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NOVEMBER 24, 2012 @ 05:19 AM | 20 COMMENTS



Mira a lo que he traído
Para que no me olvidas
Lo que tiempo se nos va
Es lo que ha quedado
El lo que hemos vivido
Tus fotos, cartas, y un puñal
Las fotos y las cartas...
Recuerdos que me matan
Y el puñal nos alcanza
Para poder vernos sangrar
Te juro no nos dolerá
Más que ésta realidad
He venido a que queremos destruida
He venido a darnos muerte, Vida Mía
No te pongas de rodillas
No tenés porque llorar
No tenés porque llorar

El mundo no ha querido
Que sigamos unidos
Hoy mis heridas me duelen más
Este es nuestro destino
Tu ser es solo mío
conmigo siempre vas a estar
las fotos… las cartas…
recuerdos que me matan
y el puñal nos alcanza
para poder vernos sangrar
Te juro no nos dolerá
Más que esta realidad
He venido a que curemos nuestra herida
He venido a darnos muerte, Vida Mía
No te pongas de rodillas
No tenés porque llorar
No tenés porque llorar

No te pongas de rodillas
No tenés porque llorar
No tenés porque llorar
OCTOBER 17, 2012 @ 10:00 AM | 10 COMMENTS


No sé, de ser así seré sincero
Lo poco que sé es que hay que ver primero
Tal vez, tal vez
Soy uno más contando ceros
El viento del mar se llevó mi cuerpo

Tanta información
Tanta confusión
Allá afuera es el mar y no me cabe más
Y no me cabe más

Aquí adentro soy una isla
No te detienes por nada
Y sabías que te iba a pasar
Y sabías que…
Que yo no puedo darte más de lo que soy
Siempre hay algo más de lo que fuimos

Tal vez, por ser así no fui sincero
Las cosas que ves las destruye el tiempo

Tanta información
Tanta confusión
Allá afuera es el mar y no me cabe más
Aquí adentro soy una isla
Por favor espera
No te detienes por nada

Y sabías que podía pasar
No te detienes por nada
Y sabías que te iba a pasar
Y sabías que…
Que yo no puedo darte más de lo que soy
Siempre hay algo más de lo que fuimos

Aquí adentro soy una isla
Por favor espera
Y sabías que te iba a pasar
No te detienes por nada
Y sabías que podía pasar
Todo lo que vemos
Y todo lo que hacemos
No te detienes por nada
OCTOBER 17, 2012 @ 09:55 AM | NO COMMENTS


SEPTEMBER 11, 2012 @ 02:19 PM | 13 COMMENTS


She said she was going home
I said I'll be fine by myself
I thought that she wanted me
But she was thinking something else

Now the sun was coming up
Still I couldn't see exactly how she felt
I thought that she wanted me
But she was thinking something else

And now it don't take much to see inside my heart
I was never any good at telling lies
And now it don't take too much to see there ain't too much of me
Here behind these eyes

I miss you when you're gone
Please don't stay gone too long...
SEPTEMBER 2, 2012 @ 05:42 AM | 3 COMMENTS


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AUGUST 15, 2012 @ 01:00 PM | 2 COMMENTS


Well, she's sitting right there, 'neath a chain link fence.
She's down at the park with the rest of her friends.
And she looks so pretty but she's only sixteen...
Didn't know that when she smiled at me.
Now, the boys are hunched over their electric guitars.
I'm lying in the grass out beside my car.
I followed her down to the Dixie Freeze...
Now, hold on. Hold on.
Hold onto me...

Sweet girl...
Don't let go for the world.

'Cause I'm not from here,
And I'm afraid that I might never see you again...

Now, it's the end of the summer and I'm just twenty-one.
I've been in California for the last two months.
And there weren't no girls like her out there.
Her boyfriend don't like me
And I think that's fair...

'Cause I'm sitting right here on a chain link fence.
And when she smiles at me gonna take my chance.
Say, I know the show's over but I wish you wouldn't leave.
Hold on. Hold on.
Hold onto me...

