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- Listen To Her Heart - Tom Petty - Lavender - Marillion - Kayleigh - Marillion 
Abuelos inmigrantes. Infancia heavy. Síntomas que aún perduran. Siempre rozando la locura. Siempre supe que el amor todo lo cura. Salió animal, única, lúdica, musical y pensante. Vivo la vida a cada instante. Dicen que soy rara. Me gusta estar sola. Soy como un grano de arena Soy lo que parió mi vieja. Soy lo que yo inventé. Soy cada lágrima que derramé. Me ensucio en esta , como si fuera lodo. Lo pruebo, le doy, y si falla, me jodo. Voy siempre fiel a mi destino, codo a codo. Me lleva el norte, el norte es mío. Lo imprimo cada mañana, es mi desafío. Y entonces conspiro y suspiro. Y cuando llega la noche. Miro la luna y sonrío. Cada vez que me muero de pena, cierro los ojos. Conozco el camino de vuelta al mar. 
Perdonen, pero el optimismo ya no me sostiene. Hago lo que puedo, pero no es suficiente. Aunque intente no entiendo al resto de la gente. ¿Qué más da? Si igual no me entiendo a mí. Vivo en conflicto y no sé a dónde ir. Si no me hace reír prefiero no seguir. Si no me vibra el corazón prefiero huir. No encuentro la respuesta, o no recuerdo la pregunta. Quiero claridad, pero solo encuentro penumbra. Pero el dolor alumbra y mis cicatrices brillaran con cada mirada que amor le apunta. Reina y señora del caos que me habita. A veces tirana a veces proscrita. 
Quiero regresar solo a besarla. No está mal temer que el río sangre y calme al contarle mis plegarias. Mamá sabe bien. Pequeña princesa. Cuando regresé, todo quemaba. No está mal sumergirme, otra vez. Ni temer que el río sangre y calme.  |
It's you that decides, which way you will turn while feeling that our love's not your concern. No one around you will carry the blame for you. No one around you will love you today and throw it all away. Tomorrow when you rise... Another day for you to realise me. Or send me down again. As the days stand up on end you've got me wondering how I lost your friendship. Though I'm beside you, I can't carry the blame for you I may decide to get out with your blessing. Where I'll carry on guessing. How high will you leap? Will you make enough for you to reap it? Only you'll arrive at your own made end. With no one but yourself to be offended. It's you that decides. by George Harrison 
I started to skip lunch. Stopped eating cake on birthdays. Bought a new prescription to try and stay calm. There's always something missing. There's always something in the mirror that I think looks wrong. When pretty isn't pretty enough, what do you do? And everybody's keeping it up, so you think it's you. I could change up my body and change up my face. I could try every lipstick in every shade. But I'd always feel the same. Because pretty isn't pretty enough anyway. You fix the things you hated, and you'd still feel so insecure. And I try to ignore it, but it's everything I see. It's on the poster on the wall, it's in the shitty magazines. It's in my phone, it's in my head, it's in the boys I bring to bed. It's all around, it's all the time, I don't know why I even try. And I bought all the clothes that they told me to buy. I chased some dumb ideal my whole fucking life. None of it matters, none of it ends. You just feel like shit over and over again. 
Take your silver spoon, dig your grave. Heartless challenge. Pick your path and I'll pray. Wake up in the morning. See your sunrise, loves to go down. Lousy lovers pick their prey. But they never cry out loud. Did she make you cry? Make you break down? Shatter your illusions of love? Is it over now? Do you know how? Pick up the pieces and go home. by Fleetwood Mac
Wouldn't you love to love her? Takes to the sky like a bird in flight. Who will be her lover? She is like a cat in the dark. Then she is to darkness. She rules her life like a fine skylark. When the sky is starless You've never seen woman taken by the wind. Dreams unwind, love is a state of mind. by Fleetwood Mac 
Que no me duerma en el vino Que no me pierda en el camino En el abrazo de la gente que Tiene el corazón frío Que no me pierda en la bruma Que no me duerma en el ruido Que no me encuentre confundido En el canto del que adula y que Sólo juega conmigo Que no me pierda En el aplauso indiferente De esa gente que aparenta conmigo Que no me pierda En un mundo que no entiende Que ha vendido ya su alma y sentido Que no me pierda en la tarde Que no me duerma vencido Que no me pierda en el aire Cansado de respirar Que no me pierda en la sombra Que no me duerma en el brillo Que no me pierda en el cariño Del que jura que calcula y que Nunca ha sido mi amigo Que no me pierda en la duda Que no me duerma rendido Que no me pierda convencido En el llanto del que miente y que ya Empeñó su destino 
To get away and try to find Somewhere to go, to run She saw the world through open eyes And never let a soul inside Don't come too close, so close Baby thinks she's smart, but what about her heart? Like a wild bird of prey, like a thief in the night You can take what you want, and you don't think twice Cause the world's in your hands, you got all you want And you won't change a thing, you're the lucky one Her soul was strong, her heart was tough And when she felt she had enough She tore herself away Love in the dark is all you see Get what you want, not what you need You look the other way Never letting on to what it's all become by Laura Branigan |
Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto. Me dio dos luceros que, cuando los abro, perfecto distingo lo negro del blanco; en el alto cielo su fondo estrellado; y en las multitudes, el hombre que yo amo. 
