<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997</id><updated>2011-07-29T01:39:37.145+02:00</updated><title type='text'>feliznavidaddesdemoscu</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-8957571113029642897</id><published>2009-12-08T22:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:54:14.279+01:00</updated><title type='text'>get back - the beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-6G7MkBMVxE&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-6G7MkBMVxE&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lo de no haber puesto aún a los beatles era algo casi planeado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no me salgo de la media ni en eso: yo aprendí lo que la música podía hacer gracias a los beatles. they were my first, supongo que nada extraño en una persona nacida a finales del siglo xx. que eran los putos amos, eso lo sabe todo el mundo, pero que a día de hoy todavía pongan los pelos de punta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joder qué guapo está paul con ese traje y esa barba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y sí, reivindicar a los beatles en un blog de música está taaaaan visto, pero esto es lo que me importa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la vuelta de rosca esta viene a que no recordaba haber pasado una noche tan emocionante como la de este domingo en la caverna. sí, un negocio para guiris, sensación de plástico y fake por todos lados, cantautor versionando los temas más clásicos y un ambiente que tenía de auténtico lo que yo de rubia de bote, pero incluso mientras escribo recuerdo la sensación, la garganta cerrada, los ojos salidos de las órbitas, unas extrañas ganas de llorar y de gritar al mismo tiempo, y la necesidad de ser discreta, porque nadie lo siente así, porque nadie lo vive así. por qué me pasa esto cuando entro en un sitio poderoso que tenga que ver con la música, no lo sé, no me importa, pero hoy por hoy es lo único que me emociona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me olvidé por un rato de todo, de la puta denuncia, de los consejos de mi jefe de estudios, de la mierda del director, de la inspección y de todo lo que vendrá. del ataque de pánico y la ansiedad y que todo vaya a empezar otra vez. y de que otra vez el consejo de siempre sea: no te lo tomes tan mal. si supiera tomármelo de otra manera no estaría aquí ahora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se me olvidó todo. ése es el poder de la música. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pues eso, que había que dejarlos para el final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get back jojo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-8957571113029642897?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/8957571113029642897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=8957571113029642897' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/8957571113029642897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/8957571113029642897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/12/get-back-beatles.html' title='get back - the beatles'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-7470176450019876726</id><published>2009-11-22T20:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:53:11.012+01:00</updated><title type='text'>bow down - the housemartins</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mKinr7CptOE&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mKinr7CptOE&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother&lt;br /&gt;father&lt;br /&gt;I think that I would rather&lt;br /&gt;stay at home with you &lt;br /&gt;for another year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that building's so tall &lt;br /&gt;and it makes me feel so small&lt;br /&gt;that I might get lost and simply &lt;br /&gt;disappear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evil smiles won't change my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried and I'm not the worrying kind&lt;br /&gt;why's that man &lt;br /&gt;rubbing his hands&lt;br /&gt;looking at me &lt;br /&gt;writing down his plans? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today &lt;br /&gt;I have been &lt;br /&gt;moulding plasticine&lt;br /&gt;and I made a little man who looked &lt;br /&gt;just like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his limbs were so weak &lt;br /&gt;and he couldn't move his mouth &lt;br /&gt;to speak&lt;br /&gt;and I could bend him into any shape &lt;br /&gt;I wanted him to be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evil smiles won't change my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried and I'm not the worrying kind&lt;br /&gt;why's that man &lt;br /&gt;rubbing his hands&lt;br /&gt;looking at me &lt;br /&gt;writing down his plans? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those kids with the blazers on&lt;br /&gt;they went in &lt;br /&gt;with names on their elbows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home with medals on&lt;br /&gt;spit it out &lt;br /&gt;that's the way the story goes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a flying start for the briefcase crew &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, you didn't have to teach me &lt;br /&gt;like you did&lt;br /&gt;but you did&lt;br /&gt;and you didn't have to beat me &lt;br /&gt;like you did&lt;br /&gt;but you did&lt;br /&gt;but you did&lt;br /&gt;you did&lt;br /&gt;you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;leyendo a punset hoy y después de estas semanas no sé, esto de la educación está mal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;está fatal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y me pregunto si siempre fue así y yo me lo perdí, o si no nos dimos cuenta y también entonces estaba mal. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-7470176450019876726?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/7470176450019876726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=7470176450019876726' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/7470176450019876726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/7470176450019876726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/11/bow-down-housemartins.html' title='bow down - the housemartins'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-5440432157836208416</id><published>2009-11-21T13:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T14:05:40.131+01:00</updated><title type='text'>personal jesus - johnny cash</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jQcNiD0Z3MU&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jQcNiD0Z3MU&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your own personal Jesus&lt;br /&gt;someone to hear your prayers&lt;br /&gt;someone who cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your own personal Jesus&lt;br /&gt;someone to hear your prayers&lt;br /&gt;someone who's there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling unknown&lt;br /&gt;and you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;flesh and bone&lt;br /&gt;by the telephone&lt;br /&gt;lift up the receiver&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you a believer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take second best&lt;br /&gt;put me to the test&lt;br /&gt;things on your chest&lt;br /&gt;you need to confess&lt;br /&gt;I will deliver&lt;br /&gt;you know I'm a forgiver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach out and touch faith&lt;br /&gt;reach out and touch faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your own personal Jesus&lt;br /&gt;someone to hear your prayers&lt;br /&gt;someone who cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your own personal Jesus&lt;br /&gt;someone to hear your prayers&lt;br /&gt;someone to care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling unknown&lt;br /&gt;and you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;flesh and bone&lt;br /&gt;by the telephone&lt;br /&gt;lift up the receiver&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you a believer&lt;br /&gt;I will deliver&lt;br /&gt;you know I'm a forgiver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach out and touch faith&lt;br /&gt;reach out and touch faith&lt;br /&gt;reach out and touch faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach out and touch faith &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;estudiando...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-5440432157836208416?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/5440432157836208416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=5440432157836208416' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/5440432157836208416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/5440432157836208416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/11/personal-jesus-johnny-cash.html' title='personal jesus - johnny cash'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-8284770667847917030</id><published>2009-11-16T21:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:31:06.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>undone (the sweater song) - weezer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="398"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x38y6&amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x38y6&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="398" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x38y6_weezer-undone-the-sweater-song_music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/es/channel/music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm me&lt;br /&gt;me be &lt;br /&gt;god damn &lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;I can &lt;br /&gt;sing and&lt;br /&gt;hear me&lt;br /&gt;know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to destroy my sweater&lt;br /&gt;pull this thread as I walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no&lt;br /&gt;it go&lt;br /&gt;it gone&lt;br /&gt;bye bye &lt;br /&gt;do I&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;I sink &lt;br /&gt;and I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to destroy my sweater&lt;br /&gt;woah woah a woah&lt;br /&gt;hold this thread as I walk away&lt;br /&gt;as I walk away&lt;br /&gt;watch me unravel&lt;br /&gt;I'll soon be naked&lt;br /&gt;lying on the floor&lt;br /&gt;lying on the floor &lt;br /&gt;I've come undone&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to destroy my sweater &lt;br /&gt;let's be friends and just walk away&lt;br /&gt;hate to see you lying there &lt;br /&gt;in your Superman skivvies &lt;br /&gt;lying in the floor&lt;br /&gt;lying on the floor&lt;br /&gt;I've come undone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;una letra muy profunda...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-8284770667847917030?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/8284770667847917030/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=8284770667847917030' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/8284770667847917030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/8284770667847917030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/11/undone-sweater-song-weezer.html' title='undone (the sweater song) - weezer'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-8860611527564922951</id><published>2009-11-15T23:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:53:28.718+01:00</updated><title type='text'>laura - girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O5Oa6ih0kgA&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O5Oa6ih0kgA&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where did it start?&lt;br /&gt;we used to be friends&lt;br /&gt;now when I run into you &lt;br /&gt;I pretend I don't see you&lt;br /&gt;I know that you hate me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to be tough&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to be mean&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be like this&lt;br /&gt;and I hope that you listen&lt;br /&gt;all I'm trying to say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach out and touch me&lt;br /&gt;I'm right here&lt;br /&gt;and I don't want to find anymore&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna be your friend forever&lt;br /&gt;friend until the end of it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've made mistakes&lt;br /&gt;but I'm asking you give me a break&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna be your friend forever&lt;br /&gt;friends forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've been a bitch&lt;br /&gt;I've been an ass&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to point the finger&lt;br /&gt;I just know I don't like it&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can I do? &lt;br /&gt;(what should I do?)&lt;br /&gt;is it too late? &lt;br /&gt;(oh, oh, oh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;and I hope you listen&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to say this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach out and touch me&lt;br /&gt;I'm right here&lt;br /&gt;and I don't want to find anymore&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna be your friend forever&lt;br /&gt;friend until the end of it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've made mistakes&lt;br /&gt;but I'm asking you to give me a break&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna be your friend forever&lt;br /&gt;friends forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, baby, I'm right here&lt;br /&gt;and I don't wanna fight anymore&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna be your friend forever&lt;br /&gt;friend until the end of it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've made mistakes&lt;br /&gt;but I'm asking you to give me a break&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna be your friend forever&lt;br /&gt;friends forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vaya, he descubierto que me han hecho otra canción... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-8860611527564922951?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/8860611527564922951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=8860611527564922951' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/8860611527564922951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/8860611527564922951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/11/laura-girls.html' title='laura - girls'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-6844828987071351242</id><published>2009-11-09T20:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:38:39.498+01:00</updated><title type='text'>como el viento -  de pedro</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1" color="#999999"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a style="font: Verdana" href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=63418267"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=63418267,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=63418267,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a style="font: Verdana" href="http://www.myspace.com/myspacedepedro"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="font: Verdana" href="http://vids.myspace.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sólo contigo&lt;br /&gt;sólo soy feliz si yo te miro&lt;br /&gt;basta tu aliento&lt;br /&gt;para que me sienta como el viento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sólo contigo&lt;br /&gt;sólo soy feliz si yo te miro&lt;br /&gt;basta tu aliento&lt;br /&gt;para que me sienta como el viento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como el viento &lt;br /&gt;como el viento&lt;br /&gt;como el viento &lt;br /&gt;que mece mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;como el viento&lt;br /&gt;como el viento&lt;br /&gt;como el viento &lt;br /&gt;que mece mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esta mañanita te has vestido de felicidad&lt;br /&gt;como todos los días desde que te veo caminar&lt;br /&gt;siempre luchando entre toda esta mediocridad&lt;br /&gt;siempre aguantando a los que te quieren pisar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sólo contigo&lt;br /&gt;sólo soy feliz si yo te miro&lt;br /&gt;basta tu aliento&lt;br /&gt;para que me sienta como el viento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sólo contigo&lt;br /&gt;sólo soy feliz si yo te miro&lt;br /&gt;basta tu aliento&lt;br /&gt;para que me sienta como el viento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como el viento&lt;br /&gt;como el viento&lt;br /&gt;como el viento &lt;br /&gt;que mece mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;como el viento&lt;br /&gt;como el viento&lt;br /&gt;como el viento &lt;br /&gt;que mece mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tienes para todos los que están &lt;br /&gt;y los que tienen que llegar&lt;br /&gt;pero me pregunto &lt;br /&gt;cuanto para ti te va a quedar&lt;br /&gt;no guardas nada &lt;br /&gt;todo para todos y para ti ná&lt;br /&gt;esta es la historia &lt;br /&gt;de un camino que no tiene final &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sólo contigo&lt;br /&gt;sólo soy feliz si yo te miro&lt;br /&gt;basta tu aliento&lt;br /&gt;para que me sienta como el viento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sólo contigo&lt;br /&gt;sólo soy feliz si yo te miro&lt;br /&gt;basta tu aliento&lt;br /&gt;para que me sienta como el viento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como el viento&lt;br /&gt;como el viento&lt;br /&gt;como el viento &lt;br /&gt;que mece mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;como el viento&lt;br /&gt;como el viento&lt;br /&gt;como el viento &lt;br /&gt;que mece mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo el día canturreando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-6844828987071351242?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/6844828987071351242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=6844828987071351242' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/6844828987071351242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/6844828987071351242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/11/como-el-viento-de-pedro.html' title='como el viento -  de pedro'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-6404431437578577857</id><published>2009-10-24T18:27:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T18:49:26.058+02:00</updated><title type='text'>here comes your man - the pixies</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hvi4iA3PnKE&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hvi4iA3PnKE&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside there's a box car waiting&lt;br /&gt;outside the family stew&lt;br /&gt;out by the fire breathing&lt;br /&gt;outside we wait 'til face turns blue&lt;br /&gt;I know the nervous walking&lt;br /&gt;I know the dirty beard hangs&lt;br /&gt;out by the box car waiting&lt;br /&gt;take me away to nowhere plains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a wait so long&lt;br /&gt;you'll never wait so long&lt;br /&gt;here comes your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big shake on the box car moving&lt;br /&gt;big shake to the land that's falling down&lt;br /&gt;is a wind makes a palm stop blowing&lt;br /&gt;a big big stone fall and break my crown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a wait so long&lt;br /&gt;you'll never wait so long&lt;br /&gt;here comes your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a wait so long&lt;br /&gt;you'll never wait so long&lt;br /&gt;here comes your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vale, no es la mejor película de los últimos tiempos, pero a mi me ha ganado. y ese momento en el que tom hansen canta en el karaoke esta canción me ha encantado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps...indignada estoy porque aún nadie me ha invitado a Spotify. odio el sistema este de las invitaciones, si al final todos vamos a poder acceder, a qué viene ésto? con el buen uso que yo le daría a este invento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si alguien es tan amable, ya sabéis mi dirección de gmail. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-6404431437578577857?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/6404431437578577857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=6404431437578577857' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/6404431437578577857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/6404431437578577857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/10/here-comes-your-man-pixies.html' title='here comes your man - the pixies'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-8000631586586272720</id><published>2009-10-21T20:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:56:16.884+02:00</updated><title type='text'>las inmensas preguntas - nacho vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FIcek86Tq9Y&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FIcek86Tq9Y&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como los erizos &lt;br /&gt;ya sabéis&lt;br /&gt;los hombres un día sintieron sufrir&lt;br /&gt;y quisieron compartirlo&lt;br /&gt;entonces se inventaron el amor&lt;br /&gt;el resultado fue&lt;br /&gt;ya sabéis&lt;br /&gt;como en los erizos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con decirte que ya son varios días sin salir...&lt;br /&gt;puedes creerlo o no pero he sido moderadamente infeliz&lt;br /&gt;hice así una cancion y creí que verías en ella un piropo&lt;br /&gt;la escuchaste y después me dijiste lo tuyo es del género bobo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando me quiero explicar&lt;br /&gt;las palabras se esconden&lt;br /&gt;en no sé qué sitio y entonces te escucho &lt;br /&gt;igual que el que escucha &lt;br /&gt;de lejos el tráfico de su ciudad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y me pierdo en inmensas preguntas &lt;br /&gt;que lucen con esplendor y absurdidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya viví &lt;br /&gt;sufrí &lt;br /&gt;y amé &lt;br /&gt;y todo ¿para qué?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hicimos el amor &lt;br /&gt;una vez que sentimos el frío&lt;br /&gt;y resultado fue &lt;br /&gt;ya lo ves &lt;br /&gt;más o menos como en los erizos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando me quiero explicar&lt;br /&gt;mis demonios se ponen groseros&lt;br /&gt;me insultan &lt;br /&gt;y entonces me entran las dudas&lt;br /&gt;y le echo la culpa a mi género&lt;br /&gt;y a correr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y si surgen preguntas pues dejo que surjan&lt;br /&gt;en su esplendor y estupidez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viví &lt;br /&gt;sufrí &lt;br /&gt;y amé&lt;br /&gt;vale y ¿ahora qué? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ya ha llegado por fín, mi paquete de limbo star con el género bobo y canciones inexplicables. todo muy chulo, aunque me han hecho esperar bastante. deberían mirarse eso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por lo demás, este hombre me encanta, por supuesto, y no me defrauda "casi" nunca. sólo en que no viene a mi ciudad a tocar él sólo desde hace mil años. y ya lo voy necesitando. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-8000631586586272720?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/8000631586586272720/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=8000631586586272720' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/8000631586586272720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/8000631586586272720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/10/las-inmensas-preguntas-nacho-vegas.html' title='las inmensas preguntas - nacho vegas'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-4831276896056745738</id><published>2009-10-18T19:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T19:48:07.355+02:00</updated><title type='text'>in your eyes - peter gabriel</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-hQMPclXx_Q&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-hQMPclXx_Q&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love I get so lost sometimes&lt;br /&gt;days pass and this emptiness fills my heart&lt;br /&gt;when I want to run away&lt;br /&gt;I drive off in my car&lt;br /&gt;but whichever way I go&lt;br /&gt;I come back to the place you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my instincts&lt;br /&gt;they return&lt;br /&gt;and the grand facade&lt;br /&gt;so soon will burn&lt;br /&gt;without a noise&lt;br /&gt;without my pride&lt;br /&gt;I reach out from the inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;the light the heat&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I am complete&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see the doorway to a thousand churches&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;the resolution of all the fruitless searches&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see the light and the heat&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;oh, I want to be that complete&lt;br /&gt;I want to touch the light&lt;br /&gt;the heat I see in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love I don't like to see so much pain&lt;br /&gt;so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away&lt;br /&gt;I get so tired of working so hard for our survival&lt;br /&gt;I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all my instincts they return&lt;br /&gt;and the grand facade so soon will burn&lt;br /&gt;without a noise without my pride&lt;br /&gt;I reach out from the inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;the light the heat&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I am complete&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see the doorway to a thousand churches&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;the resolution of all the fruitless searches&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see the light and the heat&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;oh, I want to be that complete&lt;br /&gt;I want to touch the light,&lt;br /&gt;the heat I see in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;una película, y dos de mis preferidos de mi infancia pre-angustia existencial y pre-grunge: este señor y john cusack. say anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, y una dedicatoria...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-4831276896056745738?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/4831276896056745738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=4831276896056745738' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/4831276896056745738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/4831276896056745738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-i-get-so-lost-sometimes-days-pass.html' title='in your eyes - peter gabriel'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-9158645337482915321</id><published>2009-09-30T20:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:31:02.713+02:00</updated><title type='text'>naves que dan vueltas a un balón - prin la lá</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tjY0xnBan3o&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tjY0xnBan3o&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qué hora es&lt;br /&gt;dónde estoy&lt;br /&gt;ahora plástico &lt;br /&gt;antes corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hago clic&lt;br /&gt;suena un clac&lt;br /&gt;y un segundo &lt;br /&gt;y por la magia &lt;br /&gt;ahora soy ratón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voy abriendo &lt;br /&gt;todas las ventanas &lt;br /&gt;volando &lt;br /&gt;sin colchón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decidiendo &lt;br /&gt;todos tus mensajes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no hay &lt;br /&gt;más tiempo&lt;br /&gt;no hay &lt;br /&gt;más tiempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y otra vez &lt;br /&gt;sale el sol&lt;br /&gt;las olas bailando &lt;br /&gt;en el reloj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gran error &lt;br /&gt;no creer &lt;br /&gt;que las hadas &lt;br /&gt;hacen magia &lt;br /&gt;sólo con &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recorriendo &lt;br /&gt;ciento un mil lugares &lt;br /&gt;llegué &lt;br /&gt;junto a un montón &lt;br /&gt;de ratones&lt;br /&gt;todos reciclables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naves que dan vueltas a un balón&lt;br /&gt;naves que dan vueltas a un balón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voy a vivir &lt;br /&gt;sin miedo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si estoy contigo &lt;br /&gt;todo es bueno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voy a soñar&lt;br /&gt;corres tan despacio &lt;br /&gt;y tú&lt;br /&gt;ibas a soñar&lt;br /&gt;corres tan despacio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recorriendo &lt;br /&gt;ciento un mil lugares &lt;br /&gt;llegué &lt;br /&gt;junto a un montón &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por un beso &lt;br /&gt;podrás encontrarme en&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;naves que dan vueltas a un balón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoy encontré esta canción accidentalmente. &lt;br /&gt;y encima había tráfico... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-9158645337482915321?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/9158645337482915321/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=9158645337482915321' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/9158645337482915321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/9158645337482915321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/09/naves-que-dan-vueltas-un-balon-prin-la.html' title='naves que dan vueltas a un balón - prin la lá'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-6927230694066848134</id><published>2009-09-28T20:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:54:24.282+02:00</updated><title type='text'>america - simon and garfunkel</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=bb8598b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together&lt;br /&gt;I've got some real estate here in my bag&lt;br /&gt;so we bought a pack of cigarettes and mrs wagner pies&lt;br /&gt;and we walked off to look for america&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kathy I said as we boarded a greyhound in pittsburgh&lt;br /&gt;michigan seems like a dream to me now&lt;br /&gt;it took me four days to hitchhike from saginaw&lt;br /&gt;I've come to look for america&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing on the bus&lt;br /&gt;playing games with the faces&lt;br /&gt;she said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy&lt;br /&gt;I said be careful his bowtie is really a camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toss me a cigarette I think there's one in my raincoat&lt;br /&gt;we smoked the last one an hour ago&lt;br /&gt;so I looked at the scenery&lt;br /&gt;she read her magazine&lt;br /&gt;and the moon rose over an open field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kathy I'm lost I said though I knew she was sleeping&lt;br /&gt;I'm empty and aching and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;counting the cars on the new jersey turnpike&lt;br /&gt;they've all gone to look for america&lt;br /&gt;all gone to look for america&lt;br /&gt;all gone to look for america&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;últimamente no tengo tiempo, no tengo ganas de esto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero esta mañana he escuchado esta canción en la radio, conduciendo, y me he acordado de la de veces que con 15 años lloré al escuchar una cierta estrofa, que entendía muy bien (del resto de la canción no me enteraba mucho)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y dramas aparte, también me he acordado de que tenía un vinilo de simon &amp; garfunkel, heredado de una tía hippy, y una cinta que destrocé escuchando en mi chungo-walkman durante un retiro espiritual que me obligaron a hacer en el colegio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-6927230694066848134?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/6927230694066848134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=6927230694066848134' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/6927230694066848134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/6927230694066848134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/09/america-simon-and-garfunkel.html' title='america - simon and garfunkel'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-6377488440936892733</id><published>2009-09-15T17:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:14:00.679+02:00</updated><title type='text'>doomsday - elvis perkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OnaPGbZGQEw&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OnaPGbZGQEw&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though I forget your name&lt;br /&gt;I remember your sweet face&lt;br /&gt;till doomsday fell out again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man I went wild last night&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't feeling alright&lt;br /&gt;I don't let doomsday bother me&lt;br /&gt;do you let it bother you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you told me once and again&lt;br /&gt;will it mean that we won't be friends&lt;br /&gt;when doomsday rears her ugly head again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and though you voted that awful man&lt;br /&gt;I'll never refuse your hand&lt;br /&gt;on doomsday, on doomsday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not in all of my wildest dreams &lt;br /&gt;it never once was seen&lt;br /&gt;that doomsday might fall anywhere near &lt;br /&gt;a tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but flight across the skies &lt;br /&gt;seein fate before our eyes&lt;br /&gt;there isn't any sense to a goodbye and bye&lt;br /&gt;for I dont plan to die&lt;br /&gt;nor should you plan to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;otro gran concierto. elvis supremo (y delgadísimo, muy grunge) la banda increíble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y cómo molan los dearland...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-6377488440936892733?