You've got to make a difference on your own

Look at the blueprints as they disappear
Gaze at the blank space filled with all our fears
To make a move could mean devastation
To take a chance is the way to face them
Making a choice to take a different road

You want a revolution?
You've got to make a difference on your own
You want a revolution?
Stand up, stand out and make it known

A new state, renovation
A new day, brings rejuvenation
These days, another way no replay
No replay, I think about it this way
Time's up, how can I say that's okay?
Too late, I should've, could've maybe
Why wait when in the end it could be my last big mistake?

You want a revolution?
You've got to make a difference on your own
You want a revolution?
Stand up, stand out and make it known

Face first, new days, choices we've made
Face first, new days, the choices we make
Face first our ability to choose
I make a change instead of saying that it's just fine
Time to open up and time to realize
You can make a difference if you try

You want a revolution?
You've got to make a difference on your own
You want a revolution?
Stand up, stand out and make it known
You've got to stand up and make it known
You want a revolution?

para mi sería el vici d'escoltar música

el vicio de escuchar música, eso me quedaría perfecto y lo que quiero compartir es un pequéño reportaje que le hace TV3 a Silvio Rodríguez que se llama el vici de cantar

i guess it's just as well

a year from now we'll all be gone
all our friends will move away
and they're going to better places
but our friends will be gone away


nothing is as it has been
and i miss your face like hell
and i guess it's just as well
but i miss your face like hell


been talking bout the way things change
and my family lives in a different state
and if you don't know what to make of this
then we will not relate
so if you don't know what to make of this
then we will not relate


rivers and roads
rivers and roads
rivers 'til i reach you

si no volvió es porque ya te olvidó

he escuchado versiones de Mercedes Sosa, León Gieco, Jorge Drexler, Los Chalchaleros y mucho más, pero creo que me quedo con la del autor, aunque todas son muy buenas.

Yo no canto por vos,
te canta la zamba
y dice, al cantar,
no te puedo olvidar,
no te puedo olvidar.


Yo no canto por vos,
te canta la zamba
y cantando así
canta para mí,
canta para mí.


Zambita cantá,
no la esperes más;
tenés que pensar
que si no volvió
es porque ya te olvidó.
Perfuma esa flor
que se marchitó,
que se marchitó.


Yo tuve un amor,
lo dejé esperando,
y cuando volví
no lo conocí,
no lo conocí.


Dijo que, tal vez,
me estuviera amando;
me miró y se fue
sin decir por qué,
sin decir por qué.

days pass and this emptiness fills my heart

love I get so lost, sometimes
days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
when I want to run away
I drive off in my car
but whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are

all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside

in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
the heat I see in your eyes

love, I don't like to see so much pain
so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive

and all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside

in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light,
the heat I see in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes

bandas de las que ya me harté

Sí, bandas de las que ya estoy harto verlas en vivo sólo a través de youtube, aquí les dejo la lista

Taking Back Sunday

Anti-flag

A New Found Glory

Dropkick Murphys

Death Cab for Cutie

Este año sólo estos me emocionaría ver. Bueno si regresa Pearl Jam haría un esfuerzo por verlos

What are you doing New Year’s Eve?

Maybe it’s much too early in the game
Ah, but I thought I’d ask you just the same
What are you doing New Year’s
New Year’s Eve?


Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight
When it’s exactly twelve o’clock that night
Welcoming in the New Year
New Year’s Eve


Maybe I’m crazy to suppose
I’d ever be the one you chose
Out of a thousand invitations
You’d receive


Ah, but in case I stand one little chance
Here comes the jackpot question in advance
What are you doing New Year’s
New Year’s Eve?


Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight
When it’s exactly twelve o’clock that night
Welcoming in the New Year
New Year’s Eve


What are you doing New Year’s Eve?

I can't react

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out


Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You'll make it now


Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won


Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice


You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing it loud

It's some kind that leaves me alone, you know

You ever hear the story of Mr. Faded Glory?
Say he who rides a pony must someday fall
I've been talkin' to my alter, says "Life is what you make it
And if you make it death well rest your soul away, away, away"

It's a broken kind of feeling, she'd have to tie me to the ceiling
A bad moon's comin', better say your prayers
I wanna tell her that I love her, but does it really matter?
I just can't stand to see you dragging down again, again, again

So I'm singing, oh this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's some kind that leaves me alone, you know
Oh this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves me alone

I used to treat you like a lady, now you're my substitute teacher
This bottle's not a pretty, not a pretty sight
I owe the man some money, so I'm turnin over honey
Yes, Mr. Faded Glory is once again doin' time, yeah

This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves me alone
Now this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that, it's the kind that

Leaves me alone
Like a crown of thorns
It's all who you know
So don't burn your bridges, woman
'Cause someday, yeah

So I'm singing
This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves you alone, yeah
This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that, kind that leaves me alone

Like a crown of thorns
It's all who you know
Come on, come on, come on
Don't burn your bridges, woman

My life has become a boring pop song

(And today was a day just like any other)

I'm on the verge, I'm on the verge

Unraveling with every word

With every word you say, make me believe

That I won't feel your tires on the street

As I'm finding the words... you're getting away

I come undone, oh yes, I do

Just think of all the thoughts wasted on you

And every word you say, say something sweet

Cause all I taste is blood between my teeth

As I'm finding the words... you're getting away

Well I'm ready, I'm ready to drop

Oh, I'm ready, I'm ready so don't stop

I'm ready so don't stop, Keep pushing

I'm ready to fall, oh, I'm ready

I'm ready so don't call, I'm ready so don't call

I am aware, I've been misled

I disconnect my heart, my head

Don't wanna recognize when things go bad

The things that you'll accept

Except that I am finding the words... to say

I'm ready, I'm ready to drop

Oh oh oh oh oh, I'm ready

I'm ready so don't stop

I'm ready so don't stop

(I wake up to find it's another

Four aspirin morning, and I dive in

I put on the same clothes I wore yesterday.

When did society decide that we had to change

And wash a tee shirt after every individual use:

If it's not dirty, I'm gonna wear it.

I take the stairs to the car

And there's fog on the windows.

(And I'm Fighting the words...)

I need caffeine in my blood stream,

I take caffeine in the blood stream.

I grip the wheel and all at once I realize:

(And you're getting away...)

My life has become a boring pop song

And everyone's singing along.)

Well, I'm ready, to drop, well, I'm ready

I'm ready so don't stop, oh

Well, keep pushing, I'm ready to fall

Well, I'm ready, I'm ready so don't call

I'm ready so don't call, oh... oh... oh...