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As the World Falls Down

There's such a sad love
Deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel
Open and closed within your eyes
I'll place the sky within your eyes

There's such a fooled heart
Beating so fast in search of new dreams
A love that will last within your heart
I'll place the moon within your heart

CHORUS
As the pain sweeps through
Makes no sense for you
Every thrill has gone
Wasn't too much fun at all
But I'll be there for you-oo-oo
As the world falls down

Falling
(As the world) Falling down
Falling in love

I'll paint you mornings of gold
I'll spin you Valentine evenings
Though we're strangers till now
We're choosing the path between the stars
I'll leave my love between the stars

CHORUS

Falling
(As the world) Falling down
Falling
As the world falls down
Falling
Falling
Falling
Falling in love
As the world falls down
(down) Falling
Falling
Falling
Falling in love
As the world falls down

Falling
Falling
Falling

Makes no sense at all
Makes no sense to fall
Falling
As the world falls down
Falling
Falling
Falling in love
As the world falls down
(down) Falling
Falling
Falling in love
Falling in love (love)
Falling in love
Falling in love
Falling in love

David Bowie

Wish You Were Here

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war,
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Pink Floyd

Shot in the Back of the Head [Mute]

Música de Moby, animación de David Lynch:

A Night Like This

Say goodbye on a night like this
If it's the last thing we ever do
You never looked as lost as this
Sometimes it doesn't even look like you
It goes dark
It goes darker still
Please stay
But I watch you like I'm made of stone
As you walk away

I'm coming to find you if it takes me all night
A witch hunt for another girl
For always and ever is always for you
Your trust
The most gorgeously stupid thing I ever cut in the world

Say hello on a day like today
Say it everytime you move
The way that you look at me now
Makes me wish I was you
It goes deep
It goes deeper still
This touch
And the smile and the shake of your head

I'm coming to find you if it takes me all night
Can't stand here like this anymore
For always and ever is always for you
I want it to be perfect
Like before
I want to change it all

I want to change

The Cure

Every Time I Try

I want to hold you
But every time I try
Something keeps you
Out of reach

I want to love you
But every time I try
Something keeps
Love away

And I can feel it
So love me right now
Though it won't last
Girl don't make me try
'Cause I'll lose you forever
Every time
Every time

But every time I try
To put our love out
Like a fire
You keep me in your reach

And every time I try
To throw away my desire
You hold me
So close

And I can feel it
So love me right now
Though it won't last
Girl don't make me try
'Cause I'll lose you forever
Every time
Every time

Spain

Sólo se trata de vivir

Dicen que viajando se fortalece el corazón
pues andar nuevos caminos
te hace olvidar el anterior
Ojalá que esto pronto suceda
así podrá descansar mi pena
hasta la próxima vez.
Ojalá que esto pronto suceda
así podra descansar mi pena
hasta la próxima vez.

Y así encuentras a una paloma herida
que te cuenta su poesía
de haber amado y quebrantado otra ilusión.
Seguro que al rato estará volando
inventando otra esperanza
para volver a vivir.

Creo que nadie
puede dar una respuesta
ni decir que puerta hay que tocar
Creo que a pesar de tanta melancolía
tanta pena y tanta herdida
sólo se trata de vivir.

En mi almanaque hay una fecha vacía
es la del día que dijiste que tenías que partir.
Debes andar por nuevos caminos
para descansar la pena
hasta la próxima vez.
Seguro que al rato estarás amando
inventando otra esperanza
para volver a vivir.

Dicen que viajando se fortalece el corazón
pues andar nuevos caminos
te hace olvidar al anterior.

Ojalá que esto pronto suceda
así podra descansar mi pena
hasta la próxima vez.
Seguro que al rato estaré amando
inventando otra esperanza
para volver a vivir.

Lito Nebbbia

El hombre que vivía en Google SketchUp

Who's gonna ride your wild horses

You're dangerous, 'cos you're honest
You're dangerous, 'cos you don't know what you want
Well you left my heart empty as a vacant lot
For any spirit to haunt

Hey hey sha la la
Hey hey

You're an accident waiting to happen
You're a piece of glass left there on the beach
Well you tell me things I know you're not supposed to
Then you leave me just out of reach

Hey hey sha la la
Hey hey sha la la

Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea?
Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee?

Well you stole it 'cos I needed the cash
And you killed it 'cos I needed revenge
Well you lied to me 'cos I asked you to
Baby...can we still be friends?

Hey hey sha la la
Hey hey sha la la la

Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea?
Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee?

The deeper I spin
The hunter will sin ... for your ivory skin
Took a drive in the dirty rain
To a place where the wind calls your name
Under the trees the river laughing
At you and me...
Hallelujah, heavens white rose
The doors you open I just can't close

Don't you turn around, don't you turn around again
Don't you turn around your gypsy heart
Don't turn around, don't turn around again
Don't turn around, and don't look back

Come on now love, don't you look back

Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea?
Who's gonna taste your salt water kisses?
Who's gonna take the place of me?
Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who could tame the heart of thee?

