Nada.

Suspiro para nadie
Respiro para nada
Inspiro palabras al aire
Palabras, palabras.

Escribo para nadie
Maldigo a la nada
Escribo palabras al aire
Palabras, palabras.

Incisivo a nadie
Exclusivo de nada
Me inhibo a tantas miradas
Para nada, para nada.

Perfume de nadie
Universo de agua
Me encierro en pavadas
Que no conducen a nada.

Descubres a nadie
Sin versos ni nada.
Ya sé, no soy nada.
No mas que eso: NADA.
NADA, NADA, NADA, NADA
Yo soy nada,
Pero sos vos quien me esquiva la mirada.
Sigo sin ser nada.

Led Zeppelin 1969: LED ZEPPELIN II.

LED ZEPPELIN II:
1.- WHOLE LOTTA LOVE.
2.- WHAT IS AND WHAT SHOULD NEVER BE.
3.- THE LEMON SONG.
4.- THANK YOU.
5.- HEARTBREAKER.
6.- LIVING LOVING MAID.
7.- RAMBLE ON.
8.- MOBY DICK.
9.- BRING IT ON HOME.

1.- WHOLE LOTTA LOVE :
You need coolin', baby, I'm not foolin',
I'm gonna send you back to schoolin',
Way down inside honey, you need it,
I'm gonna give you my love,
I'm gonna give you my love.

Wanna Whole Lotta Love?
Wanna Whole Lotta Love?
Wanna Whole Lotta Love?
Wanna Whole Lotta Love?

You've been learnin', baby, I bean learnin',
All them good times, baby, baby, I've been yearnin',
Way, way down inside honey, you need it,
I'm gonna give you my love X2

Wanna Whole Lotta Love?
Wanna Whole Lotta Love?
Wanna Whole Lotta Love?
Wanna Whole Lotta Love?

You've been coolin', baby, I've been droolin',
All the good times I've been misusin',
Way, way down inside, I'm gonna give you my love,
I'm gonna give you every inch of my love,
Gonna give you my love.
Yeah! All right! Let's go!

Wanna Whole Lotta Love?
Wanna Whole Lotta Love?
Wanna Whole Lotta Love?
Wanna Whole Lotta Love?

Way down inside, woman, You need love.
Shake for me, girl, I wanna be your backdoor man.
Hey, oh, hey, oh, Oh, oh, oh, Keep a-coolin', baby,
Keep a-coolin', baby.

2.- WHAT IS AND WHAT SHOULD NEVER BE:
And if I say to you tomorrow,
Take my hand, child, come with me.
It's to a castle I will take you,
Where what's to be, they say will be.

Catch the wind, see us spin,
Sail away, leave today,
Way up high in the sky.
But the wind won't blow,
You really shouldn't go,
It only goes to show
That you will be mine
By takin' our time. Ooh!

And if you say to me tomorrow,
Oh what fun it all would be,
Then what's to stop us, pretty baby,
But What Is And What Should Never Be.

Catch the wind, see us spin,
Sail away, leave today,
Way up high in the sky.
But the wind won't blow,
You really shouldn't go,
It only goes to show
That you will be mine
By takin' our time. Ooh!

So if you wake up with the sunrise,
And all your dreams are still as new,
And happiness is what you need so bad,
Girl, the answer lies with you, yeah.

Catch the wind, see us spin,
Sail away, leave today,
Way up high in the sky.
But the wind won't blow,
You really shouldn't go,
It only goes to show
That you will be mine
By takin' our time. Ooh!

Hey, oh
Oh the wind wont blow and we really shouldn't go
and it only goes to show-ow-ow.
Catch the wind, we're gonna see it spin
we're gonna...sail, little girl
do do do, bop bop a do-oh
my my my my my my yeah
Everybody I know seems to know me well
--but does anybody know I'm gonna move like hell
--but they're never gonna know cause I move like hell.
(pick one...heh)

3.- THE LEMON SONG:
I should have quit you long time ago,
Yeah, long time ago.
Oh yeah, long time ago.
I wouldn't be here, my children,
down on this killin' floor.
I should have listened, baby, to my second mind
I should have listened, baby, to my second mind
Everytime I go away and leave you, darling,
You send me the blues way down the line.
Babe, treat me right, baby, oh my my my
People tellin' me baby can't be satisfied;
They try to worry me baby
But they never hurt you in my eyes.
Said, people worry I can't keep you satisfied.
Let me tell you baby,
You ain't nothin but a two-bit, no-good jive.
Went to sleep last night, worked as hard as I can,
Bring home my money, you take my money, give it to another man;
I should have quit you, baby, such a long time ago,
I wouldn't be here with all my troubles
Down on this killing floor.
Squeeze me baby, till the juice runs down my leg, X2
The way you squeeze my lemon,
I..I'm gonna fall right out of bed, Yeah.
Hey!
Baby baby baby...
I'm gonna leave my children down on this killin floor.

4.- THANK YOU:
If the sun refused to shine,
I would still be loving you.
When mountains crumble to the sea,
There will still be you and me.

Kind woman, I give you my all,
Kind woman, nothing more.
Little drops of rain whisper of the pain,
Tears of loves lost in the days gone by.
My love is strong, with you there is no wrong,
Together we shall go until we die.
My, my, my, An inspiration is what you are to me,
Inspiration, look see.
And so today, my world it smiles,
Your hand in mine, we walk the miles,
Thanks to you it will be done,
For you to me are the only one.
Happiness, no more be sad,
Happiness....I'm glad.

If the sun refused to shine,
I would still be loving you.
When mountains crumble to the sea,
There will still be you and me.

