tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48952731308932012402012-02-16T05:55:29.863-08:00La Chungahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05803775335083306059noreply@blogger.comBlogger201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895273130893201240.post-75691142143136557402009-02-15T14:35:00.000-08:002009-02-15T14:36:28.956-08:00When you were here before<br />Couldnt look you in the eye<br />Youre just like an angel<br />Your skin makes me cry<br />You float like a feather<br />In a beautiful world<br />And I wish I was special<br />Youre so fuckin special<br /><br />But Im a creep, Im a weirdo.<br />What the hell am I doing here?<br />I dont belong here.<br /><br />I dont care if it hurts<br />I want to have control<br />I want a perfect body<br />I want a perfect soul<br />I want you to notice<br />When Im not around<br />Youre so fuckin special<br />I wish I was special<br /><br />But Im a creep, Im a weirdo.<br />What the hell am I doing here?<br />I dont belong here.<br /><br />Shes running out again,<br />Shes running out<br />Shes run run run running out...<br /><br />Whatever makes you happy<br />Whatever you want<br />Youre so fuckin special<br />I wish I was special...<br /><br />But Im a creep, Im a weirdo,<br />What the hell am I doing here?<br />I dont belong here.<br />I dont belong here.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Creep</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Radiohead</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4895273130893201240-7569114214313655740?l=beachunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Chungahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05803775335083306059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895273130893201240.post-51275305277030964572008-10-23T10:56:00.000-07:002008-10-23T11:18:34.463-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EWsZYzLNeg/SQC_JbAlELI/AAAAAAAAACg/bYPC_90QDH8/s1600-h/100_9085.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2EWsZYzLNeg/SQC_JbAlELI/AAAAAAAAACg/bYPC_90QDH8/s200/100_9085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260414533358653618" border="0" /></a><br /> October, October<br />The summer is over<br />I'm going through changes<br />I see you again<br /><br />It's so thought provoking<br />Emotion evoking<br />I can't turn around<br />I don't want to pretend<br /><br />You stand in my way<br />With nothing to say<br />You think you're the world<br />I'm so lost without you<br />I'm sorry my friend<br />This is not the end<br />I'll do it without you<br />I'll do it again<br /><br />October, October<br />The summer is over<br />I'm moving in circles<br />I'm trying to come in<br /><br />It's my evolution<br />The only solution<br />The torment it's all that<br />I'm holding within<br /><br />You stand in my way<br />With nothing to say<br />You think you're the world<br />I'm so lost without you<br />I'm sorry my friend<br />This is not the end<br />I'll do it without you<br />I'll do it again<br /><br />You stand in my way<br />You've nothing to say<br />You think you're the world<br />I'm so lost without you<br />I'm sorry my friend<br />This is not the end<br />I'll do it without you<br />I'll do it again<br /><br />Don't stand in my way<br />With nothing to say<br />And think you're the world<br />I'm so lost without you<br />I'm sorry my friend<br />This is not the end<br />I'll do it without you<br />I'll do it again <img src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/images/l/2147447868.jpg" height="1" width="1" /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Dolores O'Riordan<br /><br /></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4895273130893201240-5127530527703096457?l=beachunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Chungahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05803775335083306059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895273130893201240.post-10355096940334464842008-10-19T12:28:00.000-07:002008-10-19T12:35:33.915-07:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I was up for a good time<br />I tried to hold it down<br />‘till it messed me up<br />Put a still life on my frown<br />I tried to walk on water<br />I had to buy new shoes<br />There is something in the way<br />I’ve got to lose<br /><br />Well you can<br />Try to fly over mountains<br />And you can<br />Try to run over seas<br />But it’s easier said than done for someone<br />To try to get with<br />Sombody like me<br /><br />I’m good at burning the candle<br />Not know for cracking a smile<br />The rumour’s too hot to handle<br />Too good for running a mile<br />There is something in the way<br />I’ve got to lose<br /><br />Well you can<br />Try to fly over mountains<br />And you can<br />Try to run over seas<br />But it’s easier said than done for someone<br />To try to get with<br />Sombody like me<br />Where can I<br />Find personal saviour<br />I got to<br />Find the one who wants to get with me<br /><br />I put my pain in darkness<br />I hid my light from the shame<br />I felt the disgrace of losing<br />But still I took all the blame<br />There is something in the way<br />I’ve got to lose</span></div><div align="right"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">MO SOLID GOLD</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4895273130893201240-1035509694033446484?l=beachunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Chungahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05803775335083306059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895273130893201240.post-22860790383304461122008-08-18T15:13:00.000-07:002008-08-18T15:31:32.440-07:00Tan alta que está la luna, ay sí,<br />y el lucero la acompaña, ay no,<br />que triste se queda un hombre, ay sí,<br />cuando una mujer lo engaña, ay no.