Even some

I'm sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth

I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of Tricky Dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope

I'm sick to death of seeing things
From tight-lipped, condescending, mama's little chauvinists
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth now

I've had enough of watching scenes
Of schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac, prima-donnas
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth

John Lennon
Just Gimme Some Truth Imagine
1971!

Manual de invencibilidad

When I hold you in my arms

And I feel my finger on your trigger

I know no one can do me no harm

Because happiness is a warm gun

Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is

Happiness is a warm gun.

Lennon/McCartney

Happiness is a Warm Gun

beatles - White Album 1968

Ineludibles

¿Beatles o Rolling Stones?

¿Perros o gatos?

¿Coche o moto?

¿Nikon o Canon?

¿Metro o autobús?

¿Vinilo o MP3?

¿Letras o ciencias?

¿Mac o PC?

¿Oriente u occidente?

¿Gasolina o diésel?

¿Vivir o sobrevivir?

¿Falda o pantalón?

¿Nudista o textil?

¿Escalera o ascensor?

¿Analógico o digital?

¿Color o blanco y negro?

¿A mano o a máquina?

¿Ahora

o nunca?