“Prefiero ser el peor de los mejores
que el mejor de los peores"

jueves, 9 de septiembre de 2010

Yo veia tu carita y no lo podia creer ,
Que eras una chica diferente a las demas ,
Mi sonrisa quiso que estubieras aqui ,
Pero eso es imposible ,
Por que de Mexico tu eres ,
Juntaria mi vida para pagarte un pasaje ,
O me mataria por tenerte solo 5 minutos .


Yo se que la distancia me pone loco ,
Pero yo se que vos desconfias de mi ,
Pero te voy a demostrar,
Que mi querer se puede comparar con el amor ,
Nena hace poco que te conosco pero me volves loco ,
Con solo pensar que si te tubiera en mis brazos ,
No te soltaría mas .


Ya no se que mas decir mi vida te Quiero ,
Y se que a medida que pase el tiempo ,
Te voy a querer cadaz vez mas .

jueves, 22 de julio de 2010

Que feo debe ser cuando tenes
Millones de fanáticos, y la estas pasando muy mal,
Cuando te has intentado quitarte la vida, varias veces,
Llegar a la conclusión de separarte de tu banda, tan amada por todos,
Ser un adicto a las drogas,
Tener que internarte para dejarlas, por el bien de tu hija,
Escaparte del centro de rehabilitacion,
Y aparecer muerto en una semana,
Que va a hacer tu hija?
Que van a hacer tus millones de fans?
Por que?


Solo a los que le gusta la música entienden de quien estoy hablando.

Es Mejor Quemarse, Que Apagarse Lentamente.

miércoles, 21 de julio de 2010

OH MY LOVE

Oh my love for the first time in my life,
My eyes are wide open,
Oh my lover for the first time in my life,
My eyes can see,

I see the wind,
Oh I see the trees,
Everything is clear in my heart,
I see the clouds,
Oh I see the sky,
Everything is clear in our world,

Oh my love for the first time in my life,
My mind is wide open,
oh my lover for the first time in my life,
My mind can feel,

I feel the sorrow,
Oh I feel dreams,
Everything is clear in my heart,
Everything is clear in our world,
I feel the life,
Oh I feel love.

miércoles, 14 de julio de 2010

R.A.M.O.N.E.S.

New york city, n.y.c.,
pretty mean when it wants to be,
black leather, knee-hole pants,
can't play no high school dance,
fuzz tone, hear 'em go, hear 'em on the radio,

Misfits, twilight zone,
r-a-m-o-n-e-s, r-a-m-o-n-e-s
ramones,
Bad boy rock, bad boy roll,
gabba gabba, see them go,
c. jay now hit the gas,
hear marky kick some ass,
go johnny, go, go, go, go
tommy o-way-o,

Bad boys then, bad boys now,
good buddies, mau, mau, mau,
keep it up, rock 'n' roll, good music save your soul,
dee dee, he left home,
joey call me on the phone.

domingo, 11 de julio de 2010

So if you're lonely
You know I'm here waiting for you
I'm just a crosshair
I'm just a shot away from you
And if you leave here
You leave me broken, shattered, I lie
I'm just a crosshair
I'm just a shot, then we can die

I know I won't be leaving here with you

I say don't you know
You say you don't go
I say... take me out!

I say you don't show
Don't move, time is slow
I say... take me out!

If I move this could die
If I move this could die
I want you...to take me out!

I say you don't know
You say you don't go
I say... take me out!

I know I won't be leaving here (with you)
I know I won't be leaving here
I know I won't be leaving here (with you)
I know I won't be leaving here with you

I say don't you know?
You say you don't know
I say take me out

If I wink, this can die
If I wane, this can die
I want you to take me out

If I move, this could die
If I move, this could die
Come on, take me out

I know I won't be leaving here
I know I won't be leaving here
I know I won't be leaving here
I know I won't be leaving here with you