Friday, January 30, 2009

I’ve never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight
I’ve never seen you shine so bright
I’ve never seen so many men ask you if you wanted to dance
They’re looking for a little romance, given half a chance
I have never seen that dress you’re wearing
Or the highlights in your head that catch your eyes I have been blind
The lady in red is dancing with me cheek to cheek
There’s nobody here, it’s just you and me, It’s where I wanna be
But I hardly know this beauty by my side
I’ll never for get, the way you look tonight

I’ve never seen you looking so gorgeous as you did tonight
I’ve never seen you shine so bright you were amazing
I’ve never seen so many people want to be there by your side
And when you turned to me and smiled, It took my breath away
I have never had such a feeling
Such a feeling of complete and utter love, as I do tonight

The way you look tonight
I never will forget, the way you look tonight
The lady in red
The lady in red
The lady in red
My lady in red (I love you.)

Chris De Burgh -  Lady in red

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Monday, January 26, 2009

Once I lived the life of a millionaire,
Spent all my money, didn’t have any care.
Took all my friends out for a migthy good time,
We Bought bootleg liker, champagne and wine.

Then I began to fall so low,
Lost all my good friends, have nowhere to go.
If I get my hands on a dollar again,
I’ll hang on to it till that eagle grins.

‘Cause, nobody knows you
When you’re down and out.
In your pocket, not one penny,
And as friend, you don’t have any
.

When you get back up on your feet again,
Everybody wants to be your long lost friend.
I said it’s strange, without any doubt,
Nobody knows you when you’re down and out.

Oooo nobody knows you,
When you’re down and out
In your pocket, not one penny
And as friends, you don’t have any
When you get back up on your feet again,
Everybody wants to be your long lost friend.
I said it’s strange, without any doubt
Nobody knows you,(Nobody knows you)
Nobody knows you,(Nobody knows you)
Nobody knows you when you’re down and out

Eric Clapton - Nobody knows you when you’re down and out

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Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Never made it as a wise man
I couldn’t cut it as a poor man stealing
Tired of living like a blind man
I’m sick of sight without a sense of feeling
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am

It’s not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story

This time I’m mistaken
for handing you a heart worth breaking
and I’ve been wrong, i’ve been down,
been to the bottom of every bottle
these five words in my head
scream “are we having fun yet?”

yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no
yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no

it’s not like you didn’t know that
I said I love you and I swear I still do
And it must have been so bad
Cause living with me must have damn near killed you

And this is how, you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how, you remind me
Of what I really am

It’s not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I’m mistaken
for handing you a heart worth breaking
and I’ve been wrong, i’ve been down,
been to the bottom of every bottle
these five words in my head
scream “are we having fun yet?”

yet, yet, yet, no, no
yet, yet, yet, no, no
yet, yet, yet, no, no
yet, yet, yet, no, no

Never made it as a wise man
I couldn’t cut it as a poor man stealing
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what i really am
This is how you remind me
Of what i really am


Nickelback – How you remind me


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Monday, January 19, 2009


Underneath your dreamlit eyes
Shades of sleep have driven you away.
The moon is pale outside
And you are far from here.
Breathing shifts your careless head
Untroubled by the chaos of our lives.
Another day - another night
Has taken you again my dear.
And you know that I’m gonna be the one
Who’ll be there
When you need someone to depend upon
When tomorrow comes…
When tomorrow comes…

Wait till tomorrow comes - yea yea…
Wait till tomorrow comes - yea yea…

Last night while you were
Lying in my arms
And I was wondering where you were

You know you looked just like a baby
Fast asleep in this dangerous world.
Every star was shining brightly
Just like a million years before.
And we were feeling very small
Underneath the universe.
And you know that I’m gonna be the one
Who’ll be there when you need
Someone to depend upon
When tomorrow comes…
When tomorrow comes…

Eurythmics - When tomorrow comes


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Sunday, January 18, 2009

Uno se cree
que las mató
el tiempo y la ausencia.
Pero su tren
vendió boleto
de ida y vuelta.

Son aquellas pequeñas cosas,
que nos dejó un tiempo de rosas
en un rincón,
en un papel
o en un cajón.

Como un ladrón
te acechan detrás
de la puerta.
Te tienen tan
a su merced
como hojas muertas

que el viento arrastra allá o aquí,
que te sonríen tristes y
nos hacen que
lloremos cuando
nadie nos ve

Joan Manuel Serrat - Aquellas pequeñas cosas

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Saturday, January 17, 2009

Put on my blue suede shoes
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain
W.C. Handy — won’t you look down over me
Yeah I got a first class ticket
But I’m as blue as a boy can be

Then I’m walking in Memphis
Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel

Saw the ghost of Elvis
On Union Avenue
Followed him up to the gates of Graceland
Then I watched him walk right through
Now security they did not see him
They just hovered ’round his tomb
But there’s a pretty little thing
Waiting for the King
Down in the Jungle Room

They’ve got catfish on the table
They’ve got gospel in the air
And Reverend Green be glad to see you
When you haven’t got a prayer
But boy you’ve got a prayer in Memphis

Now Muriel plays piano
Every Friday at the Hollywood
And they brought me down to see her
And they asked me if I would –
Do a little number
And I sang with all my might
And she said –
“Tell me are you a Christian child?”
And I said “Ma’am I am tonight”

Put on my blue suede shoes
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain

Marc Cohn - Walking in Menphis

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Thursday, January 15, 2009

Cuando pierda todas las partidas
cuando duerma con la soledad
cuando se me cierren las salidas
y la noche no me deje en paz.

