Cerrado por derribo

Este bálsamo no cura cicatrices,
esta rumbita no sabe enamorar,
este rosario de cuentas infelices
calla más de lo que dice
pero dice la verdad.

Este almacén de sábanas que no arden,
este teléfono sin contestador,
la llamaré mañana, hoy se me hizo tarde,
esta forma tan cobarde
de no decirnos que no.

Este contigo, este sin ti tan amargo,
este reloj de arena del arenal,
esta huelga de besos, este letargo,
estos pantalones largos
para el viejo Peter Pan.

Esta cómoda sin braguitas de Zara,
el tour del Soho desde un rojo autobús,
estos ojos que no miden ni comparan
ni se olvidan de tu cara
ni se acuerdan de tu cruz.

No abuses de mi inspiración,
no acuses a mi corazón
tan maltrecho y ajado
que está cerrado por derribo.
Por las arrugas de mi voz
se filtra la desolación
de saber que estos son
los últimos versos que te escribo,
para decir "condios" a los dos
nos sobran los motivos.

Esta paya tan lejos de su gitano,
este penal del Puerto sin vis-a-vis,
esta guerra civil, este mano a mano,
estos moros y cristianos,
este muro de Berlín.

Este virus que no muere ni nos mata,
esta amnesia en el cielo del paladar,
la limusina del polvo por Manhattan,
el invierno en Mar del Plata,
los versos del Capitán.

Este hacerse mayor sin delicadeza,
esta espalda mojada de moscatel,
este valle de fábricas de tristeza,
esta espuma de certeza,
esta colmena sin miel.

Este borrón de sangre y de tinta china,
este baño sin rimmel ni nembutal,
estos huesos que vuelven de la oficina,
dentro de una gabardina
con manchas de soledad.
Este bálsamo no cura cicatrices,
esta rumbita no sabe enamorar,
este rosario de cuentas infelices
calla más de lo que dice
pero dice la verdad.

Este almacén de sábanas que no arden,
este teléfono sin contestador,
la llamaré mañana, hoy se me hizo tarde,
esta forma tan cobarde
de no decirnos que no.

Este contigo, este sin ti tan amargo,
este reloj de arena del arenal,
esta huelga de besos, este letargo,
estos pantalones largos
para el viejo Peter Pan.

Esta cómoda sin braguitas de Zara,
el tour del Soho desde un rojo autobús,
estos ojos que no miden ni comparan
ni se olvidan de tu cara
ni se acuerdan de tu cruz.

No abuses de mi inspiración,
no acuses a mi corazón
tan maltrecho y ajado
que está cerrado por derribo.
Por las arrugas de mi voz
se filtra la desolación
de saber que estos son
los últimos versos que te escribo,
para decir "condios" a los dos
nos sobran los motivos.

Esta paya tan lejos de su gitano,
este penal del Puerto sin vis-a-vis,
esta guerra civil, este mano a mano,
estos moros y cristianos,
este muro de Berlín.

Este virus que no muere ni nos mata,
esta amnesia en el cielo del paladar,
la limusina del polvo por Manhattan,
el invierno en Mar del Plata,
los versos del Capitán.

Este hacerse mayor sin delicadeza,
esta espalda mojada de moscatel,
este valle de fábricas de tristeza,
esta espuma de certeza,
esta colmena sin miel.

Este borrón de sangre y de tinta china,
este baño sin rimmel ni nembutal,
estos huesos que vuelven de la oficina,
dentro de una gabardina
con manchas de soledad.

Gracias Sabina, ni yo lo hubiese dicho mejor :P

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Con nada que decir pero ganas de postear, paso a dejar la letra de una canción cuya lírica se me ha pegado últimamente...

No me importa donde estas,
con quien sales con quien vas, ya me da igual,

si no quieres verme mas,
haste a un lado pero ya, no me dañes mas,

tanto tiempo te espere,
tantas noches te soñe,
solo en sueños te bese
y en tus labios me quede.

En cambio tu apagas mi luz,
sin mirar atras, hoy yo lo que quiero es despertar,
y borrar
todo lo que fui,
pensando que serias para mi.

Me cuesta tanto asimilar
que todo lo que vi es real,
me tengo que alejar,

siento ganas de llorar,
no lo puedo soportar
me cuesta respirar,

tanto tiempo te espere,
tantas noches te soñe,
solo en sueños te bese,
y en tus labios me quede.

En cambio tu
apagas mi luz,
sin mirar atras,
hoy yo lo que quiero es despertar,
y borrar todo lo que fui,
pensando que serias para mi.

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Smashing pumpkins

"1979"

shakedown 1979, cool kids never have the time
on a live wire right up off the street
you and i should meet
junebug skipping like a stone
with the headlights pointed at the dawn
we were sure we'd never see an end to it all
and i don't even care to shake these zipper blues
and we don't know
just where our bones will rest
to dust i guess
forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
double cross the vacant and the bored
they're not sure just what we have in the store
morphine city slippin dues down to see
that we don't even care as restless as we are
we feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts
and poured cement, lamented and assured
to the lights and towns below
faster than the speed of sound
faster than we thought we'd go, beneath the sound of hope
justine never knew the rules,
hung down with the freaks and the ghouls
no apologies ever need be made, i know you better than you fake it
to see that we don't care to shake these zipper blues
and we don't know just where our bones will rest
to dust i guess
forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
the street heats the urgency of sound
as you can see there's no one around

