Tuesday, January 17, 2006


Aiti y Pec Londrak 2003
Corté a Car.
Taken by Rapous.

La vida a veces es extremadamente aburrida, pero he comprado fresones de Huelva.
Me he encontrado a Wet en un autobús lleno. Mola ir con Wet en un autobús lleno porque siempre quiere sentarse y tu parte solidaria cede-tu-asiento-al-prójimo se ve forzada a desaparecer. Supongo que es una de las top 10 personas con las que más veces he ido en el autobús. Aquella abuela y su nieta que iban cada mañana en el 51 a Los Sauces deben ser el top 2. Molaría saber esas cosas. Aunque sean una extrema estupidez.
Hoy ponen el Comi, me veré obligada a pausar el Ala. Ratas.
Bueno, pues eso va a ser todo. Regálenme un Aviar nuevo. Yo lo pago, sólo no quiero ir a comprarlo.


I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown
Well what am I to do?
I know all the things around your head and what they do to you
What are we coming to?
What are we gonna do?

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home

The troubled words of a troubled mind I try to understand what is eating you
I try to stay awake but its 58 hours since that I last slept with you
What are we coming to?
I just don't know anymore

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home

I get on the train and I just stand about now that I don't think of you
I keep falling over I keep passing out when I see a face like you
What am I coming to?
I'm gonna melt down

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home
This is killing me
This is killing me


Wow, canción dedicada a Car, y me he dado cuenta después de ponerla.

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