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/6377488440936892733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=6377488440936892733' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/6377488440936892733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/6377488440936892733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/09/doomsday-elvis-perkins.html' title='doomsday - elvis perkins'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-3438222400079983430</id><published>2009-09-14T20:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:56:47.271+02:00</updated><title type='text'>suffering - jay jay johanson</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GzqAYvQqggI&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GzqAYvQqggI&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;autumn is here inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;when there’s springtime in the air&lt;br /&gt;loneliness is tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt;being lost makes me scared&lt;br /&gt;I keep on asking the gods above to send my love back to me&lt;br /&gt;oh please let these days and weeks&lt;br /&gt;pass by so quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody suffers like I do&lt;br /&gt;nobody else, oh no&lt;br /&gt;nobody suffers like I do&lt;br /&gt;nobody else but you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you had to leave, I know&lt;br /&gt;and we knew it would be tough&lt;br /&gt;you said you would be back soon&lt;br /&gt;soon is not soon enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through this waiting in vain&lt;br /&gt;all this darkness and pain&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been crying for you, now I’m dying&lt;br /&gt;when this test is at the end&lt;br /&gt;I hope you’ll understand&lt;br /&gt;that you’re all that I’ve got&lt;br /&gt;oh darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;había olvidado completamente esta canción...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(siento el vídeo, en goear no estaba este tema y no me da tiempo a cargarlo, ya que esta noche tengo una cita con el hijo de norman bates) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-3438222400079983430?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/3438222400079983430/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=3438222400079983430' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/3438222400079983430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/3438222400079983430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/09/suffering-jay-jay-johanson.html' title='suffering - jay jay johanson'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-4353658380724588491</id><published>2009-09-13T18:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T18:24:21.960+02:00</updated><title type='text'>fox in the snow - belle &amp; sebastian</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=39c11d2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fox in the snow&lt;br /&gt;where do you go&lt;br /&gt;to find something you can eat? &lt;br /&gt;cause the word out on the street is you are starving&lt;br /&gt;don't let yourself grow hungry now&lt;br /&gt;don't let yourself grow cold&lt;br /&gt;fox in the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl in the snow&lt;br /&gt;where do you go&lt;br /&gt;to find someone that will do? &lt;br /&gt;to tell someone all the truth before it kills you&lt;br /&gt;they listen to your crazy laugh&lt;br /&gt;before you hang a right&lt;br /&gt;and disappear from sight&lt;br /&gt;what do they know anyway? &lt;br /&gt;you'll read it in a book&lt;br /&gt;what do they know anyway? &lt;br /&gt;you'll read it in a book tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy on the bike&lt;br /&gt;what are you like&lt;br /&gt;as you cycle round the town? &lt;br /&gt;you're going up you're going down&lt;br /&gt;you're going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;it's not as if they're paying you&lt;br /&gt;it's not as if it's fun&lt;br /&gt;at least not anymore&lt;br /&gt;when your legs are black and blue&lt;br /&gt;it's time to take a break&lt;br /&gt;when your legs are black and blue&lt;br /&gt;it's time to take a holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid in the snow&lt;br /&gt;way to go&lt;br /&gt;it only happens once a year&lt;br /&gt;it only happens once a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;make the most of it&lt;br /&gt;second just to being born&lt;br /&gt;second to dying too&lt;br /&gt;what else would you do?&lt;br /&gt;what else would you do?&lt;br /&gt;what else would you do?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;preciosa tarde de otoño, tormenta y high fidelity en el ordenador. y aunque jack black los odie, a mi me encantan...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-4353658380724588491?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/4353658380724588491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=4353658380724588491' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/4353658380724588491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/4353658380724588491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/09/fox-in-snow-belle-sebastian.html' title='fox in the snow - belle &amp; sebastian'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-4261711319292759810</id><published>2009-09-10T13:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:26:39.364+02:00</updated><title type='text'>una chica me dijo una vez - los granadians del espacio exterior</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KqGQrmmpatc&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KqGQrmmpatc&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una chica me dijo una vez&lt;br /&gt;que yo era un vividor&lt;br /&gt;yo le dije que tal vez&lt;br /&gt;y me regaló un reloj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chico quédate junto a mí&lt;br /&gt;me decía una y otra vez&lt;br /&gt;si tal vez quizás&lt;br /&gt;nena te llamo después&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mis amigos y yo&lt;br /&gt;salimos siempre a bailar&lt;br /&gt;las muchachas piensan que&lt;br /&gt;estamos locos de atar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chico eres muy raro &lt;br /&gt;me decía una y otra vez&lt;br /&gt;y lo que sucedió&lt;br /&gt;te lo cuento después&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chico eres muy raro&lt;br /&gt;no sé lo que me has dado&lt;br /&gt;pero me has hipnotizado&lt;br /&gt;porque pareces malo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uno y uno son dos&lt;br /&gt;somos dos en un reloj&lt;br /&gt;dos pies tengo que calzar&lt;br /&gt;para mis botas ponerme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;botas hechas para&lt;br /&gt;hechas para caminar&lt;br /&gt;no ha estado tan mal&lt;br /&gt;quizás te vuelva a llamar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a e i o u au&lt;br /&gt;dime como lo ves tú&lt;br /&gt;un dos tres cuatro cinco seis&lt;br /&gt;con el reggae ya veréis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo adoro a las gogos &lt;br /&gt;que me hacen dududu&lt;br /&gt;piensas que es amor&lt;br /&gt;nena pero no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo soy un enano&lt;br /&gt;que lo pasa como tal&lt;br /&gt;dime qué me has dado&lt;br /&gt;que ya no me puedo frenar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoy haciendo un poco de proselitismo, pero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qué divertidos son!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-4261711319292759810?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/4261711319292759810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=4261711319292759810' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/4261711319292759810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/4261711319292759810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/09/una-chica-me-dijo-una-vez-los.html' title='una chica me dijo una vez - los granadians del espacio exterior'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-8099618872238821364</id><published>2009-08-31T23:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:03:23.955+02:00</updated><title type='text'>see these bones - nada surf</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=0a34e42" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's right and no one is sorry&lt;br /&gt;that's the start and the end of this story&lt;br /&gt;from the sharks and the jets &lt;br /&gt;to the call in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's right and no one is sorry&lt;br /&gt;that's the start and the end of this story&lt;br /&gt;from the sharks and the jets&lt;br /&gt;to the call in the morning&lt;br /&gt;and life is just bets anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look alive&lt;br /&gt;see these bones&lt;br /&gt;what you are now&lt;br /&gt;we were once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try as they might no one's immune to&lt;br /&gt;misfiring and acting on the wrong clues&lt;br /&gt;and thinkin' it's time to redo and redo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel rain in the movies &lt;br /&gt;and the talk before the screen lights&lt;br /&gt;I hear strings in the park&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to call her right&lt;br /&gt;except when its too late at night&lt;br /&gt;I mostly just think in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look alive&lt;br /&gt;see these bones&lt;br /&gt;what you are now&lt;br /&gt;we were once&lt;br /&gt;just like we are&lt;br /&gt;you'll be dust&lt;br /&gt;and just like we are&lt;br /&gt;permanent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were too tired to eat&lt;br /&gt;too hungry to sleep&lt;br /&gt;just imagine the speed&lt;br /&gt;it's just what you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look alive&lt;br /&gt;see these bones&lt;br /&gt;what you are now&lt;br /&gt;we were once&lt;br /&gt;and just like we are&lt;br /&gt;you'll be dust&lt;br /&gt;and just like we are&lt;br /&gt;permanent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lights in the city are more or less blinking&lt;br /&gt;which side of the story decides what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;warm arms and cold faces&lt;br /&gt;we're squinting we're hurrying&lt;br /&gt;we'll take inventory&lt;br /&gt;we're digging we're burying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you remember when the line was blown&lt;br /&gt;do you remember when it fell&lt;br /&gt;do you remember when you went to her house&lt;br /&gt;remember ringing the bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look alive&lt;br /&gt;see these bones&lt;br /&gt;what you are now&lt;br /&gt;we were once&lt;br /&gt;just like we are&lt;br /&gt;you'll be dust&lt;br /&gt;just like we are&lt;br /&gt;permanent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;de noche, en el coche, la solitaria y accidentada carretera que iba de Labin a Ravni, un cielo increiblemente estrellado, la luz sobre el mar, y esta canción en la radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi recuerdo preferido de este verano...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-8099618872238821364?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/8099618872238821364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=8099618872238821364' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/8099618872238821364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/8099618872238821364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/08/see-these-bones-nada-surf.html' title='see these bones - nada surf'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-3240201018009902796</id><published>2009-08-07T18:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T18:27:03.109+02:00</updated><title type='text'>la cara de niki lauda - los planetas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=cae6622" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ese viaje que hicimos&lt;br /&gt;no lo voy a poder olvidar&lt;br /&gt;pasan imágenes por mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;que apenas me dejan estar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tú te pusiste delante&lt;br /&gt;dijiste que ibas a conducir&lt;br /&gt;con una sonrisa tan grande&lt;br /&gt;que no pude más que sonreir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo el camino esquivando camiones&lt;br /&gt;mi corazón se iba a salir&lt;br /&gt;cada vez que te volvías a mirar hacia mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me preguntaste si estaba asustado&lt;br /&gt;y yo no sabía qué decir&lt;br /&gt;sólo pensaba que no me importaba morir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;latas vacías de cerveza&lt;br /&gt;se apilaban en el asiento de atrás&lt;br /&gt;hasta la próxima gasolinera&lt;br /&gt;donde parar a por más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no me preguntes si te echo de menos&lt;br /&gt;porque no podría mentir&lt;br /&gt;pero he traído un regalo&lt;br /&gt;que puedes oír&lt;br /&gt;que te haga sentir&lt;br /&gt;lo que siento yo aquí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nos vamos de viaje...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-3240201018009902796?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/3240201018009902796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=3240201018009902796' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/3240201018009902796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/3240201018009902796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-cara-de-niki-lauda-los-planetas.html' title='la cara de niki lauda - los planetas'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-6610366254989427987</id><published>2009-08-04T11:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:09:07.877+02:00</updated><title type='text'>old yellow bricks - arctic monkeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w47RNPRe3co&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w47RNPRe3co&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old yellow bricks&lt;br /&gt;love's a risk&lt;br /&gt;quite the little escapologist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love's so miffed&lt;br /&gt;when you wish&lt;br /&gt;for a thousand places better than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the fugitive &lt;br /&gt;but you don't know what you're running from&lt;br /&gt;you can't kid us &lt;br /&gt;and you couldn't trick anyone&lt;br /&gt;Houdini &lt;br /&gt;look you don't know what you're running away from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up&lt;br /&gt;blinded by nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;he wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was enraged&lt;br /&gt;by the way&lt;br /&gt;that the emperors were trapped in the cage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the days&lt;br /&gt;she'd deemed dull&lt;br /&gt;the empty nights reading beer bottles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're such a fugitive &lt;br /&gt;but you don't know what you're running from&lt;br /&gt;you can't kid us &lt;br /&gt;yeah you couldn't trick anyone&lt;br /&gt;Houdini &lt;br /&gt;yeah you don't know what you're running from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up&lt;br /&gt;blinded by nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;he wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it's a loss&lt;br /&gt;just because&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't all that you thought it was&lt;br /&gt;you're the fugitive &lt;br /&gt;but you don't know what you're running away from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said I want to sleep in the city that never wakes up&lt;br /&gt;and revel in nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;I know I said&lt;br /&gt;he wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;br /&gt;Dorothy was right though &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;finally a good day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me encanta esta canción!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-6610366254989427987?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/6610366254989427987/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=6610366254989427987' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/6610366254989427987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/6610366254989427987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/08/old-yellow-bricks-arctic-monkeys.html' title='old yellow bricks - arctic monkeys'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-3960962911022975592</id><published>2009-07-28T23:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:09:39.609+02:00</updated><title type='text'>musicians, please take heed - belle and sebastian</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-A7CDPBMsyk&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-A7CDPBMsyk&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;this is a holiday&lt;br /&gt;some bloody holiday&lt;br /&gt;my friends have gone away&lt;br /&gt;they're of the temporary sort&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;I will be better without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as you let me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to taste the air beside the river&lt;br /&gt;I pick the soundtrack with immaculate care&lt;br /&gt;such a lot rests upon it&lt;br /&gt;my life upon a song&lt;br /&gt;you don't know how much I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;musicians please take heed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I might just write a letter&lt;br /&gt;anything to stay away &lt;br /&gt;from books and lessons today&lt;br /&gt;besides it's part of my induction&lt;br /&gt;into the literate world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a literate girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I string the words together softly&lt;br /&gt;I lay my love upon you with each line&lt;br /&gt;a gift of improvising&lt;br /&gt;removes me from revising&lt;br /&gt;I made a daisy chain from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phrase verse and punctuation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll kick this mood off with a change of scene&lt;br /&gt;I bought a  and go to the gym&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get away with wearing in my sweater&lt;br /&gt;But I lost a lot of weight&lt;br /&gt;I think it's down to leaving meat out of my diet as a rule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't buy it 'cause it's cruel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if the nighttime threatens me with pain&lt;br /&gt;I will give in to lust&lt;br /&gt;I will do what I must&lt;br /&gt;I've got a number of a girl I know&lt;br /&gt;who gets hallucinogens &lt;br /&gt;from a pair of hooligans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a dose&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind trying&lt;br /&gt;she lets me stay there while I leave the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snuggle up beside her&lt;br /&gt;think that I'll stay til morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's got me started yawning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hace demasiado calor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-3960962911022975592?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/3960962911022975592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=3960962911022975592' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/3960962911022975592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/3960962911022975592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/07/musicians-please-take-heed-belle-and.html' title='musicians, please take heed - belle and sebastian'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-8058371979607556621</id><published>2009-07-22T17:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T17:50:00.362+02:00</updated><title type='text'>town called malice - the jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r3fDXsPE0Sc&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r3fDXsPE0Sc&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better stop dreaming of the quiet life &lt;br /&gt;cos it's the one we'll never know&lt;br /&gt;and quit running for that runaway bus &lt;br /&gt;cos those rosey days are few&lt;br /&gt;and stop apologising for the things you've never done&lt;br /&gt;cos time is short and life is cruel &lt;br /&gt;but it's up to us to change &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this town called malice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rows and rows of disused milk floats&lt;br /&gt;stand dying in the dairy yard&lt;br /&gt;and a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk &lt;br /&gt;bottles to their hearts&lt;br /&gt;hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry&lt;br /&gt;it's enough to make you stop believing when tears come &lt;br /&gt;fast and furious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a town called malice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;struggle after struggle &lt;br /&gt;year after year&lt;br /&gt;the atmosphere's a fine blend of ice &lt;br /&gt;I'm almost stone cold dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a town called malice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef&lt;br /&gt;gets dashed against the co-op&lt;br /&gt;to either cut down on beer or the kids new gear&lt;br /&gt;it's a big decision &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a town called malice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ghost of a steam train&lt;br /&gt;echoes down my track&lt;br /&gt;it's at the moment bound for nowhere &lt;br /&gt;just going round and round&lt;br /&gt;playground kids and creaking swings &lt;br /&gt;lost laughter in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;I could go on for hours and I probably will &lt;br /&gt;but I'd sooner put some joy back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this town called malice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;en mitad de esta horrible ola de calor, nada mejor que huir al lluvioso norte. see you wednesday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-8058371979607556621?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/8058371979607556621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=8058371979607556621' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/8058371979607556621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/8058371979607556621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/07/town-called-malice-jam.html' title='town called malice - the jam'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-8370107795226782367</id><published>2009-07-18T12:31:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T12:56:44.283+02:00</updated><title type='text'>paraísos artificiales - eskorzo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sgq7t8CcnyQ&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sgq7t8CcnyQ&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lloran &lt;br /&gt;las amapolas&lt;br /&gt;y sus lágrimas amargas recuerdan&lt;br /&gt;que estamos vivos y muertos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y abren &lt;br /&gt;nuestras puertas de par en par&lt;br /&gt;y nos muestran así el camino &lt;br /&gt;a jardines secretos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y aquí afuera &lt;br /&gt;siempre es primavera&lt;br /&gt;y aquí afuera &lt;br /&gt;siempre pica el sol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lloran &lt;br /&gt;lloran de pena&lt;br /&gt;y nos alejan de la tormenta&lt;br /&gt;y nos alejan de la tormenta&lt;br /&gt;que acecha y deja &lt;br /&gt;deja que duerma&lt;br /&gt;quiero huir del ruido de los hombres&lt;br /&gt;y soñar &lt;br /&gt;en un mundo de insomnes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puede que no sepamos&lt;br /&gt;hacia dónde vamos&lt;br /&gt;de dónde venimos&lt;br /&gt;y puede que eso dé igual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y nos baste con sólo un instante&lt;br /&gt;de paz infinita y de tranquilidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viajando a paraísos artificiales&lt;br /&gt;buscando la llave de la felicidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanta tienes &lt;br /&gt;tanta pierdes &lt;br /&gt;tanta das&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y aquí fuera&lt;br /&gt;siempre es primavera&lt;br /&gt;aquí fuera&lt;br /&gt;siempre pica el sol&lt;br /&gt;aquí fuera&lt;br /&gt;siempre arde la hoguera&lt;br /&gt;a la espera &lt;br /&gt;de otros como yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y aquí sigo en mi rincón&lt;br /&gt;contando los trozos sueltos&lt;br /&gt;que caen de mi corazón &lt;br /&gt;que cocino a fuego lento&lt;br /&gt;y hoy comeremos los dos&lt;br /&gt;para eso me he abierto el pecho&lt;br /&gt;hablaremos del amor&lt;br /&gt;no quedarán ni los huesos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puede que no sepamos&lt;br /&gt;hacia dónde vamos&lt;br /&gt;de dónde venimos&lt;br /&gt;y puede que eso dé igual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y nos baste con sólo un instante&lt;br /&gt;de paz infinita y de tranquilidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viajando a paraísos artificiales&lt;br /&gt;buscando la llave de la felicidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanta tienes &lt;br /&gt;tanta pierdes &lt;br /&gt;tanta das&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y aquí fuera&lt;br /&gt;siempre es primavera&lt;br /&gt;aquí fuera&lt;br /&gt;siempre pica el sol&lt;br /&gt;aquí fuera&lt;br /&gt;siempre arde la hoguera&lt;br /&gt;a la espera &lt;br /&gt;de otros como yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a mí no me va mucho el rollo perroflaútico (ejem, no hay excusas para ser un guarro) ni el rollo apología feliz de las drogas (para eso está nacho vegas haciendo el otro tipo de apología que me mola más), pero tengo que reconocer que llevo dos días dándole vueltas a este estribillo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-8370107795226782367?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/8370107795226782367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=8370107795226782367' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/8370107795226782367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/8370107795226782367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/07/paraisos-artificiales-eskorzo.html' title='paraísos artificiales - eskorzo'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-2439089484591602390</id><published>2009-07-12T22:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:29:25.557+02:00</updated><title type='text'>roads - portishead</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/inx13j4NnQM&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/inx13j4NnQM&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, can't anybody see&lt;br /&gt;we've got a war to fight&lt;br /&gt;we never find our way&lt;br /&gt;regardless of what they say&lt;br /&gt;how can it feel this wrong&lt;br /&gt;from this moment&lt;br /&gt;how can it feel this wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stone in the morning light&lt;br /&gt;I feel no more&lt;br /&gt;can I say&lt;br /&gt;from self to myself&lt;br /&gt;I got nobody on my side&lt;br /&gt;and surely that ain't right&lt;br /&gt;surely that ain't right&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;oh, can't anybody see&lt;br /&gt;we've got a war to fight&lt;br /&gt;we never find our way&lt;br /&gt;regardless of what they say&lt;br /&gt;how can it feel this wrong&lt;br /&gt;from this moment&lt;br /&gt;how can it feel this wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can it feel this wrong&lt;br /&gt;from this moment&lt;br /&gt;how can it feel this wrong&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;oh, can't anybody see&lt;br /&gt;we've got a war to fight&lt;br /&gt;we've never found our way&lt;br /&gt;regardless of what they say&lt;br /&gt;how can it feel this wrong&lt;br /&gt;from this moment&lt;br /&gt;how can it feel this wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoping for a better week...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-2439089484591602390?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/2439089484591602390/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=2439089484591602390' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/2439089484591602390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/2439089484591602390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/07/roads-portishead.html' title='roads - portishead'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-2546365238439019846</id><published>2009-07-11T13:12:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T13:21:52.919+02:00</updated><title type='text'>al norte de norte - nacho vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=2a23041" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esto es para decirte&lt;br /&gt;que aquí esta empezando a nevar&lt;br /&gt;la playa parece un oso&lt;br /&gt;que duerme junto al mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es una extraña mañana&lt;br /&gt;de febrero en Gijón&lt;br /&gt;hoy siento mucho más lejos&lt;br /&gt;aquellas noches de calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y esto es para decirte&lt;br /&gt;lo mucho que pienso en ti&lt;br /&gt;hay hielo sobre los coches&lt;br /&gt;¿alguna vez viviste aquí?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perdona, no logro recordar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miré por mi ventana&lt;br /&gt;conozco estas calles tan bien&lt;br /&gt;te buscaré con la mente&lt;br /&gt;aunque no te alcance a ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y recordé viendo el muro&lt;br /&gt;algo que un buen día te oí&lt;br /&gt;"vivo al norte del norte&lt;br /&gt;hace frío en mi país&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lejos de todo, lejos de ti"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y si alguna vez te hice daño&lt;br /&gt;en este u otro rincón&lt;br /&gt;quiero que sepas con esto&lt;br /&gt;que no era mi intención&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que si lo era, no eras tú la razón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y un día tuve noticias&lt;br /&gt;de un extranjero sin voz&lt;br /&gt;decía ser tu amante &lt;br /&gt;y si lo era, ¿quién era yo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creo que hablé demasiado&lt;br /&gt;ahora tengo que salir&lt;br /&gt;sigue nevando ahí fuera&lt;br /&gt;cuídate mucho y sé feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te quiere,&lt;br /&gt;N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hace tiempo que no lo hacía, pero el sábado es el día de nacho vegas en mi blog. ésta no la había puesto nunca, así que ahí tenéis...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-2546365238439019846?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/2546365238439019846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=2546365238439019846' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/2546365238439019846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/2546365238439019846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/07/al-norte-de-norte-nacho-vegas.html' title='al norte de norte - nacho vegas'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-4784548120316927042</id><published>2009-07-07T20:53:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:28:52.633+02:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing compares to you - sinead o'connor</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rO8JWbG6bVw&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rO8JWbG6bVw&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been seven hours and fifteen days &lt;br /&gt;since you took your love away &lt;br /&gt;I go out every night and sleep all day &lt;br /&gt;since you took your love away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since you been gone I can do whatever I want &lt;br /&gt;I can see whomever I choose &lt;br /&gt;I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant &lt;br /&gt;but nothing &lt;br /&gt;I said nothing can take away these blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause nothing compares &lt;br /&gt;nothing compares to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been so lonely without you here &lt;br /&gt;like a bird without a song &lt;br /&gt;nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling &lt;br /&gt;tell me baby where did I go wrong? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could put my arms around every boy I see &lt;br /&gt;but they'd only remind me of you &lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor guess what he told me &lt;br /&gt;guess what he told me? &lt;br /&gt;he said, girl, you better have fun &lt;br /&gt;no matter what you do &lt;br /&gt;but he's a fool &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause nothing compares &lt;br /&gt;nothing compares to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the flowers that you planted, mama&lt;br /&gt;in the back yard &lt;br /&gt;all died when you went away &lt;br /&gt;I know that living with you baby was sometimes hard &lt;br /&gt;but I'm willing to give it another try &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause nothing compares ... &lt;br /&gt;nothing compares to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anoche no dormí nada. entre el dolor, el calor, y una extraña sensación de insomnio que hacía tiempo que no sentía (últimamente soy una marmota) no había manera de pillar el sueño. luego, como a las 4, me puse a pensar y me dí cuenta de una cosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy hace un año fue probablemente el peor día de mi vida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una afirmación categórica, pensaréis. lo es. lo fue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fue el día en el que mi &lt;a href="http://www.spinner.com/2007/05/03/the-25-most-exquisitely-sad-songs-in-the-whole-world-no-25/"&gt;corazón &lt;/a&gt;se desintegró. no se rompió, ya estaba bastante ajado el pobre. desapareció. no lo he vuelto a ver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;corny, I know...painfully true as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the plus side, tengo que decir que me encanta cantar esta canción con silvia. (no la cantamos, la graznamos, somos horribles como cantantes y ésta no es precisamente fácil) y como hace un año justo estaba haciendo las maletas para ir a verla a su isla, y cuando llegué allí, rota y sin corazón, ella me cuidó y me quiso mucho, ésta se la dedico a ella. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-4784548120316927042?