She was the lady of the room
She use a nice red dress
Her shoulder was my magic place
Her legs with hair and dry as hell
But fascinating like a muse of a drunk man
And I tell her …Bitch
She was a bitch, the prettiest one
With a cold sexy style
And the way She pronounced her name
with a corrosive tone and naughty voice
She drives me fast in the only way that She knows best
The smell of her crotch wasn’t classy
But nothing more that just fantastic
Like the song of an old snake
She was the most crazy red apple
And the way She takes me in her arms
Makes me feel the lucky one
She was my bitch
My beautiful star in the worst sky
lunes, 14 de abril de 2008
domingo, 13 de abril de 2008
EMO SONG
I need more money
I need a car
Keneddy is death
And there’s no walls where I can hide
Leave a piece of shit
Give a chaotic place
Oh dad make me an awful world to share
Oh mom don’t expect anything for me
Don’t make the liberty a prison to me
Put me restrictions to then I could escape
I want the worst example
I’m not brave at all I’m just a kid
I have a lot to lose and no fight to do
I have many tears and no reason to cry
I don’t understand Marx neither Kant
I just need a car and a new nice guitar
I want the worst example
Give me the worst example
I’m in the meddle
I need a life
I need the worst example
I need a car
Keneddy is death
And there’s no walls where I can hide
Leave a piece of shit
Give a chaotic place
Oh dad make me an awful world to share
Oh mom don’t expect anything for me
Don’t make the liberty a prison to me
Put me restrictions to then I could escape
I want the worst example
I’m not brave at all I’m just a kid
I have a lot to lose and no fight to do
I have many tears and no reason to cry
I don’t understand Marx neither Kant
I just need a car and a new nice guitar
I want the worst example
Give me the worst example
I’m in the meddle
I need a life
I need the worst example
cancion sin musica
I was 15 when I got pregnant
Life is not easy in many ways
I want a child in other age
I want a father with other face
Life is not easy in many ways
And I don´t need another sad story
I don´t need a book for unhappy mothers
Because life is not easy in any way
I was 17 and I was a junkie
I was 18 when I finally achieved my dream
Why hasn’t it made me happy?
Cause life is a lie and dreams are ideas that we can’t make real
Life is not easy o maybe is too easy
I have many roads and no one takes me home
I have 20 cigarettes in my pocket
And family dinners where I’ve never been sober
Life is not easy
Life is too easy
Life is life
And I say fuck off to our times.
Life is not easy in many ways
I want a child in other age
I want a father with other face
Life is not easy in many ways
And I don´t need another sad story
I don´t need a book for unhappy mothers
Because life is not easy in any way
I was 17 and I was a junkie
I was 18 when I finally achieved my dream
Why hasn’t it made me happy?
Cause life is a lie and dreams are ideas that we can’t make real
Life is not easy o maybe is too easy
I have many roads and no one takes me home
I have 20 cigarettes in my pocket
And family dinners where I’ve never been sober
Life is not easy
Life is too easy
Life is life
And I say fuck off to our times.
miércoles, 2 de abril de 2008
Fatality
This is our last time to say goodbye
Yesterday I didn’t know why
Here I am and there is the crowd
I can’t find the words for a broken heart
We are in the same mountain
Under the same blue sky
You look up and I look down
I saw a rabbit that ran and ran
And here in the distance You are still not mine
There in the road a man will sing
The words of the lord that we don’t hear
And after tomorrow the time will say…
Fuck you, my lovely girl
Goodbye … mountain in the clouds
The fat old lady screams a lie
the nobody people wait and clam
for wax in the legs and a cold bon ice.
Goodbyee…mountain in the clouds
Yesterday I didn’t know why
Here I am and there is the crowd
I can’t find the words for a broken heart
We are in the same mountain
Under the same blue sky
You look up and I look down
I saw a rabbit that ran and ran
And here in the distance You are still not mine
There in the road a man will sing
The words of the lord that we don’t hear
And after tomorrow the time will say…
Fuck you, my lovely girl
Goodbye … mountain in the clouds
The fat old lady screams a lie
the nobody people wait and clam
for wax in the legs and a cold bon ice.
Goodbyee…mountain in the clouds
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