lunes, 31 de marzo de 2014

6yu


worthless city, worthless boy
dont let the winter night wins
cause in the end it's just you and me
i hate my hands
they never seem to fit in yours

you can follow me
i always choose the wrong ways
bad saturdays and terrible films 
everybody is talking about it
should i try this?

told me to keep going
never how
never when

oh, teach me how to forgive 
just like you
i forget how to breathe
don't know to start when everything is about you
should i try this?
i need to keep going 
time will fall apart one day
and the wind will stop blowing

/i'm afraid of heaven because i can't stand the heights/i'm afraid of you because i can't be left behind/

domingo, 30 de marzo de 2014

b

slow song now
sounding like a deathwish out loud
looking for my natural enemies around

your dreams are your truth
nightmares are my faith
your body is the fuse
turn my life to grey

kids like us never quit
i did it three times before
but who has the score?
the girls will play hide and seek

i told you ''i'm learning now, i'm growning now''
you never thought i'll get here with my wet shoes and a new breath
last night i went something like
''is good to be alive when you are all surrended by death''



 

miércoles, 26 de marzo de 2014

cheap pavement

i locked myself up here
can you see?
they have ways to empty you from feet to head
drive away from me


she thinks a lot and you don't think brave enough


go to the war with your shoes untied
with nothing on your pockets left behind

sleep your days away
unlike those days
the rings of saturn are fading away
can't keep my hands quiet
unlike their pain



and you know it's have been a year since you started love little things
the streets never changed me


domingo, 23 de marzo de 2014

fucked up minds think alike

so she's leaving this party early 
i could hold you, only if i could
familar jokes, not so familiar faces 
i will help you, only if i could
but i feel so small in those empty halls

last night i drank until i forgot your face
fuck it if some boy kiss your heart
and leave it by the stairs


we walked til 6 am
he told me to be afraid to die
such a white nightmare
holding me so tight

everybody cry for somebody, baby
don't be the one who hold his breath.

how to not get sand on your feet

one day
a man in blue
told me
''see that girl,
she used to tell i love you's like drops fall in rain''

listen to me when i'm not talking to you

one night
a man in blue
told me
''see that smile,
it will take you to the deepest hell in your heart''

you're my best friend
i don't know what that means anymore
''see that girl,
she used to leave i love you's under every door''.




sábado, 22 de marzo de 2014

Take me through the pyramid.
Show us life and things that you did.

Each and every thing I see.
Takes me back before I was me.

We have seen what lies beneath the earth.
Everything that has ever been and will become.

Where are all these singing birds.
We would say but that's not what we heard.

We have seen the world for what it's worth.
Everything that's in between can still be done.

Just one day is all that we needed so we could believe it all.
In some way we already knew it, we just had to prove it all.
what an awful weekend
just like every weekend
just like every breathing
just like your hopeless hair

what an awful bed
just like every bed
just like my bed
just like every dead

i only dream in black and white

please break apart for one more last stand

i used to have the pieces of my brain in my hands
now i live in a fucked up wasted land

have you think about that?
do you really need that in your head?
every day?
every night?
watch them pray
is never enough?

you're dammed
dying for some life we are not affort to cost
you're dammed
run but you'll never escape

my saddest song has just begun
i'm leaving


lunes, 17 de marzo de 2014

i f we sink, we lift our lov e

what a sunny day for such a cloudy city
now my sister is laughing at something that is not funny at all
i hate the tv on
i hate this off

i have all our lines in my head
broken things scared of love
dying alone
never was so easy

what a sunny day for such a cloudy city
now my sister is screaming about something i wish i could see
told the truth
never was that easy

tonight i'm hanging on my phone
what did you expect for them all?
no life
i'm coming home
La gente no cambia 
La gente cambia
los objetivos cambian
 los objetivos no cambian
las maneras cambian
las maneras tampoco
los sentimientos cambian
los sentimientos nunca cambian
las verdades cambian
las verdades siempre son las mismas
pero la gente no.
pero la gente es sí diferente.






''mixed words i can't get out of my head/on sunday nights/when i'm not with you''

miércoles, 12 de marzo de 2014

;¿

i can’t blame you
they make me cry too

hate, happens all the time
you look pretty fond 
but never found
never is sure
not 
never found

don't be sorry
guitars will fill our fury
well, i'm on my way back home

domingo, 9 de marzo de 2014

blanket

but this old white shirt, do you still want it?


someone like me
always in grey

oh, i know you want to feel his skin

my head on your shoulder
it feels like a hundred of miles ago

get it right
in the end, i'm only getting older
sirens on my side at night
scares me half to death

pricking myself with the same old needle

oh you're so little
when we're falling so hard

sábado, 8 de marzo de 2014

(t/r)e(e/s/)

the trees are afraid
they saw to much
in such a beautiful city
where i'm not sleeping in

the trees are afraid
they are all burning

this fire of yours
split my head
my madness is enough
the sun is so shinning 
i don't wanna get burn
it's alright
my head is in the clouds 

i should shut up
in my head made it so much sense
but in my mouth
words fall
just like leaves left on autumn
and the trees become afraid
again

martes, 4 de marzo de 2014

i finish kissing my death

I’m sorry, I haven’t learnt how to be brave yet. I know I promised that I would, I know we talked about it over the phone at 2AM. I clutched the receiver until my knuckles were white and tried to feel my way through the wires to you. It didn’t work and I cried for a week after because your voice was at my ear but not touching my ear and I wondered how I could feel you and not feel you. It made me wobbly inside, fuck, I couldn’t look at the phone for hours after. I couldn’t even say my name. And I know I said I would teach myself, but there’s a battle inside of my head and I’m just tough enough to survive waking up in the morning but not after that, not anything after that. Please don’t ask me what I’m going to have for dinner. Last night I drank two bottles of red wine and passed out on the couch wearing a sock and the sweater you sent over the mail. It doesn’t smell like you any more, it smells of me, I wish the both of us together were in it. I wish I could sit on your lap. I want to kiss your neck. I’m sorry that I text you at night when you’re sleeping, it’s just that I miss you and my entire body looks like the underside of a war and you disengage all the loud inside of my head. I imagine you soft and warm in bed and I don’t believe in wishes much, but any eyelashes lying on my cheeks go straight to the others. You make me feel all kinds of beautiful, it’s crazy that I can’t make myself feel like that. I promise I’ll learn. Not today, maybe not even tomorrow, but soon. I’m trying, I’m trying to exist with you so far away from me. Just yesterday I changed out of my pyjamas, I bought some bread, I talked to a friend about the way the sun looks on the ocean. I miss you always, but I’m going to learn how to miss you without losing myself too.

not in my head tonight

i know how you feel
when you hear nothing but the television on
memories seem so unreal

all the beds taste the same 
dry lips
not a single call by the door frame
how does it feel when you're burning your own house down? 


maybe they'll never wear the same dresses
that tired sinking stone
and i want to come undone



lunes, 3 de marzo de 2014

*

eran las 4 de la tarde, invierno.
miró hacia el fuego como si estuviera a punto de contarle el secreto más grande.
le tomó solo un momento;

se dio cuenta que todo estaba bien
que los fantasmas de su pasado no existían
que los demonios se habían ido
corrió hacía la salida, no tenía aire;

abrió la puerta, vio la verdad
y se dio cuenta
que era feliz;

el mundo estaba vacío
ni una señal de vida
vida humana o animal
un simple respiro desolado;

estaba solo.