Ante el coma en el que se encuentra mi disco duro pensé (una muy triste comparación) "Así se ha de sentir perder un hijo" (que comparación más idiota) y todo eso me llevó a reflexiones interminables sobre lo que significa una perdida humana ya sea por el extremo mayor (muerte) o algo más "light" como perdida amorosa, amistosa o simplemente presencial. Lo que me lleva a mi primera verdadera perdida, Erika Taylor Miller Ku, mi maestra, mi gran amiga, bellisima mujer y excelente baterista, sin ella no sería lo que soy ahora, no cuestionaria todo y no me quejaría y seguiría siendo el mismo niño que pensaba que no existía mal en el mundo y se dejaba dañar por todos sin mencionar que probablemente sin ella ahora sería emo. Además, sin ella seguiría escuchando Westlife D: gracias a ella conosco Nine Inch Nails, Soilwork, Dimmu Borgir. Perdida no sustancial ya que quizás muy en el fondo los 2 sabemos que seguimos siendo amigos pero lo que se perdió fue el contacto. Ella está ahora en Monterrey estudiando felizmente médicina(o al menos eso creo). I do not know why, but, everytime i hear this songs she come into my thoughts.
Can't stop addicted to the shin dig
Cop top he says I'm gonna win big
Choose not a life of imitation
Distant cousin to the reservation
Defunkt the pistol that you pay for
This punk the feeling that you stay for
In time I want to be your best friend
Eastside love is living on the westend
Knock out but boy you better come to
Don't die you know the truth is some do
Go write your message on the pavement
Burnin' so bright I wonder what the wave meant
White heat is screaming in the jungle
Complete the motion if you stumble
Go ask the dust for any answers
Come back strong with 50 belly dancers
[Chorus:]
The world I love
The tears I drop
To be part of
The wave can't stop
Ever wonder if it's all for you
The world I love
The trains I hop
To be part of
The wave can't stop
Come and tell me when it's time to
Sweetheart is bleeding in the snowcone
So smart she's leading me to ozone
Music the great communicator
Use two sticks to make it in the nature
I'll get you into penetration
The gender of a generation
The birth of every other nation
Worth your weight the gold of meditation
This chapter's going to be a close one
Smoke rings I know your going to blow one
All on a spaceship persevering
Use my hands for everything but steering
Can't stop the spirits when they need you
Mop tops are happy when they feed you
J. Butterfly is in the treetop
Birds that blow the meaning into bebop
[Repeat Chorus]
Wait a minute I'm passing out
Win or lose just like you
Far more shocking
Than anything i ever knew
How about you
10 more reasons
Why i need somebody new just like you
Far more shocking than anything I ever knew
Right on cue
Can't stop addicted to the shin dig
Cop top he says I'm gonna win big
Choose not a life of imitation
Distant cousin to the reservation
Defunkt the pistol that you pay for
This punk the feeling that you stay for
In time I want to be your best friend
Eastside love is living on the westend
Knock out but boy you better come to
Don't die you know the truth is some do
Go write your message on the pavement
Burnin' so bright I wonder what the wave meant
Kick start the golden generator
Sweet talk but don't intimidate her
Can't stop the gods from engineering
Feel no need for any interfering
Your image in the dictionary
This life is more than ordinary
Can I get 2 maybe even 3 of these
Come from space
To teach you of the pliedes
Can't stop the spirits when they need you
This life is more than just a read thru
Bah, quizás esto es algo que nunca pensé llega a decir pero de las perdidas que más me dolieron fue haber perdido la amistad de Nohemi ._. hasta ahí lo voy a dejar, una posible legit friendship que eché a la basura por razones más allá de mi capacidad de memoria. Lo que me remonta a la canción por mucho más hermosa que he oido en toda mi vida (que nada que ver por cierto)
***pueden oir un fragmento en la dirección al final de la lyric.
Une chanson pour ici
Pour nous dire qu'on a refroidi
Une chanson en souvenir
Du temps qu'on voulait détruire
Un accord qui nous donne
Ce qu'on attend de l'automne
Quand y'a pus rien personne
Une chanson juste pour toi
Juste pour me dire grouille toi
Une chanson pour m'haïr
Parce que j'ai pus rien dire
Rien dire cet automne
Quand y serait temps qu'on frissonne
Parce qu'y a pus rien a personne
On voulait chanter dans la rue
Pour être moins perdus
Pis c'est la rue qu'on a perdue
Une chanson par ici
On n'a besoin ces temps-ci
Une chanson retenir
Comme on retient nos désirs
Va falloir qu'a soit bonne
Si on veut passer l'automne
Sans que rien manque personne
Une chanson d'un parti
Qui fait pus partie d'ici
Une chanson pour repartir
Loin du grand musée de cire
Excuse-moi de casser ton fun
Mais je me cherche une rime pour automne
Qui rime rien ni personne
Depuis que je sais ma terre est moi
L'autre y est en calvaire
Ben calvaire on va s'enterrer
Si c'est un rêve réveille-moi donc
Ça va être notre tour ça sera pas long
C'est par icitte que ça s'en vient
Finalmente, concluiré, perdidas, en general suck, perder el ánimo, perder un disco duro, perder un hijo, perder la paciencia, perder el humor, perder la capacidad de asombro, perder la cordura, perder las ganas, perder a un familiar, perder un amigo, perder un amante, perder un amor, perder a tu niña (LOL), perder el camino, perder el apetito sexual D:, perder tu sweater ..., perder tu usb, perderte en la fila de los algodones de ázucar, perderte en tu propio cuarto, perder tu sentido de orientación por la vida, perder la fe, perder oportunidades, perder el cabello, perder perder perder, perder en halo contra el pato D: ... que otra cosa se me ha perdido? espero que nekro siga la lista en los comentarios. En general, como en la canción que le sigue, espero que nunca les pasé (y si les ha pasado les compadezco por que se lo que es) perder a un familiar y aun ser querido es lo peor que puedes perder. Q cursi ando, damn Blackfield ...