I am doll arms, big veins, dog bait. Yeah, they really want you They really want you, they really do I want to be the girl with the most cake I love it so much, it just turns to hate I fake it so real, I am beyond fake And someday you will ache like I ache I am doll parts, bad skin, doll heart. It's stands for knife. For the rest of my life 
She likes the theater and never comes late She never bothers with people she'd hate Doesn't like crap games with barons or earls Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls That's why the lady is a tramp She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair Life without care She's broke, and it's ok That's why the lady is a tramp by Frank Sinatra 
Tantas encrucijadas quedan atrás. Todos los altibajos de la marea. Todos los sarampiones que ya pasé. 
Para decidir si sigo poniendo este sangre en tierra.  |
Que vuela al ras No tiene inocencia Ya la dejó de usar Ella vino a buscar Nada más que a encontrar Su amor Y es increíble cómo maneja su plenitud Ella está sola En alas de papel Y atraviesa la espesura Ahora está sola En la multitud Y está escuchando Johnny B. Goode Ella vino a buscar Nada más que a encontrar Su amor Y es increíble cómo maneja su plenitud 
Sometimes when I'm mad, there's a part of me that seems to be a little sad. 
Some people like it. Others tend to go wild. You hear her voice everywhere and with no trace of hesitation, she keeps going. Head over heels, breaking her way, setting the pace. Pushing through unknown jungles every day. She's a girl with a taste for the world. Running the gauntlet in a whirl of lace. She's extreme, if you know what I mean. 
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He was walking along the road I asked him, "Tell me, where are you going?" He said, "I'm going down to Yasgur's Farm Gonna join in a rock 'n' roll band Got to get back to the land Set my soul free" Well, then can I walk beside you? I have come to lose the smog I feel myself a cog. In something turning. Maybe it's the time of year. Maybe it's the time of man. I don't know who I am. But life is for learning By the time we got to Woodstock We were half a million strong And everywhere was a song And a celebration And I dreamed I saw the bomber jet planes Riding shotgun in the sky Turning into butterflies We are stardust, we are golden We are billion-year-old carbon We are caught in the devil's bargain We've got to get ourselves Back to the garden by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young 
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Sometimes she saw her real face. Sometimes a stranger at her place. Even the greatest stars discover themselves in the looking glass. Even the greatest stars find their face in the looking glass. She fell in love with the image of herself and suddenly the picture was distorted. Even the greatest stars dislike themselves in the looking glass. She made up the person she wanted to be and changed into a new personality. The artist is living in the mirror with the echoes of himself. Even the greatest stars change themselves in the looking glass. Even the greatest stars live their lives in the looking glass. Even the greatest stars fix their face in the looking glass. |
Think that I know better, as I get a little older. Think I learned my lesson, because now I'm feeling empty. And you say: "Why do you talk to yourself like that?" I say: "I don't know why." You say all of these things are just in my mind. You said I harp on you too much. So you put a sweatshirt on because you gave up. Watch TV, still in your makeup. You stayed in it until you waked up. And you wiped it off when we made up. I wanna love my body like you love my body. I wanna look in the mirror and tell it that it's beautiful, like you do. And I don't see what you see, but I want to. |
It's been my best kept secret for a while now. No one ever sees it but it's all around. It's the dinner conversation no one talks about. Don't know how much longer I can keep this down. Beauty is a knife I've been holding by the blade. Swallowing my pride so I won't eat anything. Honestly it's eating me alive. Did you change your hair? Did you lose a bit of weight? You should keep it up cause it really looks great. I wish I could break the mirror that makes me feel like I should fucking disappear. And drown my demons in a bathtub filled with tears. No matter what I try they always seem to come back to life What if I didn't do this to my body? What if I quit, and then you don't want me? |