Bitch, I'm going to the beach.



I don't wanna be old and feel afraid, and if I need anything at all. I need a place that's hidden in the deep, where lonely angels sing you to your sleep; the modern world is broken. I need a place where I can make my bed, a lover's lap where I can lay my head; 'cos now the room is spinning, the day's beginning.
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Hasta el primero de febrero esto queda cerrado por fucking vacaciones. Seh, nos vemos a la vuelta !

Just need to get closer.



Hails to the chancers, as boredom kills like cancer; we need dreams for the romancers and I'm looking to you. Well, the life's so lonely, I need my one and only; if you know love, come on and show me, now I'm looking to you. So come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer; my resistance is low. Come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer; I'm not letting you go. Had love and I set it free, but it never came back to me; now the skies have gone ugly from Bolton to rugby, as I'm looking for you. Now come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer; my resistance is low. Don't pay mind to them, you're most beautiful when you don't bother, so just let it go.

This Month, Day 10.



Gracias a todos por los mensajes, los llamados, las cartitas, los regalos y todas esas cosas, a pesar de que mi celular no sirva ni para responder un mísero "gracias". Y a ustedes, muchas gracias por recibir mi casi mayoría de edad conmigo y demás (? jaja. Las quiero mucho ♥

How long must I wait?



Tonight I'll dream a boy called home, and wake up in tears all on my own, with the sun coming up and my head against stone, balcony dressed and drawn. Tonight I'll dream a room so far away, frost pale blue, the colour of a perfect day; and then screw up my face in the mirror, as I wait for the others to call. But if I don't believe in magic, and I don't believe in blood, and I don't believe in miracles, and I don't believe in love; then how come I believe it seems in a boy called home and a world called dreams?

Holding hands by New Year's Eve.



Speak, don't talk about it; speak, don't want to know all about it. Arguing with you's no good; well you'll be nobody's fool, but you almost speak. Don't talk about it, don't talk about the 32nd of December, that's the night I'm trying so hard to forget. All you do is you come round and then, well I remember, remember what I try, that I, what I. Speak, don't talk about it; speak, don't want to know all about it. Anybody want tea? Did anybody, thank you, ah fuck me! But don't speak and don't talk about it; don't you talk about the 32nd of December, that's the night I'm trying so hard to forget. All you do is you phone, then I, I remember, remember what I try, that I, what I. Speak, don't wanna to talk about it. Well it was you, not I, who was such a stickler for manners. So don't you say goodbye, no, to your good old friend. Ah, goodbye, goodbye; goodbye, goodbye.
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Nada mejor para empezar el año que un tema tan bueno como este jaja
Felicidades para todos. Que sea un año mejor que el anterior y que todos esos deseos que resurgen a fin de año se cumplan :) ¡Feliz 2009! y el culo les llueve... ehm, ah no, feliz 2009.

It's just like she's in another world.



Her green plastic watering can for her fake Chinese rubber plant, in the fake plastic earth that she bought from a rubber man in a town full of rubber plans to get rid of itself. It wears her out, it wears her out; it wears her out, it wears her out. She lives with a broken man, a cracked polystyrene man who just crumbles and burns. He used to do surgery for girls in the eighties, but gravity always wins. And it wears him out, it wears him out; it wears him out, it wears. He looks like the real thing, he tastes like the real thing; my fake plastic love. But I can't help the feeling, I could blow through the ceiling if I just turn and run. And it wears me out, it wears me out; it wears me out, it wears me out. And if I could be who you wanted, if I could be who you wanted, all the time, all the time.

All I want for Christmas is you.



Santa is coming tonight and I want a car, and I want a life, and I want a first class trip to Hawaii. I want a lifetime supply of skittles & slurpees and Eskimo pies. I want a DVD, a big screen TV; just bring me things that I don't need. 'Cuz now it's Christmas and I want everything, I just can't wait. Christmas, so don't stop spending; I want a million gifts, that's right. Don't forget my Christmas list tonight. 'Cuz now it's Christmas, somebody take me away or give me a time machine to take me straight to midnight; I'll be alright. I want a boy in my bed who knows what to do, a PlayStation 2; I want a shopping spree in New York City. Just bring me things that I don't need.


¡ Feliz navidad para todos !

So many words that I, that I can never find.