Narrator:
No one was left who could remember how it had happened,how the world had fallen under darkness.
At least no one who would do anything.
No one who would oppose the robots.
No one who would challenge their power,
or so Dr. Wily believed...
Twenty Floors above the dark streets of the city, Dr. Light lived in a run-down tenement.
An eccentric and brilliant man.
Light was a loner, a thinker, a man of ideas.
Ideas forbidden in Wily's society.
The society for which he worked.
The society in which he lived.
The society that he would set free.
And so Light worked, far into the night, when the watchful eyes of Wily's robots weren't upon him.
He'd set his skillful hands to the task of creating a device to bring about a change, to create a machine to bring freedom, to create a man to save the world.
Twelve years Light worked and on a cold night in the year 200X, Protoman was born.
A perfet man, an unbeatable machine, hell-bent on destroying every evil standing between man and freedom, built for one purpose, to destroy Wily's army of evil robots. Ready, willing, prepared to fight
Cutman
Gutsman
Elecman
Bombman
Fireman
Iceman
Proto
Fireman:
Attack!
Narrator:
Fight.
And as the smoke cleared.
Wiley rose above the countless robots remaining. Protoman was wounded, low on energy, struggling to remain standing as Wily ordered the final attack.
The death of Protoman.
The crowd had gathered there to watch him fall, to watch their hopes destroyed.
They watched them beat him, they watched them break him, they watched his last defense deployed.
There was not a man among them who would let himself be heard.
But from the crowd, from the collective fear, arose these broken words:
We are the dead
We are the dead
Human Choir: What have we done?
Narrator: We are the dead
Human CHoir: What will we do?
Narrator: We are the dead
Human Choir: Where will we turn?
Narrator: We are the dead
Human Choir: Is there nothing we can do?
Narrator: We are the dead
Human Choir: How did it come to this?
Narrator: We are the dead
Human Choir: How did we go so wrong?
Narrator: We are the dead
Human Choir: We are the dead
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Can't Stop (bajalo en http://siamesenight.blogspot.com)
Can't stop addicted to the shin dig
Cop top he says I'm gonna win big
Choose not a life of imitation
Distant cousin to the reservation
Defunkt the pistol that you pay for
This punk the feeling that you stay for
In time I want to be your best friend
Eastside love is living on the westend
Knock out but boy you better come to
Don't die you know the truth is some do
Go write your message on the pavement
Burnin' so bright I wonder what the wave meant
White heat is screaming in the jungle
Complete the motion if you stumble
Go ask the dust for any answers
Come back strong with 50 belly dancers
[Chorus:]
The world I love
The tears I drop
To be part of
The wave can't stop
Ever wonder if it's all for you
The world I love
The trains I hop
To be part of
The wave can't stop
Come and tell me when it's time to
Sweetheart is bleeding in the snowcone
So smart she's leading me to ozone
Music the great communicator
Use two sticks to make it in the nature
I'll get you into penetration
The gender of a generation
The birth of every other nation
Worth your weight the gold of meditation
This chapter's going to be a close one
Smoke rings I know your going to blow one
All on a spaceship persevering
Use my hands for everything but steering
Can't stop the spirits when they need you
Mop tops are happy when they feed you
J. Butterfly is in the treetop
Birds that blow the meaning into bebop
[Repeat Chorus]
Wait a minute I'm passing out
Win or lose just like you
Far more shocking
Than anything i ever knew
How about you
10 more reasons
Why i need somebody new just like you
Far more shocking than anything I ever knew
Right on cue
Can't stop addicted to the shin dig
Cop top he says I'm gonna win big
Choose not a life of imitation
Distant cousin to the reservation
Defunkt the pistol that you pay for
This punk the feeling that you stay for
In time I want to be your best friend
Eastside love is living on the westend
Knock out but boy you better come to
Don't die you know the truth is some do
Go write your message on the pavement
Burnin' so bright I wonder what the wave meant
Kick start the golden generator
Sweet talk but don't intimidate her
Can't stop the gods from engineering
Feel no need for any interfering
Your image in the dictionary
This life is more than ordinary
Can I get 2 maybe even 3 of these
Come from space
To teach you of the pliedes
Can't stop the spirits when they need you
This life is more than just a read thru
Bah, quizás esto es algo que nunca pensé llega a decir pero de las perdidas que más me dolieron fue haber perdido la amistad de Nohemi ._. hasta ahí lo voy a dejar, una posible legit friendship que eché a la basura por razones más allá de mi capacidad de memoria. Lo que me remonta a la canción por mucho más hermosa que he oido en toda mi vida (que nada que ver por cierto)
