<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250</id><updated>2011-08-23T10:20:58.311-03:00</updated><category term='Marillion'/><category term='Denali'/><category term='Paul McCartney'/><category term='Sunny Afternoon'/><category term='The Kinks'/><category term='A slow dripping in my brain'/><category term='Pete Yorn'/><category term='Fizz'/><category term='Lazarus'/><category term='Portishead'/><category term='It&apos;s nice to know you work alone'/><category term='In A Glade'/><category term='Gabriela'/><category term='All the times I cried'/><category term='Quizas le dancen los cuervos'/><category term='Eva'/><category 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term='De conde a Principal'/><category term='Lionel Richie'/><title type='text'>ULICES</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-7465686294612779517</id><published>2011-04-19T12:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T13:06:31.929-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharleen Spiteri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All the times I cried'/><title type='text'>Sharleen Spiteri - All The Times I Cried</title><content type='html'>Oficial: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pUtnQTzimMw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pUtnQTzimMw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mDCRL9iadzQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't come around no more like you used to do&lt;br /&gt;Oh god I miss your company&lt;br /&gt;Your innocence you know just like&lt;br /&gt;Yeah like it used to be&lt;br /&gt;And how I need you here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just kept on asking why&lt;br /&gt;Never wanting to really try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause all the times I've cried&lt;br /&gt;All this pain I've tried to hide&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to dream&lt;br /&gt;When nothings ever what it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain it drifts from day to day&lt;br /&gt;And it makes think&lt;br /&gt;That how I wish it would subside&lt;br /&gt;To smile again all the fears be gone&lt;br /&gt;Find my self respect&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing done with that effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just kept on asking why&lt;br /&gt;Never wanting to really try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause all the times I've cried&lt;br /&gt;All this pain I've tried to hide&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to dream&lt;br /&gt;When nothings ever what it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... You never were the one&lt;br /&gt;Oh... You never were the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause all the times I've cried&lt;br /&gt;All this pain I've tried to hide&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to dream&lt;br /&gt;When nothings ever what it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause all the times I've cried&lt;br /&gt;All this pain I've tried to hide&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to dream&lt;br /&gt;When nothings ever what it seems&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-7465686294612779517?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/7465686294612779517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-91307857792443850</id><published>2011-02-19T21:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T21:25:51.124-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Distant Dreamer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duffy'/><title type='text'>Duffy - Distant Dreamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/k3P60W2kpiM" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you think I cope&lt;br /&gt;my head is filled with hope of some place other than here&lt;br /&gt;although you think I smile&lt;br /&gt;inside and all the while I'm wondering about my destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about all the things&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to do in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dreamer, a distant dreamer&lt;br /&gt;dreaming far away from today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when you see me frown my heart won't let me down&lt;br /&gt;because I know there's better things to come, woah yeah&lt;br /&gt;and when life gets tough and I feel I've had enough&lt;br /&gt;I hold on to a distant star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about all the things&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to do in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dreamer, a distant dreamer&lt;br /&gt;dreaming far away from today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dreamer, a distant dreamer&lt;br /&gt;dreaming far away from today&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I'm a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dreamer, a distant dreamer&lt;br /&gt;dreaming far away from today&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I'm a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-91307857792443850?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/91307857792443850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2011/02/duffy-distant-dreamer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/91307857792443850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/91307857792443850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2011/02/duffy-distant-dreamer.html' title='Duffy - Distant Dreamer'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/k3P60W2kpiM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-5216851076680621547</id><published>2010-11-25T10:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T21:16:57.878-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grey Oceans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CocoRosie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lemonade'/><title type='text'>CocoRosie - Lemonade</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tu3EcAHdHlE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tu3EcAHdHlE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was Cinco de Mayo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pillow case on his head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no more breathing time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ambulance sped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sped 'round every corner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;calling out his name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shot a rabbit from the back seat window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sat and watched the summer corn grow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ate ice cream in a dessert dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and got lost in father's singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too hot inside, too hot outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lazy days when I said let's go for a ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we'd sail on Spirit Lake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me my pappy and his lemonade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tim and Tina were my parents names&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they got engaged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they were inflamed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seduced by the luck of butterflies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how they shimmer how they glimmer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those butterflies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We seven kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we almost