domingo, 16 de diciembre de 2007

[(((Photosounds)))][Diciembre][2007]

[ChOrCh][Photo:Pablo]
[Muse]
[Absolution]
[Apocalypse Please]



declare this an emergency

come on and spread a sense of urgency
and pull us through

and pull us through
and this is the end
this is the end of the world

it's time we saw a miracle
come on it's time for something biblical

to pull us through
and pull us through
and this is the end
this is the end of the world

proclaim eternal victory
come on and change the course of history
and pull us through
and pull us through
and this is the end
this is the end of the world



[Photo:ChOrCh]

[Radiohead]
[OK Computer]
[Paranoid Android]



Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest
From all the unborn chicken voices in my head
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)

When I am king, you will be first against the wall
With your opinion which is of no consequence at all
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but no android)
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but no android)

Ambition makes you look pretty ugly
Kicking and squealing gucci little piggy
You don't remember
You don't remember
Why don't you remember my name?
Off with his head, man
Off with his head, man
Why don't you remember my name?
I guess he does....

Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height... height...
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height... height...
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me

TThat's it, sir
You're leaving
The crackle of pigskin
The dust and the screaming
The yuppies networking
The panic, the vomit
The panic, the vomit
God loves his children, God loves his children, yeah!


[Mistery Man][Photo:Pablo]
[Refused]
[The Shape Of Punk To Come]
[
New Noise]



Can I scream? Yeah!
We lack the motion to move to the new beat
We lack the motion to move to the new beat

It's here for us to admire if we can afford the beauty of it
Can afford the luxury of turning our heads
Adjust that thousand dollars smile and behold the creation of man
Great words won't cover ugly actions - good frames won't save bad paintings

We lack the motion to move to the new beat. Yeah!
We lack... motion
When the day is over - Hey! - the doors are locked on us
Money buys the access - and we can't pay the cost
And how can we expect anyone to listen if we are using the same old voice?
We need new noise - new art for the real people

We dance to all the wrong songs
We enjoy all the wrong moves
We dance to all the wrong songs
We're not leading
We dance to all the wrong songs
We enjoy all the wrong moves
We dance to all the wrong songs
We're not, we're not, we're not, we're not, we're not, we're not...
Leading

We dance - all the wrong songs
We enjoy - all the wrong moves
We dance - all the wrong songs

We dance - all the wrong songs
We enjoy - all the wrong moves
We dance - all the wrong songs

Here we go!

We dance to all the wrong songs
We enjoy all the wrong moves
We dance to all the wrong songs
We're not leading. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!
The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!
The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!
The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!
Thank you.





[Photo:ChOrCh]
[Bright Eyes]
[Cassadaga]
[
I Must Belong Somewhere]



Leave the bright blue door on the whitewashed wall
Leave the death ledger under city hall
Leave the joyful air in that rubber ball today

Just leave the lilac print on the linen sheet
Leave the birds you killed at your father's feet
Let the sideways rain in the crooked street remain

Leave the whimpering dog in his cold kennel
Leave the dead starlet on her pedestal
Leave the acid kids in their green fishbowls today

Leave the sad guitar in its hardshell case
Leave the worried look on your lover's face
Let the orange embers in the fireplace remain

'Cause everything it must belong somewhere
A train off in the distance, bicycle chained to the stairs
Everything it must belong somewhere
I know that now, that's why I'm staying here

Leave the ocean's roar in the turquoise shell
Leave the widower in his private hell
Leave the liberty in that broken bell today

Just leave the epic poem on its yellowed page
Leave the gray macaw in his covered cage
Let the traveling band on the interstate remain

'Cause everything it must belong somewhere
Sound stage in California, televisions in Times Square
Yeah, everything it must belong somewhere
I know that now, that's why I'm staying here
Well I know that now, that's why I'm staying here

Leave the secret talks on the trundle bed
Leave the garden tools in that rusted shed
Leave those bad ideas in your troubled head today

Just leave the restless ghost in his old hotel
Leave the homeless man in that cardboard cell
Let the painted horse on the carousel remain

'Cause everything it must belong somewhere
Just like the gold around her finger or the silver in his hair
Yeah, everything it must belong somewhere
I know that now, that's why I'm staying here
Oh I know that now, that's why I'm staying here

In truth the forest hears each sound
Each blade of grass as it lies down
The world requires no audience
No witnesses, no witnesses

Leave the old town drunk on his wooden stool
Leave the autumn leaves in their swimming pool
Leave the poor black child in his crumbling school today

Leave the novelist in his daydream tune
Leave the scientist in her Rubik's cube
Let the true genius in the padded room remain

Leave the horse's hair on the slanted bow
Leave the slot machines on the riverboat
Leave the cauliflower in the casserole today

Just leave the hot bright trash in the shopping malls
Leave the hawks of war in their capitols
Let the organ's moan in the cathedral remain

'Cause everything it must belong somewhere
They locked the Devil in the basement, threw God up into the air
Yeah, everything it must belong somewhere
You know it's true, I wish you'd leave me here
Now you know it's true, why don't you leave me here?



[Pablo][Photo:ChOrCh]

[Deftones]
[White Pony]
[Feiticiera]



stop I'm drunk
but I'm off my knees
the police stopped chasing
I'm her new cool meat
she pops the trunk
and she removes me
and a machine that takes
pictures of us
now my jaw and my teeth hurt
I'm choking from gnawing on the ball
and just before I come to move to
the back of the car she makes me
touch the machine
new murderer
first untie me
untie me for now
you said you would, right?
and you were right
(soon I'll let you go)
soon this will be all over
well I hope soon
she sang
so she sang
(soon I'll let you go)









4 comentarios:

vikydc dijo...

no puedo comentar xq no soy blogger? q clase de discriminación es esa?

habilitá la otra opción ya!
es más, yo queiro firmar anónimo! (por el ismple hecho de q no se puede)

y sí! escribo mal y invierto las letras en la palabras (soy re consciente!), no se si es por mis dedos mochos, xq soy disléxica o xq tengo me andan mal las neuronas... q más da, se me entiende casi siempre...

la idea del post es reivindicar el derecho de igualdad q tenemos nosotros, las personas a las q no les dan la bolas (o la cabeza) para tener un blog q uno mismo o la gente considere interesante, gracioso, odioso, visitable o q x lo menos despierte algo en alguien.

(anónimo!)

vikydc dijo...

por cierto, q buneo q tenés blog!
a mi me gustan pila los blogs...
siempre y cuando no sean mios!
x eso no tengo, pero ya dije xq...

besos!

:)

Chorch Almendras dijo...

tenes que tener una cuenta de gmail para firmar.
me alegro que te guste[n].

El Viejo Godofredo dijo...

La del Mistery Man tenía que ir con un tema del Odelay de Beck.

¡Muy bueno el blog!

Continúe.