***pueden oir un fragmento en la dirección al final de la lyric.
Depuis L'automne - Harmonium
Une chanson pour ici
Pour nous dire qu'on a refroidi
Une chanson en souvenir
Du temps qu'on voulait détruire
Un accord qui nous donne
Ce qu'on attend de l'automne
Quand y'a pus rien personne
Une chanson juste pour toi
Juste pour me dire grouille toi
Une chanson pour m'haïr
Parce que j'ai pus rien dire
Rien dire cet automne
Quand y serait temps qu'on frissonne
Parce qu'y a pus rien a personne
On voulait chanter dans la rue
Pour être moins perdus
Pis c'est la rue qu'on a perdue
Une chanson par ici
On n'a besoin ces temps-ci
Une chanson retenir
Comme on retient nos désirs
Va falloir qu'a soit bonne
Si on veut passer l'automne
Sans que rien manque personne
Une chanson d'un parti
Qui fait pus partie d'ici
Une chanson pour repartir
Loin du grand musée de cire
Excuse-moi de casser ton fun
Mais je me cherche une rime pour automne
Qui rime rien ni personne
Depuis que je sais ma terre est moi
L'autre y est en calvaire
Ben calvaire on va s'enterrer
Si c'est un rêve réveille-moi donc
Ça va être notre tour ça sera pas long
C'est par icitte que ça s'en vient
http://www.lastfm.es/music/Harmonium/_/Depuis+l%27Automne
o bajar el disco en:
http://siamesenight.blogspot.com
o bajar el disco en:
http://siamesenight.blogspot.com
Finalmente, concluiré, perdidas, en general suck, perder el ánimo, perder un disco duro, perder un hijo, perder la paciencia, perder el humor, perder la capacidad de asombro, perder la cordura, perder las ganas, perder a un familiar, perder un amigo, perder un amante, perder un amor, perder a tu niña (LOL), perder el camino, perder el apetito sexual D:, perder tu sweater ..., perder tu usb, perderte en la fila de los algodones de ázucar, perderte en tu propio cuarto, perder tu sentido de orientación por la vida, perder la fe, perder oportunidades, perder el cabello, perder perder perder, perder en halo contra el pato D: ... que otra cosa se me ha perdido? espero que nekro siga la lista en los comentarios. En general, como en la canción que le sigue, espero que nunca les pasé (y si les ha pasado les compadezco por que se lo que es) perder a un familiar y aun ser querido es lo peor que puedes perder. Q cursi ando, damn Blackfield ...
The Protomen - "Hope Rides Alone" (baja el disco completo en en http://siamesenight.blogspot.com)
Narrator:
No one was left who could remember how it had happened,how the world had fallen under darkness.
At least no one who would do anything.
No one who would oppose the robots.
No one who would challenge their power,
or so Dr. Wily believed...
Twenty Floors above the dark streets of the city, Dr. Light lived in a run-down tenement.
An eccentric and brilliant man.
Light was a loner, a thinker, a man of ideas.
Ideas forbidden in Wily's society.
The society for which he worked.
The society in which he lived.
The society that he would set free.
And so Light worked, far into the night, when the watchful eyes of Wily's robots weren't upon him.
He'd set his skillful hands to the task of creating a device to bring about a change, to create a machine to bring freedom, to create a man to save the world.
Twelve years Light worked and on a cold night in the year 200X, Protoman was born.
A perfet man, an unbeatable machine, hell-bent on destroying every evil standing between man and freedom, built for one purpose, to destroy Wily's army of evil robots. Ready, willing, prepared to fight
Cutman
Gutsman
Elecman
Bombman
Fireman
Iceman
Proto
Fireman:
Attack!
Narrator:
Fight.
And as the smoke cleared.
Wiley rose above the countless robots remaining. Protoman was wounded, low on energy, struggling to remain standing as Wily ordered the final attack.
The death of Protoman.
The crowd had gathered there to watch him fall, to watch their hopes destroyed.
They watched them beat him, they watched them break him, they watched his last defense deployed.
There was not a man among them who would let himself be heard.
But from the crowd, from the collective fear, arose these broken words:
We are the dead
We are the dead
Human Choir: What have we done?
Narrator: We are the dead
Human CHoir: What will we do?
Narrator: We are the dead
Human Choir: Where will we turn?
Narrator: We are the dead
Human Choir: Is there nothing we can do?
Narrator: We are the dead
Human Choir: How did it come to this?
Narrator: We are the dead
Human Choir: How did we go so wrong?
Narrator: We are the dead
Human Choir: We are the dead
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