Tuesday, September 28, 2010

She's unstoppable, unpredictable

Blink-182 - Please take me home

Oh no it happened again,
she's cool, she's hot, she's my friend
I tried for hours if so,
you leave me no where to go

She's unstoppable, unpredictable
I'm so jaded, calculated, wrong

Please take me home, too late, it's gone
I bet you're sad, this is the best time we ever had

I hope, hope that it lasts,
give in, forget the past
Be strong when things fall apart,
honest this breaks my heart

She's unstoppable, unpredictable
I'm so jaded, calculated, wrong

Please take me home, too late, it's gone
I bet you're sad, this is the best time we ever had
Please take me home, too late, it's gone
I bet you're sad, this is the best time we ever had

Why did we have to go date?
It's too easy to complicate
Be strong when things fall apart
be strong when things fall apart
honest this breaks my heart
it's so hard

Let's go!

Please take me home, too late, it's gone
I bet you're sad, this is the best time we ever had
Please take me home, too late, it's gone
I bet you're sad, this is the best time we ever had

Wednesday, September 08, 2010

if you've got an impulse let it out!

The sound of settling - Death cab for cutie

I've got a hunger
Twisting my stomach into knots
That my tongue was tied off

My brain's repeating
"if you've got an impulse let it out"
But they never make it past my mouth.

Baa bah, this is the sound of settling
Baa bah, baa bah

Our youth is fleeting
Old age is just around the bend
And i can't wait to go grey

And i'll sit and wonder
Of every love that could've been
If i'd only thought of something charming to say.

Baa bah, this is the sound of settling
Baa bah, baa bah

I've got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots.

Monday, September 06, 2010

todo tiene su tiempo tanto lo dulce como lo amargo

tla letra es de Jorje Drexler, pero la canta la maravillosa María Rita

Mi canto no es más que un mal intento
De alejarte un instante de mi pensamiento

Pasan los meses
Como pasa el rumor de un río
Cambian la estaciones
Y no se me pasa el frío
Sigo esperando
Encontrar una manera
De acostrumbrarme a esta casa
En la que nadie me espera

Si dejaras entrar un rayo de luz
Y sintieras tan solo una vez
Lo que yo siento
Sabrías que

Mi canto no es más que un mal intento
De alejarte un instante de mi pensamiento

Y fuimos por unos meses
Dos ingredientes de una receta
Fuimos dos flores distintas en una misma maceta
Y todo tiene su tiempo
Tanto lo dulce como lo amargo
No hay pena ni gloria
Que un día no pase de largo

Si dejaras entrar un rayo de luz
Y sintieras tan solo una vez
Lo que yo siento
Sabrías que

Mi canto no es más que un mal intento
De alejarte un instante de mi pensamiento

Friday, September 03, 2010

I'm swimming through the stereo

Jack's Mannequin: The Mixed Tape

This is morning
That's when I spend the most time
Thinking 'bout what I've given up
This is a warning
When you start the day just to close the curtains
You're thinking 'bout what I've given up

Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo
I'm writing you a symphony of sound
Where are you now?
As I rearrange the songs again
This mix could burn a hole in anyone
But it was you I was thinking of

I read your letter
The one you left when you broke into my house
Retracing every step you made
And you said you meant it
And there's a piece of me in every single
Second of every single day
But if it's true then tell me how it got this way

Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo
I'm writing you a symphony of sound
Where are you now?
As I rearrange the songs again
This mix could burn a hole in anyone
But it was you I was thinking of

And I can't get to you
I can't get to you
I can't get to you (you, you)

Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo
I conduct a symphony of sound
Where are you now?
As I'm cutting through you track by track
I swear to God this mix could sink the sun
But it was you I was thinking of

And where are you now?
And where are you now?

And this is my mixed tape for her
It's like I wrote every note
With my own fingers