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Uprising
The paranoia is in bloom, the PR,
the transmissions will resume.
They'll try to push drugs,
keep us all dumbed down and hope that
we will never see the truth around.
Another promise, another scene, another.
A package not to keep us trapped in greed
with all the green belts wrapped around our minds
and endless red tape to keep the truth confined.
They will not force us.
They will stop degrading us.
They will not control us.
We will be victorious.
Interchanging mind control.
Come let the revolution take it's toll.
If you could flick the switch and open your third eye,
you'd see that we should never be afraid to die.
Rise up and take the power back,
it's time that the fat cats had a heart attack.
You know that their time is coming to an end.
We have to unify and watch our flag ascend.
They will not force us.
They will stop degrading us.
They will not control us.
We will be victorious.
They will not force us.
They will stop degrading us.
They will not control us.
We will be victorious.
dijous, 28 d’octubre del 2010
You set my soul alight
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I never heard it at all, till there was you
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Unforgettable
Unforgettable, that's what you are.
Unforgettable though near or far.
Like a song of love that clings to me.
How the thought of you does things to me
never before has someone been more?
Unforgettable in every way.
And forever more, that's how you'll stay.
That's why, darling, it's incredible,
that someone so unforgettable,
thinks that I am unforgettable too.
Unforgettable in every way.
And forever more, that's how you'll stay.
That's why, darling, it's incredible,
that someone so unforgettable,
thinks that I am unforgettable too.
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Unforgettable
Unforgettable, that's what you are.
Unforgettable though near or far.
Like a song of love that clings to me.
How the thought of you does things to me
never before has someone been more?
Unforgettable in every way.
And forever more, that's how you'll stay.
That's why, darling, it's incredible,
that someone so unforgettable,
thinks that I am unforgettable too.
Unforgettable in every way.
And forever more, that's how you'll stay.
That's why, darling, it's incredible,
that someone so unforgettable,
thinks that I am unforgettable too.
dimecres, 27 d’octubre del 2010
Bathing yourself in light
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The Far End of the Black
It's in those days when nothing seems right,
when the world feels as if it's stumbling from a fight,
I pray for you to wash the harm from my back.
My greatest fear in the world will be, it will be,
that I won't be there to stop the world if it comes to take you,
that I won't be there to stop the world.
On the far end of the black there was light.
On the far end of the black there was light, and it was you.
I wait in the black as you bathe yourself in light
and pray for you to wash the harm from my back.
My greatest fear in the world it will be, it will be,
that I won't be there to stop the world if it comes to take you,
that I won't be there to stop the world.
On the far end of the black there was light.
On the far end of the black there was light, and it was you.
But you don't seem to care,
your smile is your dare to those around you - beware.
On the far end of the black there was light.
On the far end of the black there was light, and it was you.
And it was you.
But you don't seem to care,
your smile is your dare to those around you - beware.
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The Far End of the Black
It's in those days when nothing seems right,
when the world feels as if it's stumbling from a fight,
I pray for you to wash the harm from my back.
My greatest fear in the world will be, it will be,
that I won't be there to stop the world if it comes to take you,
that I won't be there to stop the world.
On the far end of the black there was light.
On the far end of the black there was light, and it was you.
I wait in the black as you bathe yourself in light
and pray for you to wash the harm from my back.
My greatest fear in the world it will be, it will be,
that I won't be there to stop the world if it comes to take you,
that I won't be there to stop the world.
On the far end of the black there was light.
On the far end of the black there was light, and it was you.
But you don't seem to care,
your smile is your dare to those around you - beware.
On the far end of the black there was light.
On the far end of the black there was light, and it was you.
And it was you.
But you don't seem to care,
your smile is your dare to those around you - beware.
dilluns, 25 d’octubre del 2010
A perfect chaos is a perfect fit
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Get on the Road
The fire, the wine, the bed and you.
In this crimson light I find the truth
and truth is like a punch or two.
It hits you hard it knocks you through.
So I, get on the road and ride to you.
