Monday, October 01, 2007

"I would never tell if you never ask me, You could never ask if you don't know"

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Blink 182 ~ Violence
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Six bottles went down the drain, one hour's a waste of time
I'd ask if you feel the same, still pushing that chance to try
your breath in this cool room chill, long hair that blows side to side
you speak and make time stand still, and each time you walk right on by

Like violence you have me, forever and after
Like violence you kill me, forever and after.

Can't count all the eyes that stare, can't count all the things they see
she kills with no life to spare, just victims are left to bleed
one drink and the pain goes down, soft shadows lay by her feet
lay soft as you slowly drown, lay still as you fall asleep
Fall asleep

Like violence you have me, forever and after
Like violence you kill me, forever and after.
And after...and after...and after

Like violence, you have me forever and after
Like violence you kill me...
Like violence, you have me forever and after
Like violence you kill me...

Like violence you have me, forever and after
Like violence you kill me, forever and after
Like violence you have me, forever and after
Like violence you kill me, forever and after.
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Angels & Airwaves ~ Sirens

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I will be there, you know I will (da dada, dadada)
I'd like your eyes wide (da dada, dadada)
I'm knocking at your back door (da dada, dadada)
The earth is like a night fire (da dada, dadada)
Be careful what you ask for

I do it from time to time,
where I can never wake from a bad dream, from time to time
I do it from time to time,
where I can never say the things I mean, from time to time
I do this from time to time,
where I like to watch you as you sleep, from time to time
I do this from time to time,
where I like to think of you and me, from time to time

Here you breathe. I'm feeling a shake in the sound of my heart
So let go. Do you know, I'm feeling the pain of my first love
I had to go, can't let go
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Angels & Airwaves ~ Lifeline

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If you feel like coming round, I will take you for a ride

If you wish it, wish it now
If you wish it, wish it loud
If you want it, say it now
If you want it, say it loud

We all make mistakes, and turn it out
If you want it, I want to
We all make mistakes, here's a lifeline
If you wanted one too

You know that I want to

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Best Interest ~ You said you knew, so what's new, huh?
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Scream the words in melody so, so I could take it in or I'll pretend to
You said you knew so what's new huh? Please don't make the same uh oh's

Scream the words in melody so, so I could take it in or I'll pretend to
You said you knew so what's new huh? Please don't make the same uh oh's

I'm at the pit stop, and you're already on lap number four
Can you tell where this is going yet? You're so predictable.

I almost feel sorry for this, but you can't tell a lie the truth,
that's still dishonest (you're so dishonest)
I almost feel sorry for this, but you can't tell a lie the truth,
that's still dishonest (you're so dishonest)


Scream the words in melody so, so I could take it in or I'll pretend to
You said you knew so what's new huh? Please don't make the same uh oh's
Scream the words in melody so, so I could take it in or I'll pretend to

You said you knew so what's new huh? Please don't make the same uh oh's

I'm writing about you and me, so at least we're on the same page
And if you're still listening, then this means that I'm getting to you
(this means that I'm getting to you) then this means that I'm getting to you
I'll use this stage like a shotgun and stare at your ear through the cross hair
Then fire a couple rounds that'll knock you off of your feet

Scream the words in melody so, so I could take it in or I'll pretend to

You said you knew so what's new huh? Please don't make the same uh oh's
Scream the words in melody so, so I could take it in or I'll pretend to
You said you knew so what's new huh? Please don't make the same uh oh's
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Dime[lo] dime[lo] dime[lo que sea]. Grítame lo que sientes para que escuche mentiras y verdades calladas, para que haga como si no supiera lo que sucede. ¿O es acaso creer eso más iluso de lo que es el presente? Cántame con tu voz. Conocer no es más que encontrar lo que del otro está en ti. Veo lo que piensas, escucho lo que callas. Pero mis lágrimas solo me muestran una red que me atrapa, una sin razón que no me deja dejarte ir.
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Acepta mis palabras, toma una parte de mi alma, que cuando supe que me hacía falta nadie me había preguntado si podías quedártela. Te la robaste sabiendo que la estaría buscando? que ahora la vuelvo a buscar? que quizás mi ser está gritando por ella desde hace años ya? Te la quedaste o la escondiste como yo que, sin darme cuenta, la guardé con llave en el ático de mi cuerpo? La tuviste cerca de la tuya?
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Ante ti me convierto en una niña. Ante tu mirada veo la mía. Me despojo de todo lo que quiero ser y quedan descubiertos todos mis pensamientos. Quedo desnuda de todo tiempo. Las cosas dejan de correr y parecen suspenderse en una insoria somnífera. Me vuelvo fuerte, me vuelvo simple, me vuelvo torpe, me vuelvo yo.
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Te me escapas y ahí es cuando siento como si la vida no me esperara. Te das vuelta para marcharte. Otra vez te vas y otra vez me das tu imagen pero me quitas mi voz. Te la quedaste tras la puerta? Como el viento sigues durmiendo en un lecho de esperanzas que soplan en contra del ático desde donde te vivo.
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Mi mano pierde su calor y duerme fría al darse vuelta los días como un vaso derramado en el espacio estelar. No dices lo que sabes, no actúas lo que dices, pero aun hacia el final del tiempo pareciera que nos gritamos la vida sin siquiera decir una palabra, sin siquiera distinguir las fantasías de las intenciones.
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Tanto tiempo ya que una impresión ideé y con la sensación me quedé. Hasta hoy no me queda más que dudar si fingimos que fingimos no saber. Seems you know it all but a smile and silence tells the air you don’t. Though I breathe that air into my lungs to survive, it kills me to inhale your voice. Yet you speak such deep melodies I wish I could paint the words you’re thinking, even if it were with my own blood. Realize they’re carving a golden age story that never ends. We choose not to see but our stories crossed, not intertwined.
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Vamos, quiero ver que [me] lo digas. En el tiempo mi alma tomas[te]. Let me pick up the pieces before the winds sweeps the glass that holds my life. Would you hold them even if the broken pieces cut your hands? I would.
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Monday, July 23, 2007

