london london

I'm wandering round and round here
nowhere to go
while my eyes
go looking for flying saucers in the sky
oh Sunday, Monday, Autumn pass by me
and people hurry on so peacefully
a group aproaches a policeman
he seems so pleased to please them
it's good at least to live and I agree

what do you know about self control

time will tell the difference when its going through our mind
that i'll show you yours and you'll show me mine
i'm not kidding around, this blurry vision is killing my eyes

cajones de los misterios

¿que hay debajo del amor?
un monton de huesos
dejame decirte que la buena fe
es que no soy de nadie.

cronica de-mi

a vos tambien te duele dudar
si el veneno enamora al dolor
o maquilla al angel lujurioso

que pasa conmigo hoy
a vos te duelo tambien..

y un atadecer de acordes...

el gran ensayo de encontrar
la eternidad

pilz

despertó sus tristezas atronando sus nidos...

now we are one
in everlasting peace

cap 93

pero el amor...

emancipate yourselves from mental slavery

everness

solo una cosa no hay. es el olvido.

my electricity

trouble loves me
walks beside me
to chide me
not to guide me

los beneficios de la luna

and theres too much going on
but its calm under the waves
in the blue of my oblivion

no comments

i, i'm so unsatisfied
i'm so dissatisfied

any where out of the world

i want your warm

cumbrecita

why can't we play today
why can't we stay that way
climb your favorite apple tree
try to catch the sun

violencia...es mentir

el deseo de pintar

Hey I'd like to daze away
to a place like no one has known
in a state of mind I could call mine
that only I could own

where I could hum a tune anytime I choose,
and then there is no such thing as time
where I can feel no pain just calm and sane
what a place for one to find

passenger seat

when you feel embarrassed then i'll be your pride
when you need directions then i'll be the guide

abajo y a la izquierda

La guerra es justa para aquellos a quienes es necesaria y son sagradas las armas de aquellos a quienes no queda otra esperanza.

V

artists use lies to tell the truth

it's my blood

drains and spills,
soaks the pages,
fills their sponges

it's my blood

grey rain

where's the real sky?
i'm not here to know

chinese

always home but so far away
like a word misplaced

i paid the price

, never held you in real life...

my peace and quiet was stolen from me

du mal

glitter burned by restless thoughts of being forgotten

better than in my subterranean cave

you want me?
fucking well come and find me
i'll be waiting

patch