jueves, 28 de abril de 2011

Sadness will never end.





























Our legs begin to break
We've walked this path for far too long
My lungs, they start to ache
But still we carry on
I'm choking on my words
Like I got a noose around my neck
I can't believe it's come to this
And dear, I fear
That this ship is sinking tonight

I won't give up on you
These scars won't tear us apart
So don't give up on me
It's not too late for us
And I'll save you from yourself
And I'll save you from yourself

Our legs begin to break
We've walked this path for far too long
My lungs begin to ache
But still we carry on
I'm choking on my words
Like I got a noose around my neck

I'm not coming home tonight
I'm not coming home tonight
'Cause dear I fear, dear I fear
I'm not coming home tonight
I'm not coming home tonight
'Cause dear I fear
This ship is sinking
Is there hope for us?
Can we make it out alive?
I can taste the failure on your lips
Is there hope for us?
Can we make it out alive?
I can taste the failure

Close your eyes
There's nothing we can do
But sleep in this bed that we made for ourselves
You're trapped in your past
Like it's six feet under

I won't give up on you
These scars won't tear us apart
So don't give up on me
It's not too late for us
I'll save you from yourself
I'll save you from yourself
I'll save you from yourself
I'll save you from yourself

Try to numb the pain
With alcohol and pills
But it won't repair your trust
You can't stand on two fucking feet
With a substance as a crutch

I won't give up
I won't give up on you
We'll play this symphony
I won't give up
I won't give up on you
We'll play this symphony of sympathy

I won't give up
I won't give up on you
We'll play this symphony of sympathy
I won't give up
I won't give up on you
We'll play this symphony of sympathy

miércoles, 27 de abril de 2011

What is Love?.















What is love? es una pregunta,..hecha cancion por el cantautor Nevershoutnever!,la cancion retrata sobre el amor y lo que practicamente vales monetariamente para tu prometido/a...mas si eres un matrimonio con hijos...y sin las cosas no resultan debes separarte,razon por la que canta.
Aunque en mi caso me quedo con el titulo..porque claro..que es el amor para mí? Nada despues de cada puta decepcion,cada puto sueño que he dejado ir con alguna chica por mi puta inseguridad y bueno...no hay mas que decir.

In a sitch like this you've gotta think
And I don't think you think about the way he thinks
And I know you live life for yourself
But it all comes down to the way you help

And I know your life is such a hell
You wake up early and you work until
You have your drinks at 5 o'clock
The hours blend and your thoughts all haunt

Your hopes, your dreams, your everything
Well, momma I hope, I dream, that you won't leave

And I have a question!
What is love?
What is love?
Oh, oh oh oh-oh-oh
Is it giving up?
Well cause that's not how you raised me, yeah.

In a sitch like this you gotta think
And I don't think you think about the way
She thinks
And I know you work hard everyday
But it all comes down to the way you're
Paid

And I know you're oh so sorry dad
I truly believe that you're a better man
Than to share one kiss then give away
All the love you come home everyday

To your hopes, your dreams, your everything
Well daddy, I hope, I dream that she won't leave

And I have a question!
What is love?
What is love?
Oh, oh oh oh-oh-oh
Is it giving up?
Cause that's not how you raised me.
And what is love?
What is love?
Oh, oh oh oh-oh-oh

See, I don't know anymore;
I used to look up to that love.

jueves, 21 de abril de 2011

End of the beggining
















Bueno acá una canción de 30 seconds to Mars...una banda con la que me obsesione musicalmente con sus primeros dos discos entre el año 2006-2008 y que despues de su disco "This is war" me decepcionaron musicalmente,pero me quedo con lo power de sus temas en aquellos años..y bueno hay una cancion que amo que se llama "End of the begginning" que refleja a un hombre en otra epoca partiendo de 0 en todo,algo que me hace falta


Here we are searching for a sign
Here we are searching for a sign
It's the end here today
But I will build a new beginning
Take some time, find a place
And I will start my own religion

As the day divides the night
Here we are searching for a sign

Watch the men multiply
See them ease out of the circle
Watch your friends run and hide
Help them fall back in this cycle

Here we are searching

[Chorus:]
You saw what you get
If you take what you take
Look in the eye of the test
It's all because...
Now there's a feeling I get
When I look to the left
But it should never be said
Start Searching for a sign

Can you feel it?
Things are changing
Can you see it?
Watch as the worlds colliding
Can you see it?
Can you feel it?
Watch as the worlds...
Collide into themselves
Collide into themselves

Another time, another place
Another time, another place
Some paradimensional race
Some paradimensional race

Searching

You saw what you get
If you take what you take
Look in the eye of the test
It's all because...
Now there's a feeling I get
When I look to the left
But it should never be said
Start Searching for a sign

