viernes, 26 de octubre de 2012
Cafesaciones
Vivre sa vie (diálogo con el filósofo subtitulado)
Vivre sa vie (Jean Luc godard) - Je suis responsable
lunes, 22 de octubre de 2012
intentando stand up
Avería de Carlos Sainz - Rally Inglaterra 98
Kick Ass! Music Video - The Prodigy - Stand Up
sábado, 20 de octubre de 2012
Take me in your arms... Thrill me with all of your charms... And I'll take to the sky on a natural high
Jackie brown soundtrack (Natural high - Bloodstone)
jueves, 18 de octubre de 2012
sábado, 13 de octubre de 2012
For all my beautiful girls
Van Morrison - Brown Eyed Girl
... without them, the world would be too hard for me ;)
viernes, 5 de octubre de 2012
miércoles, 3 de octubre de 2012
Y tu que tienes?
Funkadelic - I Got A Thing, You Got A Thing, Everbody's Got A Thing
I got a thing
You got a thing
Everybody's got a thing
When we get together, doin' our thing
In order to help each other
In order to help your brother
(x2)
You don't drink what I drink
You don't smoke what I smoke
You don't think like I think
You don't joke like I joke
I got a thing
You got a thing
Everybody's got a thing
When we get together, doin' our thing
In order to help each other
In order to help your brother
I got a thing
You got a thing
Everybody's got a thing
When we get together, doin' our thing
In order to help each other
In order to help your brother
(x2)
You don't drink what I drink
You don't smoke what I smoke
You don't think like I think
You don't joke like I joke
I got a thing
You got a thing
Everybody's got a thing
When we get together, doin' our thing
In order to help each other
In order to help your brother
viernes, 21 de septiembre de 2012
lunes, 10 de septiembre de 2012
Templando neuronas
-Como quieres las neuronas?
-Templaditas, templaditas, las quiero templaditas.
-Muy bien, una de neuronas templadas!!!!
-Oido cocina!!!
The Postal Service - Natural Anthem
escuchaba música pop por que estaba deprimido, o estaba deprimido por escuchar musica pop.
The kooks- Young Folks
Alta Fidelidad (Stephen Frears, 2000)
viernes, 7 de septiembre de 2012
Se acerca imparable, destruyendo todo a su paso...
... la navidad!!!!
Alexa Goddard & Brett Domino "Fairytale of New York" - Charity Single
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Was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then they sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
They've got cars
Big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on the corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas day
You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Living there almost dead on a drip
In that bed
You scum bag
You maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God
It's our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas day
I could have been someone
So could anyone
You took my dreams
From me when I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas day
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas day
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Was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then they sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
They've got cars
Big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on the corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas day
You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Living there almost dead on a drip
In that bed
You scum bag
You maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God
It's our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas day
I could have been someone
So could anyone
You took my dreams
From me when I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas day
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas day
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jueves, 6 de septiembre de 2012
domingo, 2 de septiembre de 2012
Facil?
Casio PT-1 - How to use the two One Key Play buttons
Eso lo hace mi chiquillo con el Casiotone!
sábado, 1 de septiembre de 2012
martes, 28 de agosto de 2012
lunes, 27 de agosto de 2012
Un dia Western
Kasabian- west ryder silver bullet
[spoken]
Then I went down into the basement
where my friend the maniac busy's himself with his electronic grafiti
Finally his language touches me
because he talks to the part of us
which insists on drawing profiles on prison walls.
In that moment poetry will be made by everyone
and there will be emu's in the zone...
domingo, 26 de agosto de 2012
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