Every day I wake up and it's Sunday, whatever's in my head won't go away; the radio is playing all the usual, what's a wonderwall anyway? Because my inside is outside, my right side's on the left side. 'Cause I'm writing to reach you now, but I might never reach you; only want to teach you about you, but that's not you. It's good to know that you are home for Christmas, it's good to know that you are doing well; it's good to know that you all know I'm hurting, it's good to know I'm feeling not so well. Because my inside is outside, my right side's on the left side. 'Cause I'm writing to reach you now, but I might never reach you; only want to teach you about you, but that's not you.

One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.



So no of course we can't be friends, not while I still feel like this. I guess I always knew the score, this is where our story ends. I want to ask where I went wrong, but don't say anything at all. It took a cup of coffee to prove that you don't love me.
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(seh, los dejo con el tema más bajón de la vida)

Why does it always rain on me?



Yes, I like stormy weather from my window. You ain't, yeah, you ain't so clever; you got it all made up. But it feels like love, love, love; oh yes, it feels like touch, touch, touch. I sit around to pass the time, I try to get it off my mind; and I live in a world, oh, so small, that I can't get around at all. And it feels like love, love, love; oh yes, it feels like touch, touch, touch. What did I say? What did I say? What did I say? Oh, I didn't mean it. What did I do, or take of you? Oh, I didn't mean it. Oh, oh, I didn't mean it! I'm not saying it's all made up, it's people there to comb your hair; and I'll think out another song won't kill that, so beautiful.

I'm not saying it was your fault.


She seems to think, she seems too weak; she takes a week to get over it. She likes the sea, she likes to see; she likes to think she has all of it. She likes the sound, she likes the sand; she likes to stand, she can't afford to sit. She likes to be, she likes to be; she's into guilt, guilt, guilt.

The joke is on you, this place is a zoo.



This house is a circus, berserk as fuck, we tend to see that as a perk though. Look, what it's done to your friends, their memories are pretend, and the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end. Looking for trouble and there's lovers to be had, those ones next to us are such lovely lads. Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze and the anomaly is slipping into familiar ways. And we're forever unfulfilled. Can't think why, like a search for murder clues in dead man's eyes. The more you open your mouth, the more you're forcing performance. All the attention is leading me to feel important, completely obnoxious. Now that we're here, we may as well go too far. Wriggling around just so that you won't forget, there's certainly some venom in the looks that you collect. Aimlessly gazing at the blazers in the queue, struggling with the notion that it's life, not film. This house is a circus, berserk as fuck.

The modern way of faking it everyday.



Up on a hill is where we begin; this little story, a long time ago. Stop to pretend, stop pretending; it seems this game is simply neverending. Oh in the sun, sun having fun; it's in my blood, I just can't help it. Don't want you here right now, let me go; Oh let me go, go, go, go, go. Leaving just in time, stay there for a while; rolling in the ocean, trying to catch his eye. Work hard and say it's easy, do it just to please me; tomorrow will be different, so I'll pretend I'm leaving. Our fears are different now, we train in AVA; I wish you hadn't stayed, my visions clearer now but I'm unafraid. Flying over seas, no time to feel the breeze; I took too many varieties. Oh in the sun, sun having fun; it's in my blood, I just can't help it. Don't want you here right now, let me go; darlin' let me go, go, go, go, go. Leaving just in time, stay there for a while; rolling in the ocean, trying to catch his eye. Work hard and say it's easy, do it just to please me; tomorrow will be different, so this is why I'm leaving.

Mistakes are hard to undo.



Made a mistake, I made a mistake; I wear the scars to show my shame. Made a mistake, I made a mistake; I wear the scars to show my shame. What should I do, what should I do, when I'm the one who can't get through? What should I do, what should I do, when I'm the one, hey, I'm the one to blame? I can't see past this chance for us to reconcile these doubts; they've all gone on for far too long, yeah, it goes on and on and on and on. Just not built for this role and all the time much better spent; but it all drags on for far too long, and it drags on and on and on and on. I can't see past this chance for us to reconcile these doubts; they've all gone on for far too long, yeah, it goes on and on and on and on and on. I wish I was someone better.

Long road to ruin, there in your eyes.



Half dead, and a third alive, a quarter ticking over on the middle by the side of the road. Don't get surrounded by people you hate, choke you out the house down the path and out the garden gate. Well I'll never, never, not once when we're together. One gun punks on vogue at the side with the bands and the vans and the gangs and the clan with the monkey man high with a little girl at his side. What is it that you're doing to me? I don't know, I know, I know, I know.