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06-nov-2005
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(lastima no poder compartir el sonido y la voz), pues mucho de estos artistas no se los puede bajar por el kazaa porque son muy nuevos, pero animense a mandar letras con las que se sientan identificados por diversas situaciones que les esten ocurriendo
Sobre el niño que llevamos dentro o no tanto, las ansias de libertad, los sueños que tenemos y las cosas que nos gustarian hacer y no podemos, por el placer de sentirnos mas libres, mas nosotros mismos y un poco mas conformes con como somos...y por menos ansiedad tambien!!
Vuelvo atras
buscando un recuerdo,
encontrar el gris de aquel cielo
La verdad del niño pequeño
es jugar a cumplir su sueño
Volantin, llevame bien alto
Caña, piolin y papel de diario
Estribillo
Regresar al monte de siempre,
a buscar esos viejos duendes
Recordar las siestas prohibidas
no saldras a hacer picardias
Enero
el sol de la tarde
Las Termas mi pueblo que arde
Yo soy vos,
cuando seas grande
Chiquito
te llevo en mi sangre
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08-nov-2005
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LinKin ParK :
Breaking The Habbit:
Memories consume
Like opening the wounds
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
Unless I try to start again
I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
Cause inside I realize that I'm the one confused
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright
So I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit tonight
Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I have no options left again
I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
Cause inside I realize that I'm the one confused
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit tonight
I'll paint it on the walls
Cause I'm the one at fault
I'll never fight again
And this is how it ends
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
But now I have some clarity
To show you what I mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit tonight
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08-nov-2005
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ME GUSTAS CUANDO CALLAS
Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,
y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.
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Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma
emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía.
Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma,
y te pareces a la palabra melancolía.
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Me gustas cuando callas y estás como distante.
Y estás como quejándote, mariposa en arrullo.
Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:
Déjame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.
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Déjame que te hable también con tu silencio
claro como una lámpara, simple como un anillo.
Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.
Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.
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Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente.
Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.
Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.
Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.
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08-nov-2005
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Ese tal Tarres...
Ese tal Tarres
que camina pa atras
escribe del reves y nunca tiene "prou"
que usa el calcetin derecho
en el pie izquierdo por verse distinto de mi...
Cuando viene no estoy
donde llego se fue
y si vuelve no se
si se queda o se va...
Me daria igual si
no fuese porque
el no es nada sin mi
y yo no soy nadie sin el
ese tal Tarres que no me cabe en la piel...
y saca a mi animal
de parranda con el
le basta con que el sol reparta fuego y luz
Y Dios nos de salud para poder beber
y al amanecer con cuatro copas de mas
abomina de mi y me niega donde va
me daria igual si
no sufragase yo , las deudas que tarres en la noche dejo
Pero cuendo el no esta se atraganta el licor,
los amigos se van y no me quiere mi amor,
Si no esta Tarres llueve en el corazon,
no baila la mujer y se calla la cancion...
Sin el tal Tarres que camina pa'atras
escribe del reves y nunca tiene bastante
y nunca tiene "prou", no tiene "prou"...
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08-nov-2005
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the smiths - the boy with the thorn in his side
The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies
A murderous desire for love
How can they look into my eyes
And still they don’t believe me ?
How can they hear me say those words
Still they don’t believe me ?
And if they don’t believe me now
Will they ever believe me ?
And if they don’t believe me now
Will they ever, they ever, believe me ?
Oh no ...
Oh ...
The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies
A plundering desire for love
How can they see the love in our eyes
And still they don’t believe us ?
And after all this time, ah
They don’t want to believe us
And if they don’t believe us now
Will they ever believe us ?
And when you want to live
How do you start ?
Where do you go ?
Who do you need to know ?
Oh no no no ...
Oh ...
Oh no ...
Oh ...
La ...
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08-nov-2005
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Cita:
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Iniciado por Kyoto
the smiths - the boy with the thorn in his side
The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies
A murderous desire for love
How can they look into my eyes
And still they don’t believe me ?
How can they hear me say those words
Still they don’t believe me ?
And if they don’t believe me now
Will they ever believe me ?
And if they don’t believe me now
Will they ever, they ever, believe me ?
Oh no ...
Oh ...
The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies
A plundering desire for love
How can they see the love in our eyes
And still they don’t believe us ?
And after all this time, ah
They don’t want to believe us
And if they don’t believe us now
Will they ever believe us ?
And when you want to live
How do you start ?
Where do you go ?
Who do you need to know ?
Oh no no no ...
Oh ...
Oh no ...
Oh ...
La ...
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Me gusta mucho Smiths y Morrisey...ya voy a mandar alguna.... 
Ahh, en algun foro vi la letra de La vida es un Carnaval de la gran Celia, esta muy buena, es optimista a veces una de cal otra de arena, no??
