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que salta desde el sahara hasta el foro&lt;br /&gt;y escupe por los poros puñales de mi generacion&lt;br /&gt;esas que adoro y que gritan cada calle mis canciones tambien mira mi voz&lt;br /&gt;el africano que palpiza tus playas en verano con rejoles de mano y alfombras que no quieres pisar&lt;br /&gt;todo es en bano mis rimas no las puedes parar llega encestando tu dial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inmigrante soy hoy por hoy en tu moda en tu popa enterna vivo en tu sopa boba&lt;br /&gt;inmigrante boy yo me boy a tu moda tu mosa sin espirino,&lt;br /&gt;inmigrante soy hoy por hoy en tu moda en tu popa enterna vivo en tu sopa boba&lt;br /&gt;inmigrante boy yo me boy a tu moda tu mosa sin estilo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el cubano, hoy emeci un cubano que no me das la mano porque e sido colonbiano, papi, ecuatoriano inbadiendo los espacios de los que me asecharon, patearon,prueba mi chile mejicano e, como albrasar los labios latino americano power rumba inmigrante en tu radio me muero como el agua en tus espacios con un grito gitano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inmigrante soy hoy por hoy en tu moda en tu popa enterna vivo en tu sopa boba&lt;br /&gt;inmigrante boy yo me boy a tu moda tu mosa sin espirino,&lt;br /&gt;inmigrante soy hoy por hoy en tu moda en tu popa enterna vivo en tu sopa boba&lt;br /&gt;inmigrante boy yo me boy a tu moda tu mosa sin estilo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nunca dibujaste una sonrisa para mi, nunca me ayudaste a sobrevivir,&lt;br /&gt;nunca me miraste, nunca me besaste, nunca me abrazaste, siempre me inoraste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(....) indio, ese grito de libertad argentino o el corrido de mi mejico lindo&lt;br /&gt;salvatrucha nicacatraciosunidos ni la furia española de un quejido..inmigranteeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inmigrante boy,(6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oye inmigrante el mundo te quiere &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-2952950900341264507</id><published>2008-06-17T13:24:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:34:21.545+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assalto'/><title type='text'>Me Quemas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me Quemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dime quién eres,&lt;br /&gt;por dónde paras,&lt;br /&gt;dime quién te acompaña.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rozas piel con piel mientras le agarras,&lt;br /&gt;me tocas mientras le hablas,&lt;br /&gt;tus dedos rompen mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;Bailas aunque estés aquí parada&lt;br /&gt;y aunque escondas la cara&lt;br /&gt;se que algún día serás mía,&lt;br /&gt;mía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me quemas cuando bailas,&lt;br /&gt;un poquito de azúcar pa esta boca amargá ah ah,&lt;br /&gt;me matas cuando estiras tus piernas caprochosas&lt;br /&gt;y te largas sin más.Come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebo tus sombras, mastico tu alma,&lt;br /&gt;sabes bien que él te adora pero tú no le amas,&lt;br /&gt;pegas tus silencios a mi espalda,&lt;br /&gt;mueves, rozas y callas,&lt;br /&gt;eres gata que acaricia.&lt;br /&gt;Rezo pa no verte la mirada,&lt;br /&gt;pa que esperes ahí callada&lt;br /&gt;el momento de ser mía, mía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me quemas cuando bailas,&lt;br /&gt;un poquito de azúcar pa esta boca amargá ah ah,&lt;br /&gt;me enciendes cuando miras&lt;br /&gt;y te acercas al oído pero no quieres ná.&lt;br /&gt;Dibujas cuando hablas,&lt;br /&gt;con esas brochas gordas qué fácil es pintar ah ah,&lt;br /&gt;me matas cuando estiras tus piernas caprichosas&lt;br /&gt;y te largas sin más.Come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El sabroso licor de tus labios, vuélveme a tocar.&lt;br /&gt;Tus pestañas me acarician la cara,&lt;br /&gt;tus cuchillos me rozan al oído,&lt;br /&gt;tus susurros me abrasan las entrañas,&lt;br /&gt;¿De qué te extrañas si me excito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me quemas cuando bailas,&lt;br /&gt;un poquito de azúcar pa esta boca amargá ah ah,&lt;br /&gt;me enciendes cuando miras&lt;br /&gt;y te acercas al oído pero no quieres ná.&lt;br /&gt;Dibujas cuando hablas,&lt;br /&gt;con esas brochas gordas qué fácil es pintar ah ah,&lt;br /&gt;me matas cuando estiras tus piernas caprichosas&lt;br /&gt;y te largas sin más. Come on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-2952950900341264507?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/2952950900341264507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=2952950900341264507' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/2952950900341264507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/2952950900341264507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-quemas.html' title='Me Quemas'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-8466324065027111839</id><published>2008-06-17T13:24:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:33:57.430+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assalto'/><title type='text'>Paloma Sigue Llorando</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paloma Sigue Llorando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Con minusculas se escribe,&lt;br /&gt;son de hielo y se derrite&lt;br /&gt;en esas conferencias yermas&lt;br /&gt;donde se tratan las paspas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ellos es que repiten,&lt;br /&gt;sus errores no dimiten&lt;br /&gt;y permiten que fracase la palabra una vez mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que las balas justifiquen&lt;br /&gt;y que las palmas repiquen,&lt;br /&gt;resuene otro aplauso&lt;br /&gt;de la industria militar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millones de ojos tenemos&lt;br /&gt;aunque nos callemos.&lt;br /&gt;El dia que menos lo esperes&lt;br /&gt;nos levantaremooooos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida vale porque&lt;br /&gt;es una viiiiiiiida.&lt;br /&gt;Tu vida no vale&lt;br /&gt;mas que la miiiiiia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-8466324065027111839?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/8466324065027111839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=8466324065027111839' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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bold;"&gt;Apache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Señales de humo te hago&lt;br /&gt;Y la pipa de la paz yo me fumo&lt;br /&gt;Pa’ calmarme si no estas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apache, un pelo negro de azabache&lt;br /&gt;La luna, busca un hueco entre la espuma&lt;br /&gt;De las nubes pa’ alumbrarte&lt;br /&gt;Y caminas entre las colinas, y me miras, me miras&lt;br /&gt;Con tus ojos de cristal y como brillan, que brilla&lt;br /&gt;La vela de tu sonrisa pues esconde tu sombra en la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;Y no te veo, pero te vuelvo a llamar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señales de humo te hago&lt;br /&gt;Y la pipa de la paz yo me fumo&lt;br /&gt;Pa’ calmarme si no estas&lt;br /&gt;Me late, retumbo, me explota el corazón y&lt;br /&gt;Arde al segundo si esos ojos me vuelven a rozar&lt;br /&gt;Los besos de la paz no se compran matando y matando…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apache, con tus pieles de mapache&lt;br /&gt;Tus plumas, van devorando herraduras&lt;br /&gt;de ese caballo salvaje.&lt;br /&gt;Te giras desde la colina y me miras , me miras&lt;br /&gt;Con tus ojos de cristal y como brillan, que brilla&lt;br /&gt;La vela de tu sonrisa pues esconde tu sombra en la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;Y no te veo, pero te vuelvo a llamar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señales de humo te hago&lt;br /&gt;Y la pipa de la paz yo me fumo&lt;br /&gt;Pa’ calmarme si no estas&lt;br /&gt;Me late, retumbo, me explota el corazón y&lt;br /&gt;Arde al segundo si esos ojos me vuelven a rozar&lt;br /&gt;Los besos de la paz no se compran matando y matando…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aunque el serif siga hablando a balazos, zancadillas y tortazos&lt;br /&gt;Yo te agarro del brazo y te saco a bailar&lt;br /&gt;En un planeta de borrachos, vaqueros bien armados&lt;br /&gt;Que nos cazan al lazo condenados a mirar y no te veo&lt;br /&gt;Pero te vuelvo a llamar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señales de humo te hago&lt;br /&gt;Y la pipa de la paz yo me fumo&lt;br /&gt;Pa’ calmarme si no estas&lt;br /&gt;Me late, retumbo, me explota el corazón y&lt;br /&gt;Arde al segundo si esos ojos me vuelven a rozar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y saco el hacha de guerra por un beso de esos labios&lt;br /&gt;Le declaro la guerra a un chulo cowboy tejano&lt;br /&gt;Y pa’ chula mi lengua que te escupe por bastardo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los besos de la paz no se compran &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-7886385337536530721?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/7886385337536530721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=7886385337536530721' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/7886385337536530721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/7886385337536530721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/apache.html' title='Apache'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-5237718386855426857</id><published>2008-06-17T13:24:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:32:53.759+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assalto'/><title type='text'>No Te Lloraré</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Te Lloraré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No te lloraré en esta noche caliente, no te lloraré&lt;br /&gt;Aunque te veo entre la gente, no, no te llamaré&lt;br /&gt;Todo ya es diferente, no te lloraré&lt;br /&gt;Tu lengua de serpiente miente&lt;br /&gt;Yo…no te lloraré!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mueve, de mi deseo bebes, el orgullo alimenta&lt;br /&gt;porque sabes que me tienes&lt;br /&gt;Te acercas y me hueles feromonas en las pieles&lt;br /&gt;y yo no plinpineo dime usted que quieres,&lt;br /&gt;maldita tú eres entre todas las mujeres&lt;br /&gt;tiras una…y mientras tanto me entretienes&lt;br /&gt;guasona ladrona reina de los cu ladronas&lt;br /&gt;te vas pero siempre vuelves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olvídate de eso no no olvídate&lt;br /&gt;de eso no no olvídate de eso&lt;br /&gt;Y guárdate las lágrimas que hay sequía&lt;br /&gt;Olvídate de eso no no olvídate&lt;br /&gt;de eso no no olvídate de eso&lt;br /&gt;Gualcallaooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te lloraré en esta noche caliente, no te lloraré&lt;br /&gt;Aunque te veo entre la gente, no, no te llamaré&lt;br /&gt;Todo ya es diferente, no te lloraré&lt;br /&gt;Tu lengua de serpiente miente&lt;br /&gt;Yo…no te lloraré!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calla te acercas y me bailas me clavas tu&lt;br /&gt;mirada en cuando me volteo te… en la falda&lt;br /&gt;Anda con demacraba no escupes ni palabra me&lt;br /&gt;hundes tus colmillos hasta el fondo de mi alma&lt;br /&gt;maldita tu cama al despertar por la mañana&lt;br /&gt;y todas las noches que dormiste acompañada&lt;br /&gt;gozabas te daban reina de las puñaladas&lt;br /&gt;porque coño no me llamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olvídate de eso no no olvídate de&lt;br /&gt;eso no no olvídate de eso&lt;br /&gt;Y guárdate las lagrimas que hay sequía&lt;br /&gt;Olvídate de eso no no olvídate de&lt;br /&gt;eso no no olvídate de eso&lt;br /&gt;Gualcallaooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te lloraré en esta noche caliente, no te lloraré&lt;br /&gt;aunque te veo entre la gente, no, no te llamaré&lt;br /&gt;Todo ya es diferente, no te lloraré&lt;br /&gt;Tu lengua de serpiente miente&lt;br /&gt;Yo…no te lloraré!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-5237718386855426857?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/5237718386855426857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=5237718386855426857' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/5237718386855426857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/5237718386855426857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-te-llorar.html' title='No Te Lloraré'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-2686309401135225357</id><published>2008-06-17T13:24:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:32:19.541+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assalto'/><title type='text'>Idiota</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Idiota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Es inútil, no vale la pena&lt;br /&gt;en invierno el sol no calineta&lt;br /&gt;sino que se congela&lt;br /&gt;y cae a trozos sobre mi&lt;br /&gt;y me raja el alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que a grito mudo se queja&lt;br /&gt;toneladas de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;mi mochila de cemento&lt;br /&gt;y mi cabeza que no para de pensarte&lt;br /&gt;y ¡cómo pesas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si no quieres escuchar, caminaté...&lt;br /&gt;si no me quieres mirar, pisamé...&lt;br /&gt;aun puedo ser la acera donde tu perro juega&lt;br /&gt;o aprovechaté...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cómo una limosna me entregas&lt;br /&gt;instantes de tu presencia&lt;br /&gt;que me arranca mil sonrisas ciegas&lt;br /&gt;un topo sé en tu indiferencia&lt;br /&gt;que me mata dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y esos ojos ya no se tropiezan&lt;br /&gt;ni tiemblan cuando estoy cerca, no,&lt;br /&gt;ahora bostezan y se van&lt;br /&gt;no importa donde...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si no quieres escuchar, caminaté...&lt;br /&gt;si no me quieres mirar, pisamé...&lt;br /&gt;aun puedo ser la perra que en tu olvido cogea&lt;br /&gt;o aprovechaté...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí me ves quemando margaritas a tus pies...&lt;br /&gt;con la lengua ardiendo&lt;br /&gt;y mi alma a la sombra de un ciprés&lt;br /&gt;y tú con tu boca en cualquier bar de copas&lt;br /&gt;regalando besos, bebiendo la copa&lt;br /&gt;no ves mi derrota&lt;br /&gt;mira, no ves mi derrota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu cariño sale ya sin fuerza&lt;br /&gt;como el cava en la botella&lt;br /&gt;que lleva una vida abierta&lt;br /&gt;y patético lo intenta&lt;br /&gt;no juegue, no mienta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca vi una mirada tan hueca&lt;br /&gt;tan vacia de ganas&lt;br /&gt;tan lejos cuando te acercas&lt;br /&gt;y aun te ries cuando te sale mi tristeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y la vida te dará lo que me das&lt;br /&gt;desde el barro quizás me recordarás&lt;br /&gt;y te verás buceando, en tus podridos charcos&lt;br /&gt;y allí te ahogarás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí me ves quemando margaritas a tus pies&lt;br /&gt;con la lengua ardiendo&lt;br /&gt;y mi alma a la sombra de un ciprés&lt;br /&gt;y tú con tu boca en cualquier bar de copas&lt;br /&gt;regalando besos, perdiendo la ropa&lt;br /&gt;no ves mi derrota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duele la pena, duele la pena&lt;br /&gt;me mata el veneno de esa viuda negra&lt;br /&gt;duele la pena, duele la pena&lt;br /&gt;y me está matando esa mujer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí me ves quemando margaritas a tus pies&lt;br /&gt;con la lengua ardiendo&lt;br /&gt;y mi alma a la sombra de un ciprés&lt;br /&gt;y tú con tu boca en un bar de copas&lt;br /&gt;regalando besos, perdiendo la ropa&lt;br /&gt;no ves mi derrota&lt;br /&gt;idiota, no ves mi derrota&lt;br /&gt;idiota... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-2686309401135225357?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/2686309401135225357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=2686309401135225357' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/2686309401135225357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/2686309401135225357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/idiota.html' title='Idiota'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-4311541115413096478</id><published>2008-06-17T13:24:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:31:44.002+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assalto'/><title type='text'>Mis 100 últimas Mañanas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mis 100 últimas Mañanas&lt;/span&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He venido a enterrarte&lt;br /&gt;con mi pala de saliva,&lt;br /&gt;a escupirte la amargura&lt;br /&gt;que escondí en el ataúd.&lt;br /&gt;En la caja de mis muertos, de mis sentiminetos muertos, de los desamores perros&lt;br /&gt;que ladran al cielo azul.&lt;br /&gt;Cielo gris como ceniza,&lt;br /&gt;no me mates que ahora matan&lt;br /&gt;el brillo de tu sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;que guardaba en un baúl.&lt;br /&gt;Allí busqué tu recuerdo, cualquier pensamiento cuerdo&lt;br /&gt;que me ahogue esta locura&lt;br /&gt;que me impide ver la luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estribillo:&lt;br /&gt;Y mataste mis cien últimas mañanas&lt;br /&gt;Cada día que despertaba yo volvía a masticar&lt;br /&gt;tierra seca que caía&lt;br /&gt;como el plomo de tu olvido.&lt;br /&gt;Cucarachas he comido desde el día del altar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y quizá no fui tu tipo&lt;br /&gt;pero existe otra moneda&lt;br /&gt;con las que pagar los versos&lt;br /&gt;que me robaste con glamour.&lt;br /&gt;Alebosa y a destiempo&lt;br /&gt;con tus arsénicos besos&lt;br /&gt;que envenenaron mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;y me quitaron la salud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estribillo:&lt;br /&gt;Y mataste mis cien últimas mañanas.&lt;br /&gt;Cada día que despertaba yo volvía a masticar&lt;br /&gt;tierra seca que caía&lt;br /&gt;como el plomo de tu olvido.&lt;br /&gt;Cucarachas he comido desde el día del altar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negocié con la cazaya&lt;br /&gt;otras cien noches oscuras.&lt;br /&gt;Y busqué en faldas paradas otra joya como tú.&lt;br /&gt;Saqué a cenar mi ruina&lt;br /&gt;entre jazmines y biancas&lt;br /&gt;con las que empaché a mi astío como a un sucio ataúd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estribillo:&lt;br /&gt;Y mataste mis cien últimas mañanas.&lt;br /&gt;Cada día que despertaba yo volvía a masticar&lt;br /&gt;tierra seca que caía&lt;br /&gt;como el plomo de tu olvido.&lt;br /&gt;Cucarachas he comido&lt;br /&gt;desde el día del altar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He besado, ya por fin esta mañana&lt;br /&gt;los labios de la venganza cuando volviste a llamar.&lt;br /&gt;Las arenas movedizas&lt;br /&gt;te llegan por el ombligo.&lt;br /&gt;Pagarás con un castigo&lt;br /&gt;lo que me hiciste pasar.&lt;br /&gt;Las arenas movedizas&lt;br /&gt;te llegan por el ombligo.&lt;br /&gt;Pagarás con un castigo lo que me hiciste pasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ciao bambina"..."dolce amore mio"..."arrivederci"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-4311541115413096478?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/4311541115413096478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=4311541115413096478' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/4311541115413096478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/4311541115413096478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/mis-100-ltimas-maanas.html' title='Mis 100 últimas Mañanas'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-8187860953136223928</id><published>2008-06-17T13:24:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:31:08.944+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assalto'/><title type='text'>Mamba Negra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mamba Negra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La number five, mira mira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa’ mi serpiente venenosa, la que está presiosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todavía te puedo dar aquello que me pediste,&lt;br /&gt;No olvidé todo el amor que me diste,&lt;br /&gt;Encender el Sol que apagaste un día triste,&lt;br /&gt;Con todas las lágrimas que yo vi.&lt;br /&gt;De camino al boulevard de los sueños imposibles,&lt;br /&gt;Allí donde el corazón te rompiste,&lt;br /&gt;Abriste una sonrisa cuando me conociste,&lt;br /&gt;Aun recuerdo las cosas bonitas que dijiste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He venido a corazón abierto,&lt;br /&gt;Rumba pa’ resucitar los muertos,&lt;br /&gt;O a que escupas tu dulce veneno,&lt;br /&gt;O a que muerdas esta lengua mi mamba negra.&lt;br /&gt;He venido a saborear tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mía llamado deseo,&lt;br /&gt;He venido a romper tus huesos,&lt;br /&gt;Al frenesí del rumbatón mi mamba negra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te he buscado en esta jungla de cristal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todavía te puedo dar aquello que me pediste,&lt;br /&gt;No olvidé todo el amor que me diste,&lt;br /&gt;Encender el Sol que apagaste un día triste,&lt;br /&gt;Con todas las lágrimas que yo vi.&lt;br /&gt;De camino al boulevard de los sueños imposibles,&lt;br /&gt;Allí donde el corazón te rompiste,&lt;br /&gt;Abriste una sonrisa cuando me conociste,&lt;br /&gt;Aun recuerdo las cosas bonitas que dijiste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mamba... sabor... marihuana... latino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He venido a corazón abierto,&lt;br /&gt;Rumba pa’ resucitar los muertos,&lt;br /&gt;O a que escupas tu dulce veneno,&lt;br /&gt;O a que muerdas esta lengua mi mamba negra.&lt;br /&gt;He venido a saborear tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mía llamado deseo,&lt;br /&gt;He venido a romper tus huesos,&lt;br /&gt;Al frenesí del rumbatón mi mamba negra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te he buscado en esta jungla de cristal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todavía te puedo dar aquello que me pediste,&lt;br /&gt;No olvidé todo el amor que me diste,&lt;br /&gt;Encender el Sol que apagaste un día triste,&lt;br /&gt;Con todas las lágrimas que yo vi.&lt;br /&gt;De camino al boulevard de los sueños imposibles,&lt;br /&gt;Allí donde el corazón te rompiste,&lt;br /&gt;Abriste una sonrisa cuando me conociste,&lt;br /&gt;Aun recuerdo las cosas bonitas que dijiste.(BIS)&lt;br /&gt;Aun recuerdo las cosas bonitas que dijiste...(BIS x 4)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-8187860953136223928?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/8187860953136223928/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=8187860953136223928' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/8187860953136223928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/8187860953136223928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/mamba-negra.html' title='Mamba Negra'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-4666024926419796488</id><published>2008-06-17T13:24:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:30:22.225+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assalto'/><title type='text'>El Chicle Infinito</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El Chicle Infinito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Robar, esa horrible palabra,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando robas el alma o la calma,&lt;br /&gt;De quien no come nada.&lt;br /&gt;Mírame yo soy un ladrón,&lt;br /&gt;Pero de momentos bellos,&lt;br /&gt;De gruesos cabellos ,&lt;br /&gt;Que le hizo esta canción.&lt;br /&gt;Y robé su cuello,&lt;br /&gt;Sus momentos más bellos,&lt;br /&gt;Su cama, su cintura de avispa,&lt;br /&gt;Y sus mejores recuerdos.&lt;br /&gt;Morir, saber que moriría que sí, que sí&lt;br /&gt;Por pegarle a mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Es que la llevo muy dentro&lt;br /&gt;Parar el viento, escalar, seguir subiendo&lt;br /&gt;Congelar el tiempo y tocar el cielo&lt;br /&gt;Parar el viento, escalar, seguir subiendo&lt;br /&gt;Congelar el tiempo y tocar el cielo...&lt;br /&gt;Con los dedos...&lt;br /&gt;Con los dedos...&lt;br /&gt;Con los dedos... aahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero estirar a muerte&lt;br /&gt;Todo el tiempo a su lado,&lt;br /&gt;Convertir las horas galgas&lt;br /&gt;En caracoles cojeando,&lt;br /&gt;Y mirar a las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Y no lavar jamás las huellas&lt;br /&gt;De sus manos en mi pelo&lt;br /&gt;De sus labios en mi pecho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hablar, esa horrible palabra&lt;br /&gt;Cuando ladras&lt;br /&gt;Presumes mucho siempre&lt;br /&gt;Y nunca dices nada.&lt;br /&gt;Mírame yo sí presumo&lt;br /&gt;De que no consumo&lt;br /&gt;No fumo y escupo&lt;br /&gt;A la cara falsa de quien ladra.&lt;br /&gt;Tanto, no hables tanto&lt;br /&gt;Me estás mareando&lt;br /&gt;Hablan nada esas mandíbulas rayadas.&lt;br /&gt;Ella es ahora&lt;br /&gt;lo único que me importa,&lt;br /&gt;enterrar tu puño&lt;br /&gt;desoír tu historia,&lt;br /&gt;tus aburridas noches,&lt;br /&gt;tus borrachas norias,&lt;br /&gt;tu varicela de goles,&lt;br /&gt;pichichis y victorias,&lt;br /&gt;cobarde,&lt;br /&gt;cómetete tus cuernos&lt;br /&gt;por pegarla sola,&lt;br /&gt;por ponerte ciego&lt;br /&gt;en ese antro de moda.&lt;br /&gt;Y, qué daría yo, qué daría yo,&lt;br /&gt;Por tener sus labios,&lt;br /&gt;Por tenerla toda,&lt;br /&gt;Por abrir su risa,&lt;br /&gt;Mojar su boca,&lt;br /&gt;Tropezar en sus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Y beber en sus olas&lt;br /&gt;Abrir su risa,&lt;br /&gt;Mojar su boca,&lt;br /&gt;Tropezar en sus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Y beber cada noche sus olas....&lt;br /&gt;Sus olas... sus olas... aaahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero estirar a muerte&lt;br /&gt;Todo el tiempo a su lado,&lt;br /&gt;Convertir las horas galgas&lt;br /&gt;En caracoles cojeando,&lt;br /&gt;Y mirar a las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Y no lavar jamás las huellas&lt;br /&gt;De sus manos en mi pelo&lt;br /&gt;De sus labios en mi pecho.&lt;br /&gt;Recorrer las curvas lindas&lt;br /&gt;De su cuerpo azucarado,&lt;br /&gt;Arañar la seda fina&lt;br /&gt;De su pelo despeinado,&lt;br /&gt;Y acostar nuestras sonrisas&lt;br /&gt;Y matar todas las prisas,&lt;br /&gt;Se atraviesan como espinas&lt;br /&gt;Esos besos de latina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He parado el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Y vaciado la arena&lt;br /&gt;De aquel viejo reloj...&lt;br /&gt;He estirado el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Con un para siempre&lt;br /&gt;Del chicle infinito en mi diente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero estirar a muerte&lt;br /&gt;Todo el tiempo a su lado,&lt;br /&gt;Convertir las horas galgas&lt;br /&gt;En caracoles cojeando,&lt;br /&gt;Y mirar a las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Y no lavar jamás las huellas&lt;br /&gt;De sus manos en mi pelo&lt;br /&gt;De sus labios en mi pecho.&lt;br /&gt;Recorrer las curvas lindas&lt;br /&gt;De su cuerpo azucarado,&lt;br /&gt;Arañar la seda fina&lt;br /&gt;De su pelo despeinado,&lt;br /&gt;Y acostar nuestras sonrisas&lt;br /&gt;Y matar todas las prisas,&lt;br /&gt;Se atraviesan como espinas&lt;br /&gt;Esos besos de latina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo quiero estirar a muerte&lt;br /&gt;Todo el tiempo a su lado,&lt;br /&gt;Convertir las horas galgas&lt;br /&gt;En caracoles cojeando,&lt;br /&gt;Y mirar a las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Y no lavar jamás las huellas&lt;br /&gt;De sus manos en mi pelo&lt;br /&gt;De sus labios en mi pecho.&lt;br /&gt;Recorrer las curvas lindas&lt;br /&gt;De su cuerpo azucarado,&lt;br /&gt;Arañar la seda fina&lt;br /&gt;De su pelo despeinado,&lt;br /&gt;Y acostar nuestras sonrisas&lt;br /&gt;Y matar todas las prisas,&lt;br /&gt;Se atraviesan como espinas&lt;br /&gt;Esos besos de latina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-4666024926419796488?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/4666024926419796488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=4666024926419796488' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/4666024926419796488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/4666024926419796488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/el-chicle-infinito.html' title='El Chicle Infinito'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-2237171023230281846</id><published>2008-06-17T13:24:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:29:39.821+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assalto'/><title type='text'>De Rayos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De Rayos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rayos de tormenta que vomitan cataratas&lt;br /&gt;que se beben a la gente de las zonas mas pobladas&lt;br /&gt;si miras a familias con la cara asustada a la deriva&lt;br /&gt;de esas mezclas de abono y agua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos presidentes son mala gente&lt;br /&gt;pa' los supervivientes.&lt;br /&gt;Toda la pendiente para los tenientes,&lt;br /&gt;no para el medio ambiente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESTRIBILLO:&lt;br /&gt;Y la tierra no levanta cabeza,&lt;br /&gt;a menudo vemos que se cabrea,&lt;br /&gt;nuestras vidas te importan una mierda, siii.&lt;br /&gt;El sabor del petróleo es goloso&lt;br /&gt;y tenías en un puro el tratado de Quioto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayos ultravioletas que castigan la piel,&lt;br /&gt;imparables con los huecos que provocan CCC,&lt;br /&gt;chimeneas del planeta en tu pais ya se ve,&lt;br /&gt;prostituyen los acuerdos según tu interés.&lt;br /&gt;Y esos presidentes son como serpientes pa' los supervivientes,&lt;br /&gt;toda la pendiente para los tenientes,&lt;br /&gt;no para el medio ambiente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ESTRIBILLO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quedan rayos X para radiografiar los efectos&lt;br /&gt;secundarios de esta prueba nuclear,&lt;br /&gt;Presidente, venga ya!&lt;br /&gt;Que usted no está presente en los planes de la Paz&lt;br /&gt;pero si puede en caliente y vuelve a contaminar,&lt;br /&gt;sonriente, buscará un plato diferente,&lt;br /&gt;para poder rebañar las sobras de los clientes que se han vuelto a confiar,&lt;br /&gt;inocente, no tendrá la calma que te calma el alma,&lt;br /&gt;dálmata, de la falsa farsa de la libertad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ESTRIBILLO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y la tierra prepara una sorpresa,&lt;br /&gt;consecuencia de política fieras,&lt;br /&gt;uy los vientos se tornan gran tormentas,&lt;br /&gt;que se joden las ciudades enteras,&lt;br /&gt;vuestras vidas te importan una mierda,siii.&lt;br /&gt;El sabor del voto es muy goloso&lt;br /&gt;arrancas a mordiscos la capa de ozono.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-2237171023230281846?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/2237171023230281846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assalto'/><title type='text'>De Tacones Baratos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De Tacones Baratos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoy es el día de los muertos en vida&lt;br /&gt;Donde este pobre corazón resucita&lt;br /&gt;Cinco meses deborao por las termitas&lt;br /&gt;Como esa podrida y vieja silla&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vi cruzar a esa chica sencilla&lt;br /&gt;Guapa de cara Rica de alma&lt;br /&gt;De esas que no se olvidan&lt;br /&gt;Belleza callada y mirada recogida&lt;br /&gt;Ojos que ponen la zancadilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero olvidar, quiero probar&lt;br /&gt;Quiero olvidar, quiero probar&lt;br /&gt;Quiero probar el rojo de tus labios&lt;br /&gt;Quiero gastar mi vida entre tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;Esos tacones baratos&lt;br /&gt;Mira ya estas cerca otra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tú me dices ven con lindas sonrisas&lt;br /&gt;Y yo te digo ten mis manos te acarician&lt;br /&gt;Y me dices bien Que rica la vida&lt;br /&gt;Y yo te digo arriba arriba arriba&lt;br /&gt;Me resbalo en tu piel Y exprimimos los labios&lt;br /&gt;Mira tus piernas morenas Con tacones baratos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diosa que has triturado esta rutina&lt;br /&gt;Descongelados calendarios y horas asesinas&lt;br /&gt;De pies gordos y noches cojas que no caminan&lt;br /&gt;De aquella imbécil a la que di mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Acércate y abre esta botella vacía&lt;br /&gt;Ya no queda demasiado corazón&lt;br /&gt;Ya no quedan palabras bonitas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu no la ves pero mi alma respira&lt;br /&gt;Y me gustas chiquilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero olvidar, quiero probar&lt;br /&gt;Quiero olvidar, quiero probar&lt;br /&gt;Quiero probar el rojo de tus labios&lt;br /&gt;Quiero gastar mi vida entre tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;Esos tacones baratos&lt;br /&gt;Mira ya estás cerca otra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tú me dices ven con lindas sonrisas&lt;br /&gt;Y yo te digo ten mis manos te acarician&lt;br /&gt;Y me dices bien Que rica la vida&lt;br /&gt;Y yo te digo arriba arriba arriba&lt;br /&gt;Me resbalo en tu piel Y exprimimos los labios&lt;br /&gt;Mira tus piernas morenas Con tacones baratos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-5706207902647462882?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/5706207902647462882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=5706207902647462882' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/5706207902647462882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/5706207902647462882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/de-tacones-baratos.html' title='De Tacones Baratos'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-8239554421868541115</id><published>2008-06-17T13:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:28:06.344+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assalto'/><title type='text'>De Pa' Mi Guerrera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De Pa' Mi Guerrera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pa mi mulata, pa mi morena, pa que tu sientas mi ritmo en las piernas.&lt;br /&gt;pa mi princesa, pa mi guerrera, que se me vengan pa aca esas caderas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;llego pim pam pum yo corro pa las trincheras marco este rumbaton y te declaro la guerra.