En alguna canción ñoña dice: someday we'll be smarter. Pero para eso, hay que cagarla primero. Y eso a mí me pasa seguido.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

A.M. remixeados

Arctic Monkeys me están volviendo loca. Todos los días tengo una "canción favorita nueva", estoy más q rayada, alguien que me ayude...

Hoy, en mi ociosidad, hice una historia... con partes de las letras que me quedan dando vueltas durante el día. No, yo no la escribí, las escribió Turner y compañía para los Cd's, pero yo la pegué porque estaba más que aburrida.

Parece re larga, pero la historia igual es mas o menos corta, es bastante normal... un poco triste diría yo al final, pero no es algo fuera de lo común. Lamentable que sea un poco predecible, pero así son las cosas en todos lados. Y eso...



Get on your dancing shoes
There's one thing on your mind
Hoping they’re looking for you
Sure you'll be rummaging' through


Anticipation has the habit to set you up
For disappointment in evening entertainment but
Tonight there’ll be some love, oh
Tonight there’ll be a rawkus, regardless of what’s gone before


And the shit, shock, horror
You've seen your future bride
Oh, but it's oh so absurd
For you to say the first word
So you're waiting and waiting


The only reason that you came
So what you scared for?
don't you always do the same
It's what you there for, don't you know


Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the eyes at you
And what it is that surprises me, is that I don't really want you to

I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if you’re looking for romance or...
I don't know what you’re looking for


Don't act like it's not happening
As if it’s impolite

I wish you'd stop ignoring me, because you're sending me to despair
Without a sound you’re calling me, and I don't think it's very fair...


Everybody's trying to crack the jokes and that to make you smile
Those that claim that they're not showing off are drowning in denial
They're not half as bad as me say anything and I'll agree
When it comes to acting up, I'm sure I could write the book

Lets go down, down, low down
Where I know I should not go
Oh and she's thinks she's the one
But she's just one in twenty-four
And just coz' everybody’s doing it
Does that mean that I can too?


...
Can't we laugh and joke around
Remember cuddles in the kitchen
Yeah, to get things off the ground
And it was up, up and away

Yeah I'm sorry I was late
Well I missed the train
And then the traffic was a state
And I can't be arsed to carry on in this debate
That reoccurs, oh when you say I don't care
Well of course I do, yeah I clearly do!

I don't want to hear you (Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear you no (Kick me out, kick me out)


ohh, her eyes went down
and cut you up
and theres nothing like a dirty look from
the one you want
or the one you lost

I thought a thousand million things that I could never say this morning
Got too deep, but how deep is too deep?

Last night what we talked about
It made so much sense
But now the haze has ascended
It don't make no sense anymore


...
Lady, where has your love gone
I was looking but can't find it anywhere
They always offer when there’s loads of love around
But when you’re short of some, it’s nowhere to be found



si, los colores cambian poque son de canciones diferentes, 8... es que así las identifico más fácil... :P

estoy mal, lo sé.. jajajaja

1 Comments:

Blogger Alejandra said...

No estás mal... son las vacaciones, insisto en mi hipótesis cuasi comprobada, el tiempo libre magnifica la locura, yo estoy segura que en cualquier momento la sicóloga me interna.

Y eso... sorry es que hoy me falla la creatividad, pero está wena la historia y sip, media predecible, pero es lo que siempre suele suceder.

1:08 PM

 

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