I, get on the road and ride to you.
Kiss like a fight that neither wins.
One tender payment for our sins.
You are the drug that I can't quit.
Your perfect chaos is a perfect fit.
So I, get on the road and ride to you.
I, get on the road and ride to you.
From broken farm to broken farm.
The engine noise like an alarm.
It breathes a thunder in my soul.
It starts this race through the dustbowl.
So I, get on the road and ride to you.
I, get on the road and ride to you.
The wheel, it settles in my hands.
This is the measure of this man.
I point the car at north, at you.
My route has scarred this country through.
So I, get on the road and ride to you.
I, get on the road and ride to you.
I, get on the road and ride to you.
I, get on the road and ride to you.
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Get on the Road
The fire, the wine, the bed and you.
In this crimson light I find the truth
and truth is like a punch or two.
It hits you hard it knocks you through.
So I, get on the road and ride to you.
I, get on the road and ride to you.
Kiss like a fight that neither wins.
One tender payment for our sins.
You are the drug that I can't quit.
Your perfect chaos is a perfect fit.
So I, get on the road and ride to you.
I, get on the road and ride to you.
From broken farm to broken farm.
The engine noise like an alarm.
It breathes a thunder in my soul.
It starts this race through the dustbowl.
So I, get on the road and ride to you.
I, get on the road and ride to you.
The wheel, it settles in my hands.
This is the measure of this man.
I point the car at north, at you.
My route has scarred this country through.
So I, get on the road and ride to you.
I, get on the road and ride to you.
I, get on the road and ride to you.
I, get on the road and ride to you.
diumenge, 24 d’octubre del 2010
Portugal
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Acantilados que se elevan desafiantes sobre el mar embravecido. Playas de arena fina y dorada bañadas por la inmensidad del Atlántico. Ríos cuyas tranquilas aguas recorren todo tu territorio.
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Barcos que parten al despuntar el día y regresan tardíos bajo los últimos rayos de sol. Calles perdidas que guardan el recuerdo de un tiempo que pasa. Gente que camina. Y el aire que arrastra a su paso, la lejana melodía de un fado.
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Barcos que parten al despuntar el día y regresan tardíos bajo los últimos rayos de sol. Calles perdidas que guardan el recuerdo de un tiempo que pasa. Gente que camina. Y el aire que arrastra a su paso, la lejana melodía de un fado.
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Lisboa, ciudad de infinita riqueza en contrastes. Juego de luces y sombras que atrapa a la mirada. Plazas con palomas y puestos de claveles rojos. Viejos tranvías que transitan por tus melancólicas y hermosas calles. Noches insomnes teñidas de plateados reflejos lunares. Y así tú, Ciudad Blanca, te eriges como punto de luz en la geografía del mundo.
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Oporto, ciudad de calles en cuesta que suben al cielo. Tierra de vinos y majestuosos puentes. Lugar de encuentro de las distintas épocas que te definen. Techos cubiertos por el manto de purpúreas tejas y fachadas engalanadas con azulejos oriundos del cielo. Ropa tendida al sol de la tarde. Y ahora, tras contemplar tus atardeceres, sé que nunca vi al sol ocultarse tras el horizonte de forma más bella que en Foz.
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Existen lugares únicos y ciudades que hechizan. Existen rincones inolvidables en ese maravilloso desconocido.
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Grândola, Vila Morena
Grândola, Vila Morena, terra da fraternidade.
O povo é quem mais ordena,
dentro de ti, ó cidade,
dentro de ti, ó cidade,
o povo é quem mais ordena.
Terra da fraternidade,
Grândola, Vila Morena.
Em cada esquina um amigo,
Emm cada rosto igualdade.
Grândola, Vila Morena, terra da fraternidade.
Terra da fraternidade, Grândola, Vila Morena.
Em cada rosto igualdade.
O povo é quem mais ordena.
À sombra duma azinheira que já não sabia a idade
jurei ter por companheira, Grândola a tua vontade.
Grândola a tua vontade, jurei ter por companheira,
à sombra duma azinheira que já não sabia a idade.
