Yo confieso...(Autorretrato emocional 2)

All hail to the thief
All hail to the thief...
then I´ll do...

Confieso que soy un tipo traumado.
Confieso que solo le tengo miedo a una cosa en todo el mundo
confieso que esa cosa tiene cuatra patas, pelo y es el mejor amigo del hombre...
confieso que me siento triste
confieso que no soy la mejor persona del mundo, ni de mi pais, quizas ni de mi calle
confieso que soy un sobrevalorado en todo
confieso que tengo los mejores amigos del mundo, y ellos no ven lo basura que soy.
confieso que se me acaban las fuerzas.
confieso que no tengo rumbo, ni caminos ni salidas.

Confieso que al fin conozco muchas cosas
confieso que no tengo control de nada
confieso que no sé nada.
confieso que podría creer en algo, si ese algo estuviera ahi...
just cause you feel it doesn´t mean its there...
and my family don´t seem so familiar
and my enemies all knows my name
and when you hera my tap on your window...
you better get on your knees and pray
PANIC IS ON THE WAY...

confieso que desde hace un par de meses quiero ser mejor
confieso que busco mi esperanza por todos lados
confieso que he perdido algo dentro de mi...
confieso que temo no encontrarlo de nuevo
confieso que no soy nadie para muchos
confieso que quiero ser alguien para pocos
confieso que tengo demasiado que confesar..
confieso que muy poco me queda dia a dia
confieso que aun siento la chispa, aun la veo brillar...
confieso que la extraño
confieso que la quiero
confieso que es algo nuevo para mi
confieso que tengo miedo
confieso que veo el futuro
confieso que me aturde el pasado
confieso tantas cosas...
y no sé que hacer...
Si solo pudiera tranquilizarme cada vez que me siento así...

Soundtrack- Ojo con la música de Jakob Dylan.--

One Headlight- The Wallflowers



So long ago, I don't remember when
That's when they say I lost my only friend
Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
As I listened through the cemetery trees

I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn
The long broken arm of human law
Now it always seemed such a waste
She always had a pretty face
So I wondered how she hung around this place

[Chorus:]
Hey, come on try a little
Nothing is forever
There's got to be something better than
In the middle
But me & Cinderella
We put it all together
We can drive it home
With one headlight

She said it's cold
It feels like Independence Day
And I can't break away from this parade
But there's got to be an opening
Somewhere here in front of me
Through this maze of ugliness and greed
And I seen the sun up ahead
At the county line bridge
Sayin' all there's good and nothingness is dead
We'll run until she's out of breath
She ran until there's nothin' left
She hit the end-it's just her window ledge

[chorus]

Well this place is old
It feels just like a beat up truck
I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn
Well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes
This place is always such a mess
Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn
I'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody else
Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
I think her death it must be killin' me
[chorus]



Y tiene otro soundtrack...

Justo cuando pense que todo iba a ser mejor, este post me recuerda que quizas haya que hacer una pausa en todo lo que digo... Solo debo decirte que siento haber perdido el control con lo que he escrito arriba..Es solo que extraño verte, y platicarte...

Lull.-Radiohead.




Lull

you stop the crowd
i cried out to break the spell
you wave and smile
i just snapped and lost control

distracted by irrelevance
the stress and the tension
the stress and the tension
i'm in a lull

there's nothing more dull
then talking talking about yourself
but what i meant to say
i'm sorry that i lost control

distracted by irrelevance
the stress and the tension
crawling through the keyhole
i'm in a lull

Y lo más extraño de todo, es que comienzo a creer que debo tener confianza... estaré siendo ingenuo...quizas...

Soy un tonto, pidiendo las disculpas mas grandes del mundo por serlo...

Espero hablar con ella pronto...

Soundtrack 3.

Formulae-jj72

Things go wrong when I trust them
In my naive way I love them
Like you told me to love them
I abide by man made rules
And am a picture of all fools
I have a border of white clues

I use the formulae of everyday
In the floods I stay and get washed away

People talk in nothing
With a reverence in a something
And my heart beats on with indifference
To the lessons of attrition
I am a picture of all fools
I have a border of white clues

I use the formulae of everyday
In the floods I stay and get washed away

Y no es todo, debo decirle a David, compadre, le prometi que tenia algo que decirle con un soundtrack, entre a los concursos literarios,ganeme, siga con su vida, usted aún tiene futuro...

Make it Grand- Kashmir.

all i hear
is how
how you want it to be

all I see
right now
is that you can't make it real

unconscious overload
too long
blew your castles away
milkman always comes again

you'd make it grand
out there
but I always find you here
'cause all that monsters fear
is the day

all I see
you wear
is a confident smile

all of my
concerns
pours the fuel on your fire

leaving a war behind
you'd drink
till you thought you'd forget

milkman turned you down today

you turn around
with your head upside down
don't know how
to grab it, to hold it, to keep it close to you

you'd make it grand...

and all your monsters fear
is the change

Y eso es todo...no del todo, pero lo es...

Ojala petit fée que leas esto...