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/4784548120316927042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=4784548120316927042' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/4784548120316927042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/4784548120316927042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/07/nothing-compares-to-you-sinead-oconnor.html' title='nothing compares to you - sinead o&apos;connor'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-2477948412598203340</id><published>2009-07-06T20:39:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:50:30.769+02:00</updated><title type='text'>a cualquier otra parte - dorian</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y8Mw-WmLou0&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y8Mw-WmLou0&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ver que ya no piensas en mí&lt;br /&gt;que ya no crees en la gente&lt;br /&gt;que tomas pastillas rosas&lt;br /&gt;y te has vuelto nihilista&lt;br /&gt;y sueñas con no soñar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entraría en tu luz&lt;br /&gt;con una canción sencilla&lt;br /&gt;tres notas y una bandera&lt;br /&gt;tan blanca como el corazón&lt;br /&gt;que late en tu cuerpo de niña&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estaría tan lejos de tí&lt;br /&gt;que ya no recuerdo el momento&lt;br /&gt;en que te dije por última vez&lt;br /&gt;que el cielo se está abriendo&lt;br /&gt;y se abre bajo tus pies&lt;br /&gt;y quiero que vengas conmigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cualquier otra parte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ver que no sabes decir que no&lt;br /&gt;que vivo en pisos oscuros&lt;br /&gt;y tengo dos mil razones&lt;br /&gt;para olvidarme de todo&lt;br /&gt;y no pensar más que en tu voz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entraría en tu luz&lt;br /&gt;con una canción sencilla&lt;br /&gt;tres notas y una bandera&lt;br /&gt;tan blanca como el corazón&lt;br /&gt;que late en tu cuerpo de niña&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estaría tan lejos de tí&lt;br /&gt;que ya no recuerdo el momento&lt;br /&gt;en que te dije por última vez&lt;br /&gt;que el cielo se está abriendo&lt;br /&gt;y se abre bajo tus pies&lt;br /&gt;y quiero que vengas conmigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cualquier otra parte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cualquier otra parte&lt;br /&gt;(en las sombras)&lt;br /&gt;a cualquier otra parte&lt;br /&gt;(te recuerdo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoy ha sido un shitty shitty day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no need to worry, though, es sólo que no se puede empezar un buen día con una extracción molar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-2477948412598203340?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/2477948412598203340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=2477948412598203340' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/2477948412598203340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/2477948412598203340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/07/cualquier-otra-parte-dorian.html' title='a cualquier otra parte - dorian'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-2762574327213964656</id><published>2009-07-04T13:01:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:14:42.834+02:00</updated><title type='text'>you and I - wilco &amp; feist</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DiTDc9_EGvg&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DiTDc9_EGvg&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;preciosísima canción &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/USjuOWLyWIQ&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/USjuOWLyWIQ&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;por si no la habéis podido oir bien con el ruido de los fans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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feist'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-5460614243630549823</id><published>2009-07-02T00:01:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T00:41:13.478+02:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbeat radio - sondre lerche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/SkvlOFUb3fI/AAAAAAAAADk/3-bfOwY5GLE/s1600-h/sondre+lerche.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/SkvlOFUb3fI/AAAAAAAAADk/3-bfOwY5GLE/s400/sondre+lerche.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353624612168785394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pincha &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://stereogum.com/archives/new-sondre-lerche-heartbeat-radio-stereogum-premie_075022.html "&gt;&lt;em&gt;aquí&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;para oir la nueva canción de sondre lerche&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me what you think about the song&lt;br /&gt;sue me if you reckon it's too long&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know how you really feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me what you think this is fine&lt;br /&gt;spending all my time and my money&lt;br /&gt;trying to find how you really feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the radio's perfect pitch&lt;br /&gt;makes me nauseous&lt;br /&gt;oh the dimwits are digging a ditch&lt;br /&gt;on my heartbeat radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me what's the deal with the static&lt;br /&gt;half of it's become automatic&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know did the dj drown&lt;br /&gt;in a sea of reverb and compresion&lt;br /&gt;oh wait till you hear the refrain &lt;br /&gt;on my heartbeat radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my darling waves&lt;br /&gt;can be replaced&lt;br /&gt;but I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;I´d sell my soul&lt;br /&gt;for the old  &lt;br /&gt;still I´m not receiving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me why you are changing the station&lt;br /&gt;what comes after heavy rotation&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know&lt;br /&gt;am I coming through?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know &lt;br /&gt;what I´ve done to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're wailing on my favorite song&lt;br /&gt;and everyone else's&lt;br /&gt;oh nothing but sad honky tonk&lt;br /&gt;on my heartbeat radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my darling waves&lt;br /&gt;can't be replaced&lt;br /&gt;but I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;I sold my soul&lt;br /&gt;for the old &lt;br /&gt;still I´m not receiving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me what you think about this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will laugh and cry&lt;br /&gt;but dont ask why&lt;br /&gt;my poor heart still beats &lt;br /&gt;for you&lt;br /&gt;on my heartbeat radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my darling waves&lt;br /&gt;can't be replaced&lt;br /&gt;but I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;I´d sell my soul&lt;br /&gt;for the old &lt;br /&gt;still I´m not receiving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;como no tengo mejores cosas que hacer, y el acento noruego de este chico hace que su inglés sea de lo más clarito, hoy la canción la he transcrito (bonito palabro) yo. es que es novísima y aún no está en ningún lado. perdonadme los errores que hay al menos un par...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me ha gustado la crítica implícita a la radio artificial que se está empezando a oir por aquí también. con o sin crítica, la canción se pega enseguida y alegra bastante.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-5460614243630549823?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/SkvlOFUb3fI/AAAAAAAAADk/3-bfOwY5GLE/s72-c/sondre+lerche.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-274291164101294557</id><published>2009-06-29T21:05:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:23:30.864+02:00</updated><title type='text'>flume - bon iver</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/62i9Sodwp5o&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/62i9Sodwp5o&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am my mother's only one&lt;br /&gt;it's enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear my garment so it shows&lt;br /&gt;now you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only love is all maroon&lt;br /&gt;gluey feathers on a flume&lt;br /&gt;sky is womb and she's the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am my mother on the wall with us all&lt;br /&gt;I move in water shore to shore&lt;br /&gt;nothing's more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only love is all maroon&lt;br /&gt;lapping lakes like leary loons&lt;br /&gt;leaving rope burns &lt;br /&gt;reddish ruse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only love is all maroon&lt;br /&gt;gluey feathers on a flume&lt;br /&gt;sky is womb and she's the moon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bueno, pues ya es oficial. las vacaciones han empezado. yuju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a partir de mañana mis planes son: no levantarme más a las 6 y 20 de la mañana. ver en maratón la quinta temporada de perdidos. aprender Linus (aunque no me sirva para nada porque ya no creo que me den la coordinación, simplemente porque yo lo valgo). echar una mano en la empresa familiar (novedad donde las haya). seguir yendo al gimnasio. entre medias escapadas a la playa (no muchas) y viaje a croacia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supongo que no me puedo quejar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vaya rollo de claustro hoy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-274291164101294557?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/274291164101294557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=274291164101294557' 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- cindy lauper</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SlykYu5QOkM&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SlykYu5QOkM&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lying in my bed I hear the clock tick&lt;br /&gt;and think of you &lt;br /&gt;caught up in circles &lt;br /&gt;confusion&lt;br /&gt;is nothing new &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flashback&lt;br /&gt;warm nights&lt;br /&gt;almost left behind &lt;br /&gt;suitcase of memories &lt;br /&gt;time after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you picture me&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking too far ahead &lt;br /&gt;you're calling to me&lt;br /&gt;I can't hear &lt;br /&gt;what you've said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you say&lt;br /&gt;go slow&lt;br /&gt;I fall behind&lt;br /&gt;the second hand unwinds &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're lost you can look&lt;br /&gt;and you will find me &lt;br /&gt;time after time &lt;br /&gt;if you fall I will catch you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting &lt;br /&gt;time after time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my picture fades and darkness has &lt;br /&gt;turned to gray &lt;br /&gt;watching through windows&lt;br /&gt;you're wondering &lt;br /&gt;if I'm OK &lt;br /&gt;secrets stolen &lt;br /&gt;from deep inside &lt;br /&gt;the drum beats out of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're lost you can look&lt;br /&gt;and you will find me &lt;br /&gt;time after time &lt;br /&gt;if you fall I will catch you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting &lt;br /&gt;time after time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said go slow&lt;br /&gt;I fall behind &lt;br /&gt;the second hand unwinds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're lost you can look&lt;br /&gt;and you will find me &lt;br /&gt;time after time &lt;br /&gt;if you fall I will catch you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time after time&lt;br /&gt;time after time &lt;br /&gt;time after time &lt;br /&gt;time after time &lt;br /&gt;time after time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;éste es para Víctor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-6055341340711139715?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/6055341340711139715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=6055341340711139715' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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sondre lerche</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yugq4_jaPZ0&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yugq4_jaPZ0&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma!&lt;br /&gt;if it's worth the made up smiles&lt;br /&gt;the quiet fights&lt;br /&gt;oh mother!&lt;br /&gt;it is hard not to look in the mirror's eye&lt;br /&gt;I have come to this while you have come along&lt;br /&gt;so it's alright &lt;br /&gt;if you change your mind the other way around again&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have to spell my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so start the two way monologues &lt;br /&gt;that speak your mind&lt;br /&gt;we're talking two way monologues &lt;br /&gt;with words that rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we&lt;br /&gt;can't reclaim the shirts we threw away last twirl&lt;br /&gt;uncurl &lt;br /&gt;the note-in-pocket personal brochures &lt;br /&gt;that dust&lt;br /&gt;machine-washed&lt;br /&gt;that's how paper rusts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days you spend wanting some of Michael Landon's grace&lt;br /&gt;strike back&lt;br /&gt;now they shape your life as stony as his face&lt;br /&gt;oh no! &lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have to spell his name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so start the two way monologues &lt;br /&gt;that speak your mind&lt;br /&gt;start the two way monologues &lt;br /&gt;with words that rhyme&lt;br /&gt;start the two way monologues &lt;br /&gt;that speak your mind&lt;br /&gt;we're talking two way monologues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuantos grupos nuevos estoy conociendo estos días con lastfm. me encanta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el fin de curso sigue implacable y no tengo un rato libre. siento la desconexión, pero en pocos días tendré todo el tiempo del mundo, demasiado quizás. nos vemos entonces...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-6099189831624585335?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/6099189831624585335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=6099189831624585335' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/6099189831624585335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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I met you&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I was tired&lt;br /&gt;I was hungry &lt;br /&gt;I fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I'm away &lt;br /&gt;I write home everyday &lt;br /&gt;and I see you on the TV &lt;br /&gt;at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can see that &lt;br /&gt;life's for us to talk about&lt;br /&gt;you can leave &lt;br /&gt;whenever you want out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't relate to me&lt;br /&gt;no girl&lt;br /&gt;you don't respect me&lt;br /&gt;no girl&lt;br /&gt;no girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I met you &lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to do &lt;br /&gt;but I noticed &lt;br /&gt;that I didn't really feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you're away&lt;br /&gt;you write home everyday&lt;br /&gt;I don't beg&lt;br /&gt;I don't borrow&lt;br /&gt;I steal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't think that &lt;br /&gt;life's for us to talk about &lt;br /&gt;you can leave &lt;br /&gt;whenever you want out&lt;br /&gt;you want out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;you don't relate to me&lt;br /&gt;no girl&lt;br /&gt;you don't respect me&lt;br /&gt;no girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can leave when ever you want out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me encanta, la he oído cincuenta veces hoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad there's no video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por cierto, os he dicho alguna vez que odio corregir? argh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-5668598377918906314?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/5668598377918906314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=5668598377918906314' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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and the dancers</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_9-dakz2R_o&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_9-dakz2R_o&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed you good bye at the airport&lt;br /&gt;I held you so close to me&lt;br /&gt;I said 'so here we are now and I can't stop from crying Lilly'&lt;br /&gt;and you said 'hey hey hoo, you know this is the way to go &lt;br /&gt;you will forget about me when I'm on that plane&lt;br /&gt;forget about me when I'm on that plane' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight tonight tonight tonight &lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you &lt;br /&gt;tonight tonight tonight tonight &lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the plane took off and my love went with it&lt;br /&gt;the chilly wind whipped my both cheeks hard&lt;br /&gt;and the man next to me said 'everything is gonna be alright'&lt;br /&gt;I said 'nothing is gonna be alright but thank you anyway'&lt;br /&gt;and then I saw your face in the airplane window&lt;br /&gt;I waved my hands and I shouted to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight tonight tonight tonight &lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you &lt;br /&gt;tonight tonight tonight tonight &lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore a T-shirt and my worn out hat&lt;br /&gt;abandoned as a summer cat&lt;br /&gt;and as I stood there as a broken hearted &lt;br /&gt;I realized you got the car keys still&lt;br /&gt;so I broke into my own old car&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep on the passenger seat&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed of summer sex with you and you whispered in my ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight tonight tonight tonight &lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you &lt;br /&gt;tonight tonight tonight tonight &lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't you leave me tomorrow instead? &lt;br /&gt;why can't you leave me tomorrow instead? &lt;br /&gt;and above the clouds she said to her self &lt;br /&gt;'I can't believe how naive a man can be &lt;br /&gt;that's why I love you so and that's why I can't be with you' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight tonight tonight tonight &lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you &lt;br /&gt;tonight tonight tonight tonight &lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;qué gracioso es billie...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-4251824498908150352?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' 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width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-8808888171358939589</id><published>2009-06-10T21:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:57:26.218+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the time of times - badly drawn boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fb5T0gcHZBg&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fb5T0gcHZBg&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, sweet morning&lt;br /&gt;is your head not right?&lt;br /&gt;did you hear my warning?&lt;br /&gt;this is the time of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your head feels like your body&lt;br /&gt;your mind is close behind&lt;br /&gt;there’s a teardrop on your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;says this is the time of times&lt;br /&gt;it’s the time of times again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the time of times&lt;br /&gt;it’s the time of times again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;primera canción en mi reproductor de mp3 esta noche...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;al poner el vídeo, me doy cuenta de que no he visto la peli ni me daban ganas, pero con la niña de little miss sunshine y rachel weisz quizás no sea tan mala como parece. ni siquiera sé el título...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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boy'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-3739349775412379160</id><published>2009-06-09T22:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:15:56.788+02:00</updated><title type='text'>girls &amp; boys - blur</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-BUU7ff3ntE&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-BUU7ff3ntE&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;streets like a jungle&lt;br /&gt;so call the police&lt;br /&gt;following the herd&lt;br /&gt;down to greece&lt;br /&gt;on holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love in the nineties&lt;br /&gt;is paranoid&lt;br /&gt;on sunny beaches&lt;br /&gt;take your chances&lt;br /&gt;looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls who are boys&lt;br /&gt;who like boys to be girls&lt;br /&gt;who do boys like they're girls&lt;br /&gt;who do girls like they're boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always should be someone you really love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avoiding all work&lt;br /&gt;cos there's none available&lt;br /&gt;like battery thinkers&lt;br /&gt;count your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;on one two three four five fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing is wasted&lt;br /&gt;only reproduced&lt;br /&gt;you get nasty blisters&lt;br /&gt;du bist sehr schen&lt;br /&gt;but we haven't been introduced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls who are boys&lt;br /&gt;who like boys to be girls&lt;br /&gt;who do boys like they're girls&lt;br /&gt;who do girls like they're boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always should be someone you really love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always should be someone to really love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;todo el día con esta canción en la cabeza...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-3739349775412379160?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/3739349775412379160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-1868926419955538577</id><published>2009-06-08T20:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:55:58.505+02:00</updated><title type='text'>qué puedo hacer - los planetas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xakFFibk3YE&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xakFFibk3YE&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿qué puedo hacer&lt;br /&gt;si después de tanto tiempo&lt;br /&gt;no te dejo de querer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y si después&lt;br /&gt;de todo el tiempo que ha pasado&lt;br /&gt;si nos vemos no sé lo que hacer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he pasado por tu casa 20 veces&lt;br /&gt;siempre voy al Amador por si apareces&lt;br /&gt;pero nunca vas&lt;br /&gt;pero nunca nunca vas&lt;br /&gt;estoy harto de esperar&lt;br /&gt;esto es más de lo que puedo soportar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y una vez más&lt;br /&gt;he intentado convencerte&lt;br /&gt;pero todo sigue igual&lt;br /&gt;que todos estos años&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y una vez más&lt;br /&gt;de qué me sirve intentarlo&lt;br /&gt;si ni siquiera me vas a escuchar&lt;br /&gt;¿estoy equivocado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he pasado por tu casa 20 veces&lt;br /&gt;siempre voy al Amador por si apareces&lt;br /&gt;pero nunca vas&lt;br /&gt;pero nunca nunca vas&lt;br /&gt;estoy harto de esperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estoy harto de intentarlo&lt;br /&gt;estoy cansado de seguir igual&lt;br /&gt;tiene que cambiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voy a dejar este sitio&lt;br /&gt;para no encontrarme contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he pasado por tu casa 20 veces&lt;br /&gt;siempre voy al Amador por si apareces&lt;br /&gt;pero nunca vas&lt;br /&gt;pero nunca nunca vas&lt;br /&gt;estoy harto de esperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;te creerás, alex, que yo nunca he estado en el amador?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-1868926419955538577?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/1868926419955538577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-7887372427030568641</id><published>2009-06-08T01:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:39:27.253+02:00</updated><title type='text'>missing - everything but the girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:34010" width="512" height="319" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashVars="configParams=type%3Dnormal%26id%3D1535956%26vid%3D34010%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A34010%26startUri=mgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A34010" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;text-align:center;width:500px;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/artist/everything_but_the_girl/artist.jhtml" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/video/" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I step off the train&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking down your street again&lt;br /&gt;and pass your door&lt;br /&gt;but you don't live there anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's years since you've been there&lt;br /&gt;now you've disappeared somewhere&lt;br /&gt;like outer space&lt;br /&gt;you've found some better place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I miss you&lt;br /&gt;like the deserts miss the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could you be dead?&lt;br /&gt;you always were&lt;br /&gt;two steps ahead of everyone&lt;br /&gt;we'd walk behind&lt;br /&gt;while you would run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up at your house&lt;br /&gt;and I can almost hear you&lt;br /&gt;shout down to me&lt;br /&gt;where I always used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I miss you&lt;br /&gt;like the deserts miss the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back on the train&lt;br /&gt;I ask&lt;br /&gt;why did I come again?&lt;br /&gt;can I confess&lt;br /&gt;I've been hanging'round&lt;br /&gt;your old address?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the years have proved&lt;br /&gt;to offer nothing&lt;br /&gt;since you moved&lt;br /&gt;you're long gone&lt;br /&gt;but I can't move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I miss you&lt;br /&gt;like the deserts miss the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;recuerdo largas discusiones filosóficas sobre este estribillo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-7887372427030568641?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/7887372427030568641/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-9210686146651327373</id><published>2009-06-06T12:18:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T12:24:47.730+02:00</updated><title type='text'>déjame vivir con alegría - vainica doble</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=6282b9d" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;déjame que descanse un rato al sol&lt;br /&gt;déjame vivir con alegría&lt;br /&gt;si he pescado bastante para hoy&lt;br /&gt;mañana será otro día&lt;br /&gt;no faltará un caracol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo no cambio tu ananás por mi limón&lt;br /&gt;yo no cambio tu salmón por mi salmonete&lt;br /&gt;mete la "rolley-flex" en un cajón&lt;br /&gt;agarra la puerta y vete&lt;br /&gt;no te quiero en mi rincón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y un higo chumbo y una aceituna&lt;br /&gt;tu nuevo mundo yo descubrí con Colón&lt;br /&gt;y una aceituna y un higo chumbo&lt;br /&gt;vete a tu luna y déjame en mi rincón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oscurita es mi pigmentación&lt;br /&gt;y mi cuerpo es enjuto y resistente&lt;br /&gt;rubias gentes me tienen compasión&lt;br /&gt;porque me falta algún diente&lt;br /&gt;y entre dientes me río yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con un dátil por alimentación&lt;br /&gt;con un dátil yo inventé la democracia&lt;br /&gt;con un dátil yo te gano el maratón&lt;br /&gt;no me hace ninguna gracia&lt;br /&gt;que me tengas compasión&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y un higo chumbo y una aceituna&lt;br /&gt;tu nuevo mundo yo descubrí con Colón&lt;br /&gt;y una aceituna y un higo chumbo&lt;br /&gt;vete a tu luna y déjame en mi rincón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;buenísima...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=bc602d0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-9210686146651327373?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/9210686146651327373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=9210686146651327373' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/9210686146651327373'/><link rel='self' 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src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=6deff92" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miénteme&lt;br /&gt;dime lo que quiero oir&lt;br /&gt;derríteme los tímpanos&lt;br /&gt;inventa para mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con tu jerga envolvente&lt;br /&gt;con tu lengua pegajosa&lt;br /&gt;hazme sentir que vuelan&lt;br /&gt;en mi estómago mariposas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;engáñame &lt;br /&gt;haz todas las patrañas necesarias &lt;br /&gt;para hacerme creer&lt;br /&gt;que estás a mi merced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con tus manos tan diestras&lt;br /&gt;bajas pasiones engendras&lt;br /&gt;hazme olvidar las penas&lt;br /&gt;las angustias&lt;br /&gt;los dilemas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazme feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazme sentir que vuelan&lt;br /&gt;en mi estómago mariposas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miénteme &lt;br /&gt;dime lo que quiero oir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sé que lo mismo le dices a todas&lt;br /&gt;deshoja mis petalos con tu boca&lt;br /&gt;fugaz instante eterno &lt;br /&gt;a fuego lento &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tengo ganas de que termine esta semana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acabo de ver &lt;a href="http://www.telecinco.es/informativos/cultura/noticia/100004512/Nacho+Vegas+Internet+no+esta+acabando+con+la+musica"&gt;ésto&lt;/a&gt;. qué bien me cae este señor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-1542933322308853985?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/1542933322308853985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=1542933322308853985' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/1542933322308853985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/1542933322308853985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/06/mienteme-aterciopelados.html' title='miénteme - aterciopelados'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-398861540485518909</id><published>2009-06-03T17:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:28:16.989+02:00</updated><title type='text'>dry martini s.a. - nacho vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wlIGJoqZlmY&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wlIGJoqZlmY&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eh, un vídeo de nacho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(es tan horroroso como a mí me parece?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-398861540485518909?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-501123397586615406</id><published>2009-06-02T17:17:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T17:41:45.034+02:00</updated><title type='text'>your love alone is not enough - manic street preachers &amp; nina persson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="381"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x1lyuq_manic-street-preachers-your-love-al_music&amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x1lyuq_manic-street-preachers-your-love-al_music&amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="381" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your love alone - is not enough not enough not enough&lt;br /&gt;when times get tough they get tough they get tough they get tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trade all your heroes in for ghosts in for ghosts in for ghosts&lt;br /&gt;they're always the one's that love you most love you most love you most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your love alone - is not enough not enough not enough&lt;br /&gt;it's what you felt it's what you said what you said what you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said the sky would fall on you fall on you fall on you&lt;br /&gt;through all the pain your eyes stayed blue they stayed blue baby blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but your love alone won't save the world&lt;br /&gt;you knew the secret of the universe&lt;br /&gt;despite it all you made it worse&lt;br /&gt;it left you lonely it left you cursed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you stole the sun straight from my heart from my heart from heart&lt;br /&gt;with no excuses just fell apart fell apart fell apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no you won't make a mess of me mess of me mess of me&lt;br /&gt;for you're as blind as a man can be man can be man can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have seen for miles and miles&lt;br /&gt;I could have made you feel alive&lt;br /&gt;I could have placed us in exile&lt;br /&gt;I could have shown you how too cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your love alone is not enough&lt;br /&gt;your love alone is not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;estos días de nuevo sóla, en el coche, y acordándome de canciones como ésta. ya me iba haciendo falta un fin de semana como éste...