noches épicas

siempre existen esas mágicas noches donde terminas en un McDonald's a las 5:00 AM comiendo un coso de queso berreta rodeado de gente que apenas conoces y que estás lejos de considerar amigos, pero que sirven para pasar un rato junta a la mejor amiga, la alegría

Que el vodka nunca falte a tu alrededor y que el tequila no te defraude

que así sea

PD: el soundtrack de la noche

Faith No More: The Real Thing

escuchenlo les va a dejar sorprendidos como hitler cuando uruguay le declaro la guerra.

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=KG6GWLRW

the man who sold the world

i feel like just that

We passed upon the stair, we spoke in was and when
Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend
Which came as a surprise, I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago

Oh no, not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With The Man Who Sold The World

I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
I searched for a foreign land, for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazeless stair, we walked a million hills
I must have died alone, a long long time ago

Who knows? Not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World

Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World

big bang theory

me estoy cagando de risa zarpado con esta serie. Tristemente, me puedo ver reflejado en mas cosas de las que me gustarian con respecto a los personajes y sus chistes.


dejo el piloto (primer capítulo)

http://www.megaupload.com/es/?d=HEYL4XGT

the passenger

I am the passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the citys backside
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, theyre bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the citys a rip in the sky
And everything looks good tonight
Singin la la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la la-la
Get into the car
Well be the passenger
Well ride through the city tonight
See the citys ripped insides
Well see the bright and hollow sky
Well see the stars that shine so bright
The sky was made for us tonight
Oh the passenger
How how he rides
Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He see the stars come out tonight
He sees the citys ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
cause it just belongs to you and me
So lets take a ride and see whats mine
Singing...
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his windows eye
He sees the things he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city asleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
Oh, lets ride and ride and ride and ride...
Singing...I am the passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the citys backside
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, theyre bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the citys a rip in the sky
And everything looks good tonight
Singin la la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la la-la
Get into the car
Well be the passenger
Well ride through the city tonight
See the citys ripped insides
Well see the bright and hollow sky
Well see the stars that shine so bright
The sky was made for us tonight
Oh the passenger
How how he rides
Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He see the stars come out tonight
He sees the citys ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
cause it just belongs to you and me
So lets take a ride and see whats mine
Singing...
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his windows eye
He sees the things he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city asleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
Oh, lets ride and ride and ride and ride...
Singing...

R-O-C-K

La otra vez estaba hablando con un amigo. Discutíamos sobre música y terminología. Él insistía en que el stoner como género no existí Yo conocordaba pero le decía que usar la palabra "stoner" para referirse a un estilo de música era ampliamente entendible que decir otra cosa. Él me decía que era de noob pelotudo y concordamos pero insistía en que esa palabra de 6 letras era muy cómoda de usar, a lo que respondió "hay una de 4 que se entiende mejor..." R-O-C-K. Es una palabra que lo resume todo

así que dejo un buen disco de rock
Kyuss: Sky Valley

http://www.axifile.com/?6305916

choose life

"Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers... choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mindnumbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose Life ...

But why would I want to do a thing like that?"

I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you've got heroin?

marzo

Ahora me toca rendir en marzo, por mogólico. Mi vieja no me da respiro, cuido de mi hermano, atiendo a las necesidades de todos en la casa y además me presiona para que estudie. No tengo ganas de hacerlo y simplemente, no me puedo concentrar en ello. No tengo apuro ni presiones propias para preocuparme del estudio (ni de nada más para el caso) pero me presiona tanto ella para que lo haga que al final me pone nervioso.
Para esos días en los que uno está nervioso subo este disco
Atte.
A

The velvet Underground: White Light/ White heat:

http://lix.in/ffc07f

1 - White Light White Heat
2 - The Gift
3 - Lady Godiva's Operation
4 - Here She Comes Now
5 - I Heard Her Call My Name
6 - Sister Ray

guess who's back?

ja volvi a escribir en el blog este de mierda donde me voy a dedicar basicamente a seguir subiendo distintas "obras de arte" del mundo de la musica y del cine y basicamente de lo que se ocurra . Acá no voy a poner secciones porque no creo en seccionar lo que voy a subir porque no existe una diferencia que deberia ser marcada... aquí todo es "misceláneo" como se diría en otros blogs porque, la realidad es, que me da paja dividirlo.