<br />Serás libre palomita como soy yo.<br /><br />Yo soy como el cuervo negro, ay sí,<br />que no pierde su bolido, ay no,<br />como querís que yo pierda, ay sí,<br />un corazón tan querido, ay no.<br />Serás libre palomita como soy yo.<br /><br />Vamos vida, yo ya me voy,<br />con mi cajita de cuero<br />te digo adiós.<br /><br />Solo me estoy en mi rancho, ay sí,<br />solito con mi dolor, ay no,<br />de noche me ve la luna, ay sí,<br />de día me ve el sol, ay no.<br />Serás libre palomita como soy yo.<br /><br /><div align="right">Quilapayún</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4895273130893201240-2286079038330446112?l=beachunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Chungahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05803775335083306059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895273130893201240.post-10967164433577980742008-08-07T15:16:00.000-07:002008-08-07T15:22:57.069-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EWsZYzLNeg/SJt1dd_cj5I/AAAAAAAAABw/YkRUHYvozlI/s1600-h/into-the-labyrinth.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231904541248360338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2EWsZYzLNeg/SJt1dd_cj5I/AAAAAAAAABw/YkRUHYvozlI/s200/into-the-labyrinth.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>You saw sagacious Solomon<br />You know what came of him,<br />To him complexities seemed plain.<br />He cursed the hour that gave birth to him<br />And saw that everything was vain.<br />How great and wise was Solomon.<br />The world however did not wait<br />But soon observed what followed on.<br />It's wisdom that had brought him to this state.<br />How fortunate the man with none.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>You saw courageous Caesar next</div><div>You know what he became.</div><div>They deified him in his life</div><div>Then had him murdered just the same.</div><div>And as they raised the fatal knife</div><div>How loud he cried: you too my son!</div><div>The world however did not wait</div><div>But soon observed what followed on.</div><div>It's courage that had brought him to that state.</div><div>How fortunate the man with none.</div><br /><div></div><div>You heard of honest Socrates</div><div>The man who never lied:</div><div>They weren't so grateful as you'd think</div><div>Instead the rulers fixed to have him tried</div><div>And handed him the poisoned drink.</div><div>How honest was the people's noble son.</div><div>The world however did not wait</div><div>But soon observed what followed on.</div><div>It's honesty that brought him to that state.</div><div>How fortunate the man with none.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Here you can see respectable folk</div><div>Keeping to God's own laws.</div><div>So far he hasn't taken heed.</div><div>You who sit safe and warm indoors</div><div>Help to relieve out bitter need.</div><div>How virtuously we had begun.</div><div>The world however did not wait</div><div>But soon observed what followed on.</div><div>It's fear of god that brought us to that state.</div><div>How fortunate the man with none.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://agaudi.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/into-the-labyrinth.jpg"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4895273130893201240-1096716443357798074?l=beachunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Chungahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05803775335083306059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895273130893201240.post-79644305210938660032008-07-10T00:54:00.000-07:002008-07-10T00:56:14.791-07:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Pablo Neruda</span></em><br /><br />Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,<br />y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.<br />Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado<br />y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.<br /><br />Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma<br />emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía.<br />Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma,<br />y te pareces a la palabra melancolía.<br /><br />Me gustas cuando callas y estás como distante.<br />Y estás como quejándote, mariposa en arrullo.<br />Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:<br />déjame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.<br /><br />Déjame que te hable también con tu silencio<br />claro como una lámpara, simple como un anillo.<br />Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.<br />Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.<br /><br />Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente.<br />Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.<br />Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.<br />Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4895273130893201240-7964430521093866003?l=beachunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Chungahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05803775335083306059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895273130893201240.post-84983133593305243712008-06-09T15:20:00.000-07:002008-06-09T15:21:06.137-07:00<span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >Bury me softly in this womb<br />I give this part of me for you<br />Sand rains down and here I sit<br />Holding rare flowers<br />In a tomb...in bloom<br /><br />Down in a hole and I dont know if I can be saved<br />See my heart I decorate it like a grave<br />You dont understand who they<br />Thought I was supposed to be<br />Look at me now a man<br />Who wont let himself be<br /><br />Down in a hole, feelin so small<br />Down in a hole, losin my soul<br />Id like to fly,<br />But my wings have been so denied<br /><br />Down in a hole and theyve put all<br />The stones in their place<br />Ive eaten the sun so my tongue<br />Has been burned of the taste<br />I have been guilty<br />Of kicking myself in the teeth<br />I will speak no more<br />Of my feelings beneath<br /><br />Down in a hole, feelin so small<br />Down in a hole, losin my soul<br />Id like to fly but my<br />Wings have been so denied<br /><br />Bury me softly in this womb<br />Oh I want to be inside of you<br />I give this part of me for you<br />Oh I want to be inside of you<br />Sand rains down and here I sit<br />Holding rare flowers (oh I want to be inside of you)<br />In a tomb...in bloom<br />Oh I want to be inside...<br /><br />Down in a hole, feelin so small<br />Down in a hole, losin my soul<br />Down in a hole, feelin so small<br />Down in a hole, outta control<br />Id like to fly but my<br />Wings have been so denied<br /><br /></span> <div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >Alice in Chains</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4895273130893201240-8498313359330524371?l=beachunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Chungahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05803775335083306059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895273130893201240.post-42361372691705363982008-05-26T01:52:00.000-07:002008-05-26T01:53:29.276-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Busco un amor en el viento</span><br /> <span style="font-family: courier new;"> amor que llevo conmigo</span><br /> <span style="font-family: courier new;"> enredado en los recuerdos.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: courier new;"> Busco un amor olvidado</span><br /> <span style="font-family: courier new;"> y voy muriendo mi vida</span><br /> <span style="font-family: courier new;"> como el árbol del pantano.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: courier new;"> Y estoy solo.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: courier new;"> Con el alba en la mirada</span><br /> <span style="font-family: courier new;"> dijiste adiós y te fuiste</span><br /> <span style="font-family: courier new;"> y se nublaron mis ojos</span><br /> <span style="font-family: courier new;"> sin dejarme ver los tuyos.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: courier new;"> Busco un amor en la sombra</span><br /> <span style="font-family: courier new;"> amor que vivió esa noche</span><br /> <span style="font-family: courier new;"> la vida de las estrellas.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: courier new;"> Busco un amor olvidado</span><br /> <span style="font-family: courier new;"> y voy muriendo mi vida</span><br /> <span style="font-family: courier new;"> como el árbol del pantano.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="font-family: courier new;"> Y estoy solo.</span><br /> <br /> </span> <div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Víctor Jara</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4895273130893201240-4236137269170536398?l=beachunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Chungahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05803775335083306059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895273130893201240.post-40184320151635543832008-04-05T10:20:00.000-07:002008-04-05T10:22:50.404-07:00<span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;" ><span style=""><br /> Ayer me dijo un ave que volara<br />por donde no hay ardor<br />que lo sufrido no resucita en sueños<br />y en rezos nunca murió<br /><br />Que saque el aire de mis ojos<br />que abrace al miedo con tu sueños<br />que sea un guerrero de sangre<br />para que nadie te haga daño<br /><br />Ayer me dijo un ave que volara<br />hasta desintegrarme<br />que la distancia no es cansancio<br />es fuerza, eres tú<br /><br />Que saque el aire de mis ojos<br />que abrace al miedo con tus sueños<br />que sea un guerrero de sangre<br />para que nadie te haga daño<br /><br />Que saque el aire de mis ojos<br />que abrace al miedo con tus sueños<br />que sea un guerrero de sangre<br />para que nadie te haga daño<br /><br />para que nadie te haga daño<br /><br />para que nadie te haga daño<br /><br />para que nadie te haga daño.<br /><br /></span></span> <div style="text-align: right;"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;" ><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >Caifanes</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4895273130893201240-4018432015163554383?l=beachunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Chungahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05803775335083306059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895273130893201240.post-76210904526194230102008-04-01T14:22:00.000-07:002008-04-01T14:31:37.997-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">¿De dónde viene esta oscuridad? </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Este maldito frío, esta maldad </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Este polvo que me impide ver </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Son partículas de estupidez </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">El aire huele a plomo y a fuego </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Sus armas son la insinuación </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">La amenaza, y la manipulación </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Si me enfrento vendrán a por mí, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">En fin, de algo hay que morir </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">No soy inmune al odio y ni al miedo. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Hay una forma, una forma de escapar </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Me convierto en agua clara- soy un manantial </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">No le temo a nada </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Me derramo y llego </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Donde tenga que llegar </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Soy la nube y el océano </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">No me podéis parar </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">He aquí la ética del poder: </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Te joderé por si me ibas a joder </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Que absurdo ¿quien se iba a salvar? </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Sólo quien sea capaz de amar será inmune a todos los venenos </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Hay una forma, una forma de escapar </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Fluiré me filtraré </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Algún hueco encontraré </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Nunca me estancaré</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ZIA</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4895273130893201240-7621090452619423010?l=beachunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Chungahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05803775335083306059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895273130893201240.post-88672113197501935542008-03-20T07:01:00.000-07:002008-03-20T07:03:45.977-07:00<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Si por tenerte a mi lado me pides que mate mato.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: arial;">Mato como nadie ha matado.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: arial;">Para tenerte a mi lado.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: arial;">Si por tenerte a mi lado debo tirar por la borda mi pasado,</span><br /> <span style="font-family: arial;">entierro la que un día fue mi vida, para tenerte, tenerte a mi lado.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: arial;">No podrá haber jamás tanto dolor como en ese adiós.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: arial;">Si por tenerte a mi lado me pides lo que más quiero</span><br /> <span style="font-family: arial;">te juro que me quito la vida, mi vida, para tenerte a mi lado.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: arial;">Para que jamás no te vuelva a ver.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: arial;">Para que jamás no te vuelva a ver.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: arial;">Para que jamás no te vuelva a ver, vuelva a ver llorar.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: arial;">Para que después de ver tanto mal </span><br /> <span style="font-family: arial;">Para que después de tanto penar. </span><br /> <span style="font-family: arial;">Para que después de ver tanto mal vuelvas a soñar.</span><br /> <span style="font-family: arial;">No podrá haber jamás tanto dolor como en ese adiós. </span><br /> <span style="font-family: arial;">A mi lado. </span><br /> <span style="font-family: arial;">A mi lado. </span><br /> <span style="font-family: arial;">No podrá haber jamás tanto dolor como en ese adiós.</span><br /> <br /> </span> <div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Habeas Corpus</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4895273130893201240-8867211319750193554?l=beachunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Chungahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05803775335083306059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895273130893201240.post-71285424680891466462008-03-06T15:53:00.000-08:002008-03-06T16:00:00.563-08:00<pre style="font-family: arial;"><span style="line-height: 18px; font-size: 10pt; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">El fuego me consume la mente</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">mi cuerpo inquieto te busca</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">el fuego me consume la mente</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">mi cuerpo inquieto te busca</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">dando vueltas en una cama vacia y sucia</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">dando vueltas en una cama vacia y sucia</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Se que no vas a volver</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">se que no se que no vas a volver</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">se que no vas a volver a ella jamas</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"y que es lo que voy hacer"</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Se que no vas a volver</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">se que no se que no vas a volver</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">se que no vas a volver a ella jamas</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"don't wait.."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">El que toca el fuego se quema</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">el que busca el demonio lo conoce</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">el que toca el fuego se quema</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">el que busca el demonio lo conoce</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Se que no vas a volver</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">se que no se que no vas a volver</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">se que no vas a volver a ella jamas</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"y dice..."