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-501123397586615406?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-7048701440644783968</id><published>2009-05-30T11:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T11:25:32.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'>va a empezar a llover - nacho vegas y enrique bunbury</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zhcCqIsDSkA&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zhcCqIsDSkA&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con trémula voz&lt;br /&gt;me dijiste esto en tu vida &lt;br /&gt;te podría ocurrir&lt;br /&gt;como hoy ocurre en la mía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taché los días del calendario&lt;br /&gt;en los que nos hicimos daño &lt;br /&gt;y quedaron tres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tres días encerrado sin tí&lt;br /&gt;en mi propio metro cuadrado&lt;br /&gt;nos volveremos a ver &lt;br /&gt;en el día de todos los santos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dime ¿crees que valió la pena?&lt;br /&gt;si amenazan hoy nubes negras &lt;br /&gt;que vienen hacia aquí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y creo que va a empezar a llover&lt;br /&gt;creo que va a empezar a llover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y el cielo continuó yendo a gris&lt;br /&gt;Y tu voz en mí insistía&lt;br /&gt;te podría ocurrir &lt;br /&gt;como hoy ocurre en mi vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo te quise te quise tanto&lt;br /&gt;hasta que se me hubo agotado &lt;br /&gt;mi amor por tí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y creo que va a empezar a llover&lt;br /&gt;creo que va a empezar a llover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y yo querré correr&lt;br /&gt;y correr&lt;br /&gt;y desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;dime ¿crees que valió la pena?&lt;br /&gt;si amenazan hoy nubes negras&lt;br /&gt;que vienen hacia aquí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo te quise, te quise tanto&lt;br /&gt;hasta que encontre agotado &lt;br /&gt;mi amor por tí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y creo que va a empezar a llover&lt;br /&gt;creo que va a empezar a llover&lt;br /&gt;y creo que va a empezar a llover&lt;br /&gt;y creo que va a empezar a llover&lt;br /&gt;y creo que va a empezar a llover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y yo querré correr&lt;br /&gt;y correr&lt;br /&gt;y desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;yo te quise, te quise tanto&lt;br /&gt;hasta que se me hubo agotado mi amor por tí &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;qué envidia de concierto...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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bunbury'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-4514861122262888987</id><published>2009-05-28T18:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:11:38.794+02:00</updated><title type='text'>while you were sleeping - elvis perkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NmEoUNWQrwg&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NmEoUNWQrwg&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=1f04b25" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while you were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;your babies grew&lt;br /&gt;the stars shined&lt;br /&gt;and the shadows moved&lt;br /&gt;time flew &lt;br /&gt;the phone rang&lt;br /&gt;there was a silence &lt;br /&gt;when the kitchen sang&lt;br /&gt;its songs competed &lt;br /&gt;like kids for space&lt;br /&gt;we stared for hours &lt;br /&gt;in our maker's face&lt;br /&gt;they gave us picks&lt;br /&gt;said go mine the sun&lt;br /&gt;and go gold &lt;br /&gt;and come back when you're done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while you were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;you tossed&lt;br /&gt;you turned&lt;br /&gt;you rolled your eyes as&lt;br /&gt;the world burned&lt;br /&gt;the heavens fell&lt;br /&gt;the earth quaked&lt;br /&gt;I thought you must be&lt;br /&gt;but you weren't awake&lt;br /&gt;no you were dreaming&lt;br /&gt;you ignored the sun&lt;br /&gt;you grew your power garden&lt;br /&gt;for your little ones&lt;br /&gt;and you found brides &lt;br /&gt;for them on christmas eve&lt;br /&gt;they hung young cain &lt;br /&gt;from the adam trees&lt;br /&gt;and danced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while you were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;I tossed and I turned too&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes&lt;br /&gt;but the future burned through &lt;br /&gt;the planet turned our hair gray&lt;br /&gt;as I relived the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while you were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;the money died&lt;br /&gt;machines were harmless &lt;br /&gt;and the earth sighed&lt;br /&gt;through the wind &lt;br /&gt;you slept sound&lt;br /&gt;and gravity caught my love around&lt;br /&gt;the oceans rose&lt;br /&gt;sang about decay&lt;br /&gt;while witches flew&lt;br /&gt;and the mermaids stayed&lt;br /&gt;full of dreams&lt;br /&gt;you overslept&lt;br /&gt;and keeping with the quiet&lt;br /&gt;through the walls I crept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked on tiptoe&lt;br /&gt;sent darkness swirling over all the kitchen &lt;br /&gt;in the early morning&lt;br /&gt;I'll never catch up to you&lt;br /&gt;who sleeps so sound&lt;br /&gt;my arms are useless&lt;br /&gt;my heart beats too loud &lt;br /&gt;to go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;my mind's too proud to bow out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while you were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;the time changed&lt;br /&gt;all your things were rearranged&lt;br /&gt;your vampire mirrors face to face&lt;br /&gt;they saw forever out into space&lt;br /&gt;and found you dreaming in black and white&lt;br /&gt;while it rained in all the colors of the night&lt;br /&gt;I watched the TVs&lt;br /&gt;memories&lt;br /&gt;championships&lt;br /&gt;vanished to sea&lt;br /&gt;could it be&lt;br /&gt;my honey between you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I waited for the riddled sky&lt;br /&gt;to be solved again by sunrise&lt;br /&gt;and I've made a death suit for life&lt;br /&gt;for my father's ill widowed wife&lt;br /&gt;did you have that strangest dream before you woke&lt;br /&gt;cos in your gown you had the butterfly stroke&lt;br /&gt;did it escape you like some half told joke?&lt;br /&gt;when you reached for your plume of smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll haunt you&lt;br /&gt;my honey bee&lt;br /&gt;anyone who is anyone &lt;br /&gt;has that same dream&lt;br /&gt;were you falling&lt;br /&gt;were you flying&lt;br /&gt;and were you calling out&lt;br /&gt;or were you dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god you're up now&lt;br /&gt;let's stay this way&lt;br /&gt;else there'll be no mornings&lt;br /&gt;and no more days&lt;br /&gt;cos when we're dreaming&lt;br /&gt;our babies grow&lt;br /&gt;the sun shines&lt;br /&gt;and the shadows flow&lt;br /&gt;time flies&lt;br /&gt;the phone rings&lt;br /&gt;there is a silence&lt;br /&gt;and everybody tries to sing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lo siento, quería ser variada, pero me encanta este tipo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-4514861122262888987?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/4514861122262888987/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=4514861122262888987' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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wilco</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/97IT0-EDTtw&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/97IT0-EDTtw&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impossible Germany &lt;br /&gt;unlikely Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;wherever you land&lt;br /&gt;I'll say what this means to me&lt;br /&gt;I'll do what I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impossible Germany &lt;br /&gt;unlikely Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fundamental problem&lt;br /&gt;we all need to face&lt;br /&gt;this is important&lt;br /&gt;but I know you're not listening&lt;br /&gt;oh I know you're not listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iif this was still new to me&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impossible Germany &lt;br /&gt;unlikely Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is what love is for&lt;br /&gt;to be out of place&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous and alone&lt;br /&gt;face to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with no larger problems&lt;br /&gt;that need to be erased&lt;br /&gt;nothing more important than to know&lt;br /&gt;someone's listening&lt;br /&gt;now I know &lt;br /&gt;you'll be listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;qué idiota...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-2355834012561605822?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-2954973111228479857</id><published>2009-05-25T17:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T17:53:38.576+02:00</updated><title type='text'>because the night - patti smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/px__SsVXX_0&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/px__SsVXX_0&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me now baby here as I am&lt;br /&gt;pull me close try and understand&lt;br /&gt;desire is hunger is the fire I breathe&lt;br /&gt;love is a banquet on which we feed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on now try and understand&lt;br /&gt;the way I feel when I'm in your hands&lt;br /&gt;take my hand come undercover&lt;br /&gt;they can't hurt you now&lt;br /&gt;can't hurt you now&lt;br /&gt;can't hurt you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the night belongs to lovers&lt;br /&gt;because the night belongs to lust&lt;br /&gt;cecause the night belongs to lovers&lt;br /&gt;because the night belongs to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have I doubt when Im alone&lt;br /&gt;love is a ring the telephone&lt;br /&gt;love is an angel disguised as lust&lt;br /&gt;here in our bed until the morning comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on now try and understand&lt;br /&gt;the way I feel under your command&lt;br /&gt;take my hand as the sun descends&lt;br /&gt;they can't touch you now&lt;br /&gt;can't touch you now&lt;br /&gt;can't touch you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the night belongs to lovers ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love we sleep&lt;br /&gt;with doubt the vicious circle&lt;br /&gt;turn and burns&lt;br /&gt;without you I cannot live&lt;br /&gt;forgive the yearning burning&lt;br /&gt;I believe its time&lt;br /&gt;too real to feel&lt;br /&gt;so touch me now&lt;br /&gt;touch me now&lt;br /&gt;touch me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the night belongs to lovers ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because tonight there are two lovers&lt;br /&gt;if we believe in the night we trust&lt;br /&gt;because tonight there are two lovers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cien entradas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-2954973111228479857?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-2311531252674141010</id><published>2009-05-24T13:29:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T18:57:26.666+02:00</updated><title type='text'>shampoo - elvis perkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kp7ekqTj9eo&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kp7ekqTj9eo&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweep up&lt;br /&gt;little sweeper boy&lt;br /&gt;it's you who's got the wig on here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweep up&lt;br /&gt;little sweeper boy &lt;br /&gt;sweep up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yellow is the color of my true love's crossbow&lt;br /&gt;yellow is the color of the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black is the color of a strangled rainbow&lt;br /&gt;just the color of my loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black is the color of my true love's arrow&lt;br /&gt;just the color of human blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you got a shot of shampoo &lt;br /&gt;though it was made thirty years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah you still got a shot of shampoo&lt;br /&gt;though you were made twenty years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speak up&lt;br /&gt;little sweeper boy&lt;br /&gt;they are hard of hearing&lt;br /&gt;anything that anyone has to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh they say&lt;br /&gt;yellow is the color of my true love's crossbow&lt;br /&gt;yellow is the color of the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black is the color of a strangled rainbow&lt;br /&gt;just the color of my loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black is the color of my true love's arrow&lt;br /&gt;just the color of my blood &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;llevo 3 días con esta canción en mi cabeza, non stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hijo de anthony (sí, el perkins de psycho), su madre fue una de las pasajeras en los aviones del 11/9. si hablamos de tragedia quien mejor que elvis. y aún así... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-2311531252674141010?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/2311531252674141010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-6007696776431735705</id><published>2009-05-23T13:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:38:54.305+02:00</updated><title type='text'>not fair - lily allen</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fUYaosyR4bE&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fUYaosyR4bE&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh he treats me with respect &lt;br /&gt;he says he loves me all the time&lt;br /&gt;he calls me fifteen times a day &lt;br /&gt;he likes to make sure that I'm fine &lt;br /&gt;you know I've never met a man &lt;br /&gt;who's made me feel quite so secure &lt;br /&gt;hes not like all them other boys &lt;br /&gt;they're all so dumb and immature &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just one thing that's getting in the way&lt;br /&gt;when we go up to bed you're just not good &lt;br /&gt;it's such a shame&lt;br /&gt;I look into your eyes &lt;br /&gt;I want to get to know you&lt;br /&gt;and then you make this noise and its apparent &lt;br /&gt;it's all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not fair and I think you're really mean&lt;br /&gt;I think you're really mean&lt;br /&gt;yes I think you're really mean&lt;br /&gt;oh your supposed to care &lt;br /&gt;but you never make me scream&lt;br /&gt;you never make me scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh it's not fair &lt;br /&gt;and it's really not ok&lt;br /&gt;it's really not ok&lt;br /&gt;it's really not ok&lt;br /&gt;oh your supposed to care &lt;br /&gt;but all you do is take&lt;br /&gt;all you do is take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I lie here in the wet patch &lt;br /&gt;in the middle of the bed&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling pretty damn hard done by&lt;br /&gt;I spent ages giving head&lt;br /&gt;then I remember all the nice things &lt;br /&gt;that you've ever said to me&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'm just overreacting&lt;br /&gt;maybe you're the one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just one thing that's getting in the way&lt;br /&gt;when we go up to bed you're just not good &lt;br /&gt;it's such a shame&lt;br /&gt;I look into your eyes &lt;br /&gt;I want to get to know you&lt;br /&gt;and then you make this noise and its apparent &lt;br /&gt;it's all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not fair and I think you're really mean&lt;br /&gt;I think you're really mean&lt;br /&gt;yes I think you're really mean&lt;br /&gt;oh your supposed to care &lt;br /&gt;but you never make me scream&lt;br /&gt;you never make me scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh it's not fair &lt;br /&gt;and it's really not ok&lt;br /&gt;it's really not ok&lt;br /&gt;it's really not ok&lt;br /&gt;oh your supposed to care &lt;br /&gt;but all you do is take&lt;br /&gt;all you do is take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just one thing that's getting in the way&lt;br /&gt;when we go up to bed you're just not good &lt;br /&gt;it's such a shame&lt;br /&gt;I look into your eyes &lt;br /&gt;I want to get to know you&lt;br /&gt;and then you make this noise and its apparent &lt;br /&gt;it's all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not fair and I think you're really mean&lt;br /&gt;I think you're really mean&lt;br /&gt;yes I think you're really mean&lt;br /&gt;oh your supposed to care &lt;br /&gt;but you never make me scream&lt;br /&gt;you never make me scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh it's not fair &lt;br /&gt;and it's really not ok&lt;br /&gt;it's really not ok&lt;br /&gt;it's really not ok&lt;br /&gt;oh your supposed to care &lt;br /&gt;but all you do is take&lt;br /&gt;all you do is take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;de este vídeo me gusta todo: la referencia televisiva setentera, el rollo country, los bailes totalmente guays a la par que nerdies de esta tía, el estilismo (por fín una tía con gusto que no está en los huesos), la actitud, todo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y lo pongo porque hoy me he vuelto a cortar el flequillo como ella. hala, después de sufrir dejándomelo largo durante un año, en cosa de un segundo me he dicho, a la mierda! quiero mi flequillo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, y lo que no he dicho aún es lo que me mola la letra de esta canción. la primera vez que la escuché me partí de risa yo sola en el coche. qué graciosa es lily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hala alex, ya ves que no me he ido...gracias por estar ahí estos días también, yo también echaba de menos postear. enjoy the song...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-6007696776431735705?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/6007696776431735705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=6007696776431735705' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/6007696776431735705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/6007696776431735705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/05/lily-allen-not-fair.html' title='not fair - lily allen'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-7093082372314388339</id><published>2009-05-18T09:39:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:59:26.541+02:00</updated><title type='text'>preludio y habanera de carmen - maría callas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lKnR9VIK3MA&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lKnR9VIK3MA&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l'amour est un oiseau rebelle &lt;br /&gt;que nul ne peut apprivoiser&lt;br /&gt;et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle&lt;br /&gt;s'il lui convient de refuser&lt;br /&gt;rien n'y fait, menace ou prière&lt;br /&gt;l'un parle bien, l'autre se tait&lt;br /&gt;et c'est l'autre que je préfère &lt;br /&gt;il n'a rien dit&lt;br /&gt;mais il me plait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l'amour &lt;br /&gt;l'amour&lt;br /&gt;l'amour&lt;br /&gt;l'amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l'amour est enfant de bohême, &lt;br /&gt;il n'a jamais jamais connu de loi &lt;br /&gt;si tu ne m'aime pas je t'aime &lt;br /&gt;si je t'aime prend garde à toi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si tu ne m'aime pas&lt;br /&gt;si tu ne m'aime pas je t'aime &lt;br /&gt;mais si je t'aime &lt;br /&gt;si je t'aime prend garde à toi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l'oiseau que tu croyais surprendre &lt;br /&gt;battit de l'aile et s'envola &lt;br /&gt;l'amour est loin tu peux l'attendre &lt;br /&gt;tu ne l'attend plus il est là &lt;br /&gt;tout autour de toi vite vite&lt;br /&gt;il vient, s'en va puis il revient &lt;br /&gt;tu crois le tenir il t'évite&lt;br /&gt;tu crois l'éviter il te tient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l'amour&lt;br /&gt;l'amour&lt;br /&gt;l'amour&lt;br /&gt;l'amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l'amour est enfant de bohême&lt;br /&gt;il n'a jamais jamais connu de loi&lt;br /&gt;si tu ne m'aime pas je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;si je t'aime prend garde à toi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si tu ne m'aime pas&lt;br /&gt;si tu ne m'aime pas je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;mais si je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;si je t'aime prend garde à toi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy me he levantado clásica...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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callas'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-2280870746012654672</id><published>2009-05-16T12:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:17:45.101+02:00</updated><title type='text'>passenger seat - death cab for cutie</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8X8VnBXj0tc&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8X8VnBXj0tc&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll the window down&lt;br /&gt;and then begin to breathe in&lt;br /&gt;the darkest country road&lt;br /&gt;and the strong scent of evergreen&lt;br /&gt;from the passenger seat as you are driving me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then looking upwards&lt;br /&gt;I strain my eyes and try&lt;br /&gt;to tell the difference between &lt;br /&gt;shooting stars and satellites&lt;br /&gt;from the passenger seat as you are driving me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do they collide?" &lt;br /&gt;I ask and you smile&lt;br /&gt;with my feet on the dash&lt;br /&gt;the world doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you feel embarrassed then I'll be your pride&lt;br /&gt;when you need directions then I'll be the guide&lt;br /&gt;for all time&lt;br /&gt;for all time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can so distinctly recall having this feeling...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-2280870746012654672?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/2280870746012654672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=2280870746012654672' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/2280870746012654672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/2280870746012654672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/05/passenger-seat-death-cab-for-cutie.html' title='passenger seat - death cab for cutie'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-4433972467297172913</id><published>2009-05-14T18:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:49:46.113+02:00</updated><title type='text'>de momento abril - la bien querida</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uyroxImKc6I&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uyroxImKc6I&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esta mañana escuché en el jardín de tu casa&lt;br /&gt;una canción que decía algo parecido&lt;br /&gt;a lo que venía pensando mientras tú leías un libro&lt;br /&gt;y me quedé sin palabras &lt;br /&gt;porque no tuve ni tengo el valor de decirlo&lt;br /&gt;que me hubiera casado contigo &lt;br /&gt;de habérmelo pedido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y luego me he ido&lt;br /&gt;y me han venido de golpe&lt;br /&gt;las cosas que te hubiera dicho&lt;br /&gt;las cosas que nunca te digo&lt;br /&gt;porque siempre me pasa lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y luego me he ido &lt;br /&gt;y me han venido de golpe &lt;br /&gt;las cosas que te hubiera dicho&lt;br /&gt;las cosas que nunca te digo&lt;br /&gt;porque siempre me pasa lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y luego me he ido &lt;br /&gt;y me han venido de golpe &lt;br /&gt;las cosas que te hubiera dicho&lt;br /&gt;las cosas que nunca te digo&lt;br /&gt;porque siempre me pasa lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me hace mucha gracia la niña del final de este vídeo, no dejéis de verla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hace un rato me he enterado de que he ganado dos entradas para el concierto de esta noche de suzanne vega. es la primera vez en mi vida que gano un concurso y estoy contentísima. así que esta noche estaré en la huerta de san vicente disfrutando de un concierto por la patilla. que ustedes lo pasen bien también...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-4433972467297172913?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' 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width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-1516484152277312746</id><published>2009-05-12T13:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:01:39.064+02:00</updated><title type='text'>una décima de segundo - antonio vega</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=6ecc7a3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un momento en una agenda&lt;br /&gt;una décima de segundo más vuela&lt;br /&gt;va saltando de hoja en hoja&lt;br /&gt;mil millones de instantes de que hablar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una ráfaga de aire frio&lt;br /&gt;un molino de viento hace girar &lt;br /&gt;sigue...va rodando sobre su eje&lt;br /&gt;descubriendo una trayectoria más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es que no hay nada mejor que imaginar&lt;br /&gt;la física es un placer&lt;br /&gt;es que no hay neda mejor que&lt;br /&gt;formular escuchar y oir a la vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miré el ángulo formado por tí y por mi&lt;br /&gt;es la solución a aIgo muy común aquí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahora tú no dejes de hablar&lt;br /&gt;somos coordenadas de un par&lt;br /&gt;incógnitas que aún faltan por despejar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busca un libro que diga como&lt;br /&gt;luego otro que se titula si&lt;br /&gt;sigue... un tercero llamado nada&lt;br /&gt;es la fórmula de circulos sin fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es que no hay nada mejor&lt;br /&gt;que revolver el tiempo con el café&lt;br /&gt;s que no hay nada mejor&lt;br /&gt;que componer sin guitarra ni papel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paralelas vienen siguiéndome&lt;br /&gt;espacio y tiempo juegan al ajedrez&lt;br /&gt;ahora tú... no dejes de hablar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;obviously...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-1516484152277312746?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/1516484152277312746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=1516484152277312746' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/1516484152277312746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/1516484152277312746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/05/una-decima-de-segundo-antonio-vega.html' title='una décima de segundo - antonio vega'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-4575998761710484022</id><published>2009-05-10T21:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:19:29.134+02:00</updated><title type='text'>rosemary - suzanne vega</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=e76bbbb" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you remember when you walked with me&lt;br /&gt;down the street into the square?&lt;br /&gt;how the women selling rosemary&lt;br /&gt;pressed the branches to your chest&lt;br /&gt;promised luck and all the rest&lt;br /&gt;put their fingers in your hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had met you just the day before&lt;br /&gt;like an accident of fate&lt;br /&gt;in the window there behind your door&lt;br /&gt;how I wanted to break in&lt;br /&gt;to that bloom beneath your skin&lt;br /&gt;but all that would have to wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the Carmen of the Martyrs&lt;br /&gt;with the statues in the courtyard&lt;br /&gt;whose heads and hands were taken&lt;br /&gt;in the burden of the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had come to meet you&lt;br /&gt;with a question in my footsteps&lt;br /&gt;I was going up the hillside&lt;br /&gt;and the journey'd just begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister said she never dreams at night&lt;br /&gt;there are days when I know why&lt;br /&gt;most possibilities within her sight&lt;br /&gt;with no way of coming true&lt;br /&gt;cause some things just don't get through&lt;br /&gt;into this world although they try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the Carmen of the Martyrs&lt;br /&gt;with the statues in the courtyard&lt;br /&gt;whose heads and hands were taken&lt;br /&gt;in the burden of the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had come to meet you&lt;br /&gt;with a question in my footsteps&lt;br /&gt;I was going up the hillside&lt;br /&gt;and the journey'd just begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all I know of you&lt;br /&gt;is in my memory&lt;br /&gt;and all I ask is you&lt;br /&gt;remember me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;suzanne estará esta semana en la ciudad sobre la que escribió esta canción. me gustaría mucho ir a verla, aunque estoy un poco vaga y aún no he mirado las entradas y esas cosas. además creo que ese día tengo un curso tonto sobre coeducación (niños y niñas, ya sabéis lo que tenéis que hacer)...mientras tanto pongo la canción para ver si así me animo. es una de mis favoritas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me pregunto cuántas canciones les habrán escrito a las gitanas de la catedral, y si ellas lo saben...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-4575998761710484022?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/4575998761710484022/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=4575998761710484022' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/4575998761710484022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/4575998761710484022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/05/rosemary-suzanne-vega.html' title='rosemary - suzanne vega'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-8412645727291136595</id><published>2009-05-09T12:58:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:28:31.692+02:00</updated><title type='text'>let's call the whole thing off - ella fitzgerald &amp; louis amstrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=4946d47" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things have come to a pretty pass&lt;br /&gt;our romance is growing flat&lt;br /&gt;for you like this and the other&lt;br /&gt;while I go for this and that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness knows what the end will be&lt;br /&gt;oh I don't know where I'm at&lt;br /&gt;it looks as if we two will never be one&lt;br /&gt;something must be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say either and I say either&lt;br /&gt;you say neither and I say neither&lt;br /&gt;either, either neither, neither&lt;br /&gt;let's call the whole thing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you like potato and I like potahto&lt;br /&gt;you like tomato and I like tomahto&lt;br /&gt;potato, potahto&lt;br /&gt;tomato, tomahto&lt;br /&gt;let's call the whole thing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh, if we call the whole thing off &lt;br /&gt;then we must part&lt;br /&gt;and oh, if we ever part&lt;br /&gt;then that might break my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you like pajamas and I like pyjahmas&lt;br /&gt;I'll wear pajamas and give up pyjahmas&lt;br /&gt;for we know we need each other so we&lt;br /&gt;better call the calling off off&lt;br /&gt;let's call the whole thing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say laughter and I say larfter&lt;br /&gt;you say after and I say arfter&lt;br /&gt;laughter, larfter &lt;br /&gt;after, arfter&lt;br /&gt;let's call the whole thing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you like vanilla and I like vanella&lt;br /&gt;you saspirilla and I saspirella&lt;br /&gt;vanilla vanella  &lt;br /&gt;oh chocolate strawberry&lt;br /&gt;let's call the whole thing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh, if we call the whole thing off&lt;br /&gt;then we must part&lt;br /&gt;and oh, if we ever part&lt;br /&gt;then that might break my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you go for oysters and I go for ersters&lt;br /&gt;I'll order oysters and cancel the ersters&lt;br /&gt;for we know we need each other so we&lt;br /&gt;better call the calling off off&lt;br /&gt;let's call the whole thing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say either and you say either&lt;br /&gt;you say neither and you say neither&lt;br /&gt;either, either &lt;br /&gt;neither, neither&lt;br /&gt;let's call the whole thing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you like potato and you like potahto&lt;br /&gt;you like tomato and you like tomahto&lt;br /&gt;potato, potahto&lt;br /&gt;tomato, tomahto&lt;br /&gt;let's call the whole thing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh, if we call the whole thing off&lt;br /&gt;then we must part&lt;br /&gt;and oh, if we ever part&lt;br /&gt;then that might break my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you like pajamas and I like pyjahmas&lt;br /&gt;I'll wear pajamas &lt;br /&gt;you got pajamas&lt;br /&gt;for we know we need each other so we&lt;br /&gt;better call the calling off off&lt;br /&gt;let's call the whole thing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;qué fácil todo antes, eh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jdH2ODFYV5s&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jdH2ODFYV5s&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-8412645727291136595?