5.- HEARTBREAKER:
Hey fellas, have you heard the news?
You know that Annie's back in town?
It won't take long just watch and see
How the fellas lay their money down.
Her style is new but the face is the same
As it was so long ago,
But from her eyes, a diff'rent smile
Like that of one who knows.
Well, it's been ten years and maybe more
Since I first set eyes on you;
The best years of my life gone by,
Here I am alone and blue.
Some people cry and some people die
By the wicked ways of love;
But I'll just keep on rollin' along
With the grace of the Lord above.
People talkin' all around 'bout the way you left me flat,
I don't care what the people say, I know where they're drivin at
One thing I do have on my mind, if you can clarify please do,
It's the way you call me by another guy's name when I try to make love to you!
I try to make love but it ain't no use.
Give it to me, give it!
(Guitar solo)
Work so hard I couldn't unwind,
Get some money saved;
Abuse my love a thousand times,
However hard I tried.
Heartbreaker, your time has come,
Can't take your evil way;
Go away,
Heartbreaker.
Heartbreaker!

6.- LIVING LOVING MAID:
With a purple umbrella and a fifty cent hat,
Livin', lovin', she's just a woman.
Missus cool rides out in her aged Cadillac.
Livin', lovin', she's just a woman.

Come on, babe on the round about,
Ride on the merry-go-round,
We all know what your name is,
So you better lay your money down.

Alimony, alimony payin' your bills,
Livin', lovin', she's just a woman.
When your conscience hits, you knock it back with pills.
Livin', lovin', she's just a woman.

Come on, babe on the round about,
Ride on the merry-go-round,
We all know what your name is,
So you better lay your money down.

Tellin' tall ( Helen told ??) tales of how it used to be,
Livin', lovin', she's just a woman.
With the butler and the maid and the servants three ( servantry ? ).
Livin', lovin', she's just a woman, Oh, you got it.
Nobody hears a single word you say.
Livin', lovin', she's just a woman.
But you keep on talkin' till your dyin' day.
Livin', lovin', she's just a woman.

Come on, babe on the round about,
Ride on the merry-go-round,
We all know what your name is,
So you better lay your money down.

Livin', Lovin', She's just a woman.

7.- RAMBLE ON:
Leaves are falling all around,
It's time I was on my way.
Thanks to you, I'm much obliged
For such a pleasant stay.
But now it's time for me to go,
The autumn moon lights my way.
For now I smell the rain,
And with it pain,
And it's headed my way.
Ah, sometimes I grow so tired,
But I know I've got one thing I got to do,

Ramble On,
And now's the time, the time is now
To sing my song.
I'm goin' 'round the world,
I got to find my girl, on my way.
I've been this way ten years to the day, Ramble On,
Gotta find the queen of all my dreams.

Got no time to for spreadin' roots,
The time has come to be gone.
And tho' our health we drank a thousand times,
It's time to Ramble On.

Ramble On,
And now's the time, the time is now
To sing my song.
I'm goin' 'round the world,
I got to find my girl, on my way.
I've been this way ten years to the day, Ramble On,
Gotta find the queen of all my dreams.

I ain't tellin' no lie.
Mine's a tale that can't be told,
My freedom I hold dear;
How years ago in days of old
When magic filled the air,
T'was in the darkest depths of Mordor
I met a girl so fair,
But Gollum, and the evil one crept up
And slipped away with her.
Her, her....yea.
Ain't nothing I can do, no.

Ramble On,
And now's the time, the time is now
To sing my song.
I'm goin' 'round the world,
I got to find my girl, on my way.
I've been this way ten years to the day, Ramble On,
Gotta find the queen of all my dreams.

Gonna ramble on, sing my song
Gotta keep-a-searchin' for my baby...
Gonna work my way, round the world
I can't stop this feelin' in my heart
Gotta keep searchin' for my baby
I can't find my bluebird!
I'd listen to my bluebird sing but I can't find my blue bird
A-keep-a ramblin' baby...

8.- MOBY DICK:
(Instrumental)

9.- BRING IT ON HOME:
Baby, baby
I'm gonna bring it on home to you.
I've got my ticket, I've got that load.
Got up, gone higher, all aboard.
Take my seat, right way back. ooh yeah
Watch this train roll down the track.
I'm gonna bring it on home, Bring it on home to you.
Watch out, watch out, man move
Try to tell you baby, what you tryin' to do?
Tryin' to love me baby, Love some other man too.
Bring it on home...
Went a little walk downtown, Messed and got back late.
Found a note there waiting, And it said, "Daddy, I just can't wait."
Bring it on home..., Bring it back home to me baby...
Tell you, pretty baby, You love to mess me `roun'.
I'm gonna give you lovin', baby, Gonna move you out o' town.
Bring it on home...
Sweetest little baby, Daddy ever saw.
I'm gonna give you lovin' baby, I'm gonna give you more.
Bring it on home..., All right.
Bring it on home, Bring it on home to you...

Luca Prodan: "El Pela" Is Not Dead.

Luca nació en Roma el 17 de mayo de 1953. Hijo de Mario Prodan, de procedencias italiana, turca y austríaca, y Cecilia Pollock, nacida en China pero de ascendencia escocesa, quienes residían en Shanghái y Pekín (China) antes de la Segunda Guerra Mundial. La particularidad de su nacimiento fue que justo su madre rompió bolsa en el palco mientras miraba una actuación de Opera. "Es como si luca hubiera elegido nacer allí" comentaba su madre en un documental homenaje a Luca. Luca fue el tercero de cuatro hermanos: Michela, o Micaela, y Claudia eran mayores que Luca, y Andrea es el menor de todos. Tanto Michela como Andrea están envueltos en el mundo del cine, siendo este último actor.

Cecilia Pollock, era nacida en Shangai, China, pero era de ascendencia escocesa, mientras que Mario Prodan era nacido en Estambul, Turquía, aunque se dice también que nació en Austria pero era de sangre turca y vivió mucho tiempo en Italia.

En Escocia acudió a Gordonstoun, el mismo colegio al que asistía el Príncipe Carlos de Inglaterra, a quien cuenta la leyenda que golpeó en público causando un incidente escandaloso para los directores de la institución. En su último año ahí se escapó, siendo buscado por la Interpol, por petición de su familia al enterarse. Estuvo viajando solo por Europa, fue buscado por su madre, hasta que una mañana, en un revuelo de gente, lo encontró en una esquina de Roma. Un amigo de Luca había sido multado, por llevarlo en la parte trasera de su moto, que en ese momento no estaba permitido.

