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¿Y dónde están ahora todos los putos que decían que Coldplay estaba bueno? ¿EH?
(...y ya que estamos, ¿dónde está Coldplay? ¿Ya se suicidaron?)

Doctor Bonete

Lindo pal viernes...
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Tema del mes

O de los últimos dos meses. Poner del año sería demasiado, aunque quizás no.

Weird Fishes/Arpeggi



In the deepest ocean
The bottom of the sea
Your eyes
They turn me
Why should I stay here?
Why should I stay?

I'd be crazy not to follow
Follow where you lead
Your eyes
They turn me

Turn me on to phantoms
I follow to the edge of the earth
And fall off
Everybody leaves
If they get the chance

And this is my chance

I get eaten by the worms
Weird fishes
Picked over by the worms
Weird fishes
Weird fishes
Weird fishes

I'll hit the bottom
Hit the bottom and escape
Escape

I'll hit the bottom
Hit the bottom and escape
Escape

Ya está. Ya lo dije.

El programa del Wintercase es una mierda.

Gentes de paz

Dice El Periódico de Catalunya, en su cobertura de una manifestación de ultraderecha en Madrid:

"Los falangistas somos gentes de paz", dijo la secretaria de la Confederación Nacional de Combatientes, convocante del acto.

Y dos líneas más abajo:

Miguel Menéndez Piñar [...] proclamó: "Sonará de nuevo el clarín de llamada, y nos alzaremos por la fe y por la patria".

Qué clarín de llamada formidable, capaz de hacer que las gentes de paz se alcen por la fe y por la patria...

The Dresden Dolls - Girl Anachronism

you can tell
from the scars on my arms
and the cracks in my hips
and the dents in my car
and the blisters on my lips
that i'm not the carefullest of girls

you can tell
from the glass on the floor
and the strings that're breaking
and i keep on breaking more
and it looks like i am shaking
but it's just the temperature
and then again
if it were any colder i could disengage
if i were any older i would act my age
but i dont think that youd believe
it's
not
the
way
i'm
meant
to
be
it's just the way the operation made me

and you can tell
from the state of my room
that they let me out too soon
and the pills that i ate
came a couple years too late
and i've got some issues to work through
there i go again
pretending to be you
make-believing
that i have a soul beneath the surface
trying to convince you
it was accidentally on purpose

i am not so serious
this passion is a plagiarism
i might join your century
but only on a rare occasion
i was taken out
before the labor pains set in and now
behold the world's worst accident
i am the girl anachronism

and you can tell
by the red in my eyes
and the bruises on my thighs
and the knots in my hair
and the bathtub full of flies
that i'm not right now at all
there i go again
pretending that i'll fall
don't call the doctors
cause they've seen it all before
they'll say just
let
her
crash
and
burn
she'll learn
the attention just encourages her

and you can tell
from the full-body cast
that you're sorry that you asked
though you did everything you could
(like any decent person would)
but i might be catching so don't touch
you'll start believeing youre immune to gravity and stuff
don't get me wet
because the bandages will all come off

and you can tell
from the smoke at the stake
that the current state is critical
well it is the little things, for instance:
in the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses:
please excuse her for the day, its just the way the medication makes her...

i don't necessarily believe there is a cure for this
so i might join your century but only as a doubtful guest
i was too precarious removed as a caesarian
behold the worlds worst accident
I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM

¿Puto yo?

Esto es el acabóse. No sólo no tengo lectores sino que además tengo detractores (que encima me insultan en rioplatense cuando jamás han salido del hemisferio norte).

Pues bien. Hace unos días me viene dando vueltas en la cabeza una canción. Normalmente cuando eso sucede trato de remontarme hasta el disparador, qué asociaciones traen ciertos temas a la cabeza; normalmente lo logro. No fue así en este caso, y el tema aún en mi cabeza desde hace tres días.

El tema en cuestión es de Led Zeppelin y se llama Achilles Last Stand (La última resistencia de Aquiles). Es un precursor de lo que se llamaría new wave of british heavy metal, o al menos de la mitad de la discografía de Iron Maiden.

Ahí tienen, putos. Un paseo por mi cabeza. Ahora se joden.


Achilles Last Stand



It was an April morning when they told us we should go
And as I turned to you, you smiled at me, how could we say no?

With all the fun to have, to live the dreams we always had
Oh, the songs to sing, when we at last return again

Sending off a glancing kiss, to those who claim they know
Below the streets that steam and hiss,
The devil's in his hole

Oh to sail away, To sandy lands and other days
Oh to touch the dream, Hides inside and never seen.

Into the sun the south the north, at last the birds have flown
The shackles of commitment fell, In pieces on the ground

Oh to ride the wind, To tread the air above the din
Oh to laugh aloud, Dancing as we fought the crowd

To seek the man whose pointing hand, The giant step unfolds
To guide us from the curving path, That churns up into stone

If one bell should ring, in celebration for a king
So fast the heart should beat, As proud the head with heavy feet.

Days went by when you and I, bathed in eternal summers glow
As far away and distant, Our mutual child did grow

Oh the sweet refrain, Soothes the soul and calms the pain
Oh Albion remains, sleeping now to rise again

Wandering and wondering, What place to rest the search
The mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens upon the earth

The mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth
From the earth...

I know the way, know the way, know the way, know the way (X2)

Oh the mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth.