1. Steady, as she goes (The Raconteurs)

  2. Album Art

    #NowListening

    Title
    Paranoia Shields
    Artist
    The Dillinger Escape Plan
    Album
    One of Us Is the Killer

  3. alchemistdreamer:

    SAUROM - LA BATALLA CON LOS CUEROS DE VINO

    ¡Tente, gigante ladrón! 
    ¡Sancho, no tengas temor! 
    ¡Cientos, de ataques haré! 
    ¡Ogro, sucumbe a mis pies! 

    Princesa micomicona 
    este caballero te vela 
    mi espada es tu aliada 
    la batalla esta ganada. 

    ¡El bravo Quijote! 
    se puso a lanzar 
    inmensas cuchilladas 
    para matar 
    aquel monstruo cruel 
    que era un ideal 

    DEJA ENTRAR 
    SOLO UNA VEZ MÁS 
    EN TU MENTE UNA ILUSIÓN 
    QUIERO SER 
    AUNQUE SEA ESTA VEZ 
    EL QUIJOTE QUE 
    YO SIEMPRE SOÑÉ. 

    ¡Loco, hidalgo burlón! 
    ¡Para, gandul soñador! 
    ¡Basta, deja de horadar! 
    ¡Calma, tu espada boraz! 

    Rajas mis cueros de vino 
    crees que son el enemigo 
    ahora el cura es tu doncella 
    todo juicio has perdido 

    El vino esparcido, por todo el lugar 
    toma la mano al cura 
    se postra ante el 
    alteza vencí, fermosa mujer 

    DEJA ENTRAR 
    SOLO UNA VEZ MÁS 
    EN TU MENTE UNA ILUSIÓN 
    QUIERO SER 
    AUNQUE SEA ESTA VEZ 
    EL QUIJOTE QUE 
    YO SIEMPRE SOÑÉ 

    Llevo 400 años deambulando 
    con mi fiel escudero DON SANCHO 
    combatiendo molinos gigantes por ti 
    aun hoy, creen que soy un loco vagabundo 
    abro un libro y me asomo a tu mundo 
    dejame con mi extraña locura aqui. 

    Estudiar patología cardiovascular mientras escuchas esto es genial, aunque te distraigas cantando xD

  4. Album Art

    No one loves me and neither do I 

    (…Yeah….uh…ahhhahhhha…) 

    I think I saw her for the first time maybe in a news stand…
    She was nickin’ a mag and dressed oblique 
    She called me baby, and it wasn’t even maybe 
    With a song on the radio
    So I told her I was rich,
    Then she asked could I use a dirty bitch?
    Of course…

    Then she said,
    No one loves me and neither do I
    You get what you give
    I give goodbye and if I should vanish
    Don’t get caught off guard 
    Don’t hold it against me
    Unless it gets hard

    (oh…oi…oop…hoop!………….aaawhhha…..yea. …aaawhhha..that’s right…) 

    Well if sex is a weapon, then Smash! Boom! Pow!
    How you like me now? 
    You can’t always do it right
    But you can always do whats left 
    So I told her I was trash
    She winked and laughed and said I already know
    I got a beautiful place to put you face
    And she was right

    Then I said, No one loves me and neither do I
    It makes perfect sense, so I never ask why
    All gone tomorrow because life doesn’t wait
    You can keep your soul 
    I don’t want a cell mate 

    Call me, I’m loose and ready to go 
    People in a world about to lose control 
    Call me, I’m loose and ready to go 
    People in a world about to lose control 
    Call me, I’m loose and ready to go 
    People in a world about to lose control 
    Call me, I’m loose and ready to go 
    People in a world about to lose control 
    …. 

    (Huh)

    I know how to burn with passion 
    Hold nothing back for future ration
    Give all you are, do not make haste 
    Savor every single taste you get… got

    I know how to be controlled 
    Do opposite of what you’re told
    Be quick, react, to break the box
    And turn on cue as your cell door locks behind you

    I know how to be lost in lust
    Not because you should, but because you must 
    It burns white hot, and so clouds the mind 
    It’s lightening strike isn’t always kind 

    So use me up 
    Use me up

    Title
    No One Loves Me & Neither Do I
    Artist
    Them Crooked Vultures
    Album
    Them Crooked Vultures

  5. elguindilla:

    Esa cosa con páginas que había en la estantería
    no hacía juego con nada… ¿qué coño sería?
    Demasiado pequeño pa’ envolver el bocata hasta que ataque el hambre.
    Demasiado duro pa’ limpiarte el culo sin hacerte sangre.
    Demasiado regusto a papel con tinta por mucha sal que le eches.
    No es que rechaces leerlo, es que no se te ha ocurrido.
    Estamos perdidos, estamos perdidos.

    Lee burro, lee burro, aunque no tenga dibujos
    ni resultados del fúrgol y no sirva para hacerse pajas.
    Lee burro, lee burro, lee burro lee…

    Has pasado la vida entera engullendo cosas.
    Has soltado el timón y la tele te las endosa
    proponiéndote una empanada mental de lo más patosa.
    Tu criterio aparcado hasta el día en que te toque rellenar la fosa.
    Boñiga que te ofrecen, boñiga que deglutes.
    Siempre pudiste escoger pero no se te ha ocurrido.
    Estamos perdidos, estamos perdidos.

    Lee burro, lee burro, aunque no tenga dibujos
    ni resultados del fúrgol y no sirva para hacerse pajas.
    Lee burro, lee burro, lee burro lee…

    Mamá Ladilla: Lee burro

    Vía

    Esta es una de las mejores letras del señor Abarca.
    De las más educativas al menos ^^

  6. Witchcraft (Wolfmother)

    Wrote a letter to you and threw it away
    Spirit tried to call me I had no words to say
    Oh,Sister can you tell me if it’s gonna be ok

    The chains and bangles were ringing aloud
    Calling out without a sound

    And she had witchcraft
    And she drank from the craft

    Her eyes are the opening to her soul
    Where spirits lie and secrets can be told
    Make her an offer your fortune can be sold

    The chains and bangles were ringing aloud
    Calling out without a sound

    She had witchcraft
    She drank from the craft

  7. Round here

    Round here

  8. The will to death

    The will to death

  9. I’m Shipping Up To Boston - Dropkick Murphys

    Feliz San Patricio.

  10. Album Art

    ‘Cause I know that time has numbered my days
    And I’ll go along with everything you say
    But I’ll ride home laughing, look at me now
    The walls of my town, they come crumbling down

    And my ears hear the call of my unborn sons
    And I know their choices color all I’ve done
    But I’ll explain it all to the watchman’s son,
    I ain’t ever lived a year better spent in love

    ‘Cause I’ll know my weakness, know my voice
    And I believe in grace and choice
    And I know perhaps my heart is fast,
    But I’ll be born without a mask

    Like the city that nurtured my greed and my pride,
    I stretch my arms into the sky
    I cry Babel! Babel! Look at me now
    Then the walls of my town, they come crumbling down

    You ask where will we stand in the winds that will howl,
    As all we see will slip into the cloud
    So come down from your mountain and stand where we’ve been,
    You know our breath is weak and our body thin

    Press my nose up to the glass around your heart
    I should’ve known I was weaker from the start
    You’ll build your walls and I will play my bloody part
    To tear, tear them down,
    Well I’m gonna tear, tear them down

    ‘Cause I know my weakness, know my voice,
    And I believe in grace and choice
    And I know perhaps my heart is fast,
    But I’ll be born without a mask

    Title
    Babel
    Artist
    Mumford & Sons
    Album
    Babel

Sobre mí

Male. 25. Spain (Extremadura)
Veterinary student.

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