viernes, 23 de mayo de 2008

Lay Me Low - Nick Cave

simplemente una canción que me emociona, con una voz al parecer astiada y furiosa. good. Y de acá aparecen esas razones de querer aprender ingles

martes, 20 de mayo de 2008

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un poco de humor.

El primero es kenny en un viaje alucinojeno con orina de gato ... un viaje por el espacio y en un planeta donde "el simbolo" pareciera ser un seno ... si ... si, si. Basta de aguilas, de leones, de esvasticas, de cruces, de circulos, de libros, de ojos, de soles, de dioses supermaquillados ... ¡un seno! lo más. a por ellos.
Luego un bailecito del bueno de Butters, chistoso por la ingenuidad del personaje y el muy bien hecho video que a más de un gay debe representar. i say what what.
Grande Parker and Stone and long life

lunes, 19 de mayo de 2008

Where The Wild Roses Grow





El machote oscuro de Nick Cave con la dulce y ... Kyle Minogue (o como se escriba)

y para que sigan la buena letra de este video donde Nick asesina a la linda de Elisa Day por ser ¡demasiado bella!


They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild

When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face

[Chorus]

On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?"

On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, "If I show you the roses, will you follow?"

[Chorus]

On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt (stood smiling) above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

inaguración

ahora inicio ésta nueva página como quien inicia una nueva vida. se dan vuela las demás páginas o mejor dicho las anteriores páginas blog y se insta por èsta. ¡ Y ese es motivo de celebración! ¡viva! habrimos los champagnes, invitamos a todos los bloggers y celebramos. ¡celebremos! ¡salud!