Close to the end

Llevaba rumiando desde hace bastante una última entrada para finalizar este ciclo bloggero de mi vida como se merece, pero por diversos motivos no estoy ni con ganas ni con suficiente inspiración en este momento para rematarlo, así que dejaré que esto agonice con una canción del jamón de Yorke.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P7nz6-UVrmU

A tear in my brain
Allows the voices in
They wanna push you off the path
With their frequency wires

And you can do no wrong
In my eyes
In my eyes
You can do no wrong
In my eyes
In my eyes

A drunken salesman
Your hearing damage
Your mind is restless
They say you're getting better
But you don't feel any better

Your speakers are blowing
Your ears are wrecking
Your hearing damage
You wish you felt better
You wish you felt better

You can do no wrong
In my eyes
In my eyes
You can do no wrong
In my eyes
In my eyes
In my

In my eyes
In my eyes
In my eyes

The Fall

No había escuchado una cosa así desde Mars Volta. Qué locura de canción.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2iijmj5nB6I

Let's go, I just wanna let you know,
This situation leaves me outta breath
We'll drive till the love that's in your eyes,
Drops to the ground,unravels like a thread
I know that you really wanna go,
I only think about her, must get to her, cannot lose her.
You know that I will not reconcile,
Life support systems and my mind on
Rewind and rewind and rewind

I don't wanna see the day, my words cannot make it safe.
(Come running home! Come running home!)
Her heart in my hands, it's too bad, no regrets
I don't wanna see the day, her tears are falling on my grave.
(Come running home! Come running home!)
This is my one chance, to take back, no regrets

...Y después

Un triunfazo. Me voy a poner hasta arriba de oporto. Que os den.

http://open.spotify.com/track/2wwawmt8WDEOx1ZCxw9rLD

Metric - Gimme sympathy

Get hot, get too close to the flame
Wild, open space
Talk like an open book
Sign me up
Got no time to take a picture
I'll remember someday all the chances we took
We're so close to something better left unknown
We're so close to something better left unknown

I can feel it in my bones
Gimme sympathy
After all of this is gone
Who'd you rather be?
The Beatles or the Rolling Stones?
Oh, seriously
You're gonna make mistakes, you're young
Come on, baby, play me a song
Like, "Here Comes the Sun"
Come on, baby, play me a song
Like, "Here Comes the Sun"

Don't go, stay with the all-unknown
Stay away from the hoax
All the chances we took
We're so close to something better left unknown
We're so close to something better left unknown

I can feel it in my bones
Gimme sympathy
After all of this is gone
Who'd you rather be?
The Beatles or the Rolling Stones?
Oh, seriously
You're gonna make mistakes, you're young
Come on, baby, play me a song
Like, "Here Comes the Sun"

Gimme sympathy
After all of this is gone
Who'd you rather be?
The Beatles or the Rolling Stones?
Oh, seriously
You're gonna make mistakes, you're young
Come on, baby, play me a song
Like, "Here Comes the Sun"
Come on, baby, play me a song
Like, "Here Comes the Sun"
Come on, baby, play me a song
Like, "Here Comes the Sun"

5 H.

Dentro de poco me enfrascaré en mi segundo examen.

http://open.spotify.com/track/714hCtOiQPPUCjNGV8kz7J

Metric - Help me I'm alive

I tremble
They're going to eat me alive
If I stumble
They're going to eat me alive

Can you hear my heart beating like a hammer?
Beating like a hammer?
Help, I'm alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer
Hard to be soft
Tough to be tender

Come take my pulse, the pace is on a runaway train
Help, I'm alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer

If you're still alive
My regrets are few
If my life is mine
What shouldn't I do?
I get wherever I'm going
I get whatever I need
While my blood's still flowing
And my heart still beats . . .
Beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer

Help, I'm alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer
Hard to be soft
Tough to be tender

Come take my pulse, the pace is on a runaway train
Help, I'm alive, my heart keeps
Beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer

