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Name: vylia
From: Colombia
Location: San Carlos de Bariloche, Rio Negro, Argentina
About me: Someone called me the jellyfish of sand... maybe it's the plain truth or the most attractive lie.
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Poetas malditos
Sunday, April 29, 2007,11:20 AM
30 seconds to mars - A modern myth
Did we create a modern myth?
did we imagine half of it?
would happen in a thought from now?
save yourself, save yourself
the secret is out
the secret is out

To buy the truth and sell a lie
the last mistake before you die
so don't forget to breathe tonight
tonight's the last so say goodbye

The secret is out
the secret is out
the secret is out
the secret is out

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye,
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye,
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye,
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye,
goodbye
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Saturday, April 21, 2007,12:17 AM
The Delgados - Coming in from the cold
Step inside
a better dream job you could never find
a set of keys and bottles heaven wide
find yourself a seat and settle in for the ride

Raise your glass
we’re going to drink now till the summer’s past
so bring the hats out we all need a laugh
and let the neighbours talk then make sure you lose them
we can

Try for the right kind of life
I only wish that you’d had a chance to decide
have a look around you there’s no-one there
how can you call this fair

Not to blame
no-one’s telling you you’re not to blame
things around they just don’t feel the same
and I don’t recognise this person that still remains

Settle down
I really hope that you can settle down
take your tent and trailer out of town
we’ll find a place to roam where you could escape to
we can

Try for the right kind of life
I only wish that you’d had a chance to decide
have a look around you there’s no-one there
how can you call this

Everybody’s waiting for the big surprise
but nobody will notice when it does arrive
so send it on

Try for the right kind of life
I only wish that you’d had a chance to decide
have a look around you there’s no-one there
how can you call this fair

We’re coming in from the cold
and everybody’s searching for someone to hold
have a look around you there’s no-one there
how can you call this fair

(Fotografía: Danny, bajista de Jerarquía)
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Friday, April 06, 2007,11:37 PM
David Bowie - Five years

Pushing thru the market square,
so many mothers sighing
news had just come over,
we had five years left to cry in
news guy wept and told us,
earth was really dying
cried so much his face was wet,
then I knew he was not lying

I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys electric irons and T.V.'s
my brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
and all the fat-skinny people,
and all the tall-short people
and all the nobody people,
and all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people

A girl my age went off her head,
hit some tiny children
if the black hadn't a-pulled her off,
I think she would have killed them
a soldier with a broken arm,
fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
a cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest,
and a queer threw up at the sight of that

I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour,
drinking milk shakes cold and long
smiling and waving and looking so fine,
don't think you knew you were in this song

And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
and I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk

We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
five years, what a surprise
we've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
five years, that's all we've got
we've got five years, what a surprise
five years, stuck on my eyes
we've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
five years, that's all we've got
we've got five years, stuck on my eyes
five years, what a surprise
we've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
five years, that's all we've got
we've got five years, what a surprise
we've got five years, stuck on my eyes
we've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
five years, that's all we've got
five years
five years
five years
five years

(Fotografía: Edixon, guitarrista de Jerarquía)
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Monday, April 02, 2007,2:40 PM
REM - Everybody hurts
When the day is long
and the night, the night is yours alone
when you're sure you've had enough
of this life, well hang on
don't let yourself go,
'cause everybody cries
and everybody hurts sometimes
sometimes everything is wrong
now it's time to sing along
when your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
if you feel like letting go, (hold on)
when you think you've had too much
of this life, well hang on

'Cause everybody hurts
take comfort in your friends
everybody hurts
don't throw your hand oh, no
don't throw your hand
if you feel like you're alone,
no, no, no, you are not alone

If you're on your own
in this life, the days and nights are long,
when you think you've had too much
of this life to hang on

Well, everybody hurts
sometimes, everybody cries
and everybody hurts sometimes
and everybody hurts sometimes
so, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
(everybody hurts you are not alone)

(Fotografía: David, baterista de Jerarquía)
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