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13-nov-2005
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Nirvana - You Know You're Right
I will never bother you
I will never promise to
I will never follow you
I will never bother you
Never speak a word again
I will crawl away for god
I will move away from here
You wont be afraid of fear
No thought was put in to this
I always knew it would come to this
Things have never been so swell
I have never failed to feel
Pain (x3)
You Know your Right (x3)
I'm so warm and calm inside
I no longer have to hide
Let’s talk about someone else
The stinging soon begins to mount
Nothing really bothers her
She just wants to love herself
I will move away from here
You wont be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
I always knew to come like this
Things have never been so swell
I have never failed to feel
Pain (x5)
You know Your Right (x17)
Pain (x1)
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23-nov-2005
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Ahora mismo estoy escuchando ésta de Natasha Bedingfield: Unwritten.
Tiene mucho ritmo y me anima mucho. El estribillo, traducido al castellano dice así:
Siente la lluvia en tu piel
nadie más puede sentirla por tí
sólo tú puedes permitirlo
nadie más, nadie más
puede pronunciar las palabras que salen de tus labios
empápate de palabras que aún no se pronunciaron
vive tu vida con los brazos bien abiertos
hoy es cuando empieza tu libro
el resto todavía está sin escribir
Natasha Bedingfield – Unwritten
I Am Unwritten, Can't Read My Mind, I'm Undefined
I'm Just Beginning, The Pen's In My Hand, Ending Unplanned
Staring At The Blank Page Before You, Open Up The Dirty Window
Let The Sun Illuminate The Words That You Could Not Find
Reaching For Something In The Distance
So Close You Can Almost Taste It
Release Your Inhibitions
Feel The Rain On Your Skin
No One Else Can Feel It For You
Only You Can Let It In
No One Else, No One Else
Can Speak The Words On Your Lips
Drench Yourself In Words Unspoken
Live Your Life With Arms Wide Open
Today Is Where Your Book Begins
The Rest Is Still Unwritten
Oh, Oh
I Break Tradition, Sometimes My Tries, Are Outside The Lines (yeh yeh)
We've Been Conditioned To Not Make Mistakes, But I Can't Live That Way (oh oh)
Staring At The Blank Page Before You, Open Up The Dirty Window
Let The Sun Illuminate The Words That You Could Not Find
Reaching For Something In The Distance
So Close You Can Almost Taste It
Release Your Inhibitions
Feel The Rain On Your Skin
No One Else Can Feel It For You
Only You Can Let It In
No One Else, No One Else
Can Speak The Words On Your Lips
Drench Yourself In Words Unspoken
Live Your Life With Arms Wide Open
Today Is Where Your Book Begins
Feel The Rain On Your Skin
No One Else Can Feel It For You
Only You Can Let It In
No One Else, No One Else
Can Speak The Words On Your Lips
Drench Yourself In Words Unspoken
Live Your Life With Arms Wide Open
Today Is Where Your Book Begins
The Rest Is Still Unwritten
Staring At The Blank Page Before You, Open Up The Dirty Window
Let The Sun Illuminate The Words That You Could Not Find
Reaching For Something In The Distance
So Close You Can Almost Taste It
Release Your Inhibitions
Feel The Rain On Your Skin
No One Else Can Feel It For You
Only You Can Let It In
No One Else, No One Else
Can Speak The Words On Your Lips
Drench Yourself In Words Unspoken
Live Your Life With Arms Wide Open
Today Is Where Your Book Begins
Feel The Rain On Your Skin
No One Else Can Feel It For You
Only You Can Let It In
No One Else, No One Else
Can Speak The Words On Your Lips
Drench Yourself In Words Unspoken
Live Your Life With Arms Wide Open
Today Is Where Your Book Begins
The Rest Is Still Unwritten
The Rest Is Still Unwritten
The Rest Is Still Unwritten
Yeah Yeah...
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23-nov-2005
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Nirvana- Scoff
In my eyes, I'm not lazy
In my face, It's not over
In your room, I'm not older
In your eyes, I'm not worth it
Gimme back my alcohol
Gimme back my alcohol
Gimme back my alcohol
Gimme back my alcohol
Gimme back my alcohol
Gimme back my alcohol
Gimme back my alcohol
Heal a million, kill a million
Heal a million, kill a million
Heal a million, kill a million
In my eyes, I'm not lazy
In my face, It's not over
In your room, I'm not older
In your eyes, I'm not worth it
Gimme back my alcohol
Gimme back my alcohol
Gimme back my alcohol
Gimme back my alcohol
Gimme back my alcohol
Gimme back my alcohol
Gimme back my alcohol
Heal a million, kill a million
Heal a million, kill a million
Heal a million, kill a million
In my eyes, I'm not lazy
In my face, It's not over
In your room, I'm not older
In your eyes, I'm not worth it
Gimme back my alcohol
Gimme back my alcohol
Gimme back my alcohol
Gimme back my alcohol
Gimme back my alcohol
Gimme back my alcohol
Gimme back my alcohol
Heal a million, kill a million
Heal a million, kill a million
Heal a million, kill a million
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