viernes, 25 de noviembre de 2011

miércoles, 23 de noviembre de 2011

I let the beast in too soon, I don't know how to live
Without my hand on his throat; I fight him always & still
O darling, it's so sweet, you think you know how crazy
How crazy I am
You say you don't spook easy, you won't go, but I know
And I pray that you will
Fast as you can, baby run-free yourself of me
Fast as you can
I may be soft in your palm but I'll soon grow
Hungry for a fight, and I will not let you win
My pretty mouth will frame the phrases that will
Disprove your faith in man

Sometimes my mind don't shake and shift
But most of the time, it does
And I get to the place where I'm begging for a lift
Or I'll drown in the wonders and the was
And I'll be your girl, if you say it's a gift
And you give me some more of your drugs
Yeah, I'll be your pet, if you just tell me it's a gift
'cause I'm tired of whys, choking on whys,
Just need a little because


no se com, però ho diu tot.

viernes, 11 de noviembre de 2011

Opportunities don't always come gift wrapped.


La típica frase que hauria d'haver llegit una mica més aviat. Cal que posin l'anunci al tros de departures? a arrivals sempre seria una mica més útil.