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Días Extraños - Nacho Vegas

Sigue recto, hay un desvio
tomalo hasta el final.
si hemos hecho algo mal amor,
veras una señal.

pero no iba a llegar,
y avanzamos igual.
como atraidos por el sol,
hacia su mismo centro.

hay dias en que valdria mas,
no salir de la cama.
en solo un minuto,
vi mi vida cambiar.

que solo era un juego te escuche,
y volvimos a casa.
y todo el camino,
aquella extraña cancion.

nos fuimos mar adentro,
hasta donde nadie alcanzaba a ver.
con el agua al cuello,
me volvi, te mire y tu dijiste:

te podria marar,
y no se iba a enterar nadie.
cuando me pregunten yo dire,
que no llegaste nunca.

hay dias en que valdria mas,
no salir de la cama.
en solo un minuto,
vi mi vida cambiar.

si solo era un juego pregunte,
¿donde esta la gracia?
y todo el camino,
aquella extraña cancion.

y no nadie dijo nada,
no nadie dijo nada.
nadie dijo nada,
nada mas.

hay dias en que valdria mas,
no salir de casa.
si solo era un juego pregunte,
¿donde esta la gracia?

hay dias en que valdria mas,
no salir de cas.
si solo era un juego pregunte,
¿donde esta la gracia?

Muse
Starlight

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Signos
Soda Stereo

No hay un modo
no hay un punto exacto
te doy todo
y siempre guardo algo

Si estás oculta
como sabré quien eres
me amas a obscuras
duermes envuelta en redes

Signos
mi parte insegura
bajo una luna hostil
signos...

Mar de fondo
No caeré en la trampa
llámame pronto
acertijos bajo el agua

Si algo cedes,
calmaré tu histeria
con los dientes
rasgaré tus medias

Signos
mi parte insegura
bajo una luna hostil
signos

Signos
uniendo fisuras
figuras sin definir
signos

Signos
mi parte insegura
bajo una luna hostil
signos

Signos
uniendo fisuras
figuras sin definir
signos

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The Severed Garden
The Doors
Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South
Cruel bindings.
The servants have the power
Dog-men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over
Our sailors

I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the tv
Tower, I want roses in
My garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
For the plant that's plowed.

They are waiting to take us into
The severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death on a strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
Brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven's
Claws

No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until it's other jaw reveals incest
And loose obedience to a vegetable law.

I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the giant family.

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Ballad Of a Thin Man - Bob Dylan

You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you say, who is that man?
You try so hard
But you dont understand
Just what youll say
When you get home

Because something is happening here
But you dont know what it is
Do you, mister jones?

You raise up your head
And you ask, is this where it is?
And somebody points to you and says
Its his
And you say, whats mine?
And somebody else says, where what is?
And you say, oh my god
Am I here all alone?

Because something is happening here
But you dont know what it is
Do you, mister jones?

You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, how does it feel
To be such a freak?
And you say, impossible
As he hands you a bone

Because something is happening here
But you dont know what it is
Do you, mister jones?

You have many contacts
Among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To just give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations

Youve been with the professors
And theyve all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have
Discussed lepers and crooks
Youve been through all of
F. scott fitzgeralds books
Youre very well read
Its well known

Because something is happening here
But you dont know what it is
Do you, mister jones?

Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says, here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan

Because something is happening here
But you dont know what it is
Do you, mister jones?

Now you see this one-eyed midget
Shouting the word now
And you say, for what reason?
And he says, how?
And you say, what does this mean?
And he screams back, youre a cow
Give me some milk
Or else go home

Because something is happening here
But you dont know what it is
Do you, mister jones?

Well, you walk into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law
Against you comin around
You should be made
To wear earphones

Because something is happening here
But you dont know what it is
Do you, mister jones?

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Metal Militia
Metallica

Thunder and lightning the gods take revenge
Senseless destruction
Victims of fury are cowardly now
Running for safety
Stabbing the harlot to pay for her sins
Leaving the virgin
Suicide running as if it were free
Ripping and tearing

On through the mist and the madness
We are trying to get the message to you
Metal Militia
Metal Militia
Metal Militia

Chained and shadowed to be left behind
nine and one thousand
Metal militia for your sacrifice
iron clad soldiers
Join or be conquered the law of the land
What will befall you
The metallization of your inner soul
twisting and turning

On through the mist and the madness
We are trying to get the message to you
Metal Militia
Metal Militia
Metal Militia

We are as one as we all are the same
fighting for one cause
Leather and metal are our uniforms
protecting what we are
Joining together to take on the world
with our heavy metal
Spreading the message to everyone here
Come let yourself go

On through the mist and the madness
We are trying to get the message to you
Metal Militia
Metal Militia
Metal Militia

Hard-Fi
Suburban Knights

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Slow Hands
Interpol

Yeah but nobody searches
Nobody cares somehow
When the loving that you?ve wasted
Comes raining from a hapless cloud
And I might stop and look upon your face
Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze
See the living that surrounds me
Dissipate in a violet blaze

Can't you see what you've done to my heart
And soul?
This is a wasteland now

We spies
We slow hands
Put the weights around yourself
We spies
Oh yeah we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself now

I submit my incentive is romance
I watched the pole dance of the stars
We rejoice because the hurting is so painless
From the distance of passing cars
But I am married to your charms & grace
I just go crazy like the good old days
You make me want to pick up a guitar
And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you

Can't you see what you've done to my heart
And soul?
This is a wasteland now


We spies
Yeah we slow hands
You put the weights around yourself
We spies
Oh yeah we slow hands
Killer, for hire you know not yourself

We spies
We slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself
We spies
Oh yeah we slow hands
We retire like nobody else
We spies
Intimate slow hands killer
For hire you know not yourself
We spies
Intimate slow hands
You let the face slap around herself