to Aimee Mann, Momentum

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* * * *

sttt
sttt
sttt
mmpp
mppp
la la la la

ouhhhhhojh
for the sake of momentum
ive allowed my fuse
to get Larger than life

and its brought
me to my current agendum
when a punitive knife off firm
it has yet to arrive

i know life is getting shorter
i cant bring myself to self decieve
even when its approaching Thunder,
ive got no rutines

ouhhhhhojh
for the sake of momentum
even though i agree with that stuff
about seeZing the day

but i hate to think of effort expanded
all those minutes and hours and days
ive flirted away

i know life is getting shorter
i can bring myself to set the scene
even when its approaching Thunder,
ive got no rutines

but i cannnnn
confront the dance i have
i can admit that maybe the past was bad
soooo; forward, sake & momentum!
ive becoming a fugitive this
so it can match the pass!

but i cannnnn
confront the dates i have
i can admit that maybe the pass was bad
soooo; forward, sake & momentum!
im beggining a fugitive diss
so it can match the blast!

Boom boom raka raka

confronted the Hell on wheels, it used to be…

… is that what you asked?

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Para Mecano, Aire

Windy

Universally renowed critic Yhaliana Domela* was over-heard in a conference in California having this to say about this re-make of the already famous song:

– “hmm, hmm… on this day and age, in a world full of talented muscicians, it is very nice to hear a song that is not talking about what the artist / author is, has, had, has done, hasn´t done, did, thought the did, doesn´t remeber, wants, wants to show off, would like, has been, has been through, doesn’t want anymore, believes, knows, doesn´t know, does thinks, feels, says, or loves. Oh Well, the Last are Welcome.

Just a dead man telling his story.” and it rhymes. and you can understand all the words from hearing it, maybe except argon.

And here for your entertainment (funny how only in america most portals don’t have a culture section) is Los Macanazos, oootra banda de la Sultana del Norte! Ajhia!

Una noche de resaca, al tratar de despertar
Note que por el ombligo me empethaba a desinflar
Que mi cuerpo se arrugaba como un papel vegetal.
Que iba pasando, que curioso, al estado gaseoso.
Y tras la metamorfosis me senti mucho mejor.
Era un aire gris y oscuro, con bastante poluthion.
Se notaba en cualquier caso que era aire de ciudad,
que si bien no es el mas sano lo prefiere el ser humano.

Aire.
Soñe por un momento que era aire
Oxigeno, nitrogeno y argon
sin forma definida ni color
Fui aire, volador

Como yo soy muy conciente, hasta en esta situacion,
Decidi ser consecuente con mi nueva dimension
Y probe a ser respirado por la que duerme a mi lado
Sin entrar en pormenores, yo se hacer cosas mejores.
Como no me satisfitho la experiencia sexual
Se me inflaron los vapores, me converti en huracan.
Di unas tres o cuatro vueltas y a la quinta me canse.
“Este cuarto es muy pequeño para las cosas que sueño”

Aire.
Soñe por un momento que era aire
Oxigeno, nitrogeno y argon
sin forma definida ni color
Fui aire, volador

Y lo siento por mi novia y el cristal que me cargue
Me escape por la ventana y en picado me lance
Pero tuve mala suerte y cuando iba a remontar
Me volvi otra veth humano, no falteis al funeral.

Aire.
Soñe por un momento que era aire
Oxigeno, nitrogeno y argon
sin forma definida ni color
Fui aire, volador

*short bio: Born in Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico, from orchestral chloral composer Italian Father Giovani Rocks and Persian writer & ebanist Mother Karina Karina, at the age of 1.1 wrote-drew her first Chinese ink letter in an Indian silk paper she found on her brother’s broom.

Translation to the song “Miedo” de Caifanes

Caifanes – FEAR

Fear, is what heaven should have
it will be invaded by lovers delirious for a kiss
by exiled prophets and madmen

Fear, is what life should have
it will be faced by prisoners and lonely witches
by the spirits of judged children

Before i die, let me love you in life
until the sky falls because of us
Before i die, let me love you in life
until the sun escapes with the moon

Death, you will hug mummies made flesh by a dream
bodies made dust without justice

Before i die, let me love you in life
until the sun escapes with the moon
until the sun escapes with the moon

for Tori Amos, a Sorta Fairytale

ToreAmos  . . . fairy tailed soothswaiding
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on my way unknoenouwghn

up on the vent interior

pool back, the hood

and i was talking too, ya know.