U2

Wicked Game

The world was on fire
No one could save me but you.
Strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you

No, I don't want to fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
No, I don't want to fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
With you
With you

What a wicked game you play
To make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do
To let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say
You never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do
To make me dream of you
v And I don't wanna fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
And I don't want to fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]

{World was on fire
No one could save me but you
Strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you
I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you

No I don't wanna fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart
No I don't wanna fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
With you
With you

Nobody loves no one

Chris Isaak

Without You

Just when I'm ready to throw in my hand
Just when the best things in life
are gone
I look into your eyes

There's no smoke without fire
You're exactly who I want to be with
Without you
What could I do

And when I'm willing to call it a day
Just when I won't take another chance
I hold your hand

There's no smoke without fire
Woman I love you
Without you
What would I do

David Bowie

Frente al destino

El desierto
de Jorge Luis Borges

Antes de entrar en el desierto 
los soldados bebieron largamente 
el agua de la cisterna 
Hierocles derramó en la tierra 
el agua de su cántaro y dijo: 
Si hemos de entrar en el desierto, 
ya estoy en el desierto. 
Si la sed va a abrasarme, 
que ya me abrase. 
Esta es una parábola. 
Antes de hundirme en el infierno 
los lictores del dios 
me permitieron que mirara una rosa. 
Esa rosa es ahora mi tormento 
en el oscuro reino. 
A un hombre lo dejó una mujer. 
Resolvieron mentir un ultimo encuentro. 
El hombre dijo: 
Si debo entrar en la soledad 
ya estoy solo. 
Si la sed va a abrasarme, 
que ya me abrase. 
Esta es otra parábola. 
Nadie en la tierra 
tiene el valor de ser aquel hombre

Trátame suavemente

Alguien me ha dicho que la soledad se esconde tras tus ojos
Y que tu blusa atora sentimientos,
que respiras
Tenés que comprender, que no puse tus miedos
Donde están guardados
Y que no podré quitártelos
Si al hacerlo me desgarras
No quiero soñar mil veces las mismas cosas
Ni contemplarlas sabiamente
Quiero que me trates suavemente
Te comportas de acuerdo
Con lo que te dicta, cada momento
Y esta inconstancia, no es algo heroico
Es más bien algo enfermo
No quiero soñar mil veces las mismas cosas
Ni contemplarlas sabiamente
Quiero que me trates suavemente
No quiero soñar mil veces las mismas cosas
Ni contemplarlas sabiamente
Quiero que me trates suavemente
Quiero que me trates suavemente
Quiero que me trates suavemente
Suavemente, suavemente, suavemente.

Daniel Melero

Auténtico rock and roll

Iggy Pop y Fatboy Slim juntos en:

Miracle Drug

I want a trip inside your head
Spend the day there...
To hear the things you haven't said
And see what you might see

I wanna hear you when you call
Do you feel anything at all?
I wanna see your thoughts take shape
And walk right out

Freedom has a scent
Like the top of a new born baby's head

The songs are in your eyes
I see them when you smile
I've seen enough I'm not giving up
On a miracle drug

Of science and the human heart
There is no limit
There is no failure here sweetheart
Just when you quit...

I am you and you are mine
Love makes no sense of space
And time...will disappear
Love and logic keep us clear
Reason is on our side, love...

The songs are in your eyes
I see them when you smile
I've had enough of romantic love
I'd give it up, yeah, I'd give it up
For a miracle, a miracle drug, a miracle drug

God I need your help tonight

Beneath the noise
Below the din
I hear your voice
It's whispering
In science and in medicine
"I was a stranger
You took me in"

The songs are in your eyes
I see them when you smile
I've had enough of romantic love
Yeah, I'd give it up, yeah, I'd give it up
For a miracle, miracle drug

Miracle, miracle drug

U2

Incoherencias

¿No es terrible un mundo en que haya que fallar para que se haga justicia?

¿Cómo puede ser que la expresión de la justicia se realice a través de fallos?

En el espíritu de esta época del año

Playing For Change: Song Around the World | Stand By Me from Concord Music Group on Vimeo.

El ojo sobrante

En el país de los ciegos, el tuerto es un monstruo.

Lo que dicen los otros VI

In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face is that, in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new.
Last night, I experienced something new, an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau’s famous motto: Anyone can cook. But I realize that only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere. It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau’s, who is, in this critic’s opinion, nothing less than the finest chef in France. I will be returning to Gusteau’s soon, hungry for more.

Anton Ego, crítico culinario.

Lo que dicen los otros V

Yo creo que las instituciones bancarias son más peligrosas para nuestras libertades que los ejércitos en pie. Si el pueblo estadounidense permite alguna vez que los bancos privados controlen el tema de su moneda, primero por inflación, luego por deflación, los bancos y las corporaciones que crecerán alrededor de los bancos privarán al pueblo de toda propiedad hasta que sus hijos se despierten sin hogar en el continente que sus padres conquistaron.

Thomas Jefferson, 1802.