Prodan tenía una vocación particular por la música. Fue espectador en la adolescencia del rock sinfónico y de la psicodelia de Canned Heat, Soft Machine, Syd Barrett & Pink Floyd o de Peter Hammill & Van der Graaf Generator. Inspirado por algunos músicos-poetas como Bob Dylan, Jim Morrison, Nick Drake, John Martin, David Bowie, Leonard Cohen o Lou Reed, compuso durante la década de 1970 algunas canciones memorables que serian grabadas en 1981 en Córdoba (Argentina). Todavía en Londres formó su primera banda: The New Clear Heads, contemporánea a la estética de bandas punk como XTC, The Fall, Wire o Joy Division. La sensibilidad musical de Luca, influida por al apogeo de los ritmos de las west indies como el dub y el reggae que influyeron la música popular británica durante la década de 1970, se asemeja al estilo personal de cantautores post-punk como Joe Jackson, Graham Parker o Elvis Costello. Aunque tal vez la ironía de Ian Dury (Ian Dury & The Blockheads) parece encajar mejor con el estilo jocoso y festivo de algunas de las canciones de la etapa de Sumo.

Luca Prodan recién llegado a Argentina. vivió sus primeros años en Traslasierra, Córdoba. Viviendo en Londres a fines de los años 1970, Luca se inició en el consumo de heroína, lo que lo llevo a estar internado por un periodo en estado grave y con pocas perspectivas de sobrevivir. De hecho su hermana Claudia, sería encontrada muerta, junto con su novio en un auto, debido que ambos eran adictos. A partir de ese momento Luca decidió dejar la heroína.

Cuenta Luca en varios reportajes, que viajó a Argentina siguiendo una imagen bucólica que lo había atrapado. Recibió una carta de un amigo argentino de origen escocés, Timmy McKern (con quien compartió años escolares en Escocia), en la que había una foto de la familia de McKern en las sierras de Córdoba.

Prodan trabó amistad con el cuñado de McKern, Germán Daffunchio y con un vecino de éste, Alejandro Sokol. Juntos comenzaron a hacer temas, que serían los primeros de la banda que se llamaría Sumo, temas como Night & Day y Regtest, entre otros.

Luca con Sokol al bajo, Daffunchio a la guitarra y Stephanie Nuttal (una amiga inglesa de Luca) a la batería dieron el primer concierto de Sumo en una discoteca de El Palomar (oeste del Gran Buenos Aires) llamada Caroline's Pub.

Sumo brindaba espectáculos muy adrenalínicos con temas cantados en inglés. Tuvieron serios problemas en épocas de la guerra de Malvinas en las cuales todo lo relacionado al inglés no era bienvenido. Éso provocó el retorno de Nuttal a su país natal por pedido de sus padres.

A todo esto, Sumo estableció su base en Hurlingham GBA, en la casa de la madre de Timmy. La segunda formación de Sumo fue: Prodan (voz), Daffunchio (guitarra), Sokol (batería) y Diego Arnedo, un vecino (bajo).

Más tarde se unió Roberto Petinatto como saxofonista (hasta ese entonces era un periodista de la revista El Expreso Imaginario).

En 1984, Sokol dejó la banda y se sumaron Alberto Troglio en batería y Ricardo Mollo (amigo de Arnedo) en guitarra. La formación definitiva fue la de estos dos más Prodan, Daffunchio, Arnedo y Petinatto, que perduró hasta la disolución del grupo. Esta formación fue un hito importante no solo de la nueva escena del rock, sino del clima de transformación de la cultura juvenil de la época. Acompañada de una explosión participativa de los jóvenes de clase media que reverberaba en la política partidaria y las asociaciones barriales, la creativa cultura under de la Buenos Aires post dictadura renovó tanto el periodismo alternativo encarnado en revistas como Expreso Imaginario o Cerdos y Peces como un ambiente artístico profundamente irónico sobre los lugares establecidos de las artes plásticas, el teatro, la música o el diseño. Cruce de géneros que caracterizaron la época y que se evidenciaba en artistas como Marcia Schwartz, Vivi Tellas, Batato Barea o Sergio DeLoof.

Por estos años, Sumo solía dividirse en dos para poder recaudar más dinero, así se formaba la Hurlingham Reggae Band, y (a veces) 'Sumíto' con solo Luca y Diego Arnedo en contrabajo.

Ambos grupos daban varios recitales por fin de semana, incluido el templo underground de los años 1980 Café Einstein o bien en el Parakultural.

En el año 1985 la banda saca su primer disco "oficial" (anteriormente habían sacado "Corpiños en la madrugada" en forma de cassette y con distribución limitada), "Divididos por la Felicidad" (un juego sobre el nombre de la banda inglesa Joy Division. Disco en el que plasman mucho reggae con influencias de Bob Marley y también del funk y post punk. El hit del disco fue "La rubia tarada".

En 1986 grabaron "Llegando los monos", segundo disco en el que hay reggae, rock agresivo y post punk. Hay temas que fueron himnos como "Estallando desde el océano", "El ojo blindado" o "Nextweek". El hit del disco fue "Los viejos vinagres". En ese mismo año, dieron un concierto épico en Obras Sanitarias, donde se consagraron como una de las bandas más convocantes del momento.

En el año 1987 sacaron su tercer y último disco: "After Chabón" disco en el que se muestra una notable madurez en materia musical y lírica: tal es el caso particular de "Mañana en el Abasto" donde Prodan da una particular y emotiva descripción de un barrio típico de la Capital Federal.