O povo é quem mais ordena,
dentro de ti, ó cidade,
dentro de ti, ó cidade,
o povo é quem mais ordena.
Terra da fraternidade,
Grândola, Vila Morena.
Em cada esquina um amigo,
Emm cada rosto igualdade.
Grândola, Vila Morena, terra da fraternidade.
Terra da fraternidade, Grândola, Vila Morena.
Em cada rosto igualdade.
O povo é quem mais ordena.
À sombra duma azinheira que já não sabia a idade
jurei ter por companheira, Grândola a tua vontade.
Grândola a tua vontade, jurei ter por companheira,
à sombra duma azinheira que já não sabia a idade.
dissabte, 23 d’octubre del 2010
dimarts, 19 d’octubre del 2010
From here to the sky
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Camins
Camins que ara s'esvaeixen.
Camins que hem de fer sols.
Camins vora les estrelles.
Camins que ara no hi són.
Van deixar-ho tot, el cor encès pel món
per les parets de la mort sobre la pell.
Eren dos ocells de foc sembrant tempestes.
Ara són dos fills del sol en aquest desert.
Mai no és massa tard per tornar a començar,
per sortir a buscar el teu tresor.
Camins, somnis i promeses.
Camins que ja són nous.
No és senzill saber cap a on has de marxar.
Pren la direcció del teu cor.
Mai no és massa tard per tornar a començar,
per sortir a buscar el teu tresor.
Camins que ara s'esvaeixen.
Camins que has de fer sol.
Camins vora les estrelles.
Camins que ja són nous. ----
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Camins
Camins que ara s'esvaeixen.
Camins que hem de fer sols.
Camins vora les estrelles.
Camins que ara no hi són.
Van deixar-ho tot, el cor encès pel món
per les parets de la mort sobre la pell.
Eren dos ocells de foc sembrant tempestes.
Ara són dos fills del sol en aquest desert.
Mai no és massa tard per tornar a començar,
per sortir a buscar el teu tresor.
Camins, somnis i promeses.
Camins que ja són nous.
No és senzill saber cap a on has de marxar.
Pren la direcció del teu cor.
Mai no és massa tard per tornar a començar,
per sortir a buscar el teu tresor.
Camins que ara s'esvaeixen.
Camins que has de fer sol.
Camins vora les estrelles.
Camins que ja són nous. ----
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AQUÍ EMPIEZA LA PRIMERA ETAPA,
DE LAS GRANDES ESPERANZAS DE L.
dilluns, 18 d’octubre del 2010
Open your beautiful eyes
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The Promise
If you wait for me then, I'll come for you.
Although I've traveled far, I always hold a place for you in my heart.
If you think of me, if you miss me once in a while,
then, I'll return to you.
I'll return and fill that space in your heart.
Remembering your touch, your kiss, your warm embrace,
I'll find my way back to you, if you'll be waiting.
If you dream of me like I dream of you
in a place that's warm and dark,
in a place where I can feel the beating of your heart.
Remembering your touch, your kiss, your warm embrace,
I'll find my way back to you, if you'll be waiting.
I've longed for you and I have desired
to see your face, your smile,
to be with you wherever you are.
Remembering your touch, your kiss, your warm embrace,
I'll find my way back to you.
Please say you'll be waiting.
Together again, it would feel so good to be in your arms,
where all my journeys end.
If you can make a promise, if it's one that you can keep,
I vow to come for you, if you wait for me.
And say you'll hold a place for me in your heart.
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The Promise
If you wait for me then, I'll come for you.
Although I've traveled far, I always hold a place for you in my heart.
If you think of me, if you miss me once in a while,
then, I'll return to you.
I'll return and fill that space in your heart.
Remembering your touch, your kiss, your warm embrace,
I'll find my way back to you, if you'll be waiting.
If you dream of me like I dream of you
in a place that's warm and dark,
in a place where I can feel the beating of your heart.
