Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Maybe this time, I’ll be lucky
Maybe this time, he’ll stay
Maybe this time
For the first time
Love won’t hurry away

He will hold me fast
I’ll be home at last
Not a loser anymore
Like the last time
And the time before

Everybody loves a winner
So nobody loved me;
‘Lady Peaceful,’ ‘Lady Happy,’
That’s what I long to be
All the odds are in my favor
Something’s bound to begin
It’s got to happen, happen sometime
Maybe this time I’ll win

Maybe this time

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Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Hold tight, count to three,
Gotta stay close by me
And hold tight, sing and shout
Just ride my round-about
And hold tight, shut your eyes, girl,
You suit me for size.
Forget the other guys.
You’ll never fall each time you call.
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight.

Hold tight make me feel
What you say is for real
And hold tight, Carousel, girl,
You’ll soon ring my bell
And hold tight, we will fly,
Swinging low, swinging high.
We’re gonna make the sky.
You’ll never fall each time you call.
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight.

Hold tight, count to three,
Gotta stay close by me
And hold tight, sing and shout
Just ride my round-about
And hold tight, shut your eyes, girl,
You suit me for size.
Forget the other guys.
You’ll never fall each time you call.
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight.

Dave Dee Dozy Beaky Mick & Tich – Hold Tight


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Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Ya está ahí la Luna.
Que perra la vida y esta soledad.
No quisiera perderme tu tren
y saber lo que es malgastarte.

Podría coger cualquier autobús
con tal de un beso más
pero tengo pesado el hogar
y ya no puedo hacerlo igual.
Puede que mañana me quiera ir.
Y puede también que mañana sea
la vida
y que mañana, no exista mañana.
No soy una niña.
No soy ese duende.
No soy luchadora.
No soy tu camino.
No soy buena amante,
ni soy buena esposa.
No soy una flor,
ni un trozo de pan.
Sólo soy esa cara de idiota
Idiota por tener que recordar la última vez
que te pedí tu amor.
Idiota por colgar tus besos con un marco rojo
por si ya no vuelvo a verlos más.
Idiota por perderme por si acaso te marchabas ya,
y tirar tu confianza desde mi cama hasta esa ventana.
No ves qué fácil ha sido para mí
perderlo todo en un momento.
Por mi miedo a perder,
por mi miedo a no controlar tu vuelo.

No soy una niña.
No soy ese duende.
No soy luchadora.
No soy tu camino.
No soy buena amante,
ni soy buena esposa.
No soy una flor,
ni un trozo de pan.
solo soy
esa cara de idiota
idiota esa cara de idiota
no ves que fácil ha sido para mí
perderlo todo en un momento.

Idiota - Nena Daconte


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Friday, March 13, 2009

Si en el firmamento poder yo tuviera,

esta noche negra lo mismo que un pozo

con un cuchillito de luna lunera,,

cortaría los hierros de tu calabozo.

Si yo fuera reina de la luz del día,

del viento y el mar

cordeles de esclava yo me ceñiría

por tu libertad.


Ay pena, penita, pena,… pena

pena de mi corazón

que me corre por las venas, … pena

con la fuerza de un ciclón.

Es lo mismo que un nublao

de tiniebla y pedernal.

Es un potro desbocao

que no sabe dónde va.

Es un desierto de arena, pena

es mi gloria en un penal,

ay penal, ay penal

Ay pena, penita, pena

Yo no quiero flores, dinero ni palmas

quiero que me dejen llorar tus pesares

y estar a tu vera, cariño del alma,

bebiéndome el llanto de tus soleares.

Me duelen los ojos de mirar sin verte,

reniego de mi.

Que tienen la culpa de tu mala suerte

mis rosas de abril.

Ay pena, penita, pena … pena,

pena de mi corazón, …

Pena, penita, pena - Lola Flores



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Wednesday, March 11, 2009

No tengo intención de aburrir
Y sé que hay que renovarse o morir.
No me gustaría reincidir
Y no quiero que me acusen de insistir.