died&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nearly put to death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by lightening strikes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;instead there was hot pink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flashes in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we climbed the rocks in snow and rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in search of magic powers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to heal our mother's pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shot a rabbit from the back seat window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sat and watched the summer corn grow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ate ice cream in a dessert dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and got lost in father's singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too hot inside, too hot outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lazy days when I said lets go for a ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we'd sail on Spirit Lake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me my pappy and his lemonade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shot a rabbit from the back seat window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sat and watched the summer corn grow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ate ice cream in a dessert dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and got lost in father's singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too hot inside, too hot outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lazy days when I said lets go for a ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we'd sail on Spirit Lake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me my pappy and his lemonade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-5216851076680621547?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/5216851076680621547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2010/11/cocorosie-lemonade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/5216851076680621547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/5216851076680621547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2010/11/cocorosie-lemonade.html' title='CocoRosie - Lemonade'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-657371829357776234</id><published>2010-10-01T10:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T10:23:27.829-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lykke Li'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will you still love me tomorrow?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Shirelles'/><title type='text'>Lykke Li - Will you love me tomorrow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3tR5A0gjT-0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3tR5A0gjT-0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight you're mine completely&lt;br /&gt;you give you love so sweetly&lt;br /&gt;tonight the light of love is in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;but will you love me tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a lasting treasure&lt;br /&gt;or just a moment so pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;can I believe the magic of your sighs?&lt;br /&gt;will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight with words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;you say that I'm the only one&lt;br /&gt;but will my heart be broken&lt;br /&gt;when the night meets the morning sun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to know that your love&lt;br /&gt;is love I can be sure of&lt;br /&gt;so tell me now, and I won't ask again&lt;br /&gt;will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-657371829357776234?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/657371829357776234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2010/10/lykke-li-will-you-love-me-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/657371829357776234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/657371829357776234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2010/10/lykke-li-will-you-love-me-tomorrow.html' title='Lykke Li - Will you love me tomorrow?'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-7885724485292667913</id><published>2010-09-26T10:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T10:28:49.015-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Verve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonnet'/><title type='text'>The Verve - Sonnet</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-XlvDwzGZzo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-XlvDwzGZzo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend and me looking through her red box of memories&lt;br /&gt;faded I'm sure but love seems to stick in her veins you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there's love if you want it, don't sound like no sonnet, my lord&lt;br /&gt;yes, there's love if you want it, don't sound like no sonnet, my lord&lt;br /&gt;my lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you see that nature has its way of warning me&lt;br /&gt;eyes open wide looking at the heavens with a tear in my eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there's love if you want it, don't sound like no sonnet, my lord&lt;br /&gt;yes, there's love if you want it, don't sound like no sonnet, my lord&lt;br /&gt;my lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinking faster than a boat without a hull, my lord&lt;br /&gt;dreaming about the day when I can see you there, my side&lt;br /&gt;by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again and my head is gone, my love&lt;br /&gt;I stopped to say hello 'cause I need you to know, by now&lt;br /&gt;by now&lt;br /&gt;by now&lt;br /&gt;by now&lt;br /&gt;by now&lt;br /&gt;by now&lt;br /&gt;oh, by now&lt;br /&gt;oh, by now&lt;br /&gt;oh, by now&lt;br /&gt;oh, by now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-7885724485292667913?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/7885724485292667913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2010/09/verve-sonnet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/7885724485292667913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/7885724485292667913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2010/09/verve-sonnet.html' title='The Verve - Sonnet'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-1926715825070783040</id><published>2010-09-11T00:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T00:31:25.272-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaime Sin Tierra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lo que va a encandilar es el día'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ruta a 80'/><title type='text'>Jaime Sin Tierra - Ruta a 80</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xTo8372JuVg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xTo8372JuVg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pasan las casas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pasan los puentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pasan las vacas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pasan los carteles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pasan las caras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pasan los pueblos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pasan los colores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pasan los sueños&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenés razón,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Durante los viajes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Late más fuerte el corazón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pasan las nubes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pasan los recuerdos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pasan las montañas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pasan los silencios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenés razón,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Durante los viajes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Late más fuerte el corazón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allá a lo lejos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Veo reflejos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parece que está mojado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allá a lo lejos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aquí está seco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La vista te está engañando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-1926715825070783040?