Cuando tenga miedo del silencio
cuando cueste mantenerse en pie
cuando se rebelen los recuerdos
y me pongan contra la pared.

Resistiré para seguir viviendo
me volveré de hierro
para endurecer la piel
y aunque los vientos de la vida soplen fuerte
soy como el junco que se dobla
pero siempre sigue en pie.

Resistiré para seguir viviendo
soportaré
los golpes y jamás me rendiré
y aunque los sueños se me rompan en pedazos
resistiré, resistiré.

Cuando el mundo pierda toda magia
cuando mi enemigo sea yo
cuando me apuñale la nostalgia
y no reconozca ni mi voz.

Cuando me amenace la locura
cuando en mi moneda salga cruz
cuando el diablo pase la factura
o si alguna vez me faltas tú.

Resistiré para seguir viviendo
me volveré de hierro
para endurecer la piel
y aunque los vientos de la vida soplen fuerte
soy como el junco que se dobla
pero siempre sigue en pie.

Resistiré para seguir viviendo
soportaré
los golpes y jamás me rendiré
y aunque los sueños se me rompan en pedazos
resistiré, resistiré.

El Dúo Dinámico - Resistiré


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Una noche de buen vino y de mejor compañía
anduvimos por la calle hasta aplastarnos el día
y nos bañamos vestidos como en un día de boda
en la villa de San Pedro vi el paraíso en su boca.

Y su madre en la cocina preparándole la cena
nadie cena como en casa si la que guisa es mamá
el mundo ajeno a lo nuestro iba a su velocidad
mientras que ella y yo anudados nos prometimos el mar.

Nos prometimos el mar lleno de vida y de sal
llenamos el corazón violencia y calma a la vez
él es el mismo traidor azul o verde da igual
Nos prometimos el mar.

Y me he pasado las horas apoyado en la farola
que daba luz a su puerta solo por verla pasar
aguantando las tormentas por regalarle una rosa
rosa que nunca le di ya no la volví a ver más.

Nos prometimos el mar lleno de vida y de sal
llenamos el corazón violencia y calma a la vez
él es el mismo traidor azul o verde da igual
Nos prometimos el mar.

Uno y una no son dos uno y una es lo que es
y un día yo tome mi senda y ella la suya también
y si el destino quisiera hacer con las dos un lazo
me agarraré a su cintura y haré un nudo con mis brazos
porque una noche sin luna nos prometimos el mar.

La vida son 4 días y yo por el tercero voy
Y ese día que me queda lo soñé para los dos
pero si por una de estas ella no vuelve a pasar
recordaré que en San Pedro nos prometimos el mar.

Revolver - San Pedro


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Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Everything I do surrounds these pieces of my life that often change
Or maybe I’ve changed
Sometimes seeming happy can be self destructive even when you’re sane
Or only insane
But don’t bother waking me today


Here I am
I’m so young
I know I’ve been bitter, I’ve been jaded, I’m alone

Every day I’ll bite my tongue
If you only knew my mind was full of razors
That cuts you like a word if only sung…
But this is my song
It is my song

Now I live every day like there will never be a last one till they’re gone
And they’re gone
I’m too proud to beg for your attention and your friendship and your time
So you can come and get it from now on

And it’s you
It is you

Here I am
I’m so young
I know I’ve been bitter, I’ve been jaded, I’m alone
Every day I’ll bite my tongue
If you only knew my mind was full of razors
I’m not sure I can take it
I’m nothing strong to hold
to
I’ll wait to only hate you
My mind is full of razors
That cuts you like a word if only sung
But this is my song

Brandi Carlile - My song

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Tuesday, January 13, 2009


Lately, I have had the strangest feeling
With no vivid reason here to find
Yet the thought of losing you’s been hanging
’round my mind

Far more frequently you’re wearing perfume
With you say no special place to go
But when I ask will you be coming back soon
You don’t know, never know

Well, I’m a man of many wishes
Hope my premonition misses
But what I really feel my eyes won’t let me hide
’cause they always start to cry
’cause this time could mean goodbye

Lately I’ve been staring in the mirror
Very slowly picking me apart
Trying to tell myself I have no reason

With your heart

Just the other night while you were sleeping
I vaguely heard you whisper someone’s name
But when I ask you of the thoughts your keeping
You just say nothing’s changed

Well, I’m a man of many wishes
I hope my premonition misses
But what I really feel my eyes won’t let me hide
’cause they always start to cry
’cause this time could mean goodbye, goodbye

Oh, I’m a man of many wishes
I hope my premonition misses
But what I really feel my eyes won’t let me hide
’cause they always start to cry
’cause this time could mean goodbye

Lately - Stevie Wonder

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