Lyrics Reborned [Letras Del Alma....]

[Lobo Gris]

Buenas...

Otra vez! A poner letras de canciones pero esta vez tienen que aclarar porque esa letra...que se yo por ahi significo algo para ustedes, fue algo que les paso...quien sabe...

BLUE MONDAY

New Order

How does it feel
To treat me like you do
When you’ve laid your hands upon me
And told me who you are

I thought I was mistaken
I thought I heard your words
Tell me how do I feel
Tell me now how do I feel

Those who came before me
Lived through their vocations
From the past until completion
They will turn away no more

And I still find it so hard
To say what I need to say
But I’m quite sure that you’ll tell me
Just how I should feel today

I see a ship in the harbor
I can and shall obey
But if it wasn’t for your misfortunes
I’d be a heavenly person today

And I thought I was mistaken
And I thought I heard you speak
Tell me how do I feel
Tell me now how should I feel

Now I stand here waiting

I thought I told you to leave me
While I walked down to the beach
Tell me how does it feel
When your heart grows cold
(grows cold, grows cold, grows cold)

Canción realmente impresionante....debe ser una de las mejores que escuche en mi vida...

BLASPHEMOUS RUMOURS
Depeche Mode

Girl of sixteen, whole life ahead of her
Slashed her wrists, bored with life
Didn’t succeed, thank the lord
For small mercies

Fighting back the tears, mother reads the note again
Sixteen candles burn in her mind
She takes the blame, it’s always the same
She goes down on her knees and prays

I don’t want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that god’s got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find him laughing

Girl of eighteen, fell in love with everything
Found new life in jesus christ
Hit by a car, ended up
On a life support machine

Summer’s day, as she passed away
Birds were singing in the summer sky
Then came the rain, and once again
A tear fell from her mother’s eye

I don’t want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that god’s got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find him laughing

Tiene la posta....

[Gr0sin]

??? q es esto??? se lo pueden explicar a mi diminuto y casi inexistente cerebro

[Lobo Gris]

??? q es esto??? se lo pueden explicar a mi diminuto y casi inexistente cerebro

Posteas las letras de canciones que te gustan o significaron algo para vos...

[Otiluke]

Es vastante obvia la letra q voy a poner.

La dicha no es una cosa alegre
(Beilinson - Solari)

Una rumbita se armó
una fea carajada
incombustible no sos
cómo bancás ése infierno?
soñás la hoguera donde siempre sos la leña

Cuanto tiempo más vas a estar
esclavizado así, refugiado en tu soledad
Estás hundido a fondo
a fondo...

Estás tomando de más
y estás tolerando todo
lastimás tu corazón
por que ella te ha abandonado
Quedaste mordiendo el aire
solo y sin dolor.

Cuanto tiempo más vas a estar
esclavizado así, refugiado en tu soledad?
con tu tortura de TV
siempre así!

La mujercita que amás
ésa suave flor judoca
la vá de maga zulú
y combina tus venenos
haciéndose la ingeniosa, odiosa, siempre fiel.

Cuanto tiempo más vas a estar
esclavizado así, refugiado en tu soledad?
Estás hundido a fondo
a fondo...

Mientras la vida se va
ay! mientras la vida pasa
sin darte cuenta, ahí estás
con tu cara de colgado
Tu ángel guardián es, de todos
el más tonto que hay.

Cuanto tiempo más vas a estar
esclavizado así, refugiado en tu soledad?
con tu tortura de TV
siempre así!

Tenés la mejor mano
para sellar tus labios.

(es por una "amiga" )

Saludos
Hernán

[nitro!]

bien ahi.
para seguir con los redondos:

Nuestro amo juega al esclavo
Patricio Rey y sus Redonditos de ricota.


Mucha tropa riendo en las calles
con sus muecas rotas cromadas
y por las carreteras valladas
escuchás caer tus lágrimas

Nuestro amo juega al esclavo
de esta tierra que es una herida
que se abre todos los días
a pura muerte, a todo gramo.
-Violencia es mentir-

Formidables guerreros en jeeps
los titanes del orden viril
¿Qué botines esperan ganar?
si nunca un perro mira al cielo.

Si hace falta hundir la nariz en el plato
lo vamos a hacer, por los tipos que huelen a tigre
tan soberbios y despiadados
-Violencia es mentir-.

violencia es mentir y esta todo dicho carajo.