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-544423222676472858</id><published>2010-09-05T15:42:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T15:53:25.979-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In a little while'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All that you can&apos;t leave behind'/><title type='text'>U2 - In a little while</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wtVAJEAWnlU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wtVAJEAWnlU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a little while surely you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;in a little while I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;in a little while this hurt will hurt no more&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home, love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night takes a deep breath&lt;br /&gt;and the daylight has no air&lt;br /&gt;if I crawl, if I come crawling home&lt;br /&gt;will you be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a little while I won't be blown by every breeze&lt;br /&gt;friday night running to Sunday on my knees&lt;br /&gt;that girl, that girl, she's mine&lt;br /&gt;and I've know her since&lt;div&gt;since she was a little girl with Spanish eyes&lt;br /&gt;oh, when I saw her in a pram they pushed her by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, how you've grown, well it's been, yeah&lt;br /&gt;it's been a little while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow down my beating heart&lt;br /&gt;man dreams one day to fly&lt;br /&gt;a man takes a rocketship into the skies&lt;br /&gt;he lives on a star that's dying in the night&lt;br /&gt;and follows in the trail, the scatter of light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn it on&lt;br /&gt;turn it on, yeah&lt;br /&gt;you turn me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow down my beating heart&lt;br /&gt;slowly, slowly love&lt;br /&gt;slow down my beating heart&lt;br /&gt;slowly, slowly love&lt;br /&gt;slow down my beating heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-544423222676472858?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/544423222676472858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2010/09/u2-in-little-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/544423222676472858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/544423222676472858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2010/09/u2-in-little-while.html' title='U2 - In a little while'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-7258769756815463232</id><published>2010-08-28T10:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T15:53:11.729-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Placebo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erika'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pixies'/><title type='text'>Pixies and Placebo In live...Where Is My Mind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bPE2zKbORF0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bPE2zKbORF0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Is My Mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh - stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your feet in the air and your head on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Try this trick and spin it, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Your head will collapse&lt;br /&gt;But there's nothing in it&lt;br /&gt;And you'll ask yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my mind [3x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way out in the water&lt;br /&gt;See it swimmin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was swimmin' in the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;Animals were hiding behind the rocks&lt;br /&gt;Except the little fish&lt;br /&gt;But they told me, he swears&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to talk to me, coy koi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my mind [3x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way out in the water&lt;br /&gt;See it swimmin' ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your feet in the air and your head on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Try this trick and spin it, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Your head will collapse&lt;br /&gt;If there's nothing in it&lt;br /&gt;And you'll ask yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my mind [3x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;With your feet in the air and your head on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Try this trick and spin it, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Erika&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-7258769756815463232?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLb6OumEHd8/TB5bnxzFcAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/f4VPRMnydDs/S220/102_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-3772728359544994122</id><published>2010-07-05T13:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T14:19:29.266-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babasónicos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fizz'/><title type='text'>Babasónicos - Fizz</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NDi4eq7IzG4&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NDi4eq7IzG4&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duelo de vedettes, pluma por doquier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ira a flor de piel, le clavó su taco aguja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y ahora esta del otro lado, no conecta el pasado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;su conciencia, la atormenta y huye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiesta de farsantes en la espuma social&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;invitame a pasar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fiesta de farsantes en la espuma social&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;invitame a pasar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chico dandy, rey farsante, diferente igual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;del suburbio que se escapa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deja atrás el gris cemento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flash neón luces del centro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seducido, cae en la trampa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiesta de farsantes en la espuma social&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;invitame a pasar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fiesta de farsantes en la espuma social&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;invitame a pasar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;galoperos, por dinero, sacan un puñal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sangre tibia en el paisaje&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cruza a vuelo sobre el puente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lo distrae la corriente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;piensa en ello, y no hay marcha atrás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiesta de farsantes en la espuma social&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;invitame a pasar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fiesta de farsantes en la espuma social&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;invitame a pasar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fiesta de farsantes en la espuma social&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;invitame a pasar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;déjame entrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fiesta de farsantes en la espuma social&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;invitame a pasar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;déjame entrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-3772728359544994122?