El último recital fue en el estadio del Club Atlético Los Andes el 20 de diciembre de 1987. A este concierto no acudió mucha gente, solamente 500 personas. Según el cantante de "Los Violadores" "Luca estaba muy flaco y pálido". Sus ex compañeros recordaron más tarde que esa noche, momentos antes de interpretar una poderosa versión de Fuck you, Luca dijo: "ahí va la última". Así fue. Dos días después, el martes 22 de diciembre de 1987 lo encontraron muerto en su casa ubicada en la calle Alsina 451, a una cuadra de la Plaza de Mayo, en el barrio de Monserrat. Se estima que murió entre las 21.00 del lunes 21 y las 3.00 de la madrugada del día siguiente. Tenía 34 años. Sus restos descansan en el Cementerio de Avellaneda, en el sur del Gran Buenos Aires. Sobre su sepultura se colocó una roca traída desde Traslasierra, y a diario es visitada por seguidores que dejan desde mensajes escritos hasta dibujos y botellas de ginebra.

Lo encontraron en la cama, en posición casi fetal y con una sonrisa de felicidad y tranquilidad que se marcaban en la expresión de su rostro. La muerte de Luca inició el fin del rock hecho en Buenos Aires post-Malvinas de la década de los '80, ya que un año después habrían desaparecido otras dos importantes luminarias: Miguel Abuelo (26 de marzo de 1988) y Federico Moura (21 de diciembre de 1988).

Los médicos dijeron que fue a causa de una cirrosis hepática (Luca bebía una o más botellas de ginebra al día). Aún quedan dudas, y entre otras versiones se habla de un ataque al corazón. Años después la figura del "pelado" se erigió como uno de los grandes mitos de la música argentina y es venerado por muchos jóvenes en la actualidad. Sumo fue una banda que decoró la década de 1980 con originalidad, carisma, presencia y mucha potencia.

Cuenta la leyenda de que el espíritu de Luca, se aparece ante su madre, momentos antes de morir. Eso resalta aún más el misticismo del cantante italiano.

Luca Prodan participó de cerca en la escena musical alternativa de la década de 1970. Se dice que conoció a varios protagonistas de lo que luego fue la escena musical británica de esos años como Malcolm MacLaren, John Lydon y Sid Vicious (The Sex Pistols), Ian Curtis (Joy Division), Ian Dury (Ian Dury & The Blockheads), Stephanie Nuttal (Manicured Noise), luego la primera baterista de Sumo, o Tony Mansfield (New Musik). Existe el rumor de que los coros en la canción "Living by Numbers" de 1979 son de Luca, quien fuera novio de Julie Mansfield, hermana del cantante.

Resultaba irónico que su background cultural, extremadamente ‘legítimo’ para los sectores ‘modernos’, se reflejara en la sensibilidad por los personajes y el lenguaje de la calle, los excéntricos o la música folklórica como una expresión auténtica de la cultura argentina. Como también en una burla permanente del provincialismo del rock local y, a partir de él, por las ironías de la cultura argentina.

Luca no soportaba el denominado ‘rock nacional’, y siempre tuvo una posición de burla con respecto al incipiente 'star system' de la escena de los primeros años de la década de 1980. Su estilo de vida estuvo siempre más cercano a un ascetismo igualitarista que a la exclusividad de figuras virtuosas de lo que percibía como el establishment de una escena musical en auge. Poeta sensible, erudito y refinado, era al mismo tiempo una personalidad furiosa y eléctrica. Su excentricidad, su energía y su austera simplicidad, asociadas a una profunda ironía y un enorme cosmopolitismo, hacían de Luca una figura extraña para los cánones de una cultura nacional poco acostumbrada a los estilos irreverentes de la contracultura y el gesto camp que Luca encarnaba. La transformación cultural de la década de 1980, simultánea a la creciente importancia de una cultura juvenil en la post-dictadura, explicaría en parte las condiciones de su éxito.

Luca fue un personaje del underground del destape democrático argentino, sin embargo criticaba duramente el elitismo arty de un sector 'moderno', prefiriendo el papel beat de príncipe-mendigo. Esa actitud lo convirtió en un icono de la llamada 'cultura rock', un término del que el mismo Prodan se reiría: “¿Qué es el rock? Es el ckor al revés!”. Si durante la década de 1980 esta cultura se asociaba a las estéticas 'modernas' y ‘vanguardistas’, durante la década de 1990 la masificación y diversificación del consumo sumado al aumento de la brecha social, produjo una creciente distinción en los estilos musicales, asociando cada vez más el rock a la cultura de los sectores medios empobrecidos o los sectores populares. Los cambios en la sociedad, el paso del tiempo y la superposición de generaciones han hecho de Luca Prodan un rostro encantado y paradojal que sintetiza las facetas múltiples e inesperadas de la cultura argentina reciente.

KoRn 1996: LIFE IS PEACHY.

LIFE IS PEACHY:
1.- TWIST.
2.- CHI.
3.- LOST.
4.- SWALLOW.
5.- PORNO CREEP.
6.- GOOD GOD.
7.- MR. ROGERS.
8.- K$@!%.
9.- NO PLACE TO HIDE.
10.- WICKED.
11.- A.D.I.D.A.S.
12.- LOWRIDER.
13.- ASS ITCH.
14.- KILL YOU.

1.- TWIST:
Your not rrradat n nat n dapar radat n nat
boonta boo strattateeca mmm dapar rrat da da
techa mobilieta da tisha benta rrrrrach sa bo dimbolieta
fake a bookbag rrrat sometimes in my rr a rrr rrata migma m dapar
rrata sa what a hema da hinta boo rrata sema m dapar
rrrah cha da hida moderayda no herr a sema mader a Nada dame URON!!

Twist
Twist
Twist
Twist

ooon day boo rrata migma mmm dapar rra sema maderaiy
patun moderata a una paygay ner a gi na per rrrrraaa
ha fa simpha ha hayna hayma hayna URON!!

Twist
Twist
Twist

2.- CHI:
Pain!
Buried so fly away
Enter my life of nothing
Sick of the same old thing, so I dig a hole, buried pain (x2)
Hanging so high always
Burying my life so slowly
Sick of the same old thing, so I dig a hole, buried pain (x2)
It opens my mind to feelings
I can't face boredom without something
Sick of the same old thing, so I dig a hole, buried pain (x4)
Me entering my head
Feeling like I'm God
With the world around me
Can't you feel this pain?
Reaming through my heart!
Screaming through my veins!
Nothing I can kill!
Screaming a Lie! Lie! Lie!
Can't you feel this My! Eyes! Out!
Can't you take my heart away
Take my heart, Goodbye
Sick of the same old thing, so I dig a hole, buried pain(x4)
Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! .....