If you're still alive
My regrets are few
If my life is mine
What shouldn't I do?
I get wherever I'm going
I get whatever I need
While my blood's still flowing
And my heart still beats . . .
Beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer

Twan hours

Después de unos días vegetando en mi habitación, en un microcosmos sorprendentemente ordenado hasta el mínimo detalle, que es sin duda más sorprendente que a veces me dé tal arrebato para limpiar, en ese habitáculo se fué creando un ambiente como muy austero; apuntes en mesa, ordenador a 2 metros, guitarra a mano, tabaco y cama. Fuera de Facebook y redes sociales (exceptuando last que al menos le veo algo de sentido seguir grupos cotilleando desvergonzadamente cualquier tipo de perfil con grupos chulos) iba de apuntes a guitarra, apuntes y cancer de pulmón, algo de spotify y más apuntes. Después de unas semanas hueveando en la más absoluta ruina decidí como siempre ponerme "a hierro" una semana antes y tomando un par de horillas para vegetar en el cuarto del Guille con Mido, Paulo y Ken, y de pedirle a John, nuestro dios de ébano con capucha, algo de inspiración (reconozco que ese Sábado se nos fué un poco de las manos xD), la semana entera y ese día siguiente conseguí ponerme a estudiar a lo "old sk00l", llenando hojas y hojas de declinaciones, parrafadas de tipos de lexemas con letras viejunas-aunque-de-pronunciación-épico-medievales) y frases de puro power metal escandinavo, llegó el día antes. La verdad es que son pocas las ocasiones que estudiaba bien un día entero. Me acordaba de las cosas, de cada una de ellas. Dialectos. Sintaxis. Gramática. Teorías lingüísticas. Frases de ejemplos. Lo había preparado bien.
Lo que no tuve en cuenta es que nuestro profesor ha sido un hijo de puta y me ha hecho la pirula. Pero el examen? Cómo me ha ido? La verdad es que ahora estoy tan hecho mierda con esta inspiración de nuestro Dios de Ébano que me importa una mierda el examen. Ahora quiero descansar un poco en mi habitación zen con olor raro.

24h

The final countdown. Que Odin me guíe y que Tyr me permita una gloriosa batalla. No hay tiempo para hablar de experiencias psicodélicas con conejos, ya lo explicaré algún dia. En vez de eso, doy a mis lectores un gatito y una canción:

Deftones - Cherry Waves

In a sea of waves
We hug the same plank
Just as I had rehearsed it over in my brain
(I saw your end)

If the waves suck you in, and you drown

If like you should sink down beneath
I'll swim down. Would you? Would You?

You hang anchors over my neck
I liked it at first
But the more you you laughed, the crazier I came

And the waves suck you in, and you drown

If like you should sink down beneath
I'll swim way swim down. Would you?

Is that what you want?
You...
Well that's what you've got

Wave...after...wave...

If like you should sink down beneath, I'll swim down,
Would you?

Is that what you want?
With you
Is this what you want?
With you, you

Escape...below...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lXVT8Akv7BM

Stereophonics

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMDSPmdNiiU

"Step On My Old Size Nines"

I'd like to know what it's all about?
What's out there?
Am I gonna get old and laugh?
About something
Will I get me a boy or a girl?
Or not either?
Will I get what I want from this world?
I'm a day dreamer

Then I watch the old couple dance
Step on my old size nines and I'll take you 'round

I'd like to know what you're all about?
What's up there?
Are you gonna get old and laugh?
Without a care
Will you get you a boy or a girl
Or not either?
Will you get what you want from this world?
A day dreamer?

Then I watch the old couple dance
Step on my old size nines and I'll take you 'round

I'd love to know what we're all about
We all have done
Am I gonna get old and laugh?
With someone?
Think I'll get me a boy and a girl
Or not either?
Will I get what I want from this world?
I'm a daydreamer

Then I watch the old couple dance
Step on my old size nines and I'll take you 'round