| 22 de enero de 2007 |
| The Point of No Return |
PHANTOM
Past the point of no return -
no backward glances:
our games of make belive
are at an end . . .
Past all thought of "if" or "when" -
no use resisting:
abandon thought,
and let the dream descend . . .
What raging fireshall flood the soul?
What rich desire unlocks its door?
What sweet seduction lies before us . . .?
Past the point of no return,
the final threshold, what warm,
unspoken secrets will we learn?
Beyond the point
of no return . . .
CHRISTINE
You have brought me to that moment
where words run dry, to that moment
where speech disappears into silence,
silence . . .
I have come here, hardly knowing
the reason why . . .
In my mind, I've already
imagined our bodies entwining
defenceless and silent -
and now I am here with you:
no second thoughts, I've decided,
decided . . .
Past the point of no return
no going back now:
our passion-play has now, at last,
begun . . .
Past all thought of right or wrong -
one final question:
how long should we two wait, before
we're one . . .?
When will the blood begin to race
the sleeping bud burst into bloom?
When will the flames, at last, consume
us . . .?
BOTH
Past the point of no return
the final threshold, the bridge
is crossed, so stand and watch it burn . . .
We've past the point of no return
PHANTOM
Say you'll share with me one
love, one lifetime . . .
Lead me, save me from my solitude . . .
Say you want me with you,
here beside you . . .
Anywhere you go let me go too,
Christine that's all I ask of . . .
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| Under the Weather |
Under the Weather - KT Tunstall
 Under this national rain cloud
I'm getting soaked to the skin
Trying to find my umbrella
But I don't know where to begin
And it's simply irrational weather
Can't even hear myself think
Constantly bailing out water
But still feel like I'm gonna sink
Coz I'm under the weather
Just like the world
So sorry for being so bold
When I turn out the light
You're out of sight
Although I know that I'm not alone
Feels like home Feels like home
You say you feel like a natural person
You haven't got nothing to hide
So why do you feel imperfection
Cut like a sword in your side
Coz you're under the weather
Just like the world
So sorry for being so bold
When I turn out the light
You're out of sight
Although I know that I'm not alone
Feels like home
Coz I'm under the weather
Just like the world
And I need somebody to hold
When I turn out the light
You're out of sight
Although I know that I'm not alone
Feels like home
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| posted by Mecha @ 12:12 |
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| 18 de enero de 2007 |
| These foolish things |
These foolish things - Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Amstrong
Oh will you never let me be?
Oh will you never set me free?
The ties that bound us are still around us
There´s no escape that I can see
And still those little things remain
That bring me happiness or pain
A cigarette that bares a lipstick's traces
An airline ticket to romantic places
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things remind me of you.
A tinkling piano in the next apartment
Those stumblin'words That told you what my heart meant
A fairground's painted swings
These foolish things
remind me of you.
You came,
You saw,
You conquered me
When you did that to me
I knew somehow this had to be
The winds of March That made my heart a dancer
A telephone that rings But who's to answer
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things
Remind me of you
First daffodils
And long excited cables
And candle lights
on little corner tables
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things remind me of you
The park at evening
When the bell has sounded
The Isle de France
With all the gulls around it
The beauty that is spring
These foolish things
Remind me of you
How strange,
How sweet,
To find you still,
These things are dear to me
They seem to bring you near to me
The sigh of midnight trains
At empty stations
Silk stockings thrown aside
Dance invitations
Oh how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things
Remind me of you
Gardenia perfume
Lingering on a pillow
Wild strawberries
Only seven francs a kilo
And still my heart has wings,
These foolish things,
Remind me of you
The smile of Garbo
And the scent of roses
The waiters whistling
As the last bar closes
The song that Crosby sings
These foolish things
Remind me of you
How strange
How sweet
To find you still
These things are dear to me
They seem to bring you near to me
The scent of smoldering leaves
The wail of steamers
Two lovers on the street
Who walk like dreamers
Oh how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things
Remind me of you.
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| posted by Mecha @ 19:14 |
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| El Abominable Hombre de las Nieves |
Hermoso tema de Los TipitosTiene ese no se que, que me hace amarla demasiado. Muy recomendada =)Los Tipitos - El Abominable Hombre De Las Nieves Lyrics El viento me tráe la voz de algún periodista implacablePero sé que mi corazónsabrá para donde ha de llevarmeFotos que están bienManchas que no hay, algo en que creerBlanco y panza al solDonde puedo crecer, nieveen los piezNo nesesito a nadie demostrar si existo o no aquí estoy en fauna no tropicalA veces me pregunto por quéEl viento me tráe la voz de algún periodista implacablePero sé que mi corazónsabrá para donde ha de llevarmeAlto cáe el sol Y la noche se cierra sobre míLibre del dolor, caigo como el solCaigo hasta dormirNo nesesito a nadie demostrar si existo o no Aqui estoy en fauna no tropicalA veces me pregunto por quéno habré nacido un día en TucumánO ser un Maya super starY aunque me cueste creér soy abominableSaswashllevo este nombre así por tierrade sus honorariosVida, mi simple y pobre vidaMueve su trite drenario mental
http://rapidshare.com/files/12283299/07-El_abominable_hombre_de_las_nieves.mp3.html
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| The Start |
Blog para poner canciones que por algun motivo crea q merecen estar aca.
Quizas hasta descubran la belleza de alguna banda q nunca habian escuchado ^^ |
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