</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Se que no vas a volver</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">se que no se que no vas a volver</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">se que no vas a volver a ella jamas</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">No vas a volver a envolverte en sonidos</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">negros y humo dulce otra vez</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">no vas a envolverte en sonidos negros</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">y humo dulce otra vez</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Se que no vas volver a comprender</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">por mas que pasa el tiempo yo nunca te olvidare</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Yo te tuve alguna vez lo se</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">fuiste mi guia ahora doy vuelta sin sentido</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">ya no te tengo que mas puedo perder</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">ya no importa nada me importa</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">solo te recuerdo hasta que me muera</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Se que no vas a volver</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">se que no se que no vas a volver</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">se que no vas a volver a ella jamas</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">podre vivir sin ti...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">y que voy hacer sin ti...</span><br /></span></pre> <div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" >Todos Tus Muertos</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4895273130893201240-7128542468089146646?l=beachunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Chungahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05803775335083306059noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895273130893201240.post-68962322179405090122008-03-02T07:06:00.000-08:002008-03-02T07:15:32.020-08:00<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Can u hear them, the hellicoptors?</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Im in New York</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> No need for words now, we sit in silence</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> You look me in the eye directly</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> You met me, I think it's Wednesday, the evening</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> The mess we're in</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> and ohhh... </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> (The city sunset over me)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Ohhh... </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> (The city sunset over me)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Night and day, </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> I dream of making love to you now baby</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Love making on screen,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Impossible dream</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> And I have seen the sunrise over the river</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> The freeway reminds me of...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> This mess we're in</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> And ohhh... </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> (The city sunset over me)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Ohhh... </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> (The city sunset over me)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> What were you wanting? </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> (What was it you wanted?)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> I just want to say </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> (I just want to say dont ever change)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> dont ever change now baby </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> (and thankyou)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> and thank you </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> (I dont think we will meet again)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> I dont think we will meet again </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> and you must leave now before the sunrise above sky scrapers The sin and ...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> (and we must leave now before the sunrises over the sky scrapers and the city landscape comes into being, the sweat on my skin ohhhh...)</span></span> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2EWsZYzLNeg/R8rDxvugwQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/kdd2PZKKN3k/s1600-h/sunset.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2EWsZYzLNeg/R8rDxvugwQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/kdd2PZKKN3k/s200/sunset.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173162381380993282" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span></span> <div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Radiohead letra</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">PJ Harvey coros<br />Foto Chunga<br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4895273130893201240-6896232217940509012?l=beachunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Chungahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05803775335083306059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895273130893201240.post-45057081052074998472008-03-01T13:49:00.000-08:002008-03-01T14:29:51.397-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2EWsZYzLNeg/R8nYnPugwPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/xc8Q9l4SVXw/s1600-h/nomequieras.