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/3772728359544994122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2010/07/babasonicos-fizz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/3772728359544994122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Distant'/><title type='text'>Milla and Mario - Distant</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/phL_g6vPLC8&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/phL_g6vPLC8&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Down slips the morning and soaks the trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faces come wandering out of their homes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the middle of the street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(leave it all) colors sharp as razor blades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I leave it all) and just as deadly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cut my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I take off)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bird calls twice before it circles away (I take off)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew I'd be standing here again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back upon this long unwanted road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Down slips the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds spreads out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thins the fog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colors sharp as razor blades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just as deadly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cut my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the reflections&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The water runs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bird calls twice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And circles away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a third circle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew I'd be standing here again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back upon this long unwanted road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ring the bell awakening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sound spreads out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thins the fog on the hillside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While that distant sun still shines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-3100057982164162105?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/3100057982164162105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2010/04/milla-and-mario-distant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/3100057982164162105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/3100057982164162105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2010/04/milla-and-mario-distant.html' title='Milla and Mario - Distant'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-6506338671123434335</id><published>2009-11-17T11:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T11:24:38.457-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Come what may'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicole Kidman and Ewan McGregor'/><title type='text'>Nicole Kidman and Ewan McGregor - Come what may</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JWMs0i81BpY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JWMs0i81BpY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never knew I could feel like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I've never seen the sky before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want to vanish inside your kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday I love you more and more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen to my heart, can you hear it sings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Telling me to give you everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seasons may change winter to spring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I love you until the end of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come what may, come what may&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will love you until my dying day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all revolves around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there's no mountain too high no river too wide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I love you until the end of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come what may, come what may &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will love you until my dying day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh come what may, come what may &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will love you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come what may, come what may &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will love you until my dying day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-6506338671123434335?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/6506338671123434335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/11/nicole-kidman-and-ewan-mcgregor-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/6506338671123434335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/6506338671123434335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/11/nicole-kidman-and-ewan-mcgregor-come.html' title='Nicole Kidman and Ewan McGregor - Come what may'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-5545749656084023419</id><published>2009-11-12T15:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T11:26:12.480-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Redondos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masacre en el Puticlub'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erika'/><title type='text'>Masacre en el Puticlub - Los Redondos</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7Wrz816DGw&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7Wrz816DGw&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por una pipa del 9 arrancó&lt;br /&gt;la gran masacre del puticlub&lt;br /&gt;con "pastilla" en tren gladiador&lt;br /&gt;(puso un huevo y la cosa expolotó)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock fuerte en el Puticlub&lt;br /&gt;cambió la suerte del Puticlub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buena faena de tajo y talón&lt;br /&gt;ruedan los dientes del negro Cañón.