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La pajita
calugas#43 “I Want You”
… donde se encontró cortando meticulosamente queso en cuadraditos y sirviendo un poco de vino blanco en copas relativamente finas, con una sonrisa de éste porte, oyendo, desde el living, el suave tintinear de una risa de niña, en medio, al final, al principio de exclamaciones ininteligibles
Salve Dylan!
When we meet again | Introduced as friends | Please don’t let on that you knew me when | I was hungry and it was your world | Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do | You make love just like a woman, yes, you do | Then you ache just like a woman | But you break just like a little girl |
Everybody is Talking at me
I’m goin’ where the sun keeps shinin’, | Through the pourin’ rain | Goin’ where the weather suits my clothes | Bankin’ off of the northeast wind, | Sailin’ on a summer breeze | Skippin’ over the ocean like a stone.
Roberto Parra Sandoval 29.06.1921-†21.04.1995
Caramba, me matan el el veinticinco | Caramba, escucha madre mis quejas | Caramba, que noche tan silenciosa
Werewolf
I saw the werewolf, and the werewolf was crying | Cryin’ nobody knows, nobody knows, body knows | How I loved the man, as I teared off his clothes | Cryin’ nobody know, nobody knows my pain
Sendeschluss
Samstagnacht. Fast ohne Ton, | noch ein Spätfilm im Programm. | Irgend etwas mit einem Spion, | der durch Mauern schauen kann. |
Cadillacs und Crime und Sex. | Viel Klamauk und reichlich Stuß. | Mit Showdown und Happy-End | mit einem falschen Zungenkuß. | Halt so, wie man es von tausend Filmen kennt. | Danach dann endlich Sendeschluß.
calugas#29 Bach sin cello
Y lo peor es que tengo que luchar contra mi prédica de siempre, que lo único que tengo para juzgar son los ojos, que lo único que tenemos todos son esos dos ojos, y que es perentorio dar crédito a lo que se ve.
Fico Assim Sem Você
Avião sem asa, fogueira sem brasa | Sou eu assim sem você | Futebol sem bola, | Piu-Piu sem Frajola | Sou eu assim sem você
Pintando de azul el mar
seamos más, más y más y más | seamos peces seamos sal | seamos el mar | el mismo ser | la misma vida
Next Time, This Time
If you get to feelin’ all alone | When your good time friends have all got up and gone | Don’t come knockin’ around my door | Because I’ve heard your lines before |
While my guitar gently weeps
I don’t know why nobody told you
how to unfold you love
I don’t know how someone controlled you
they bought and sold you
Y no llegaste …
Y no llegaste a quererme, | eras mis cinco sentíos | qué desgrasiaíto he sío, | que he tenío que aborreserte | tanto como te he querío
Slave to the details, Leif Erikson
She swears I’m a slave to the details | But if your life is such a big joke, why should I care? | … She says brief things, her love’s a pony | My love’s subliminal
Interpol – Mascara
yes I sure miss the early days | I was so drunk | tied up in so many ways | looking for the sanctity of love cause | I might make you handsome | I might give you me
Pigs On The Wing
Sabes que me importa lo que pase contigo | Y yo sé que te importa también lo que pase conmigo | Y así no me siento solo | llevando la piedra | Ahora que he encontrado un lugar seguro | para enterrar mi hueso | Y cualquier tonto sabe que cada perro necesita su casa | un resguardo de los cerdos volando.
Madagascar Olodum
Criaram-se vários reinados | O ponto de Imerinas ficou consagrado | Ranbosalama o vetor saudável | Ivato cidade sagrada | A rainha Ranavalona destaca-se | na vida e na mocidade | Majestosa negra | Soberana da sociedade |
we all gotta duck
The Bird Has Flown
I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine. We talked until two and then she said, “it’s time for bed”.She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh. I told her I didn’t and crawled off to sleep in the bath.
May be you’re right
So maybe you’re right, and maybe you’re wrong | But I ain’t gonna argue with you no more | I’ve done it for too long.
Voces de mujeres: Mary Margaret O’Hara: To Cry About
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjbEmdR3zKk&feature=player_embedded#! Ignorar los primeros 30-35 segundos del video To Cry About Mary Margaret O’Hara You take a walk, I’ll be by your side You take my life, I’ll give you mine And you, you give me something To cry about Your in my heart, I’m in your hand You drop me off, I miss [...]
Be My Girl, Sally
I needed inspiration, a brand new start in life
Somewhere to place affection, but I didn’t want a wife
And then by lucky chance I saw in a special magazine
An ad that was unusual, the like I’d never seen
“Experience something different with our new imported toy
She’s loving, warm, inflatible and a guarantee of joy.”
All I Want
I am on a lonely road and I am traveling | Traveling, traveling, traveling | Looking for something, what can it be | Oh I hate you some, I hate you some, I love you some | Oh I love you when I forget about me |