3.- LOST:
Ugh
Why can't I decide, why my feelings I hide?
Always screwing with my mind, a thorn in my spine
Oh Sure, it feels fine, wasting all our time
In the back of my mind, a thorn in my spine
Wait!
See it before my eyes
Why!
Go out that way

Looking all the time, at your face so blind
Feeling uptight, always the same fight
Hey man, now decide, go ahead take your time
Kissing all the time, that thorn in my spine
Wait!
You cannot see my side
Why!
Play yourself out that way
Why!
You and me always hate
Wait!
Weren't you my friend?

The pain in which I could not feel (x8)
Hey man, look inside, know you'll need your own life
Remember me, guy? That thorn in your spine
Waiting all the time, I'm doing mighty fine
Remember me, guy? The thorn in your spine
Wait!
You can't even see my side
Why!
Play yourself out that way
Why!
You and me always hate
Wait!
Weren't you my friend?
Wait! You were my friend (x4)

4.- SWALLOW:
Fuck yes
Whew
Always I'm locked in my head
Know the pain, you don't know what I have had
By now, I'm so for sure
Right now, I am yours
My sorrow (I swallow)
Follow me (Oh Hell no)
It came unknown to me
Paranoid is controlling all of me
Somehow turned so pure
Right now, shit, I'm yours
My sorrow (I swallow)
Follow me (Oh hell no)
Was it me? (I swallow)
Forget me (I don't know)
Oh hell no (x 3)
This thing I follow
The place I'm too scared to fucking go
A freak that I'm sure
A freak that is yours
My sorrow (I swallow)
Follow me (Oh hell no)
Was it me? (I swallow)
Forget me (I don't know)
I swallow (x 2)
Freak
Punk ass sissy, I'm a freak (x 16)

5.- PORNO CREEP:
Pleasant things I feel...

6.- GOOD GOD:
You came into my life
Without a single thing
I gave into your ways
Which left me with nothing

I've given empty smiles
I've dealt with all your games
I wish you'd bet right now
I had to let you win

Won't you get the fuck out of my face, Now!
Won't you get the fuck out of my face, Now!
In the sea of life you're just a minnow
Live your life insecure
Feel the pain of your needles
As they shit into my mind

I scream without a sound
How could you take away
Everything that I was
Made me a fuckin' slave

Your face that I despise
Your heart inside that's gray
I came today to say
You're fucked in every way

Won't you get the fuck out of my face, Now!
Won't you get the fuck out of my face, Now!
In the sea of life you're just a minnow
Live your life insecure
Feel the pain of your needles
As they shit into my mind
You stole my life
Without a sigh
You sucked me dry

Won't you get the fuck out of my face, Now! (x 8)
In the sea of life you're just a minnow
Live your life insecure
Feel the pain of your needles
As they shit into my mind
You stole my life
Without a sigh
You sucked me dry

7.- MR. ROGERS:
Boomerang Soomerang Toomerang (x4)
Time has come to realize
What you are, what you've done inside
Time has come, we'll have something to talk about
I will too

Looking back (Dumb)
Oh now I realize (Old man)
How much you really liked him (Dumb)
This child's mind you terrorized (Old man)
You came to him (Dumb)
He really didn't know your lies (Old man)
Now his innocence gone (Dumb)
He's that child you terrorized (Old man)

This fucking pain that I feel (It came to me from you)
This fucking pain that I feel (Because of you)
My childhood is gone (Because I loved you)
My childhood is gone (Because I loved you)
Be my neighbor

Looking back (Child)
Oh now I now realize (Fucker)
How much you really loved him (Child)
This child's mind you hypnotized (Fucker)

You came to him (Child)
You really didn't know his lies (Fucker)
Now his innocence gone (Child)
I'm that child you terrorized (Fucker)

This fucking hatred I feel (It came to me from you)
This fucking pain that I feel (Because of you)
My childhood is gone (Because I loved you)
My childhood is gone (Because I loved you)
Be my neighbor
Be my neighbor
My neighbor

Fred, you told me everybody was my neighbor
They took advantage of me, you let them take their turns hitting me
I wish I would have never watched you
You really made my childhood a failure
What a fucking neighbor
Fred, you told me everybody was my neighbor
They took advantage of me, you let them take their turns hitting me
I wish I would have never watched you
You really made my childhood a failure
What a fucking neighbor

I hate you (I will too) (x3)
I hate you (x2)
Be my neighbor (x2)
This fucking hatred I feel
This fucking pain that I feel
My childhood is gone
My childhood is gone
This fucking hatred I feel
This fucking pain that I feel
My childhood is gone
My childhood is gone
I will too (x9)

8.- K$@!%:
Fuck you titty suckin' two-bob bitch
With a fat green clit; My big Kohmoto bitch.

Oh shit, fucking ass licking piss sucking cunt,
These nuts on your lips Kentucky fried Kung-Pao clits.

I don’t know what to say?
So what? Don’t give a fuck, man
I don’t know what to say?
So what?

Saggy tits swinging between your fat crusty armpits.
Big ass hairy mole between your pussy lips

Fuck shit cock dick cunt tit barf piss
Balls ass pecker quief oh shit fuck bitch, Damn fucking diarrhea slut with hips...

I don’t know what to say?
So what? Don’t give a fuck, man
I don’t know what to say?
So what?

I have fought to find somethin’ to say
But now I’ve found somethin’ to say

Fuck you
Punk ass bitch
Fuck you
Punk ass bitch

I don’t know what to say?
So what? Don’t give a fuck, man
I don’t know what to say?
So what?

Cunt
Fuck
Shit
Bitch.

