Putrustrus

He subido un munté de fotos. Podeis insultarme por haceros usar tanto la ruedecita del raton o agradecerme por haberos enseñado mis (mejores?) fotos. En cuanto a esto... lo mismo, quitando lo de las fotos.

Cosas para leer en caso de aburrimiento.La mayor parte del contenido está sacado de mi viejo fotolog (xD)

Don't be afraid of the man on the moon, it's only me.

No-one hates better than us.

It's only forever... not long at all.

"Heathenism is a state of mind. You can take it that I'm referring to one who does not see his world. He has no mental light. He destroys almost unwittingly. He cvannot feel any Gods presence in his life. He is the 21st century man."

David Bowie

Blossom gold between the teeth
Stonewashed jeans and bloody knees
Chicken and fox in the tall, tall grass
Better run fast or they'll get your ass
Evil uncle dangles you
By your skinny white ankles
The normal kids throw sticks at me
We eat popcorn and watch TV
Their mom smokes cigarettes
Wears short shorts, smoking nicorette
Voice high-pitched and unspirit-like
CocoRosie - Spirit Lake

The parasites will love you when you’re dead
La la la, la la
Hiding all the rattles in the bed
La la la, la la
Come crawling in
With bulging eyes
Now I can see
There’s a bad moon on the rise

Sparklehorse - Weird Sisters

"It's sad to think what the state of rock n' roll would be in 20 years from now. It just seems like when rock n' roll is dead, the whole world's gonna explode..." - Kurt Cobain, aprox. 1992

At sunrise the monkeys will fly.

Sparklehorse - Eye Pennies

Time ain't gonna cure you, honey, time don't give a shit.

The Kills - Tape Song

Blood in the streets runs a river of sadness
Blood in the streets it's up to my thigh
The river runs down the legs of the city
The women are crying red rivers of weeping.

The Doors - Peace Frog

And its whispered that soon
If we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.

Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven

Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light
To chase a feather in the wind
Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight
There moves a thread that has no end.
For many hours and days that pass ever soon
the tides have caused the flame to dim
At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom
Is this to end or just begin?

Led Zeppelin - All My Love

Quick, let's leave, before the lights come on.. 'cos then you don't have to see what you've done.

Arctic Monkeys - Leave Before the Lights Come On

Everything's in order in a black hole.

Arctic Monkeys - Fluorescent Adolescent

Take all your problems
And rip 'em apart,
Carry them off
In a shopping cart...
The White Stripes - Little Acorns

En el paraíso terrenal, en el día luminoso en que las flores fueron creadas, y antes de que Eva fuese tentada por la serpiente, el maligno espíritu se acercó a la más linda rosa nueva en el momento en que ella tendía, a la caricia del celeste sol, la roja virginidad de sus labios.
- Eres bella.
- Lo soy -dijo la rosa.
- Bella y feliz -prosiguió el diablo-. Tienes el color, la gracia y el aroma. Pero...
- ¿Pero?
- No eres útil. ¿No miras esos árboles llenos de bellotas? Esos, además de ser frondosos, dan alimento a muchedumbres de seres animados que se detienen bajo sus ramas. Rosa, ser bella es poco.
La rosa, entonces, deseó la utilidad de tal modo que hubo palidez en su púrpura.
Pasó el buen Dios después del alba siguiente.
- Padre -dijo aquella princesa floral, temblando en su perfumada belleza-, ¿queréis hacerme útil?
- Sea, hija mía- contestó el Señor, sonriendo.
Y entonces el mundo vio la primera col.

Rubén Darío, "Por favor, sea breve"

And what a nice day for a murder
You call yourself a killer but the only thing that you're killing is your time
There's nothing absurder
A bird is just a burden
To your heart your soul your body spirit and mind

Babyshambles - Lost Art Of Murder

So I ran with the devil
Left a trail of excuses,
Like a stone on the water,
The elements decide my fate
Watch it go...
The Killers - Bling (Confessions Of A King)

Oh Santa
I’ve been waiting on you
That’s funny kid
Because I’ve been coming for you
Oh Santa
I’ve been killing just for fun
Well the party’s over kid
Because I
Because I got a bullet in my gun
A bullet in your what?
Santa’s got a bullet in his gun
You know it, Santa’s got a bullet in his gun
The Killers - Don't Shoot Me Santa

All I want is everything
Am I asking too much?
All I want is everything
Like the feel of your touch
But all I have are yesterdays
Tomorrow never comes

Def Leppard - All I Want Is Everything

'Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
Where they’re far more suited than here
Death Cab For Cutie - Soul Meets Body

And then my mirror speaks with irreverence
Like a soldier I can't command
It sees a child in the body of a full-grown man
And he's a man who hides from all that binds
And a mess of fading lines
Death Cab For Cutie - My Mirror Speaks

The drunk kids, the catholics,
They're all about the same.
They're waiting for something,
Hoping to be saved.
Bright Eyes - Drunk Kid Catholic

You start a conversation you can't seem to finish it
You're talkin' a lot but you're not sayin' anything
When I have nothing to say my lips are sealed
Say something once why say it again.
Talking Heads - Psycho Killer

Maybe we didn't understand
Not just a boy and a girl
It's just the end of the world
The Cure - The End Of The World

So close to dying that I finally can start living.

Bright Eyes - An Attempt To Tip The Scales

“El chico despertó a las dos horas, con el cuerpo dolorido. Las manchas de su ropa atestiguaban el impactante episodio de las ciénagas.
-Me duele todo -se quejó incorporándose.
Beatrice, erguida como una efigie, sonrió.
-Disfruta de eso. El dolor es una sensación maravillosa, confirma que estás vivo.”

David Lozano, "La Puerta Oscura"

He says the choices were given, now you must live them, or just not live... (But do you want that?)

Bright Eyes - Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh