Totally fucked

Si. Porque iba en el colectivo llorando y escuchando esta cancion? Re bizarro, lo se. Seria porque me alteraba la valija gigante de la vieja que me pidio que le diera el asiento? No entiendo porque hay gente tan forra como para subirse a un colectivo con valijas? Loco que parte no captas de que el colectivo no es para hacer mudanzas? No entendes que no cabe una mosca ahi adentro y venis como vieja forra a sacarme del asiento a mi cuando hay 2 millones de personas mas? Porque siemore a mi? Encima te me pones a hablar, vieja forra no soy tu nieta, ubicate. Ubica tyu valija del ojete que me caigo si la pones en el medio del paso. Loco quye tienen tofoas las viejas ocngmigo? Poirque todas me hablan y me preguntan cosas? UQne me viste ceara de querer ayudar al projimo o de buena samaritana? No entendes que si me estoy poniendo los auriculares al palo para que escuches american idiot es porque no quiero hablar con vos vieja forra? Me duele la cabeza ahora.
Y entonces vino Totally fucked y pense no, porque que sean las 6 de la tarde y ya este en Artigas me pone un poco de buen humor; 

there's a momento you know you're fucked
not an inch more room to self destruct
no more moves oh yeah
the dead end zone
man you just can't call your soul your own
BUT THE THINGS THAT MAKE YOU REALLY JUMP
IS THAT THE WEIRDEST SHIT IS STILL TO COME

y dije voy a subir esta cancion al blog. No se para que. Solo para testimoniar que a veces mi vida es una mierda y a veces no. Y no se que hacer. Pero un poco me divierte, y un poco no. Es como si necesitara tocar fondo. Soy tan feliz.

Where I go when I go there,
no more weeping anymore.
Only in and out your lips;
the broken wishes, washing with them, to shore.
Touch me, all silent.
Tell me please, all is forgiven.
Consume my wine.
Consume my mind.
I'll tell you how, how the winds sigh.
Touch me, just try it.
Now there-that's it. God that's heaven.
Touch me.
I'll love your light.
I'll love you right.
We'll wander down, where the sins lie.

True.

Whispering
Here the ghosts in the moonlight
Sorrow doing a new dance
Through their bone, through their skin

Listening
To the souls in the fool's night
Fumbling mutely with their rude hands
And there's heartache without end

And he touched me. And I let him love me.
So let that be my story

You watch me, just watch me.

                       I'm calling ,      

               I'm calling.              

I'm calling.                            

Spring and summer

Spring and summer, every other day.

So you know I don't do sadness

Blue wind gets so lost

not even a little bit

blowing through the thick corn

I've done once in my life looking back on it all

with the bells of hay

then it blows my mind

Spring and summer

So been there, don't do sadness

Spring and summer.

Just don't care.

You watch me,

just watch me.

I'm calling.

I'm calling and one day I will know.

Haven't you heard the word of your body?

Just too unreal, all this

Watching the words fall from my lips

Baiting some girl with hypotheses

Haven’t you heard the word of your body?

Don’t feel a thing, you wish

Grasping at pearls with my fingertips

Holding her hand like some little tease

Haven’t you heard the word of my wanting?

Oh, I’m gonna be wounded

Oh, I’m gonna be your wound

Oh, I’m gonna bruise you

Oh, you’re gonna be my bruise

When I go, when I go there .-

Yo estaba en una casa de mi abuela creo, aunque no era la real. Habia mucha gente reunida, familiares que ni conozco. Habia flores y cosas, una casa como de familia. Fue como si hubiera sido un tiempo atras, 12 años por lo menos.
Pero yo me tenia que ir, llegaba tarde a un show, al teatro.
Ahi adentro hacia frio creo, y estaba lleno de gente corriendo, llendo de un lado para otro. Habia muchas chicas vestidas como barbies, con vestidos fuccias y extensiones rubias platinadas. Me hacian salir al escenario en un cuadro que no era el mio, a cubrir a alguien y yo no me sabia el texto, entonces improvisaba y la gente se reia de mi porque seguro lo que yo decia no encajaba ni ahi con el sentido de la obra.
Entonces aparecía una persona corriendo por ahí y me decía 'te gusta' y yo pensaba 'que tiene que andar diciendo esto por todos lados?' y despues entendia que era 'te busca', no 'te gusta'. E iba a buscarlo. Y 'alguien' me agarraba del brazo y me encerraba en un camarin. Y atras mio habia una persona, todo encapuchado y yo le preguntaba 'quien sos?' y  no se le veia la cara y me abrazaba asi re mafioso y me deica 'shh, espionaje' y yo con mi cara de 'que se fumó? y después había otra persona. Weird.

Where I go, when I go there,

No more memory anymore-

Only men on distant ships,

The women with them, swimming with them, to shore.

Where I go, when I go there,

No more whispering anymore-

Only hymns upon your lips;

A mystic wisdom, rising with them, to shore...

There now.

Whispering

Hear the ghosts in the moonlight

Sorrow doing a new dance

You watch me, just watch me and one day I will know.

Just don't care.

Awful sweet to be a little butterfly

just winging over things

and nothing deep inside.

Nothing going going wild in you,

you know,

you're slowing by the riverside

or floating high and blue.

Or maybe cool

to be a little summer wind

like once through everything

and then away again.

With the taste of dust

in your mouth all day

but no need to know

like sadness

you just sail away.

Cause you know,

I don't do sadness

not even a little bit.

Just don't need it in my life

don't want any part of it.

I don't do sadness,

hey I've done my time

looking back on it all

then it blows my mind,

I don't do sadness

so been there.

Don't do sadness

just don't care.

Mi obseción.

[ In the midst of this nothing. This miss of a life. Still there's this one thing just to see you go by. It's almost like lovin', sad as that is. May not be cool, but it's so where I live. It's like I'm your lover or more like your ghost, I spend the day wondering what you do, where you go. I try and just kick it but then what can I do ? We've all got our junk, and my junk is you. See us, winter walking after a storm. It's chill in the wind but it's warm in your arms. We stop all snow blind, may not be true. We've all got our junk, and my junk is you. ]

Never let them gone.

Those you’ve known

And lost, still walk behind you

All alone

They linger till they find you

Without them

The world grows dark around you

And nothing is the same until you know that they have found you

Those you’ve pained

May carry that still with them

All the same

They whisper: “All forgiven.”

Still your heart says

The shadows bring the starlight

And everything you’ve ever been is still there in the dark night

When the northern wind blows

The sorrows your heart holds

There are those who still know

They’re still home

We’re still home

Though you know

You’ve left them far behind

You walk on by yourself, and not with them

Still you know

They will fill your heart and mind

When they say there’s a way through this

We both got our junk,

and my junk is you.

And who can say what dreams are?

And who can say what we are?

This is the season for dreaming

Night won’t breathe

Oh, how we fall into silence from the sky?

And whisper some silver reply

All that's known

All that's known

In History, in Science

Overthrown

At school, at home, by blind men

You doubt them

And soon they bark and hound you-

Till everything you say is just another bad about you

All they say

Is "Trust in What is Written"

Wars are made

And somehow that is wisdom

Thought is suspect

And money is their idol

And nothing is okay unless it's scripted in their Bible

But I know

There's so much more to find-

Just in looking through myself

And not at them

Still, I know

To trust my own true mind

And to say: there's a way through this

On I go

To wonder and to learning

Name the stars and know their dark returning

I'm calling

To know the world's true yearning-

The hunger that a child feels for everything they're shown

You watch me-

Just watch me-

I'm calling

And one day all will know

You watch me-

Just watch me-

I'm calling, I'm calling.

And one day all will know

No se como alguien puede conformarse con tan poco de la vida. Aun sabiendo que tenemos una sola, mejor aprovecharla bien. Yo no entiendo como hay gente que todo lo que se resigna a hacer de su vida es una mosca molesta sin rumbo, molestando a los demas. Una mosca inutil y molesta, nacida para ser aplastada. Que conformistas, que chatos, que mediocres. Lo que hacen es completamente inutil y a nadie le interesa, porque no es necesario. Voy a seguir viva aunque no lo sepa y no, no me caen simpaticos. Los detesto solo por pertenecer a ese mundo mediocre y chato al que estoy pegada. Pobrecitos, me dan lastima. Ojala hagan algo de su vida. Y si realmente quieren pasar su vida pegados a una fotocopia llena de cuadros sinopticos sobre la programacion estructurada -que hermosa manera de pasar la vida-, si realmente todo su legado sera un papel que se reciclará, no se. Hagan algo con su vida, sino tirense debajo de un puente o peguense un tiro, pero no vengan a jodernos a nosotros.

Florecerá el verano.

Él no oirá.
Tenemos tanto miedo a la verdad.

Touch me

NO MORE SHADOWS

I believe

I believe, I believe, I believe

OH, I BELIEVE !



All will be forgiven
There is love in heaven