The Doors: When you´re strange.

LA woman

Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows

Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light
Or just another lost angel...City of Night
City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woo, c'mon

L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
Drive thru your suburbs
Into your blues, into your blues, yeah
Into your blue-blue Blues
Into your blues, ohh, yeah

I see your hair is burnin'
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
Drivin' down your freeways
Midnite alleys roam
Cops in cars, the topless bars
Never saw a woman...
So alone, so alone
So alone, so alone

Motel Money Murder Madness
Let's change the mood from glad to sadness

Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Got to keep on risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Mojo Risin', gotta Mojo Risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', gotta keep on risin'
Risin', risin'
Gone risin', risin'
I'm gone risin', risin'
I gotta risin', risin'
Well, risin', risin'
I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin'
Woah, ohh yeah

Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows

Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light
Or just another lost angel...City of Night
City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woah, c'mon

L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
L.A. Woman, your my woman
Little L.A. Woman, Little L.A. Woman
L.A. L.A. Woman Woman
L.A. Woman c'mon

So lonely

Well someone told me yesterday
That when you throw your love away
You act as if you don't care
You look as if you're going somewhere
But i just can't convince myself
I couldn't live with no one else
And i can only play that part
And sit and nurse my broken heart
So lonely
So lonely
So lonely...
Now no one's knocked upon my door
For a thousand years or more
All made up and nowhere to go
Welcome to this one man show
Just take a seat they're always free
No surprise no mystery
In this theatre that i call my soul
I always play the starring role 
So lonely
So lonely
So lonely...

The importance of being Morrissey

It's a long way to learn English...

Marchiña ahi! XD

Ridin' down the highway

Goin' to a show
Stop in all the by-ways
Playin' rock 'n' roll
Gettin' robbed
Gettin' stoned
Gettin' beat up
Broken boned
Gettin' had
Gettin' took
I tell you folks
It's harder than it looks

It's a long way to the top
If you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top
If you wanna rock 'n' roll
If you think it's easy doin' one night stands
Try playin' in a rock roll band
It's a long way to the top
If you wanna rock 'n' roll

Hotel, motel
Make you wanna cry
Lady do the hard sell
Know the reason why
Gettin' old
Gettin' grey
Gettin' ripped off
Under-paid
Gettin' sold
Second hand
That's how it goes
Playin' in a band

It's a long way to the top
If you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top
If you wanna rock 'n' roll
If you wanna be a star on stage and scream
Look out it's rough and mean
It's a long way to the top
If you wanna rock 'n' roll

Viva la vida!

I used to rule the world

Seas would rise when I gave the word

Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes

Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing

Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

Once you go there was never

Never an honest word

And that was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind

Blew down the doors to let me in

Shattered windows and the sound of drums

People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait

For my head on a silver plate

Just a puppet on a lonely string

Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing

Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

I know Saint Peter won't call my name

Never an honest word

But that was when I ruled the world

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing

Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

I know Saint Peter won't call my name

Never an honest word

But that was when I ruled the world

It's a wonderful life.

London Calling

The Clash, again.

London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared, and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls
London calling, now don't look to us
Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing

[Chorus 1:]
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
'Cause London is drowning, and I live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go it alone
London calling to the zombies of death
Quit holding out, and draw another breath
London calling, and I don't wanna shout
But while we were talking, I saw you nodding out
London calling, see we ain't got no high
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes

[Chorus 2: x2]
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
'Cause London is drowning, and I live by the river

Now get this

London calling, yes, I was there, too
An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
After all this, won't you give me a smile?
London calling

I never felt so much alike [fading] alike alike alike

I fought the law

It's a classic! :D

Breakin' rocks in the hot sun
I fought the law and the law won (twice)
I needed money 'cause I had none
I fought the law and the law won (twice)

I left my baby and it feels so bad
Guess my race is run
She's the best girl that I ever had
I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the

Robbin' people with a six-gun
I fought the law and the law won (twice)
I miss my baby and i miss my fun,
I fought the law and the law won (twice)

I miss my baby and i feel so sad
I guess my race is run
She's the best girl that I ever had
I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the

I fought the law and the law won (7 times)
I fought the law and the

Better be thief than beggar.

Metallica: whiskey in the jar. 

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry Mountains 
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin' 
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier 
I said "Stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya" 
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny 
I took all of his money yeah and I brought it home to Molly 
She swore that she loved me no never would she leave me 
But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she tricked me easy 

Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da 
Whack for my daddy-o 
Whack for my daddy-o 
There's whiskey in the jar-o 

Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber 
Takin' my Molly with me, but I never knew the danger 
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell 
I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels 

Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya
Whack for my daddy-o 
Whack for my daddy-o 
There's whiskey in the jar-o 
Yeah, whiskey, yo, whiskey... 
Oh-oh, ya 

Now some men like a fishin', but some men like the fowlin' 
Some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roarin' 
But me, I like sleepin', `specially in my Molly's chamber 
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah 

Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya 
Whack for my daddy-o 
Whack for my daddy-o 
There's whiskey in the jar-o 
Whiskey in the jar-o 
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da 
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, hey 
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da 
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ya 

It's like Shakira, but she has not left the good way >:)


How about getting off of these antibiotics
how about stopping eating when i'm filled up
how about them transparent dangling carrots
how about that ever elusive kudo
Thank you india
thank you terror
thank you disillusionment
thank you frailty
thank you consequence
thank you thank you silence
How about me not blaming you for everything
how about me enjoying the moment for once
how about how good it feels to finally forgive you
how about grieving it all one at a time
Thank you india
thank you terror
thank you disillusionment
thank you frailty
thank you consequence
thank you thank you silence
The moment i let go of it was
the moment i got more than i could handle
the moment i jumped off of it was
the moment i touched down
How about no longer being masochistic
how about remembering your divinity
how about unabashedly bawling your eyes out
how about not equating death with stopping
Thank you india
thank you providence
thank you disillusionment
thank you nothingness
thank you clarity
thank you thank you silence
Yeah yeah
ahh ohhh
ahhh ho oh
ahhh ho ohhhhhh
yeaahhhh yeahh

Have been / such as...

O, what a pretty song of Morrisey!

You have never been in love until
you've seen the stars reflect in the reservoirs
And you have never been in love,
until you've seen the dawn rise,
behind the home for the blind

We are the pretty, petty thieves
And you're standing on our streets
Where Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
And the first to do time,
the first of the gang to die, Oh my
Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
And the first to do time,
the first of the gang to die, Oh my

You have never been in love,
until you've seen the sunlight thrown,
over smashed human bone

We are the pretty, petty thieves,
and you're standing on our streets
Where Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
And the first to do time,
the first of the gang to die, such a silly boy
Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
And the bullet in his gullet
and the first lost lad to go under the sod

And he stole from the rich and the poor
and not very rich and the very poor
And he stole our hearts away
He stole our hearts away, He stole our hearts away
He stole our hearts away, He stole our hearts away.