&lt;br /&gt;Su mala leche no siente dolor&lt;br /&gt;y arroja entrañas por todo el salón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los impacientes del Puticlub&lt;br /&gt;perdian el tiempo y la salud&lt;br /&gt;el Gas Coreano de pronto arribó&lt;br /&gt;llegó del norte y todo acabó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock fuerte en el Puticlub&lt;br /&gt;je je, que fuerte lo del Puticlub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Erika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-5545749656084023419?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/5545749656084023419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/11/masacre-en-el-puticlub-los-redondos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/5545749656084023419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/5545749656084023419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/11/masacre-en-el-puticlub-los-redondos.html' title='Masacre en el Puticlub - Los Redondos'/><author><name>Cheratoons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02928049438552685992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLb6OumEHd8/TB5bnxzFcAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/f4VPRMnydDs/S220/102_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-7845685775236342820</id><published>2009-11-11T17:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T15:42:39.773-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lêndi Vexer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A slow dripping in my brain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><title type='text'>Lêndi Vexer - A slow dripping in my brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tOY88oCpJ2Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tOY88oCpJ2Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to fear&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to play&lt;br /&gt;You know&lt;br /&gt;I never feel&lt;br /&gt;games...&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to fear&lt;br /&gt;You know&lt;br /&gt;You know I never feel&lt;br /&gt;games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all comes to you&lt;br /&gt;my life turns off&lt;br /&gt;and you over there&lt;br /&gt;to stay on the floor&lt;br /&gt;follen and sick&lt;br /&gt;still over there...&lt;br /&gt;my life turns off&lt;br /&gt;and you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thought for you&lt;br /&gt;my life turns off&lt;br /&gt;and you over there&lt;br /&gt;waiting to be...&lt;br /&gt;Like a slow drip...&lt;br /&gt;dripping in my brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-7845685775236342820?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/7845685775236342820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/11/lendi-vexer-slow-dripping-in-my-brain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/7845685775236342820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/7845685775236342820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/11/lendi-vexer-slow-dripping-in-my-brain.html' title='Lêndi Vexer - A slow dripping in my brain'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-5463823997191173358</id><published>2009-11-07T16:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T11:25:57.145-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portishead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erika'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glory Box'/><title type='text'>Glory Box - Portishead</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GxsopQLZpCI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GxsopQLZpCI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired, of playing&lt;br /&gt;Playing with this bow and arrow&lt;br /&gt;Gonna give my heart away&lt;br /&gt;Leave it to the other girls to play&lt;br /&gt;For I've been a temptress too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason to love you&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason to be ee, a woman&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this time, unchained&lt;br /&gt;We're all looking at a different picture&lt;br /&gt;Thru this new frame of mind&lt;br /&gt;A thousand flowers could bloom&lt;br /&gt;Move over, and give us some room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason to love you&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason to be ee, a woman&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[INSTRUMENTAL]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't you stop, being a man&lt;br /&gt;Just take a little look from our side when you can&lt;br /&gt;Sow a little tenderness&lt;br /&gt;No matter if you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason to love you&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason to be ee, a woman&lt;br /&gt;Its all I wanna be is all woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this is the beginning of forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to move over... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Erika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Portishead'/><author><name>Cheratoons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02928049438552685992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLb6OumEHd8/TB5bnxzFcAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/f4VPRMnydDs/S220/102_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-7697320053778482029</id><published>2009-10-02T10:11:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T10:17:58.703-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Doors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erika'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People are strange'/><title type='text'>People are strange - The Doors</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K3CHi_9sxj0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K3CHi_9sxj0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are strange when you're a stranger&lt;br /&gt;Faces look ugly when you're alone&lt;br /&gt;Women seem wicked when you're unwanted&lt;br /&gt;Street are uneven when you're down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're strange&lt;br /&gt;Faces come out of the rain&lt;br /&gt;When you're strange&lt;br /&gt;No one remembers your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're strange&lt;br /&gt;When you're strange&lt;br /&gt;When you're strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are strange when you're a stranger&lt;br /&gt;Faces look ugly when you're alone&lt;br /&gt;Women seem wicked when you're unwanted&lt;br /&gt;Street are uneven when you're down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're strange&lt;br /&gt;Faces come out of the rain&lt;br /&gt;When you're strange&lt;br /&gt;No one remembers your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're strange&lt;br /&gt;When you're strange&lt;br /&gt;When you're strange &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erika&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-7697320053778482029?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/7697320053778482029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/10/people-are-strange-doors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/7697320053778482029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/7697320053778482029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/10/people-are-strange-doors.html' title='People are strange - The Doors'/><author><name>Cheratoons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02928049438552685992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLb6OumEHd8/TB5bnxzFcAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/f4VPRMnydDs/S220/102_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-6506449483494645640</id><published>2009-09-30T12:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T12:07:16.007-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysteries of love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antony and the Johnsons'/><title type='text'>Antony and the Johnsons - Mysteries of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qO587Gs_qJI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qO587Gs_qJI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a wind blows&lt;br /&gt;and you and I&lt;br /&gt;float in love&lt;br /&gt;and kiss forever in a darkness&lt;br /&gt;and the mysteries of love come clear&lt;br /&gt;and dance in light&lt;br /&gt;in you, in me&lt;br /&gt;and show that we are love&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-6506449483494645640?