viernes, 25 de abril de 2008

UN MES SIN PABLITO


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Anónimo dijo...

Artista: Radiohead
Album: Hail To The Thief
Canción: A wolf at the door

Drag him out your window
Dragging out your dead
Singing I miss you
Snakes and ladders
Flip the lid
Out pops the cracker
Smacks you in the head
Knifes you in the neck
Kicks you in the teeth
Steel toe caps
Takes all your credit cards
Get up get the gunge
Get the eggs
Get the flan in the face
The flan in the face
The flan in the face
Dance you fucker dance you fucker
Don´t you dare
Don´t you dare
Don´t you flan in the face
Take it with the love is given
Take it with a pinch of salt
Take it to the taxman
Let me back let me back
I promise to be good
Don´t look in the mirror
At the face you don´t recognize
Help me call the doctor
Put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside
I keep the wolf from the door
But he calls me up
Calls me on the phone
Tells me all the ways that he´s gonna mess me up
Steal all my children
If I don´t pay the ransom
But I´ll never see him again
If I squeal to the cops
No no no no no no no:
Walking like giant cranes ah
With my x ray eyes i strip you naked
In a tight little world and why are you on the list?
Stepford wives who are we to complain?
Investments and dealers investments and dealers
Cold wives and mistresses
Cold wives and sunday papers.
City boys in first class
Don´t know we´re born little
Someone else is gonna come and clean it up
Born and raised for the job
Someone else always does always pick it up
Get over get up get over
Turn the tape off.
I keep the wolf from the door
But he calls me up
Calls me on the phone
Tells me all the ways that he´s gonna mess me up
Steal all my children
If I don´t pay the ransom
But I´ll never see him again
If I squeal to the cops

viernes, abril 25, 2008
la_colo_barbie dijo...

RADIOHEAD - FAKE PLASTIC TREES (THE BENDS)
Her green plastic wateringcan
for her fake chineserubberplant
in the fake plastic earth.
that she bought from a rubber man
in a town full of rubber PlanS
to get rid of itself,- it wears her out.

SHe lives with a broken man,
a cracked polystyreneman who just
crumbles and burns.
He used to do surgery for girls in the eighties but GRAVITY always
wins and it wears him out.

She Looks like the real thing.
She tastes like the real thing,
my fake plastic love.

But I Can't Help The Feeling.
I Could Blow Through The Ceiling.
If I Just Turn And RUN.
and it wears me out.

If i could be who you wanted all the time...

viernes, abril 25, 2008

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