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-1724231535009013860</id><published>2009-05-07T22:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:37:15.298+02:00</updated><title type='text'>erasmus borrachas - francisco nixon</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jfGwUaaBMoA&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jfGwUaaBMoA&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fue un pasatiempo&lt;br /&gt;un capricho poco más&lt;br /&gt;después amanecí&lt;br /&gt;dormido en un portal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erasmus borrachas&lt;br /&gt;que llevan sandalias&lt;br /&gt;y tú vas corriendo&lt;br /&gt;el primero a mirarlas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y bailamos sin hablar&lt;br /&gt;¡oh no!&lt;br /&gt;y nos vamos a escapar&lt;br /&gt;a un clima cálido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are having so much fun&lt;br /&gt;¡oh no!&lt;br /&gt;reflejábamos la luz&lt;br /&gt;de nuestro alrededor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salí buscando&lt;br /&gt;un poco de conversación&lt;br /&gt;(de esto y lo otro)&lt;br /&gt;y por casualidad&lt;br /&gt;terminé en aquel café&lt;br /&gt;(algo no habitual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erasmus borrachas&lt;br /&gt;levantan la falda&lt;br /&gt;y tú vas corriendo&lt;br /&gt;a ver si te cansas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y bailamos sin hablar&lt;br /&gt;¡oh no!&lt;br /&gt;y nos vamos a escapar&lt;br /&gt;a un clima cálido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are having so much fun&lt;br /&gt;¡oh no!&lt;br /&gt;reflejábamos la luz&lt;br /&gt;de nuestro alrededor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y bailamos sin hablar&lt;br /&gt;¡oh no!&lt;br /&gt;y nos vamos a escapar&lt;br /&gt;a un clima cálido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are having so much fun&lt;br /&gt;¡oh no!&lt;br /&gt;reflejábamos la luz&lt;br /&gt;de nuestro alrededor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;esta noche he soñado con fran nixon. yo estaba con él de cañas, y se nos acercaba un niño a pedirle un autógrafo y yo le decía al niño, en realidad se llama fran fernández. como siempre repelente hasta el final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sé si tendrá algún significado o es simplemente que este señor me cae rebien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por cierto, es leonor watling una de las asistentes al concierto casero del vídeo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-1724231535009013860?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/1724231535009013860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=1724231535009013860' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/1724231535009013860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/1724231535009013860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/05/erasmus-borrachas-francisco-nixon.html' title='erasmus borrachas - francisco nixon'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-7514943599810431898</id><published>2009-05-06T22:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:47:55.613+02:00</updated><title type='text'>omega - enrique morente y lagartija nick</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=bf3ae67" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como la noche es interminable&lt;br /&gt;cuando se apoya en los enfermos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y hay barcos que buscan ser mirados&lt;br /&gt;para poder hundirse tranquilos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si cada aldea tuviera una sirena&lt;br /&gt;mi corazón tendría la forma de un zapato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no solloces, silencio&lt;br /&gt;que no nos sientan &lt;br /&gt;que no nos sientan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengo un guante de mercurio&lt;br /&gt;y otro de seda, y otro de seda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se cayeron las estatuas&lt;br /&gt;al abrirse la gran puerta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo me cortaré la mano&lt;br /&gt;me cortaré la mano derecha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengo un guante de mercurio&lt;br /&gt;de mercurio y otro de seda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se cayeron las estatuas&lt;br /&gt;al abrirse la gran puerta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aqueos los golpes&lt;br /&gt;aqueos por Dios&lt;br /&gt;que se le arrancan las alas&lt;br /&gt;que se le arrancan las alas&lt;br /&gt;de fatiga, las alas&lt;br /&gt;las alas a mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como doblaron las campanas ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no solloces, silencio&lt;br /&gt;que no nos sientan&lt;br /&gt;que no nos sientan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengo un guante de mercurio&lt;br /&gt;y otro de seda, y otro de seda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se cayeron las estatuas&lt;br /&gt;al abrirse la gran puerta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡las hierbas!&lt;br /&gt;¡las hierbas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tú vienes vendiendo flores&lt;br /&gt;tú vienes vendiendo flores&lt;br /&gt;las tuyas son amarillas&lt;br /&gt;las mías de tos colores &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tú vienes vendiendo flores&lt;br /&gt;tú vienes vendiendo flores&lt;br /&gt;las tuyas son amarillas&lt;br /&gt;las mías de tos colores &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no solloces, silencio&lt;br /&gt;silencio que no nos sientan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se cayeron las estatuas&lt;br /&gt;al abrirse la gran puerta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no solloces, silencio&lt;br /&gt;silencio que no nos sientan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se cayeron las estatuas&lt;br /&gt;al abrirse la gran puerta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no solloces, silencio&lt;br /&gt;silencio que no nos sientan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se cayeron las estatuas&lt;br /&gt;al abrirse la gran puerta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he vuelto hace poco a este disco. impresionante siempre, ahora me lo parece incluso más &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pfljF_AeSBI&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pfljF_AeSBI&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-7514943599810431898?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/7514943599810431898/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=7514943599810431898' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/7514943599810431898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/7514943599810431898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/05/omega-enrique-morente-y-lagartija-nick.html' title='omega - enrique morente y lagartija nick'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-1161998333469485628</id><published>2009-05-04T11:56:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:07:33.105+02:00</updated><title type='text'>natalia verbeke - la costa brava</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=7aebd32" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy no quiero hablar&lt;br /&gt;prefiero bailar sin que me moleste nadie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;va a salir el sol&lt;br /&gt;será mejor que vaya pensando un plan B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sé parar&lt;br /&gt;vivimos de verdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blanco en diciembre&lt;br /&gt;gente corriente&lt;br /&gt;buscando del sábado el final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy no sé quién soy&lt;br /&gt;perdí lo mejor&lt;br /&gt;y sigo esperando a alguien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da miedo pensar&lt;br /&gt;lo que va a pasar&lt;br /&gt;cuando todo esto acabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sé parar&lt;br /&gt;vivimos de verdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blanco en diciembre&lt;br /&gt;Natalia Verbeke&lt;br /&gt;buscando del sábado el final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;esta es para alex, espero que te guste...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-1161998333469485628?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/1161998333469485628/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-1856986664855892202</id><published>2009-04-27T09:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:16:31.434+02:00</updated><title type='text'>french navy - camera obscura</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O3CkfvYMCWM&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O3CkfvYMCWM&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent a week in a dusty library&lt;br /&gt;waiting for some words to jump at me&lt;br /&gt;we met by a trick of fate&lt;br /&gt;french navy my sailor mate&lt;br /&gt;we met by the moon on a silvery lake&lt;br /&gt;you came my way&lt;br /&gt;said I want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and your dietary restrictions&lt;br /&gt;said you loved me with a lot of convention&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting to be struck by lightning&lt;br /&gt;waiting for somebody exciting&lt;br /&gt;like you&lt;br /&gt;oh, the thing that you do&lt;br /&gt;you make me go uuuh&lt;br /&gt;with the things that you do (you do, you do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to control it&lt;br /&gt;but love I couldn't hold it&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to control it&lt;br /&gt;but love, I couldn't hold it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be criticized for lending out my eye&lt;br /&gt;I was criticized for letting you break my heart&lt;br /&gt;why would a stand disappoint unless&lt;br /&gt;fooling all but I'm more than dead love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uuuh with the looks&lt;br /&gt;oh tender boy,&lt;br /&gt;ooh, with the looks, the looks, the looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to control it&lt;br /&gt;but love, I couldn't hold it&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to control it&lt;br /&gt;but love, I couldn't hold it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relationships were something I used to do&lt;br /&gt;convince me they are better for me and you&lt;br /&gt;we met by a trick of fate&lt;br /&gt;french navy, my sailor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to control it&lt;br /&gt;but love, I couldn't hold it&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to control it&lt;br /&gt;but love, I couldn't hold it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;días desconectada...de todo. de mí, sobre todo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want it to stop. i need it to stop &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-1856986664855892202?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-6854184052754543365</id><published>2009-04-04T11:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T12:04:06.972+02:00</updated><title type='text'>al final te estaré esperando - nacho vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=06c51b1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;al final te estaré esperando &lt;br /&gt;allí donde acaba este trago amargo&lt;br /&gt;al final te estaré esperando&lt;br /&gt;y me dirás si me he perdido algo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allí encontraré nuestro sitio&lt;br /&gt;tal vez me tenga que adelantar&lt;br /&gt;y aunque estés algo triste al principio&lt;br /&gt;yo velaré por tí desde el final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allí la luz lo baña todo&lt;br /&gt;verás a un anciano llegar&lt;br /&gt;pregúntale por cierto hombre solo&lt;br /&gt;que llegó con tu nombre en sus ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y perdón por todo el daño causado&lt;br /&gt;por el cariño que no merecí&lt;br /&gt;sé que no supe dar mucho a cambio&lt;br /&gt;pero prometo esperarte en el fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recuérdame cantando &lt;br /&gt;a todo aquel que quiso escuchar&lt;br /&gt;si hay un final aguardaré &lt;br /&gt;y una vez allí volveré a esperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y al final estaré esperando&lt;br /&gt;al final estaré esperando&lt;br /&gt;al final, esperando&lt;br /&gt;me dirás si me he perdido algo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y hablaremos del cielo y del barro&lt;br /&gt;y nos cabrá el mundo en una mano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y al final yo estaré esperando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;inédita de nacho vegas. y un recordatorio: hoy ya hace quince años que murió kurt cobain. es muy fuerte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to rome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ci vediamo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-6854184052754543365?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/6854184052754543365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=6854184052754543365' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/6854184052754543365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/6854184052754543365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/04/al-final-te-estare-esperando-nacho.html' title='al final te estaré esperando - nacho vegas'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-455265678552352866</id><published>2009-03-31T22:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:08:24.876+02:00</updated><title type='text'>desastre - la costa brava</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=2e6cd1a" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un gran desastre &lt;br /&gt;parece que se cierne sobre mí&lt;br /&gt;conozco esa mirada &lt;br /&gt;la he visto tantas veces&lt;br /&gt;no sirve de nada &lt;br /&gt;negar lo evidente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque un gran desastre &lt;br /&gt;parece que se cierne sobre mí&lt;br /&gt;conozco las palabras &lt;br /&gt;lo he dicho tantas veces&lt;br /&gt;yo hacía lo mismo &lt;br /&gt;antes de conocerte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somos máquinas que no entendemos&lt;br /&gt;que se enamoran cada cierto tiempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;la canción perfecta...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-455265678552352866?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-5468039212937384740</id><published>2009-03-30T21:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:12:17.590+02:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful boyz - cocorosie</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sVh3WQtx_pw&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sVh3WQtx_pw&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;born illegitimately&lt;br /&gt;to a whore most likely&lt;br /&gt;he became an orphan&lt;br /&gt;oh what a lovely orphan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was sent to the reformatory&lt;br /&gt;ten years old was his first glory&lt;br /&gt;got caught stealing from a nun&lt;br /&gt;now his love story had begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirty years he spent wandering&lt;br /&gt;a devil's child with dove wings&lt;br /&gt;he went to prison&lt;br /&gt;in every country he set foot in&lt;br /&gt;oh how he loved prison&lt;br /&gt;how awfully lovely was prison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all those beautiful boyz&lt;br /&gt;pimps and queens and criminal queers&lt;br /&gt;all those beautiful boyz&lt;br /&gt;tattoos of ships and tattoos of tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his greatest love was executed&lt;br /&gt;the pure romance was undisputed&lt;br /&gt;angelic hoodlums and holy ones&lt;br /&gt;angelic hoodlums and holy ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no tengo mucho tiempo, pero hoy me he acordado de esta canción, que me gustó mucho en su momento, y he pensado que debía compartirla. exámenes, sesiones de evaluación y preparativos para las vacaciones me tienen demasiado ocupada para hablaros del sábado y de NV, pero supongo que llegará. mientras disfrutad de esta triste canción. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-5468039212937384740?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/5468039212937384740/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=5468039212937384740' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/5468039212937384740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/5468039212937384740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/03/beautiful-boyz-cocorosie.html' title='beautiful boyz - cocorosie'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-4102590450312997304</id><published>2009-03-28T11:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T11:27:41.248+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hablando de marlén - nacho vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=9f8a71a" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hablando de marlén&lt;br /&gt;nadie recuerda bien el día en que perdió la voz&lt;br /&gt;o si es que fue ella quien dejó de hablar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se la solía ver con un trozo de pizarra gris &lt;br /&gt;colgándole del cinturón&lt;br /&gt;a veces había algo que decir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la hicieron nacer entre bruma y carbón &lt;br /&gt;en algún lugar de la cuenca minera&lt;br /&gt;pero ya de muy pequeña alguien la trajo a norteña&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y aquí vivió hasta el final ... &lt;br /&gt;aquí vivió hasta el final ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marlén dio en trabajar por las noches en un club &lt;br /&gt;el huracán 72&lt;br /&gt;por dos duros y habitación&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;algunos por allí la conocieron bien&lt;br /&gt;decían "ven, mudina, hazme feliz&lt;br /&gt;ven, y ya que no hablas, chupa aquí" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creo que la vi una tarde en pleno invierno&lt;br /&gt;recostada en la playa de San Lorenzo&lt;br /&gt;dibujando con dos dedos en la arena y frente al viento &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;algo que la mar borró ... &lt;br /&gt;algo que la mar borró ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la recuerdo al pasar&lt;br /&gt;sangre seca en su nariz&lt;br /&gt;y cómo nos reíamos y nos reíamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un día sin más la dejamos de ver&lt;br /&gt;y creo que nadie preguntó&lt;br /&gt;y cómo nos reíamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;transcurrió un mes sin que nadie la extrañara&lt;br /&gt;y alguien la encontró en su habitación ahorcada &lt;br /&gt;y había escrito en la pizarra estas últimas palabras &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"adiós, norteña, olvídame" ... &lt;br /&gt;"adiós, norteña, olvídame" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoy es el gran día, otra vez. he perdido la cuenta de cuántas veces he visto a este hombre en concierto, pero siempre me invade una sensación parecida, entre nerviosismo y expectación. de hecho esta noche hasta he soñado que cancelaba la actuación...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy, para celebrar que ya sólo quedan horas, una de las canciones que me engancharon a él desde el principio. sólo puedo decir que no había escuchado antes nada así. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buen fin de semana a todos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-4102590450312997304?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/4102590450312997304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=4102590450312997304' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/4102590450312997304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/4102590450312997304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/03/hablando-de-marlen-nacho-vegas.html' title='hablando de marlén - nacho vegas'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-6114903542690904114</id><published>2009-03-22T12:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T13:00:10.901+01:00</updated><title type='text'>love spreads - the stone roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xYFK1R-wUwg&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xYFK1R-wUwg&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love spreads her arms&lt;br /&gt;waits there for the nails&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you, boy &lt;br /&gt;I will prevail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much to take&lt;br /&gt;some cross to bear&lt;br /&gt;I'm hiding in the trees with a picnic&lt;br /&gt;she's over there, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah,yeah,yeah&lt;br /&gt;yeah,yeah,yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didn't scream&lt;br /&gt;she didn't make a sound&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you boy&lt;br /&gt;but don't leave town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cold black skin&lt;br /&gt;naked in the rain&lt;br /&gt;hammer flash in the lightning&lt;br /&gt;they're hurting her again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me put you in the picture&lt;br /&gt;let me show you what I mean&lt;br /&gt;the messiah is my sister&lt;br /&gt;ain't no king man, she's my queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the light&lt;br /&gt;Don't put it out&lt;br /&gt;say she's alright&lt;br /&gt;yeah, she's my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didn't scream&lt;br /&gt;she didn't make a sound&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you boy&lt;br /&gt;but don't leave town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cold black skin&lt;br /&gt;naked in the rain&lt;br /&gt;hammer flash in the lightning&lt;br /&gt;they're hurting her again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, ooh&lt;br /&gt;yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me put you in the picture&lt;br /&gt;let me show you what I mean&lt;br /&gt;the messiah is my sister&lt;br /&gt;ain't no king man, she's my queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the light&lt;br /&gt;don't put it out&lt;br /&gt;say she's alright&lt;br /&gt;yeah, she's my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yo tenía una cassette que me grabó una amiga, robándole discos a su hermano (que por supuesto no consideraba a su hermana &lt;em&gt;cool enough &lt;/em&gt;para dejárselos simplemente) con esta canción entre muchas otras. me recuerda a una época, un microbus destino a DC, una cena en un etíope y a un verano muy muy muy genial. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-6114903542690904114?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/6114903542690904114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=6114903542690904114' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/6114903542690904114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/6114903542690904114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-spreads-stone-roses.html' title='love spreads - the stone roses'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-6243733567465368114</id><published>2009-03-21T10:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:19:44.148+01:00</updated><title type='text'>las horas perdidas - niños mutantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=7d375e2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no hay nada mejor que hacer &lt;br /&gt;que sentarse a mirar&lt;br /&gt;los árboles florecer &lt;br /&gt;y las nubes pasar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo lo que hice fue una tontería&lt;br /&gt;tan grande que llegué a creer en la astrología&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y en la fuerza del movimiento &lt;br /&gt;de estrellas en el firmamento&lt;br /&gt;en las cuchillas de afeitar de tus besos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;radiante de suciedad&lt;br /&gt;manchada de viento&lt;br /&gt;no hay nada mejor que hacer &lt;br /&gt;que perder el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desde hace cuatro días &lt;br /&gt;estoy plantado&lt;br /&gt;pero no he visto crecer &lt;br /&gt;flores en mis manos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y recuerdo el movimiento y el humo de los motores&lt;br /&gt;el brillo que llega del interior de la tierra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo lo que hice fue una tontería&lt;br /&gt;tan grande que llegué a creer en la astrología&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y en la fuerza del movimiento &lt;br /&gt;de estrellas en el firmamento&lt;br /&gt;en las cuchillas de afeitar de tus besos&lt;br /&gt;de tus besos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no hace mucho puse una canción (una a la que ester no le tiene mucho cariño) de los "mutontos" por aquí. hoy compenso con otra que me parece preciosa y que me encanta cantar, ya que no desafino nada de lo simple que es (no por simple menos bonita). buen fin de semana a todos. ya sólo quedan siete días!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-6243733567465368114?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/6243733567465368114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=6243733567465368114' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/6243733567465368114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/6243733567465368114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/03/las-horas-perdidas-ninos-mutantes.html' title='las horas perdidas - niños mutantes'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-890562145051872377</id><published>2009-03-19T20:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:50:42.874+01:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday's gone - isobel campbell &amp; mark lanegan</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=af2700c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're kind for dusty highways and such &lt;br /&gt;be alright to look her up &lt;br /&gt;the faded priestess of the highways and crutch &lt;br /&gt;calling when you're down on luck &lt;br /&gt;by the disused railroad station you go &lt;br /&gt;to the house of dirty pearl &lt;br /&gt;her existential situation you know &lt;br /&gt;she is not like other girls &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she may ask you, do you believe? &lt;br /&gt;you can't stay, though you'll never leave &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the sapphire in the skylines so blue &lt;br /&gt;see the diamond in the dirt &lt;br /&gt;when you think the subject won't turn to you &lt;br /&gt;she got demons up her skirt &lt;br /&gt;it isn't sure of her reflection at all &lt;br /&gt;is seduced by all things past &lt;br /&gt;a pleasure-seeker of dejection &lt;br /&gt;gazing into her looking glass &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she may ask you what you believe &lt;br /&gt;but the mirror doesn't see me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday's gone, saturday's gone &lt;br /&gt;saturday's gone, saturday's gone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she may ask you, do you believe? &lt;br /&gt;you can't stay, though you'll never leave &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday's gone, saturday's gone &lt;br /&gt;saturday's gone, saturday's gone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now a sundown comes, a new day for her &lt;br /&gt;tired of dress and leave the ground &lt;br /&gt;you'd be a fool to ask her to lift you up &lt;br /&gt;why go up when you go down? &lt;br /&gt;if you should tire of ties that bind you &lt;br /&gt;filmed on fever leaves so fast &lt;br /&gt;you got trouble far behind you &lt;br /&gt;well knows nothing's made to last &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hear how god sees a lion roar &lt;br /&gt;watch the serpent crossing the floor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday's gone, saturday's gone... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so tired...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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lanegan'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-7086869070880635850</id><published>2009-03-18T18:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:10:51.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>monkey gone to heaven - pixies</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zHVKndMZIwI&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zHVKndMZIwI&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a guy&lt;br /&gt;an under water guy who controlled the sea&lt;br /&gt;got killed by ten million pounds of sludge&lt;br /&gt;from new york and new jersey&lt;br /&gt;this monkey's gone to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the creature in the sky&lt;br /&gt;got sucked in a hole&lt;br /&gt;now there's a hole in the sky&lt;br /&gt;and the ground's not cold&lt;br /&gt;and if the ground's not cold&lt;br /&gt;everything is gonna burn&lt;br /&gt;we'll all take turns&lt;br /&gt;i'll get mine, too&lt;br /&gt;this monkey's gone to haven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rock me joe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if man is 5 &lt;br /&gt;then the devil is 6 &lt;br /&gt;then god is 7 &lt;br /&gt;this monkey's gone to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no sé si lo sabeis, pero el mismísimo frank sinatra hizo una versión de este genial tema.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-7086869070880635850?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/7086869070880635850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=7086869070880635850' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/7086869070880635850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/7086869070880635850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/03/monkey-gone-to-heaven-pixies.html' title='monkey gone to heaven - pixies'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-143958722020132729</id><published>2009-03-15T10:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:52:44.434+01:00</updated><title type='text'>love etc - pet shop boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/InBiaRBUjUs&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/InBiaRBUjUs&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need more You need more You need more You need more&lt;br /&gt;You need more You need more You need more You need more&lt;br /&gt;You need more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy it’s tough getting on in the world&lt;br /&gt;When the sun doesn’t shine and a boy needs a girl&lt;br /&gt;It’s about getting out of a rut, you need luck&lt;br /&gt;But you’re stuck and you don’t know how, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don’t have to be) A big bucks Hollywood star&lt;br /&gt;(Don’t have to drive) A super car to get far&lt;br /&gt;(Don’t have to live) A life of power and wealth&lt;br /&gt;(Don’t have to be) Beautiful but it helps&lt;br /&gt;(Don’t have to buy) A house in Beverly Hills&lt;br /&gt;(Don’t have to have) Your daddy paying the bills&lt;br /&gt;(Don’t have to live) A life of power and wealth&lt;br /&gt;(Don’t have to be) Beautiful but it helps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need more&lt;br /&gt;Than a big blank check to be a lover, or&lt;br /&gt;A Gulfstream jet to fly you door to door&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere chic on another shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need more You need more You need more&lt;br /&gt;You need more You need more You need more&lt;br /&gt;You need love&lt;br /&gt;You need love&lt;br /&gt;You need love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much of anything&lt;br /&gt;Is never enough&lt;br /&gt;Too much of everything&lt;br /&gt;Is never enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy it’s tough getting on in the world&lt;br /&gt;When the sun doesn’t shine and a boy needs a girl&lt;br /&gt;It’s about getting out of a rut, you need luck&lt;br /&gt;But you’re stuck and you don’t know how, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don’t have to be) A big bucks Hollywood star&lt;br /&gt;(Don’t have to drive) A super car to get far&lt;br /&gt;(Don’t have to wear) A smile much colder than ice&lt;br /&gt;(Don’t have to be) Beautiful but it’s nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need more&lt;br /&gt;Than the Gerhard Richter hangin’ on your wall&lt;br /&gt;A chauffeur-driven limousine on call&lt;br /&gt;To drive your wife and lover to a white tie ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need more You need more You need more&lt;br /&gt;You need more You need more You need more&lt;br /&gt;You need love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that we can achieve&lt;br /&gt;The love that we need&lt;br /&gt;I believe, call me naïve&lt;br /&gt;Love is for free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don’t have to be) A big bucks Hollywood star&lt;br /&gt;(Don’t have to drive) A super car to get far&lt;br /&gt;(Don’t have to live) A life of power and wealth&lt;br /&gt;(Don’t have to be) Beautiful but it helps&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful but it helps&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful but it helps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; un grupo clásico, y una canción genial. me la pongo para animarme porque vaya semana llevo...&lt;br /&gt;una mala semana la tiene cualquiera, así que he decidido, como me pide todo el mundo, relativizar y pasar un poco del tema. gente loca y desequilibrada hay en todos sitios, no? y que a todos me los encuentre yo tampoco tiene nada de extraño, no?. cinco años, cuatro institutos diferentes, y aún no ha pasado un día de trabajo en el que no tenga una anécdota parecida que contar. va a ser verdad lo que dicen mis padres, que me lo busco yo todo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-143958722020132729?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/143958722020132729/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=143958722020132729' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/143958722020132729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/143958722020132729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-etc-pet-shop-boys.html' title='love etc - pet shop boys'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-8455849014071382834</id><published>2009-03-11T20:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:41:53.