knew then it would be

a life long final but i didnt

nodded that way.

we could break a silver lightning

and i soothswaded

like a good boom back and forth this

deeper

a sorta fairy tail with you a sorta fairy tail with you a sorta fairy tail with you
things you said backtaked

up on the one on wonder

girl come undone (?).

i tried to down plaid it with a bet all about us

He said that youd take it as long as i could

i could naughtly raise it.

and i soothswaded

like a good boon back and forth theese

deeper

a sorta fairy tail with you a sorta fairy tail with you a sorta fairy tail with you

and ill ride alongside

and i rode alongside within

and i roll alongside

till you lost me there in the open road

and i rolled along sideways

till the honey inspirated till till then

for me to break your bread

four me to take your world

ill understayed over.

we dont know, who took my bait

all i know it was an organized state

who put the hood right back where

you could taste-turn it perfectly

feel up the snow and breeze

didnt know when well be back and i,

i don’t didn’t think

weed end up lying here

and i soothswaded

like a good boom back and forth this

deeper

a sorta fairy tail with you a sorta fairy tail with you a sorta fairy tail with you

a sorta fairy tail with you a sorta fairy tail with you a sorta fairy tail with you

a sorta fairy tail with you a sorta fairy tail with you a sorta fairy tail with you

whenever i feel

El Rey

Translation to a very popular song in Mexico:

“The King”

I know quite well that i’m outside!
But the day that i die
I know youll have to cry
(cry and cry!, cry and cry!)

You will say that you never loved me,
But you will be very sad and that way you will stay.

(chorus):

With money and without money
I always do what i want
and my word is the Law!

I don’t have a throne or a queen!
And noone that understands me!
But i will always be the King!

A rock in the road
teached me, that my destiny
was to roll and roll
(roll and roll!, roll and roll!)

Afterwards a cowboy told me
that one shouldn’t be the first to arrive
but one should know how to arrive

(chorus):

With money and without money
I always do what i want
and my word is the Law!

I don’t have a throne or a queen!
And noone that understands me!
But i will always be the King!

para Soda Stereo, la Cúpula

En el sótano de un misterioso bar de la famosa metropolis, se escuchan instrumentos de presicion siendo afinados y calibrados. Una todavia Más Misterioza Banda se prepara para una tocada, su debut y despedida (el Alpha y el Omega cabrones).

El vocalista, un tipo Todavia MAS MISTERIOSO, pide una TODAVIA MAS MISTEREOSA SODA, Verde y burbujeante, sizzling, dazzeling, toma un trago, toma otro y hace gargaras, pasa su mirada por toda la concurrencia, escupe y le cae en la bota, alguien cree creer ver un poco de humo, otro una chispa, y otros mas no creen nada.

Y en un razcuacho escenario, con tan solo una cortina detrás de la Batería en donde se alcanza a leer escrito con plumón chafo, si uno pone los ojos un poquito bizcos, :

La unica canción que vamos a tocar es:
“Las Aventuras de Nososcur, Dwena, Capare, Eleonor, Amorlo, Hugue, Tantacam! y Yoconos, la Kocinera”

Umm !!

Yoconos coce,
Lugar donde reinvientan lasers, trellas.

Yoconos cuela,
Escalera en espiral, haciala, cupula.

– “Los Rayos!”
– “Equis, no penetran”
– “Nososcur, nos vidrios”
– “Dwena, limousine!”

Temes Capare?
Temes Capare?

Los Guardianes pierden.
Eleonor, mientras desfila,
no hay tanto fraude a nuestro alrededor
Comprenderás

Es Amorlo que Sangra!
Desde el Cielo! en la Cupula!
Es Amorlo que Sangra!
Sobre el Techo! en la Cupula!

Yoconos cuece
Lugar donde todos se la comen, eah!
Yoconos cuela
Salida de emergencia que no salvara.

Hugue, tú, nombren las paredes!
Si secas peras no podre dormir!

Temes Capare?
Temes Capare?

Los Guardianes pierden.

Eleonor, aprovechemos !
Hay Tantacam a nuestro alrededor !!
pues ¿Que Hacer? 🙂

Es Amorlo que Sangra!
Desde el Cielo! en la Cupula!
Es Amorlo que Sangra!
Sobre el Techo! en la Cupula!

uo, uough,

yieigh

yeigh

hugh!