(ni una bengala, ni el rock & roll... a nuestros pibes los mato la corrupcion)

[nitro!]

y si de letras se trata, el segundo mejor tema de la historia, por la banda mas grande del universo.

Stairway To Heaven
Led - Zeppelin

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.

Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.

And she's buying a stairway to heaven.

[nitro!]

y despues del segundo mejor tema de la historia... me veo obligado a poner el primero.

Bohemian Rhapsody
Queen
Is this the real life-
Is this just fantasy-
Caught in a landslide-
No escape from reality-
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see-
I’m just a poor boy,i need no sympathy-
Because I’m easy come,easy go,
A little high,little low,
Anyway the wind blows,doesn’t really matter to me,
To me

Mama,just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger,now he’s dead,
Mama,life had just begun,
But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away-
Mama ooo,
Didn’t mean to make you cry-
If I’m not back again this time tomorrow-
Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters-

Too late,my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine-
Body’s aching all the time,
Goodbye everybody-I’ve got to go-
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-
Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)
I don’t want to die,
I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all-

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango-
Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me-
Galileo,galileo,
Galileo galileo
Galileo figaro-magnifico-
But I’m just a poor boy and nobody loves me-
He’s just a poor boy from a poor family-
Spare him his life from this monstrosity-
Easy come easy go-,will you let me go-
Bismillah! no-,we will not let you go-let him go-
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go let me go
No,no,no,no,no,no,no-
Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go-
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me-

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-
So you think you can love me and leave me to die-
Oh baby-can’t do this to me baby-
Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-

Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me,

Any way the wind blows....

[Gr0sin]

el mio no me lo puedo olvidar...en la noche de despedida de mi amigo coco

Somos los piratas
Los autenticos decadentes

En días de la semana
en horas calculadas
izamos la bandera
un grupo de piratas
Llamadas misteriosas
encuentros clandestinos
hoteles alejados
lugares sin testigos

Nos sacamos el anillo carcelero
y vivimos una noche de soltero...

Somos los piratas
nos gusta la aventura
las noches de bailanta

Somos los piratas
toda una vida fiel
al gato y a las trampas

Un viaje de negocios
reuniones de trabajo
problemas con el auto
rebusques del pirata

Patines y levantes
programas todo el día
una agenda secreta
con una doble vida

No tenemos vacaciones ni feriados
el gremio del pirata es muy sacrificado

[ALMA]

Yo pongo una. No se como se llama... pero me gusta.

Creo que se llama Oversoul... pero no estoy seguro

En el espejo se refleja un perfil
al verte ahi mi corazon se entritese, y rompe
tu eres algo inalcanzable para mi
y en mi dolor repetire tu nombre

Deseos que imagine
los sueños que forje
se quedaràn, ahi en mi corazón
parablas que pensé
jamás te las diré
no hay ilusión (no hay ilusión)
hoy lo sé (hoy lo sé)
sufriré (sufriré)

Mi dolor superaré
la vida seguirá
atrás no volveré
empezaré de nuevo a vivir
La tristeza olvidaré
mi corazón jamás daré
YA ESTOY DECIDIDO

No me pregunten nada T_T

[Redis]

Blame Canada


Times have changed
Our kids are getting worse
They won't obey their parents
They just want to fart and curse!


Should we blame the government?
Or blame society?
Or should we blame the images on TV?


NO!
Blame Canada!
Blame Canada!
With all their beady little eyes and flapping heads so full of lies!
Blame Canada!
Blame Canada!
We need to form a full assault!
It's Canada's fault!


Don't blame me for my son, Stan.
He saw the darn cartoon and now he's off to join the Klan.


And my boy, Eric, once had my picture on his shelf.
But now when I see him he tells me to fuck myself.


WELL...
Blame Canada!
Blame Canada!
It seems that everything's gone wrong since Canada came along.
Blame Canada!
Blame Canada!
They're not even a real country anway.


My son could have been a doctor or a lawyer, it's true.
Instead he burned up like a piggy on a barbecue.
Should we blame the matches?
Should we blame the fire?
Or the doctors who allowed him to expire?


HECK NO!
Blame Canada!
Blame Canada!
With all their hockey-hullabaloo,
And that bitch Anne Murray too,
Blame Canada!
Shame on Canada, foooor...
The smut we must cut,
The trash we must bash,
The laughter and fun must all be undone!
We must blame them and cause a fuss before somebody thinks of blaming uuuuuuuuuuus!