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2EWsZYzLNeg/R8nYnPugwPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/xc8Q9l4SVXw/s200/nomequieras.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172903815759839474" border="0" /></a><br /><h3> <p style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Cuando ya no me quieras<br />no me finjas cariño<br />no me tengas piedad,<br />compasión, ni temor. </span></p> <p style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Si me diste tu olvido<br />no te culpo ni riño<br />ni te doy el disgusto<br />de mirar a mi dolor. </span></p><p style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Partiré canturreando<br />mi poema más triste<br />cantaré a todo el mundo<br />lo que tu me quisiste.<br /></span></p> <p style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></p> <p style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Y cuando nadie escuche<br />mis canciones ya viejas<br />detendré mi camino<br />en un pueblo lejano<br />y allí moriré. </span></p><p style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Se que ya no me quieres<br />me lo han dicho tus ojos<br />partiré por las rutas<br />que no tienen final. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" >Vagaré siempre, siempre </span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" >partiré sin enojo </span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" >y mis labios sin besos </span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" >cantarán un Madrigal.<br /></span></span></p></h3> <div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" >Cuates de Castilla</span><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" >Paco Ibáñez a la guitarra</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" ></span></span></div> <h3> <p> </p> </h3><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4895273130893201240-4505708105207499847?l=beachunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Chungahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05803775335083306059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895273130893201240.post-20901105954638830632008-02-27T07:49:00.000-08:002008-02-27T07:53:29.376-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2EWsZYzLNeg/R8WHawy_7KI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jrQXz1WIgBo/s1600-h/sombra-de-gato.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2EWsZYzLNeg/R8WHawy_7KI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jrQXz1WIgBo/s320/sombra-de-gato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171688640950037666" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;" >Vacate is the word...vengeance has no place on me or her<br />Cannot find the comfort in this world<br />Artificial tear...vessel stabbed...next up, volunteers<br />Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere...<br /><br />A truant finds home...and I wish to hold on...<br />But there's a trapdoor in the sun...immortality...<br /><br />As privileged as a whore...victims in demand for public show<br />Swept out through the cracks beneath the door<br />Holier than thou, how?<br />Surrendered...executed anyhow<br />Scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor...<br /><br />A truant finds home...and I wish to hold on, too...<br />But saw the trapdoor in the sun...<br /><br />Immortality...<br />I cannot stop the thought...I'm running in the dark...<br />Coming up a which way sign...all good truants must decide...<br />Oh, stripped and sold, mom...auctioned forearm...<br />And whiskers in the sink...<br />Truants move on...cannot stay long<br />Some die just to live...<br /><br /></span> <div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Pearl Jam</span><br /></div> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;" > </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4895273130893201240-2090110595463883063?l=beachunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Chungahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05803775335083306059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895273130893201240.post-43617957089473622722008-02-25T15:11:00.000-08:002008-02-27T07:54:53.138-08:00<span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><b>Sour Times</b><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />To pretend no one can find<br />The fallacies of morning rose<br />Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes<br />Curtises that I despise in me<br />Take a ride, take a shot now<br /><br />Cos nobody loves me<br />Its true<br />Not like you do<br /><br />Covered by the blind belief<br />That fantasies of sinful screens<br />Bear the facts, assume the dye<br />End the vows no need to lie, enjoy<br />Take a ride, take a shot now<br /><br />Cos nobody loves me<br />Its true<br />Not like you do<br /><br />Who oo am I, what and why<br />Cos all I have left is my memories of yesterday<br />Ohh these sour times<br /><br />Cos nobody loves me<br />Its true<br />Not like you do<br /><br />After time the bitter taste<br />Of innocence decent or race<br />Scattered seeds, buried lives<br />Mysteries of our disguise revolve<br />Circumstance will decide ....