this picture..

farewell my beloved girl
forbidden snowflake
beware this troubled world
watch out for earthquakes
goodbye to open sores
to the broken centre floor
you know i miss you,
i miss your picture

farewell my beloved girl
angelic fruitcake
beware this troubled world
control your intake
goodbye to open sores
goodbye and furthermore
you know i miss you
i miss your picture

i hang on
and though i try
you're gone

farewell my beloved girl
exotic flowerbud
beware this troubled world
beware of stupid idiots
goodbye to open sores
to cuddling aimlessly
you know i miss you
i miss your picture...

..never will forgive you, never leave you
you know that if you live like, you will die like
how can i erase your pain and aid you
when death wants to kiss you
and you want to kiss it back...

Du bist meine Schwäche

We all have a weakness; some of ours are easy to identify. Look me in the eye and ask for forgiveness - we'll make a pact to never speak that word again. Yes, you are my friend. We all have something that digs at us - at least we dig each other... So when weakness turns my ego up, I know you'll count on the me from yesterday! If I turn into another dig me up from under what is covering the better part of me. Sing this song, remind me that we'll always have each other when everything else is gone...

We all have a sickness that cleverly attaches and multiplies, no matter how we try. We all have someone that digs at us - at least we dig each other... So when sickness turns my ego up, I know you'll act as a clever medicine if I turn into another - you'll dig me up from under what is covering the better part of me. Sing this song! Remind me that we'll always have each other when everything else is gone!

..Each other! When everything else is gone...

I turn into another! - dig me up from under what is covering the better part of me. Sing this song, remind me that we'll always have each other when everything else is gone! Each other when everything else is gone...

LACUNA COIL

Muy bueno!
Lástima que los putos de Edesur/Edenor cortaron la luz, atrasando el inicio del recital DOS HORAS Y MEDIA =S

En fin, cosas que pasan. Quizás, podrían haber sacado un par de las bandas-soporte, porque CUATRO fue excesivo, teniendo en cuenta el retraso general.

Más allá de esos detalles, muy bueno!



Me gustó mucho la segunda banda soporte. Empezó muy death metal, y con cantante mujer, pero ni bien entramos noté tres detalles: 1) el bajista tenía el pelo y la actitud de Twiggy; 2) el guitarrista usaba el gorro ese militar/whatever que solía usar Manson; y 3) los colores y diseños de la ropa eran muy Manson, todo en rojo y negro. De hecho, muy copados los efectos mansonescos de sintetizadores, y sobre todo, que hayan covereado "Antichrist Superstar".

G

i can't stop
i can't breathe
i can't think
i'm in love again
i don't need
i don't eat
i don't sleep
i'm in love again

oh, and every time i heard you breathe
i sighed..
oh, and every time i saw you bleed
i cried
love is like a song
and if you sing
if you ever need me
i'll be there, in a while

i can't stop
i can't breathe
i can't think
i'm in love again
i don't need
i don't eat
i don't sleep
i'm in love again

oh, and every time that i'm with you
i'm alive
oh, and every time i think of you
there's a light

and i felt it, too
in my heart is a spring
is a well, if you need
if you drink, if you heal
then i'm leavin'
every little part of me as a part of you

i can't stop
i can't breathe
i can't think
i'm in love again
i don't need
i don't eat
i don't sleep
i'm in love again
i can't stop
i can't breathe
i can't think
i'm in love again
i don't need
i don't eat
i don't sleep
i'm in love again
the boy, the boy's in love
the boy, the boy's in love
the boy, the boy's in love
the boy, the boy's in love

updates II

Volvió G

ridículo

Hoy me robaron el celular. Estaba escuchando el iPod por la calle, en un semáforo, y un flaco me agarra de atrás y me pone algo puntiagudo en el cuello. Me empieza a decir que le dé todo, a lo que me negué, y me empieza a pedir $$$, que no le iba a dar, por lo que le dije "soltame las manos y te doy el celular". El pibe no me soltaba, por lo que con un poco de fuerza, saqué el celular (sino, quizás habría terminado distinto el encuentro), le saqué el chip, y se lo di.

Me empujó un cacho y salió corriendo.
Avisé en mi casa que me lo afanaron, no sea que me hicieran secuestro-exprés y toda esa bola. Pero de acá llamaron y bloquearon el aparato. El problema es que no era mi aparato el que se llevaron! Era el de G. Por lo que ahora, a ella le bloquearon el aparato - que era el mío!


Ironicamente, el celular nunca dejó de funcionar, por lo que queda en evidencia que vos llamás y les contás del robo y los flacos se lo pasan bien por el orto.