lunes, enero 25, 2010

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

domingo, enero 10, 2010

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.
Happiness is a Warm Gun
beatles - White Album 1968

miércoles, enero 06, 2010


¿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?

o nunca?