Poison Heart by The Ramones
No one ever thought this one would survive.
Helpless child, gonna walk a drum beat behind.
Lock you in a dream, never let you go.
Never let you laugh or smile, not you.

I just want to walk right out of this world,
'cause everybody has a poison heart.
I just want to walk right out of this world,
'cause everybody has a poison heart.

Making friends with a homeless torn up man,
He just kind of smiles, it really, shakes me up.
There's danger on, every corner but I'm okay.
Walking down the street trying to forget yesterday.

I just want to walk right out of this world,
'cause everybody has a poison heart.
I just want to walk right out of this world,
'cause everybody has a poison heart.

You know that life really takes it's toll
and a poet's gut reaction is to search his very soul.
So much damn confusion before my eyes,
but nothing seems to phase me and this one still survives.

I just want to walk right out of this world,
'cause everybody has a poison heart.
I just want to walk right out of this world,
'cause everybody has a poison heart.

Aclaro que la foto es de mis zapatillas, je. Ayer estuve mirando de nuevo el docu End of the Century, y realmente esta muy bueno. Me gustaría ver más documentales sobre música. ¿Recomendaciones?

Post dedicado a Maria Ramone, je.

Melomania

A veces pienso que mi amor por la música se torna poco sano. ¿Es normal gastar 30 mangos sólo por tener un cd en su cajita original, con su librito y todo? No sé, pero es una de las pocas cosas en las que no puedo ser racional a la hora de gastar. Mi sueño es tener cuartos y cuartos llenos de repisas con música. Mucha música. Cada vez que veo High Fidelity me agarran mariposas en la panza. Cada vez que paso por una disquería siento una atracción sobrenatural que hace que mis pies ya no me hagan caso y se detengan frente a la entrada. Si estoy en una fiesta y la música no me agrada me pongo de malhumor. Es una gran felicidad cuando alguien me recomienda apasionadamente una banda que no conozco. En líneas generales, es una gran felicidad cuando alguien me habla apasionadamente de música en general. Y nunca entiendo a la gente que no le pasa un poco eso con la música, cuando alguien me dice "no se... la música no me interesa tanto", o escucha lo que sea que pasen por la radio, me genera un gran prejuicio. Hay que reconocerlo, soy una total snob cuando de música se trata. ¿Me traera muchos problemas todo esto?
Las últimas adquisiciones: Un disco doble en vivo de los Black Crowes, el disco Employment de Kaiser Chiefs y el disco Devils de 69 Eyes. Todo muy recomendado.

Enslaved

Alright alright this life is what you make it.
Don't slide... you can't compromise
You click your heels 3 times imagination goes wild
You can't analyze
So be sure that you are makin the best of what you have
The truth is all within yourself
Don't be a slave.. A slave to someone else

Higher higher it's where we want to be in our minds..
It will mesmerize
It pleasure power that's what we devour...
You can have it crystallize
Now it's time to look at what you've done with your life
And the path you found and followed in
Yourself i won't be a slave.. A slave to anyone
The question is
When it's all done
Who will stand
And who will run
The answer is on my tongue
I won't be a slave to anyone

So be sure that you are making the best of what you have
The truth is all within yourself
Don't be a slave... A slave to someone else
Words and Lyrics by Mötley Crüe

Bajense el tema ya que está, que la letra sola no es lo mesmo.
Esto también es para comentar que hoy inauguraron la página de Nikki Sixx, bajista de la banda. www.nikkisixx.net

"El hombre nace libre, responsable y sin excusas."

Jean Paul Sartre

Asi nomás, chan!

Chocolateeeee (Imaginarse la voz de baboso de Homero Simpson)

Una delicia, no se la tienen que perder. Más palabras sobran.

Willy Wonka: Everything in this room is *eat*able. In fact, I'm *eat*able. But that is called cannibalism which is frowned upon in many countries.

Grandma Georgina: You smell like nuts. I like it.
Willy Wonka: You smell like old people... and soap. I like it.

Willy Wonka: The best kind of prize is a *sur*prise!

Grandpa George: Only a dummy would give this up for something as common as money.

Willy Wonka: Don't touch the squirrel's nuts! You'll drive him crazy

Mrs. Bucket: Well, sometimes when grown-ups say "forever" they mean "a very long time".

Mike Teavee: Why is everything here completely pointless?
Charlie Bucket: Candy doesn't have to have a point. That's why it's candy.