&lt;br /&gt;el ejército del aire corre que vuela besame en la boca y también manda el de tierra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mulata, pa mi morena, pa que tu sientas mi ritmo en las piernas.&lt;br /&gt;pa mi princesa, pa mi guerrera, que se me vengan pa aca esas caderas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que siento bum bum, siento bum bum ya bum recuerdo al corazón que grita libre de pena, el ejército del aire corre que vuela besame en la boca y también manda el de tierra ¡Salud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde puerto rico a nueva york.&lt;br /&gt;Desde Rio de janeiro hasta Asunción.&lt;br /&gt;Desde donde vivió hasta el Salvador.&lt;br /&gt;Y en madrid en la ciudad donde nací.&lt;br /&gt;Rumbatón candela.&lt;br /&gt;Desde Panamá vuela hasta Haití.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora estoy canela.&lt;br /&gt;De Santo Domingo hasta bedellin.&lt;br /&gt;No me olvido de la habana, caracas, lima, Quito, santiago Y orgin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Y todo el mundo grita!&lt;br /&gt;pa pa pa&lt;br /&gt;pa mi mulata, pa mi morena, pa que tu sientas mi ritmo en las piernas.&lt;br /&gt;pa mi princesa, pa mi guerrera, que se me vengan pa aca esas caderas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo pim pam pum yo corro pa las trincheras marco este rumbaton y te declaro la guerra.&lt;br /&gt;el ejército del aire corre que vuela besame en la boca y también manda el de tierra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mulata, pa mi morena, pa que tu sientas mi ritmo en las piernas.&lt;br /&gt;pa mi princesa, pa mi guerrera, que se me vengan pa ca esas caderas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que siento bum bum, siento bum bum ya bum y si te acercas te prendo candela y si me bailas las penas se queman y si te acercas te prendo candela y si bailas las penas se queman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la 101 división de la enamorada llegó pa secuestrarte el alma tu ves, llego maraca con sus maracas.&lt;br /&gt;la 101 división de la enamorada lloró porque tu no bailabas ya ves, y desde el cielo te disparaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo te ataco y tu me atacas preparamos la batanaya, yo disparo y tu disparas buena esta guerra de miradas, siento dentro la metralla, la sabrosura de tus babalas, voy muriendo si me bailas pegaito y caliente mami.&lt;br /&gt;¡salud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde Buenos Aires a la papa.&lt;br /&gt;la gente de miami i remeber you.&lt;br /&gt;Desde Barcelona a Bogotá.&lt;br /&gt;¡viva mexico!&lt;br /&gt;Desde Monte Rey al federal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡y todo el mundo grita!&lt;br /&gt;Pa pa pa&lt;br /&gt;pa mi mulata, pa mi morena, pa que tu sientas mi ritmo en las piernas.&lt;br /&gt;pa mi princesa, pa mi guerrera, que se me vengan pa aca esas caderas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo pim pam pum yo corro pa las trincheras marco este rumbaton y te declaro la guerra.&lt;br /&gt;el ejército del aire corre que vuela besame en la boca y también manda el de tierra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mulata, pa mi negra, pa que tu sientas mi ritmo en las piernas.&lt;br /&gt;pa mi princesa, pa mi guerrera, que se me vengan pa aca esas caderas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que siento bum bum, siento bum bum ya bum recuerdo al corazón que grita libre de pena, el ejército del aire corre que vuela besame en la boca y también manda el de tierra ¡Salud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si te acercas te prendo candela y si me bailas las penas se queman y si te acercas te prendo candela y si bailas las penas se queman.&lt;br /&gt;Y si te acercas te como mi negra, y si te vas me come la tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si te acercas te prendo candela y si me bailas las penas se queman y si te acercas te prendo candela y si bailas las penas se queman.&lt;br /&gt;Y si te acercas te como mi negra, y si te vas me come la tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si te acercas te prendo candela y si me bailas las penas se queman y si te acercas te prendo candela y si bailas las penas se queman.&lt;br /&gt;Y si te acercas te como mi negra, y si te vas me come la tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-8239554421868541115?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/8239554421868541115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=8239554421868541115' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/8239554421868541115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/8239554421868541115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/de-pa-mi-guerrera.html' title='De Pa&apos; Mi Guerrera'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-5053397917552489701</id><published>2008-06-17T13:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:45:15.136+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='huecco Assalto'/><title type='text'>Assalto</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yU1mHyPFTHw/SFejuWnWkCI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZJPenAD2150/s200/HUECCO_Assalto_cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212815110444584994" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANCIONES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/de-pa-mi-guerrera.html"&gt;01 Pa' Mi Guerrera&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/de-tacones-baratos.html"&gt;02 Tacones Baratos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/de-rayos.html"&gt;03 Rayos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/el-chicle-infinito.html"&gt;04 El Chicle Infinito&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/mamba-negra.html"&gt;05 Mamba Negra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/mis-100-ltimas-maanas.html"&gt;06 Mis 100 últimas Mañanas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/idiota.html"&gt;07 Idiota&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-te-llorar.html"&gt;08 No Te Lloraré&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/apache.html"&gt;09 Apache&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/paloma-sigue-llorando.html"&gt;10 Paloma Sigue Llorando&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-quemas.html"&gt;11 Me Quemas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/inmigrante-boy.html"&gt;12 Inmigrante Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-5053397917552489701?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/5053397917552489701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=5053397917552489701' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/5053397917552489701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/5053397917552489701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/assalto.html' title='Assalto'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yU1mHyPFTHw/SFejuWnWkCI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZJPenAD2150/s72-c/HUECCO_Assalto_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-5398749574290387132</id><published>2008-06-07T11:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:18:14.256+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voces de ultratumba'/><title type='text'>Voces de ultratumba</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yU1mHyPFTHw/SFedYZt_GvI/AAAAAAAAATw/aCRfqtCn8hQ/s200/estvoces.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212808136250825458" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANCIONES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/1malabares.html"&gt;1.Malabares&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/2qu-suerte-la-ma.html"&gt;2.Qué suerte la mía &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/3vacaciones.html"&gt;3.Vacaciones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/4a-ninguna-parte.html"&gt;4.A ninguna parte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/5lunes.html"&gt;5.Lunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/6a-mi-me-gusta.html"&gt;6.A mi me gusta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/7gulere-gulere.html"&gt;7.Gulere, gulere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/8monstruos.html"&gt;8.Monstruos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/9no-quiero-verla-mas.html"&gt;9.No quiero verla mas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/10ni-pa-ti-ni-pa-m.html"&gt;10.Ni pa ti ni pa mí&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/11fbrica-de-sueos.html"&gt;11.Fábrica de sueños&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/12paseo.html"&gt;12.Paseo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-5398749574290387132?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/5398749574290387132/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=5398749574290387132' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/5398749574290387132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/5398749574290387132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/voces-de-ultratumba.html' title='Voces de ultratumba'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yU1mHyPFTHw/SFedYZt_GvI/AAAAAAAAATw/aCRfqtCn8hQ/s72-c/estvoces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-4706362948803791664</id><published>2008-06-07T10:58:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:11:10.213+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estopa - voces de ultratumba'/><title type='text'>12.Paseo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.Paseo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Un paseo, hacia ningún lugar,&lt;br /&gt;damos un rodeo, y entramos en un bar,&lt;br /&gt;parecía tranquilo, se podía incluso hablar,&lt;br /&gt;ponte aquí unos litros, que esto del beber,&lt;br /&gt;es como el rascar, todo es empezar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre bebemos más cerveza de la que podemos tragar,&lt;br /&gt;vaya puta borrachera, hemos cogido,&lt;br /&gt;ya no veo de cerca, ni de lejos,&lt;br /&gt;no veo na, de na, de na,&lt;br /&gt;pero aún pienso, luego aún existo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos reímos solos,&lt;br /&gt;nos reímos con ganas,&lt;br /&gt;no nos da la gana,&lt;br /&gt;de ponernos serios, de ponernos, de ponernos serios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos reímos solos,&lt;br /&gt;nos reímos con ganas,&lt;br /&gt;no nos da la gana,&lt;br /&gt;de ponernos serios, de ponernos, de ponernos serios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juntamos dos mesas,&lt;br /&gt;porque tan' apunto de llegar,&lt;br /&gt;otros tres colegas,&lt;br /&gt;que tienen otra historia que contar,&lt;br /&gt;pero ese es otro tema,&lt;br /&gt;que con el tiempo ya saldrá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora tengo un problema,&lt;br /&gt;esto del beber,&lt;br /&gt;conlleva a evacuar,&lt;br /&gt;vuelvo en un plis-plas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre bebemos más cerveza de la que podemos pagar,&lt;br /&gt;vaya puta borrachera, hemos cogido,&lt;br /&gt;ya no veo de cerca, ni de lejos,&lt;br /&gt;no veo na, de na, de na,&lt;br /&gt;pero aún pienso, luego aún existo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos reímos solos,&lt;br /&gt;nos reímos con ganas,&lt;br /&gt;no nos da la gana,&lt;br /&gt;de ponernos serios, de ponernos, de ponernos serios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos reímos solos,&lt;br /&gt;nos reímos con ganas,&lt;br /&gt;no nos da la gana,&lt;br /&gt;de ponernos serios, de ponernos, de ponernos serios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre bebemos más cerveza de la que podemos tragar,&lt;br /&gt;vaya puta borrachera, hemos cogido,&lt;br /&gt;ya no veo de cerca, ni de lejos,&lt;br /&gt;no veo na, de na, de na,&lt;br /&gt;pero aún pienso, luego aún existo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos reímos solos,&lt;br /&gt;nos reímos con ganas,&lt;br /&gt;no nos da la gana,&lt;br /&gt;de ponernos serios, de ponernos, de ponernos serios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos reímos solos,&lt;br /&gt;nos reímos con ganas,&lt;br /&gt;no nos da la gana,&lt;br /&gt;de ponernos serios, de ponernos, de ponernos serios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalala...&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalala...&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enga' Dj ponte ritmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si alguno coge una cerveza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWTU-GcSXQU&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWTU-GcSXQU&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-4706362948803791664?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-3688290708595334217</id><published>2008-06-07T10:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:10:26.516+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estopa - voces de ultratumba'/><title type='text'>11.Fábrica de sueños</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.Fábrica de sueños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fábricas de sueños,&lt;br /&gt;vertederos de historias,&lt;br /&gt;humos de recuerdo,&lt;br /&gt;olvidos de memoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amores verdaderos,&lt;br /&gt;que me saben a gloria,&lt;br /&gt;bajan las mareas,&lt;br /&gt;suben la contribución,&lt;br /&gt;y nos la dan con queso,&lt;br /&gt;y queremos jamón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el centro de mi universo,&lt;br /&gt;que esté en nuestra habitación.&lt;br /&gt;Yo aprengo a sobrevivir,&lt;br /&gt;en el barrio de la ilusión.&lt;br /&gt;Y en la ciudad de las nubes,&lt;br /&gt;calle de mi imaginación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo aprendo a sobrevivir,&lt;br /&gt;encerrado en mi habitación.&lt;br /&gt;De la ciudad de las nubes,&lt;br /&gt;yo no me quiero marchar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me ha olvidado la manera de volar,&lt;br /&gt;ya que no pasa el tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;y el espacio se vuelve cada vez más pequeño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me quedo encerrado.&lt;br /&gt;Leeerelele...&lt;br /&gt;En la cárcel de tus sueños.&lt;br /&gt;Leeerelele...&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me dejas plantado.&lt;br /&gt;Leeerelele...&lt;br /&gt;En la parada del metro.&lt;br /&gt;Leeelee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y en la plaza del mercado,&lt;br /&gt;ya no se cuentan cuentos,&lt;br /&gt;han echado a los viejos,&lt;br /&gt;no tienen perdón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eso quiero contártelo,&lt;br /&gt;cantando esta canción,&lt;br /&gt;yo aprendo a sobrevivir,&lt;br /&gt;en el barrio de la ilusión,&lt;br /&gt;y en la ciudad de las nubes,&lt;br /&gt;calle de mi imaginación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo aprendo a sobrevivir,&lt;br /&gt;encerrado en mi habitación.&lt;br /&gt;De la ciudad de las nubes,&lt;br /&gt;yo no me quiero marchar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me ha olvidado la manera de volar,&lt;br /&gt;ya que no pasa el tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;y el espacio se vuelve cada vez más pequeño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me quedo encerrado.&lt;br /&gt;Leeerelele...&lt;br /&gt;En la cárcel de tus sueños.&lt;br /&gt;Leeerelele...&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me dejas plantado.&lt;br /&gt;Leeerelele...&lt;br /&gt;En la parada del metro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me ha olvidado la manera de volar!&lt;br /&gt;Se me ha olvidado la manera de volar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me ha olvidado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me ha olvidado la manera de volar!&lt;br /&gt;Se me ha olvidado la manera de volar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me ha olvidado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me ha olvidado la manera de volar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t6PPaWe-B3g&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t6PPaWe-B3g&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-3688290708595334217?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/3688290708595334217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=3688290708595334217' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/3688290708595334217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/3688290708595334217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/11fbrica-de-sueos.html' title='11.Fábrica de sueños'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-2029461844303660442</id><published>2008-06-07T10:57:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:09:48.450+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estopa - voces de ultratumba'/><title type='text'>10.Ni pa ti ni pa mí</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.Ni pa ti ni pa mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perdón por la intromisión,&lt;br /&gt;no quiero buscar la gloria,&lt;br /&gt;con esta historia de amor,&lt;br /&gt;que se me viene a la memoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es una historia entre dos,&lt;br /&gt;d\'esas que tanto m\'escuecen,&lt;br /&gt;cuando se ha muerto el amor,&lt;br /&gt;unos ganan y otros pierden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes mentía mejor,&lt;br /&gt;cuando él nunca preguntaba,&lt;br /&gt;se le escapaba la voz,&lt;br /&gt;le faltaban las agallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si no tiembla el corazón,&lt;br /&gt;no esperes que tiemble el alma,&lt;br /&gt;en una sola canción,&lt;br /&gt;no caben tantas patrañas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que no, que no, que no, que ni pa\' ti ni pa\' mi,&lt;br /&gt;que no, que no, que no, que asi no se puede vivir.&lt;br /&gt;Que no, que no, que no, que ni pa\' ti ni pa\' mi,&lt;br /&gt;que no, que no, que no, que asi no se puede vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo empezó una mañana toledana,&lt;br /&gt;llegó a su puerta y picó al botón,&lt;br /&gt;del piso al que llamaba tembló una voz,&lt;br /&gt;y le sobraron las palabras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella le invito a subir,&lt;br /&gt;diciendo \"Entra, no te quedes ahí parado\",&lt;br /&gt;y se dió cuenta que estaba mintiendo,&lt;br /&gt;que le había engañado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que estaba mintiendo, que le había engañado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El mundo es una obsesión,&lt;br /&gt;cuando se te caen los cielos,&lt;br /&gt;y tu mirada resbala,&lt;br /&gt;sobre un estanque de hielo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no se seca el sudor,&lt;br /&gt;del que se suda por dentro,&lt;br /&gt;cuando la vida te atrapa,&lt;br /&gt;mándala a los cuatro vientos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el que diga que no, no sabe lo que es querer,&lt;br /&gt;que no querer y poder, es como echarse a perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el que diga que no, no sabe lo que es querer,&lt;br /&gt;que no querer y poder, es como echarse a perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo empezó una mañana soleada,&lt;br /&gt;llegó a su puerta y picó al botón,&lt;br /&gt;del piso al que llamaba tembló una voz,&lt;br /&gt;y le sobraron las palabras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella le invito a subir,&lt;br /&gt;diciendo \"Entra, no te quedes ahí parado\",&lt;br /&gt;y se dió cuenta que estaba mintiendo,&lt;br /&gt;que le había engañado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que estaba mintiendo, que le había engañado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque, porque, porque estaba mintiéndole, porque le habia engañado. (porque) Porque, porque, porque estaba mintiéndole, porque le habia engañado. (porque) Porque, porque, porque estaba mintiéndole, porque le habia engañado. (porque)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ML92wLmszPs&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ML92wLmszPs&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-2029461844303660442?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/2029461844303660442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=2029461844303660442' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/2029461844303660442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/2029461844303660442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/10ni-pa-ti-ni-pa-m.html' title='10.Ni pa ti ni pa mí'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-4010514035698191392</id><published>2008-06-07T10:57:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:08:58.057+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estopa - voces de ultratumba'/><title type='text'>9.No quiero verla mas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.No quiero verla mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lere, lere, lerelele, lerelele...&lt;br /&gt;Lere, lere, lerelele, lerelele...&lt;br /&gt;Lere, lere, lerelele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desaparece de mi mente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lere, lere, lerelele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desaparece de mi mente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé que extraña sensación de tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;que me inunda toa\' la cabeza,&lt;br /&gt;que viene y se va&lt;br /&gt;que me coge y me deja,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero verla más,&lt;br /&gt;que no, que no,&lt;br /&gt;no quiero verla más,&lt;br /&gt;que no, que no, no quiero verla más,&lt;br /&gt;que no, que no, no quiero verla más,&lt;br /&gt;que no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como pudiera mantener la entereza,&lt;br /&gt;poder sacar fuerzas de flaqueza,&lt;br /&gt;lerelele, qu\'es mi naturaleza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero verla más,&lt;br /&gt;que no, que no,&lt;br /&gt;no quiero verla más,&lt;br /&gt;que no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no quiero verla,&lt;br /&gt;que no, que no,&lt;br /&gt;no quiero verla en nigún lugar,&lt;br /&gt;sacarla de mi imaginación,&lt;br /&gt;porque no me deja reaccionar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te estoy hablando,&lt;br /&gt;pon una miguita de tu atención,&lt;br /&gt;que ya no puedo quererte,&lt;br /&gt;quiero decirte al oído,&lt;br /&gt;desaparece de mi mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otra copita, pon,&lt;br /&gt;que yo te pongo mi corazón,&lt;br /&gt;que siempre late muy fuerte,&lt;br /&gt;quiero decirte al oído,&lt;br /&gt;desaparece de mi mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lere, lere, lerelele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desaparece de mi mente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lere, lere, lerelele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desaparece de mi mente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo atado a una idea que me da vueltas,&lt;br /&gt;y va girando con una cuerda,&lt;br /&gt;la quiero olvidar pero nunca me suelta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero verla más,&lt;br /&gt;que no, que no,&lt;br /&gt;no quiero verla más,&lt;br /&gt;que no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy a verla pero me quedo en la puerta,&lt;br /&gt;y se me aprietan todas las tuercas,&lt;br /&gt;me pongo detrás pero siempre me encuentra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero verla más,&lt;br /&gt;que no, que no,&lt;br /&gt;no quiero verla más,&lt;br /&gt;que no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no quiero verla,&lt;br /&gt;que no, que no,&lt;br /&gt;no quiero verla en nigún lugar,&lt;br /&gt;sacarla de mi imaginación,&lt;br /&gt;porque no me deja reaccionar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te estoy hablando,&lt;br /&gt;pon una miguita de tu atención,&lt;br /&gt;que ya no puedo quererte,&lt;br /&gt;quiero decirte al oído,&lt;br /&gt;desaparece de mi mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otra copita, pon,&lt;br /&gt;que yo te pongo mi corazón,&lt;br /&gt;que siempre late muy fuerte,&lt;br /&gt;quiero decirte al oído,&lt;br /&gt;desaparece de mi mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lere, lere, lerelele, lerelele...&lt;br /&gt;Lere, lere, lerelele, lerelele...&lt;br /&gt;Lere, lere, lerelele, lerelele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desaparece de mi mente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lere, lere, lerelele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desaparece de mi mente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oqzU8R6SjaM&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oqzU8R6SjaM&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-4010514035698191392?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/4010514035698191392/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=4010514035698191392' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/4010514035698191392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/4010514035698191392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/9no-quiero-verla-mas.html' title='9.No quiero verla mas'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-8482615824969110372</id><published>2008-06-07T10:57:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:08:14.220+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estopa - voces de ultratumba'/><title type='text'>8.Monstruos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.Monstruos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Qué bonito es el amor,&lt;br /&gt;qué bonito es divertirse,&lt;br /&gt;ser un chico sano,&lt;br /&gt;una caraja, un despiste!&lt;br /&gt;Qué bonita es una flor,&lt;br /&gt;qué bonito el arcoiris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si esque la vida es la hostia,&lt;br /&gt;yo no se porque estoy triste.&lt;br /&gt;Tanta pena!&lt;br /&gt;Si la vida es tanta hostia,&lt;br /&gt;porque me miro las venas,&lt;br /&gt;y la sangre se me amontona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y luego miro pa'arriba,&lt;br /&gt;para cargar la pistola,&lt;br /&gt;matar dos mostruos de un tiro,&lt;br /&gt;el primero es la agonía,&lt;br /&gt;y el segundo es el vacío.&lt;br /&gt;Donde me quedo tos' los días.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces, me fundiría con una nintendo,&lt;br /&gt;y a veces me pasaría el día siempre en punto muerto.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo cuando estamos a solas mi consola y yo,&lt;br /&gt;sé lo que es olvidar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué bonito es el amor,&lt;br /&gt;qué bonito es divertirse,&lt;br /&gt;ser un chico sano,&lt;br /&gt;una caraja, un despiste!&lt;br /&gt;Qué bonita es una flor,&lt;br /&gt;qué bonito el arcoiris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si esque la vida es la hostia,&lt;br /&gt;yo no se porque estoy triste.&lt;br /&gt;Tanta pena!&lt;br /&gt;Si la vida es tanta hostia,&lt;br /&gt;porque me miro las venas,&lt;br /&gt;y la sangre se me amontona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y luego miro pa'arriba,&lt;br /&gt;para cargar la pistola,&lt;br /&gt;matar dos mostruos de un tiro,&lt;br /&gt;el primero es la agonía,&lt;br /&gt;y el segundo es el vacío.&lt;br /&gt;Donde me quedo tos' los días.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre pues' mirar pa'arriba,&lt;br /&gt;para cargar la pistola,&lt;br /&gt;matar dos mostruos de un tiro,&lt;br /&gt;el primero es la agonía,&lt;br /&gt;y el segundo es el vacío.&lt;br /&gt;Donde me quedo tos' los putos días.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabo, hace un minuto de intentar decirte,&lt;br /&gt;que vivo, dentro de un juego y no temo a la muerte,&lt;br /&gt;tengo más vidas que un gato y salto como un cabrón,&lt;br /&gt;lo que me faltaba para poder olvidarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué bonito es el amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lq7Su2AO5YE&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lq7Su2AO5YE&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-8482615824969110372?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/8482615824969110372/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=8482615824969110372' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/8482615824969110372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/8482615824969110372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/8monstruos.html' title='8.Monstruos'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-7763035314450558979</id><published>2008-06-07T10:57:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:07:20.029+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estopa - voces de ultratumba'/><title type='text'>7.Gulere, gulere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.Gulere, gulere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Llegaba la hora del patio,&lt;br /&gt;yo con mi cigarrillo.&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo pasaba despacio,&lt;br /&gt;cuando yo hacía novillos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Si el futuro es ser currela,&lt;br /&gt;empieza ya a poner ladrillos",&lt;br /&gt;me decía en mi cabeza,&lt;br /&gt;mi amigo Peito Grillo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos Jose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando yo era pequeñito,&lt;br /&gt;y se me olvidaban las penas,&lt;br /&gt;me gustaba a mi un ratito,&lt;br /&gt;jugar con mi luna lunera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo va por su camino,&lt;br /&gt;todo va por una carretera,&lt;br /&gt;la autopista del destino,&lt;br /&gt;que se cobra cuando él quiera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora me estoy desquitando,&lt;br /&gt;me estoy resacando brillo.&lt;br /&gt;Nadie maneja los mandos,&lt;br /&gt;de mi pequeño platillo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La verdad es que yo conozco,&lt;br /&gt;una verdad como un castillo,&lt;br /&gt;que a mi me gustan los porros!&lt;br /&gt;Me gustan los canutillos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lereleraaaa...&lt;br /&gt;Gulere, gulere, guleee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me estoy desquitando,&lt;br /&gt;me estoy resacando brillo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay! Lereleraaaa...&lt;br /&gt;Gulere, gulere, guleee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a mi me gustan los porros,&lt;br /&gt;cuando me los fumo contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora que soy mayorcito,&lt;br /&gt;ya he ganado algunas pelas,&lt;br /&gt;me comprado mi pisito,&lt;br /&gt;pa' vivir a mi manera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo va por su camino,&lt;br /&gt;todo va por una carretera,&lt;br /&gt;la autopista del destino,&lt;br /&gt;que se cobra cuando él quiera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora me estoy desquitando,&lt;br /&gt;me estoy resacando brillo.&lt;br /&gt;Nadie maneja los mandos,&lt;br /&gt;de mi pequeño platillo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La verdad es que yo conozco,&lt;br /&gt;una verdad como un castillo,&lt;br /&gt;que a mi me gustan los porros!&lt;br /&gt;Me gustan los canutillos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lereleraaaa...&lt;br /&gt;Gulere, gulere, guleee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me estoy desquitando,&lt;br /&gt;me estoy resacando brillo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay! Lereleraaaa...&lt;br /&gt;Gulere, gulere, guleee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a mi me gustan los porros,&lt;br /&gt;cuando me los fumo contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay! Lereleraaaa...&lt;br /&gt;Gulere, gulere, guleee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me estoy desquitando,&lt;br /&gt;me estoy resacando brillo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamonos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, eh, eh, eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con alegría!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5WUKn77849I&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5WUKn77849I&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-7763035314450558979?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/7763035314450558979/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=7763035314450558979' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/7763035314450558979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/7763035314450558979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/7gulere-gulere.html' title='7.Gulere, gulere'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-4753231798023526330</id><published>2008-06-07T10:57:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:06:33.193+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estopa - voces de ultratumba'/><title type='text'>6.A mi me gusta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.A mi me gusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Raaa, pararaaa, rabarabaraba...&lt;br /&gt;Raaa, pararaaa, rabarabaraba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mi me gusta,&lt;br /&gt;saborearte,&lt;br /&gt;lo que yo quiero,&lt;br /&gt;tú ya lo sabes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tocarte el pelo,&lt;br /&gt;verte desnuda,&lt;br /&gt;la única luz,&lt;br /&gt;la luz de la luna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque al sol de tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;yo le tengo ganas,&lt;br /&gt;que yo me pongo moreno,&lt;br /&gt;de aquí a mañana, de aquí a mañana,&lt;br /&gt;yo me estaré enredando,&lt;br /&gt;entre tus telas de araña.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cierra tu ventana azul,&lt;br /&gt;y mejor que no me digas nada,&lt;br /&gt;toma mis ilusiones,&lt;br /&gt;ya no las quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo otras intenciones,&lt;br /&gt;tocarte el pelo,&lt;br /&gt;tocarte el alma,&lt;br /&gt;con la misma yema de mis dedos,&lt;br /&gt;que están perdiendo la calma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dame un poquito de beber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberé el zumo de tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;hasta el amanecer,&lt;br /&gt;beberte estoy esperando,&lt;br /&gt;tu cuerpo de mujer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dame un poquito de beber,&lt;br /&gt;beber hasta el amancer,&lt;br /&gt;dame un poquito de beber,&lt;br /&gt;dame un poquito de beber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero decirte,&lt;br /&gt;para convencerte,&lt;br /&gt;quiero ponerme cerca,&lt;br /&gt;para arroparte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dame lo primero,&lt;br /&gt;tus pertenencias,&lt;br /&gt;de lo de después,&lt;br /&gt;se encarga la ciéncia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque al son de tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;mi mirada baila,&lt;br /&gt;que te estoy cogiendo miedo,&lt;br /&gt;dando ventaja,&lt;br /&gt;me estoy poniendo el traje de ilusión,&lt;br /&gt;que yo me pongo de hombre araña,&lt;br /&gt;y me pongo cabezón de aquí a mañana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dame un poquito de beber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberé el zumo de tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;hasta el amanecer,&lt;br /&gt;beberte estoy esperando,&lt;br /&gt;tu cuerpo de mujer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dame un poquito de beber,&lt;br /&gt;beber hasta el amancer,&lt;br /&gt;dame un poquito de beber,&lt;br /&gt;dame un poquito de beber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Échale, échale...&lt;br /&gt;Échale, échale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Échale, échale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raaa, pararaaa, rabarabaraba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s2gm68cAzsg&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s2gm68cAzsg&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-4753231798023526330?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/4753231798023526330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=4753231798023526330' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/4753231798023526330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/4753231798023526330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/6a-mi-me-gusta.html' title='6.A mi me gusta'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-6370709323762296902</id><published>2008-06-07T10:57:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:05:21.239+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estopa - voces de ultratumba'/><title type='text'>5.Lunes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.Lunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lunes, por la mañana,&lt;br /&gt;sólo veo nubes, por la ventana,&lt;br /&gt;y un mal rollo me sube, por la garganta,&lt;br /&gt;con un fino hilo de luz loca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penetro en la boca del metro,&lt;br /&gt;donde me junto,&lt;br /&gt;donde me mezclo&lt;br /&gt;y nadie sabe el sueño que tengo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo una chiquilla que al subir me clava el codo,&lt;br /&gt;que me hace cosquillas y que le brillan los ojos,&lt;br /&gt;hace que me despierte un poco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, no me siento responsable,&lt;br /&gt;no quiero salir del bar,&lt;br /&gt;que se me cruzan los cables,&lt;br /&gt;y no los puedo arreglar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me digas mas detalles,&lt;br /&gt;de como puedo escapar,&lt;br /&gt;traza un plan que nunca falle,&lt;br /&gt;yo lo puedo hacer fallar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bajas, bajas y subes,&lt;br /&gt;no sé que me pasa,&lt;br /&gt;que siempre toy' en las nubes,&lt;br /&gt;nueve de la mañana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo se consume,&lt;br /&gt;como la ceniza de mi cigarro,&lt;br /&gt;que se muere en un cenicero de hierro,&lt;br /&gt;donde yo también me apago y me enciendo,&lt;br /&gt;donde me encuentro y donde me pierdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilla una sonrisa,&lt;br /&gt;que me enseña una trilla,&lt;br /&gt;que para mi como al dolor la espina,&lt;br /&gt;y mi alma que despierte un poco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, no me siento responsable,&lt;br /&gt;no quiero salir del bar,&lt;br /&gt;que se me cruzan los cables,&lt;br /&gt;y no los puedo arreglar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me digas mas detalles,&lt;br /&gt;de como puedo escapar,&lt;br /&gt;traza un plan que nunca falle,&lt;br /&gt;yo lo puedo hacer fallar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/djcn0R5zayE&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/djcn0R5zayE&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-6370709323762296902?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/6370709323762296902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=6370709323762296902' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/6370709323762296902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/6370709323762296902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/5lunes.html' title='5.Lunes'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-5510975214243547369</id><published>2008-06-07T10:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:04:42.570+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estopa - voces de ultratumba'/><title type='text'>4.A ninguna parte</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.A ninguna parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahora estoy algo cansado,&lt;br /&gt;y es que no me pasa nada,&lt;br /&gt;ningún vaso roto,&lt;br /&gt;ninguna mano por mi espalda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta noche es de esas noches,&lt;br /&gt;en que andas por andar,&lt;br /&gt;en que bailas sólo,&lt;br /&gt;en que ríes por no llorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me cojo un taxi,&lt;br /&gt;sólo son las dos y diez,&lt;br /&gt;en la radio suena,&lt;br /&gt;solamente un musical inglés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No resulta fácil decir, no quiero volver,&lt;br /&gt;arranque y no pregunte, usted sólo lléveme a ninguna parte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora estoy perdiendo el juicio,&lt;br /&gt;ahora sangro por los ojos,&lt;br /&gt;apesto a cerveza,&lt;br /&gt;y me estoy volviendo loco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo quiero marcharme, tengo que decidirme,&lt;br /&gt;y aún no se si ninguna parte, existe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me cojo un taxi,&lt;br /&gt;sólo son las dos y diez,&lt;br /&gt;en la radio suena,&lt;br /&gt;solamente un musical inglés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No resulta fácil decir, no quiero volver,&lt;br /&gt;arranque y no pregunte, usted sólo lléveme a ninguna parte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo poco dinero y no llevo equipaje,&lt;br /&gt;la luz de una farola ya empieza a marearme,&lt;br /&gt;la carretera quema y no quiero enfriarme,&lt;br /&gt;que me hierven las venas, que el corazón me arde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta vez es la buena, no voy a rajarme,&lt;br /&gt;como un barco fantasma, con el rumbo a ninguna parte, a ninguna parte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me cojo un taxi,&lt;br /&gt;sólo son las dos y diez,&lt;br /&gt;en la radio suena,&lt;br /&gt;solamente un musical inglés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No resulta fácil decir, no quiero volver,&lt;br /&gt;arranque y no pregunte, usted sólo lléveme a ninguna parte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bd-24EypmJ8&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bd-24EypmJ8&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-5510975214243547369?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/5510975214243547369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=5510975214243547369' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/5510975214243547369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/5510975214243547369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/4a-ninguna-parte.html' title='4.A ninguna parte'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-4355392292560749449</id><published>2008-06-07T10:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:03:56.905+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estopa - voces de ultratumba'/><title type='text'>3.Vacaciones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.Vacaciones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cerebros perdidos buscan cabezas vacías&lt;br /&gt;letras callejeras buscan canciones normales&lt;br /&gt;versos consentidos como se cruzan dos vías&lt;br /&gt;frases zalameras que parecen especiales.&lt;br /&gt;Esta frase célebre busca una boca muda&lt;br /&gt;ciegos que se ponen buscan casa con ventana&lt;br /&gt;muñecos de pesebre borrachos como cubas&lt;br /&gt;princesas que siempre se reconvierten en ranas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué mal repartido está el mundo desde el primer mes de Enero&lt;br /&gt;porque este juego dura un segundo y gana el que marca primero.&lt;br /&gt;No queremos cambiar de rumbo con los pies en el subsuelo&lt;br /&gt;y si la cosa se tuerce, pues nos cogemos y nos vamos pa´l pueblo.&lt;br /&gt;Y si nos quedamos con las ganas&lt;br /&gt;ponme el sello en la mano que vuelvo mañana,&lt;br /&gt;vuelvo mañana temprano.&lt;br /&gt;Que cualquier día es fin de semana&lt;br /&gt;igual que en las vacaciones de verano,&lt;br /&gt;yo con pantalón de pana con este solano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentes cautas para mentecatos supinos&lt;br /&gt;que siguen la pauta como buenos vecinos;&lt;br /&gt;palabras que se traban bajo efecto del vino&lt;br /&gt;frases maljuradas que marcan tu destino.&lt;br /&gt;Mi vecino farlopero tiene un padre madero&lt;br /&gt;no se quiere dar cuenta que siempre le falta el dinero,&lt;br /&gt;que casi siempre le toma el pelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué mal repartido está el mundo desde el primer mes de Enero&lt;br /&gt;porque este juego dura un segundo y gana el que marca primero.&lt;br /&gt;No queremos cambiar de rumbo con los pies en el subsuelo&lt;br /&gt;y si la cosa se tuerce, pues nos cogemos y nos vamos pa´l pueblo.&lt;br /&gt;Y si nos quedamos con las ganas&lt;br /&gt;ponme el sello en la mano que vuelvo mañana,&lt;br /&gt;vuelvo mañana temprano.&lt;br /&gt;Que cualquier día es fin de semana&lt;br /&gt;igual que en las vacaciones de verano,&lt;br /&gt;yo con pantalón de pana con este solano.&lt;br /&gt;Y si nos quedamos con las ganas&lt;br /&gt;ponme el sello en la mano que vuelvo mañana&lt;br /&gt;vuelvo mañana temprano.&lt;br /&gt;Que cualquier día es fin de semana&lt;br /&gt;igual que en las vacaciones de verano,&lt;br /&gt;yo con pantalón de pana con este solano.&lt;br /&gt;Y si nos quedamos con las ganas&lt;br /&gt;ponme el sello en la mano que vuelvo mañana&lt;br /&gt;vuelvo mañana temprano.&lt;br /&gt;Que cualquier día es fin de semana&lt;br /&gt;igual que en las vacaciones de verano,&lt;br /&gt;yo con pantalón de pana con este solano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;tiempo lo que nos falta es el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;yo te lo cuento con argumento&lt;br /&gt;el tiempo es lo que nos falta&lt;br /&gt;lo que no sobra nunca&lt;br /&gt;siempre es el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;tiempo lo que nos falta es el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;yo te lo cuento sin juramentos&lt;br /&gt;el tiempo es lo que nos falta&lt;br /&gt;lo que no sobra nunca&lt;br /&gt;siempre es el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siempre es el tiempo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vhO7CT1FEQA&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vhO7CT1FEQA&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-4355392292560749449?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/4355392292560749449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=4355392292560749449' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/4355392292560749449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/4355392292560749449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/3vacaciones.html' title='3.Vacaciones'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-200443089638561978</id><published>2008-06-07T10:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:03:11.203+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estopa - voces de ultratumba'/><title type='text'>2.Qué suerte la mía</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.Qué suerte la mía &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hace ya tanto tiempo que no me llamas,&lt;br /&gt;que me estoy planteando salirte a encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;Yo te he buscado siempre de madrugada,&lt;br /&gt;cuando cayó la noche te fuí a buscar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace ya tanto tiempo que no se nada de ti,&lt;br /&gt;que le he dado mil vueltas a la almohada.&lt;br /&gt;Vaya sorpresa ya de empezar el día,&lt;br /&gt;porque siempre apareces cuando a ti te da la gana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que suerte la mía de verte de día,&lt;br /&gt;fuí tantas noches de juergas vacías,&lt;br /&gt;que ya no veía la luz que lucia,&lt;br /&gt;florece alegría!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que suerte la mía de verte tendía,&lt;br /&gt;que pena que no sea así todos los días,&lt;br /&gt;porque a veces me lío y a veces me lían,&lt;br /&gt;una lotería que sin jugar toca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vida está loca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mejor que me ría,&lt;br /&gt;que pena que no sea así todos los días,&lt;br /&gt;porque a veces me lío y a veces me lían,&lt;br /&gt;una lotería que sin jugar toca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira que he imaginado este momento,&lt;br /&gt;que ya se me ha olvidado otra cosa pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Bienvenida a nuestro Hotel California,&lt;br /&gt;cuando caiga la noche venme a buscar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que suerte la mía de verte de día,&lt;br /&gt;fuí tantas noches de juergas vacías,&lt;br /&gt;que ya no veía la luz que lucia,&lt;br /&gt;florece alegría!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que suerte la mía de verte tendía,&lt;br /&gt;que pena que no sea así todos los días,&lt;br /&gt;porque a veces me lío y a veces me lían,&lt;br /&gt;una lotería que sin jugar toca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vida está loca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mejor que me ría,&lt;br /&gt;que pena que no sea así todos los días,&lt;br /&gt;porque a veces me lío y a veces me lían,&lt;br /&gt;una lotería que sin jugar toca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miradas perdías, besos sin saliva,&lt;br /&gt;latas que delatan, mis noches movidas,&lt;br /&gt;que mojan tu cama, que llenan mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;de cerveza fría.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay vientos que faltan,&lt;br /&gt;sonidos que sobran,&lt;br /&gt;hogueras que enfrían.&lt;br /&gt;Manos a la obra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que suerte la mía de verte tendía,&lt;br /&gt;que pena que no sea así todos los días.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa...&lt;br /&gt;Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa...&lt;br /&gt;Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que suerte la mía de verte tendía,&lt;br /&gt;que pena que no sea así todos los días,&lt;br /&gt;porque a veces me lío y a veces me lían,&lt;br /&gt;una lotería que sin jugar toca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vida está loca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mejor que me ría,&lt;br /&gt;que pena que no sea así todos los días,&lt;br /&gt;porque a veces me lío y a veces me lían,&lt;br /&gt;una lotería que sin jugar toca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toma... ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;Toma... ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;Toma... ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/200443089638561978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/2qu-suerte-la-ma.html' title='2.Qué suerte la mía'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-5777540355717847898</id><published>2008-06-07T10:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:02:04.776+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estopa - voces de ultratumba'/><title type='text'>1.Malabares</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.Malabares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esto es Estopa...&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me he levantado con un cable cruzado,&lt;br /&gt;tanto contacto me ha tocado el lado malo,&lt;br /&gt;y me he despertado con ganas de comerme el mundo.&lt;br /&gt;He necesitado estar involucrado en un meollo,&lt;br /&gt;cuestionado, casi siempre equivocado&lt;br /&gt;y me he dado cuenta&lt;br /&gt;que casi nunca cambio de rumbo.&lt;br /&gt;Malabares, por las calles,&lt;br /&gt;y la gente corriente ronda malos bares.&lt;br /&gt;Mala gente, con muy mal semblante&lt;br /&gt;montando bronca en la terraza del bar de enfrente,&lt;br /&gt;por donde corre la cerveza a mares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batucada,&lt;br /&gt;Ritmo constante,&lt;br /&gt;Ja ja, ja ja, ja ja, jaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si esta tarde tu vienes a verme&lt;br /&gt;estoy bolinga, disculpa que no me levante.&lt;br /&gt;No me interesa, no voy a levantarme,&lt;br /&gt;si tu me llamas no pienso ni moverme,&lt;br /&gt;está difícil el desacomodarme,&lt;br /&gt;yo siempre digo que voy pa´ llá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy, voy, pero que toma, estoy, toy&lt;br /&gt;no me voy a levantar,&lt;br /&gt;que aquí se está muy bien hoy.&lt;br /&gt;Yo digo voy, voy, pero que toma estoy (estoy)&lt;br /&gt;no me voy a levantar,&lt;br /&gt;que aquí se está muy bien hoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me he levantado con un cable cruzado,&lt;br /&gt;tanto contacto me ha tocado el lado malo,&lt;br /&gt;y me he despertado con ganas de comerme el mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Y he necesitado estar involucrado en un meollo,&lt;br /&gt;cuestionado, casi siempre equivocado&lt;br /&gt;y me he dado cuenta&lt;br /&gt;que casi nunca cambio de rumbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malabares, por las calles,&lt;br /&gt;y la gente corriente ronda malos bares.&lt;br /&gt;Mala gente, con muy mal semblante&lt;br /&gt;montando bronca en la terraza del bar de enfrente,&lt;br /&gt;por donde corre la cerveza a mares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batucada,&lt;br /&gt;Ritmo constante,&lt;br /&gt;Jaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si esta tarde tu vienes a verme,&lt;br /&gt;y estoy bolinga, disculpa que no me levante.&lt;br /&gt;No me interesa, no voy a levantarme,&lt;br /&gt;y si tu me llamas no pienso ni moverme,&lt;br /&gt;está difícil el desacomodarme,&lt;br /&gt;yo siempre digo que voy pa´ llá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy, voy, pero que toma, estoy, toy&lt;br /&gt;no me voy a levantar,&lt;br /&gt;que aquí se está muy bien hoy.&lt;br /&gt;Yo digo voy, voy, pero que toma estoy (estoy)&lt;br /&gt;no me voy a levantar,&lt;br /&gt;que aquí se está muy bien hoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Estoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aQxkvrswj_8&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aQxkvrswj_8&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-5777540355717847898?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/5777540355717847898/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=5777540355717847898' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/5777540355717847898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/5777540355717847898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/06/1malabares.html' title='1.Malabares'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-9193077893563798907</id><published>2008-05-30T16:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:42:46.284+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Contracorriente'/><title type='text'>A Contracorriente</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yU1mHyPFTHw/SEL7gWDSudI/AAAAAAAAATQ/BucBjAVU_WQ/s200/El_Canto_Del_Loco-A_Contracorriente-Frontal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207000652287490514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANCIONES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/1preguntas.html"&gt;01 - Preguntas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/02-vmonos.html"&gt;02 - Vámonos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/03-puede-ser.html"&gt;03 - Puede Ser &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/04-contracorriente.html"&gt;04 - A Contracorriente&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/05-una-salida.html"&gt;05 - Una Salida&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/06-contigo.html"&gt;06 - Contigo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/07-tremendo.html"&gt;07 - Tremendo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/08-super-heroe.html"&gt;08 - Super Heroe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/09-para-siempre.html"&gt;09 - Para Siempre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-crash.html"&gt;10 - Crash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/11-aquellos-aos-locos-bonus-track.html"&gt;11 - Aquellos AÑos Locos (Bonus Track)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-9193077893563798907?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/9193077893563798907/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=9193077893563798907' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/9193077893563798907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/9193077893563798907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/contracorriente.html' title='A Contracorriente'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yU1mHyPFTHw/SEL7gWDSudI/AAAAAAAAATQ/BucBjAVU_WQ/s72-c/El_Canto_Del_Loco-A_Contracorriente-Frontal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-2795123677205630832</id><published>2008-05-30T16:29:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:42:45.821+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El canto del loco - A Contracorriente'/><title type='text'>11 - Aquellos AÑos Locos (Bonus Track)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 - Aquellos AÑos Locos (Bonus Track)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acuérdate de tus tardes de recreo&lt;br /&gt;De tus cromos y tebeos&lt;br /&gt;De las series que se hicieron para ti&lt;br /&gt;De ese erizo que era rosa&lt;br /&gt;Tu querías ser ficha rosa&lt;br /&gt;Y tener todas las cosas&lt;br /&gt;Acuérdate, sólo había dos canales&lt;br /&gt;Y unos rombos decidían&lt;br /&gt;Si veías o no veías una peli que tenía&lt;br /&gt;Mil efectos especiales, actuaba un tal Dar Vader&lt;br /&gt;Y venían de un planeta sideral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Estribillo)&lt;br /&gt;Tenías tanta ilusión&lt;br /&gt;Por ser mayor&lt;br /&gt;Que imitabas a tus ídolos en el salón&lt;br /&gt;Querías ser un goleador&lt;br /&gt;En el 82&lt;br /&gt;Y ser princesa de aquel&lt;br /&gt;Príncipe que no apareció&lt;br /&gt;Recuerda bien tus cabañas construidas&lt;br /&gt;Querías ser un espía, y tu madre te decía&lt;br /&gt;No esta bien, que inventes mil fantasías&lt;br /&gt;Y que vivas en tu mundo de baldosas amarillas&lt;br /&gt;Recuerda hoy esa bici que querías&lt;br /&gt;La de Elliot parecía que nunca conseguirías&lt;br /&gt;Para volar, conquistando aquella luna&lt;br /&gt;Devolviendo una fortuna, siendo un miembro&lt;br /&gt;Del equipo A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aZR8Kn4hRHY&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aZR8Kn4hRHY&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-2795123677205630832?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/2795123677205630832/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=2795123677205630832' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/2795123677205630832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/2795123677205630832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/11-aquellos-aos-locos-bonus-track.html' title='11 - Aquellos AÑos Locos (Bonus Track)'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-2044485363351261129</id><published>2008-05-30T16:29:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:41:27.285+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El canto del loco - A Contracorriente'/><title type='text'>10 - Crash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 - Crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dale más velocidad, en menos de tres horas podemos llegar&lt;br /&gt;Súbeme la radio más&lt;br /&gt;Enciéndete un cigarro y dale caña ya&lt;br /&gt;No podía soportar el humo asqueroso de la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;Ha llegado el momento crucial&lt;br /&gt;Nos vamos a la playa y nadie va a parar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo yo tengo el poder, el volante en mis manos, yo controlaré&lt;br /&gt;No me digas qué tengo que hacer&lt;br /&gt;Iremos a doscientos y si no bájate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na, na, na, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue en el tramo más difícil, el que tanto controlaba, se estrelló y logró&lt;br /&gt;Conseguir que todo aquello que iba ser alegre sólo fuera triste&lt;br /&gt;Sólo tú lo conseguiste, joder mis vacaciones con tu plan más gris&lt;br /&gt;Ahora vas a ser lo más&lt;br /&gt;Podrás contar a todos la piña que nos diste&lt;br /&gt;Ahora vas niñato a decirme&lt;br /&gt;Si esto es forma de divertirse&lt;br /&gt;Sal corriendo ahora mismo&lt;br /&gt;Te vamos a matar que fue lo que quisiste hacer tú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, na, na, na, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/2044485363351261129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/2044485363351261129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-crash.html' title='10 - Crash'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-8417128384211458605</id><published>2008-05-30T16:29:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:40:31.127+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El canto del loco - A Contracorriente'/><title type='text'>09 - Para Siempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09 - Para Siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoy estoy llorando y sé&lt;br /&gt;Que mientras tanto tú&lt;br /&gt;Ya no piensas en ser&lt;br /&gt;La niña que hace tiempo fuiste&lt;br /&gt;Y que hiciste este dolor&lt;br /&gt;Sólo quiero volver&lt;br /&gt;a ver esa ilusión&lt;br /&gt;en esos ojos que antes me enseñaban&lt;br /&gt;y me muestran ahora sólo lo peor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Estribillo)&lt;br /&gt;Vuelve a estar conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Vuelve a sonreir&lt;br /&gt;Vuelve a este camino&lt;br /&gt;Vuelve para vivir&lt;br /&gt;Y pienso en lo que he perdido&lt;br /&gt;Y siento lo que es sentir&lt;br /&gt;Qué sepas que estoy dolido&lt;br /&gt;Y ya no voy a saber de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy estoy tan solo y sé&lt;br /&gt;Que sólo faltas tu&lt;br /&gt;Y sólo pienso en ser la causa&lt;br /&gt;que haga que te rías&lt;br /&gt;y que exista esta canción&lt;br /&gt;Yo no quiero volver a esa situación&lt;br /&gt;Con esos gestos que eran mi alimento&lt;br /&gt;Y me llegan y ahora yo te pido ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pXQRQY75cQg&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pXQRQY75cQg&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-8417128384211458605?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/8417128384211458605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=8417128384211458605' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/8417128384211458605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/8417128384211458605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/09-para-siempre.html' title='09 - Para Siempre'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-2097372015672792941</id><published>2008-05-30T16:29:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:39:27.906+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El canto del loco - A Contracorriente'/><title type='text'>08 - Super Heroe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;08 - Super Heroe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esta es la historia de un súper héroe que sólo sabía hacer el mal y sólo quería volar, esta es la historia de un hombre sin eso, que sólo sabia volar y sólo quería volar y nunca sabréis quién es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quién es? Esperman&lt;br /&gt;Quién es? Esperman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El cosmos a tus pies y miles de poderes&lt;br /&gt;Para poder luchar contra los súper héroes&lt;br /&gt;Sobrevolando va por toda la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;Rompiendo el aire, no haciendo caso a nadie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estribillo&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy Esperman y he nacido en un local de ambiente&lt;br /&gt;Quiere tener el control de tu mente&lt;br /&gt;Quiero sentir que no soy el único indecente&lt;br /&gt;Y que voy a robar la fantasía sexual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la gente&lt;br /&gt;De tu mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quién es? Esperman&lt;br /&gt;Quién es? Esperman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vas a cerrar el bar, no jodas&lt;br /&gt;Esperman ya está aquí, que empieza todo ahora&lt;br /&gt;Sobrevolando va por toda la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;Rompiendo el aire, no haciendo caso a nadie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estribillo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado! Y hace tiempo he estado esperando este momento&lt;br /&gt;Y encontrarme con un héroe que haya cambiado de sexo&lt;br /&gt;Y he pensado que tu fuerza puede ser, esa fuerza que me ayude a ser otro súper héroe&lt;br /&gt;Y dime que es lo que tengo que hacer, dímelo&lt;br /&gt;Y ven aquí, sólo ven, cuéntame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estribillo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5P6V9YWT9h0&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5P6V9YWT9h0&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-2097372015672792941?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-3306863531728349081</id><published>2008-05-30T16:29:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:38:32.550+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El canto del loco - A Contracorriente'/><title type='text'>07 - Tremendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07 - Tremendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eres un tío tremendo&lt;br /&gt;Y todo lo que haces te sale de dentro&lt;br /&gt;Y siempre te dejas la piel en el fuego&lt;br /&gt;Y quiero que sepas que de ti aprendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres un tío tremendo, tienes carisma, sabes hacerlo&lt;br /&gt;Tienes metido el talento por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Con solo mirarte ya se lo qué quiero&lt;br /&gt;Eres un genio y lo siento&lt;br /&gt;Esa energía me llega hasta el centro&lt;br /&gt;Tu sabes hacerlo y yo recogerlo&lt;br /&gt;Me das de tu vida y yo experimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tremendo, tremendo, tremendo x 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Estribillo)&lt;br /&gt;Y siempre supe que eras tremendo&lt;br /&gt;Y siempre supe oir tu corazón&lt;br /&gt;Lo que me diste fue con tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;Con eso me vale y esto se acabó&lt;br /&gt;Y solo es mirarte y congelarte&lt;br /&gt;Y sólo existe hacia ti admiración&lt;br /&gt;Lo que tu tienes no lo tiene nadie&lt;br /&gt;Eres muy grande, tienes ese don&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tremendo, tremendo, tremendo x 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres un tío tremendo&lt;br /&gt;Y todo lo que haces te sale de dentro&lt;br /&gt;Y siempre te dejas la piel en el fuego&lt;br /&gt;Y quiero que sepas que de ti aprendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres muy grande eso es cierto&lt;br /&gt;Te llevas muy bien a la gente para adentro&lt;br /&gt;Guiñas un ojo y ya están sonriendo&lt;br /&gt;Con solo mirarte ya sé lo que quiero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres un "crack" de los buenos&lt;br /&gt;Tienes mirada, eres tremendo&lt;br /&gt;Tienes un sueño y lo vas consiguiendo&lt;br /&gt;Que sepas amigo que de ti aprendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tremendo, tremendo, tremendo x 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yJnFlH-iGfg&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yJnFlH-iGfg&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-3306863531728349081?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/3306863531728349081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=3306863531728349081' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/3306863531728349081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/3306863531728349081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/07-tremendo.html' title='07 - Tremendo'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-3479432270731512720</id><published>2008-05-30T16:29:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:37:54.801+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El canto del loco - A Contracorriente'/><title type='text'>06 - Contigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;06 - Contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Contigo, quiero estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Y decirte que ya no puedo vivir sin ti&lt;br /&gt;Contigo quiero ganar, contigo&lt;br /&gt;Y conseguir que todo el tiempo sea estar junto a ti&lt;br /&gt;Contigo, quiero estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Y decirte que ya no puedo vivir sin ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Estribillo)&lt;br /&gt;Y sólo quiero vivir contigo&lt;br /&gt;Y sólo quiero bailar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Sólo quiero estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Y quiero ser lo que nunca he sido&lt;br /&gt;Sólo quiero soñar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Sólo voy a cantar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Lo voy a hacer todo contigo&lt;br /&gt;Ya ves, sé lo que me digo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siento cuando estás, y tú me das tu voz con esa fuerza&lt;br /&gt;Quiero oírte más tu voz gritar ese susurro loco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contigo, quiero escuchar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción que solamente habla de ti y de mi&lt;br /&gt;Contigo, lo soy todo contigo&lt;br /&gt;Me haces falta y ya no puedo vivir sin ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contigo, quiero estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Y decirte que ya no puedo vivir sin ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(estribillo)&lt;br /&gt;Siento cuando estás, y tú me das tu voz con esa fuerza&lt;br /&gt;Quiero oírte más tu voz gritar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0H0KrV8jYtY&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0H0KrV8jYtY&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-3479432270731512720?