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I wake up every evening With a big smile on my face And it never feels out of place. And you're still probably working At a 9 to 5 pace I wonder how bad that tastes
When you see my face I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell When you walk my way I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
Now where's your picket fence love And where's that shiny car Did it ever get you far? You never seemed so tense, love Never seen you fall so hard Do you know where you are?
Truth be told I miss you Truth be told I'm lying
When you see my face I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell When you walk my way I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell If you find a man that's worth the damn and treats you well Then he's a fool you're just as well hope it gives you hell Hope it gives you hell
Tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself Where did it all go wrong? But the list goes on and on Truth be told I miss you Truth be told I'm lying
When you see my face I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell When you walk my way I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell If you find a man that's worth the damn and treats you well Then he's a fool you're just as well hope it gives you hell
Now you'll never see What you've done to me You can take back your memories They're no good to me And here's all your lies If you look me in the eyes With the sad, sad look That you wear so well
When you see my face I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell When you walk my way I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell If you find a man that's worth the damn and treats you well Then he's a fool you're just as well hope it gives you hell
When you see my face I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell (hope it gives you hell) When you walk my way I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell (hope it gives you hell) When you hear this song and you sing along well you'll never tell And you're the fool I've just as well I hope it gives you hell When you hear this song I hope that it will give you hell You can sing along I hope it puts you through hell
Abrí los ojos ¿Por qué? Mejor dicho ¿Para qué? La misma habitación de paredes verdes, la misma ventana con las persianas bajas, la misma oscuridad, el mismo desastre de los días anteriores. El dolor de cabeza era terrible. Me levanté con un poco de esfuerzo, llevaba la misma ropa sucia, arrugada y con olor a humo de hacía tres días. Me dolía todo el cuerpo, en especial la espalda; Otra vez había dormido en el suelo del living-comedor. Patié de camino al bañño un par de botellas vacías. No tardé mucho en llegar, el departamento era pequeño de ta sólo dos ambientes: La habitación, el living-comedor, la cocina y un baño. Poco espacio pero con un balconcito que daba a la calle. No prendí las luces ya que me habrían encandilado. Vivía en la oscuridad por esos días. El sol se filtraba apenas por la ventana del baño que había tapado con una toalla, eso me permitió verme al espejo: El pelo color chocolate revuelto, el delineador corrido, las ojeras y la cara manchada de uno vaya a saber qué. No quise seguir viendo esa imagen abrí la puerta del botiquín y me tragué, sin necesidad de agua, tres bayaspirinas. Me acomodé languidamente en el balcón de la cocina, veía una calle gris de dos de la tarde de lo que seguramente era un domingo. Encendí un cigarrillo y me crucé de brazos exhalando un halo de humo. Qué vida aburrida. Muy aburrida. Él. Me había obligado a hacerlo, no era mi culpa, nunca lo fue. Yo había sido lo que un hombresiempre quiso y el había sido mi mundo. Pero me prometí no llorar, no, nunca por un hombre. Menos por uno como él. Uno de esos tipos que se creen perfectos, que creen tenerlo todo. Que te sonríen y te llenan de promesas vacías. Que tienen dinero para llevarte de paseo y te rescatan de aquella aburrida rutina que es el día a día. Te regalan flores en el día de tu cumpleaños, una fecha que todos ya habían olvidado. De esos que tocan tu vals preferido en su piano y luego te besan como ningún otro hombre en la tierra. El tipo de hombres que rozan tu piel y te queman, que te hipnotizan con sus ojos claros y sus manos ágiles, que te desnudan y se divierten jugando contigo. Sí, ese tipo de hombres. Que luego te cruzas besanodo el cuello de una rubia bonita y con escote camino hacia el cine. Sí, ese tipo de hombres. Apagué el cigarrillo contra una maseta. El tipo de hombres que se hayan duros y fríos, con sangre seca y un cuchillo clavado en el corazón desde hace cuatro días en el típico cuarto de paredes verdes de un pequeño y simple departamento de dos ambientes, un baño y una cocina.