Remembering your touch, your kiss, your warm embrace,
I'll find my way back to you, if you'll be waiting.
I've longed for you and I have desired
to see your face, your smile,
to be with you wherever you are.
Remembering your touch, your kiss, your warm embrace,
I'll find my way back to you.
Please say you'll be waiting.
Together again, it would feel so good to be in your arms,
where all my journeys end.
If you can make a promise, if it's one that you can keep,
I vow to come for you, if you wait for me.
And say you'll hold a place for me in your heart.
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BUENOS DÍAS.
BUENOS DÍAS.
dissabte, 16 d’octubre del 2010
A moment, a dream, a laugh
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Sweet Disposition
Sweet disposition, never too soon.
Reckless abandon, like no one's watching you.
A moment, a love.
A dream, a laugh.
A kiss, a cry.
Our rights, our wrongs.
A moment, a love.
A dream, a laugh.
A moment, a love.
A dream, a laugh.
Just stay there, cause I'll be comin' over.
While our bloods still young,
it's so young, it runs.
Won't stop til it's over.
Won't stop to surrender.
Songs of desperation, I played them for you.
A moment, a love.
A dream, a laugh.
A kiss, a cry.
Our rights, our wrongs.
A moment, a love.
A dream, a laugh.
A moment, a love.
A dream, a laugh.
Just stay there, cause I'll be comin' over.
While our bloods still young,
it's so young, it runs.
Won't stop til it's over.
Won't stop to surrender.
A moment, a love.
A dream, a laugh.
A kiss, a cry.
Our rights, our wrongs.
Won't stop til it's over.
A moment, a love.
A dream, a laugh.
A kiss, a cry.
Our rights, our wrongs.
Won't stop til it's over.
A moment, a love.
A dream, a laugh.
A kiss, a cry.
Our rights, our wrongs.
Won't stop til it's over.
A moment, a love.
A dream, a laugh.
A moment, a love.
A moment, a love.
Won't stop to surrender.
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Sweet Disposition
Sweet disposition, never too soon.
Reckless abandon, like no one's watching you.
A moment, a love.
A dream, a laugh.
A kiss, a cry.
Our rights, our wrongs.
A moment, a love.
A dream, a laugh.
A moment, a love.
A dream, a laugh.
Just stay there, cause I'll be comin' over.
While our bloods still young,
it's so young, it runs.
Won't stop til it's over.
Won't stop to surrender.
Songs of desperation, I played them for you.
A moment, a love.
A dream, a laugh.
A kiss, a cry.
Our rights, our wrongs.
A moment, a love.
A dream, a laugh.
A moment, a love.
A dream, a laugh.
Just stay there, cause I'll be comin' over.
While our bloods still young,
it's so young, it runs.
Won't stop til it's over.
Won't stop to surrender.
A moment, a love.
A dream, a laugh.
A kiss, a cry.
Our rights, our wrongs.
Won't stop til it's over.
A moment, a love.
A dream, a laugh.
A kiss, a cry.
Our rights, our wrongs.
Won't stop til it's over.
A moment, a love.
A dream, a laugh.
A kiss, a cry.
Our rights, our wrongs.
Won't stop til it's over.
A moment, a love.
A dream, a laugh.
A moment, a love.
A moment, a love.
Won't stop to surrender.
divendres, 15 d’octubre del 2010
More than you know!
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I Love Your Smile
Darling, I hate to see you so angry with the world.
If people want a piece of you,
then they're missing something for themselves.
Maybe it's selfish of me to look at you and say:
"Come back to me girl I love and I'll stay".
Cause I love your smile.
Yes, I love your smile.
How I love your smile!
More than you know.
Sometimes I might seem cold holding nack my sympathies
for people stories people tell can so easily be believed.
The truth gets so distorted when everyone knows best
and sadness tends to find his friends on the road to righteousness.
Darling, let's never be a part of that.
Cause I love your smile.
Yes, I love your smile.
How I love your smile!
More than you know.
I don't know why a laugh is hard to find.
Could it be all of your fears that we hide behind?