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/3479432270731512720/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=3479432270731512720' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/3479432270731512720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/3479432270731512720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/06-contigo.html' title='06 - Contigo'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-4028751136267202057</id><published>2008-05-30T16:29:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:37:03.180+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El canto del loco - A Contracorriente'/><title type='text'>05 - Una Salida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;05 - Una Salida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tal vez no tengas ganas de saber&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez el mundo sufre y no lo quieras comprender&lt;br /&gt;Y eres tu otro que no lo quiere ver&lt;br /&gt;Que existen más problemas que los tuyos y los de él&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Estribillo)&lt;br /&gt;Y busco una salida&lt;br /&gt;Un mundo lleno de alegría&lt;br /&gt;A ver qué puedes hacer&lt;br /&gt;Poner de tu parte para ver&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez imaginé se arreglaría&lt;br /&gt;Y he vuelto a saber&lt;br /&gt;Que tal vez imaginé que llegaría&lt;br /&gt;Y he vuelto a saber porqué&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con solo darte cuenta bastará&lt;br /&gt;Saber que tu has nacido en un preciado lugar&lt;br /&gt;Y llego la hora de reconocer&lt;br /&gt;Los errores que el hombre ha llegado a cometer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H1_7h0QJY6o&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H1_7h0QJY6o&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-4028751136267202057?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-2350243337882633645</id><published>2008-05-30T16:29:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:36:29.857+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El canto del loco - A Contracorriente'/><title type='text'>04 - A Contracorriente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;04 - A Contracorriente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todo lo que hacía ese día me salía muy mal&lt;br /&gt;Despierto y no te escucho y la sonrisa me dice qué va&lt;br /&gt;El agua de la ducha ya no puede estar más fría&lt;br /&gt;Quiero volver a sentir&lt;br /&gt;Escuchar sólo tu voz&lt;br /&gt;Que me diga aquello&lt;br /&gt;Que todas las mañanas repetía en sueños&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y salgo y te busco y no veo el momento&lt;br /&gt;Me asusto&lt;br /&gt;Te vuelvo a buscar&lt;br /&gt;Corriendo a contracorriente&lt;br /&gt;Sentir que no te encuentro entre tanta gente&lt;br /&gt;Que viene, que corre&lt;br /&gt;Y no escucha a su mente&lt;br /&gt;Me cansan&lt;br /&gt;Te vuelvo a buscar&lt;br /&gt;Sentir que nadie me escucha&lt;br /&gt;Escondo mis palabras me vuelvo a la ducha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora, y desde entonces, nunca nadie me ha vuelto a engañar&lt;br /&gt;Perdí todo lo dado y nunca más lo voy a recuperar&lt;br /&gt;El Canto del Loco tiene eso que tú no tenias.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero volver a sentir&lt;br /&gt;Escuchar sólo tu voz&lt;br /&gt;Que me diga aquello&lt;br /&gt;Que todas las mañanas repetía en sueños.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hR6_hfkk9io&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hR6_hfkk9io&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-2350243337882633645?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/2350243337882633645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=2350243337882633645' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/2350243337882633645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/2350243337882633645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/04-contracorriente_30.html' title='04 - A Contracorriente'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-3406298082073293229</id><published>2008-05-30T16:29:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:36:27.951+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El canto del loco - A Contracorriente'/><title type='text'>04 - A Contracorriente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;04 - A Contracorriente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todo lo que hacía ese día me salía muy mal&lt;br /&gt;Despierto y no te escucho y la sonrisa me dice qué va&lt;br /&gt;El agua de la ducha ya no puede estar más fría&lt;br /&gt;Quiero volver a sentir&lt;br /&gt;Escuchar sólo tu voz&lt;br /&gt;Que me diga aquello&lt;br /&gt;Que todas las mañanas repetía en sueños&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y salgo y te busco y no veo el momento&lt;br /&gt;Me asusto&lt;br /&gt;Te vuelvo a buscar&lt;br /&gt;Corriendo a contracorriente&lt;br /&gt;Sentir que no te encuentro entre tanta gente&lt;br /&gt;Que viene, que corre&lt;br /&gt;Y no escucha a su mente&lt;br /&gt;Me cansan&lt;br /&gt;Te vuelvo a buscar&lt;br /&gt;Sentir que nadie me escucha&lt;br /&gt;Escondo mis palabras me vuelvo a la ducha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora, y desde entonces, nunca nadie me ha vuelto a engañar&lt;br /&gt;Perdí todo lo dado y nunca más lo voy a recuperar&lt;br /&gt;El Canto del Loco tiene eso que tú no tenias.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero volver a sentir&lt;br /&gt;Escuchar sólo tu voz&lt;br /&gt;Que me diga aquello&lt;br /&gt;Que todas las mañanas repetía en sueños.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/3406298082073293229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/3406298082073293229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/04-contracorriente.html' title='04 - A Contracorriente'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-5277017912698349350</id><published>2008-05-30T16:29:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:35:38.381+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El canto del loco - A Contracorriente'/><title type='text'>03 - Puede Ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03 - Puede Ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No sé si quedan amigos&lt;br /&gt;Ni si existe el amor&lt;br /&gt;Si puedo contar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Para hablar de dolor&lt;br /&gt;Si existe alguien que escuche&lt;br /&gt;Cuando alzo la voz&lt;br /&gt;Y no sentirme sóla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puede ser que la vida me guíe hasta el sol&lt;br /&gt;Puede ser que el mal domine tus horas&lt;br /&gt;O que toda tu risa le gane ese pulso al dolor&lt;br /&gt;Puede ser que lo malo sea hoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naces y vives solo x 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy haciendo mis planes&lt;br /&gt;Voy sabiendo quien soy&lt;br /&gt;Voy buscando mi parte&lt;br /&gt;Voy logrando el control&lt;br /&gt;Van jugando contigo&lt;br /&gt;Van rompiendo tu amor&lt;br /&gt;Van dejándote solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naces y vives solo x 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo puede mejorar&lt;br /&gt;Algo que pueda encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Algo que me dé ese aliento&lt;br /&gt;Que me ayude a imaginar&lt;br /&gt;Y yo lo quiero lograr&lt;br /&gt;Y sólo quiero recordar&lt;br /&gt;Y darle tiempo a este momento&lt;br /&gt;Que me ayude a superar&lt;br /&gt;Que me dé tu sentimiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O5QY7O4pzJc&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O5QY7O4pzJc&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-5277017912698349350?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/5277017912698349350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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term='El canto del loco - A Contracorriente'/><title type='text'>02 - Vámonos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;02 - Vámonos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vámonos, ai vámonos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mi me han dicho que por las noches&lt;br /&gt;Gritas mi nombre y te pones a llorar&lt;br /&gt;A mi me cuentan que por ser Romeo&lt;br /&gt;A mi Julieta no le puedo besar&lt;br /&gt;A mi me dicen que tienes miedo&lt;br /&gt;Y que quieres que alguien te quiera sin más&lt;br /&gt;A mi me duele que tú estés sola&lt;br /&gt;Y que yo sólo y sin poderte tocar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Estribillo)&lt;br /&gt;Vámonos, vámonos&lt;br /&gt;Coge más fuerza y verás&lt;br /&gt;Vámonos, vámanos&lt;br /&gt;Nadie nos podrá parar&lt;br /&gt;Vámonos, vámonos&lt;br /&gt;Con la cabeza bien alta&lt;br /&gt;Vámonos, vámonos&lt;br /&gt;Que estamos para disfrutar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mi me han visto hoy por tu ventana&lt;br /&gt;Sólo por eso me quieren matar&lt;br /&gt;A mi me buscan y a ti te buscan&lt;br /&gt;Pero el tesoro encontrado está&lt;br /&gt;A mi me tienes, yo a ti te tengo&lt;br /&gt;Y por lo tanto que más nos da&lt;br /&gt;Ay niña no te bebas el veneno&lt;br /&gt;Que en esta vida hay que disfrutar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vqDoy_4iwAY&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vqDoy_4iwAY&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-3835723148661646586?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/3835723148661646586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=3835723148661646586' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/3835723148661646586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/3835723148661646586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/02-vmonos.html' title='02 - Vámonos'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-1995485702150466392</id><published>2008-05-30T16:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:32:38.004+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El canto del loco - A Contracorriente'/><title type='text'>01 - Preguntas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;01 - Preguntas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mírame, no me da igual,&lt;br /&gt;Piénsalo, porque todo lo que digo&lt;br /&gt;Sabes qué, nunca está bién,&lt;br /&gt;Inténtalo, que ya no te quiero&lt;br /&gt;Porque tú sabes hacer que no vaya bien,&lt;br /&gt;Que quiera o no quiera no va a valer&lt;br /&gt;El día ha pasado sin que nadie me vuelva a creer&lt;br /&gt;Que yo te busco, intento que te vuelvas y sientas lo que es&lt;br /&gt;La vida se pierde y yo quiero la vida otra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preguntas, preguntas, preguntas x 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya está bien, mira, no quiero volver a ser&lt;br /&gt;El juguete que pisas sin saber&lt;br /&gt;Y todo ha pasado sin que tu me hagas caso otra vez&lt;br /&gt;Y yo te busco intento que se arregle y volvamos a querer&lt;br /&gt;La vida se pierde y yo quiero la vida otra vez&lt;br /&gt;Y te vuelvo a recordar, recuerda&lt;br /&gt;Y me vuelvo a preguntar, preguntas&lt;br /&gt;Que si he llegado tarde,&lt;br /&gt;Que si he pasado un bache&lt;br /&gt;Que me has pillado y todo lo que digo te da igual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preguntas, preguntas, preguntas x 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te vuelvo a recordar, recuerda&lt;br /&gt;Y me vuelvo a preguntar, de qué vas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4zNh_j81qTI&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4zNh_j81qTI&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-1995485702150466392?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/1995485702150466392/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=1995485702150466392' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/1995485702150466392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/1995485702150466392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/1preguntas.html' title='01 - Preguntas'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-1815491388203362123</id><published>2008-05-30T15:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T15:11:52.335+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meteora'/><title type='text'>Meteora</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yU1mHyPFTHw/SD_9C2DSucI/AAAAAAAAATI/IPstZiGXDdE/s200/linkinpark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206157919574473154" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANCIONES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/01-dont-stay.html"&gt;01 - Don’t Stay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/02-somewhere-i-belong.html"&gt;02 - Somewhere I Belong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/03-lying-from-you.html"&gt;03 - Lying From You &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/04-hit-floor.html"&gt;04 - Hit The Floor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/05-easier-to-run.html"&gt;05 - Easier To Run&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/06-faint.html"&gt;06 - Faint&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/07-figure09.html"&gt;07 - Figure.09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/08-breaking-habit.html"&gt;08 - Breaking The Habit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/09-from-inside.html"&gt;09 - From The Inside&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-nobody-listening.html"&gt;10 - Nobody Listening&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/11-numb.html"&gt;11 - Numb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-1815491388203362123?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/1815491388203362123/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=1815491388203362123' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/1815491388203362123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/1815491388203362123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/meteora.html' title='Meteora'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yU1mHyPFTHw/SD_9C2DSucI/AAAAAAAAATI/IPstZiGXDdE/s72-c/linkinpark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-4433722763946099080</id><published>2008-05-30T14:48:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T15:01:26.448+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park - Meteora'/><title type='text'>11 - Numb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 - Numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be,&lt;br /&gt;feeling so faithless, lost under the surface&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what you're expecting of me,&lt;br /&gt;put under the pressure, of walking in your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(caught in the undertown, just caught in the undertown).&lt;br /&gt;Every step I take is another mistake to you.&lt;br /&gt;(caught in the undertown, just caught in the undertown).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb, I can't feel you there,&lt;br /&gt;Become so tired, so much more aware.&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming this, all I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me, and be less like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that you're smothering me,&lt;br /&gt;holding too tightly, afraid to lose control.&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything that you thought I would be,&lt;br /&gt;has fallen apart, right in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(caught in the undertown, just caught in the undertown).&lt;br /&gt;Every step that I takE is another mistake to you.&lt;br /&gt;(caught in the undertown, just caught in the undertown).&lt;br /&gt;And every second I waste is more than I can take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I become so numb, I can'T feel you there,&lt;br /&gt;Become so tired, so much more awaRe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming this, all I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me, and be less like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I know,&lt;br /&gt;I may end up failing too.&lt;br /&gt;But I know,&lt;br /&gt;you were just like me,&lt;br /&gt;with someone dissapointed in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I become so numb, I can feel you there,&lt;br /&gt;Become so tired, so much more awaRe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming this, all I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me, and be less like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I become so numb, I can feel you there,&lt;br /&gt;i'M TIRED OF BEING what you want me to be.&lt;br /&gt;I become so numb, I can feel you there,&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of be what you want me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_5Oi4R-jSoA&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_5Oi4R-jSoA&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-4433722763946099080?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/4433722763946099080/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=4433722763946099080' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/4433722763946099080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/4433722763946099080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/11-numb.html' title='11 - Numb'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-7652100417532856111</id><published>2008-05-30T14:48:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T15:00:53.871+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park - Meteora'/><title type='text'>10 - Nobody Listening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 - Nobody Listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Come, come, come, coming at you)&lt;br /&gt;(Come, coming at you, come coming at you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, keep the style and the kid is checkin for it,&lt;br /&gt;and the number one question is how could you ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;We drop right back in the cud,&lt;br /&gt;over basement trax with rap stack.&lt;br /&gt;Got you back in the sup like rewind math,&lt;br /&gt;we're just rolling with the rhytm.&lt;br /&gt;Rise from the ashes and stylish the division&lt;br /&gt;with theese non-stop lyrics of life living.&lt;br /&gt;Not to be forgotten but still unforgiven.&lt;br /&gt;But in the meantime,&lt;br /&gt;there are thoose,&lt;br /&gt;who wanna talk this and that.&lt;br /&gt;So I suppose,&lt;br /&gt;that it gets to a point where feelings gotta get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;And get dirty with people spreading the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to give you warning,&lt;br /&gt;but everyone ignores me.&lt;br /&gt;Told you everything loud and clear,&lt;br /&gt;but nobody's listening.&lt;br /&gt;Go to you so clearly,&lt;br /&gt;but you don't want to hear me.&lt;br /&gt;Told you everything loud and clear,&lt;br /&gt;but nobody's listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a heart full of pain,&lt;br /&gt;head full of stress,&lt;br /&gt;hand full of anger,&lt;br /&gt;held in my chest.&lt;br /&gt;And everything left's a waste of time,&lt;br /&gt;I hate my rhymes, but hate everyone else's more.&lt;br /&gt;I'm riding on the back of this pressure,&lt;br /&gt;guessing that it's better I can't keep myself together.&lt;br /&gt;Because all of this stress gave me something to ride on,&lt;br /&gt;the pain gave me something I can set my socks on.&lt;br /&gt;Never forget the blood, sweat and tears,&lt;br /&gt;the uphill struggle over years, the fear in it.&lt;br /&gt;Trashtalking and the people it was to,&lt;br /&gt;and the people that started it just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to give you warning,&lt;br /&gt;but everyone ignores me.&lt;br /&gt;Told you everything loud and clear,&lt;br /&gt;but nobody's listening.&lt;br /&gt;Go to you so clearly,&lt;br /&gt;but you don't want to hear me.&lt;br /&gt;Told you everything loud and clear,&lt;br /&gt;but nobody's listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a heart full of pain,&lt;br /&gt;head full of stress,&lt;br /&gt;hand full of anger,&lt;br /&gt;held in my chest.&lt;br /&gt;Uphill struggle,&lt;br /&gt;blood, sweat and tears.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to gain, everything to fear.&lt;br /&gt;I got a heart full of pain,&lt;br /&gt;head full of stress,&lt;br /&gt;hand full of anger,&lt;br /&gt;held in my chest.&lt;br /&gt;Uphill struggle,&lt;br /&gt;blood, sweat and tears.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to gain,&lt;br /&gt;everything to fear.&lt;br /&gt;(Heartfull of pain, Heartfull of pain, Heartfull of pain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to give you warning,&lt;br /&gt;but everyone ignores me.&lt;br /&gt;Told you everything loud and clear,&lt;br /&gt;but nobody's listening.&lt;br /&gt;Go to you so clearly,&lt;br /&gt;but you don't want to hear me.&lt;br /&gt;Told you everything loud and clear,&lt;br /&gt;but nobody's listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a heart full of pain,&lt;br /&gt;head full of stress.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's listening.&lt;br /&gt;hand full of anger,&lt;br /&gt;held in my chest.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's listening.&lt;br /&gt;Uphill struggle,&lt;br /&gt;blood, sweat and tears.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's listening.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to gain,&lt;br /&gt;everything to fear.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Come, come, come, come, coming at you)&lt;br /&gt;(Come, coming, coming, come, coming at you)&lt;br /&gt;(Come, coming, come, come, come,coming at you)&lt;br /&gt;(Come, come, come, coming at you from every side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/efm_AZRLntM&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/efm_AZRLntM&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-7652100417532856111?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/7652100417532856111/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=7652100417532856111' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/7652100417532856111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/7652100417532856111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-nobody-listening.html' title='10 - Nobody Listening'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-7814483708908513502</id><published>2008-05-30T14:48:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T15:00:19.932+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park - Meteora'/><title type='text'>09 - From The Inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09 - From The Inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know who to trust, no surprise&lt;br /&gt;Everyone it feels so far away from me&lt;br /&gt;Heavy thoughts sift through dust, and the lies&lt;br /&gt;Tryin not to break but I'm so tired of this deceit&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to make myself get back up on my feet&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is this&lt;br /&gt;All the time and time between&lt;br /&gt;And how I try and I put my trust in you&lt;br /&gt;Just takes so much out of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take everything from the inside&lt;br /&gt;And throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;Cause I swear for the last time&lt;br /&gt;I won't trust myself with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tension is building inside, steadily&lt;br /&gt;Everyone feels so far away from me&lt;br /&gt;Heavy thoughts forcing their way out of me&lt;br /&gt;Tryin not to break but I'm so tired of this deceit&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to make myself get back up on my feet&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is this&lt;br /&gt;All the time and time between&lt;br /&gt;And how I try and I put my trust in you&lt;br /&gt;Just takes so much out of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take everything from the inside&lt;br /&gt;And throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;Cause I swear for the last time&lt;br /&gt;I won't trust myself with you&lt;br /&gt;I won't waste myself on you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;Waste myself on you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Take everything from the inside&lt;br /&gt;And throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;Cause I swear for the last time&lt;br /&gt;I won't trust myself with you&lt;br /&gt;Everything from the inside&lt;br /&gt;And just throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;Cause I swear for the last time&lt;br /&gt;I won't trust myself with you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1P6PJe76TdU&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1P6PJe76TdU&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-7814483708908513502?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/7814483708908513502/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=7814483708908513502' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/7814483708908513502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/7814483708908513502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/09-from-inside.html' title='09 - From The Inside'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-6507768923643094031</id><published>2008-05-30T14:48:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:59:29.243+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park - Meteora'/><title type='text'>08 - Breaking The Habit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;08 - Breaking The Habit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Memories consume like opening the wounds&lt;br /&gt;I'm picking me apart again&lt;br /&gt;You all assume&lt;br /&gt;I'm safe here in my room&lt;br /&gt;Unless I try to start again&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be the one the battles always choose&lt;br /&gt;Cuz inside I realize that I'm the one confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's worth fighting for&lt;br /&gt;Or why I have to scream...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I instigate&lt;br /&gt;And say what I don't mean...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I got this way&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not alright...&lt;br /&gt;So I'm breaking the habit&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking the habit tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clutching my cure&lt;br /&gt;I tightly lock the door&lt;br /&gt;I try to catch my breath again&lt;br /&gt;I hurt much more than any time before&lt;br /&gt;I have no options left again&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be the one the battles always choose&lt;br /&gt;Cuz inside I realize that I'm the one confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's worth fighting for&lt;br /&gt;Or why I have to scream...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I instigate&lt;br /&gt;And say what I don't mean...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I got this way&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be alright...&lt;br /&gt;So I'm breaking the habit&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking the habit tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll paint it on the walls&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm the one that falls&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fight again&lt;br /&gt;and this is how it ends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's worth fighting for&lt;br /&gt;Or why I have to scream...&lt;br /&gt;But now I have some clarity to show you what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I got this way&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be alright...&lt;br /&gt;So I'm breaking the habit&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking the habit&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking the habit tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DCg3EgMXmqs&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DCg3EgMXmqs&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-6507768923643094031?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/6507768923643094031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=6507768923643094031' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/6507768923643094031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/6507768923643094031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/08-breaking-habit.html' title='08 - Breaking The Habit'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-3118480393592328662</id><published>2008-05-30T14:48:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:58:53.883+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park - Meteora'/><title type='text'>07 - Figure.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07 - Figure.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing ever stops all these thoughts and the pain attached to them&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why this is happening&lt;br /&gt;It's like nothing I could do would distract me when&lt;br /&gt;I think of how I shot myself in the back again&lt;br /&gt;Cause from the infinite words I could say&lt;br /&gt;I put all the pain you gave to me on display&lt;br /&gt;Didn't realize instead of setting it free&lt;br /&gt;I took what I hated and made it a part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never goes away...&lt;br /&gt;Never goes away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, you've become a part of me&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be right here&lt;br /&gt;You've become a part of me&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my fear&lt;br /&gt;I can't separate&lt;br /&gt;Myself from what I've done&lt;br /&gt;Giving up a part of me&lt;br /&gt;I've let myself become you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing your name, the memories come back again&lt;br /&gt;I remember when it started happening&lt;br /&gt;I see you in every thought I had and then&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts slowly found words attached to them&lt;br /&gt;And I knew is they escaped the way I was committing myself to them and everyday&lt;br /&gt;I regret saying those things, cuz now I see that&lt;br /&gt;I took what I hated and made it a part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never goes away...&lt;br /&gt;Never goes away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, you've become a part of me&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be right here&lt;br /&gt;You've become a part of me&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my fear&lt;br /&gt;I can't separate&lt;br /&gt;Myself from what I've done&lt;br /&gt;Giving up a part of me&lt;br /&gt;I've let myself become you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never goes away...&lt;br /&gt;Never goes away...&lt;br /&gt;It never goes away...&lt;br /&gt;It never goes away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET AWAY FROM ME!&lt;br /&gt;Give me my space back, you gotta just...&lt;br /&gt;GO!&lt;br /&gt;Everything goes down to memories of...&lt;br /&gt;YOU!&lt;br /&gt;I've kept it in but I'm letting you...&lt;br /&gt;KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;I've let you go so...&lt;br /&gt;GET AWAY FROM ME!&lt;br /&gt;Give me my space back, you gotta just...&lt;br /&gt;GO!&lt;br /&gt;Everything goes down to memories of...&lt;br /&gt;YOU!&lt;br /&gt;I've kept it in but I'm letting you...&lt;br /&gt;KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;I've let you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, you've become a part of me&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be right here&lt;br /&gt;You've become a part of me&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my fear&lt;br /&gt;I can't separate&lt;br /&gt;Myself from what I've done&lt;br /&gt;Giving up a part of me&lt;br /&gt;I've let myself become you...&lt;br /&gt;I've let myself become you...&lt;br /&gt;I've let myself become lost inside these thoughts of you...&lt;br /&gt;Giving up a part of me&lt;br /&gt;I've let myself become you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZK-R5owQwXA&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZK-R5owQwXA&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-3118480393592328662?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-5707647070488257636</id><published>2008-05-30T14:48:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:57:57.638+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park - Meteora'/><title type='text'>06 - Faint</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;06 - Faint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard&lt;br /&gt;Handful of complaints but I can't help the fact&lt;br /&gt;That everybody can see these scars&lt;br /&gt;I am what I want you to want, what I want you to feel&lt;br /&gt;But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you&lt;br /&gt;To just believe this is real&lt;br /&gt;So I, let go watching you turn your back like you always do&lt;br /&gt;Face away and pretend that I'm not&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be here cause you're all that I've got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel the way I did before&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn your back on me&lt;br /&gt;I won't be ignored&lt;br /&gt;Time won't heal this damage anymore&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, a little bit insecure, a little unconfident&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you don't understand I do what I can&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't make sense&lt;br /&gt;I am, what you never wanna say, but I've never had a doubt&lt;br /&gt;It's like no matter what I do I can't convince you for once just to hear me out&lt;br /&gt;So I, let go watching you turn your back like you always do&lt;br /&gt;You face away and pretend that I'm not&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be here cause you're all that I've got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel the way I did before&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn your back on me&lt;br /&gt;I won't be ignored&lt;br /&gt;Time won't heal this damage anymore&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me out now&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna listen to me like it or not&lt;br /&gt;Right now, hear me out now&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna listen to me like it or not&lt;br /&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel the way I did before&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn your back on me&lt;br /&gt;I won't be ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel the way I did before&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn your back on me&lt;br /&gt;I won't be ignored&lt;br /&gt;Time won't heal this damage anymore&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored&lt;br /&gt;Time won't tell&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jCv7SoMd6G0&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/5707647070488257636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/06-faint.html' title='06 - Faint'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-4617599191819278989</id><published>2008-05-30T14:48:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:56:43.585+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park - Meteora'/><title type='text'>05 - Easier To Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;05 - Easier To Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's easier to run,&lt;br /&gt;replacing this pain will solve things up.