sábado, 21 de septiembre de 2013

Music For Pleasure



You can fly among the clouds,
But everybody is saying you: "you shall go down".
Music for pleasure, universal feeling, no nation.
Social D., The Ramones, The Dictators and the Stones.
Only put the record on the stereo.
Put on your ears the headphones,
Take the volume to the top.

Only good music will save your soul,
Before the angels sing to carry you on.
They will tell for you stories about heartache and love.
And these are real, don't confuse them with a industry stock.

Under melodic noise, that's my joy.
I'm free to create and destroy.
I figured out that pages must be written.
A cake's part for us should be bitten.
Don't be on shame and move your ass.
Express yourself maybe you shake us.
Coulters are falling from the branches.
I wish you don't be the next victim of life's chess.

Only good music will save your soul,
Before the angels sing to carry you on.
They will tell for you stories about heartache and love.
And these are real, don't confuse them with a industry stock.

This is music for pleasure.

Only good music will save your soul,
Before the angels sing to carry you on.
They will tell for you stories about heartache and love.
And these are real, don't confuse them with a industry stock.

domingo, 15 de septiembre de 2013

The Maze




THE MAZE

Walking across a yew's trees path.
Following the shine from moonlight.
The daybreak is so far.
Bundled at a chain, link by link to dark.

I'm lost in sorrow.
Why you don't want this hollow.
Girl you can stay.
You can be here at the end of the day.

I'm lost in a maze.
I'm a mess.
I'm lost in a maze.
The rope is break.

I tried to climb this mountain.
But it was so height, so height this freedom's mountain.
I made my coffin with steel nails.
I digged so deep my pit.

I'm lost in sorrow.
Why you don't want this hollow.
Girl you can stay.
You can be here at the end of the day.

I'm lost in a maze.
I'm a mess.
I'm lost in a maze.
The rope is break.

I struggled against my own ghosts.
I was in trenches of the slaves's cross.
I didn't worry to save myself.
Are you sure? Did you give your best?

I'm lost in a maze.
I'm a mess.
I'm lost in a maze.
The rope is break.
I'm lost.


jueves, 24 de enero de 2013

I Can't Sleep (acústico)


I CAN'T SLEEP.

Somedays I fall on my knees.
Somedays I could be your man.
I hope something to believe.
Because  I need to believe in me.

Insane, just to be with you.
Insane, maybe in my head.
My mind is like a rainy day.
I grew walking down the rain.

Like freak I crawl to your feet,
I can't sleep.
My chains brushes all my skin,
I'm not free.

martes, 22 de enero de 2013

My New Tables (ensayo noviembre'11)



MY NEW TABLES 

Stimulate your epidermic protection.
Like an endogamic degeneration.
I hope, I will meet you in the otherside.
Where the sunbeams never shines.

We live in the middle age between God and death.
You cannot chase our soul.
Only when your paradise will be lost.

God is an illusion of the gregarious man.
The moral is a convention of the power estament.
The Berlin Wall is downed come in postmodernity.
It's hard to believe in the class dichotomy.

We live in the middle age between God and death.
You cannot chase our soul.
Only when your paradise will be lost.