miércoles, 20 de octubre de 2010
domingo, 17 de octubre de 2010
(The future is bulletproof. The aftermath is secondary. It's time to do it now and do it loud, killjoys make some noise) (Na na na...) Drugs. Gimme drugs. Gimme drugs. I don't need it, but I'll sell what you got. Take the cash, and I'll keep it. Eight legs to the wall; hit the gas, kill 'em all. And we crawl, and we crawl, and we crawl. You be my detonator. Love. Gimme love. Gimme love. I don't need it, but I'll take what I want from your heart, and I'll keep it in a bag, in a box. Put an X on the floor. Gimme more. Gimme more. Gimme more. Shut up and sing it with me. (Na Na Na...) From mall security (na na na...) to every enemy (na na na...) we're on your property standing in V formation (na na na...). (Na Na Na...) Let's blow an artery (na na na...), eat plastic surgery (na na na...), keep your apology. Give us more detonation (More! Gimme more! Gimme more!) Let me tell ya 'bout the sad man. Shut up and let me see your jazz hands. Remember when you were a madman, thought you was Batman, and hit the party with a gas can. Kiss me you animal. (Na Na Na...) You run the company! (na na na...). Fuck like a Kennedy! (na na na...). I think we'd rather be burning your information (na na na...). Let's blow an artery (na na na na), eat plastic surgery (na na na na); keep your apology. Give us more detonation. And right here, right now all the way in Battery City the little children raise their open filthy palms like tiny daggers up to heaven, and all the juvee halls, and Ritilin rats ask angels made from neon and fucking garbage scream out! "What will save us?" And the sky opened up. Everybody wants to change the world, everybody wants to change the world; but no one, no one wants to die. Wanna try, wanna try, wanna try. Wanna try, wanna try, now. I'll be your detonator. (Na Na Na...) Make no apology (na na na...), it's death or victory (na na na...) on my authority. Crash and burn, young and loaded (na na na...). Drop like a bulletshell (na na na...), dress like a sleeper cell (na na na...) I'd rather go to hell, than be in purgatory. Cut my hair, gag and bore me. Pull this pin, let this world explode.
Oh, baby, here comes the sound! ♥
miércoles, 13 de octubre de 2010
lunes, 4 de octubre de 2010
Escuchame una cosa, turra, te voy a amar, te voy a amar con mi vida; porque sos, y serás parte de mí, pero quiero que te quede claro lo siguiente: Acá, acá gano YO. Siempre gano yo. No me quieras pasar por arriba, porque te voy a hacer mierda!
[Posta que me siento la Malparida dicendo esto xD - y al a vez bastante pelotuda por hablarle a E (que se pronuncia 'I', y es su nuevo nombre]
Así que, sí, ahora me despido..bah, nos despedimos.