&lt;br /&gt;It's all much easier to go,&lt;br /&gt;then face all this pain here all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something has been taken,&lt;br /&gt;from deep inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;The secret I've kept locked away,&lt;br /&gt;noone can ever see.&lt;br /&gt;Things so deep they never show,&lt;br /&gt;they never go away.&lt;br /&gt;Like moving pictures in my head,&lt;br /&gt;for years and years they've played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could change I would,&lt;br /&gt;to get the pain I would,&lt;br /&gt;to trace every wrong move that I made I would. If I could,&lt;br /&gt;stand up and take the blame I would, if I could,&lt;br /&gt;take all the shame with a grave i would. If I could,&lt;br /&gt;change I would to get the pain I would,&lt;br /&gt;to trace every wrong move that I made I would. If I could,&lt;br /&gt;stand up and take the blame I would, I would take all my shame to the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to run,&lt;br /&gt;replacing this pain will solve things up.&lt;br /&gt;It's all much easier to go,&lt;br /&gt;then face all this pain here all alone.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I remember,&lt;br /&gt;the darkness of my past.&lt;br /&gt;Bringing back theese memories I wish I didn't have.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think of letting go,&lt;br /&gt;and never looking back.&lt;br /&gt;And never moving forward so,&lt;br /&gt;there'd never be a past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could change I would,&lt;br /&gt;to get the pain I would,&lt;br /&gt;to trace every wrong move that I made I would. If I could,&lt;br /&gt;stand up and take the blame I would, if I could,&lt;br /&gt;take all the shame with a grave i would. If I could,&lt;br /&gt;change I would to get the pain I would,&lt;br /&gt;to trace every wrong move that I made I would. If I could,&lt;br /&gt;stand up and take the blame I would, I would take all my shame to the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just washing it aside on all other,&lt;br /&gt;helplessness inside pretending.&lt;br /&gt;I'm free in this place it's so much,&lt;br /&gt;seperating changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to run,&lt;br /&gt;replacing this pain will solve things up.&lt;br /&gt;It's all much easier to go,&lt;br /&gt;then face all this pain here all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to run,&lt;br /&gt;replacing this pain will solve things up.&lt;br /&gt;It's all much easier to go,&lt;br /&gt;then face all this pain here all alone.&lt;br /&gt;If I could,&lt;br /&gt;change I would to get the pain I would,&lt;br /&gt;to trace every wrong move that I made.&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to run,&lt;br /&gt;If I could,&lt;br /&gt;change I would to get the pain I would,&lt;br /&gt;to trace every wrong move that I made I would. If I could,&lt;br /&gt;stand up and take the blame I would, I would take all my shame,,,&lt;br /&gt;to the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-AR5BMlCZS8&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-AR5BMlCZS8&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-4617599191819278989?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/4617599191819278989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=4617599191819278989' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/4617599191819278989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/4617599191819278989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/05-easier-to-run.html' title='05 - Easier To Run'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-6076110668285613244</id><published>2008-05-30T14:48:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:53:45.827+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park - Meteora'/><title type='text'>04 - Hit The Floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;04 - Hit The Floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are just too many times that people have tried to look inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what I think of you well I protect you out of courtesy&lt;br /&gt;Too many times that I've held on when I needed to push away&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to say what was on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to say what I need to say&lt;br /&gt;Too many things that you've said about me when I'm not around&lt;br /&gt;You think having the upper hand means you gotta keep putting me down&lt;br /&gt;But I've had too many standoffs with you it's about as much as I could stand&lt;br /&gt;So I wait till the upper hand is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minute you're up top&lt;br /&gt;The next your not, I'll watch you drop&lt;br /&gt;Making a rough start&lt;br /&gt;Just before you hit the floor&lt;br /&gt;One minute you're up top&lt;br /&gt;The next your not, missed your shot&lt;br /&gt;Making a rough start&lt;br /&gt;You think you won&lt;br /&gt;And then it's all gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people like me that put so much trust in all your lies&lt;br /&gt;So concerned with what you think to just say what we feel inside&lt;br /&gt;So many people like me walk on eggshells all day long&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that all I want is to feel like I'm not stepped on&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things you say that make me feel you cross the line&lt;br /&gt;What goes up will surely fall, and I am counting down the time&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've had so many standoffs with you it's about as much as I could stand&lt;br /&gt;So I waiting until the upper hand is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minute you're up top&lt;br /&gt;The next your not, I'll watch you drop&lt;br /&gt;Making a rough start&lt;br /&gt;Just before you hit the floor&lt;br /&gt;One minute you're up top&lt;br /&gt;The next your not, missed your shot&lt;br /&gt;Making a rough start&lt;br /&gt;You think you won&lt;br /&gt;And then it's all gone&lt;br /&gt;And then it's all gone&lt;br /&gt;And then it's all gone&lt;br /&gt;And then it's all gone&lt;br /&gt;Now it's all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never trust a single thing you say&lt;br /&gt;You realize you divide us but you lied anyway&lt;br /&gt;And all the lies have got you floating up above us all&lt;br /&gt;But what goes up has got to fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minute you're up top&lt;br /&gt;The next your not, I'll watch you drop&lt;br /&gt;Making a rough start&lt;br /&gt;Just before you hit the floor&lt;br /&gt;One minute you're up top&lt;br /&gt;The next your not, missed your shot&lt;br /&gt;Making a rough start&lt;br /&gt;You think you won&lt;br /&gt;And then it's all gone&lt;br /&gt;And then it's all gone&lt;br /&gt;And then it's all gone&lt;br /&gt;And then it's all gone&lt;br /&gt;Now it's all Gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aEISpWMiFbg&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aEISpWMiFbg&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-6076110668285613244?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/6076110668285613244/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=6076110668285613244' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/6076110668285613244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/6076110668285613244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/04-hit-floor.html' title='04 - Hit The Floor'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-5617009857375638234</id><published>2008-05-30T14:48:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:52:06.054+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park - Meteora'/><title type='text'>03 - Lying From You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03 - Lying From You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I pretend that everything is what I want it to be&lt;br /&gt;I look exactly like what you had always wanted to see&lt;br /&gt;When I pretend to forget about the criminal I am&lt;br /&gt;Stealing second after second just cause I know I can&lt;br /&gt;But I can't pretend this is the way it'll stay&lt;br /&gt;(I'm just lying to bend the truth)&lt;br /&gt;I can't pretend I'm who you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm lying away from you&lt;br /&gt;(No, no turning back now)&lt;br /&gt;I want to be closed inside so let me go&lt;br /&gt;(No, no turning back now)&lt;br /&gt;Let me take back my life&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather fight all alone&lt;br /&gt;(No turning back now)&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere on my own cause I can't see&lt;br /&gt;(No, no turning back now)&lt;br /&gt;The very worst part of you is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember what they taught to me&lt;br /&gt;Remember condesending talk of who I outta be&lt;br /&gt;Remember listening to all of that and this again&lt;br /&gt;So I pretended up a person who was fitting in&lt;br /&gt;And now you think this person really is me and I'm&lt;br /&gt;(Trying to fill the truth)&lt;br /&gt;The more I push some more I'm pullin away because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying away from you&lt;br /&gt;(No, no turning back now)&lt;br /&gt;I want to be closed inside so let me go&lt;br /&gt;(No, no turning back now)&lt;br /&gt;Let me take back my life&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather fight all alone&lt;br /&gt;(No turning back now)&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere on my own cause I can't see&lt;br /&gt;(No, no turning back now)&lt;br /&gt;The very worst part of you is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't what I wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that what I said&lt;br /&gt;Would have you running from me, like this&lt;br /&gt;This isn't what I wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that what I said&lt;br /&gt;Would have you running from me, like this&lt;br /&gt;This isn't what I wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that what I said&lt;br /&gt;Would have you running from me, like this&lt;br /&gt;This isn't what I wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that what I said&lt;br /&gt;Would have you running from me, like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No turning back now&lt;br /&gt;I want to be closed inside so let me go&lt;br /&gt;(No, no turning back now)&lt;br /&gt;Let me take back my life&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather fight all alone&lt;br /&gt;(No turning back now)&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere on my own cause I can't see&lt;br /&gt;(No, no turning back now)&lt;br /&gt;The very worst part of you&lt;br /&gt;The very worst part of you&lt;br /&gt;The very worst part of you is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_eopCV3ZTxQ&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_eopCV3ZTxQ&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-5617009857375638234?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/5617009857375638234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=5617009857375638234' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/5617009857375638234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/5617009857375638234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/03-lying-from-you.html' title='03 - Lying From You'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-4430959501992229796</id><published>2008-05-30T14:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:51:01.610+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park - Meteora'/><title type='text'>02 - Somewhere I Belong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;02 - Somewhere I Belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;And I get lost in the nothingness inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;(I was confused.)&lt;br /&gt;And I live it all out to find, but I'm not the only person with these things in mind.&lt;br /&gt;(Inside of me.)&lt;br /&gt;But all that they can see the words revealed.&lt;br /&gt;Is the only real thing that i got left to feel.&lt;br /&gt;(Nothing to lose.)&lt;br /&gt;Just stuck, hollow and alone.&lt;br /&gt;And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel, What I thought was never real&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let go of the pain I've felt so long&lt;br /&gt;Erase all the pain til' it's gone&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel, like I'm close to something real&lt;br /&gt;I wanna find something I've wanted all along&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've got nothing to say. I can't believe I didn't fall right down on my face.&lt;br /&gt;(I was confused.)&lt;br /&gt;Look at everywhere only to find.&lt;br /&gt;It is not the way I had imagined it all in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;(So what am I.)&lt;br /&gt;What do I have but negativity.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I can't justify the way everyone is looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;(Nothing to lose.)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to gain, hollow and alone.&lt;br /&gt;And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel, What I thought was never real&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let go of the pain I've felt so long&lt;br /&gt;Erase all the pain til' it's gone&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel, like I'm close to something real&lt;br /&gt;I wanna find something I've wanted all along&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never know myself until I do this on my own.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I will never feel anything else until my wounds are healed.&lt;br /&gt;I will never be anything til' I break away from me.&lt;br /&gt;I will break away. I'll find myself today.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel, What I thought was never real&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let go of the pain I've felt so long&lt;br /&gt;Erase all the pain til' it's gone&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel, like I'm close to something real&lt;br /&gt;I wanna find something I've wanted all along&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel, Like I'm somewhere Somewhere I belong...&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel, Like I'm somewhere Somewhere I belong...&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I belong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uXW5uJYpbew&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uXW5uJYpbew&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-4430959501992229796?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/4430959501992229796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=4430959501992229796' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/4430959501992229796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/4430959501992229796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/02-somewhere-i-belong.html' title='02 - Somewhere I Belong'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-7230142913462832404</id><published>2008-05-30T14:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:50:18.764+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park - Meteora'/><title type='text'>01 - Don’t Stay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;01 - Don’t Stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I, need to remember just to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I, need you to stay away from me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I, in disbelief I didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I, need you to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stay,&lt;br /&gt;forget our memories,&lt;br /&gt;forget about civilities.&lt;br /&gt;What you are changing me into.&lt;br /&gt;Just give me myself back and don't&lt;br /&gt;stay, forget our memories,&lt;br /&gt;forget all possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;Take all your thinglessness with you.&lt;br /&gt;Just give me myself back and don't&lt;br /&gt;stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I, feel like I trusted you too well.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I, feel just like screaming out myself.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I, in disbelief I didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I, need to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stay,&lt;br /&gt;forget our memories,&lt;br /&gt;forget about civilities.&lt;br /&gt;What you are changing me into.&lt;br /&gt;Just give me myself back and don't&lt;br /&gt;stay, forget our memories,&lt;br /&gt;forget all possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;Take all your thinglessness with you.&lt;br /&gt;Just give me myself back and don't&lt;br /&gt;stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you, anymore,&lt;br /&gt;don't want to be ignored I don't need one,&lt;br /&gt;more day, I feel wasting me away,&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you, anymore,&lt;br /&gt;don't want to be ignored I don't need one,&lt;br /&gt;more day, I feel wasting me away.&lt;br /&gt;With all my body strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stay,&lt;br /&gt;forget our memories,&lt;br /&gt;forget about civilities.&lt;br /&gt;What you are changing me into.&lt;br /&gt;Just give me myself back and don't&lt;br /&gt;stay, forget our memories,&lt;br /&gt;forget all possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;Take all your thinglessness with you.&lt;br /&gt;Just give me myself back and don't&lt;br /&gt;stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stay, stay, stay, stay&lt;br /&gt;Don't stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NY3VYW1DXH4&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NY3VYW1DXH4&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-7230142913462832404?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/7230142913462832404/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=7230142913462832404' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/7230142913462832404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/7230142913462832404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/01-dont-stay.html' title='01 - Don’t Stay'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-7062988242449469224</id><published>2008-05-30T13:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:01:47.035+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minutes To Midnight'/><title type='text'>Minutes To Midnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yU1mHyPFTHw/SD_sk2DSubI/AAAAAAAAATA/0_a7kvca76A/s200/linking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206139811992353202" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANCIONES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/01-wake.html"&gt;01 - Wake &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/02-given-up.html"&gt;02 - Given Up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/03-leave-out-all-rest.html"&gt;03 - Leave Out All The Rest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/04-bleed-it-out.html"&gt;04 - Bleed It Out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/05-shadow-of-day.html"&gt;05 - Shadow Of The Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/06-what-ive-done.html"&gt;06 - What I’ve Done&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/07-hands-held-high.html"&gt;07 - Hands Held High&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/08-no-more-sorrow.html"&gt;08 - No More Sorrow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/09-valentines-day.html"&gt;09 - Valentine’s Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-in-between.html"&gt;10 - In Between&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/11-in-pieces.html"&gt;11 - In Pieces&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/12-little-things-give-you-away.html"&gt;12 - The Little Things Give You Away&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-7062988242449469224?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/7062988242449469224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=7062988242449469224' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/7062988242449469224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/7062988242449469224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/minutes-to-midnight.html' title='Minutes To Midnight'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yU1mHyPFTHw/SD_sk2DSubI/AAAAAAAAATA/0_a7kvca76A/s72-c/linking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-3543313624084729016</id><published>2008-05-30T12:59:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:17:15.478+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park - Minutes To Midnight'/><title type='text'>12 - The Little Things Give You Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 - The Little Things Give You Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Water creeps through the windows&lt;br /&gt;Up the stairs&lt;br /&gt;Chilling rain&lt;br /&gt;Like an ocean&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to reach for me do you?&lt;br /&gt;I mean nothing to you&lt;br /&gt;The Little Things Give You Away&lt;br /&gt;And now there will be no mistaking&lt;br /&gt;The levees are breaking&lt;br /&gt;All you've ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;Was someone to truly look up to you&lt;br /&gt;And six feet under water&lt;br /&gt;I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope decays&lt;br /&gt;Generations disappear&lt;br /&gt;Washed away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a nation simply stares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to reach for me do you?&lt;br /&gt;I mean nothing to you&lt;br /&gt;The Little Things Give You Away&lt;br /&gt;But now there will be no mistaking&lt;br /&gt;The levees are breaking&lt;br /&gt;All you've ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;Was someone to truly look up to you&lt;br /&gt;And six feet under water&lt;br /&gt;I do&lt;br /&gt;All you've ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;Was someone to truly look up to you&lt;br /&gt;And six feet under ground now I&lt;br /&gt;Now I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Little Things Give You Away)&lt;br /&gt;(All you ever wanted was someone to truly look up to you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-a2IjfaFR_U&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-a2IjfaFR_U&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-3543313624084729016?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/3543313624084729016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=3543313624084729016' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/3543313624084729016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/3543313624084729016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/12-little-things-give-you-away.html' title='12 - The Little Things Give You Away'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-1154679783613196512</id><published>2008-05-30T12:59:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:16:32.656+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park - Minutes To Midnight'/><title type='text'>11 - In Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 - In Pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Telling me to go,&lt;br /&gt;But hands beg me to stay.&lt;br /&gt;Your lips say that you love,&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes say that you hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's truth in your lies,&lt;br /&gt;Doubt in your faith.&lt;br /&gt;What you build you lay to waste.&lt;br /&gt;There's truth in your lies,&lt;br /&gt;Doubt in your faith.&lt;br /&gt;All I've got's what you didn't take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I, I won't be the one,&lt;br /&gt;Be the one to leave this,&lt;br /&gt;In pieces.&lt;br /&gt;And you, you will be alone,&lt;br /&gt;Alone with all your secrets,&lt;br /&gt;And regrets.&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promise me the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Then toss me like a stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wrap me in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;And chill me to the bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's truth in your lies,&lt;br /&gt;Doubt in your faith.&lt;br /&gt;All I've got's what you didn't take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I, I won't be the one,&lt;br /&gt;Be the one to leave this,&lt;br /&gt;In pieces.&lt;br /&gt;And you, you will be alone,&lt;br /&gt;Alone with all your secrets,&lt;br /&gt;And regrets.&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Guitar solo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I, I won't be the one,&lt;br /&gt;Be the one to leave this,&lt;br /&gt;In pieces.&lt;br /&gt;And you, you will be alone,&lt;br /&gt;Alone with all your secrets,&lt;br /&gt;And regrets.&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iMA0wj4lcV8&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iMA0wj4lcV8&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/11-in-pieces.html' title='11 - In Pieces'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-7286544845467216195</id><published>2008-05-30T12:59:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:15:38.698+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park - Minutes To Midnight'/><title type='text'>10 - In Between</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 - In Between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me apologize to begin with&lt;br /&gt;Let me apologize for what I'm about to say&lt;br /&gt;But trying to be genuine was harder than it seemed&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I got caught up in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me apologize to begin with&lt;br /&gt;Let me apologize for what I'm about to say&lt;br /&gt;But trying to be someone else was harder than it seemed&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I got caught up in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between my pride and my promise&lt;br /&gt;Between my lies and how the truth gets in the way&lt;br /&gt;The things I want to say to you get lost before they come&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's worse than one is none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me apologize to begin with&lt;br /&gt;Let me apologize for what I'm about to say&lt;br /&gt;But trying to regain your trust was harder than it seemed&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I got caught up in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between my pride and my promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between my lies and how the truth gets in the way&lt;br /&gt;The things I want to say to you get lost before they come&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's worse than one is none&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's worse than one is none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot explain to you&lt;br /&gt;In anything I say or do or plan&lt;br /&gt;Fear is not afraid of you&lt;br /&gt;Guilt's a language you can understand&lt;br /&gt;I cannot explain to you in anything I say or do&lt;br /&gt;I hope the actions speak the words they can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my pride and my promise&lt;br /&gt;For my lies and how the truth gets in the way&lt;br /&gt;The things I want to say to you get lost before they come&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's worse than one is none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my pride and my promise&lt;br /&gt;Between my lies and how the truth gets in the way&lt;br /&gt;The things I want to say to you get lost before they come&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's worse than one is none&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's worse than one is none&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's worse than one is none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yAc30gJByfA&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yAc30gJByfA&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-7286544845467216195?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/7286544845467216195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=7286544845467216195' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/7286544845467216195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/7286544845467216195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-in-between.html' title='10 - In Between'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-7450142279835164377</id><published>2008-05-30T12:59:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:14:35.496+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park - Minutes To Midnight'/><title type='text'>09 - Valentine’s Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09 - Valentine’s Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My insides all turn to ash,&lt;br /&gt;So slow.&lt;br /&gt;And blow away as I collapsed,&lt;br /&gt;So cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A black winter been away,&lt;br /&gt;From sight.&lt;br /&gt;Another darkness over day,&lt;br /&gt;That night.&lt;br /&gt;And the clouds above move closer,&lt;br /&gt;Looking so dissatisfied.&lt;br /&gt;But the harvest wind kept blowing, blowing.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be my own protection,&lt;br /&gt;But not now.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my path has lost direction,&lt;br /&gt;Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A black winter took you away,&lt;br /&gt;From sight.&lt;br /&gt;Another darkness over day,&lt;br /&gt;That night.&lt;br /&gt;And the clouds above move closer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking so dissatisfied.&lt;br /&gt;And the ground below grew colder,&lt;br /&gt;As they put you down inside.&lt;br /&gt;But the harvest wind kept blowing, blowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;And I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew what it was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be alone on a Valentine's Day,&lt;br /&gt;To be alone on a Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be my own protection,&lt;br /&gt;But not now.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my path has lost direction,&lt;br /&gt;Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be my own protection,&lt;br /&gt;But not now.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my mind has lost direction,&lt;br /&gt;Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OK-tc3a7BMQ&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OK-tc3a7BMQ&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-7450142279835164377?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/7450142279835164377/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=7450142279835164377' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/7450142279835164377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/7450142279835164377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/09-valentines-day.html' title='09 - Valentine’s Day'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-8535842317257782313</id><published>2008-05-30T12:59:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:12:59.840+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park - Minutes To Midnight'/><title type='text'>08 - No More Sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;08 - No More Sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you lost, In your lies?&lt;br /&gt;Do you tell yourself, I don't realize?&lt;br /&gt;Your crusade's a disguise.&lt;br /&gt;You replaced freedom with fear,&lt;br /&gt;You trade money for lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aware of what you've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, No More Sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I've paid for your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Your time is borrowed.&lt;br /&gt;Your time has come to be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see pain, I see need.&lt;br /&gt;I see liars and thieves,&lt;br /&gt;Abuse power with greed.&lt;br /&gt;I had hope, I believed.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm beginning to think that I've been deceived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will pay for what you've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, No More Sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I've paid for your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Your time is borrowed.&lt;br /&gt;Your time has come to be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thieves and hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;Thieves and hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;Thieves and hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, No More Sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I've paid for your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Your time is borrowed.&lt;br /&gt;Your time has come to be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No More Sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I've paid for your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Your time is borrowed.&lt;br /&gt;Your time has come to be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your time has come to be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;Your time has come to be erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ljsJCibW0Sg&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ljsJCibW0Sg&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-8535842317257782313?