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/6506449483494645640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/09/antony-and-johnsons-mysteries-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/6506449483494645640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/6506449483494645640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/09/antony-and-johnsons-mysteries-of-love.html' title='Antony and the Johnsons - Mysteries of love'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-8417095825846310558</id><published>2009-09-21T09:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:33:20.046-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Airlock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slipinside'/><title type='text'>Airlock - Slipinside</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNMEvKq_hRM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNMEvKq_hRM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't have to be this complicated or is it just me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cherish you it's true, and this love I value&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if it's not meant to be, I'll blow to destiny and settle for friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking to the left, turning to the right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my life is full of no regrets, I'll settle, I'll settle for friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends, I'll settle for friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all I want is to be your friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friends, we can be friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all I want is to be your friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You tell me you're not ready but I'm precious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you don't want to start something you can't finish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes we're blinded by desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what you want, not what you need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then it's too late to make ends meet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends, we can be friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all I want is to be your friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friends, I'll settle for friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all I want is to be your friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends, I'll settle for friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all I want is to be your friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friends, we can be friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all I want is to be your friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your friend, your friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your friend, your friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-8417095825846310558?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/8417095825846310558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/09/airlock-slip-inside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/8417095825846310558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/8417095825846310558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/09/airlock-slip-inside.html' title='Airlock - Slipinside'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-3211194851547832603</id><published>2009-09-20T18:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T10:18:19.696-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Kinks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jorjethe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny Afternoon'/><title type='text'>The Kinks - Sunny Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1h1oRP7FfBw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1h1oRP7FfBw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tax mans taken all my dough,&lt;br /&gt;And left me in my stately home,&lt;br /&gt;Lazing on a sunny afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;And I cant sail my yacht,&lt;br /&gt;Hes taken everything Ive got,&lt;br /&gt;All Ive gots this sunny afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;I got a big fat mama trying to break me.&lt;br /&gt;And I love to live so pleasantly,&lt;br /&gt;Live this life of luxury,&lt;br /&gt;Lazing on a sunny afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;In the summertime&lt;br /&gt;In the summertime&lt;br /&gt;In the summertime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriends run off with my car,&lt;br /&gt;And gone back to her ma and pa,&lt;br /&gt;Telling tales of drunkenness and cruelty.&lt;br /&gt;Now Im sitting here,&lt;br /&gt;Sipping at my ice cold beer,&lt;br /&gt;Lazing on a sunny afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me, help me, help me sail away,&lt;br /&gt;Well give me two good reasons why I oughta stay.&lt;br /&gt;cause I love to live so pleasantly,&lt;br /&gt;Live this life of luxury,&lt;br /&gt;Lazing on a sunny afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;In the summertime&lt;br /&gt;In the summertime&lt;br /&gt;In the summertime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, save me, save me, save me from this squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;I got a big fat mama trying to break me.&lt;br /&gt;And I love to live so pleasantly,&lt;br /&gt;Live this life of luxury,&lt;br /&gt;Lazing on a sunny afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;In the summertime&lt;br /&gt;In the summertime&lt;br /&gt;In the summertime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Jorjethe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-3211194851547832603?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/3211194851547832603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/09/kinks-sunny-afternoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/3211194851547832603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/3211194851547832603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/09/kinks-sunny-afternoon.html' title='The Kinks - Sunny Afternoon'/><author><name>Cheratoons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02928049438552685992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLb6OumEHd8/TB5bnxzFcAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/f4VPRMnydDs/S220/102_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-4939772255498846669</id><published>2009-09-18T00:40:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:46:00.247-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheryl Crow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erika'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All I Wanna Do'/><title type='text'>All I wanna do -  Sheryl Crow</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X5ouOa9k0gE&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X5ouOa9k0gE&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit it!