dark thoughts

Not one word, Or gestures, or looks passionate No sign of kisses you gave me earlier up at dawn ... Not one of smiles why each night and every day sob these eyes where you look now ... As a toy that crashes into a wall, I go to find and lose myself in I seek an opportunity, a miracle a spell: turn your beautiful and handsome to me. Before the eyes that one day I looked I put my back and a few steps and pointed my mouth while another defeat says 'never again' ... ...

C I N T H Y A L O R E N A V A R G A S.

You better get up out the way, Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say, Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway Now I see that motherfucker writing' on the wall
When you see, J-3-T,Thirty D bra, Fuck those haters I see, Cause I hate that you breathe,
I see you duck, You little punk, You little fucking disease,
I got H.U. tatted on the front of my arm, Boulevard, Brass knuckles in the back of the car,
Cause we drunk drive Cadillac’s- we never go far, And when you see us motherfuckers ,better know who we are .I got one thing to say to punk asses who hate,
Motherfuckers who don't know what, You better watch what you say. From these industry fucks,
To these faggot ass punks, You don't know what it takes, To get this motherfucking truck. I’m already loud maybe,
It? s a little too late, Johny's taking hands up, with all the faggots who hate, Cause I am good motherfucker and there's a price to pay, Yeah, I am a good motherfucker and its judgment day!
I'm getting used to this nuisance, And all the fags who bad mouth this music, It's fuckin stupid and foolish of you to think you can do this, You cowards can't, never will, don't even try to pursue it.

miércoles, 30 de diciembre de 2009

Todas las mañanas iguales Peleando como animales
De la lucha libre y la guerra Esa vieja rutina que aterra
Dos corazones dolidos Una vida sin sentido
Y un triste silencio que crece Esta golpeando la puerta
Juro que nunca jamás Quise lastimarte
Siempre que trato de estar No estoy en ninguna parte
Ocho primaveras en vano Todo es diferente
Hay que escribir Con la pluma entre dientes
Cuchillo en la mano Y quiero enloquecerme de amor
Como esa noche que te vi Y no dude en acostarme con vos
Mi amor. Puedo gritarle a la luna
Que como vos no hay ninguno Y si alguna noche te veo
Veras lo malo y lo bueno Dicen que el pasado, pisado
Yo no me atrevo a pisarlo Por que las espinas me duelen
La noche, el alcohol me ganaron

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He (She) says that the life is done by
the luck I am lucky to live in peace
I was a bit of everything, a bit differently
Without politicizing and without poeticizing
C'est comme ça, c'est comme ça … heart
Since I do not like the melancholy
I Walk without remedy looking that to make yourself The love I prefer making by day
I like your eyes and your coyness
C'est comme ça, c'est comme ça … heart
Because I do not want to stop believing
I do not have much that to lose
I Have the life that I wanted to have But not,
do not have anything that to conceal what vivi forgot what aprendi was
OK to continue You Know,
that already for time stops,
of being a type That does all good,
as the demas
Aprendi the life with the difference
That aprendi to looking without ambiguedad bad(wrong) moments
Saw on the conscience But me does not please the fatality
The world takes charge of the cowardice
The money damages to him(her)
to the happiness Remain little mas that this coming the day Remember that tomorrow one day is alone mas