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Matchbox 20

PUSH

she said I don’t know if I’ve ever been good enough
I’m a little bit rusty, and I think my head is caving in
and I don’t know if I’ve ever been really loved
by a hand that’s touched me, well I feel like something’s gonna give
and I’m a little bit angry, well

this ain’t over, no not here, not while I still need you around
you don’t owe me, we might change
yeah we just might feel good

(chorus)
I wanna push you around, I will, I will
I wanna push you down, I will, I will
I wanna take you for granted,
I wanna take you for granted I will

she said I don’t know why you ever would lie to me
like I’m a little untrusting when I think that the truth is gonna hurt ya
and I don’t know why you couldn’t just stay with me
you couldn’t stand to be near me
when my face don’t seem to want to shine
cuz it’s a little bit dirty well

don’t just stand there, say nice things to me
I’ve been cheated I’ve been wronged,
and you you don’t know me, I can’t change
I won’t do anything at all

(chorus)

oh but don’t bowl me over
just wait a minute well it kinda fell apart, things get so crazy, crazy
don’t rush this baby, don’t rush this baby

(chorus)

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Matchbox 20

4. UNWELL
By R. Thomas

ALL DAY
STARING AT THE CEILING MAKING
FRIENDS WITH SHADOWS ON MY WALL
ALL NIGHT
I'M HEARING VOICES TELLING ME
THAT I SHOULD GET SOME SLEEP
BECAUSE TOMORROW MIGHT BE GOOD
FOR SOMETHING

HOLD ON
I'M FEELING LIKE I'M HEADED FOR A
BREAKDOWN
I DON'T KNOW WHY

I'M NOT CRAZY I'M JUST A LITTLE UNWELL
I KNOW RIGHT NOW YOU CAN'T TELL
BUT STAY AWHILE AND MAYBE THEN YOU'LL SEE
A DIFFERENT SIDE OF ME
I'M NOT CRAZY I'M JUST A LITTLE IMPAIRED
I KNOW RIGHT NOW YOU DON'T CARE
BUT SOON ENOUGH YOU'RE GONNA THINK OF ME
AND HOW I USED TO BE

SEE ME
TALKING TO MYSELF IN PUBLIC
AND DODGING GLANCES ON THE TRAIN
I KNOW
I KNOW THEY'VE ALL BEEN TALKING 'BOUT ME
I CAN HEAR THEM WHISPER
AND IT MAKES ME THINK THERE MUST BE SOMETHING WRONG
WITH ME

OUT OF ALL THE HOURS THINKING
SOMEHOW
I'VE LOST MY MIND

(CHORUS)

TALKING IN MY SLEEP
PRETTY SOON THEY'LL COME TO GET ME
THEY'LL BE TAKING ME AWAY

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Matchbox 20

IF YOU'RE GONE

I think I've already lost you
I think you're already gone.
I think I'm finally scared now
You think I'm weak - But I think you're wrong
I think you're already leaving
Feels like your hand is on the door
I thought this place was an empire
But now I'm relaxed - I can't be sure

I think you're so mean - I think we should try
I think I could need - this in my life
I think I'm just scared - I think too much
I know this is wrong it's a problem I'm dealing

If you're gone - maybe it's time to go home
There's an awful lot of breathing room
But I can hardly move
If you're gone - baby you need to come home
Cuz there's a little bit of something me
In everything in you

I bet you're hard to get over
I bet the room just won't shine
I bet my hands I can stay here
I bet you need - more than you mind

I think you're so mean - I think we should try
I think I could need - this in my life
I think I'm just scared - that I know too much
I can't relate and that's a problem
I'm feeling

If you're gone - maybe it's time to go home
There's an awful lot of breathing room
But I can hardly move
If you're gone - baby you need to come home
cuz there's a little bit of something me
In everything in you

I think you're so mean - I think we should try
I think I could need - this in my life
I think I'm just scared - do I talk too much
I know it's wrong it's a problem I'm dealing

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Matchbox 20

BENT

If I fall along the way
pick me up and dust me off.
and if I get too tired to make it
be my breath so I can walk

If I need some other love
give me more than I can stand
and when my smile gets old and faded
wait around I'll smile again

shouldn't be so complicated
just hold me and then
just hold me again

can you help me I'm bent
I'm so scared that I'll never
get put back together
you're breaking me in
and this is how we will end
with you and me bent

If I couldn't sleep could you sleep
could you paint me better off
could you sympathize with my needs
I know you think I need a lot

I started out clean but I'm jaded
just phoning it in
just breaking the skin

start bending me
It's never enough
I feel all your pieces
start bending me
Keep bending me until I'm completely broken in

shouldn't be so complicated
just touch me and then
just touch me again

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Marcy Playground

Sex and Candy (J.Wozniak)
Hangin' round downtown by myself
And I had so much time
To sit and think about myself
And then there she was
Like double cherry pie
Yeah there she was
Like disco superfly
I smell sex and candy here
Who's that lounging in my chair
Who's that casting devious stares
In my direction
Mama this surely is a dream

Hangin' round downtown by myself
And I had too much caffeine
And I was thinkin' 'bout myself
And then there she was
In double platform suede
Yeah there she was
Like disco lemonade
I smell sex and candy here
Who's that lounging in my chair
Who's that casting devious stares
In my direction
Mama this surely is a dream
Mama this surely is a dream
Yeah mama this must be my dream

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