9.- NO PLACE TO HIDE:
Ha, ha, ha
I see your faces and I do not understand why
Each time I dream you're standing there right by my side
Why do you make me? You take my pride and in my eyes
You come and rape me, inside

I have no place to run and hide
I have no place to hide, which I like

Some who look at the time I looked back into my life
You want to touch me to see what's in my eyes
Why do you make me? Remember my hate, all this shame
Don't you hate me sometimes?

I have no place to run and hide
I have no place to hide, which I like
I have no place to run, so don't make fun of me (x 7)
I have no place to run

Which I like...I like (x 8)

I have no place to run and hide
I have no place to hide, which I like
I have no place to run and hide
I have no place to hide, which I like

10.- WICKED:
Yo Chuck, we got runnin mixes in the headphones
Ha ha ha! Wicked!
1..2..3 and I come with the wicked style
And you know that I'm from the wicked crew, you act like you knew
But I got everybody jumping to the voodoo you kick it
Wicked rhymes, picket signs, while me and the mob got a trunk full of
9's
Drop and I'll slay ya, bang, bang, birthday for the aya
Ready to Buck! Buck! Buck!
But it's a must to Duck! Duck! Duck!
Before I bust ya
Looking for the one that did it
You want my vote? No, your never gonna get it
Cause I'm the one with the phat mad skills
And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills, Sittin at the pad just
chillin
Larry Parker just got 2 million, Oh what a fucking feeling
Shake that nigger and pass me the peel, and I'll slam dunk it like
Shaquille O'neal
Wicked, Wreck it
Baby, I'll rock that test tube baby, kick it...

'Cause I get wicked! I told 'em not to keep on that fire
Am I wicked? I told 'em to not keep on da fire
Am I wicked? I told not to keep on that fire
But now I'm in your face, so will you keep on dat fire? (WICKED!)

Don't say nothing just listen
Got me a plan to break Tyson out of prison
You going my way you get served
Still got a deuce then I bunny hop the curb
Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never seen with a happy grin
Going flat frown cause I'm down, so take a look around
All you see is big black boots, steppin, use my steel toe as a weapon
And it's awfully quiet, now they want to label this nigger too with a
sticker
But that's nasty, cause I got a body count like Ice Tea
From here to New York, I get them skins and ain't talking about pork
Your sly, your pig, dig
Listen from the flow from a soul flowed caucasion
Ah, your picket
Now you know I was funky as wisdom picket budget talking

'Cause I get wicked! I told 'em not to keep on that fire
Am I wicked? I told 'em to not keep on da fire
Am I wicked? I told not to keep on that fire
But now I'm in your face, so will you keep on dat fire? (WICKED!)

People wanna know how come I got a gat
And I'm sitting at the window like Malcolm
Ready to bring that noise and kinda trigger happy like the Ghetto Boyz
Cause April 29th was power to the people, you'll might just see a
sequel
Cause police got equal hate, A horse is a pig that don't fly straight
I'm doin Daryl Gates, but it's Willie Williams, I'm down with the
pilgrims I'm threw with your picket signs, take this job and stick it, dig
it...

'Cause I get wicked! I told 'em not to keep on that fire
Am I wicked? I told 'em to not keep on da fire
Am I wicked? I told not to keep on that fire
But now I'm in your face, so will you keep on dat fire? (WICKED!)

11.- A.D.I.D.A.S.:
Honestly somehow it always seems that I'm dreaming of
Something I could never be
It doesn't matter to me cause I will always be that pimp that I see in
all
Of my fantasies

I don't know your fucking name, so what let's ....

Screwing may be, the only way that I can truly be free
From my fucked up reality
So I dream and stroke it harder cause it's so fun to see
My face staring back at me

I don't know your fucking name, so what let's fuck

All Day I Dream About Sex
All Day I Dream About Fuckin'
All Day I Dream About Sex, yes
All Day I Dream About Sex, and (x3)
All Day I Dream About Sex, yes
All Day I Dream About Sex (x2)
All Day I Dream About Fuckin'
All Day I Dream About Sex
All Day I Dream About Fuckin'

12.- LOWRIDER:
All my friends
Drive a Low Rider
And a Low Ri
Der is a little lower
Take a little trip (x2)
Take a little trip, you and me
Ah yeah

Oh shit (x2)
Uh yep

13.- ASS ITCH:
I hate writing shit, it is so stupid
What's my problem today? Maybe I'm depressed
Maybe I'm helpless to what comes out my hand
Burn! Pain! Burn! Pain!

I hate writing shit, it is so stupid
Why do I feel this way? Feelings in my head
I'm in way too far, yet it won't go away
Burn! Pain! Burn! Pain!
Before long, my song, is dying (x2)

I hate writing shit, ain't lookin' forward to it
What's fucked up today? Writing all this time
Feeling all that's mine come right out my hand
Burn! Pain! Burn! Pain!
Before long, my song, is dying (x2)

Tell me now, I want to know
Is it me inside you see?
Life isn't fair, I got a little son now set me free
Set me free, It just set me free
It just set me free (x 10)
Before long, my song, is dying (x2)
That's why I'm dying, That's why I try!

14.- KILL YOU:
Living life, don't you cry
My life, pain is God
Many nights, painful thoughts occur
Yell at me again, I'm numb
In denial, I tried to be your friend
I tried to be a good boy
All I see, a hate deep inside
Startle me, someone save me
Now these memories fill my heart
They bury me
All I want to do is kill you
(You are not my real mother, I'll beat and stab and fuck her ) (x4)
Looking back, I was never ever right, you were my step mom
who always wanted me out of your sight
I would come walkin' in and I'd say hello but you'd slap me
And you'd make some fucked up comment about my clothes, but I tried to
let it pass
But the pictures in my head were with you with a knife up your ass
Laying dead, so I popped some more caps in your ass now your son is
not so good
Mother fucking bitch never try to beat me!
You make me lie, it hurt so
All I want to do is kill you (x4)
(You are not my real mother, I'll beat and stab and fuck her ) (x2)
Wish you were dead now
Now, right now
How can I cry over someone I never loved? (x2)
Never loved (x2)

Feliz cumple, So!!!!!!!!!!!