Lo poquito siempre agrada
Y lo mucho sólo enfada
Y al final, menos siempre es más
Yo prefiero ser la mala
Que la tonta que se calla
Si al final, todo acaba igual.

Yo no estoy pidiendo perdón,
Ni siquiera es esto una confesión.
Yo sé que soy la excepción
Que hace que se cumpla la ecuación.

Lo poquito siempre agrada
Y lo mucho sólo enfada
y al final, menos siempre es más.
Y si lo eterno es la nada
Es mejor lo que se acaba,
Un Final impresiona más.

Sentir que todo se derrumba,
Después cavar mi propia tumba.
Pintar la oscuridad profunda de negro elemental.
Terminar, acabar.
Porque un final impresiona más
Desertar, repudiar.
Porque al final, menos siempre es más.

Lo poquito siempre agrada
y lo mucho sólo enfada.
Y al final, menos siempre es más
Yo prefiero ser la mala
que la tonta que se calla
Si al final, todo acaba igual.

Lo poquito agrada y lo mucho enfada - Fangoria


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Thursday, February 26, 2009

I step off the train
I’m walkin’ down your street again
And pass your door
But you don’t live there anymore
It’s years since you’ve been there
And now you’ve disappeared somewhere
Like outer space
You’ve found some better place

And I miss you
(Like the deserts miss the rain)
And I miss you
Oh
(Like the deserts miss the rain)

Could you be dead?
You always were two steps ahead
Of ev’ryone
We’d walk behind while you would run
I look up at your house
And I can almost hear you shout, down to me
Where I always used to be

And I miss you
(Like the deserts miss the rain)
And I miss you
(Like the deserts miss the rain)

Back on the train
I ask why did I come again
Can I confess?
I’ve been hangin’ ’round your old address
And the years have proved
To offer nothin’ since you moved
You’re long gone
But I can’t move on

And I miss you
Oh-oh (Like the deserts miss the rain)
And I miss you, yeah
(Like the deserts miss the rain) And I miss you

I step off the train
I’m walkin’ down your street again
Pass your door
I guess you don’t live there anymore
It’s years since you’ve been there
And now you’ve disappeared somewhere
Like outer space
You’ve found some better place

And I miss you
(Like the deserts miss the rain)
And I miss you, yeah
(Like the deserts miss the rain)
And I miss you, and I miss you
(Like the deserts miss the rain)
And I miss you, yeah
(Like the deserts miss the rain)

Deserts miss the rain
(Like the deserts miss the rain) Like the deserts miss the rain
(Like the deserts miss the rain)

Missing – Everything but the girl

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Tuesday, February 17, 2009

It’s three miles to the river
That would carry me away,
And two miles to the dusty street
That I saw you on today.

It’s four miles to my lonely room
Where I will hide my face,
And about half a mile to the downtown bar
That I ran from in disgrace.

Lord, how long have I got to keep on running,
Seven hours, seven days or seven years?

All I know is, since youve been gone
I feel like I’m drowning in a river,
Drowning in a river of tears.

Drowning in a river.
Feel like I’m drowning,
Drowning in a river.

In three more days, I’ll leave this town
And disappear without a trace.
A year from now, maybe settle down
Where no one knows my face.

I wish that I could hold you
One more time to ease the pain,
But my times run out and I got to go,
Got to run away again.

Still I catch myself thinking,
One day I’ll find my way back here.
You’ll save me from drowning,
Drowning in a river,
Drowning in a river of tears.
Drowning in a river.
Feels like I’m drowning,
Drowning in the river.
Lord, how long must this go on?

Drowning in a river,
Drowning in a river of tears.

Eric Clapton - River of tears


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Thursday, February 12, 2009

De este tema no pongo la letra, tiene más gracia escucharla … x’D




Eres muy fea - Tommy

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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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