Like bricks in the wall I wanna see them fall down!
Cause I love your smile.
Yes, I love your smile.
How I love your smile!
More than you know.
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I Love Your Smile
Darling, I hate to see you so angry with the world.
If people want a piece of you,
then they're missing something for themselves.
Maybe it's selfish of me to look at you and say:
"Come back to me girl I love and I'll stay".
Cause I love your smile.
Yes, I love your smile.
How I love your smile!
More than you know.
Sometimes I might seem cold holding nack my sympathies
for people stories people tell can so easily be believed.
The truth gets so distorted when everyone knows best
and sadness tends to find his friends on the road to righteousness.
Darling, let's never be a part of that.
Cause I love your smile.
Yes, I love your smile.
How I love your smile!
More than you know.
I don't know why a laugh is hard to find.
Could it be all of your fears that we hide behind?
Like bricks in the wall I wanna see them fall down!
Cause I love your smile.
Yes, I love your smile.
How I love your smile!
More than you know.
dilluns, 11 d’octubre del 2010
Ocurre a plena luz del día bajo un sol que todo lo inunda con claridad de oro puro
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RECOMIENDO: El Loco del Pelo Rojo (1956).
divendres, 8 d’octubre del 2010
Let me see you make him smile
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Lay, Lady, Lay
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed.
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed.
Whatever colors you have in your mind,
I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine.
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed.
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile.
Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile.
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
and you're the best thing that he's ever seen.
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile.
Why wait any longer for the world to begin?
You can have your cake and eat it too.
Why wait any longer for the one you love,
when he's standing in front of you?
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed.
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead.
I long to see you in the morning light.
I long to reach for you in the night.
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead.
When I woke the world was new
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Every Little Thing She Does is Magic
Though I've tried before to tell her
of the feelings I have for her in my heart.
Every time that I come near her,
I just lose my nerve as I've done from the start.
Every little thing she does is magic.
Everything she do just turns me on.
Even though my life before was tragic,
now I know my love for her goes on.
Do I have to tell the story
of a thousand rainy days since we first met?
It's a big enough umbrella,
but it's always me that ends up getting wet.
Every little thing she does is magic.
Everything she do just turns me on.
Even though my life before was tragic,
now I know my love for her goes on.
I resolve to call her up a thousand times a day
and ask her if she'll marry me in some old fashioned way,
but my silent fears have gripped me,
long before I reach the phone,
long before my tongue has tripped me.
Must I always be alone?
Every little thing she does is magic.
Everything she do just turns me on.
Even though my life before was tragic,
now I know my love for her goes on.
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Every Little Thing She Does is Magic
Though I've tried before to tell her
of the feelings I have for her in my heart.
Every time that I come near her,
I just lose my nerve as I've done from the start.
Every little thing she does is magic.
Everything she do just turns me on.
Even though my life before was tragic,
now I know my love for her goes on.
Do I have to tell the story
of a thousand rainy days since we first met?
It's a big enough umbrella,
but it's always me that ends up getting wet.
Every little thing she does is magic.
Everything she do just turns me on.
Even though my life before was tragic,
now I know my love for her goes on.
I resolve to call her up a thousand times a day
and ask her if she'll marry me in some old fashioned way,
but my silent fears have gripped me,
long before I reach the phone,
long before my tongue has tripped me.
Must I always be alone?
Every little thing she does is magic.
Everything she do just turns me on.
Even though my life before was tragic,
now I know my love for her goes on.
You decorated my life
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In a little while I'll be there.
In a little while this hurt will hurt no more.
I'll be home, love.
When the night takes a deep breath
and the daylight has no air,
if I crawl, if I come crawling home,
will you be there?
In a little while I won't be blown by every breeze.
Friday night running to Sunday on my knees.
That girl, that girl she's mine and I've know her since,
since she was a little girl with Spanish eyes.
When I saw her in a pram they pushed her by.
My, how you've grown.
Well it's been, it's been a little while.
Slow down my beating heart.