Bueno, bueno, el posteito de hoy va dedicado a una amiga que no conozco de hace mucho, pero que de toque pegamos onda... ella, se llama Sonia. No pasamos mucho tiempo juntos, ni tampoco la conozco tanto, pero lo poco que la conoci me pareció una personita interesante, mas de lo que imaginé. Por esa razón, pienso que sentí las ganas de dedicarte este espacio en mi humilde blog... para las personas que no la conozcan... se lo pierden... pasala lindo y que todos tus deseos se hagan realidad...
Un besaso, nos estamos viendo... ahora te dejo esta poesia que escribí... dedicado a vos.

ESA DORADA FLOR:
Una dorada flor,
Que crece bajo el sol
En un mundo sin amor.
Irradia magia en el viento
Que no la marchita el tiempo
Ni tampoco el dolor.

Sencillez a color,
Que quiere emerjer hoy
En un mundo sin perdón.
Destila alegria a su alrededor
Y una agradable sensación
Cambian tu canción.

Esa dorada flor,
La que te cambia de estación
En un mundo sin corazón.
Que puede desequilibrar tu control
Con un beso te muestra el sol

Jamás dejes de brillar.
Jamás dejes de brillar.

Espero que no lo malinterpretes simplemente fue una simple muestra de cariño chee... perdon por la demora xD jajajaja... un beso lokilla que la pases re joya.

La Soledad y Él.

Nadie comprendia cuan dañino era la soledad para él,
Todos creian que esa sonrisa era genuina y fiel
Pero la tristeza era quien realmente tocaba su piel.
Y finjia, finjia todo el dia
La alegria, la alegria jamas conocio su ser
Y reia, reia tan pero tan bien
Que ironia, ironia de la vida era seguir en pie.

Transito por la vida tan fugazmente sin saber
Que aquel destino se terminaria en un santiamen
Era un deja vuh vivir dia tras dia para el.
Y finjia, finjia todo el dia
La alegria, la alegria jamas conocio su ser
Y reia, reia tan pero tan bien
Que ironia, ironia de la vida era seguir en pie.

No necesitabas finjir de mas.
No debias infrinjir tu moral.
Solo debias mirar mas alla.
Mas alla, mas para alla.

Y finjia, finjia todo el dia
La alegria, la alegria jamas conocio su ser
Y reia, reia tan pero tan bien
Que ironia, ironia de la vida era seguir en pie.

¿Para que vine a este mundo?

De pronto, blanco sobre negro.
Soy tonto, no hay intelecto.
De un coeficiente carente de afecto.

De repente, frio sobre calor.
No hay aparente sentido de amor.
Nacido para autodestruir su propio motor.

Y me preguntas para que vine a este mundo?
Para que vine a este mundo?
Para que vine a este mundo?

De pronto, negro sobre blanco.
Sin fondo en un pozo profundo, caigo.
Se que no soy bueno, pero no soy malo.

De repente, calor sobre frio.
Se q se puede no haber sufrido.
Duele tanto pero tanto haber crecido.

Y me preguntas para que vine a este mundo?
Para que vine a tu mundo?
Para que vine, para que vine?

Hole 1994: LIVE THROUGH THIS.

1.- VIOLET.
2.- MISS WORLD.
3.- PLUMP.
4.- ASKING FOR IT.
5.- JENNIFER'S BODY.
6.- DOLL PARTS.
7.- CREDIT IN THE STRAIGHT WORLD.
8.- SOFTER, SOFTEST.
9.- SHE WALS OVER ME.
10.- I THINK THAT I WOULD DIE.
11.- GUTLESS.
12.- ROCKSTAR.

1.- Violet:
And the sky was made of amethyst
And all the stars were just like little fish
You should learn when to go
You should learn how to say no
Might last a day, yeah
Mine is forever
Might last a day, yeah
Mine is forever
Well they get what they want, and they never want it again
Well they get what they want, and they never want it again
Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to
Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to

And the sky was all violet
I want to give the violent more violets
And I'm the one with no soul
One above and one below
Might last a day, yeah
Mine is forever
Might last a day, yeah
Mine is forever
When they get what they want, and they never want it again
And they get what they want, and they never want it again
Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to
Go on, take everything, take everything, I dare you to
I told you from the start just how this would end
When I get what I want, then I never want it again
Go on take everything, take everything, I want you to
Go on take everything, take everything....

2.- Miss World:
I am the girl you know, can't look you in the eye
I am the girl you know, so sick I cannot try
And I am the one you want, can't look you in the eye
I am the girl, you know I lie, I lie and lie
I'm Miss World, somebody kill me
Kill me pills
No one cares, my friends
My friend
I'm Miss World, watch me break and watch me burn
No one is listening, my friend
Now I've made my bed, I'll lie in it
I've made my bed, I'll die in it
I've made my bed, I'll lie in it
I've made my bed, I'll die in it

Cute girls watch when I eat ether
Suck me under
Maybe forever, my friend
Now I've made my bed, I'll lie in it
I've made my bed, I'll die in it
I've made my bed, I'll cry in it
I've made my bed, I'll lie in it
I am the girl you know, can't look you in the eye.

3.- Plump:
He shakes his damn rattle
Spittle on his bib
But I don't do the dishes, I throw them in the crib
I'm eating you, I'm overfed
Your milk's in my mouth
It makes me sick
Now I've stumbled here
Failed to make it mine
They say I'm plump, but I throw up all the time
I'm eating you, I'm overfed
Your milk's in my mouth
It makes me sick
Do you fake it for me like I
Do you fake it for me like I
Do you fake it for me like I
My baby's in her arms, crawling up her legs
Like a liar at a witch trial
You look good for your age
I'm eating you, I'm overfed
You milk's in my mouth, it makes me sick.

4.- Asking For It:
Everytime that I sell myself to you
I feel a little bit cheaper than I need to
I wiil tear the petals off of you
Rose-red, I will make you tell the truth

Was she asking for it?
Was she asking nice?
Yeah, she was asking for it
Did she ask you twice?