You saw what you get
If you take what you take
Look in the eye of the test
It's all because...
Now there's a feeling I get
When I look to the left
But it should never be said
Start Searching for a sign

miércoles, 13 de abril de 2011

Tripped and fell in Portland




























No tiene taaanta importancia...solo lo pongo porque es una cancion pegajosa












The secret's out. Our lips are wide as oceans
I sold my eyes for emerald dimes.
The edges blur, the walls are bending.
You bite like you don't have any teeth to break my skin.
I feel like she's on fire.
And every room is another world I'm walking in
We couldn't get much higher
I tripped and fell so deep I can't come down.
How did you run into a door that's wide open? Get ahold of yourself.
I tripped and fell so deep I can't come down.
Our hands are melting maps. Balancing on a fence the change made no sense.
The edges stir, the walls are dancing...
I steal everything just to give it back again. Trust me i'm a liar.
And all the words I bought, they aren't worth anything.
We couldn't get much higher.
I tripped and fell so deep I can't come down...
Brace yourself. There's no way out. We left our minds behind.
Climbing the blinds, fabricating time, 'till we come back to life.
I tripped and fell so deep I can't come down.

viernes, 8 de abril de 2011

Discotech




















Bueno acá una cancion de un dueto estadounidense llamado Young Love con su cancion Discotech..me traen demasiados recuerdos del pasado del 2007 por ahí cuando nose todo era especial para mi...no queria que ningun dia terminase nunca para mi..eran lo mejor esos dias,pero bueno...aquí la cancion




Stepping out tonight flying so high
its the good times keeping me alive
are you ready to hit it running
this is where it's at six in the morning

you can fake this only if you take this (you wanna lose control)
the way she does it i can't get enough

attack we keep it on the dance floor
discotech meet me at the back door
lets get down we've been waiting a long time
she back i can feel it in the air
discotech you know she's going to be there
let's get down weve been waiting a long time

show up in the crowd take a look around
me and my crew we came to get down
she's giving me looks i can't help it
the way im feeling its going to happen

you fake this only if you take this (you wanna lose control)
the way she does it i can't get enough

attack we keep it on the dance floor
discotech meet me at the back door
lets get down we've been waiting a long time
she back i can feel it in the air
discotech you know she's going to be there
let's get down weve been waiting a long time

you make fast living look just fine
looks like i got here just in time
tonight the city is yours and mine
but it wont last forever

viernes, 1 de abril de 2011

Bittersweet Symphony.





















Porque es una amarga y dulce
sinfonía lo que representa la vida.
Tratando de estirar el dinero
te vuelves un esclavo de él
entonces habrás muerto en vida.
Te conduciré río abajo a la única
salida donde jamás he estado prisionero.
Ya sabes, a la única que te lleva al origen
donde los caudales alimentan al sistema.
(Sí, esa es la puerta).

No existe el cambio, pero puedo cambiar,
puedo ser diferente, puedo cambiar mi vida,
pero sigo aquí, en mi molde,
aquí atado, a mi supuesto destino.
Pero soy un millón de personalidades
diferentes de un día a otro
y aún así no puedo cambiar, mi situación.
No, no; no, no, no....

(¿Alguna vez te has sentido aprisionado?)

Bueno, nunca he hecho una oración pero
esta noche, me encuentro arrodillado, así es.
Necesito escuchar algunos sonidos o señales
que reconozcan el dolor que llevo dentro, sí.
Dejo que la melodía empiece su concierto
permitiéndole limpiar mi mente de basura
para sentirme libre de ataduras, por ahora.
Pero las señales son insuficientes
y no hay nadie cantando para mí, ya.

No existe el cambio, pero puedo cambiar,
puedo ser diferente, puedo progresar.
Pero sigo aquí, atado a mi molde,
aquí aferrado, a mi falta de voluntad.
Pero soy un millón de personalidades
diferentes cada día que pasa
sin embargo no puedo dejar, mi cruz.
No, no; no, no, no...

(¿Alguna vez te has sentido atado?)
Puedo cambiar, puedo ser diferente.

Porque es una amarga y dulce
sinfonía esta vida que llevamos.
Trata de estirar el dinero otro poco,
trata de conseguir más para que alcance
y habrás caído en este juego mortal.
Te guiaré abajo de donde estás ahora, al único
sendero donde jamás he estado deprimido.
Ya captas, al único que te lleva a los lugares
donde todas las emociones convergen.
(Ándale, a ese mero).

Sabes que tengo el poder de cambiar,
puedo ser diferente, puedo progresar.
Pero sigo aquí, atorado a mi molde,
aquí atado, a mi escasa voluntad.
Y soy un millón de personalidades
diferentes cada día que transcurre
y ni así puedo quitarme, la atadura.
No, no; no, no, no...

No puedo desligarme, del pasado,
no, no; no, no, no...
Tengo miedo al cambio,
ni siquiera puedo cambiar mi aspecto,
no, no; no, no, no...

La única melodía que ya hemos recibido
es la de sexo y violencia... y un gran silencio.
(¿Alguna vez te has sentido atado?)
(Te llevaré al mero centro de la esperanza
donde jamás he estado deprimido)

Te conduciré río abajo a la única
tierra donde nunca he estado prisionero.
No arriba de donde estás ahora sino abajo,
a la salida donde jamás he estado decaído.
...ni sumido en la depresión.
...donde jamás he estado atado.
...donde jamás he sido prisionero.
...donde jamás estoy desesperado.
...donde jamás me encuentro angustiado.
¿Alguna vez te has sentido aprisionado?
¿Alguna vez te ha invadido la soledad?