If I'm a bad person, you don't like me Well I guess I'll make my own way It's a circle A mean cycle I can't excite you anymore Where's your gavel? Your jury? What's my offense this time? You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me Well sentence me to another life
Don't wanna hear your sad songs I don't wanna feel your pain When you swear it's all my fault Cause you know we're not the same(no) We're not the same(no) Oh we're not the same Yeah the friends who stuck together We wrote our names in blood But I guess you can't accept that the change is good(hey) It's good(hey) It's good
Well you treat me just like another stranger Well it's nice to meet you sir I guess I'll go I best be on my way out You treat me just like another stranger Well it's nice to meet you sir I guess I'll go I best be on my way out
Ignorance is your new best friend Ignorance is your new best friend
This is the best thing that could've happened Any longer and I wouldn't have made it It's not a war no, it's not a rapture I'm just a person but you can't take it The same tricks that, that once fooled me They won't get you anywhere I'm not the same kid from your memory Well now I can fend for myself
Don't wanna hear your sad songs I don't wanna feel your pain When you swear it's all my fault Cause you know we're not the same (no) We're not the same (no) Oh we're not the same Yeah we used to stick together We wrote our names in blood But I guess you can't accept that the change is good (hey) It's good (hey) It's good
Well you treat me just like another stranger Well it's nice to meet you sir I guess I'll go I best be on my way out You treat me just like another stranger Well it's nice to meet you sir I guess I'll go I best be on my way out
Ignorance is your new best friend Ignorance is your new best friend Ignorance is your new best friend Ignorance is your new best friend
Well you treat me just like another stranger Well it's nice to meet you sir I guess I'll go I best be on my way out You treat me just like another stranger Well it's nice to meet you sir I guess I'll go I best be on my way out I best be on my way out
By: Paramore
11 de julio de 2010
Un paso adelante requiere inevitablemente de otro paso adelante.
Sharon Marie Tate(24 de enero de 1943 – 9 de agosto de 1969) nació en Dallas, Texas, la primera de tres hijas de la relación entre Paul Tate, un oficial del Ejército de los Estados Unidos, y su esposa, Doris. Fue una actriz y modelo estadounidense. Fue aclamada como una de las promesas de Hollywood y nominada a un Globo de Oro por su actuación en la película de 1967 Valley of the Dolls. En esta misma época aparecía con regularidad en revistas de moda como modelo y chica de portada. Se casó en 1968 con el director de cine Roman Polanski. Estaba embarazada de ocho meses y medio cuando fue asesinada por seguidores de Charles Manson en su casa, junto a cuatro personas más. La madrugada del 9 de agosto de 1969, durante una noche en la que la actriz se encontraba en su mansión de California junto con otros amigos (Polanski estaba en Londres) miembros de la secta de Charles Manson irrumpen en su casa y los asesinaron. Tate con 8 meses de embarazo, fue asesinada por Susan Atkins con 11 puñaladas tras implorar por la vida de su hijo a lo que una fría Atkins respondió "no voy a tener clemencia contigo, zorra". No sólo la acuchilló sino que la arrastró con una cuerda por la estancia y luego cometió varios abusos antes de darle una feroz muerte por desangramiento. Fue la limpiadora la que a la mañana siguiente encontró los cuerpos y llamó a la policía. Polanski quedó devastado y viajó a los EE.UU para dar sepultura a su esposa e hijo no nato. Sharon está enterrada en el Holy Cross Cementery en Culver City, California. Ante la falta de ofertas por la casa donde fue asesinada, ésta fue demolida en 1994, cambiando la dirección 10050 a 10066.
Cultivate your hunger before you idealize motivate your anger, make them all realize climbing the mountain, never coming down break into the contents, never falling down My knee is still shaking, like i was 12 sneaking out the classroom, by the back door a man railed at me twice though but i didn't care waiting is wasting, for people like me Don't try, to live so wise don't cry, 'cause you're so right don't dry, with fakes or fears 'cause you will hate yourself in the end Don't try, to live so wise don't cry, 'cause you're so right don't dry, with fakes or fears 'cause you will hate yourself in the end You say, dreams are dreams i am, not playing the fool anymore you say, 'cause i still got my soul Take your time baby, your blood needs slowing down breach your soul to reach yourself before you gloom reflection of fear makes shadows of nothing, shadows of nothing You still are blind, if you see a winding road 'cause there's always a straight way to the point you see Don't try, to live so wise don't cry, 'cause you're so right don't dry, with fakes or fears 'cause you will hate yourself in the end Don't try, to live so wise don't cry, 'cause you're so right don't dry, with fakes or fears 'cause you will hate yourself in the end Don't try, to live so wise don't cry, 'cause you're so right don't dry, with fakes or fears 'cause you will hate yourself in the end 'cause you will hate yourself in the end 'cause you will hate yourself in the end 'cause you will hate yourself in the end 'cause you will hate yourself in the end...