Everytime that I stare into the sun
Angel dust and my dress just comes undone
Everytime that I stare into the sun
Be a model or just look like one
Well I'll rock it to the end
Do you think you can make me do it again?

Was she asking for it?
Was she asking nice?
Yeah, she was asking for it
Did she ask you twice?

If you live through this with me, I swear that I will die for you
And if you live through this with me, I swear that I will die for you

Was she asking for it?
Was she asking nice?
Yeah, she was asking for it
Did she ask you twice?

5.- Jennifer's Body:
I know it, I can feel it
Well, I know it enough to believe it
And I know it, I can't see it
But I know it enough to believe it
Bitter you, bitter me
My better half has bitten me
Bitter you, bitter me
Sleeping with my enemy
Myself
Myself
The pieces of Jennifer's body
Found pieces of Jennifer's body
Found pieces of Jennifer's body
Just relax, just relax, just go to sleep
Just relax, just relax, just go to sleep

You're hungry, but I'm starving
He cuts you down from the tree
He keeps you in a box by the bed
Alive, but just barely
He said, 'I'm your lover, I'm your friend'
I'm pure and he hits me again
With a bullet, number one, kill the family, save the son
Himself
Himself
The pieces of Jennifer's body
Found pieces of Jennifer's body
Found pieces of Jennifer's body
Just relax, just relax, just go to sleep
Just relax, just relax, just go to sleep

6.- Doll Parts:
I am doll eyes
Doll mouth, doll legs
I am doll arms, big veins, dog bait
Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, they really do
Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, but I do too
I want to be the girl with the most cake
I love him so much it just turns to hate
I fake it so real, I am beyond fake
And someday, you will ache like I ache
Someday, you will ache like I ache

I am doll parts
Bad skin, doll heart
It stands for knife
For the rest of my life
Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, they really do
Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, but I do, too
I want to be the girl with the most cake
He only loves those things because he loves to see them break
I fake it so real, I am beyond fake
And someday, you will ache like I ache
Someday you will ache like I ache

7.- Credit in The Straight World:
And I will awake
Your highness- I'm so high I cannot walk
And I will awake
You cripple, you take away my time, my peace, my empathy
No babies sleep on atrophy
Your unborn love and fetal's dree
My bitter [ ] legless caress

Go for credit in the straight world
Look a dealer in the eye
Go for credit in the real world, won't you try?
I got some credit in the straight world
I lost a leg, I lost an eye
Go for credit in the real world you will die
It's the credit in the straight world
Leave your money when you die
Lots of credit in the straight world gets you high
I got some credit in the straight world
I lost a leg, I lost an eye
Go for credit in the real world, you will die.

8.- Softer, Softest:
I tell you everything
And I hope that you won't tell on me
And I'd give you anything
And I know that you won't tell on me
Pee-girl gets the belt
It only makes me cry
And all your milk is sour
And I can only cry
And I can only cower
And I can only cry
You have all the power

I've got a blister from
Touching everything I see
The abyss opens up
It steals everything from me
Pee-girl gets the belt
The old milk makes me mind
Your milk is so sick
Your milk has a dye
Your milk is so sick
Your milk has a dick

Burn the witch, the witch is dead
Burn the witch, burn the witch
Just bring me back her head
Pee-girl gets the belt
The old milk makes me mind
Your milk is so mean
Your milk turns to mine
Your milk turns to cream.

9.- She Walks Over Me:
Geeks do not have pedigrees
Or perfect punk-rock resumes
Or anorexic magazines
It smells like girl, it smells like girl
She walks over me
She walks over me

Hold you close like
My ever pressing suicide
My stupid fuck, my blushing bride
Oh, tear my heart out, tear my heart out
She walks over me
She walks over me
I shut my mouth with glue
I gotta use the rest for
Yeah, I gotta shut my mouth with glue

I gotta use the rest of
Carrie, Carrie
Please come here
Don't you touch me, don't you dare
We look the same, we talk the same, we are the same, we are the same
She walks over me
She walks over me
I shut my mouth with glue
I gotta use the rest
Yeah, I gotta shut my mouth with glue
I gotta use the rest

You never know what you will get
You never know what you'll forget
She walks over me
She walks over me

10.- I Think That I Would Die:
I'm stupid
I'm smarting
I'm stupid
I'm smarting
I want my baby, where is the baby
I want my baby
Who took my baby
Rose white and rose red, roses in my bed
Rose white, rose red
Yeah, yeah
I want some
Yeah, yeah
There is none
I want my baby, where is the baby
I want my baby, where is the baby
There is no milk
There is no milk

Rose white and rose red, roses in my head
Rose white and rose red
She lost all her innocence
Gave into a an absess
She lost all her innocence
She said, 'I am not a feminist.'
Yes, not
fuck you
There is no milk
There is no milk

11.- Gutless:
All my friends are embryionic
All my friends are dead and gone
All my friends are microscopic
All my friends wake up alone

Girl germs eat your little virus
Revolution come and die
Will you lead us into virus
Sleep with me, wake up alive

Gutless
You're gutless
You're gutless
You're gutless

You can try to suck me dry
But there's nothing left to suck
Just you try to hold me down
Come on, try to shut me up

Step and fetch, grease my hips
I don't even have to part
I don't really miss God
But I sure miss Santa Clause

Gutless
You're gutless
Gutless
Your untrust

12.- Rock Star:
When I went to school
When I went to school
When I went to school in Olympia.
Everyone's the same
What do you do with a revolution?
When I went to school in Olympia
And everyone's the same
We look the same
We talk the same
Well don't you please make me real- fuck you
Make me sick- fuck you
Make me real- fuck you

When I went to school in Olympia
Everyone's the same
And so are you, in Olympia
Everyone's the same
We look the same
We talk the same
We even fuck the same
When I went to school in Olympia
Don't you please make me real, come on
Make me sick- come on
Make me real- yeah yeah

Do it for the kids
Do it for the kids
Do it
Do it for the kids