– “Los Rayos!”
– “Equis, no penetran”
– “Nososcur, nos vidrios”
– “Dwena, limousine!”

Temes Capare?
Temes Capare?

Los Guardianes pierden.
Eleonor, mientras desfila,
no hay tanto fraude a nuestro alrededor
¿Protegeran?

Es Amorlo que Sangra!
Desde el Cielo! en la Cupula!
Es Amorlo que Sangra!
Sobre el Techo! en la Cupula!

Cupula!

Cupula!

Es Amorlo que Sangra!

Cupula!

Cupula!

Cupula!

Es Amorlo que Sangra!

Cupula!

Cupula!

no hieh hieh

iuhh

e!

jiu ho!

for Guns n’ Roses, Nightrain

tssss tssss tssss tssss

loaded like a freight train
lying like an aero plain
speeding like a space grain
one more time tonight

look out!
well im a west coast struddn
one fast mother cloaker
rattlesnake soothe case under my arm
said im a bean machine
been drinking gasoline
and honey you can make my moutor rumm

well i got one chance left
in another track
i gotta a doggy bag and a smile
i got my paliacate with a batch to go
i smoke my cigarretes with style
n i can nail your honey
you can’t make my money tonight

grrr!

wake up late
Honi put on your clothes
and get your credit card to the liqour store
well thats one for you
and too for me

but tonight
ive been loaded like a freight train
lying like an aeroplane
feeling like a space lane
one more time tonight

im on the night rain
bottoms up
im on the night rain
fill my cup
im on the night rain
ready to crash and learn
i never burn
i under night rain
i love that stuff
i hunger night rain
and i cant ever get enough
i hunger nitrate
Never to return, oh no!

Loaded like the Great Train
Flying like Antelope Elain
Skidding like the Space Brain
one more time tonight
i wanna night rain
rave, im looking for some
im under night rain
sauce! i cant leave this song
im under night rain
and im ready to crash and leaooorrrrnnnnnnn

night rain
buttons off
im under night rain
bill my cup
im under night rain
a a a aaaaaaah uoh yeah
i hunger night rain
love that stuff
oa im under night rain
and i will never get enough
riding the night rain
eye guessed eye
i guess i guess i guess ill never burn

i hunger nitrate
love that stuff
i hunger night rain
Riding the night rain
Never to return, naaaaahhhhho!

im under nitrate
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This has got to be the the greatest band in the United States history. and I heard theyre coming to Monterrey soon.

And the artist that thid dis is my hero. Robert Williams.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Williams_(artist)

for Chris Isaak, Wicked Game

Blue worlds on fire,
and no one can save my butt.
you.

Strange word: desire,
& what makes finnish people
do.

I never dreamed that i knew somebody like you.
& I’ll never dream that i knew somebody like you.

No ayyy wanna falling lobe,
(somi somi wari wari onaw)
no hayyy, wanna falling lobe,
(zombi zombi dereoana bafar)
with you.

with you.
(asumi sumi wanalabolai)

What a wicked game to play,
to make me feed this way.

What a wicked thing to do,
to let me drink off you.

What a wicked thing to say,
you’ve never felt this way.

What a wicked thing to doiho,
to make me dream off you.

and ayyy wanna falling lobe,
(somi somi mala walaw)
no hayyy, wanna falling lobe,
(zombi zombi wala wala waloi)
with you.

More worlds on fire,
and no one can save mi butt.
you.

Strange word: desire,
what makes finnish people
do.

I’ll never dream that i loved somebody like you,
I never dream that i knew somebody like you.

No ayyy wanna falling lobe,
(somi somi wara wara walo)
no hayyy, wanna falling lobe,
(zombi zombi but i like it baloo)
with you.
(zombi zombi marlabaloooi)

with you.
(zombi zombi warla bala balai)

No haaaaaaaaaayyyy.
(zombi zombi bala bala baloo)
(zombi zombi but i like it like that)

Know body now’s no one.

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i don’t know if he has come to Monterrey.

snow_penis.jpg

The orinignal foto that inspired this song was from finland, but now i can’t find it so im placing this one as replacement. it was taken from:

http://www.suchmaschinentricks.de/forum/
bestfoto.net/data/ media/8/snow_penis.jpg