora
me llaman guapa
siempre a deshora
me llaman puta
tambien princesa
me llaman calle
es mi nobleza
me llaman calle
calle sufrida, calle perdida
de tanto amar
me llaman calle, me llaman calle
calle sufrida, calle tristeza de tanto amar
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Portishead and their website
Please could you stay awhile to share my grief,
For it’s such a lovely day,
To have to always feel this way,
And the time that I will suffer less,
Is when I never have to wake.
Wandering stars,
For whom it is reserved,
The blackness of darkness, forever,
Wandering stars,
For whom it is preserved,
The blackness of darkness, forever.
Those who have seen the needles eye, now tread,
Like a husk, from which all that was now has fled,
And the masks, that the monsters wear,
To feed, upon their prey.
Wandering stars,
For whom it is reserved,
The blackness of darkness, forever,
Wandering stars,
For whom it is preserved,
The blackness of darkness, forever.
Doubled up inside,
Take awhile to shed my grief,
Always doubled up inside,
Taunted, cruel.
Wandering stars,
For whom it is reserved,
The blackness the darkness, forever,
Wandering stars,
For whom it is preserved,
The blackness, the darkness, forever.
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She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene
I said don’t mind, but what do you mean I am the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round
She said I am the one, who will dance on the floor in the round
She told me her name was Billie Jean, as she caused a scene
Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round
People always told me be careful of what you do
And don’t go around breaking young girls’ hearts
And mother always told me be careful of who you love
And be careful of what you do ’cause the lie becomes the truth
Billie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
For forty days and for forty nights
The law was on her side
But who can stand when she’s in demand
Her schemes and plans
‘Cause we danced on the floor in the round
So take my strong advice, just remember to always think twice
(Do think twice)
She told my baby we’d danced till three, then she looked at me
Then showed a photo my baby cried his eyes were like mine (oh, no!)
‘Cause we danced on the floor in the round, baby
People always told me be careful of what you do
And don’t go around breaking young girls’ hearts
She came and stood right by me
Then the smell of sweet perfume
This happened much too soon
She called me to her room
Billie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
Billie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
Billie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
She says I am the one
She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene
I said don’t mind, but what do you mean I am the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round
She said I am the one, who will dance on the floor in the round
She told me her name was Billie Jean, as she caused a scene
Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round
People always told me be careful of what you do
And don’t go around breaking young girls’ hearts
And mother always told me be careful of who you love
And be careful of what you do ’cause the lie becomes the truth
Billie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
For forty days and for forty nights
The law was on her side
But who can stand when she’s in demand
Her schemes and plans
‘Cause we danced on the floor in the round
So take my strong advice, just remember to always think twice
(Do think twice)
She told my baby we’d danced till three, then she looked at me
Then showed a photo my baby cried his eyes were like mine (oh, no!)
‘Cause we danced on the floor in the round, baby
People always told me be careful of what you do
And don’t go around breaking young girls’ hearts
She came and stood right by me
Then the smell of sweet perfume
This happened much too soon
She called me to her room
Billie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
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Every finger in the room is pointing at me
I wanna spit in their faces
Then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach
I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now
I’ve been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I’ve been raising up my hands
Drive another nail in
Just what God needs
One more victim
Why do we
Crucify ourselves
Every day
I crucify myself
Nothing I do is good enough for you
I crucify myself
Every day I crucify myself
And my heart is sick of being in chains
I got a kick for a dog
Beggin’ for Love
I gotta have my suffering
So that I can have my cross
I know a cat named Easter
He says will you ever learn
You’re just an empty cage girl
If you kill the bird
I’ve been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I’ve been raising up my hands
Drive another nail in
Got enough guilt to start
my own religion
Why do we crucify ourselves every day I crucify myself nothing I do is good enough for you I crucify myself every day I crucify myself
And my heart is sick of being in chains
Please be save me I cry
Looking for a savior in these dirty streets looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I have been raising up my hands drive another nail in where’s the angel when you need him
Why do we crucify ourselves every day I crucify myself and nothing I do is good for you and every day I crucify myself and my heart is sick of being in chains
I’ll never go back again to crucify myself again
Never go back again to crucify myself every day
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Shiny shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girl child in the dark
Comes in bells, my servant don’t forsake him
Strike dear mistress and cure his heart
Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn, imperious
Severin, Severin awaits you there
I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colours made of tears
Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue her thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike dear mistress and cure his heart
Severin, Severin, speak so slightly
Severin, down on your bended knee
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now bleed for me
I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colours made of tears
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girl child in the dark
Severin, your servant comes in bells, please don’t forsake him
Strike dear mistress and cure his heart
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Questa canzone degli Afterhours è dedicata a quelli che, per usare una metafora, sono opportunisti.
L’autista che ti guida ha una sola mano,
ma vede ciò che credi invisibile.
Nel tuo piccolo mondo fra piccole iene
anche il sole sorge solo se conviene.
Fra piccole iene, solo se conviene,
mia piccola iena, solo se conviene.
L’amore rende soli!.. ma è ben più doloroso
se per nemici e amici non sei più pericoloso.
La testa è così piena che non pensi più..
Ti si aprono le gambe oppure le hai aperte tu? Aiutami a trovare qualcosa di pulito!
Uccidi ma non vuoi morire,
uccidi ma non vuoi morire.
Fra piccole iene, solo se conviene.
La mia piccola iena, solo se conviene.
Non puoi scordare dove son state le tue labbra; sai già come sarà, ma non sai più chi sei…
La testa è così piena non riesci più a pensare che anche senza te si possa ancora respirare!
Quello che hai appena fatto ti ha fatto stare meglio!
Ti uccide e poi non vuoi morire, uccidi ma non vuoi morire!
Fra piccole iene, solo se conviene.
Fra piccole iene, solo se conviene.
La mia piccola iena solo se conviene…
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Marguerite Duras, India Song, La donna del Gange, Oscar Mondadori, pag. 220
Il mare qui a S. Thala. Fresco, battente.
Il film ricomincia in quest’occidente di osso bianco, S. Thalassa. Gabbiani dell’Atlantico del Nord. Interminabile proiettarsi di gabbiani del mare. Affamati, vorticano sopra la schiuma, gridano.
Le Voci tornano, escono dal buco, sorde, come anestetizzate.
VOCE 1 Da qualche parte la vita continua?
VOCE 2 (pausa). Si.
Il mare, ma disteso. Il giorno, ma grigio.
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Pink Floyd - The official website
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