the rule of seduction is never fall in love: 10/29/08

miércoles, 29 de octubre de 2008

A beautiful thing
Taking you away
My head is spinning)
My girl
Tried to stop me
But I had
A taste of you
Unfamiliar
Surroundings
Left me wanting
Something new
Physical
Ain't even my type
But you're one
Of a kind
So subconsciously
On purpose
I left my coat behind
I can't help it
Need to stop it
All that I put
Myself through
Everyone
Is so denying
Yeah
It's nice
To meet you, too
I hate
My alcoholic logic
As I write
This on the train
Victoria's Secret
In my bag
And my thighs
Ache again
Last night tips
Into my mind
Through the puddle
In my head
I always get
What I want
I think I even said
I can't help it
Need to stop it
All that I put
Myself through
Everyone
Is so denying
Yeah
It's nice
To meet you, too
Although I enjoyed it
I should have tied up
My loose ends
But I left my jacket
With you
And you know my friends
So maybe
You will get my number
Or ask them
When I'm ached down
But I may have
Forgotten you
By the next time
I'm in town
I can't help it
Need to stop it
All that I put
Myself through
Everyone
Is so denying
Yeah
It's nice
To meet you, too

Amy Winehouse - Alcoholic Logic

A.Y.NOT DEAD

My Louis Vouiton

Christian Lacroix

KATE'S C H A N E L

You’re Stephanie and I'm Paulette

You know what all my faces mean

And it's easy to smoke it up, forget

Everything that happened in between

Amy Winehouse - Best friend

You should be stronger than meyou've been here seven years longer than medon't you know you supposed to be the man?not pale in comparison to who you think i amyou always wanna talk it through - i don't carei always have to comfort you when i'm therebut that's what i need you to do - stroke my haircause i've forgotten all of young love's joyfeel like a lady, and you my lady boy.

Today my bird flew awaygone to find her big blue jaystarlight before she took flighti sung a lullaby of bird land everynightsung for my ava everynightAva was the morning, now she's goneshe's reborn like sarah vaughanin the sanctuary she has foundbirds surround her sweet sounand ava flies in paradiseWith dread i woke in my bedto shooting pains up in my headlovebird, my beautiful birdspoken 'til one day she couldn't be heardshe just stopped singingAva was the morning, now she's goneshe's reborn like sarah vaughanin the sanctuary she has foundbirds surround her sweet sounand ava flies in paradise
Amy Winehouse - october song

Sin tener que rendirte cuentas

Y voy a reir y decirte cuanto me lastimaste,cuantas lagrimas desperdicie y cuanto tiempo perdí pensando que tal vez podía contar con vos. Tambien voy a ser mas fuerte que vos y es así como te voy a demostrar que sin vos tambien puedo,y tal vez mas de lo que esperabas. Me equivoqué,es algo que suelo hacer,pero no me importa,supongo que de eso se trata vivir,de perder pero saber levantarce sin que nadie ni nada detenga tu adrenalina, y así voy a llegar donde siempre quise estar y no solo eso,sino que también le voy a demostrar a todos aquellos quienes se rieron de mi eso que nadie imagina.Si,ademas sé que no falta tanto para ser completamente feliz,lo sé. Y más feliz voy a ser cuando no tenga que agradecerte nada.

Silencio

Quise enseñarte cosas que nisiquiera yo sé, pero estaba segura de que los dos podríamos llegar a adivinar que quiere decir lo que ambos sentimos. Fui capaz de darme otra oportunidad y dejar de ser pesimista por un rato. Confié en un Nosotros y no en un Vos y Yo. Soñé con inmensidades y hasta en un Te amo. Creí que juntos iba a encontrar la felicidad que tanto me faltaba, pero otra vez creo que volví a caér y tan bajo que ahora si estoy segura de no volver a todo eso que es lindo solo mientras dura.

Radiohead - creep

When you were here before couldn't look you in the eye you're just like an angel your skin makes me cry you float like a feather in a beautiful world i wish i was special you're so fuckin' special but i'm a creep, i'm a weirdo. what the hell am i doing here? i don't belong here. I don't care if it hurts i want to have control i want a perfect body i want a perfect soul i want you to notice when i'm not around you're so fuckin' special i wish i was special But i'm a creep, i'm a weirdo. what the hell am i doing here? i don't belong here. She's running out again, she's running out she's run run run running out... Whatever makes you happy whatever you want you're so fuckin' special i wish i was special... But i'm a creep, i'm a weirdo, what the hell am i doing here? i don't belong here. i don't belong here.

andrés calamaro - malena

Malena canta el tango como ningunay en cada verso pone su corazónal yuyo de suburbio su voz perfuma.Malena tiene penas de bandoneón.tal vez allá, en la infancia, su voz de alondratomo ese tono oscuro de callejón;o acaso aquel romance que solo nombracuando se pone triste con el alcohol...Malena canta el tango con voz de sombra;Malena tiene pena de bandoneón. Tu cancióntiene el frío del ultimo encuentro.Tu canciónse hace amarga en la sal del recuerdo.Yo no sesi tu voz es la flor de una pena;solo seque al rumor de tus tangos, Malena,te siento más buena,más buena que yo.Tus tangos son criaturas abandonadasque cruzan sobre el barro del callejóncuando todas las puertas están cerradasy ladran los fantasmas de la canción.Malena canta el tango con voz quebrada;Malena tiene pena de bandoneón.