Tengo que decirte algo, es muy importante. No puedo esperar màs tiempo para que lo sepas, pero tengo miedo. Miedo de que no quieras escucharme, de que lo olvides. Miedo de que lo desprecies. Debo decìrtelo, juntar fuerzas, tienes que saberlo porque yo ya no puedo contenerme pero... Tu no quieres oirme, estás sólo en tu mundo y no quieres dejarme entrar. Voy a tener que guardarme las palabras, los sentimientos, mis sueños hasta que despiertes y me veas. Voy a seguir esperando... Esperándote.
I feel guilty my words are empty no signs to give you i don't have the time for you You say i'm heartless and you say i don't care i used to be there for you and you've said i seem so dead, that i have changed but so have you Guilty, guilty i feel so empty, empty you know how to make me feel I put a shield upon you i didn't mean to hurt you i would have only poisoned your mind never meant to make you cry You've been so thoughtless i can see right through you you used to be there for me so don't you leave say goodbye cause you have changed but so have i I never thought that the time and the distance between us make you so much colder. i'll carry the world on my shoulders.
I don't know where I'm at I'm standing at the back And I'm tired of waiting I'm waiting here in line I'm hoping that I'll find What I've been chasing
I shot for the sky I'm stuck on the ground So why do I try? I know I'm gonna fall down. I thought I could fly So why did I drown? I'll never know why Its coming down, down, down.
I'm not ready to let go Cause then I'd never know What I could be missing. But I'm missing way too much So when do I give up What I've been wishing for?
I shot for the sky I'm stuck on the ground So why do I try? I know I'm gonna fall down I thought I could fly So why did I drown? I'll never know why Its coming down, down, down.
Oh, I am going down, down, down. I can't find another way around. And I don't wanna hear that sound Of losing what I never found.
I shot for the sky. I'm stuck on the ground. So why do I try? I know I'm gonna fall down. I thought I could fly So why did I drown? I'll never know why Its coming down, down, down.
I shot for the sky I'm stuck on the ground So why do I try? I know I'm gonna fall down. I thought I could fly So why did I drown? Oh, its coming down, down, down.
She's locked up with a spinning wheel She can't recall what it was like to feel She says, "This room's gonna be my grave And there's no one who can save me," She sits down to her colored thread She knows lovers waking up in their beds She says, "How long can I live this way Is there someone I can pay to let me go 'Cause I'm half sick of shadows I want to see the sky Everyone else can watch as the sun goes down So why can't I And it's raining And the stars are falling from the sky And the wind And the wind I know it's cold I've been waiting For the day I will surely die And it's here And it's here for I've been told That I'll die before I'm old And the wind I know it's cold..." She looks up to the mirrored glass She sees a horse and rider pass She says, "This man's gonna be my death 'Cause he's all I ever wanted in my life And I know he doesn't know my name And that all the girls are all the same to him But still I've got to get out of this place 'Cause I don't think I can face another night Where I'm half sick of shadows And I can't see the sky Everyone else can watch as the tide comes in So why can't I And it's raining And the stars are falling from the sky And the wind And the wind I know it's cold I've been waiting For the day I will surely die And it's here And it's here for I've been told That I'll die before I'm old And the wind I know it's cold..." But there's willow trees And little breezes, waves, and walls, and flowers And there's moonlight every single night As I'm locked in these towers So I'll meet my death But with my last breath I'll sing to him I love And he'll see my face in another place," And with that the glass above Her cracked into a million bits And she cried out, "So the story fits But then I could have guessed it all along 'Cause now some drama queen is gonna write a song for me," She went down to her little boat And she broke the chains and began to float away And as the blood froze in her veins she said, "Well then that explains a thing or two 'Cause I know I'm the cursed one I know I'm meant to die Everyone else can watch as their dreams untie So why can't I And it's raining And the stars are falling from the sky And the wind And the wind I know it's cold I've been waiting For the day I will surely die And it's here And it's here for I've been told That I'll die before I'm old And the wind I know it's cold... And it's raining And the stars are falling from the sky And the wind And the wind I know it's cold I've been waiting For the day I will surely die And it's here And it's here for I've been told That I'll die before I'm old And the wind I know it's cold...
Se casó en 1968 con el director de cine Roman Polanski. Estaba embarazada de ocho meses y medio cuando fue asesinada por seguidores de Charles Manson en su casa, junto a cuatro personas más.