<br /><br /><br />Cos nobody loves me<br />Its true<br />Not like you<br />Nobody loves.. me<br />Its true<br />Not, like, you.. do</span><br /><br /></span></span> <div style="text-align: right;"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Portishead</span></span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4895273130893201240-4361795708947362272?l=beachunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Chungahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05803775335083306059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895273130893201240.post-70266812394286345562008-02-24T12:23:00.000-08:002008-02-24T12:28:55.791-08:00I was up for a good time<br /> I tried to hold it down<br /> ‘till it messed me up<br /> Put a still life on my frown<br /> I tried to walk on water<br /> I had to buy new shoes<br /> There is something in the way<br /> I’ve got to lose<br /><br /> Well you can<br /> Try to fly over mountains<br /> And you can<br /> Try to run over seas<br /> But it’s easier said than done for someone<br /> To try to get with<br /> Sombody like me<br /><br /> I’m good at burning the candle<br /> Not know for cracking a smile<br /> The rumour’s too hot to handle<br /> Too good for running a mile<br /> There is something in the way<br /> I’ve got to lose<br /><br /> Well you can<br /> Try to fly over mountains<br /> And you can<br /> Try to run over seas<br /> But it’s easier said than done for someone<br /> To try to get with<br /> Sombody like me<br /> Where can I<br /> Find personal saviour<br /> I got to<br /> Find the one who wants to get with me<br /><br /> I put my pain in darkness<br /> I hid my light from the shame<br /> I felt the disgrace of losing<br /> But still I took all the blame<br /> There is something in the way<br /> I’ve got to lose<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Mo Solid Gold<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4895273130893201240-7026681239428634556?l=beachunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Chungahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05803775335083306059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895273130893201240.post-28114831328837305522008-02-19T14:03:00.000-08:002008-02-19T14:06:46.865-08:00I’m walking in the city tonight<br />I’m walking in the city at dark<br />Remembering, remember light<br />Thinking of nothing, and the shooting stars<br />And this world tonight is mine<br />A world to be remembered in<br />Think on a faded photograph<br />My hair longer than it’s ever been<br />And then,the sky lit up<br />The sky, my friend<br />And I’m lighter than I’ve ever been<br />I saw the trees crossing the moon<br />I saw the stars in the heaven above<br />Shine on my own beautiful prayer<br />Shining on my own beautiful love<br />The sky lit up<br />And I’m dancing with him<br />In this city and in this town<br />I don’t care what he’s thinking of<br />Just take the car, just take my hand<br />The sky lit up<br /><div align="right">PJ. Harvey</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4895273130893201240-2811483132883730552?l=beachunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Chungahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05803775335083306059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895273130893201240.post-5751373885803497072008-02-17T04:01:00.000-08:002008-02-17T04:25:35.258-08:00They call me The Wild Rose<br />But my name was Elisa Day<br />Why they call me it I do not know<br />For my name was Elisa Day<br />From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one<br />She stared in my eyes and smiled<br />For her lips were the colour of the roses<br />That grew down the river, all bloody and wild<br />When he knocked on my door and entered the room<br />My trembling subsided in his sure embrace<br />He would be my first man, and with a careful hand<br />He wiped at the tears that ran down my face<br /><br />On the second day I brought her a flower<br />She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen<br />I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow<br />So sweet and scarlet and free?"<br />On the second day he came with a single red rose<br />Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow"<br />I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed<br />He said, "If I show you the roses, will you follow?"<br /><br />On the third day he took me to the river<br />He showed me the roses and we kissed<br />And the last thing I heard was a muttered word<br />As he knelt (stood smiling) above me with a rock in his fist<br />On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow<br />And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief<br />And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"<br />And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4895273130893201240-575137388580349707?l=beachunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Chungahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05803775335083306059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4895273130893201240.post-64150492279632518042008-02-16T13:24:00.000-08:002008-02-16T13:29:18.205-08:00So,So you think you can tell<br /> Heaven from Hell,<br /> Blue skies from pain<br /> Can you tell a green field<br /> From a cold steel rail?<br /> A smile from a veil?<br /> Do you think you can tell?<br /><br /> Did they get you to trade<br />Your heroes for ghosts?<br />Hot ashes for trees?<br />Hot air for a cool breeze?<br />Cold confort for change?<br />Did you exchange<br />A walk on part in the war<br />For a lead role in a cage?<br /><br />How I wish, how I wish you were here<br />We're just two lost souls<br />Swimming in a fish bowl,<br />Year after year,<br />Running over the same old ground.<br />What have we found?<br />The same old fears<br />Wish you were here<br /><br /><br /><br />Wish You Were Here<br />Pink Floyd<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4895273130893201240-6415049227963251804?l=beachunga.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>La Chungahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05803775335083306059noreply@blogger.com0