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fitz and the dizzyspells - andrew bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=f4a6342" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comes and goes&lt;br /&gt;like the fits and dizzyspells, like the weather&lt;br /&gt;and it gloats&lt;br /&gt;like it knows whats going wrong&lt;br /&gt;like it's clever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has a name&lt;br /&gt;oh but to me goes unspoken&lt;br /&gt;where the veins &lt;br /&gt;oh are all twisted and broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soldier on&lt;br /&gt;soldier on&lt;br /&gt;soldier on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flare into the war of the snack machine &lt;br /&gt;muted screams of an old regime&lt;br /&gt;and then oh&lt;br /&gt;something gets hit&lt;br /&gt;but not shake his hand &lt;br /&gt;and we were all fast asleep&lt;br /&gt;we were all so fast asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you woke up&lt;br /&gt;woke up from the strangest dream&lt;br /&gt;that an old regime could ever know&lt;br /&gt;would ever know&lt;br /&gt;would ever know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lava flows over the crooks and cragged cliffs to the ocean&lt;br /&gt;and explodes in a steam heat fevered sickly commotion &lt;br /&gt;has a name &lt;br /&gt;but the name goes unspoken&lt;br /&gt;it's in vein &lt;br /&gt;'cause that language is broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause your wrong &lt;br /&gt;cause your wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soldier on&lt;br /&gt;soldier on&lt;br /&gt;soldier on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;este es un tío raro donde los haya, pero a mí me sigue encantando. multi-instrumentista, enigmático, tiene letras incomprensibles y un rollo muy a lo rufus wainwright, pero que a mí me gusta incluso más. enjoy yourselves...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-8455849014071382834?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/8455849014071382834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=8455849014071382834' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/8455849014071382834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/8455849014071382834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/03/fitz-and-dizzyspells-andrew-bird.html' title='fitz and the dizzyspells - andrew bird'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-4856663166936774136</id><published>2009-03-10T21:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:27:35.675+01:00</updated><title type='text'>these girls - ryan adams</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=e7e6c6e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, girl sometimes I feel just like a boy&lt;br /&gt;put here on this earth for you to toy around with&lt;br /&gt;like matchbox cars you buy and burn in your backyard&lt;br /&gt;like monsters underneath your bed you ain't afraid of yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you let me in&lt;br /&gt;and I feel alright&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I feel alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the late night girls are anxious&lt;br /&gt;and they're coming out to play&lt;br /&gt;and I've been stranded on their doorstep &lt;br /&gt;for every night and day&lt;br /&gt;I only want them more&lt;br /&gt;it's so sad &lt;br /&gt;but when they smile&lt;br /&gt;God, I've been had&lt;br /&gt;I get hypnotized and I wanna go to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to pick up shells cast off the reef&lt;br /&gt;one christmas I got a funeral and they handed me the receipt&lt;br /&gt;how many lies I tell without my tongue&lt;br /&gt;get twisted into memories 'til I believe them some&lt;br /&gt;and I toy with you&lt;br /&gt;and you toy with me&lt;br /&gt;can you stop this please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god bless all the late night girls&lt;br /&gt;and their coming out to play&lt;br /&gt;now I´ve been stranded in their doorstep&lt;br /&gt;for every night and day&lt;br /&gt;I only want them more &lt;br /&gt;how sad&lt;br /&gt;but when they smile &lt;br /&gt;how can anybody feel bad&lt;br /&gt;it makes me tired and I wanna go to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these girls are better off in my head&lt;br /&gt;these girls are better off in my head&lt;br /&gt;these girls are better off in my head&lt;br /&gt;these girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;últimamente me repito un poco, pero tengo que decir que me encanta despertarme con esta canción...me pone de buenísimo humor y llego al trabajo cantando. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-4856663166936774136?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/4856663166936774136/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=4856663166936774136' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/4856663166936774136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/4856663166936774136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/03/these-girls-ryan-adams.html' title='these girls - ryan adams'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-3426639656985733275</id><published>2009-03-05T18:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:41:10.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>books written for girls - camera obscura</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=f075b78" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can compliment me on the style of my hair&lt;br /&gt;Give me marks out of ten for the clothes that I wear&lt;br /&gt;You probably thought I had more upstairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disappoint you&lt;br /&gt;Can't see through your perfect smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes to read books written for girls&lt;br /&gt;He prides himself on being a man of the world&lt;br /&gt;In the darkest of places he gets his thrills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will disappoint you&lt;br /&gt;If you see through his perfect smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think separation is okay&lt;br /&gt;You're not star to guide me anyway&lt;br /&gt;You only wanted me to play&lt;br /&gt;A fool...played by your rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my door has swollen from the rain&lt;br /&gt;God knows we'll never see her face again&lt;br /&gt;People get shattered in many ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can disappoint you&lt;br /&gt;When you see through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nunca logro recordar si ya he puesto a camera obscura en el blog. esta canción no es mi favorita (aunque sí me gusta mucho) pero hoy la pongo porque he tenido una conversación con unos compañeros sobre literatura juvenil y best sellers y me ha venido a la cabeza. me encanta conocer a gente a quien le gusta leer tanto como a mi o más. y sí, soy fan de harry potter. lo siento...vaya semana de confesiones llevo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-3426639656985733275?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/3426639656985733275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=3426639656985733275' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/3426639656985733275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/3426639656985733275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/03/books-written-for-girls-camera-obscura.html' title='books written for girls - camera obscura'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-2874940957756703611</id><published>2009-03-04T21:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:50:33.975+01:00</updated><title type='text'>cry me a river - justin timberlake</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://tu.tv/tutvweb.swf?kpt=aHR0cDovL3d3dy50dS50di92aWRlb3Njb2RpL2ovdS9qdXN0aW4tdGltYmVybGFrZS1jcnktbWUtYS1yaXZlci5mbHY=&amp;xtp=54319"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://tu.tv/tutvweb.swf?kpt=aHR0cDovL3d3dy50dS50di92aWRlb3Njb2RpL2ovdS9qdXN0aW4tdGltYmVybGFrZS1jcnktbWUtYS1yaXZlci5mbHY=&amp;xtp=54319" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tu.tv"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tu.tv/img/tranparente.gif" alt="Videos tu.tv" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were my sun&lt;br /&gt;you were my earth&lt;br /&gt;but you didn’t know all the ways I loved you, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you took a chance&lt;br /&gt;made other plans&lt;br /&gt;but I bet you didn’t think your thing would come crashing down, no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don’t have to say what you did&lt;br /&gt;I already know I found out from him&lt;br /&gt;there is just no chance of you and me&lt;br /&gt;there’ll never be&lt;br /&gt;and don’t it make you sad about it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you told me you loved me&lt;br /&gt;why did you leave me, all alone?&lt;br /&gt;now you tell me you need me&lt;br /&gt;when you call me, on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl I refuse&lt;br /&gt;you must have me confused&lt;br /&gt;with some other guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your bridges were burned&lt;br /&gt;and now it’s your turn&lt;br /&gt;to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;cry me a river, yeah, yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that they say&lt;br /&gt;that some things are better left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;it wasn’t like you only talked to him&lt;br /&gt;and you know it (don’t act like you don’t know it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of the these things people told me&lt;br /&gt;keep messing with my head &lt;br /&gt;you should have picked honesty&lt;br /&gt;then you may not have lost the game &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don’t have to say what you did&lt;br /&gt;I already know I found out from him&lt;br /&gt;there is just no chance of you and me&lt;br /&gt;there’ll never be&lt;br /&gt;and don’t it make you sad about it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you told me you loved me&lt;br /&gt;why did you leave me, all alone?&lt;br /&gt;now you tell me you need me&lt;br /&gt;when you call me, on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl I refuse&lt;br /&gt;you must have me confused&lt;br /&gt;with some other guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your bridges were burned&lt;br /&gt;and now it’s your turn&lt;br /&gt;to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;cry me a river, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the damage is done&lt;br /&gt;so I guess I’ll be leaving&lt;br /&gt;oh the damage is done&lt;br /&gt;so I guess I’ll be leaving&lt;br /&gt;oh the damage is done&lt;br /&gt;so I guess I’ll be leaving &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don’t have to say what you did&lt;br /&gt;I already know I found out from him&lt;br /&gt;there is just no chance of you and me&lt;br /&gt;there’ll never be&lt;br /&gt;and don’t it make you sad about it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;you can go on and just&lt;br /&gt;cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;you can go on and just&lt;br /&gt;cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;de verdad, no os creáis, a mi no me gustan las boy bands ni los niños guapos que cantan y bailan, y menos este tío que siempre me había parecido más feo que picio y más tonto que pichote...pero he de reconocer que fue escuchar esta canción, hace ya unos añitos, y caer rendida a sus pies. hace unos días la ví bailada en ese reality de cuatro que todos conocemos y amamos (sí, me confieso culpable) y desde entonces he querido ponerla aquí, para que disfrutéis de una buenísima canción comercial, que mira que ese no es mi palo, pero aquí lo clavó el señorito. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-2874940957756703611?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/2874940957756703611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=2874940957756703611' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/2874940957756703611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/2874940957756703611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/03/cry-me-river-justin-timberlake.html' title='cry me a river - justin timberlake'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-2290511214163620992</id><published>2009-03-03T18:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:55:30.849+01:00</updated><title type='text'>te favorece tanto estar callada - niños mutantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQ7rXZEM3l4&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQ7rXZEM3l4&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cada palabra que&lt;br /&gt;tú dices se clava en mi corazón,&lt;br /&gt;me matas y me&lt;br /&gt;pides perdón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te pediría que&lt;br /&gt;nunca me ladraras tus frases sin&lt;br /&gt;pensártelas bien&lt;br /&gt;sería mejor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te favorece tanto estar callada, aaahhh ...&lt;br /&gt;te favorece tanto estar callada, aaahhh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tus amenazas son &lt;br /&gt;misiles sin carga fuera de control&lt;br /&gt;ahórratelas&lt;br /&gt;sería mejor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sabes mantener&lt;br /&gt;la boca cerrada, necesitas ser&lt;br /&gt;eco de tu voz&lt;br /&gt;de tu voz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te favorece tanto estar callada, aaahhh ...&lt;br /&gt;te favorece tanto estar callada, aaahhh ...&lt;br /&gt;te favorece tanto estar callada, aaahhh ...&lt;br /&gt;te favorece tanto estar callada, aaahhh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;debo de estar de lo más favorecida últimamente...pido perdón por la ausencia, larga y para nada planeada. vuelvo con gente de mi tierra, a veces geniales, a veces no tanto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-2290511214163620992?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/2290511214163620992/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=2290511214163620992' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/2290511214163620992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/2290511214163620992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/03/te-favorece-tanto-estar-callada-ninos.html' title='te favorece tanto estar callada - niños mutantes'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-3425545502746801848</id><published>2009-02-12T22:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:15:23.935+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sintigo o sin tí - klaus &amp; kinski</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=131c96b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estrellas de color&lt;br /&gt;manchas en el sillón&lt;br /&gt;discos alrededor&lt;br /&gt;resaca del alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi cabeza se va&lt;br /&gt;se va a salir&lt;br /&gt;no hay nada para comer&lt;br /&gt;aquí&lt;br /&gt;sin tí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un monstruo gordo que&lt;br /&gt;me asusta en la habitación&lt;br /&gt;no hay nadie alrededor&lt;br /&gt;aquí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quizás&lt;br /&gt;me reviente de verdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay un televisor&lt;br /&gt;que habla de amor&lt;br /&gt;no hay mucho más que hacer&lt;br /&gt;aquí&lt;br /&gt;sin tí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sin tí&lt;br /&gt;sin tí&lt;br /&gt;sin tí&lt;br /&gt;sin tí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ésta va para silvers, porque fíjate que no fue eoghain el que se inventó la palabra sintigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-3425545502746801848?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/3425545502746801848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=3425545502746801848' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/3425545502746801848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/3425545502746801848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/02/sintigo-o-sin-ti-klaus-kinski.html' title='sintigo o sin tí - klaus &amp; kinski'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-5948846319504642287</id><published>2009-02-10T22:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:45:50.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mary jane's last dance - tom petty</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=0be65a7" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she grew up in an indiana town&lt;br /&gt;had a good lookin momma who never was around&lt;br /&gt;but she grew up tall and she grew up right&lt;br /&gt;with them indiana boys on an indiana night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well she moved down here at the age of 18&lt;br /&gt;She blew the boys away, it was more than they'd seen&lt;br /&gt;I was introduced and we both started groovin&lt;br /&gt;she said, I dig you baby but I got to keep movin&lt;br /&gt;...on, keep movin on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last dance with mary jane&lt;br /&gt;one more time to kill the pain&lt;br /&gt;I feel summer creepin in and Im&lt;br /&gt;tired of this town again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I dont know what Ive been told&lt;br /&gt;you never slow down, you never grow old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired of screwing up, Im tired of goin down&lt;br /&gt;Im tired of myself, Im tired of this town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my my, oh hell yes&lt;br /&gt;honey put on that party dress&lt;br /&gt;buy me a drink, sing me a song,&lt;br /&gt;take me as I come cause I cant stay long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last dance with mary jane&lt;br /&gt;one more time to kill the pain&lt;br /&gt;I feel summer creepin in and Im&lt;br /&gt;tired of this town again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres pidgeons down in market square&lt;br /&gt;she's standin in her underwear&lt;br /&gt;lookin down from a hotel room&lt;br /&gt;nightfall will be comin soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my my, oh hell yes&lt;br /&gt;youve got to put on that party dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was too cold to cry when I woke up alone&lt;br /&gt;I hit the last number, I walked to the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last dance with mary jane&lt;br /&gt;one more time to kill the pain&lt;br /&gt;I feel summer creepin in and Im&lt;br /&gt;tired of this town again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ahora resulta que me he quedado sin voz. y claro, no puedo currar. hasta el jueves. y en vez de disfrutar me reconcome la conciencia, como si yo me hubiera obligado a quedarme afónica. que no ha sido el caso. y llevo ya dos días trabajando como una tonta delante del ordenador y corrigiendo los exámenes que les dije a los alumnos que no corregiría hasta la semana que viene. y limpiando, ordenando, haciendo todas las cosas que no suelo hacer si no tengo tiempo, o que no son totalmente importantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total, que vuelvo a quejarme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esta canción me recuerda a otra época. siempre me ha encantado ese oh my my oh hell yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;además el vídeo me recuerda a a dos metros bajo tierra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-5948846319504642287?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/5948846319504642287/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=5948846319504642287' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/5948846319504642287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/5948846319504642287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/02/mary-janes-last-dance-tom-petty.html' title='mary jane&apos;s last dance - tom petty'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-6652781559651962752</id><published>2009-02-02T20:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:36:59.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>calm like you - the last shadow puppets</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t59a9WFtRcs&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t59a9WFtRcs&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember &lt;br /&gt;when your city smelt exciting&lt;br /&gt;I still get a whiff of that aroma &lt;br /&gt;now and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burglary and fireworks&lt;br /&gt;the skies they were alighting&lt;br /&gt;accidents and toffee drops &lt;br /&gt;and thinking on the train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was young&lt;br /&gt;in the frost &lt;br /&gt;no regard for the cost of saying his feelings &lt;br /&gt;in the moments they were felt &lt;br /&gt;and if he was calm like you&lt;br /&gt;locked up inside of your loops &lt;br /&gt;then he'd know full well&lt;br /&gt;that all he had to say was goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summertime made promises &lt;br /&gt;it knew it couldn't keep&lt;br /&gt;the fairytale was climbing up a mountain &lt;br /&gt;far too steep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colour in the pictures &lt;br /&gt;with your royal hands&lt;br /&gt;now I am craving heart-break &lt;br /&gt;while you're making your demands &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was young &lt;br /&gt;in the frost&lt;br /&gt;no regard for the cost of saying his feelings &lt;br /&gt;in the moments they were felt &lt;br /&gt;and if he was calm like you&lt;br /&gt;locked up inside of your loops &lt;br /&gt;then he'd know full well&lt;br /&gt;that all he had to say was goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoy me ha salido este tema dos veces seguidas en el random del reproductor de música del ordenador, y he pensado, es una señal (?!) PORQUE ME CHIFLA ESTA CANCIÓN. De hecho, es otro de mis discos favoritos favoritos. y sí, a mi también me gustan los artic monkeys, pero prefiero a alex aquí.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-6652781559651962752?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/6652781559651962752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=6652781559651962752' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/6652781559651962752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/6652781559651962752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/02/calm-like-you-last-shadow-puppets.html' title='calm like you - the last shadow puppets'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-856318705252523626</id><published>2009-01-31T21:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:40:39.031+01:00</updated><title type='text'>que nos parta un rayo - nacho vegas &amp; christina rosenvinge</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=f941e85" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existen cielos que yo jamás veré,&lt;br /&gt;de blancas nubes con cuellos de cisne que parecen emerger&lt;br /&gt;de la tierra como níveas flores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los he buscado de estación en estación,&lt;br /&gt;llegué a Madrid, Nueva York y Estambul pero no llegué a una conclusión,&lt;br /&gt;ya se han confirmado mis temores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que duelen las horas en la oscuridad,&lt;br /&gt;que fumo diez mil cigarrillos que sé que mi voz quebrarán,&lt;br /&gt;que rezo y voy dibujando en ceniza una cruz,&lt;br /&gt;que súbitamente caiga un rayo y se haga la luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pregunto dónde estarás,&lt;br /&gt;me pregunto por qué no estás aquí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si me haces falta hoy que una guerra va a estallar,&lt;br /&gt;dicen son tiempos de paz, pero sólo es lo que algunos llaman paz,&lt;br /&gt;y sé que niña tienes miedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sé que lo tienes, sé que yo lo tengo&lt;br /&gt;y sé que las noches sin ti son un infierno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y duelen las horas en la oscuridad,&lt;br /&gt;y fumo diez mil cigarrillos y sé que mi voz quebrarán,&lt;br /&gt;y rezo y voy dibujando en ceniza una cruz,&lt;br /&gt;que súbitamente caiga un rayo y se haga la luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y duelen las horas en la oscuridad,&lt;br /&gt;y fumo diez mil cigarrillos y sé que mi voz quebrarán,&lt;br /&gt;y duelen las horas y yo le rezo a mi Dios &lt;br /&gt;que súbitamente un rayo nos parta a los dos,&lt;br /&gt;que súbitamente un rayo nos mate a los dos,&lt;br /&gt;que súbitamente un rayo nos fulmine a los dos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoy ha sido el primer cumpleaños de la hija de mi grandísima amiga xti (una de las personas que conozco desde hace más tiempo. aún recuerdo esos 11 años terribles que tuvimos las dos, ella con sus aparatos y sus muelas del juicio con raices gigantescas, yo con mi repelencia y mis libros y mi música y mi timidez enfermiza y por supuesto mis pecas). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martina ha sido la primera niña de una amiga que yo haya vivido, y es mi absoluta preferida por ahora. es una monada, pequeñita y loca, que ya no sólo anda, corre! y que además es la cosa más bonita y más feliz que yo conozco. hoy la canción (bellísima) va para ella, porque aunque no conoce a NV (ni falta que le hace) es una niña muy musical y toca el xilófono de plástico de maravilla. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feliz cumpleaños martinauer. a ver cuando te dejas y me quieres tú a mi un poco.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-856318705252523626?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/856318705252523626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=856318705252523626' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/856318705252523626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/856318705252523626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/01/que-nos-parta-un-rayo-nacho-vegas.html' title='que nos parta un rayo - nacho vegas &amp; christina rosenvinge'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-2492017491127210452</id><published>2009-01-28T19:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:08:13.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sweetie - josh rouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=cbc3c23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy dreamers on a Winter's night&lt;br /&gt;making plans of the Spring&lt;br /&gt;Paint a picture while I put away my clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crooked couple standing side by side&lt;br /&gt;Is that you? Is that me?&lt;br /&gt;Life in circles, and we dream up someplace to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll sleep on rooftops&lt;br /&gt;We'll ride on bicycles&lt;br /&gt;Baby, we'll get married&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want to, Sweetie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much talent you're not fit for this world&lt;br /&gt;As an actress, there's no screen&lt;br /&gt;A couple movies, now you're stuck in this Broadway show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sink full of dishes and a dirty face&lt;br /&gt;Where's the passion? Talk is cheap&lt;br /&gt;Life in circles, then we turn the lights down low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll sleep on rooftops&lt;br /&gt;We'll ride on bicycles&lt;br /&gt;Baby, we'll get married&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want to, Sweetie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hear some music&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the street down below&lt;br /&gt;And the melody carries&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you sing with me, Sweetie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you sing with me&lt;br /&gt;La-la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I can love you&lt;br /&gt;Just like you deserve to be&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, what's your feeling&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want to, Sweetie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear pretty, pretty music&lt;br /&gt;coming from the street down below&lt;br /&gt;And the melody carries&lt;br /&gt;Won't you sing with me, Sweetie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll walk down boardwalks&lt;br /&gt;We'll ride on bicycles&lt;br /&gt;Baby, we'll get married&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want to, sweetie?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want to, sweetie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want to, sweetie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;y yo ni siquiera sabía que éste era su último disco. los tengo todos amontonados en mi carpeta de música, y cada vez que sale esta canción me da el pavo. es taaaaan bonita...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-2492017491127210452?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/2492017491127210452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=2492017491127210452' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/2492017491127210452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/2492017491127210452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweetie-josh-rouse.html' title='sweetie - josh rouse'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-3562971338533189205</id><published>2009-01-20T19:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:55:06.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mundo - clovis</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NI0QTH4-wns&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NI0QTH4-wns&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una vez, mi mundo fue capaz&lt;br /&gt;de estar más de cien días sin girar,&lt;br /&gt;sin moverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En esa quietud&lt;br /&gt;estuvo, así,&lt;br /&gt;sin avanzar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y sin embargo,&lt;br /&gt;sé que al arrancar se puso a mil&lt;br /&gt;y que ya nadie lo podrá parar,&lt;br /&gt;por mucho que lo intenten, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, ni aunque me mandes un misil,&lt;br /&gt;ni con un rayo paralizador,&lt;br /&gt;ni aunque venga una era glacial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que el amor &lt;br /&gt;te puede destrozar,&lt;br /&gt;pero también puede recomponer&lt;br /&gt;los trozos rotos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puede que esta vez&lt;br /&gt;mi mundo pueda estar&lt;br /&gt;dando infinitas vueltas sin parar,&lt;br /&gt;y que así siga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque éste es mi momento,&lt;br /&gt;y tú ya no puedes hacer nada&lt;br /&gt;para detenerlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sé que al arrancar se puso a mil&lt;br /&gt;y que ya nadie lo podrá parar,&lt;br /&gt;por mucho que lo intentes, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, ni aunque me mandes un misil,&lt;br /&gt;ni con un rayo paralizador,&lt;br /&gt;ni aunque venga una era glacial,&lt;br /&gt;ni aunque veas la tierra estallar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me encanta!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-3562971338533189205?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/3562971338533189205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=3562971338533189205' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/3562971338533189205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/3562971338533189205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/01/mundo-clovis.html' title='mundo - clovis'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-4227348347334979422</id><published>2009-01-19T21:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:39:33.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tonight the streets are ours - richard hawley</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5eBkrs4YpzI&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5eBkrs4YpzI&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why you got feelings in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let fear of feeling fool you&lt;br /&gt;What you see sets you apart&lt;br /&gt;And there’s nothing here to bind you&lt;br /&gt;It’s no way for life to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that tonight the streets are ours&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the streets are ours&lt;br /&gt;These lights in our hearts they tell no lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people they got nothing in their souls&lt;br /&gt;And they make our TV’s blind us&lt;br /&gt;From our vision and our goals&lt;br /&gt;Oh the trigger of time it tricks you&lt;br /&gt;So you have no way to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do you know that tonight the streets are ours&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the streets are ours&lt;br /&gt;These lights in our hearts they tell no lies&lt;br /&gt;And no one else can haunt me&lt;br /&gt;The way that you can haunt me&lt;br /&gt;I need to know you want me&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t be without you&lt;br /&gt;And the light that shines around you&lt;br /&gt;No nothing ever mattered more than not doubting&lt;br /&gt;That tonight the streets are ours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to kill loneliness at last?&lt;br /&gt;Oh there’s so much there to heal dear&lt;br /&gt;And make tear stains of the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do you know that tonight the streets are ours&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the streets are ours&lt;br /&gt;These lights in our street are ours&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the streets are ours&lt;br /&gt;These lights in our hearts they tell no lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;esta fué una de mis canciones preferidas del curso pasado. la recuerdo conduciendo por las montañas, llegando como siempre (cuando iba sola) tarde a clase, y tarareándola hasta que alguno de mis alumnos hacía algo que me sacara del buen humor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curiosamente, ayer me di cuenta de que, a pesar de todo, echo bastante de menos a mis chicos del año pasado. ayer vinieron a verme y pasamos un día muy chulo, y me contaron muchas cosas, y me dijeron que me echaban de menos, que al fin y al cabo es lo que una espera cuando trabaja durante dos años en un lugar en el que todo lo que haces se convierte en un problema, y no únicamente a causa de los niños. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-4227348347334979422?