Friday, December 30, 2005

Head, Shoulders...

December 30, 2005

Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes,
Knees and Toes
Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes,
Knees and Toes
And Eyes and Ears and Mouth and Nose
Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes

--or--

Kichwa,
Bega,
Goti, vidore
Goti, vidore
Kichwa,
Bega,
Goti, vidore
Goti, vidore
Macho, sikio, pua, mdomo
Kichwa,
Bega,
Goti, vidore
Goti, vidore
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Wednesday, November 09, 2005

William Ernest Henley’s "Invictus"

November 09, 2005

William Ernest Henley’s "Invictus"
OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
5
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
10
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
15
I am the captain of my soul.

Friday, November 04, 2005

Waitin' For A Superman--The Flaming Lips

November 04, 2005

The Flaming Lips Lyrics
Waitin' For A Superman (Is It Gettin' Heavy?)
Asked you a question
I didn't need you to reply
Is it gettin' heavy?
But they'll realize
Is it gettin' heavy?
Well I thought it was already as heavy
As can be
Is it overwhelming
To use a crane to crush a fly?
It's a good time for Superman
To lift the sun into the sky
'Cause it's gettin' heavy
Well I thought it was already as heavy
As can be
Tell everybody
Waitin' for Superman
That they should try to hold on
Best they can
He hasn't dropped them
Forgot them
Or anything
It's just too heavy for Superman to lift
Is it gettin' heavy?
Well I thought it was already as heavy as can be.
Tell everybody
Waitin' for Superman
That they should try to hold on
Best they can
He hasn't dropped them
Forgot them
Or anything
It's just too heavy for Superman to lift
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Monday, October 24, 2005

"Peanut-Butter Sandwich" by Shel Silverstein

"Peanut-Butter Sandwich"
by Shel Silverstein (1932-1999)

I'll sing you a story of a silly young king
Who played with the world at the end of a string,
But he only loved one single thing --
And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.
His scepter and his royal gowns,
His regal throne and golden crowns
Were brown and sticky from the mounds
And drippings from each peanut-butter sandwich.

His subjects all were silly fools
For he had passed a royal rule
That all that they could learn in school
Was how to make a peanut-butter sandwich.

He would not eat his sovereign steak,
He scorned his soup and kingly cake,
And told his courtly cook to bake
An extra-sticky peanut-butter sandwich.

And then one day he took a bite
And started chewing with delight,
But found his mouth was stuck quite tight
From that last bite of peanut-butter sandwich.

His brother pulled, his sister pried,
The wizard pushed, his mother cried,
"My boy's committed suicide
From eating his last peanut-butter sandwich!"

The dentist came, and the royal doc.
The royal plumber banged and knocked,
But still those jaws stayed tightly locked.
Oh darn that sticky peanut-butter sandwich!

The carpenter, he tried with pliers,
The telephone man tried with wires,
The firemen, they tried with fire,
But couldn't melt that peanut-butter sandwich.

With ropes and pulleys, drills and coil,
With steam and lubricating oil --
For twenty years of tears and toil --
They fought that awful peanut-butter sandwich.

Then all his royal subjects came.
They hooked his jaws with grapplin' chains
And pulled both ways with might and main
Against that stubborn peanut-butter sandwich.

Each man and woman, girl and boy
Put down their ploughs and pots and toys
And pulled until kerack! Oh, joy --
They broke right through that peanut-butter sandwich.

A puff of dust, a screech, a squeak --
The king's jaw opened with a creak.
And then in voice so faint and weak --
The first words that they heard him speak
Were, "How about a peanut-butter sandwich?"
October 24, 2005

Saturday, October 22, 2005

R. Frost's “Good fences make good neighbours.”

Robert Frost (1874–1963). North of Boston. 1915.