Sweet girl...
Don't let go for the world.

'Cause I'm not from here,
And I'm afraid that I might never see you again...
JULY 25, 2012 @ 07:33 PM | 4 COMMENTS


Some nights, I stay up cashing in my bad luck
Some nights, I call it a draw
Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Most nights, I don't know anymore...

This is it, boys, this is war - what are we waiting for?
Why don't we break the rules already?
I was never one to believe the hype - save that for the black and white
I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked, but here they come again to jack my style

That's alright...
I found a martyr in my bed tonight.
Stops my bones from wondering just who--who I am....
Who am I

Well, some nights I wish that this all would end
'Cause I could use some friends for a change
And some nights I'm scared you'll forget me again
Some nights I always win--I always win

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Most nights, I don't know...

So this is it? I sold my soul for this?
Washed my hands of that for this?
I miss my mom and dad for this?

No. When I see stars...
When I see stars, that's all they are.
When I hear songs, they sound like a swan
So come on
Oh, come on.

That is it, guys, that is all - five minutes in and I'm bored again
Ten years of this, I'm not sure if anybody understands
This one is not for the folks back home; I'm sorry to leave, Mom, I had to go
Who the fuck wants to die alone all dried up in the desert sun?

My heart is breaking for my sister and the con that she called "love"
But when I look into my nephew's eyes...
Man, you wouldn't believe the most amazing things that can come from
Some terrible lie

The other night, you wouldn't believe the dream I just had about you and me
I called you up, but we'd both agree
It's for the best you didn't listen
It's for the best we get our distance...
JULY 14, 2012 @ 11:03 PM | 3 COMMENTS


I got drafted at 19
Me and a bunch of boys from home
January ’43, drove out to Pine Bluff and signed on
Went to basic south of Birmingham
Put me on a west coast bound train
Spent three days out in San Diego
And they shipped me back east again

Left a port out of New York
Slept for months in British rain
Tore it up down in London town
And they shipped me back out again

The preacher said “Boys he who is killed tonight will dine with the Lord in Paradise”
But one boy spoke up, said “preacher come on, eat your supper with us"

Never talk about those first days
Lots of friends left behind
But I made it all the way across France
And I fought at the Maginot line

Road a tank into Belgium
I liked them better than the French
Like my daddy, thirty years before,
I did my time in a trench

Lots of days there’s no water
But the liquor kept me warm
The cellars were stocked to the ceiling with booze
So I carried a bottle with my gun

The preacher said “Boys he who is killed tonight will dine with the Lord in Paradise”
But one boy spoke up, said “preacher come on, eat your supper with us”

Three times I made sergeant
I’m not that kind of man
And pretty much just as quick as I could
I'd get busted back to private again

Cause takin’ orders never suited me
Giving them out was much worse
I could not stand to get my friends killed
So I took care of myself first

Now I know that don’t sound right
Don’t think too bad of me
Now it keeps me up nights
What I could have done differently

The preacher said “Boys he who is killed tonight will dine with the Lord in Paradise.”
But one boy spoke up, said “preacher come on, eat your supper with us”

I’d be no guest at the table of the Lord
His food was not to be mine
‘Cause I cursed His name every chance that I could
And I recon that’s why I’m still alive
JULY 8, 2012 @ 07:20 PM | 3 COMMENTS


Estoy llorando por ti
Soy un infeliz…
Estoy que muero por ti
Soy el rabo de ti
Soy una lombriz
Me vuelvo loco por ti

Doy tres pasos--diez vueltas
Por mi cuarto sin puertas
No hay donde pisar
Por ti...

Esta noche te ví
No te acercaste a mi
Te vacilaste con un feo
Y el huevón es Europeo
Como nunca sufrí
Yo quiero morir
Por ti...

Que marica me pasa
Cuando estoy en mi casa
Mil voces me llaman.
Doy tres pasos--diez vueltas
Por mi cuarto sin puertas
No hay donde pisar...
Por ti...

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