&lt;br /&gt;This ain't no disco&lt;br /&gt;It ain't no country club either&lt;br /&gt;This is LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die,"&lt;br /&gt;Says the man next to me out of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;It's apropos&lt;br /&gt;Of nothing&lt;br /&gt;He says his name's William but I'm sure,&lt;br /&gt;He's Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy&lt;br /&gt;And he's plain ugly to me&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if he's ever had a day of fun in his whole&lt;br /&gt;life&lt;br /&gt;We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;In a bar that faces a giant car wash&lt;br /&gt;The good people of the world are washing their cars&lt;br /&gt;On their lunch break, hosing and scrubbing&lt;br /&gt;As best they can in skirts in suits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks&lt;br /&gt;Back to the phone company, the record store too&lt;br /&gt;Well, they're nothing like Billy and me, cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is have some fun&lt;br /&gt;I got a feeling I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is have some fun&lt;br /&gt;I got a feeling I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is have some fun&lt;br /&gt;Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a good beer buzz early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And Billy likes to peel the labels&lt;br /&gt;From his bottles of Bud&lt;br /&gt;He shreds them on the bar&lt;br /&gt;Then he lights every match in an oversized pack&lt;br /&gt;Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers&lt;br /&gt;before blowing and cursing them out&lt;br /&gt;And he's watching the bottles of Bud as they spin on&lt;br /&gt;the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a happy couple enters the bar&lt;br /&gt;Dangerously close to one another&lt;br /&gt;The bartender looks up from his want ads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise the bar is ours,&lt;br /&gt;The day and the night and the car wash too&lt;br /&gt;The matches and the Buds and the clean and dirty&lt;br /&gt;cars&lt;br /&gt;The sun and the moon but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Erika&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-4939772255498846669?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/4939772255498846669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-i-wanna-do-sheryl-crow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/4939772255498846669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/4939772255498846669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-i-wanna-do-sheryl-crow.html' title='All I wanna do -  Sheryl Crow'/><author><name>Cheratoons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02928049438552685992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLb6OumEHd8/TB5bnxzFcAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/f4VPRMnydDs/S220/102_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-8912822217671790911</id><published>2009-09-18T00:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:46:21.368-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lionel Richie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erika'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All Night Long'/><title type='text'>Lionel Richie - All night long</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vXRXUkww3hA&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vXRXUkww3hA&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my friends the time has come&lt;br /&gt;To raise the roof and have some fun&lt;br /&gt;Throw away the work to be done&lt;br /&gt;Let the music play on (play on, play on)&lt;br /&gt;Everybody sing, everybody dance&lt;br /&gt;Lose yourself in wild romance&lt;br /&gt;We're going to party&lt;br /&gt;Karamu, fiesta, forever&lt;br /&gt;Come on and sing along&lt;br /&gt;We're going to party&lt;br /&gt;Karamu, fiesta, forever&lt;br /&gt;Come on and sing along&lt;br /&gt;We're going to party&lt;br /&gt;Karamu, fiesta, forever&lt;br /&gt;Come on and sing along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All night long! (All night)&lt;br /&gt;All night long! (All night)&lt;br /&gt;All night long! (All night)&lt;br /&gt;All night long! (All night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People dancing all in the street&lt;br /&gt;See the rhythm all in their feet&lt;br /&gt;Life is good, wild and sweet&lt;br /&gt;Let the music play on (play on, play on)&lt;br /&gt;Feel it in your heart&lt;br /&gt;And feel it in your soul&lt;br /&gt;Let the music take control&lt;br /&gt;We're going to party&lt;br /&gt;Liming, fiesta, forever&lt;br /&gt;Come on and sing my song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All night long! (All night)&lt;br /&gt;All night long! (All night)&lt;br /&gt;All night long! (All night)&lt;br /&gt;All night long! (All night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, once you get started&lt;br /&gt;You can't sit down&lt;br /&gt;Come join the fun it's a merry go round&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's dancing their troubles away&lt;br /&gt;Come join our party&lt;br /&gt;See how we play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom bo li d, say de moi ya&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, jambo, jumbo&lt;br /&gt;Way to party, o we goin'&lt;br /&gt;Oh jambali&lt;br /&gt;Tom bo li d, say de moi ya&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, jambo, jumbo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, yes&lt;br /&gt;We're going to have a party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All night long! (All night)&lt;br /&gt;All night long! (All night)&lt;br /&gt;All night long! (All night)&lt;br /&gt;All night long! (All night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone you meet&lt;br /&gt;They're jamming in the street&lt;br /&gt;All night long!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I said,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone you meet&lt;br /&gt;They're jamming in the street&lt;br /&gt;All night long!&lt;br /&gt;Feel good! Feel good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Erika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-8912822217671790911?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/8912822217671790911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-night-long-lionel-richie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/8912822217671790911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/8912822217671790911'/><link rel='alternate' 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name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-QqArc12juQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-QqArc12juQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling sad&lt;br /&gt;can't help looking back&lt;br /&gt;highways flew by&lt;br /&gt;run, run, run away&lt;br /&gt;no sense of time&lt;br /&gt;want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;want keep you inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, run, run away&lt;br /&gt;lost, lost, lost my mind&lt;br /&gt;want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;want you to be my prize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, run, run away&lt;br /&gt;lost, lost, lost my mind&lt;br /&gt;want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;want you to be my prize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling sad&lt;br /&gt;can't help looking back&lt;br /&gt;highways flew by&lt;br /&gt;run, run, run away&lt;br /&gt;no sense of time&lt;br /&gt;want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;want keep you inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along, not so strong without these open arms&lt;br /&gt;hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;all along, not that strong without these open arms&lt;br /&gt;lie beside&lt;br /&gt;all along, not so strong without these open arms&lt;br /&gt;ride beside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, run, run away&lt;br /&gt;lost, lost, lost my mind&lt;br /&gt;want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;want you to be my prize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, run, run away&lt;br /&gt;lost, lost, lost my mind&lt;br /&gt;want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;want you to be my prize&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-6812903894702130134?