Man dreams one day to fly.
A man takes a rocketship into the skies.
He lives on a star that's dying in the night
and follows in the trail the scatter of light .
Turn it on, turn it on.
You turn me on.
Slow down my beating heart, slowly, slowly love.
Slow down my beating heart, slowly, slowly love.
Slow down my beating heart.
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In a Little While
In a little while, surely, you'll be mine.In a little while I'll be there.
In a little while this hurt will hurt no more.
I'll be home, love.
When the night takes a deep breath
and the daylight has no air,
if I crawl, if I come crawling home,
will you be there?
In a little while I won't be blown by every breeze.
Friday night running to Sunday on my knees.
That girl, that girl she's mine and I've know her since,
since she was a little girl with Spanish eyes.
When I saw her in a pram they pushed her by.
My, how you've grown.
Well it's been, it's been a little while.
Slow down my beating heart.
Man dreams one day to fly.
A man takes a rocketship into the skies.
He lives on a star that's dying in the night
and follows in the trail the scatter of light .
Turn it on, turn it on.
You turn me on.
Slow down my beating heart, slowly, slowly love.
Slow down my beating heart, slowly, slowly love.
Slow down my beating heart.
dijous, 7 d’octubre del 2010
Recordando tiempos pasados
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Changing the Guards
Sixteen years.
Sixteen banners united over the field,
where the good shepherd grieves.
Desperate men, desperate women divided
spreading their wings 'neath falling leaves.
Fortune calls.
I stepped forth from the shadows to the marketplace.
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down.
She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born
on midsummer's eve near the tower.
The cold-blooded moon.
The captain waits above the celebration
sending his thoughts to a beloved maid,
whose ebony face is beyond communication.
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.
They shaved her head.
She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo.
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale.
I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow,
follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.
I stumbled to my feet,
I rode past destruction in the ditches
with the stitches still mending beneath a heart-shaped tattoo.
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you.
The palace of mirrors,
where dog soldiers are reflected
the endless road and the wailing of chimes.
The empty rooms where her memory is protected,
where the angel's voices whisper to the souls of previous times.
She wakes him up.
Forty-eight hours later the sun is breaking.
Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks
she's begging to know what measures he now will be taking.
He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks.
Gentlemen, he said, I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes,
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards,
but Eden is burning either brace yourself for elimination
or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.
Peace will come
with tranquillity and splendor on the wheels of fire,
but will bring us no reward when her false idols fall
and cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
between the King and the Queen of Swords.
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Changing the Guards
Sixteen years.
Sixteen banners united over the field,
where the good shepherd grieves.
Desperate men, desperate women divided
spreading their wings 'neath falling leaves.
Fortune calls.
I stepped forth from the shadows to the marketplace.
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down.
She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born
on midsummer's eve near the tower.
The cold-blooded moon.
The captain waits above the celebration
sending his thoughts to a beloved maid,
whose ebony face is beyond communication.
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.
They shaved her head.
She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo.
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale.
I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow,
follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.
I stumbled to my feet,
I rode past destruction in the ditches
with the stitches still mending beneath a heart-shaped tattoo.
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you.
The palace of mirrors,
where dog soldiers are reflected
the endless road and the wailing of chimes.
The empty rooms where her memory is protected,
where the angel's voices whisper to the souls of previous times.
She wakes him up.
Forty-eight hours later the sun is breaking.
Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks
she's begging to know what measures he now will be taking.
He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks.
Gentlemen, he said, I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes,
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards,
but Eden is burning either brace yourself for elimination
or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.
Peace will come
with tranquillity and splendor on the wheels of fire,
but will bring us no reward when her false idols fall
and cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
between the King and the Queen of Swords.
dimecres, 6 d’octubre del 2010
There's so much in this world to make me believe
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I'm a Believer
I thought love was only true in fairy tales.
Meant for someone else but not for me.
Love was out to get me
that's the was it seemed,
disappointment haunted all my dreams.
Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer.
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love, I'm a believer!