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/8535842317257782313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=8535842317257782313' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/8535842317257782313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/8535842317257782313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/08-no-more-sorrow.html' title='08 - No More Sorrow'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-8579094164983951565</id><published>2008-05-30T12:59:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:12:05.962+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park - Minutes To Midnight'/><title type='text'>07 - Hands Held High</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07 - Hands Held High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turn my mic up louder,&lt;br /&gt;I got to say somethin.&lt;br /&gt;Light weight step it aside,&lt;br /&gt;when we comin.&lt;br /&gt;Feel it in your chest,&lt;br /&gt;the syllables get pumpin.&lt;br /&gt;People on the street,&lt;br /&gt;they panic and start running.&lt;br /&gt;Words on loose leaf,&lt;br /&gt;sheet complete coming.&lt;br /&gt;I jump on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I summon the rhyme of dumping.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the blind,&lt;br /&gt;I promise to let the sun in.&lt;br /&gt;Sick of the dark ways,&lt;br /&gt;we march to the drumming.&lt;br /&gt;Jump when they tell us&lt;br /&gt;they want to see jumping.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck that, I want to&lt;br /&gt;see some fist pumping.&lt;br /&gt;Risk something.&lt;br /&gt;Take back what's yours&lt;br /&gt;Say something that you know&lt;br /&gt;they might attack you for&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm sick of being treated&lt;br /&gt;like I have before.&lt;br /&gt;Like a stupid standing for&lt;br /&gt;what I'm standing for.&lt;br /&gt;Like this war is really just&lt;br /&gt;a different brand of war.&lt;br /&gt;Like a dozen catered rich&lt;br /&gt;and an abandoned poor.&lt;br /&gt;Like they understand you&lt;br /&gt;in the back of the jet,&lt;br /&gt;When you can't put gas in your tank.&lt;br /&gt;These fuckers are laughing their way&lt;br /&gt;to the bank and cashing their check&lt;br /&gt;asking you to have compassion and to have some respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a leader so nervous&lt;br /&gt;in unobvious ways&lt;br /&gt;Stuttering and mumbling&lt;br /&gt;for nightly news to replay&lt;br /&gt;and the rest of the world&lt;br /&gt;watching at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;in the living room laughing&lt;br /&gt;like what did he say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my living room watching,&lt;br /&gt;But I am not laughing.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when it gets tense,&lt;br /&gt;I know what might happen.&lt;br /&gt;The world is cold,&lt;br /&gt;The bold men take action.&lt;br /&gt;Have to react,&lt;br /&gt;To getting blown into fractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years old is something to see,&lt;br /&gt;Another kid my age drugged under a G,&lt;br /&gt;Taking about and found later under a tree,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he thought the next one could be me.&lt;br /&gt;Do you see?&lt;br /&gt;The soldiers that are out today.&lt;br /&gt;That brush the dust with bulletproof vests away.&lt;br /&gt;It's ironic.&lt;br /&gt;At times like this you pray,&lt;br /&gt;But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;There's bombs in the buses, bikes, roads,&lt;br /&gt;inside your markets,your shops, your coves,&lt;br /&gt;My dad, he's got a lot of fear I know&lt;br /&gt;but enough pride inside not to let that show.&lt;br /&gt;My brother had a book he would hold with pride&lt;br /&gt;A little red cover with a broken spine.&lt;br /&gt;In the back he hand wrote a quote inside,&lt;br /&gt;when the rich wage war, it's the poor who die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the leader just talks away&lt;br /&gt;Stuttering and mumbling&lt;br /&gt;for nightly news to replay&lt;br /&gt;and the rest of the world&lt;br /&gt;watching at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;both scared and angry&lt;br /&gt;like what did he say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Hands Held High&lt;br /&gt;into a sky so blue&lt;br /&gt;the ocean opens up&lt;br /&gt;to swallow you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Hands Held High&lt;br /&gt;into a sky so blue&lt;br /&gt;the ocean opens up&lt;br /&gt;to swallow you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Hands Held High&lt;br /&gt;into a sky so blue&lt;br /&gt;the ocean opens up&lt;br /&gt;to swallow you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Hands Held High&lt;br /&gt;into a sky so blue&lt;br /&gt;the ocean opens up&lt;br /&gt;to swallow you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Hands Held High&lt;br /&gt;into a sky so blue&lt;br /&gt;the ocean opens up&lt;br /&gt;to swallow you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Hands Held High&lt;br /&gt;into a sky so blue&lt;br /&gt;the ocean opens up&lt;br /&gt;to swallow you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Rkz2FaJIRk&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Rkz2FaJIRk&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-8579094164983951565?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/8579094164983951565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=8579094164983951565' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/8579094164983951565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/8579094164983951565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/07-hands-held-high.html' title='07 - Hands Held High'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-7739529219499304144</id><published>2008-05-30T12:59:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:10:58.130+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park - Minutes To Midnight'/><title type='text'>06 -  What I’ve Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;06 -  What I’ve Done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In this farewell,&lt;br /&gt;There’s no blood,&lt;br /&gt;There’s no alibi.&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’ve drawn regret,&lt;br /&gt;From the truth,&lt;br /&gt;Of a thousand lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let mercy come,&lt;br /&gt;And wash away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I’ve Done.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll face myself,&lt;br /&gt;To cross out what I’ve become.&lt;br /&gt;Erase myself,&lt;br /&gt;And let go of what I’ve done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put to rest,&lt;br /&gt;What you thought of me.&lt;br /&gt;While I clean this slate,&lt;br /&gt;With the hands,&lt;br /&gt;Of uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let mercy come,&lt;br /&gt;And wash away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I’ve Done.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll face myself,&lt;br /&gt;To cross out what I’ve become.&lt;br /&gt;Erase myself,&lt;br /&gt;And let go of what I’ve done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For What I’ve Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start again,&lt;br /&gt;And whatever pain may come.&lt;br /&gt;Today this ends,&lt;br /&gt;I’m forgiving what I’ve done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll face myself,&lt;br /&gt;To cross out what I’ve become.&lt;br /&gt;Erase myself,&lt;br /&gt;And let go of what I’ve done.&lt;br /&gt;What I’ve done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving What I’ve Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mPuezsQQUC0&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mPuezsQQUC0&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-7739529219499304144?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/7739529219499304144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=7739529219499304144' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/7739529219499304144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/7739529219499304144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/06-what-ive-done.html' title='06 -  What I’ve Done'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-3919989467055848728</id><published>2008-05-30T12:59:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:08:53.822+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park - Minutes To Midnight'/><title type='text'>05 - Shadow Of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;05 - Shadow Of The Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I close both locks below the window.&lt;br /&gt;I close both blinds and turn away.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes solutions aren't so simple.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes goodbye's the only way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sun will set for you,&lt;br /&gt;The sun will set for you.&lt;br /&gt;And the shadow of the day,&lt;br /&gt;Will embrace the world in grey,&lt;br /&gt;And the sun will set for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink cards and flowers on your window,&lt;br /&gt;Your friends all plead for you to stay.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes beginnings aren't so simple.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes goodbye's the only way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sun will set for you,&lt;br /&gt;The sun will set for you.&lt;br /&gt;And the shadow of the day,&lt;br /&gt;Will embrace the world in grey,&lt;br /&gt;And the sun will set for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the shadow of the day,&lt;br /&gt;Will embrace the world in grey,&lt;br /&gt;And the sun will set for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Guitar solo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the shadow of the day,&lt;br /&gt;Will embrace the world in grey,&lt;br /&gt;And the sun will set for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YWzY_ufOnts&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/05-shadow-of-day.html' title='05 - Shadow Of The Day'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-1149282281041144389</id><published>2008-05-30T12:59:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:07:18.001+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park - Minutes To Midnight'/><title type='text'>04 - Bleed It Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;04 - Bleed It Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Mike Shinoda]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea here we go for the hundredth time,&lt;br /&gt;Hand grenade pins in every line,&lt;br /&gt;Throw 'em up and let something shine.&lt;br /&gt;Going out of my fucking mind.&lt;br /&gt;Filthy mouth, no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;Find a new place to hang this noose.&lt;br /&gt;String me up from atop these roofs.&lt;br /&gt;Knot it tight so I won't get loose.&lt;br /&gt;Truth is you can stop and stare,&lt;br /&gt;Run myself out and no one cares.&lt;br /&gt;Dug a trench out, laid down there&lt;br /&gt;With a shovel up out to reach somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Yea someone pour it in,&lt;br /&gt;Make it a dirt dance floor again.&lt;br /&gt;Say your prayers and stomp it out,&lt;br /&gt;When they bring that chorus in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chester Bennington]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I bleed it out,&lt;br /&gt;Digging deeper just to throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;I bleed it out,&lt;br /&gt;Digging deeper just to throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;I bleed it out,&lt;br /&gt;Digging deeper just to throw it away,&lt;br /&gt;Just to throw it away,&lt;br /&gt;Just to throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mike Shinoda]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bleed it out.&lt;br /&gt;Go, stop the show.&lt;br /&gt;Chop your words in a sloppy flow.&lt;br /&gt;Shotgun I pump, lock and load,&lt;br /&gt;Cock it back and then watch it go.&lt;br /&gt;Mama help me, I've been cursed,&lt;br /&gt;Death is rolling in every verse.&lt;br /&gt;Candypaint on his brand new hearse.&lt;br /&gt;Can't contain him, he knows he works.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this hurts, I won't mind.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter how hard I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half the words don't mean a thing,&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I won't be satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;So why, try ignoring him.&lt;br /&gt;Make your dirt dance floor again.&lt;br /&gt;Say your prayers and stomp it out,&lt;br /&gt;When they bring that chorus in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chester Bennington]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I bleed it out,&lt;br /&gt;Digging deeper just to throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;I bleed it out,&lt;br /&gt;Digging deeper just to throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;I bleed it out,&lt;br /&gt;Digging deeper just to throw it away,&lt;br /&gt;Just to throw it away,&lt;br /&gt;Just to throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bleed it out.&lt;br /&gt;I've opened up these skies,&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you face this.&lt;br /&gt;I pulled myself so far,&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you face this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bleed it out,&lt;br /&gt;Digging deeper just to throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;I bleed it out,&lt;br /&gt;Digging deeper just to throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;I bleed it out,&lt;br /&gt;Digging deeper just to throw it away,&lt;br /&gt;Just to throw it away,&lt;br /&gt;Just to throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bleed it out,&lt;br /&gt;Digging deeper just to throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;I bleed it out,&lt;br /&gt;Digging deeper just to throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;I bleed it out,&lt;br /&gt;Digging deeper just to throw it away,&lt;br /&gt;Just to throw it away,&lt;br /&gt;Just to throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bleed it out. [3X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xVOem514ldw&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xVOem514ldw&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-1149282281041144389?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/1149282281041144389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=1149282281041144389' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/1149282281041144389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/1149282281041144389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/04-bleed-it-out.html' title='04 - Bleed It Out'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-6961210525183183730</id><published>2008-05-30T12:59:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:04:54.672+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park - Minutes To Midnight'/><title type='text'>03 - Leave Out All The Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03 - Leave Out All The Rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dreamed I was missing&lt;br /&gt;You were so scared.&lt;br /&gt;But no one would listen&lt;br /&gt;Cuz' no one else cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I woke with this fear.&lt;br /&gt;What am I leaveing,&lt;br /&gt;When I am done here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're asking me I want you to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that i've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some reason to be missed.&lt;br /&gt;And don't resent me&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest,Leave out all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Of taking my beatings&lt;br /&gt;Of shit behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm strong on the surface&lt;br /&gt;Not all the way through.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been perfect&lt;br /&gt;But neither have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're asking me I want you to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that i've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some reason to be missed.&lt;br /&gt;And don't resent me&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest,Leave out all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting&lt;br /&gt;All the hurt inside you've learned to hide so well.&lt;br /&gt;Pretending&lt;br /&gt;Someone else can come and save me from myself.&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that i've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some reason to be missed.&lt;br /&gt;And don't resent me&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest,Leave out all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting&lt;br /&gt;All the hurt inside you've learned to hide so well.&lt;br /&gt;Pretending&lt;br /&gt;Someone else can come and save me from myself.&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you are.&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vAzKXrp0r0k&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vAzKXrp0r0k&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-6961210525183183730?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/6961210525183183730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=6961210525183183730' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/6961210525183183730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/6961210525183183730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/03-leave-out-all-rest.html' title='03 - Leave Out All The Rest'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-1322325807269019668</id><published>2008-05-30T12:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:03:29.135+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park - Minutes To Midnight'/><title type='text'>02 - Given Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;02 - Given Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waking to sweat again&lt;br /&gt;Another day's been laid to waste&lt;br /&gt;In my disgrace&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in my head again&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I'll never leave this place&lt;br /&gt;There's no escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm my own worst enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given up...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of feeling&lt;br /&gt;Is there nothing you can say?&lt;br /&gt;Take this all away&lt;br /&gt;I'm suffocating!&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what the fuck is&lt;br /&gt;Wrong with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to take&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was focused but I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;I'm not prepared&lt;br /&gt;I hyperventalate.&lt;br /&gt;Looking for hope somehow somewhere&lt;br /&gt;And noone cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm my own worst enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given up...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of feeling&lt;br /&gt;Is there nothing you can say?&lt;br /&gt;Take this all away&lt;br /&gt;I'm suffocating!&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what the fuck is&lt;br /&gt;Wrong with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put me out of my misery&lt;br /&gt;Put me out of my misery&lt;br /&gt;Put me out of my...&lt;br /&gt;Put me out of my fucking misery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given up...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of feeling&lt;br /&gt;Is there nothing you can say?&lt;br /&gt;Take this all away&lt;br /&gt;I'm suffocating!&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what the fuck is&lt;br /&gt;Wrong with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5WMbCB4bE28&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5WMbCB4bE28&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-1322325807269019668?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/1322325807269019668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=1322325807269019668' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/1322325807269019668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/1322325807269019668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/02-given-up.html' title='02 - Given Up'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-8634212476817076308</id><published>2008-05-30T12:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:02:09.538+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park - Minutes To Midnight'/><title type='text'>01 - Wake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;01 - Wake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;instrumental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uMjJ5tbnd0M&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uMjJ5tbnd0M&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-8634212476817076308?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/8634212476817076308/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=8634212476817076308' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/8634212476817076308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/8634212476817076308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/01-wake.html' title='01 - Wake'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-104868554207542918</id><published>2008-05-30T12:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:18:14.178+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Por la boca vive el pez'/><title type='text'>Por la boca vive el pez</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yU1mHyPFTHw/SD_iZWDSuaI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Qtp3XNNMQdA/s200/fito__fitipaldis-por_la_boca_vive_el_pez-frontal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206128619307579810" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANCIONES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/01-por-la-boca-vive-el-pez.html"&gt;01 - Por la boca vive el pez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/02-me-equivocara-otra-vez.html"&gt;02 - Me equivocaría otra vez &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/03-como-pollo-sin-cabeza.html"&gt; 03 - Como pollo sin cabeza &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/04-sobra-la-luz.html"&gt; 04 - Sobra la luz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/05-viene-y-va.html"&gt; 05 - Viene y va&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/06-214-sullivan-street.html"&gt; 06 - 214 sullivan street&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/07-donde-todo-empieza.html"&gt; 07 - Donde todo empieza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/08-deltoya.html"&gt; 08 - Deltoya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/09-acabo-de-llegar.html"&gt; 09 - Acabo de llegar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-no-soy-bo-diddley.html"&gt; 10 - No soy Bo Diddley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/11-medalla-de-cartn.html"&gt; 11 - Medalla de cartón&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/12-esta-noche.html"&gt; 12 - Esta noche&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/13-abrazado-la-tristeza.html"&gt; 13 - Abrazado a la tristeza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-104868554207542918?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/104868554207542918/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=104868554207542918' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/104868554207542918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/104868554207542918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/por-la-boca-vive-el-pez.html' title='Por la boca vive el pez'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yU1mHyPFTHw/SD_iZWDSuaI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Qtp3XNNMQdA/s72-c/fito__fitipaldis-por_la_boca_vive_el_pez-frontal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-5105198993959471226</id><published>2008-05-30T11:27:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:53:26.462+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fito y Fitipaldis - Por la boca vive el pez'/><title type='text'>13 - Abrazado a la tristeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13 - Abrazado a la tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He salido a la calle abrazado a la tristeza:&lt;br /&gt;vi lo que no mira nadie y me dio vergüenza y pena.&lt;br /&gt;Soledad que te pegas a mi alma&lt;br /&gt;en la dulce soledad de este campo de otoño.&lt;br /&gt;No hay momentos de sosiego.&lt;br /&gt;Rebeldía pura de amores sin amores.&lt;br /&gt;Ilusiones puras y puros conformismos&lt;br /&gt;intentando levantar el espíritu nostálgico&lt;br /&gt;de querer estar contigo y nunca estarlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los llantos desconsolados que estrangulan las gargantas;&lt;br /&gt;los ancianos encorvados: parece que la tierra les llama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volverás de vez en cuando a estas tierras agrietadas&lt;br /&gt;y verás de nuevo a quien te ama borracho;&lt;br /&gt;borracho de amores y libertades.&lt;br /&gt;Y también de vinos por olvidarte. Borracho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me da pena que se admire el valor en la batalla;&lt;br /&gt;menos mal que con los rifles no se matan las palabras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si surgen saludos y palabras&lt;br /&gt;tal vez notes la dureza de mi estilo&lt;br /&gt;queriendo no herirte en nada,&lt;br /&gt;y en mi soledad sólo herirme yo mismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La justicia está arrestada por orden de la avaricia;&lt;br /&gt;el dinero que te salva es el mismo que asesina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y verás sin duda el resurgir poderoso del guerrero&lt;br /&gt;sin miedo a leyes ni a nostalgias&lt;br /&gt;y lo verás caer una y mil veces y levantarse de nuevo,&lt;br /&gt;con la pura bandera de su raza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soledad de amores triste y pura,&lt;br /&gt;soledad de amores y locura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me des más esperanzas: sé que todo son mentiras;&lt;br /&gt;sacos llenos de agujeros para guardar alegrías.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y verás sin duda el resurgir poderoso del guerrero&lt;br /&gt;sin miedo a leyes ni a nostalgias&lt;br /&gt;y lo verás caer una y mil veces y levantarse de nuevo,&lt;br /&gt;con la pura bandera de su raza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me da pena que se admire el valor en la batalla;&lt;br /&gt;menos mal que con los rifles no se matan las palabras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soledad de amores triste y pura,&lt;br /&gt;soledad de amores y locura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tXOpqU2RtE0&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tXOpqU2RtE0&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-5105198993959471226?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/5105198993959471226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=5105198993959471226' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/5105198993959471226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/5105198993959471226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/13-abrazado-la-tristeza.html' title='13 - Abrazado a la tristeza'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-8237947711159775663</id><published>2008-05-30T11:27:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:48:45.353+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fito y Fitipaldis - Por la boca vive el pez'/><title type='text'>12 - Esta noche</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 - Esta noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esta noche vamos a parar&lt;br /&gt;Esta noche, sabes nena, vamos a parar&lt;br /&gt;Llevo ya seis semanas sin dejar de rockanrollear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy harto de oler a sudor&lt;br /&gt;Estoy harto, sabes nena, de oler a sudor&lt;br /&gt;Solo quiero no hacer nada y sentarme en mi sillón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo el día de aquí para allá&lt;br /&gt;sin comer, sin dormir y además sin dejar de fumar&lt;br /&gt;yo no se porque el rock´n´roll me quiere matar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el fondo, no quiero cambiar&lt;br /&gt;En el fondo, sabes nena,, no quiero cambiar&lt;br /&gt;porque todo se me olvida cuando empezamos a tocar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Iisy4daKHn4&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Iisy4daKHn4&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-8237947711159775663?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/8237947711159775663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=8237947711159775663' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/8237947711159775663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/8237947711159775663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/12-esta-noche.html' title='12 - Esta noche'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-73767588064218513</id><published>2008-05-30T11:27:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:47:52.958+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fito y Fitipaldis - Por la boca vive el pez'/><title type='text'>11 - Medalla de cartón</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 - Medalla de cartón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nunca se empieza una batalla tarde,&lt;br /&gt;las penas siempre llegan enseguida,&lt;br /&gt;tu siempre pides para nunca darme,&lt;br /&gt;yo solo pido lo que tu me quitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el cielo que rebienta de repente,&lt;br /&gt;como un infierno que llego deprisa,&lt;br /&gt;tierra cobarde que a nadie defiendes,&lt;br /&gt;pero no lo saben... pero no lo saben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa bandera siempre huele a sangre,&lt;br /&gt;triste paisaje... todo de cenizas,&lt;br /&gt;distintas guerras... distintas ciudades,&lt;br /&gt;el mismo fueqo que quemo gernica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu crees que estoy cantando en el desierto,&lt;br /&gt;yo se que solo muere lo que olvidas,&lt;br /&gt;hay corazones llenos de agujeros,&lt;br /&gt;pero no lo saben... pero no lo saben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que no se ve,&lt;br /&gt;lo que nadie nos conto,&lt;br /&gt;lo que se quedo en la piel,&lt;br /&gt;la memoria del dolor.&lt;br /&gt;Que le den al general,&lt;br /&gt;la medalla de cartón,&lt;br /&gt;se la tienen que clavar,&lt;br /&gt;llenita en el corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que no se ve,&lt;br /&gt;lo que nadie nos conto,&lt;br /&gt;lo que se quedo en la piel,&lt;br /&gt;la memoria del dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que no se ve,&lt;br /&gt;lo que nadie nos conto,&lt;br /&gt;lo que se quedo en la piel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que no se ve,&lt;br /&gt;lo que nadie nos conto,&lt;br /&gt;lo que se quedo en la piel,&lt;br /&gt;la memoria del dolor.&lt;br /&gt;Que le den al general,&lt;br /&gt;la medalla de cartón,&lt;br /&gt;se la tienen que clavar,&lt;br /&gt;llenita en el corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que no, todo lo que no... (x8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mZNzTwfeT-k&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mZNzTwfeT-k&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-73767588064218513?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/73767588064218513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=73767588064218513' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/73767588064218513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/73767588064218513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/11-medalla-de-cartn.html' title='11 - Medalla de cartón'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-8853028026179018877</id><published>2008-05-30T11:27:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:46:57.180+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fito y Fitipaldis - Por la boca vive el pez'/><title type='text'>10 - No soy Bo Diddley</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 - No soy Bo Diddley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yo No soy Bo Diddley&lt;br /&gt;no eres Bo Diddley (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bo Diddley es negro,&lt;br /&gt;Bo Diddley es de color,&lt;br /&gt;lleba sombrero,&lt;br /&gt;y cuando baila es el mejor,&lt;br /&gt;bo diddley ritmo&lt;br /&gt;Bo Diddley que calor,&lt;br /&gt;yo soy pequeño,&lt;br /&gt;bo diddley no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo No soy Bo Diddley&lt;br /&gt;no eres Bo Diddley (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hay nadie como tu,&lt;br /&gt;no hay nadie como yo,&lt;br /&gt;conozco a un tipo azul&lt;br /&gt;pintado de marrón,&lt;br /&gt;y cada cual su look,&lt;br /&gt;y todos un montón,&lt;br /&gt;me gusta tanto el blues&lt;br /&gt;que toco rok and roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo No soy Bo Diddley&lt;br /&gt;no eres Bo Diddley (x8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x2xLQPixWUQ&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x2xLQPixWUQ&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-8853028026179018877?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/8853028026179018877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=8853028026179018877' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/8853028026179018877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/8853028026179018877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-no-soy-bo-diddley.html' title='10 - No soy Bo Diddley'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-7173719485310918524</id><published>2008-05-30T11:27:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:41:32.426+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fito y Fitipaldis - Por la boca vive el pez'/><title type='text'>09 - Acabo de llegar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09 - Acabo de llegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;QUE TE VOY A DECIR&lt;br /&gt;SI YO ACABO DE LLEGAR&lt;br /&gt;SI ESTO ES COMO EL MAR&lt;br /&gt;QUIEN CONOCE ALGUNA ESQUINA&lt;br /&gt;DEJARME NACER QUE ME TENGO QUE INVENTAR&lt;br /&gt;PARA HACERME VER EMPEZE POR LAS ESPINAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUNCA LO ESCRIVIO EN UN PAPEL&lt;br /&gt;Y NUNCA LO HA CANTADO MI VOZ&lt;br /&gt;Y TU AHORA EM PREGUNTAS QUE HACER&lt;br /&gt;Y YO. Y YO&lt;br /&gt;QUE SIEMPRE VOY DETRÁS DEL ERROR&lt;br /&gt;QUE CANTO A LO QUE NUNCA TENDRE&lt;br /&gt;AL BESO QUE ELLA NUNCA ME DIO&lt;br /&gt;DIME TU QUE PUEDES SABER,&lt;br /&gt;ALGUIEN QUE A PASADO LA VIDA&lt;br /&gt;BUSCANDO LA MELODIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH QUE TE VOY A DECIR&lt;br /&gt;SI YO ACABO DE LLEGAR&lt;br /&gt;SI ESTO ES COMO EL MAR&lt;br /&gt;QUIEN CONOCE ALGUNA ESQUINA&lt;br /&gt;DEJARME NACER QUE ME TENGO QUE INVENTAR&lt;br /&gt;PARA HACERME VER, EMPEZE POR LAS ESPINAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA VIDA ES ALGO QUE HAY QUE MORDER&lt;br /&gt;Y EN CADA BOCA TIENE UN SABOR&lt;br /&gt;TUS HUESOS NO LOS TAPA MI PIEL&lt;br /&gt;POR ESO SIEMPRE DIGO QUE NO.