2. Mending Wall


SOMETHING there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing: 5

I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made, 10

But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go. 15

To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
“Stay where you are until our backs are turned!”
We wear our fingers rough with handling them. 20

Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across 25

And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, “Good fences make good neighbours.”
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
“Why do they make good neighbours? Isn’t it 30

Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, 35

That wants it down.” I could say “Elves” to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed. 40

He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, “Good fences make good neighbours.”
October 22, 2005

Monday, October 10, 2005

Ambicion Eterna

Ambicion Eterna - Thievery Corporation


Amor No tengas miedo amor
La vida es dura pero no es cruel
No creas todo lo que tu ves
Que solo el miedo quieren meter
Mi amor me dicen que debo hacer
Muchas preguntas sin responder
La vida nos pone pruebas
Yo solo se
Todo es producto de un ambicion
Que nunca se saciara
Y si las cosas van mal
No pierdas nunca tu fe
Despues de la tormenta viene la calma,
Tu ves, detras de esa oscuridad
Siempre hay una claridad,
Esa luz de esperanza que siempre esta
No dejes, que la intranquilidad
Te quite el sueno o libertad,
La vida tiena que continuar
Lo que pasara, solo el sabra
Mi amor me dice de una ambicion
Que nunca se saciara!
Y si las cosas van mal,
No pierdas nunca tu fe
Despues de la tormenta viene la calma, tu ves
Detras de esa oscuridad
Siempre hay una claridad
October 08, 2005

Saturday, October 08, 2005

ME gustas cuando callas de Pablo Neruda

neruda
ME gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,
y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.
Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma
emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía.
Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma,
y te pareces a la palabra melancolía.
Me gustas cuando callas y estás como distante.
Y estás como quejándote, mariposa en arrullo.
Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:
déjame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.
Déjame que te hable también con tu silencio
claro como una lámpara, simple como un anillo.
Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.
Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.
Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente.
Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.
Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.
Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.

--Pablo Neruda
October 08, 2005

ME gustas cuando callas de Pablo Neruda

neruda
ME gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,
y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.
Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma
emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía.
Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma,
y te pareces a la palabra melancolía.
Me gustas cuando callas y estás como distante.
Y estás como quejándote, mariposa en arrullo.
Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:
déjame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.
Déjame que te hable también con tu silencio
claro como una lámpara, simple como un anillo.
Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.
Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.
Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente.
Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.
Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.
Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.

--Pablo Neruda
October 08, 2005

Monday, September 26, 2005

HACE FALTA Q TE DIGA



October 26, 2005
HACE FALTA Q TE DIGA

QUE ME MUERO POR TENER ALGO CONTIGO?
ES QUE NO TE HAS DADO CUENTA
DE LO MUCHO QUE ME CUESTA SER TU AMIGO?

YA NO PUEDO ACERCARME A TU BOCA
SIN DESEÁRTELA DE UNA MANERA LOCA,
NECESITO CONTROLAR TU VIDA,
SABER QUIÉN TE BESA Y QUIÉN TE ABRIGA...

HACE FALTA QUE TE DIGA
QUE ME MUERO POR TENER ALGO CONTIGO?
ES QUE NO TE HAS DADO CUENTA
DE LO MUCHO QUE ME CUESTA SER TU AMIGO?

YA NO PUEDO CONTINUAR ESPIANDO
DÍA Y NOCHE TU LLEGAR ADIVINANDO
YA NO Sé CON QUÉ INOCENTE EXCUSA
PASAR POR TU CASA... OH

YA ME QUEDAN MUY POCOS CAMINOS
Y AUNQUE PUEDA PARECERTE UN DESATINO
NO QUISIERA YO MORIRME SIN TENER ALGO CONTIGO.


HACE FALTA QUE TE DIGA
QUE ME MUERO POR TENER ALGO CONTIGO?
¿ES QUE NO TE HAS DADO CUENTA
DE LO MUCHO QUE ME CUESTA SER TU AMIGO?

YA NO PUEDO ACERCARME A TU BOCA
SIN DESEÁRTELA DE UNA MANERA LOCA,
NECESITO CONTROLAR TU VIDA,
SABER QUIÉN TE BESA Y QUIÉN TE ABRIGA...

YA ME QUEDAN MUY POCOS CAMINOS
Y AUNQUE PUEDA PARECERTE UN DESATINO
NO QUISIERA YO MORIRME SIN TENER ALGO CONTIGO

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