I couldn't leave her if I tried.
I thought love was more or less a given thing.
Seems the more I gave the less I got.
What's the use in tryin'?
All you get is pain.
When I needed sunshine I got rain.
Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer.
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love, I'm a believer!
I couldn't leave her if I tried.
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I'm a Believer
I thought love was only true in fairy tales.
Meant for someone else but not for me.
Love was out to get me
that's the was it seemed,
disappointment haunted all my dreams.
Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer.
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love, I'm a believer!
I couldn't leave her if I tried.
I thought love was more or less a given thing.
Seems the more I gave the less I got.
What's the use in tryin'?
All you get is pain.
When I needed sunshine I got rain.
Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer.
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love, I'm a believer!
I couldn't leave her if I tried.
dimarts, 5 d’octubre del 2010
I wasn't born to lose you
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I Want You
The guilty undertaker sighs,
the lonesome organ grinder cries,
the silver saxophones say I should refuse you,
the cracked bells and washed-out horns,
blow into my face with scorn,
but it’s not that way,
I wasn’t born to lose you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad.
Honey, I want you.
The drunken politician leaps
upon the street where mothers weep
and the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you
and I wait for them to interrupt me drinkin’ from my broken cup
and ask me to open up the gate for you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad.
Honey, I want you.
How all my fathers, they’ve gone down.
True love they’ve been without it,
but all their daughters put me down
'cause I don’t think about it.
Well, I return to the Queen of Spades
and talk with my chambermaid.
She knows that I’m not afraid to look at her.
She is good to me and there's nothing she doesn't see.
She knows where I'd like to be,
but it doesn’t matter.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad.
Honey, I want you.
Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit.
He spoke to me, I took his flute.
No, I wasn't very cute to him, was I?
But I did it, though, because he lied
because he took you for a ride
and because time was on his side
and because I...
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad.
Honey, I want you.
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I Want You
The guilty undertaker sighs,
the lonesome organ grinder cries,
the silver saxophones say I should refuse you,
the cracked bells and washed-out horns,
blow into my face with scorn,
but it’s not that way,
I wasn’t born to lose you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad.
Honey, I want you.
The drunken politician leaps
upon the street where mothers weep
and the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you
and I wait for them to interrupt me drinkin’ from my broken cup
and ask me to open up the gate for you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad.
Honey, I want you.
How all my fathers, they’ve gone down.
True love they’ve been without it,
but all their daughters put me down
'cause I don’t think about it.
Well, I return to the Queen of Spades
and talk with my chambermaid.
She knows that I’m not afraid to look at her.
She is good to me and there's nothing she doesn't see.
She knows where I'd like to be,
but it doesn’t matter.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad.
Honey, I want you.
Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit.
He spoke to me, I took his flute.
No, I wasn't very cute to him, was I?
But I did it, though, because he lied
because he took you for a ride
and because time was on his side
and because I...
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad.
Honey, I want you.
diumenge, 3 d’octubre del 2010
Turned on some music to start my day
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More Than a Feeling
I looked out this morning and the sun was gone.
Turned on some music to start my day.
I lost myself in a familiar song,
I closed my eyes and I slipped away.
It's more than a feeling,
when I hear that old song they used to play.
I begin dreaming 'til I see Marianne walk away.
I see my Marianne walkin' away.
So many people have come and gone,
their faces fade as the years go by.
Yet I still recall as I wander on,
as clear as the sun in the summer sky.
It's more than a feeling,
when I hear that old song they used to play.
I begin dreaming 'til I see Marianne walk away.
I see my Marianne walkin' away.
When I'm tired and thinking cold,
I hide in my music, forget the day
and dream of a girl I used to know.
I closed my eyes and she slipped away,
she slipped away.
It's more than a feeling,
when I hear that old song they used to play.
I begin dreaming 'til I see Marianne walk away.
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More Than a Feeling
I looked out this morning and the sun was gone.
Turned on some music to start my day.
I lost myself in a familiar song,
I closed my eyes and I slipped away.