&lt;br /&gt;PERDONA TENGO COSAS Q HACER&lt;br /&gt;QUE AUN ME QUEDA MEDIA VIDA ´ PA´ ENCONTRAR LA MELODIA OHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUE TE VOY A DECIR&lt;br /&gt;SI YO ACABO DE LLEGAR&lt;br /&gt;SI ESTO ES COMO EL MAR&lt;br /&gt;QUIEN CONOCE ALGUNA ESQUINA&lt;br /&gt;DEJARME NACER QUE ME TENGO QUE INVENTAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUE TE VOY A DECIR&lt;br /&gt;SI YO ACABO DE LLEGAR&lt;br /&gt;SI ESTO ES COMO EL MAR&lt;br /&gt;QUIEN CONOCE ALGUNA ESQUINA&lt;br /&gt;DEJARME NACER QUE ME TENGO QUE INVENTAR&lt;br /&gt;PARA HACERME VER EMPEZE POR LAS ESPINAS OHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH QUE TE VOY A DECIR .&lt;br /&gt;QUE TE VOY A DECIR .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mD7IJQ7fDKo&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mD7IJQ7fDKo&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-7173719485310918524?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-7677558966613640987</id><published>2008-05-30T11:27:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:39:26.359+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fito y Fitipaldis - Por la boca vive el pez'/><title type='text'>08 - Deltoya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;08 - Deltoya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se apagó el fogón, no funciona nada&lt;br /&gt;¿dónde está la luz? ¿qué hay en tu mirada?&lt;br /&gt;Me cuelgo de su pelo, me engancho de su miel,&lt;br /&gt;me encuentro con mi hada, que esta loca también,&lt;br /&gt;he vuelto a la andadas, he vuelto a enloquecer&lt;br /&gt;lo vi escrito en la luna, luna creciente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotos de un cajón rompen mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;recuerdo su olor y se me pone tiesa:&lt;br /&gt;Me cuelgo de su pelo, me engancho de su miel,&lt;br /&gt;me encuentro con mi hada, que esta loca también,&lt;br /&gt;he vuelto a la andadas, he vuelto a enloquecer&lt;br /&gt;lo vi escrito en la luna, luna creciente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicada gasa&lt;br /&gt;fuerte envoltura.&lt;br /&gt;tope gansa&lt;br /&gt;con la natura.&lt;br /&gt;Me cuelgo de su pelo, me engancho de su miel,&lt;br /&gt;me encuentro con mi hada, que esta loca también&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me da igual.&lt;br /&gt;me voy a poner deltoya sin parar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3iZiT_GYAJo&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3iZiT_GYAJo&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-7677558966613640987?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/7677558966613640987/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=7677558966613640987' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/7677558966613640987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/7677558966613640987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/08-deltoya.html' title='08 - Deltoya'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-3994120322133094777</id><published>2008-05-30T11:27:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:38:31.611+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fito y Fitipaldis - Por la boca vive el pez'/><title type='text'>07 - Donde todo empieza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07 - Donde todo empieza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Puede que no valga la pena&lt;br /&gt;escribir tan lejos de la poesía&lt;br /&gt;Todas las palabras que te quiero decir&lt;br /&gt;se me rompen enseguida&lt;br /&gt;No me quedan flores,&lt;br /&gt;me arrancaron la raíz,&lt;br /&gt;se pisaron las semillas&lt;br /&gt;Me di cuenta tarde&lt;br /&gt;que te perdí por pensar que te tenía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que los bares se deben abrir&lt;br /&gt;para cerrar las heridas&lt;br /&gt;Y todas las noches me acuerdo de ti&lt;br /&gt;y te olvido cada día&lt;br /&gt;Y vuelvo a ser un loco&lt;br /&gt;para sobrevivir a la locura de la vida&lt;br /&gt;Muchas veces la cabeza y a menudo la nariz&lt;br /&gt;y una voz q me decia:&lt;br /&gt;Déjate llevar&lt;br /&gt;Si el alma te lleva&lt;br /&gt;Duele el corazón&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te lo dejas cerca del final donde todo empieza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde todo empieza&lt;br /&gt;Donde todo todo empieza&lt;br /&gt;Donde todo empieza&lt;br /&gt;Donde todo todo empieza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde todo empieza&lt;br /&gt;No me sale bien la cuenta de la vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde todo empieza&lt;br /&gt;O me sobran noches o me faltan días&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde todo empieza&lt;br /&gt;Todos los minutos que no he "estao" contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde todo empieza&lt;br /&gt;Ahora son demonios que viven conmigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde todo empieza&lt;br /&gt;Puedes encontrarme cerca del final&lt;br /&gt;Donde todo empieza&lt;br /&gt;Porque todo empieza cerca del final&lt;br /&gt;Donde todo empieza&lt;br /&gt;Puedes encontrarme cerca del final&lt;br /&gt;Donde todo empieza&lt;br /&gt;Porque todo empieza cerca del final&lt;br /&gt;Porque todo empieza cerca del final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aeigIlnU-Y4&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aeigIlnU-Y4&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-3994120322133094777?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-5491748429312681436</id><published>2008-05-30T11:27:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:36:57.741+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fito y Fitipaldis - Por la boca vive el pez'/><title type='text'>06 - 214 sullivan street</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;06 - 214 sullivan street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instrumental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fx09WtZxxs8&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fx09WtZxxs8&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-5491748429312681436?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/5491748429312681436/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=5491748429312681436' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/5491748429312681436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/5491748429312681436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/06-214-sullivan-street.html' title='06 - 214 sullivan street'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-8858616138470908181</id><published>2008-05-30T11:27:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:36:07.267+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fito y Fitipaldis - Por la boca vive el pez'/><title type='text'>05 - Viene y va</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;05 - Viene y va&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que pena estar siempre pegado al suelo&lt;br /&gt;el cielo queda demasiado lejos&lt;br /&gt;tendré que soñar que puedo volar&lt;br /&gt;No es nada facil cuando estas perdido buscar la musica entre tanto ruido&lt;br /&gt;no puedo escuchar, no puedo escuchar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un dia la suerte entro por mi ventana&lt;br /&gt;Vino una noche se fue una mañana&lt;br /&gt;Quizas solamente me vino a enseñar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que viene y va, como las olas con el mar se mueven.&lt;br /&gt;Que viene y va, como la luna como el rayo verde.&lt;br /&gt;Que viene y va, como una idea como el estribillo...&lt;br /&gt;Que viene y va, como un recuerdo como un espejismo.&lt;br /&gt;Que viene y va, igual que los problemas por la noche.&lt;br /&gt;Que viene y va, como un famoso que nadie conoce, que todos pueden tener y nadie puede guardar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que viene y va...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tanto hacerlo sin parar&lt;br /&gt;me acostumbre a respirar y a&lt;br /&gt;derrochar el aire fresco.&lt;br /&gt;Y pienso si te vas las piezas que te tengo y cada vez que estas que te echaré de menos y vuelvo a respirar, vuelvo a respirar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un dia la suerte entro por mi ventana.&lt;br /&gt;Vino una noche se fue una mañana.&lt;br /&gt;Quizas solamente me vino a enseñar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que viene y va, como las olas con el mar se mueven.&lt;br /&gt;Que viene y va, como la luna como el rayo verde.&lt;br /&gt;Que viene y va, como una idea como el estribillo...&lt;br /&gt;Que viene y va, como un recuerdo como un espejismo.&lt;br /&gt;Que viene y va, igual que los problemas por la noche.&lt;br /&gt;Que viene y va, como un famoso que nadie conoce, que todos pueden tener y nadie puede guardar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que viene y va...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wSB6lERuqLM&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wSB6lERuqLM&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-8858616138470908181?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/8858616138470908181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=8858616138470908181' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/8858616138470908181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/8858616138470908181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/05-viene-y-va.html' title='05 - Viene y va'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-7786744487986601537</id><published>2008-05-30T11:27:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:33:18.140+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fito y Fitipaldis - Por la boca vive el pez'/><title type='text'>04 - Sobra la luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;04 - Sobra la luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como venganza de la buena suerte o recompensa de la mala vida.&lt;br /&gt;De la cabeza me arrancaron cables pa meter las cosas que antes no me cabian...&lt;br /&gt;Y se me acercan las paredes y se me aleja la salida.&lt;br /&gt;Y poco a poco se hace de repente y me tropiezo con los dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobra la luz que me hace ver&lt;br /&gt;todo lo que yo escondia...no se seguir, no se volver.&lt;br /&gt;sobra la luz cuando en la piel... nunca se siente el dia.&lt;br /&gt;Dime que tu, tu si me ves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una partida que jugue tan fuerte que ahora es la vida la que esta partida.&lt;br /&gt;Una pared siempre que quiero verde que ahora estoy pa bajo y ahora estoy pa arriba.&lt;br /&gt;todas las cosas que al mar tiramos nos la devuelve siempre la marea.&lt;br /&gt;cuando mas tratas de olvidarlo con mas fuerza lo recuerdas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobra la luz que me hace ver&lt;br /&gt;todo lo que yo escondia...no se seguir, no se volver.&lt;br /&gt;sobra la luz cuando en la piel... nunca se siente el dia.&lt;br /&gt;Dime que tu, tu si me ves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como venganza de la buena suerte o recompensa de la mala vida.(x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2L3RTwCijeA&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2L3RTwCijeA&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-7786744487986601537?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/7786744487986601537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=7786744487986601537' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/7786744487986601537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/7786744487986601537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/04-sobra-la-luz.html' title='04 - Sobra la luz'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-7759350101612988706</id><published>2008-05-30T11:27:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:31:47.061+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fito y Fitipaldis - Por la boca vive el pez'/><title type='text'>03 - Como pollo sin cabeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03 - Como pollo sin cabeza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;En una chabola lejos del asfalto&lt;br /&gt;vive hace tiempo un señor muy raro,&lt;br /&gt;es extravagante y huele a butano.&lt;br /&gt;Si alguien le desprecia, él le da la mano.&lt;br /&gt;No hablará contigo más de media hora&lt;br /&gt;siempre hay mucha gente cuando no está a solas.&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que el demonio de la mala suerte&lt;br /&gt;un día con sus garras lo cogió muy fuerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiene el pelo oscuro, los ojos claros&lt;br /&gt;y los dientes negros de mascar tabaco.&lt;br /&gt;Su mano derecha repleta de anillos&lt;br /&gt;en la izquierda un vaso guarda el equilibrio.&lt;br /&gt;Hay quien esta vida se la toma a broma&lt;br /&gt;y hay quien se suicida con balas de goma.&lt;br /&gt;No hay por qué pasar el tiempo pensando en lo perdido&lt;br /&gt;ni llorando lágrimas de cocodrilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si le duelen los recuerdos,&lt;br /&gt;se los cura con ginebra.&lt;br /&gt;Él quiere enterrar el tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;dentro de un reloj de arena.&lt;br /&gt;Como nunca tiene sueño,&lt;br /&gt;se pasa la noche entera&lt;br /&gt;con su viejo catalejo,&lt;br /&gt;que le acerca a las estrellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si le duelen los recuerdos,&lt;br /&gt;se los cura con ginebra.&lt;br /&gt;Él quiere enterrar el tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;dentro de un reloj de arena.&lt;br /&gt;Como nunca tiene sueño,&lt;br /&gt;se pasa la noche entera&lt;br /&gt;con su viejo catalejo,&lt;br /&gt;que le acerca a las estrellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si le duelen los recuerdos,&lt;br /&gt;se los cura con ginebra.&lt;br /&gt;Él quiere enterrar el tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;dentro de un reloj de arena.&lt;br /&gt;Como nunca tiene sueño,&lt;br /&gt;se pasa la noche entera&lt;br /&gt;con su viejo catalejo,&lt;br /&gt;que le acerca a las estrellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si le duelen los recuerdos,&lt;br /&gt;se los cura con ginebra.&lt;br /&gt;Él quiere enterrar el tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;dentro de un reloj de arena...&lt;br /&gt;....con su viejo catalejo,&lt;br /&gt;que le acerca a las estrellas,&lt;br /&gt;....con su viejo catalejo,&lt;br /&gt;que le acerca a las estrellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z9QfEwqv3zY&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z9QfEwqv3zY&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-7759350101612988706?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/7759350101612988706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=7759350101612988706' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/7759350101612988706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/7759350101612988706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/03-como-pollo-sin-cabeza.html' title='03 - Como pollo sin cabeza'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-5341374015283613099</id><published>2008-05-30T11:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:31:09.145+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fito y Fitipaldis - Por la boca vive el pez'/><title type='text'>02 - Me equivocaría otra vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;02 - Me equivocaría otra vez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se torció el camino&lt;br /&gt;tu ya sabes que no puedo volver.&lt;br /&gt;son cosas del destino,&lt;br /&gt;siempre me quiere morder&lt;br /&gt;el horizonte se confunde&lt;br /&gt;con un negro telón&lt;br /&gt;y puede ser...&lt;br /&gt;como decir que se acabó la función.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha sido divertido&lt;br /&gt;me equivocaría otra vez,&lt;br /&gt;quisiera haber querido&lt;br /&gt;lo que no he sabido querer.&lt;br /&gt;Quieres bailar conmigo&lt;br /&gt;puede que te pise los pies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soñaré solo porque me he quedao dormido,&lt;br /&gt;no voy a despertarme porque salga el sol,&lt;br /&gt;ya se llorar una vez por cada vez que rio,&lt;br /&gt;no sé restar...&lt;br /&gt;no se restar tu mitad a mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puede ser que la respuesta&lt;br /&gt;sea no preguntarse porque,&lt;br /&gt;perderse por los bares&lt;br /&gt;donde se bebe sin sed.&lt;br /&gt;Virgen de la locura&lt;br /&gt;nunca mas te voy a rezar&lt;br /&gt;que me he enterao&lt;br /&gt;de los pecados que me quieres quitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será mas divertido&lt;br /&gt;cuando no me toque perder,&lt;br /&gt;sigo apostando al 5&lt;br /&gt;y cada 2 por 3 sale 6.&lt;br /&gt;Yo bailaria contigo&lt;br /&gt;pero es que estoy sordo de un pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soñaré solo porque me he quedao dormido,&lt;br /&gt;no voy a despertarme porque salga el sol,&lt;br /&gt;ya se llorar una vez por cada vez que rio,&lt;br /&gt;no sé restar...&lt;br /&gt;no se restar tu mitad a mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha sido divertido&lt;br /&gt;me equivocaría otra vez,&lt;br /&gt;quisiera haber querido&lt;br /&gt;lo que no he sabido querer.&lt;br /&gt;Quieres bailar conmigo&lt;br /&gt;puede que te pise los pies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soñaré solo porque me he quedao dormido,&lt;br /&gt;no voy a despertarme porque salga el sol,&lt;br /&gt;ya se llorar una vez por cada vez que rio,&lt;br /&gt;no sé restar...&lt;br /&gt;no se restar tu mitad a mi corazón...&lt;br /&gt;no se restar...&lt;br /&gt;tu mitad a mi corazón,&lt;br /&gt;no se restar tu mitad a mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Id-rICLjsfI&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Id-rICLjsfI&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-5341374015283613099?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/5341374015283613099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=5341374015283613099' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/5341374015283613099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/5341374015283613099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/02-me-equivocara-otra-vez.html' title='02 - Me equivocaría otra vez'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-4556725613854738344</id><published>2008-05-30T11:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:30:02.107+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fito y Fitipaldis - Por la boca vive el pez'/><title type='text'>01 - Por la boca vive el pez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;01 - Por la boca vive el pez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Algo lo que me invade,&lt;br /&gt;todo viene de dentro&lt;br /&gt;Nunca lo que me sacie,&lt;br /&gt;siempre quiero, lobo hambriento.&lt;br /&gt;Todo me queda grande&lt;br /&gt;para no estar contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Sabes, quisiera darte&lt;br /&gt;siempre un poco más de lo que te pido.&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que soñaré,&lt;br /&gt;si no estás que me despierto contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que quiero más,&lt;br /&gt;no se vivir solo con 5 sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;Este mar cada vez guarda mas barcos hundidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu eres aire, yo papel,&lt;br /&gt;donde vayas yo me iré,&lt;br /&gt;si me quedo a oscuras&lt;br /&gt;luz de la locura ven y alumbrame.&lt;br /&gt;Alguien dijo alguna vez&lt;br /&gt;por la boca vive el pez&lt;br /&gt;y yo lo estoy diciendo,&lt;br /&gt;te lo estoy diciendo otra vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dime porque preguntas&lt;br /&gt;cuanto te he echao de menos,&lt;br /&gt;si en cada canción que escribo corazón&lt;br /&gt;eres tú el acento.&lt;br /&gt;No quiero estrella errante,&lt;br /&gt;no quiero ver la aurora&lt;br /&gt;quiero mirar tus ojos del color de la cocacola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que soñaré,&lt;br /&gt;si no estas que me despierto contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que quiero más,&lt;br /&gt;no se vivir solo con 5 sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;Este mar cada vez guarda mas barcos hundidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No estas conmigo siempre que te canto,&lt;br /&gt;yo hago canciones para estar contigo,&lt;br /&gt;porque escribo igual que sangro,&lt;br /&gt;porque sangro todo lo que escribo.&lt;br /&gt;me he dado cuenta cada vez que canto&lt;br /&gt;que si no canto no se lo que digo.&lt;br /&gt;La pena está bailando con el llanto&lt;br /&gt;y cuando quiera bailará conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;La vida apenas solo dura un rato&lt;br /&gt;y es lo que tengo para estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;para decirte lo que nunca canto,&lt;br /&gt;para cantarte lo que nunca digo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RLyFjmB6ElQ&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RLyFjmB6ElQ&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-4556725613854738344?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/4556725613854738344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=4556725613854738344' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/4556725613854738344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/4556725613854738344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/01-por-la-boca-vive-el-pez.html' title='01 - Por la boca vive el pez'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-2142746508064254365</id><published>2008-05-29T19:07:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T22:22:15.470+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de animo'/><title type='text'>Estados de animo</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yU1mHyPFTHw/SD8QHWDSuZI/AAAAAAAAASw/-Ob-EmLNMnQ/s200/elcan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205897412628101522" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANCIONES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/1volver-disfrutar.html"&gt;1.Volver A Disfrutar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/2la-madre-de-jos.html"&gt;2.La Madre De José&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/3ya-nada-volver-ser-como-antes.html"&gt;3.Ya Nada Volverá A Ser Como Antes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/4insoportable.html"&gt;4.Insoportable&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/5dentro-de-m.html"&gt;5.Dentro De Mì&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/6otra-vez.html"&gt;6.Otra Vez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/7siempre-cerca.html"&gt;7.Siempre Cerca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/8como-un-perro-ladrando.html"&gt;8.Como Un Perro Ladrando&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/9ekix.html"&gt;9.Ekix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/10una-foto-en-blanco-y-negro.html"&gt;10.Una Foto En Blanco Y Negro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/11no-voy-parar.html"&gt;11.No Voy A Parar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="”left”"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/12te-recuerdo-bonus-track.html"&gt;12.Te Recuerdo (Bonus Track)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-2142746508064254365?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/2142746508064254365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=2142746508064254365' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/2142746508064254365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/2142746508064254365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/estados-de-animo.html' title='Estados de animo'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yU1mHyPFTHw/SD8QHWDSuZI/AAAAAAAAASw/-Ob-EmLNMnQ/s72-c/elcan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-2473919406076642687</id><published>2008-05-29T18:23:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T18:36:11.147+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El canto del loco Estados de animo'/><title type='text'>12.Te Recuerdo (Bonus Track)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.Te Recuerdo (Bonus Track)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoy no paro de pensarlo&lt;br /&gt;y no sé ahora muy bien que hago aquí&lt;br /&gt;Te has marchado y has dejado&lt;br /&gt;otro hueco dentro de mí&lt;br /&gt;Te recuerdo porque fuiste y has sido&lt;br /&gt;la chispa que me ha hecho vivir&lt;br /&gt;A tu lado me sentía protegido&lt;br /&gt;y dentro de ti&lt;br /&gt;Ahora ya no existe risa&lt;br /&gt;ya no hay nada que me haga reír&lt;br /&gt;y me acuerdo del cariño y todos los besos&lt;br /&gt;que a veces no di.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde entonces no veo&lt;br /&gt;otra cosa en mi ser&lt;br /&gt;y ahora ya te has marchado&lt;br /&gt;no te volveré a ver&lt;br /&gt;ya no estaremos solos&lt;br /&gt;ya no veo tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando solo y voy pensando&lt;br /&gt;en las cosas que había por hacer&lt;br /&gt;en los gestos que eran nuestros&lt;br /&gt;que ahora sólo no puedo tener&lt;br /&gt;y me acuerdo del cariño y todos&lt;br /&gt;los besos que a veces no di.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ezE4jz61cl4&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ezE4jz61cl4&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-2473919406076642687?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/2473919406076642687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=2473919406076642687' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/2473919406076642687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/2473919406076642687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/12te-recuerdo-bonus-track.html' title='12.Te Recuerdo (Bonus Track)'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-20966101479326456</id><published>2008-05-29T18:23:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T18:35:13.570+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El canto del loco Estados de animo'/><title type='text'>11.No Voy A Parar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.No Voy A Parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoy vuelvo&lt;br /&gt;Vuelvo a lograr&lt;br /&gt;Que mi tiempo, tenga un gran lugar&lt;br /&gt;Y seguiré creciendo más&lt;br /&gt;Y seguiré tus pasos yo&lt;br /&gt;Lo que ya hemos pasado&lt;br /&gt;Forma parte de mi cuerpo y mi interior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo, no voy a parar&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ver, que hay ganas, que hay más vida&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero, yo voy a ganar&lt;br /&gt;Quiero verte cerca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué te parece si te digo lo que tienes que hacer, lo&lt;br /&gt;que tienes que oir&lt;br /&gt;Qué te parece si te digo lo que tientes que oir, lo&lt;br /&gt;que tienes que hacer&lt;br /&gt;y oir, y hacer, oir y hacer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disfruto&lt;br /&gt;De esta libertad&lt;br /&gt;No oculto&lt;br /&gt;Mis ganas de arrasar&lt;br /&gt;Y seguiré creciendo más&lt;br /&gt;Y seguiré tus pasos yo&lt;br /&gt;Lo que ya hemos vivido forma parte&lt;br /&gt;Del recuerdo y mi emoción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DcT-llCDK0A&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DcT-llCDK0A&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-20966101479326456?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/20966101479326456/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=20966101479326456' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/20966101479326456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/20966101479326456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/11no-voy-parar.html' title='11.No Voy A Parar'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-4806032183136196258</id><published>2008-05-29T18:23:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T18:34:30.254+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El canto del loco Estados de animo'/><title type='text'>10.Una Foto En Blanco Y Negro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.Una Foto En Blanco Y Negro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Solamente oir tu voz&lt;br /&gt;Ver tu foto en blanco y negro&lt;br /&gt;Recorrer esa ciudad&lt;br /&gt;Yo ya me muero de amor&lt;br /&gt;Ver la vida sin reloj&lt;br /&gt;Ver la vida sin reloj&lt;br /&gt;Y contarte mis secretos&lt;br /&gt;No saber ya si besarte&lt;br /&gt;O esperar que salga solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y vivir así, yo quiero vivir así&lt;br /&gt;Y ni siquiera sé si sientes tú lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me desperté soñando&lt;br /&gt;Que estaba a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;Y me quedé pensando&lt;br /&gt;Qué tienen esas manos&lt;br /&gt;Sé que no es el momento&lt;br /&gt;Para que pase algo&lt;br /&gt;Quiero volverte a ver&lt;br /&gt;Quiero volverte a ver&lt;br /&gt;Quiero volverte a ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me siento como un niño&lt;br /&gt;Imaginándome contigo&lt;br /&gt;Como si hubiéramos ganado&lt;br /&gt;Por habernos conocido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta sensación extraña&lt;br /&gt;Hoy se adueña de mi casa&lt;br /&gt;Juega con esa sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;Dibujándola a sus anchas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5-SURi2WEdY&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5-SURi2WEdY&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-4806032183136196258?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/4806032183136196258/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=4806032183136196258' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/4806032183136196258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/4806032183136196258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/10una-foto-en-blanco-y-negro.html' title='10.Una Foto En Blanco Y Negro'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-7353436666775390300</id><published>2008-05-29T18:23:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T18:33:49.514+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El canto del loco Estados de animo'/><title type='text'>9.Ekix</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.Ekix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quiero estar dentro&lt;br /&gt;de tu cabeza&lt;br /&gt;Ir descubriendo&lt;br /&gt;porqué hay tanta belleza&lt;br /&gt;Y decirte al oído&lt;br /&gt;lo que me está pasando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni siquiera he visto aún&lt;br /&gt;una sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;Y sé que dentro de ti&lt;br /&gt;hay una que es mía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y decirte al oído&lt;br /&gt;que estoy aquí&lt;br /&gt;y que somos elegidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tengo prisa&lt;br /&gt;por oir un sí&lt;br /&gt;que diga ahora&lt;br /&gt;ya no nos separamos oh…&lt;br /&gt;No tengo prisa&lt;br /&gt;por verte aquí&lt;br /&gt;Prefiero sólo pensar que algo ha nacido en mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas bailando&lt;br /&gt;En mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;Creo que es tu forma de ser lo que hace que me pierda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y decirte al oído&lt;br /&gt;que estoy aquí&lt;br /&gt;y que somos elegidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tengo prisa&lt;br /&gt;por oir un sí&lt;br /&gt;que diga ahora&lt;br /&gt;ya no nos separamos oh…&lt;br /&gt;No tengo prisa&lt;br /&gt;por verte aquí&lt;br /&gt;Prefiero sólo pensar que algo ha nacido en mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1bW0wyGhPzM&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1bW0wyGhPzM&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-7353436666775390300?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/7353436666775390300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=7353436666775390300' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/7353436666775390300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/7353436666775390300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/9ekix.html' title='9.Ekix'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-6590491865454187456</id><published>2008-05-29T18:23:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T18:32:38.870+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El canto del loco Estados de animo'/><title type='text'>8.Como Un Perro Ladrando</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.Como Un Perro Ladrando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me acuerdo de esas tardes de domingos&lt;br /&gt;ahí tirados arreglando el mundo&lt;br /&gt;lo echo de menos aquí…&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdo todo el día por la calle mareando&lt;br /&gt;y perdiendo el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;éramos todos así&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan locos, tan cerca&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué es lo que no queda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy corrernos 3000 juergas&lt;br /&gt;y tirar 500 piedras&lt;br /&gt;en la cara de esos muermos sin corazón&lt;br /&gt;si no vienes no habrá fiesta&lt;br /&gt;toca todo lo que puedas que me siento como un perro ladrando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acuérdate el verano ése en la playa todos juntos&lt;br /&gt;éramos muy niños, sólo queríamos salir&lt;br /&gt;todas las noches porqué habías probado algo&lt;br /&gt;que, aunque no querías, había despertado algo en ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bQvCi_XLfGc&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bQvCi_XLfGc&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-6590491865454187456?