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/4227348347334979422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=4227348347334979422' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/4227348347334979422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/4227348347334979422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/01/tonight-streets-are-ours-richard-hawley.html' title='tonight the streets are ours - richard hawley'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-1962014108031916897</id><published>2009-01-17T11:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T13:08:15.211+01:00</updated><title type='text'>montenegra - nacho vegas &amp; bunbury</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=10dc1b5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hace tres años y un día &lt;br /&gt;llegaba a norteña &lt;br /&gt;y era sólo uno más &lt;br /&gt;entre los extraños &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy dirías que he envejecido &lt;br /&gt;al menos diez años&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me dediqué por un tiempo &lt;br /&gt;a cantar en el puerto &lt;br /&gt;canciones que había &lt;br /&gt;aprendido aquí mismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unas pocas hablaban del cielo &lt;br /&gt;y muchas del abismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la conocí una mañana &lt;br /&gt;tras una guitarra &lt;br /&gt;y brotó de sus labios &lt;br /&gt;aquella tonada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como si fuera una maldición &lt;br /&gt;ya no pude olvidarla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y podría volver &lt;br /&gt;y podría decir que las cosas van bien &lt;br /&gt;allá por norteña&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y omitir que allí &lt;br /&gt;una extraña mujer &lt;br /&gt;me enseñó que no hay bien que por mal no venga &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y aunque yo preguntaba &lt;br /&gt;ella siempre callaba &lt;br /&gt;o decía no quieras saber de mi vida &lt;br /&gt;no me hagas hablar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que si bebo es para olvidar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desde ese día &lt;br /&gt;aquella melodía &lt;br /&gt;se aferra a mi alma &lt;br /&gt;arracarla resulta imposible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pues resuena con la perfección &lt;br /&gt;de un recuerdo terrible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y hoy cuando intento escribir &lt;br /&gt;nuevos versos de frente &lt;br /&gt;me encuentro tan sólo &lt;br /&gt;con desilusiones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y ahora sé con certeza &lt;br /&gt;que no escribiré más canciones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y podría volver &lt;br /&gt;y podría decir que las cosas van bien &lt;br /&gt;allá por norteña&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y omitir que allí &lt;br /&gt;una extraña mujer me enseñó &lt;br /&gt;que no hay bien que por mal no venga &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y aunque yo preguntaba &lt;br /&gt;ella siempre callaba &lt;br /&gt;o decía no quieras saber de mi vida &lt;br /&gt;no me hagas hablar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que si bebo es para olvidar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y aunque yo preguntaba &lt;br /&gt;ella siempre callaba &lt;br /&gt;o decía no quieras saber de mi vida &lt;br /&gt;no me hagas hablar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que si vivo es para olvidar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoy nacho con bunbury, que no es mi disco preferido aunque debo decir que tiene cosas muy buenas de nacho (de bunbury no tanto, y por supuesto es opinión personal, así que no os sublevéis). para muestra un botón. me encanta todo el rollo norteña...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esta semana ha sido dura y larga y ha terminado mal y este fin de semana no tengo tiempo de recuperarme y recapacitar, lo cual me congratula y me jode al mismo tiempo (dicotómica que es una). aún así me encuentro mejor que nunca en los últimos tiempos, sin motivo aparente, y espero que dure...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-1962014108031916897?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/1962014108031916897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=1962014108031916897' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/1962014108031916897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/1962014108031916897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/01/montenegra-nacho-vegas-bunbury.html' title='montenegra - nacho vegas &amp; bunbury'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-2997602961627478347</id><published>2009-01-14T22:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:04:22.597+01:00</updated><title type='text'>caring is creepy - the shins</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=606f069" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go home and mull this over &lt;br /&gt;Before I cram it down my throat &lt;br /&gt;At long last it's crashed, it's colossal mass &lt;br /&gt;Has broken up into bits in my moat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift the mattress off the floor &lt;br /&gt;Walk the cramps off &lt;br /&gt;Go meander in the cold &lt;br /&gt;Hail to your dark skin &lt;br /&gt;Hiding the fact you're dead again &lt;br /&gt;Undeneath the power lines seeking shade &lt;br /&gt;Far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a luscious mix of words and tricks &lt;br /&gt;That let us bet when you know we should've folded &lt;br /&gt;On rocks i dreamt of where we'd stepped &lt;br /&gt;And the whole mess of roads we're now on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold your glass up, hold it in &lt;br /&gt;Never betray the way you've always known it is. &lt;br /&gt;One day I'll be wondering how &lt;br /&gt;I got so old just wondering how &lt;br /&gt;I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is way beyond my remote concern &lt;br /&gt;Of being condescending &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these squawking birds won't quit. &lt;br /&gt;Building nothing, laying bricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ésta es mi canción favorita de los shins. siempre lo ha sido y siempre lo será, y mira que hay otras que me gustan mucho, pero ésta es especial. nunca me canso de oirla, y eso que no es especialmente bonita. no sé, a mí me gusta, y hoy me apetecía escucharla mucho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios rrp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-2997602961627478347?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/2997602961627478347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=2997602961627478347' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/2997602961627478347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/2997602961627478347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/01/caring-is-creepy-shins.html' title='caring is creepy - the shins'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-3996408436755154100</id><published>2009-01-12T23:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:37:33.265+02:00</updated><title type='text'>nunca estás a la altura - klaus &amp; kinski</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=e31ea65" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sé qué duele más&lt;br /&gt;no ser y parecerlo&lt;br /&gt;o serlo de verdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es un horror&lt;br /&gt;no paras de juzgar&lt;br /&gt;juzgar a ciencia cierta&lt;br /&gt;lo cierto es que soy yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por teléfono es mucho peor&lt;br /&gt;vídeollamada&lt;br /&gt;ví­deoenfadada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dos y cuatro hacen un montón&lt;br /&gt;ya ni te acuerdas&lt;br /&gt;ya ni te acuerdas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haces muy mal&lt;br /&gt;en darme esperanza&lt;br /&gt;a ver, a ver&lt;br /&gt;qué puede ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y cada dí­a más que pasa todo da una vuelta más&lt;br /&gt;y cada día más que pasa todo gira un giro más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tan sólo hay que mirar&lt;br /&gt;debajo de la mesa&lt;br /&gt;a ver si hay migas de pan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuantas cosas quedan por barrer&lt;br /&gt;ya ni te agachas&lt;br /&gt;y no te importa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es la verdad&lt;br /&gt;lo que hay que aceptar&lt;br /&gt;tienes razón&lt;br /&gt;lo digo yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y cada día más que pasa todo da una vuelta más&lt;br /&gt;y cada día más que pasa está más lejos el final&lt;br /&gt;y cada día más que pasa es un punto de inflexión&lt;br /&gt;y cada día más que pasa tienes más y más razón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo digo yo&lt;br /&gt;esta vez lo digo yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me gusta mucho esta canción, porque me recuerda a algo anterior, una mezcla entre clovis y la buena vida, pero con más gracia, como más tirando a astrud. no sé. desde luego ésta es mi canción favorita del disco de klaus &amp; kinski, que me hace mucha gracia que se llamen así, como cuando escuché por primera vez a anthony and the johnsons y yo pensé que era una coña del locutor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-3996408436755154100?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/3996408436755154100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=3996408436755154100' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/3996408436755154100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/3996408436755154100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/01/klaus-kinski-nunca-ests-la-altura.html' title='nunca estás a la altura - klaus &amp; kinski'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-551175206012496582</id><published>2009-01-11T00:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:51:42.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ulysses - franz ferdinand</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uqJRnopvVIU&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uqJRnopvVIU&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I sit in here, a sentimental face stares&lt;br /&gt;And a voice says hi so&lt;br /&gt;So what you gotta what you gotta disdain&lt;br /&gt;C’mon let’s get high&lt;br /&gt;C’mon look so, you got next oh&lt;br /&gt;Walk twenty five miles oh&lt;br /&gt;Well I’m bored I’m bored&lt;br /&gt;C’mon let’s get high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’mon let’s get high&lt;br /&gt;C’mon let’s get high&lt;br /&gt;High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I found a new way&lt;br /&gt;I found a new way&lt;br /&gt;C’mon doll and use me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need your sympathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, la la la la&lt;br /&gt;Ulysses&lt;br /&gt;I’ll find a new way&lt;br /&gt;I’ll find a new way, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ulysses, My Ulysses&lt;br /&gt;No, bet you are now, boy&lt;br /&gt;So sinister, so sinister&lt;br /&gt;Last night was wild&lt;br /&gt;What’s a matter there, feeling kinda anxious?&lt;br /&gt;That heart that grew cold&lt;br /&gt;Yeah everyone, everybody knows it&lt;br /&gt;Yeah everyone, everybody know it&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, la la la la&lt;br /&gt;Ulysses&lt;br /&gt;I’ll find a new way&lt;br /&gt;I’ll find a new way, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, la la la la&lt;br /&gt;Ulysses&lt;br /&gt;I’ll find a new way&lt;br /&gt;Well I’ll find a new way, baby oh … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, then suddenly you know&lt;br /&gt;You’re never going home&lt;br /&gt;You’re never you’re never you’re never you’re never you’re never you’re never&lt;br /&gt;You’re never going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Ulysses, baby.&lt;br /&gt;No, la la la la whooo whoo&lt;br /&gt;You’re not Ulysses, whooo whoo&lt;br /&gt;La la la la, whooo whoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cómo no iba a gustarme a mí esta canción...y este vídeo...argh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-551175206012496582?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/551175206012496582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=551175206012496582' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/551175206012496582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/551175206012496582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/01/ulysses-franz-ferdinand.html' title='ulysses - franz ferdinand'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-4161849015517669311</id><published>2009-01-10T11:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:56:28.008+01:00</updated><title type='text'>noches de verano en la casa gris - nacho vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=4b81ae3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recuerdo las noches de verano en la casa gris&lt;br /&gt;con trece años corría siempre a tu habitación&lt;br /&gt;y tus tetas eran algo más &lt;br /&gt;que un gran sitio sobre el que solía dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu olor intenso a tierra mojada y a sudor&lt;br /&gt;las fotos sepia y el cristo en la cruz&lt;br /&gt;me pegabas por correrme antes de empezar &lt;br /&gt;pero no queda en mí ningún rencor&lt;br /&gt;y ahora no siento nada&lt;br /&gt;no, no siento nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;algunas tardes jugaba en el patio a que podía volar&lt;br /&gt;tú hacías la cena en la cocina de carbón&lt;br /&gt;tanta carne y yo tan tímido&lt;br /&gt;y en mi boca la cena recordaba tu sabor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un pitillo cada vez que lo hacía bien&lt;br /&gt;una hostia si mojaba el pantalón&lt;br /&gt;ahora ya no pienso en tí más que alguna vez&lt;br /&gt;uno ya no está en edad de volar&lt;br /&gt;no, ya no tengo edad para volar &lt;br /&gt;y ahora no siento nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no sé por qué, pero esta canción me encanta...tiene una especie de descarnada y amarga belleza. hay una película ahí en algún sitio, seguro. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-4161849015517669311?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/4161849015517669311/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=4161849015517669311' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/4161849015517669311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/4161849015517669311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/01/noches-de-verano-en-la-casa-gris-nacho.html' title='noches de verano en la casa gris - nacho vegas'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-6794670779117715975</id><published>2009-01-07T23:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:55:44.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>between the bars - elliot smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/37k_Ri1XxEc&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/37k_Ri1XxEc&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drink up, baby, stay up all night&lt;br /&gt;the things you could do, you won't but you might&lt;br /&gt;the potential you'll be, that you'll never see&lt;br /&gt;the promises you'll only make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drink up with me now and forget all about the pressure of days&lt;br /&gt;do what I say and I'll make you okay and drive them away&lt;br /&gt;the images stuck in your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people you've been before that you don't want around anymore&lt;br /&gt;that push and shove and won't bend to your will&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep them still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drink up, baby, look at the stars&lt;br /&gt;I'll kiss you again between the bars where I'm seeing you&lt;br /&gt;there with your hands in the air, waiting to finally be caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drink up one more time and I'll make you mine&lt;br /&gt;keep you apart deep in my heart separate from the rest&lt;br /&gt;where I like you the best and keep the things you forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people you've been before that you don't want around anymore&lt;br /&gt;that push and shove and won't bend to your will&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep them still &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hacía tiempo que no pensaba en esta canción, tan triste, tan bonita...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-6794670779117715975?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/6794670779117715975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=6794670779117715975' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/6794670779117715975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/6794670779117715975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/01/between-bars-elliot-smith.html' title='between the bars - elliot smith'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-6557903330632394512</id><published>2009-01-05T19:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:11:17.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>shiver - coldplay</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=8b846f9" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I look in your direction,&lt;br /&gt;But you pay me no attention, do you?&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't listen to me,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you say you see straight through me,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on and on,&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I wake,&lt;br /&gt;To the moment I sleep,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there by your side,&lt;br /&gt;Just you try and stop me,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting in line,&lt;br /&gt;Just to see if you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did you want me to change?&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll change for good,&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know, that you'll always get your way&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you shiver&lt;br /&gt;Don't you shiver&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing it loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;And I'll always be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know how much I need you,&lt;br /&gt;But you never even see me do you?&lt;br /&gt;And is this my final chance of getting you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on and on,&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I wake,&lt;br /&gt;To the moment I sleep,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there by your side,&lt;br /&gt;Just you try and stop me,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting in line,&lt;br /&gt;Just to see if you can, if you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did you want me to change?&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll change for good,&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know that you'll always get your way,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you shiver&lt;br /&gt;Don't you shiver,&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing it loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'll always be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'll always be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'll always be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;For you, I will always be waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's you I see,&lt;br /&gt;But you don't see me.&lt;br /&gt;And its you, I hear,&lt;br /&gt;So loud and so clear&lt;br /&gt;I sing it loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;And I'll always be waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I look in your direction,&lt;br /&gt;But you pay me no attention,&lt;br /&gt;And you know how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;But you never even see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shivering es lo que estoy haciendo yo hoy. uno, ha vuelto el frío; dos, es día de reyes (uno de mis días menos preferidos del año); tres, ya no queda nada para empezar a madrugar de nuevo (yo es que madrugo mucho, y lo llevo fatal, por eso estas navidades he sucumbido a la enfermedad del sueño y no me he prodigado mucho). supongo que me dejo al menos un par de razones en el tintero, pero para qué decir más... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-6557903330632394512?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/6557903330632394512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=6557903330632394512' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/6557903330632394512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/6557903330632394512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/01/shiver-coldplay.html' title='shiver - coldplay'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-4554591973673873009</id><published>2009-01-03T15:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T16:12:10.427+01:00</updated><title type='text'>crujidos - nacho vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S4sYtwiWO4I&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S4sYtwiWO4I&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Y si no encuentras fuerzas para salir de aquí, &lt;br /&gt;yo las sacaré de donde sea y seguiré sin ti"&lt;br /&gt;Me dijiste algo así con voz grave y resignada,&lt;br /&gt;me grabé tus palabras y me vestí listo para comenzar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Día uno en pie, comienzo a andar,&lt;br /&gt;he de aguantar, lo puedo hacer.&lt;br /&gt;El día dos avanza hasta el final&lt;br /&gt;y llega el día tres, lo vuelvo a estropear.&lt;br /&gt;Así que vuelta a empezar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Día uno en pie, no he de pensar,&lt;br /&gt;ya es día 2, Alprazolam,&lt;br /&gt;comienzo a hablar y no me hago entender,&lt;br /&gt;y llega el día tres, lo vuelvo a estropear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No preguntes ni por qué ni por qué no,&lt;br /&gt;sólo yo sé el motivo y no es bonito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me mudaré a otro sitio, me iré de esta ciudad,&lt;br /&gt;pero ahora es de mí mismo de donde me quiero escapar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me des flores cuando aquí hay lirios y rosas,&lt;br /&gt;las querré el día en que ya no quede una sola.&lt;br /&gt;Entonces, ¿me complacerás?&lt;br /&gt;Y dime, ¿cómo lo harás?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Día uno en pie, ¿qué puedo hacer&lt;br /&gt;para encontrar restos de fe?&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo pasa doloroso y lento&lt;br /&gt;y luego en un momento lo vuelvo a joder.&lt;br /&gt;Y entonces vuelta a empezar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Día una en pie, siento pensar&lt;br /&gt;cómo evitar sentir, pensar,&lt;br /&gt;morir de sed y beber del mar&lt;br /&gt;y al segundo día he vuelto a fracasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te miento no será por mezquindad,&lt;br /&gt;estas penas siempre llegan por torpeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Día uno en pie, ¿qué puedo hacer&lt;br /&gt;sino esperar verlo acabar?&lt;br /&gt;El día terminó con un crujido,&lt;br /&gt;me despierto herido y grito en soledad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que es jodido ya lo sé,&lt;br /&gt;pero no es dramático,&lt;br /&gt;esto no es tan trágico,&lt;br /&gt;esto no es un drama, no,&lt;br /&gt;te diré mil cosas por las que llorar ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lo que más me gusta de esta canción es ese "no es dramático, no es tan trágico" del final. me fascina esa necesidad atenazante que debe sentir nacho de contarlo todo, de narrarle al mundo lo que es estar en lo más hondo del pozo. y aún así, desdramatizar, y hacer saber que tampoco es para tanto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la tradición continúa en este 2009. los sábados son para nacho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-4554591973673873009?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/4554591973673873009/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=4554591973673873009' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/4554591973673873009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/4554591973673873009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2009/01/crujidos-nacho-vegas.html' title='crujidos - nacho vegas'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-3218647809395317538</id><published>2008-12-31T15:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:56:26.579+01:00</updated><title type='text'>año nuevo - vetusta morla</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=a32bee5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no podré contar &lt;br /&gt;qué ocurrió ayer  &lt;br /&gt;fue hace tanto tiempo &lt;br /&gt;que el sol se ha vuelto a poner  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;embobado acaricio &lt;br /&gt;la piedra que encontré&lt;br /&gt;todos duermen &lt;br /&gt;pero ella &lt;br /&gt;con el ruido &lt;br /&gt;no la pudo ver&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;con vivos muertos&lt;br /&gt;brindando juntos &lt;br /&gt;por un año mas &lt;br /&gt;un año menos&lt;br /&gt;que dolerse &lt;br /&gt;de esta herida y de esta luz  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ella llegó tarde &lt;br /&gt;no vio a nadie&lt;br /&gt;fue directa a dormir &lt;br /&gt;en vez de su piedra&lt;br /&gt;encontró una fiesta &lt;br /&gt;en su salón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con vivos muertos&lt;br /&gt;brindando juntos &lt;br /&gt;por un año mas &lt;br /&gt;un año menos&lt;br /&gt;que dolerse &lt;br /&gt;de esta herida &lt;br /&gt;y de esta luz  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con vivos con muertos &lt;br /&gt;con vivos con muertos &lt;br /&gt;con vivos con muertos &lt;br /&gt;con vivos con muertos &lt;br /&gt;con vivos con muertos  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;con vivos, muertos &lt;br /&gt;brindando juntos &lt;br /&gt;por un año mas &lt;br /&gt;un año menos&lt;br /&gt;que dolerse &lt;br /&gt;de esta herida y de esta luz  &lt;br /&gt;con vivos , muertos&lt;br /&gt;brindando juntos &lt;br /&gt;un año menos que dolerse &lt;br /&gt;de esta herida y de esta luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ya hace meses vislumbraba que un día como este iba a poner esta canción aquí...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feliz año nuevo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-3218647809395317538?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/3218647809395317538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=3218647809395317538' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/3218647809395317538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/3218647809395317538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2008/12/ao-nuevo-vetusta-morla.html' title='año nuevo - vetusta morla'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-2386488860875358388</id><published>2008-12-25T18:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:16:04.774+01:00</updated><title type='text'>that was the worst christmas ever! - sufjan stevens</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TpmiPbDkvBQ&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TpmiPbDkvBQ&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going outside&lt;br /&gt;Shoveling snow in the driveway, driveway&lt;br /&gt;Taking our shoes&lt;br /&gt;Riding a sled down the hillside, hillside&lt;br /&gt;Can you say what you want?&lt;br /&gt;Can you say what you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;Can you be what you want?&lt;br /&gt;Can you be what you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our father yells&lt;br /&gt;Throwing gifts in the wood stove, wood stove&lt;br /&gt;My sister runs away&lt;br /&gt;Taking her books to the schoolyard, schoolyard&lt;br /&gt;In time the snow will rise&lt;br /&gt;In time the snow will rise&lt;br /&gt;In time the Lord will rise&lt;br /&gt;In time the Lord will rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent night&lt;br /&gt;Holy night&lt;br /&gt;Silent night&lt;br /&gt;Nothing feels right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mi villancico preferido...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-2386488860875358388?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/2386488860875358388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=2386488860875358388' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/2386488860875358388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/2386488860875358388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2008/12/that-was-worst-christmas-ever-sufjan.html' title='that was the worst christmas ever! - sufjan stevens'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-3890576968144211777</id><published>2008-12-24T19:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T19:40:00.362+01:00</updated><title type='text'>segundo premio - los planetas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0CPZ-Hl59dw&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0CPZ-Hl59dw&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentado esperando a que llames&lt;br /&gt;rezando porque des una señal&lt;br /&gt;los dias cada vez van mas despacio&lt;br /&gt;y solamente puedo esperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que vengas a explicar que todo ha terminado&lt;br /&gt;que tengas que decir que no me quieres ver&lt;br /&gt;y es imposible que hayas olvidado&lt;br /&gt;lo que los dos podiamos hacer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y si esto que ha pasado&lt;br /&gt;va a pasarnos otra vez&lt;br /&gt;y si todo ha sido en vano&lt;br /&gt;no tienes que volver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirando las paredes de este cuarto&lt;br /&gt;rezando porque vengas otra vez&lt;br /&gt;y todo lo que habiamos hablado&lt;br /&gt;es todo lo que vamos a perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si nunca quise ser el unico a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;si tuve miedo fue porque acabara asi&lt;br /&gt;y todo el tiempo que he desperdiciado&lt;br /&gt;se vuelve de nuevo contra mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y si esto te hace daño&lt;br /&gt;si te puedo hacer sufrir&lt;br /&gt;ha servido para algo&lt;br /&gt;al menos para mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no me gusta la navidad. queda dicho. no es algo popular, cuando lo dices en público siempre hay alguien que se te queda mirando, en plan, qué le pasa a esta pava, es una histérica, y una aguafiestas. no me gusta y no es un trauma, no se me ha muerto nadie en navidad, no he tenido grandes broncas y nunca lo he pasado especialmente mal. simplemente no es mi fiesta. no me gusta, me deja aparte, me aisla, me quedo fría. no es lo mío. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desde hace un tiempo, para mi la nochebuena es quedar con los amigos que no tienen familia cercana agobiante y emborracharnos. intentar no echar de menos a alguien, intentarlo con fuerzas y con ganas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;además es un rollo extraño, tipo quedan pocas navidades así, pronto no quedará nadie para hacer esto. y así estoy. había que esforzarse y lo hemos hecho. hoy ha sido uno más de estos días. me lo he pasado genial, he saludado a jota y he causado verguenza ajena, me he reído, he ligado y me he vuelto a casa a ducharme y quitarme el olor a humo. así que a su salud...también jota pasa la víspera de navidad emborrachándose...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-3890576968144211777?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/3890576968144211777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=3890576968144211777' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/3890576968144211777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/3890576968144211777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2008/12/segundo-premio-los-planetas.html' title='segundo premio - los planetas'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-4754095756365449760</id><published>2008-12-15T10:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:58:56.331+01:00</updated><title type='text'>country mile - camera obscura</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nI56fiyre8E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nI56fiyre8E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver Birch against a Swedish sky &lt;br /&gt;The singer in the band made me want to cry &lt;br /&gt;We’re all inside our own heads now &lt;br /&gt;We are leaving new friends &lt;br /&gt;We are leaving this town &lt;br /&gt;I wish you could be here with me &lt;br /&gt;I would show you off like a trophy &lt;br /&gt;The road it winds, it twists, it turns, now my stomach burns &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I’ll be the foolish one &lt;br /&gt;Thinking a blink of these lashes would make you come &lt;br /&gt;Don’t you worry, don’t get in a state &lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe in true love anyway &lt;br /&gt;Who’s being pessimistic now &lt;br /&gt;I could document this as our first and our last row &lt;br /&gt;The more you look forlorn, the more to you I warm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t be seeing you for a long while &lt;br /&gt;I hope it’s not as long as a country mile &lt;br /&gt;I feel lost &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoy no tengo que ir a trabajar...la nieve ha cortado las carreteras. sin embargo el día se ha levantado soleado. me voy a dar un buen paseo pre navideño por las calles heladas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-4754095756365449760?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/4754095756365449760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=4754095756365449760' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/4754095756365449760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/4754095756365449760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2008/12/country-mile-camera-obscura.html' title='country mile - camera obscura'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-9210597938077181265</id><published>2008-12-14T11:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:54:36.991+01:00</updated><title type='text'>negro cinturon - christina rosenvinge</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=f9111fe" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no te crees nada de lo que digo&lt;br /&gt;sólo quieres ser mi amigo&lt;br /&gt;pasas el rato conmigo&lt;br /&gt;cine y luego&lt;br /&gt;de bar en bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no tengo ni calderilla dices&lt;br /&gt;fumando una colilla&lt;br /&gt;tu sonrisa entre patillas&lt;br /&gt;de pirata en alta mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y me enciendo como una cerilla&lt;br /&gt;y hace ting mi campanilla&lt;br /&gt;cuando me rozas con la hebilla&lt;br /&gt;de tu negro cinturón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qué hora es&lt;br /&gt;son más de las 3&lt;br /&gt;me voy a casa ya sabes por qué&lt;br /&gt;ya debería estar en pijama&lt;br /&gt;me estás matando con lo de esta vida sana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no te crees nada de lo que digo&lt;br /&gt;sólo quieres ser mi amigo&lt;br /&gt;pero metes la lengua en mi ombligo&lt;br /&gt;para desesperarme aún más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y tú aún llevas zapatillas&lt;br /&gt;y yo no soy ya una chiquilla&lt;br /&gt;y aunque escondo la cuchilla&lt;br /&gt;no te acabas de fiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se me doblan las rodillas&lt;br /&gt;me derrito como mantequilla&lt;br /&gt;y olvido un rato la astilla&lt;br /&gt;que atraviesa mi pobre corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qué hora es&lt;br /&gt;son más de las 3&lt;br /&gt;me voy a casa ya sabes por qué&lt;br /&gt;acabarás por morder la manzana&lt;br /&gt;si no de qué tengo yo esta mala fama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me encanta tu buhardilla&lt;br /&gt;la guitarra sobre la silla&lt;br /&gt;en el techo una bombilla&lt;br /&gt;y en suelo nada más que un colchón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se pueden tocar las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;en el reflejo de las botellas&lt;br /&gt;sé que estás pensando en ella&lt;br /&gt;cuando hacemos el amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya eres más que un buen amigo&lt;br /&gt;ya no te crees nada de lo que digo&lt;br /&gt;y soy adicta a este castigo&lt;br /&gt;ay ay ese negro citurón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qué hora es&lt;br /&gt;son más de las 3&lt;br /&gt;me voy a casa ya sabes por qué&lt;br /&gt;voy de cabeza toda la semana&lt;br /&gt;y no me puedo levantar tarde mañana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te daré mi amor eterno&lt;br /&gt;mientras dure el frío invierno&lt;br /&gt;no pienso volver al infierno&lt;br /&gt;de la vida conyugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;muy cantable y muy reconocible la experiencia...christina está empezando a caerme muy bien&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-9210597938077181265?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/9210597938077181265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=9210597938077181265' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/9210597938077181265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/9210597938077181265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2008/12/negro-cinturon-christina-rosenvinge.html' title='negro cinturon - christina rosenvinge'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-2002800728924944639</id><published>2008-12-10T22:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:34:05.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>take me out - franz ferdinand</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZGcw9HHOkU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZGcw9HHOkU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're lonely &lt;br /&gt;You know I'm here waiting for you &lt;br /&gt;I'm just a crosshair &lt;br /&gt;I'm just a shot away from you &lt;br /&gt;And if you leave here &lt;br /&gt;You leave me broken, shattered, I lie &lt;br /&gt;I'm just a crosshair &lt;br /&gt;I'm just a shot, then we can die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I won't be leaving here with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say don't you know &lt;br /&gt;You say you don't go &lt;br /&gt;I say... take me out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say you don't show &lt;br /&gt;Don't move, time is slow &lt;br /&gt;I say... take me out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I move this could die&lt;br /&gt;If I move this could die&lt;br /&gt;I want you...to take me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say you don't know &lt;br /&gt;You say you don't go &lt;br /&gt;I say... take me out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I won't be leaving here (with you) &lt;br /&gt;I know I won't be leaving here &lt;br /&gt;I know I won't be leaving here (with you) &lt;br /&gt;I know I won't be leaving here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say don't you know?&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;I say take me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wink, this can die&lt;br /&gt;If I wane, this can die&lt;br /&gt;I want you to take me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I move, this could die&lt;br /&gt;If I move, this could die&lt;br /&gt;Come on, take me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I won't be leaving here&lt;br /&gt;I know I won't be leaving here&lt;br /&gt;I know I won't be leaving here&lt;br /&gt;I know I won't be leaving here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;atemporal...un auténtico pelotazo. siempre me ha encantado esta canción. y en concierto son tan buenos. vienen en abril, y yo no me lo creo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-2002800728924944639?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/2002800728924944639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=2002800728924944639' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/2002800728924944639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/2002800728924944639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2008/12/take-me-out-franz-ferdinand.html' title='take me out - franz ferdinand'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-175668981842155254</id><published>2008-12-09T16:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:56:54.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'>morir o matar - nacho vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=61a19bc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te sentaste justo al borde del sofá&lt;br /&gt;como si algo allí te fuera a morder.&lt;br /&gt;Dijiste: "Hay cosas que tenemos que aprender,&lt;br /&gt;yo a mentir y tú a decirme la verdad,&lt;br /&gt;yo a ser fuerte y tú a mostrar debilidad,&lt;br /&gt;tú a morir y yo a matar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y después se hizo el silencio y el silencio fue a parar&lt;br /&gt;a una especie de pesada y repartida soledad,&lt;br /&gt;y la soledad dio paso a un terror que hacia el final&lt;br /&gt;nos mostró un mundo del que ninguno quisimos hablar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y así eran nuestras noches y así era nuestro amor,&lt;br /&gt;comenzaba en el silencio, continuaba en el terror,&lt;br /&gt;y otra vez de allí al silencio. Dime, ¿para qué hablar&lt;br /&gt;de lo que pudo haber sido y de lo que jamás será,&lt;br /&gt;tratando de adivinar qué fue eso que hicimos tan mal?,&lt;br /&gt;si, en fin, se trata de morir o de matar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así que, si aún andas por aquí,&lt;br /&gt;y alguien vuelve a romperte, amor,&lt;br /&gt;con dinero, encanto y alguna canción,&lt;br /&gt;por favor, prepárate para huir.&lt;br /&gt;Vete lejos y limítate a observar&lt;br /&gt;esta escena tan vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conoció a unas cien mujeres y a cincuenta enamoró,&lt;br /&gt;conoció a otros tantos hombres y con tantos se acostó,&lt;br /&gt;y fundió todo el dinero y la gente se cansó&lt;br /&gt;de escuchar noche tras noche la misma triste canción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora ve que el universo es un lugar vacío y cruel,&lt;br /&gt;cuando no hay nada mayor que su necesidad en él.&lt;br /&gt;Y encendiendo un cigarillo se comienza a torturar&lt;br /&gt;y habrá cerca alguien gritándole "hágase tu voluntad"&lt;br /&gt;y el "la culpa sólo en parte es mía y en parte lo es de los demás".&lt;br /&gt;De lo que se trata es de morir o de matar, de morir o matar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue aquella gitana que nos leyó el porvenir,&lt;br /&gt;dijo "uno es el asesino y el otro el que va a morir".&lt;br /&gt;Y salimos de allí y me mirarte asustada y el miedo sonó en tu voz:&lt;br /&gt;"antes de que tú me mates, prefiero matarme yo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y emprendiste así tu huida y yo corrí a mi habitación&lt;br /&gt;y mezclé en una cuchara el polvo blanco y el marrón.&lt;br /&gt;Y con la sangre aún resbalando te llamé desde ese hotel:&lt;br /&gt;"Por favor, entiende que algo no funciona en mí muy bien".&lt;br /&gt;Y al otro lado te oí llorar y yo seguí y no colgué,&lt;br /&gt;y me suplicaste: "Déjame de una vez, déjame de una vez".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y tus párpados cayendo se me antojan guillotinas,&lt;br /&gt;y te observaré durmiendo y me pondré a susurrar:&lt;br /&gt;"nuestras almas no conocen el reposo vida mía,&lt;br /&gt;pero si hay algo que es cierto es que&lt;br /&gt;te quiero un mundo entero con su belleza y su fealdad.&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no puedes aceptar que esto no se trata más &lt;br /&gt;que, amor mío, de morir o de matar, de morir o matar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moriré, moriré, moriré ...&lt;br /&gt;moriré, moriré y es lo único que sé.&lt;br /&gt;Moriré, moriré ...&lt;br /&gt;moriré y cuando lo haga al fin ya nada va a impedirme descansar&lt;br /&gt;y así obtendré la santa paz que en vida no gocé jamás,&lt;br /&gt;pues hasta morir la única opción siempre es matar, siempre matar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lo siento...no puedo dejar de escuchar esta canción. aún hay frases que me hacen llorar. una mucho y en especial. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-175668981842155254?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/175668981842155254/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=175668981842155254' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/175668981842155254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/175668981842155254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2008/12/morir-o-matar-nacho-vegas.html' title='morir o matar - nacho vegas'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-3753464764105284457</id><published>2008-12-04T23:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:48:33.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'>lover you should've come over - jeff buckley</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzlWo1rJ42k&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzlWo1rJ42k&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out the door &lt;br /&gt;I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners&lt;br /&gt;Parading in a wake of sad relations &lt;br /&gt;As their shoes fill up with water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm too young&lt;br /&gt;To keep good love from going wrong&lt;br /&gt;But tonight, you're on my mind so&lt;br /&gt;You never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken down and hungry for your love &lt;br /&gt;With no way to feed it&lt;br /&gt;Where are you tonight? &lt;br /&gt;Child, you know how much I need it.&lt;br /&gt;Too young to hold on &lt;br /&gt;And too old to just break free and run &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a man gets carried away,&lt;br /&gt;When he feels like he should be having his fun&lt;br /&gt;Much too blind to see the damage he's done&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a man must awake to find that, really,&lt;br /&gt;He has no-one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll wait for you... And I'll burn &lt;br /&gt;Will I ever see your sweet return?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, will I ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Lover, you should've come over&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's not too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely is the room the bed is made&lt;br /&gt;The open window lets the rain in&lt;br /&gt;Burning in the corner is the only one &lt;br /&gt;Who dreams he had you with him &lt;br /&gt;My body turns and yearns for a sleep&lt;br /&gt;That won't ever come&lt;br /&gt;It's never over,&lt;br /&gt;My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder&lt;br /&gt;It's never over,&lt;br /&gt;all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her...&lt;br /&gt;It's never over,&lt;br /&gt;All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter...&lt;br /&gt;It's never over,&lt;br /&gt;She's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I'm just too young to keep good love&lt;br /&gt;From going wrong &lt;br /&gt;Oh... lover you should've come over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and I feel too young to hold on &lt;br /&gt;I'm much too old to break free and run&lt;br /&gt;Too deaf, dumb, and blind&lt;br /&gt;To see the damage I've done&lt;br /&gt;Sweet lover, you should've come over&lt;br /&gt;Oh, love, well I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Lover, you should've come over&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's not too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;para silvers...no sé, porque me has leído la mente. es lo que tiene ser tú&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-3753464764105284457?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/3753464764105284457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=3753464764105284457' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/3753464764105284457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/3753464764105284457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2008/12/looking-out-door-i-see-rain-fall-upon.html' title='lover you should&apos;ve come over - jeff buckley'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-1671625372491836612</id><published>2008-12-03T21:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:37:18.894+01:00</updated><title type='text'>algo cambió -  astrud</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=a42d880" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hicimos esta canción&lt;br /&gt;horas antes de conocernos,&lt;br /&gt;sin saber nuestros nombres&lt;br /&gt;ni la pinta que tenemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubiera podido ser que me quedara en casa,&lt;br /&gt;hubiera podido ser que me fuera a Casablanca,&lt;br /&gt;hubiéramos podido quedar con nuestras amigas,&lt;br /&gt;la vida sería ahora muy distinta,&lt;br /&gt;pero algo cambió.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta claro que allá arriba &lt;br /&gt;hay alguien divino&lt;br /&gt;con un horario&lt;br /&gt;que rige nuestros destinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Y si no por qué cantamos la misma canción?&lt;br /&gt;¿Y si no por qué nos confunden a los dos?&lt;br /&gt;Basta ya de preguntas que no importan nada,&lt;br /&gt;vamos a cantar y a celebrarlo hoy y mañana,&lt;br /&gt;porque algo cambió.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quién hubiera pensado&lt;br /&gt;en ese día,&lt;br /&gt;que en tan sólo unas horas&lt;br /&gt;cambiarían nuestras vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué sería de mí?&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué hubiera sido de mí &lt;br /&gt;sin haberte conocido?&lt;br /&gt;Quizá cantaríamos con otro desconocido.&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién sabe? &lt;br /&gt;Ya lo he dicho,&lt;br /&gt;algo cambió.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;se me había olvidado lo mucho que me gusta esta canción. con qué poco se puede hacer una canción perfecta. en este caso la letra y la música, prestadas de pulp, y aún así, la versión es única. además es todo como muy austeriano, muy postmoderno, muy romántico, muy astrud, muy genial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, por cierto, ya tengo el manifiesto desastre...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-1671625372491836612?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/1671625372491836612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=1671625372491836612' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/1671625372491836612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/1671625372491836612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2008/12/algo-cambi-astrud.html' title='algo cambió -  astrud'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-3098150097030556428</id><published>2008-12-02T19:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:44:30.151+01:00</updated><title type='text'>brujita - nacho vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/crEv1eSCuME&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/crEv1eSCuME&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brujita, hoy quiero,&lt;br /&gt;desde este agujero, &lt;br /&gt;decirte que muero por ti.&lt;br /&gt;Por tus manos frías,&lt;br /&gt;por las brujerías, &lt;br /&gt;por tu forma de toser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez esté escrita&lt;br /&gt;mi vida, brujita.&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez te llegue a perder.&lt;br /&gt;Pero ¡cuánto te quiero, &lt;br /&gt;mi amor verdadero!&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti está mal hecho el mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya huele a tormenta, &lt;br /&gt;rechinan veletas, &lt;br /&gt;mas tú, tú me puedes salvar. &lt;br /&gt;Desciendes deprisa,&lt;br /&gt;sin paracaídas, &lt;br /&gt;en tu escoba a todo gas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brujita, me irrita&lt;br /&gt;la gente -¡maldita!-&lt;br /&gt;que trata de hacerte sufrir.&lt;br /&gt;Yo los mataría,&lt;br /&gt;les arrancaría la piel&lt;br /&gt;hasta verlos morir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como un cocotero, &lt;br /&gt;como un rascacielos,&lt;br /&gt;as’ de bonita eres tœ.&lt;br /&gt;Te observo durmiendo:&lt;br /&gt;Pequeño misterio&lt;br /&gt;que nadie jamás resolvió.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez esté escrita&lt;br /&gt;mi vida, brujita.&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez te llegue a perder.&lt;br /&gt;Pero ¡cuánto te quiero,&lt;br /&gt;mi amor verdadero! &lt;br /&gt;Sin ti está mal hecho el mundo.&lt;br /&gt;¡Sin ti está mal hecho el mundo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ya ha nacido. mi segunda yo, la niña que hereda mi nombre y apellido, el bebé más esperado en mi familia por ser el único y por haber sido difícil de traer, mi ahijada, mi sobrina, la pobre desdichada que escuchará como nana este brujita de nv;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y sobre todo, un ser humano que ayer no estaba, y hoy sí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estoy sin palabras. ya la quiero mucho, y me da mucho miedo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-3098150097030556428?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/3098150097030556428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=3098150097030556428' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/3098150097030556428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/3098150097030556428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2008/12/brujita-nacho-vegas.html' title='brujita - nacho vegas'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-5211612550479542676</id><published>2008-12-01T20:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:01:56.731+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the water - feist</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BE9dtDxsKnc&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BE9dtDxsKnc&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=f3a18c9" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;telegraph cables hung and few can decipher who the message is from&lt;br /&gt;and delivering quietly cause some don't get much company&lt;br /&gt;the harbor becomes the sea and lighting of hers keeps it close and free&lt;br /&gt;understand the lay of the land and don't let it hurt you or it'll be the first to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the water &lt;br /&gt;the water&lt;br /&gt;didn't realize its dangerous eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mountain&lt;br /&gt;the mountain&lt;br /&gt;came to recognize its deep and rocky sides&lt;br /&gt;more than realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pale as a pile of bones you held for your babies&lt;br /&gt;and this is how they go when batter knocked over the teeth by the shelter&lt;br /&gt;watching the gray sky that's acting like a good guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the water&lt;br /&gt;the water &lt;br /&gt;came to realize its dangerous eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mountain&lt;br /&gt;the mountain&lt;br /&gt;came to recognize his deep and rocky sides&lt;br /&gt;came to recognize his deep and rocky sides&lt;br /&gt;more than realized &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ni me habléis...no me lo puedo creer, toda la tarde pateando la ciudad para nada. en la primera tienda acababan de vender el último y oh, albricias, resulta que lo tenían desde el jueves, el tío me ha mirado con cara de vaya fan estás tu hecha... las otras dos record stores que conocía están cerradas (mardita piratería). hasta me he pasado por el corte inglés para que la dependienta me dijera, ¿el último de nv? si claro, ¿cómo se llamaba? y yo, se llama el manifiestro desastre y se publicaba hoy. ah, hoy, entonces no lo tenemos, los lunes no nos llega nada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay días en los que nada sale bien. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en el camino de vuelta, con una cierta extraña sensación de derrota (no creo que tenga que ver con no haber conseguido el cd, sino con una idea estúpida que se me ha ocurrido) he escuchado esta canción que no recordaba haber apreciado mucho antes (y eso que me sé los discos de feist de memorieta) y que me ha tenido sin respiración de principio a fin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y no ha sido por el frío...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-5211612550479542676?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/5211612550479542676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=5211612550479542676' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/5211612550479542676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/5211612550479542676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2008/12/water-feist.html' title='the water - feist'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-3682842379919581383</id><published>2008-11-30T23:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:59:29.059+01:00</updated><title type='text'>gang bang - nacho vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=df606cb" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay cerca del damm&lt;br /&gt;cuatro putas que bailan un vals&lt;br /&gt;detrás del cristal&lt;br /&gt;y se puede sentir &lt;br /&gt;el sudor fuerte desde Berlín&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tú allí, en soledad,&lt;br /&gt;una lluvia muy fina golpea tu cara&lt;br /&gt;resbala en tu piel y a la vez&lt;br /&gt;se ilumina un cartel ofreciéndote&lt;br /&gt;libertad y sordidez,&lt;br /&gt;todo a un precio que un hombre moderno&lt;br /&gt;ha de ser capaz de pagar&lt;br /&gt;una vez que la noche echa a andar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿no lo ves? tu carne es más pálida&lt;br /&gt;¿no lo ves? tu alma es más gris&lt;br /&gt;si no pierdes al fin la razón&lt;br /&gt;verás que no hay más que una solución&lt;br /&gt;¡cas...tra...ción!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y todas las cosas que hice mal&lt;br /&gt;se vuelven hoy a conjurar contra mí&lt;br /&gt;¿cómo habré llegado a esto...&lt;br /&gt;no lo sé&lt;br /&gt;...tan lúcido y siniestro?&lt;br /&gt;pero sé que no lo sé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y un hombre de traje me invita a pasar...&lt;br /&gt;¡gang-bang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ves desde tu hotel&lt;br /&gt;aguas quietas igual que papel de plata&lt;br /&gt;y el viento arrastra el olor&lt;br /&gt;de la pérfida enana marrón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mira que tú fuiste el rey,&lt;br /&gt;con tu cetro en la mano&lt;br /&gt;y los ojos clavados en gente&lt;br /&gt;que sabes que no llegarás a conocer&lt;br /&gt;ni aunque vivas mil años&lt;br /&gt;y el cielo se postre a tus pies&lt;br /&gt;pero su mirada no se despega de tu pantalón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y echas a andar por la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;y atraviesas un nuevo canal&lt;br /&gt;huyes del rojo y azul del neón&lt;br /&gt;vas en busca de algo que huela distinto al amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y si viviera una vez más&lt;br /&gt;¿me volvería a equivocar otra vez?&lt;br /&gt;sí, no te quepa duda, &lt;br /&gt;hasta la locura&lt;br /&gt;y hasta el dolor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y un hombre de traje me invita a pasar...&lt;br /&gt;¡gang-bang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;perdonad. auster, murakami y los 4 grados bajo cero de estos últimos días me han quitado momentáneamente las ganas de escribir aquí. por supuesto, hay mil razones más, pero no vienen a cuento y no suenan nada poéticas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mañana es el día. después de clase me pasaré por esa tienda de discos que ya hace siglos que no piso, y pediré, con cara de como si nada, el manifiesto desastre. hasta ahora sólo he hecho un par de escuchas de dry martini, y ya no he querido oir nada más. necesito el disco, mi coche, y las tres horas que me voy a pasar conduciendo el viernes que viene. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-3682842379919581383?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/3682842379919581383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=3682842379919581383' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/3682842379919581383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/3682842379919581383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2008/11/gang-bang-nacho-vegas.html' title='gang bang - nacho vegas'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-2862159261693825984</id><published>2008-11-26T21:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:23:05.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sky blue sky - wilco</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Lv5J68U-ho&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Lv5J68U-ho&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the band marched on in formation&lt;br /&gt;The brass was phasing tunes I couldn’t place&lt;br /&gt;Windows open and raining in&lt;br /&gt;Maroon, yellow, blue, gold and gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drunks were ricocheting&lt;br /&gt;The old buildings downtown&lt;br /&gt;Empty so long ago&lt;br /&gt;Windows broken and dreaming&lt;br /&gt;So happy to leave what was my home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a sky blue sky&lt;br /&gt;This rotten time&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t seem so bad to me now&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I didn’t die&lt;br /&gt;I should be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;I survived&lt;br /&gt;That's good enough for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a sky blue sky&lt;br /&gt;This rotten time&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t seem so bad to me now&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if I didn’t die&lt;br /&gt;I should be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;I survived&lt;br /&gt;That's good enough for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;brrrr...llegar a casa después de doce horas, más una extra de atasco, y con un frío polar es genial cuando suena esta canción y ya ha terminado todo y tú estás calentita frente a tu ordenador. por eso hoy nada profundo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i survived, that´s good enough for now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-2862159261693825984?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/2862159261693825984/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=2862159261693825984' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/2862159261693825984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/2862159261693825984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2008/11/sky-blue-sky-wilco.html' title='sky blue sky - wilco'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-3309275919499102945</id><published>2008-11-25T12:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:46:37.571+01:00</updated><title type='text'>life on mars - david bowie</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=a603ca6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a god-awful small affair&lt;br /&gt;To the girl with the mousy hair&lt;br /&gt;But her mummy is yelling "No"&lt;br /&gt;And her daddy has told her to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her friend is nowhere to be seen&lt;br /&gt;Now she walks through her sunken dream&lt;br /&gt;To the seat with the clearest view&lt;br /&gt;And she's hooked to the silver screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the film is a saddening bore&lt;br /&gt;For she's lived it ten times or more&lt;br /&gt;She could spit in the eyes of fools&lt;br /&gt;As they ask her to focus on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sailors &lt;br /&gt;fighting in the dance hall&lt;br /&gt;Oh man!&lt;br /&gt;Look at those cavemen go&lt;br /&gt;It's the freakiest show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the Lawman&lt;br /&gt;Beating up the wrong guy&lt;br /&gt;Oh man! &lt;br /&gt;Wonder if he'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;He's in the best selling show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there life on Mars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's on America's tortured brow&lt;br /&gt;That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow&lt;br /&gt;Now the workers have struck for fame&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Lennon's on sale again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the mice in their million hordes&lt;br /&gt;From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads&lt;br /&gt;Rule Britannia is out of bounds&lt;br /&gt;To my mother, my dog, and clowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the film is a saddening bore&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I wrote it ten times or more&lt;br /&gt;It's about to be writ again&lt;br /&gt;As I ask you to focus on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sailors &lt;br /&gt;fighting in the dance hall&lt;br /&gt;Oh man!&lt;br /&gt;Look at those cavemen go&lt;br /&gt;It's the freakiest show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the Lawman&lt;br /&gt;Beating up the wrong guy&lt;br /&gt;Oh man! &lt;br /&gt;Wonder if he'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;He's in the best selling show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there life on Mars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;un clásico...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-3309275919499102945?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/3309275919499102945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=3309275919499102945' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/3309275919499102945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/3309275919499102945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-on-mars-david-bowie.html' title='life on mars - david bowie'/><author><name>laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04283778586328902969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EB92gFfaV1I/Sqji4er7s_I/AAAAAAAAADs/Edww-c7WYmc/S220/IMAG0137.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177553449932240997.post-9033825056521773153</id><published>2008-11-24T20:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:22:51.097+01:00</updated><title type='text'>magic - chucho</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=daa5dbb" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si preguntáis por mí me encontraréis aquí,&lt;br /&gt;disfrutando del tiempo que me queda por vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre procuré beber la vida intensamente,&lt;br /&gt;disfrutando cada trago que me queda por vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respiré la vida como nadie más,&lt;br /&gt;aprovechando el tiempo que me queda por vivir,&lt;br /&gt;que lo mejor de nuestra vida aún está por ocurrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo el amor del mundo&lt;br /&gt;lo derrocharemos tú y yo,&lt;br /&gt;cada segundo del tiempo que nos queda por vivir,&lt;br /&gt;que lo mejor de nuestra vida aún está por ocurrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que lo mejor de nuestra vida aún está por ocurrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;camino a casa en el coche (como no, el coche, parece que me paso la vida ahí)he escuchado una canción de los surfin bichos, y la personal voz de fernando alfaro rápidamente me ha recordado esta canción que no escuchaba hacía tiempo, y cuya letra me encanta. ojalá nos sintiéramos así cada día...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mañana jornada de huelga y reflexión. hace falta la huelga, no sé como decirlo más. nos hemos cargado la educación, os lo digo yo que trabajo en esto. despolitización ya. tomemos el control, ya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177553449932240997-9033825056521773153?l=feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/feeds/9033825056521773153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177553449932240997&amp;postID=9033825056521773153' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/9033825056521773153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177553449932240997/posts/default/9033825056521773153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feliznavidaddesdemoscu.blogspot.com/2008/11/magic-chucho.html' title='magic - 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