It's more than a feeling,
when I hear that old song they used to play.
I begin dreaming 'til I see Marianne walk away.
I see my Marianne walkin' away.
So many people have come and gone,
their faces fade as the years go by.
Yet I still recall as I wander on,
as clear as the sun in the summer sky.
It's more than a feeling,
when I hear that old song they used to play.
I begin dreaming 'til I see Marianne walk away.
I see my Marianne walkin' away.
When I'm tired and thinking cold,
I hide in my music, forget the day
and dream of a girl I used to know.
I closed my eyes and she slipped away,
she slipped away.
It's more than a feeling,
when I hear that old song they used to play.
I begin dreaming 'til I see Marianne walk away.
dissabte, 2 d’octubre del 2010
Watch what you say
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The Logical Song
When I was young it seemed that life was so wonderful,
a miracle, it was beautiful, magical
and all the birds in the trees,
well they'd be singing so happily,
joyfully, playfully watching me.
But then they sent me away
to teach me how to be sensible,
logical, responsible, practical
and they showed me a world,
where I could be so dependable,
clinical, intellectual, cynical.
There are times when all the world's asleep
the questions run too deep for such a simple man.
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned.
I know it sounds absurd, but please tell me who I am.
Now watch what you say or they'll be calling you a radical,
a liberal, fanatical, criminal.
Won't you sign up your name?
We'd like to feel you're acceptable,
respectable, presentable, a vegetable!
At night when all the world's asleep
the questions run too deep for such a simple man.
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned.
I know it sounds absurd, but please tell me who I am, who I am ,who I am.
When I was young it seemed that life was so wonderful.
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The Logical Song
When I was young it seemed that life was so wonderful,
a miracle, it was beautiful, magical
and all the birds in the trees,
well they'd be singing so happily,
joyfully, playfully watching me.
But then they sent me away
to teach me how to be sensible,
logical, responsible, practical
and they showed me a world,
where I could be so dependable,
clinical, intellectual, cynical.
There are times when all the world's asleep
the questions run too deep for such a simple man.
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned.
I know it sounds absurd, but please tell me who I am.
Now watch what you say or they'll be calling you a radical,
a liberal, fanatical, criminal.
Won't you sign up your name?
We'd like to feel you're acceptable,
respectable, presentable, a vegetable!
At night when all the world's asleep
the questions run too deep for such a simple man.
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned.
I know it sounds absurd, but please tell me who I am, who I am ,who I am.
When I was young it seemed that life was so wonderful.
divendres, 1 d’octubre del 2010
Just a pure magic
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Sting & Edin Karamazov
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Fields of Gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley.
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky and we'll walk in fields of gold.
So she took her love for to gaze awhile upon the fields of barley.
In his arms she fell as her hair came down among the fields of gold.
Will you stay with me, will you be my love among the fields of barley?
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we lie in fields of gold.
See the west wind move like a lover so upon the fields of barley.
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth among the fields of gold.
I never made promises lightly and there have been some that I've broken,
but I swear in the days still left we'll walk in fields of gold.
Do you walk in fields of gold?
Many years have passed since those summer days among the fields of barley.
See the children run as the sun goes down among the fields of gold.
You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley.
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky when we walked in fields of gold,
when we walked in fields of gold,
when we walked in fields of gold.
You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley.
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky and we'll walk in fields of gold.
So she took her love for to gaze awhile upon the fields of barley.
In his arms she fell as her hair came down among the fields of gold.
Will you stay with me, will you be my love among the fields of barley?
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we lie in fields of gold.
See the west wind move like a lover so upon the fields of barley.
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth among the fields of gold.
I never made promises lightly and there have been some that I've broken,
but I swear in the days still left we'll walk in fields of gold.
Do you walk in fields of gold?
Many years have passed since those summer days among the fields of barley.
See the children run as the sun goes down among the fields of gold.
You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley.
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky when we walked in fields of gold,
when we walked in fields of gold,
when we walked in fields of gold.
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