Linamerla: Tri campeón

Eres mi presente serás mi futuro y eres lo mejor que me ha pasado.

"Jesus of suburbia" - Green day

Part I: Jesus of suburbia

I'm the son of rage and love the Jesus of suburbia
From the bible of none of the above on a steady diet of
Soda pop and Ritalin, no one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell at least the ones I got away with

And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me

Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix
The living room on my private womb
While the moms and brats are away

To fall in love, we fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes
And Mary Jane to keep me insane
Doing someone else's cocaine

And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me

Part II: City of the Damned

At the centre of the Earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 were I was taught
The motto was just a lie

It says home is where your heart is
But what a shame'
Cause everyone's heart
Doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time

City of the dead at the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn't say much but it only confirmed that
The centre of the earth is the end of the world
And I could really care less

City of the dead at the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

Part III: I Don't Care

I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care

I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care

I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care

I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care
I don't care

Everyone is so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave

We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and disciples of
The Jesus of Suburbia

Land of make believe
And it don't believe in me
Land of make believe
I don't believe in me

I don't care!
I don't care!
I don't care!
I don't care!
I don't care!

Part IV: Dearly Beloved

Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure

Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word and that's my best excuse

Part V: Tales of Another Broken Home

To live and not to breathe is to die in tragedy
To run, to run away, to fight what you believe
And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this, this town that don't exist

So I run, I run away to the lights of masochists
And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
And I walk this line a million and one fucking times
But not this time

I don't feel any shame, I won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere we can go
Running away from pain
When you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home

You're leaving
You're leaving
You're leaving
Ah you're leaving home

"Mis palabras" - Cuentos Borgeanos

NUESTRA CANCIÓN

Tenías algo que decir;
algún secreto que querías compartir,
sabé que yo estaré esperándote

como un espejo inspirador,
como un espejo que refleja tu interior,
me mostrarás tus ojos para ver.

No hay contradicción,
vivir es perecer
pero tambiénes parte del encanto.
Algo te daré
al menos mi canción,
al menos mis palabras,
mis palabras.

Y en algo te pareces a mí
y en algo me parezco a vos,
somos gotas que reclaman sed.

No hay contradicción,
vivir es perecer
pero también es parte del encanto.
Algo te daré
al menos mi canción,
al menos mis palabras,
mis palabras.

No hay contradicción,
vivir es perecer
pero también es parte del encanto.
Algo te daré
al menos mi canción,
al menos mis palabras,
mis palabras.

Linamerla

domingo, 12 de octubre de 2008

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