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jueves, 20 de agosto de 2009
Peace
Peace will come to me
I'm leaving bitterness behind
This time I'm cleaning up my mind
There is no space for the regrets
I will remember to forget
Just look at me
I am walking love incarnate
Look at the frequencies of which I vibrate
I'm going to light up the world
Peace will come to me
I'm leaving anger in the past
With all the shadows that it cast
There is radar in my heart
I should have trusted from the start
Just look at me
I am a living act of holiness
Giving all the positive virtues that I possess
I'm going to light up the world
Peace will come to me
Just wait and see
Peace will come to me
It's meant to be
Peace will come to me
Just wait and see
Peace will come to me
It's inevitability
martes, 8 de julio de 2008
Morcheeba. Enjoy the ride
Shut the gates at sunset
After that you can't get out
You can see the bigger picture
Find out what it's all about
You're open to the skyline
You won't want to go back home
In a garden full of angels
You will never be alone
But oh the road is long
The stones
That you are walking on
Have gone
With the moonlight to guide you
Feel the joy of being alive
The day that you stop running
Is the day that you arrive
And the night
That you got locked in
Was the time to decide
Stop chasing shadows
Just enjoy the ride
If you close the door
To your house
Don't let anybody in
It's a room
That's full of nothing
All that underneath your skin
Face against the window
You can't watch it
Fade to grey
And you'll never
Catch the fickle wind
If you choose to stay
But oh the road is long
The stones
That you are walking on
Have gone
With the moonlight to guide you
Feel the joy of being alive
The day that you stop running
Is the day that you arrive
And the night
That you got locked in
Was the time to decide
Stop chasing shadows
Just enjoy the ride
And the night
That you got locked in
Was the time to decide
Stop chasing shadows
Just enjoy the ride
Stop chasing shadows
Just enjoy the ride
domingo, 6 de julio de 2008
Gwyneth Paltrow. Bette Davis eyes
Buscar la belleza es lo único que se mantiene válido en este mundo.
Cuando escuchas una voz,
y esa voz te convence de que harías cualquier cosa por oirla siempre
a tu lado.
Cuando una voz te hace imaginar un mundo,
y ese mundo es todo,
y ese mundo es perfecto,
y ahí no puede haber guerra,
ni pobreza,
sólo dulzura
y perfecto olvido,
recuerdas que en algún sitio,
escondido,
está aquello con lo que sueñas en la noche
y que, aunque siempre se te escapa en el segundo que reconoces
que despiertas a la realidad,
sabes que lo reconocerás.
Y ese momento
(aunque sea sólo el instante más pequeño),
habrás encontrado la felicidad
viernes, 22 de febrero de 2008
Mass destruction -Faithless- Lyrics worth considering
(Whether long range weapon or suicide bomber
Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether you're soar away sun or BBC 1
Misinformation is a weapon of mass destruc
You could a Caucasian or a poor Asian
Racism is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether inflation or globalization
Fear is a weapon of mass destruction)
My dad came into my room holding his hat
I knew he was leaving,
he sat on my bed told me some facts, son.
I have a duty, calling on me
You and your sister be brave my little soldier
And don't forget all I told ya
Your the mister of the house now remember this
And when you wake up in the morning give ya momma a kiss
Then I had to say goodbye
In the morning woke momma with a kiss on each eyelid,
Even though I'm only a kid
Certain things can't be hid
Momma grabbed me
Held me like I was made of gold
But left her inner stories untold
I said, momma it will be alright
When daddy comes home, tonight
[CHORUS]
Whether long range weapon or suicide bomber
Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether you're soar away sun or BBC 1
Misinformation is a weapon of mass destruc
You could a Caucasian or a poor Asian
Racism is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether inflation or globalization
Fear is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether Halliburton or Enron or anyone
Greed is a weapon of mass destruction
We need to find courage, overcome
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
The skin under my chin
is exploding, again.
I'm getting stress from some other children.
I'm holding it in, we taking sides, like a politian
an if I get friction we get to fightin.
I defend my dad he's the best of all men
an whatever he's doin he's doin the right thing.
Its frightenin but it makes me mad, why do all
of these people seem to hate my dad?
an if that ain't enough, now I've got these spots.
I go to sleep every night with my stomach in knots.
and whats more I can hear Mama next door
explore the radio for reports of war.
and all we ever seem to do is hide the tears,
seems Daddy been gone for years.
But he was right, now I'm geared up for the fight
an he would be proud of me if Daddy came home tonight.
[CHORUS]
My story stops here, lets be clear
This scenario is happening everywhere
And you ain't going to nirvana or farvana
You're coming right back here to live out your karma
With even more drama than previously, seriously
Just how many centuries have we been
waiting for someone else to make us free
And we refuse to see
That people overseas suffer just like we
Bad leadership and ego's unfettered and free
Who feed on the people they're supposed to lead
I don't need good people to pray and wait
For the lord to make it all straight
There's only now, do it right.
Cos I don't want your daddy, leaving home tonight
[CHORUS]
miércoles, 30 de enero de 2008
My youngest son came home
La versión de Dña. Eileen O'Donovan y su dulce voz de Cork. Aunque esta canción de Eric Bogle la hizo famosa Mary Black, las versiones son numerosas, entre ellas la más relevante (y poco conocida) de REM, en un concierto plasmado en una grabación pirata que juraré no haber oido nunca. Mr. Stipe, tras condenar la guerra del Golfo, canta igualmente esta canción con el sentimiento y voz rota propia del padre que da la bienvenida al cadáver de su hijo menor, muerto en la guerra: "mi hijo más joven ha vuelto hoy a casa, y esta vez, es para quedarse".
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