--- R*a*η ---

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“¡Trabajar! ¡Entusiasmo!

¡Estrujarse el cerebro! Masticar,

devorar, tragar, revolver!

¡Deliciosos dolores del parto!

¡Partir el pincel, o mejor,

perforar el lienzo.

Pisotear los tubos de color”

M.P.






[[· THE BEST DAMN THING ·]] .

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Where are the hopes, where are the dreams
My Cinderella story scene
When do you think they'll finally see
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that you're not not not gonna get any better
You won't won't won't you won't get rid of me never
Like it or not even though she's a lot like me, we're not the same
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And yeah yeah yeah I'm a lot to handle
You don't know trouble I'm a hell of a scandal
Me, I'm a scene I'm a drama queen
I'm the best damn thing that your eyes have ever seen
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But I found my hopes I found my dreams
My Cinderella story scene
Now everybody's gonna see
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that you're not not not gonna get any better
You won't won't won't you won't get rid of me never
Like it or not even though she's a lot like me, we're not the same
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And yeah yeah yeah I'm a lot to handle
You don't know trouble I'm a hell of a scandal
Me, I'm a scene I'm a drama queen
I'm the best damn thing that your eyes have ever seen
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Where are the hopes, where are the dreams
My Cinderella story scene
When do you think they'll finally see
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That you're not not not gonna get any better
You won't won't won't you won't get rid of me never
Like it or not even though she's a lot like me, we're not the same
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And yeah yeah yeah I'm a lot to handle
You don't know trouble I'm a hell of a scandal
Me I'm a scene I'm a drama queen
I'm the best damn thing that your eyes have ever seen
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I'm the best damn thing that your eyes have ever seen







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Monday, June 18, 2007

**Lanelandia en Rufio**

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A los hijos de perra:


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Yes, Lane has outdone herself, yet again. Hell yeah!!!!! La mina + cabrona se subió al stage en la mejor canción del mejor concierto de Rufio en Chile!!!!!
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Bueno en verdad no fue taaan así. No, en verdad sí, jajaja, soy secaaaaa @,@'''' Y todo por 8 lucas, by far the best music concert in my life.
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Fotos tomadas por Lane en primera fila. Nya~~! Al principio de Above Me, la última canción, le di un beso a Scott, toque al bajista y toque al lado del chino seco. Dp stage-diving whooo.

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Sunday, May 27, 2007

Buenos Días, Sr. Courbet !


De palabras que no solo significan.




Round and round goes the clock, along with the seconds align only a few selected. Those gather themselves, only connected by words. Not even sentences. Maybe memories, let loose by the sound and gesture that only a meaningful word can have. Those words are the ones that are filled with the air of a new race; a new sign that has not lost itself in the passing time; infounded with a whole world inside.

Now the lines that compound a letter become expression. Capable of having a duality imprinted: in time and timeless, material and ideal, shallow and deep...destined for oblivion.


Those few that can traspass the significance, not ancient, but born anew from within thier soul; and Those can communicate, learn about life from its roots and be inspired by what the future awaits, hidden in the mist of time. Then time, as we knew it, becomes the past, the present and the future. Those are the ones that can only enjoy the simultaneous act of language.



Those do not need to hold on to the structure, thus being able to express beyond any reason; because reason and feeling have become one, and a creation of man, such as words, cannot hold these boundless spheres. Full of a mind incapable of speaking according to the needs of social orders, Those shine in the middle of the rest. They shout only a blubber of words, or maybe even one or two, and can let out a universe of meaning. That much a stumbled voice can create with its vocal chords. Only a sound you can hear. Thus, Those can be the only ones amazed by every gasp of breath, and every Time that becomes a timeless String.

Entre locos se entienden. O, por lo menos, se ven sus mundos interiores. Locos, gracias por existir en mi vida!



Por eso Courbet, estoy más que segura, pensaba en cómo sacar a esos ángeles de su cabeza para no pintarlos.




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Thursday, May 03, 2007

[·Lane·], soshite [·kannivalism·]



En honor a mi pelo viejo, de todas maneras extrañable. Algunos días mis ojos son de color miel...habrá alguna razón? Solo Courbet lo sabe; y mi yo en estado supraconsciente.









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