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/6590491865454187456/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=6590491865454187456' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/6590491865454187456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/6590491865454187456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/8como-un-perro-ladrando.html' title='8.Como Un Perro Ladrando'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-5641551386169012152</id><published>2008-05-29T18:23:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T18:31:59.395+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El canto del loco Estados de animo'/><title type='text'>7.Siempre Cerca</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.Siempre Cerca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pasa el tiempo por aquí&lt;br /&gt;has decidido regresar&lt;br /&gt;por si acaso no estás bien&lt;br /&gt;sólo mira para atrás&lt;br /&gt;Que aquí estamos para ti&lt;br /&gt;no nos tienes que buscar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es esta vida y funciona así&lt;br /&gt;hoy aquí mañana allí&lt;br /&gt;sé que no vas a olvidar&lt;br /&gt;todo el tiempo por aquí&lt;br /&gt;que lo nuestro fue especial&lt;br /&gt;eso es algo para ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por querer estar siempre cerca iré,&lt;br /&gt;donde tú me pidas estaré,&lt;br /&gt;hay que empezarse a hacer a la idea de estar solos,&lt;br /&gt;por querer estar siempre cerca iré,&lt;br /&gt;donde tú decidas, y a la vez&lt;br /&gt;recordar momentos que hacen que hoy vivamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasan cosas, es así&lt;br /&gt;no hay nada escrito, hay que seguir&lt;br /&gt;Todo surge, hoy aquí&lt;br /&gt;Mira adelante y sé feliz&lt;br /&gt;Que esto acaba de empezar&lt;br /&gt;y es algo para mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por querer estar siempre cerca iré,&lt;br /&gt;donde tú me pidas estaré,&lt;br /&gt;hay que empezarse a hacer a la idea de estar solos,&lt;br /&gt;por querer estar siempre cerca iré,&lt;br /&gt;donde tú decidas, y a la vez&lt;br /&gt;recordar momentos que hacen que hoy vivamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que no estuvo mal,&lt;br /&gt;ahora todo va a cambiar&lt;br /&gt;que lo único que importa&lt;br /&gt;es que no estés solo&lt;br /&gt;sabes algo va a pasar&lt;br /&gt;nada vuelve a ser igual&lt;br /&gt;pero lo único que importa&lt;br /&gt;es que nos importas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nI9BgL54OP0&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nI9BgL54OP0&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-5641551386169012152?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/5641551386169012152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=5641551386169012152' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/5641551386169012152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/5641551386169012152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/7siempre-cerca.html' title='7.Siempre Cerca'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-7723731599045494264</id><published>2008-05-29T18:23:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T18:31:08.827+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El canto del loco Estados de animo'/><title type='text'>6.Otra Vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.Otra Vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sólo quiero ver algo que me vuelva loco de una vez&lt;br /&gt;que me explique la verdad de lo&lt;br /&gt;que pasa es que no hay nadie que lo intente&lt;br /&gt;o nadie quizá ya que le interese&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que decir que te puede estar creciendo la nariz&lt;br /&gt;desde el día que dijiste que los dos&lt;br /&gt;estaban mirándose de frente&lt;br /&gt;y puede que no haya nadie que lo intente&lt;br /&gt;y otra vez, otra vez intento imaginar&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo nada me parece tan real&lt;br /&gt;no sé que responder a tanta información&lt;br /&gt;cuando dijiste que por nada estás interesada&lt;br /&gt;todo se complica nadie dice nada&lt;br /&gt;te entiendo y no encuentro la forma de sentir yo&lt;br /&gt;y aunque a veces me repita que todo se complica&lt;br /&gt;la forma de expresarme o las malas&lt;br /&gt;noticias te miro y aún soy importante para los dos&lt;br /&gt;Esa sola vez he querido dar la vuelta para ver&lt;br /&gt;lo que dije es la verdad de lo que pasa&lt;br /&gt;es que no hay nadie inteligente o todos&lt;br /&gt;estamos hartos de la gente&lt;br /&gt;tengo que mentir y me puede estar creciendo la nariz&lt;br /&gt;por las cosas que no das es lo que tiene&lt;br /&gt;que estar cansándote el presente o todo&lt;br /&gt;te ha dado igual eso parece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I29bgDdJBTI&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I29bgDdJBTI&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-7723731599045494264?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/7723731599045494264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=7723731599045494264' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/7723731599045494264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/7723731599045494264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/6otra-vez.html' title='6.Otra Vez'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-5000566217642168291</id><published>2008-05-29T18:23:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T18:30:34.628+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El canto del loco Estados de animo'/><title type='text'>5.Dentro De Mì</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.Dentro De Mì&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dentro de mi&lt;br /&gt;dejará de existir&lt;br /&gt;lo que hacía&lt;br /&gt;que quisiera y&lt;br /&gt;no pensara&lt;br /&gt;sin tener preocupación&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mi&lt;br /&gt;llegarán a vivir&lt;br /&gt;mil problemas&lt;br /&gt;que me niegan&lt;br /&gt;que me cierran&lt;br /&gt;mi pequeño corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que es verdad&lt;br /&gt;es tu realidad.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no es tan sencilla&lt;br /&gt;tu manera de actuar.&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que es verdad,&lt;br /&gt;sabes quien te admira&lt;br /&gt;y quien te quiere&lt;br /&gt;de verdad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porqué dentro de mi&lt;br /&gt;quedan cosas que vi&lt;br /&gt;que me hicieron&lt;br /&gt;que cambiara&lt;br /&gt;y hoy no diera&lt;br /&gt;a cualquiera&lt;br /&gt;mi calor&lt;br /&gt;Y es que dentro de mi&lt;br /&gt;queda algo que vi&lt;br /&gt;que me cuesta&lt;br /&gt;cada día&lt;br /&gt;mas mostrarlo&lt;br /&gt;y regalarlo&lt;br /&gt;porqué sí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que es verdad&lt;br /&gt;es tu realidad.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no es tan sencilla&lt;br /&gt;tu manera de actuar.&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que es verdad,&lt;br /&gt;sabes quien te admira&lt;br /&gt;y quien te quiere&lt;br /&gt;de verdad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UJX0KdHZJpk&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UJX0KdHZJpk&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-5000566217642168291?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-3512711985299335357</id><published>2008-05-29T18:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T18:29:40.254+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El canto del loco Estados de animo'/><title type='text'>4.Insoportable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.Insoportable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ya lo sé&lt;br /&gt;lo que eres corazón,&lt;br /&gt;Mírate y ves&lt;br /&gt;que eres lo peor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ya no hay nada que me sirva, en tu interior&lt;br /&gt;Y es que yo por ti no doy ni un duro, amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque digas no se te ha hecho tarde&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que eres un poquito insoportable&lt;br /&gt;Mirarás siempre hacia atrás arrepentida&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que yo he dado todo, todo en valde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya veré&lt;br /&gt;si vuelvo a verte o no,&lt;br /&gt;Tú podrás creer&lt;br /&gt;Que voy de duro, y no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4RRWPnhX8_k&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4RRWPnhX8_k&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-3512711985299335357?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/3512711985299335357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=3512711985299335357' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/3512711985299335357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/3512711985299335357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/4insoportable.html' title='4.Insoportable'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-9094395437519029490</id><published>2008-05-29T18:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T18:28:35.606+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El canto del loco Estados de animo'/><title type='text'>3.Ya Nada Volverá A Ser Como Antes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.Ya Nada Volverá A Ser Como Antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoy quiero ir a encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que hay dentro de mí&lt;br /&gt;Sacar toda esa sensibilidad&lt;br /&gt;Que me acerque a ti&lt;br /&gt;Que me lleve allí&lt;br /&gt;Y a pesar de todo&lt;br /&gt;Me pregunto ¿qué no di?&lt;br /&gt;Y al vivir me oculto&lt;br /&gt;Mis defectos para poder dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya nada volverá a ser como antes&lt;br /&gt;Ya nunca dejaré que nada cambie&lt;br /&gt;Estaremos conociendo nuestra parte original&lt;br /&gt;Ya nunca volverá a ser como antes&lt;br /&gt;Ya nunca dejaré que nada me cambie&lt;br /&gt;Estaremos conociendo nuestra parte de verdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tras una sombra gris&lt;br /&gt;que no me deja ver&lt;br /&gt;Podré esperar que pase algo hoy&lt;br /&gt;Con lo que tengo aquí&lt;br /&gt;Y no quiere salir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UGb6LMaTHvo&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UGb6LMaTHvo&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-9094395437519029490?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/9094395437519029490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=9094395437519029490' title='0 comentarios'/><link 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José</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.La Madre De José&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oye José, escúchame&lt;br /&gt;que no lo hice queriendo&lt;br /&gt;Yo te fui a buscar y me ligué por cierto&lt;br /&gt;QUÉ DÍA MÁS BUENO&lt;br /&gt;Qué buena está la madre de mi amigo José,&lt;br /&gt;la miro y me recuerda aquel momento que sé,&lt;br /&gt;que ella abrió la puerta y yo pregunto por él,&lt;br /&gt;me dice que se ha ido, que no va a volver&lt;br /&gt;Vuela mi fantasía, vuela alto, y la ves tumbada en&lt;br /&gt;el sofá y yo dentro del chalet&lt;br /&gt;Revivo aquel momento que me hizo perder&lt;br /&gt;esos pocos papeles que yo puedo tener&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora estoy quedándome muy loco&lt;br /&gt;Qué va, qué va&lt;br /&gt;Lo que yo estoy es un poquito nervioso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es que la madre de José me está volviendo loco&lt;br /&gt;y no la voy a dejar, porque lo siento y siento todo&lt;br /&gt;qué culpa tengo yo si esa puerta no la he abierto&lt;br /&gt;que ha sido su madre que quería que entrara dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subí las escaleras del humilde chalet&lt;br /&gt;con su madre en mis brazos rodeándome&lt;br /&gt;tumbado en esa cama ví a mi amigo José&lt;br /&gt;en un portarretratos ahí mirándome&lt;br /&gt;pasó lo que pasó y ahora no duermo bien&lt;br /&gt;lo hice casi obligado no sabía que hacer&lt;br /&gt;espero que él lo entienda que lo sepa ver&lt;br /&gt;fué un momento muy duro el lo va a entender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora estoy volviendome aún mas loco&lt;br /&gt;qué va, qué va&lt;br /&gt;lo que yo estoy es un poco mas nervioso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es que la madre de José me está volviendo loco&lt;br /&gt;y no la voy a dejar, porque lo siento y siento todo&lt;br /&gt;qué culpa tengo yo si esa puerta no la he abierto&lt;br /&gt;y ha sido su madre que quería que entrara dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira tío, entiéndeme&lt;br /&gt;que no soy un mal tío&lt;br /&gt;que soy muy sensible&lt;br /&gt;y lo hice con cariño&lt;br /&gt;no quiero que pienses&lt;br /&gt;que de ti me río.&lt;br /&gt;Que me gusta tu madre José&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dPdOi52PWIw&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dPdOi52PWIw&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-5253556902607457300?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/5253556902607457300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El canto del loco Estados de animo'/><title type='text'>1.Volver A Disfrutar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.Volver A Disfrutar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dejanos en paz&lt;br /&gt;no nos cuentes otro cuento que no va!!&lt;br /&gt;Ese es tu plan&lt;br /&gt;tal vez no has contado con el mundo y&lt;br /&gt;ahora vais a marearnos más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No veo la necesidad de discutir&lt;br /&gt;sólo hay que dejarlo claro todo por…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volver a disfrutar&lt;br /&gt;con algo que decir&lt;br /&gt;con algo que pensar&lt;br /&gt;tener las cosas claras&lt;br /&gt;para no volver atrás&lt;br /&gt;cambiar la dirección&lt;br /&gt;con un solo motor&lt;br /&gt;dejar las cosas claras&lt;br /&gt;para no acabar tan mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero más que me enseñes tu manera de actuar&lt;br /&gt;Déjalo estar, formas parte de ese género que huele a mentira y falsedad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EcQFB_keyds&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EcQFB_keyds&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-5534330384432775062?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/5534330384432775062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=5534330384432775062' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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bold;"&gt;01 - Una tarde de sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que pena no ser ave de paso, ni derrota de carta marina.&lt;br /&gt;Que dulce ser el trapo blanco henchido al viento del velero que alegre se encabrita.&lt;br /&gt;Que lento ser ciprés viviendo erguido al cielo y saber que todo en este mundo necesita su tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;Que pena no ser ave de paso ni proa que acuchilla siete mares.&lt;br /&gt;O relumbre del zarcillo de bella muchacha que descalza baila por los parques.&lt;br /&gt;Busco en el ruido de las plazas. Busco en las calles de ciudades que ya no conozco.&lt;br /&gt;Busco el aroma de mujeres que pasan a sus cosas, a su lucha, a la tarea que les toca.&lt;br /&gt;Guardo una tarde de sol por si hace falta, ese es un tesoro que nadie podrá arrebatarme.&lt;br /&gt;Guardo la mirada risueña de alguna muchacha. Guardo en un bolsillo el color de la piel de una naranja.&lt;br /&gt;Mejor pluma del ala de un perro que pasar los días esperando&lt;br /&gt;ahumar el avispero de la mente, que se despierte la desidia con sus sombras.&lt;br /&gt;Te busco entre las getes de las plazas.&lt;br /&gt;Te busco en las calles de ciudades que ya no recuerdas.&lt;br /&gt;Te busco en el perfume de mujeres que pasan, en los silencios que crecen cuando ellas no hablan.&lt;br /&gt;Te guardo una tarde de sol por si la quieres. Ese es un tesoro que nadie podrá arrebatarte.&lt;br /&gt;Te guardo una mirada risueña que nada pretende.&lt;br /&gt;Te guardo en un bolsillo el calor de mi piel por si vinieses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WL0KGijz6Zg&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WL0KGijz6Zg&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-5009633873722258597?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/5009633873722258597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=5009633873722258597' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/5009633873722258597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/5009633873722258597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/01-una-tarde-de-sol.html' title='01 - Una tarde de sol'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-6517027119573463268</id><published>2008-05-28T21:57:00.015+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:05:45.715+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manolo garcia Para que no se duerman mis sentidos'/><title type='text'>15 - De libelulas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15 - De libelulas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mi amor flota con nenufares en un estanque de libelulas azules.&lt;br /&gt;El tuyo es un trio de golondrinas en un bosque de papel.&lt;br /&gt;Centellas negras atravesando nubes.&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor sera agua del vapor de un barco, carboncillo en tuyo. Pulido anaquel para colgar platos.&lt;br /&gt;Para colgar platos con lindos dibujos de arboles floridos. Para nuevas noches calidas de olvidos.&lt;br /&gt;El amor es de luz que pasa por ojos de puente romano.&lt;br /&gt;Luz cambiante que acaricio sus sillares con las manos que los tallaron.&lt;br /&gt;Nuestro amor es busto de arcilla de bella liberta con pendientes.&lt;br /&gt;Es de hojas de te de aromas humedos de los orientes.&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor flota con nenufares en un estanque de libelilas azules.&lt;br /&gt;Castillo es, tejado de golondrinas en un bosque de papel.&lt;br /&gt;Abandonadas ruinas bajo las nubes.&lt;br /&gt;El arpa da notas, tremula de rosas, y un tu breve boca refila la flauta, viruta de brozas.&lt;br /&gt;De broza de rizos, limaduras de angel. De tu aliento dulce mazapan en bucles y anisillo en gotas.&lt;br /&gt;Quemare desde hoy mis rastrojos a diosas terrenales&lt;br /&gt;y en noches sin luna, candiles votivos de buenos augurios a los nuevos amores.&lt;br /&gt;No sera mas, mi amor, mano firme de anillo de mimbre ajustado.&lt;br /&gt;Ya por siempre sera de fierro argentino. Su vaina de cuero gastado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b8Sy4P2c4RM&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b8Sy4P2c4RM&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-6517027119573463268?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/6517027119573463268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=6517027119573463268' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/6517027119573463268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/6517027119573463268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/15-de-libelulas.html' title='15 - De libelulas'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-1460094926193097844</id><published>2008-05-28T21:57:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:05:16.649+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manolo garcia Para que no se duerman mis sentidos'/><title type='text'>14 - Eramos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14 - Eramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eramos, bajo un techo de hojas, gamos en el corazon del bosque;&lt;br /&gt;hierba fresca que jamas seria hollada.&lt;br /&gt;Eramos jugosa y brillante hierba por la escarcha perlada.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy no se ni quien soy. Y hoy no se ni a donde voy.&lt;br /&gt;Solo si hay llama de amor vuelve la esencia. Solo si la piel dormida despierta&lt;br /&gt;sabre quien soy, sabre hacia donde voy.&lt;br /&gt;Eramos la musica en el murmullo de la corriente, el milagro del fuego, el terror al eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;Laderas eramos, que eran mares de espigas en el suave oleaje de lo que eramos.&lt;br /&gt;Hasta donde puede alcanzar la razon, infinita cadena de azules quebradas.&lt;br /&gt;Bruma, seno de una tierra virgen. Hasta donde andara el corazon, eramos.&lt;br /&gt;Eramos primigenio mundo de abismos y luces. Paraiso calmo sin limite de distancias.&lt;br /&gt;En la profunda fronda, adormecidas fieras. Habitantes callados de las cavernas.&lt;br /&gt;Desde donde se mueven la mano y el ojo eramos astil, pedernal y bronce. Luego rueda, muralla, silo.&lt;br /&gt;Poco a poco, todo habria terminado. Eramos....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-1460094926193097844?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/1460094926193097844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=1460094926193097844' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/1460094926193097844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/1460094926193097844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/14-eramos.html' title='14 - Eramos'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-1413237892794383494</id><published>2008-05-28T21:57:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:04:56.580+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manolo garcia Para que no se duerman mis sentidos'/><title type='text'>13 - Si te vienes conmigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13 - Si te vienes conmigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quiero un amor que cubra con teja de caños esta herida abierta.&lt;br /&gt;Un amor compadre y jaranero que me abra los ojos y cierre para siempre aquella puerta.&lt;br /&gt;Si te vienes conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;Si te vienes conmigo pararemos a la vera del camino para ver los arboles vestirse de hojas.&lt;br /&gt;Si te vienes conmigo volaremos confundidos entre jilgueros y rosas.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero un amor que cubra con teja de cañon esta descubierta.&lt;br /&gt;Un amor perdido y dominguero que me abra los ojos y cierre para siempre aquella puerta.&lt;br /&gt;Si te vienes conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;Si te vienes conmigo pararemos a la vera del camino àra ver los arboles vestirse de hojas.&lt;br /&gt;Si te vienes conmigo volaremos confundidos entre jilgueros y rosas.&lt;br /&gt;Si te vienes conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Si te vienes conmigo partiremos sin destin hacia algun lugar prdido. Seremos acratas de bajo consumo.&lt;br /&gt;Devoradores de libros de bolsillo. Literalmente. La rosca desgastada del beso de tornillo.&lt;br /&gt;Instalados en un tiempo variable, por hablar, no hablaremos mas.&lt;br /&gt;Viviremos pletoricos en cincuenta metros cuadrados. Hipotecados. O realquilados.&lt;br /&gt;O mejor, saltando, el que pudiendo quisiera, en zig-zag.&lt;br /&gt;Inmoderados. O moderados. O inmoderadamente moderados.&lt;br /&gt;O moderadamente inmoderados. O inmoderadamente inmoderados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QidrVa1qdsY&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QidrVa1qdsY&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-1413237892794383494?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/1413237892794383494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=1413237892794383494' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/1413237892794383494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/1413237892794383494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/13-si-te-vienes-conmigo.html' title='13 - Si te vienes conmigo'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-8488316361700459692</id><published>2008-05-28T21:57:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:04:31.769+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manolo garcia Para que no se duerman mis sentidos'/><title type='text'>12 - En un estanque de libelulas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 - En un estanque de libelulas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mi amor flota con nenufares en un estanque de libelulas azules.&lt;br /&gt;El tuyo es un trio de golondrinas en un bosque de papel.&lt;br /&gt;Centellas negras atravesando nubes.&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor sera agua del vapor de un barco, carboncillo en tuyo. Pulido anaquel para colgar platos.&lt;br /&gt;Para colgar platos con lindos dibujos de arboles floridos. Para nuevas noches calidas de olvidos.&lt;br /&gt;El amor es de luz que pasa por ojos de puente romano.&lt;br /&gt;Luz cambiante que acaricio sus sillares con las manos que los tallaron.&lt;br /&gt;Nuestro amor es busto de arcilla de bella liberta con pendientes.&lt;br /&gt;Es de hojas de te de aromas humedos de los orientes.&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor flota con nenufares en un estanque de libelilas azules.&lt;br /&gt;Castillo es, tejado de golondrinas en un bosque de papel.&lt;br /&gt;Abandonadas ruinas bajo las nubes.&lt;br /&gt;El arpa da notas, tremula de rosas, y un tu breve boca refila la flauta, viruta de brozas.&lt;br /&gt;De broza de rizos, limaduras de angel. De tu aliento dulce mazapan en bucles y anisillo en gotas.&lt;br /&gt;Quemare desde hoy mis rastrojos a diosas terrenales&lt;br /&gt;y en noches sin luna, candiles votivos de buenos augurios a los nuevos amores.&lt;br /&gt;No sera mas, mi amor, mano firme de anillo de mimbre ajustado.&lt;br /&gt;Ya por siempre sera de fierro argentino. Su vaina de cuero gastado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E5Q7zMZAgx0&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E5Q7zMZAgx0&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-8488316361700459692?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/8488316361700459692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=8488316361700459692' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/8488316361700459692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/8488316361700459692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/12-en-un-estanque-de-libelulas.html' title='12 - En un estanque de libelulas'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-502699643931064212</id><published>2008-05-28T21:57:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:04:02.695+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manolo garcia Para que no se duerman mis sentidos'/><title type='text'>11 - Ardio mi memoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 - Ardio mi memoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yo vi a la mujer de cabellos ondulados de sierpes&lt;br /&gt;bajar corriendo por la ladera hacia los llanos donde la fiesta silva.&lt;br /&gt;Yo vi los brillos en el borde de las copas durante aquella noche.&lt;br /&gt;Yo vi a los hombres, dura piel morena, en el temblor lejano del polvo de la pista.&lt;br /&gt;Vi flotar herrumbre de rejones en un instante que clava y se gira a mirarte.&lt;br /&gt;Supe del metalico rugido de motores en su efimera carrera hacia el confin del horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;Ardio mi memoria y el mundo bosque en llamas calcino despechos, trsiciones, deslealtad.&lt;br /&gt;Menti y me mentiste y me senti caleidoscopico insecto:&lt;br /&gt;polvo y alas rotas en el temblor de una particula de nada.&lt;br /&gt;Porque si no te pertenezco pienso en ti? Porque si no habitamos multitudes me dejas solo?&lt;br /&gt;Por que si no te pertenezco estas en mi?&lt;br /&gt;Vi barbados hombres cabalgar monstruos de acero rodantes.&lt;br /&gt;anclar y resoplando morir por unas horas al desmayo del sueño.&lt;br /&gt;Vi luces, puertas entreabiertas al cerrarse, escuche extraviadas risas;&lt;br /&gt;murmullos, jadeos y el anuncio de un dia negro que nacia. (Tormenta de mares de lagrimas)&lt;br /&gt;Te vi flotar, herrumbre de rejones en un instante que pasa y te giraste a mirarme.&lt;br /&gt;Supe que tu quejido, carne insomne, de mi efimera carrera hacia el confin del horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;Ardio mi memoria y el mundo bosque en llamas... Ardio mi memoria...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-502699643931064212?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/502699643931064212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=502699643931064212' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/502699643931064212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/502699643931064212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/11-ardio-mi-memoria.html' title='11 - Ardio mi memoria'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-8744597446093606237</id><published>2008-05-28T21:57:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:03:37.257+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manolo garcia Para que no se duerman mis sentidos'/><title type='text'>10 - Vive en mi un recuerdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 - Vive en mi un recuerdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vive en mi un recuerdo que a veces despierta cuando duermo.&lt;br /&gt;Con su olor a selva me envuelve, me trae el gorgojeo del agua de sus fuentes.&lt;br /&gt;Vive en mi un recuerdo.&lt;br /&gt;Vive en mi tu recuerdo, de mi se alimenta, esta en mi y me alienta en los aciagos dias en los que no camino.&lt;br /&gt;De sus rocas, de sus sendas ocultas, de sus calares en los umbrales del mundo, vive en mi un recuerdo.&lt;br /&gt;Rumor vago apenas. Bruma de cualquier tiempo que nieva, que calienta mi ser entumecido.&lt;br /&gt;Rumor vago apenas, en el invierno tan temido de algunos veranos. Rumor vago apenas,&lt;br /&gt;bruma de cualquier tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;Vive en mi un recuerdo, relumbra en los hocicos de las bestias que calman su sed junto a mi antigua sed,&lt;br /&gt;en mi sueño de verdes acequias. Mora en mi un recuerdo.&lt;br /&gt;Como estandartes que a tu viendo vuelan y son medias lunas desiertas, niveas,&lt;br /&gt;y en hondanadas de agua que reflejan el paso de mesnadas moras que cabalgan caballos&lt;br /&gt;que nunca cesan y son sin tiempo. Libres al perfil de la mañana. Fieros, salvajes y eternos.&lt;br /&gt;Ese es mi recuerdo:&lt;br /&gt;rumor vago apenas, bruma de cualquier tiempo que hiela, que calienta mi ser entumecido.&lt;br /&gt;Dolor raro aperas en el infierno ten temido de algunos veranos.&lt;br /&gt;Rumor vago apenas. Bruma de cualquier tiempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-8744597446093606237?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/8744597446093606237/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=8744597446093606237' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/8744597446093606237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/8744597446093606237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-vive-en-mi-un-recuerdo.html' title='10 - Vive en mi un recuerdo'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-2733603516627212197</id><published>2008-05-28T21:57:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:03:16.015+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manolo garcia Para que no se duerman mis sentidos'/><title type='text'>09 - Serena barca</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09 - Serena barca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;En un carnaval, Cadiz de la chirigota, de manos que buscan el amor en gotas de mistela.&lt;br /&gt;Sobre las caderas de la noche marinera al titilante brillo del vals del oleaje,&lt;br /&gt;en la ensenada azul donde mi amada espera. Que amurada a la espuma de gozo reverbera.&lt;br /&gt;Serena barca en la que rema mi reina, reina de mares, de las finas dagas.&lt;br /&gt;Serena barca en la que reina mi amada. Que brilla Cadiz... De mimbre y damajuanas.&lt;br /&gt;Fue en un carnaval de ese Cadiz chico, azar de siemprevivas, espejo de alondras en sus cielos&lt;br /&gt;y patria, ese lugar donde el espiritu apacenta entre sueños engarzados en fenicias anclas,&lt;br /&gt;o pueblos marineros. O en un paisaje azul de pajaros y oteros.&lt;br /&gt;Serena barca en la que rema mi amada, reina de mares de las finas dagas.&lt;br /&gt;Serena barca en la que reina mi amada. Santa Maria, puerto de lindas damas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-2733603516627212197?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/2733603516627212197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=2733603516627212197' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/2733603516627212197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/2733603516627212197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/09-serena-barca.html' title='09 - Serena barca'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651629036237661348.post-4356986644270699454</id><published>2008-05-28T21:57:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:02:53.707+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manolo garcia Para que no se duerman mis sentidos'/><title type='text'>08 - Fragua de los cuatro vientos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;08 - Fragua de los cuatro vientos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fragua de los cuatro vientos, donde los celos forjabas, para avivar mis desvelos: ascuas, tizones, brasas.&lt;br /&gt;Que por ti pené tanto que en la pena perdido, por el miedo a perderte perdi lo conseguido.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no quiero tenerte que no se tiene nada,&lt;br /&gt;ni el reflejo en el agua, ni el reflejo en el agua de la malcarada.&lt;br /&gt;Fragua del herrero viejo, el del mandil de buen cuero,&lt;br /&gt;donde remachan los hombres sus penas al vivo fuego.&lt;br /&gt;Fragua de las cuatro botas, de los cuatro caballeros,&lt;br /&gt;donde remiendan los hombres la herida de los adentros.&lt;br /&gt;Que por ti pené tanto que en la pena perdido, por el miedo a perderte perdi lo conseguido.&lt;br /&gt;Que no me haras otra ni ningun desplante, donde quieras irte alla Dios te ampare.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no quiero tenerte que no se tiene nada. Ni el reflejo en el agua. Ni el reflejo en el agua de la malcarada.&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora cantame gitana, carita de limo fresco, por si en tu risa encontrara consuelo o lindo arabesco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8aQTthYk0MY&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8aQTthYk0MY&amp;amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3651629036237661348-4356986644270699454?l=chirimusica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/feeds/4356986644270699454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3651629036237661348&amp;postID=4356986644270699454' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/4356986644270699454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3651629036237661348/posts/default/4356986644270699454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chirimusica.blogspot.com/2008/05/08-fragua-de-los-cuatro-vientos.html' title='08 - Fragua de los cuatro vientos'/><author><name>Chirilino</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