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-3481413263386727605</id><published>2009-09-05T11:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T11:15:52.905-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Star'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Frames'/><title type='text'>The Frames - Star Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eMccPJqyg0o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eMccPJqyg0o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star star teach me how to shine shine&lt;br /&gt;Teach me so I know what's going on in your mind&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't understand these people&lt;br /&gt;Who say the hill's to steep&lt;br /&gt;Well they talk and talk forever&lt;br /&gt;But they just never climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling down into situations&lt;br /&gt;Bringing out the best in you&lt;br /&gt;You're flat on your back again&lt;br /&gt;And star you're ever word I'm heeding&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me to see&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in the marsh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star star teach me how to shine shine&lt;br /&gt;Teach me so I know whats going on in your mind&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't understand these people&lt;br /&gt;Who say we're all asleep&lt;br /&gt;They'll toss and turn forever&lt;br /&gt;But no rest will they find... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Diego&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-3481413263386727605?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/3481413263386727605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/09/frames-star-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/3481413263386727605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/3481413263386727605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/09/frames-star-star.html' title='The Frames - Star Star'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-155654371643466083</id><published>2009-09-03T14:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T14:11:59.336-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marillion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><title type='text'>Marillion - Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T_GzPCJWTmE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T_GzPCJWTmE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody knows that we live in a world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where they give bad names to beautiful things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everybody knows that we live in a world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where we don't give beautiful things a second glance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heaven only knows that we live in a world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where what we call beautiful is just something on sale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people laughin' behing their hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while the fragile and the sensitive are given no chande&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the leaves turn from red to brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be trodden down, to be trodden down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the leaves turn from red to brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to fall to the ground, to fall to the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We don't have to live in a world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where we give bad names to beautiful things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we should live in a beautiful world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we should give beautiful, a second glance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the leaves fall from red to brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be trodden down, trodden down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the leaves turn green to red to brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they fall to the ground and get kicked around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You strong enough to beat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have you the faith to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're sane enough to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;honest enough to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't have to be the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't have to be this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c'mon and sign your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your wild enough to remain beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beautiful, beautiful, beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the leaves turn from red to brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be trodden down, trodden down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we fall green to red to brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fall to the ground to be kicked around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-155654371643466083?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/155654371643466083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/09/marillion-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/155654371643466083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/155654371643466083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/09/marillion-beautiful.html' title='Marillion - Beautiful'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-9189874859826357681</id><published>2009-08-25T20:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:38:14.451-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Delgados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coming in from the cold'/><title type='text'>The Delgados - Coming in from the cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ip5rpaVStxs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ip5rpaVStxs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step inside&lt;br /&gt;a better dream job you could never find&lt;br /&gt;a set of keys and bottles heaven wide&lt;br /&gt;find yourself a seat and settle in for the ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise your glass&lt;br /&gt;we're going to drink now till the summer's past&lt;br /&gt;so bring the hats out we all need a laugh&lt;br /&gt;and let the neighbours talk then make sure you lose them&lt;br /&gt;we can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try for the right kind of life&lt;br /&gt;I only wish that you'd had a chance to decide&lt;br /&gt;have a look around you there's no-one there&lt;br /&gt;how can you call this fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to blame&lt;br /&gt;no-one's telling you you're not to blame&lt;br /&gt;things around they just don’t feel the same&lt;br /&gt;and I don't recognise this person that still remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settle down&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that you can settle down&lt;br /&gt;take your tent and trailer out of town&lt;br /&gt;we'll find a place to roam where you could escape to&lt;br /&gt;we can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try for the right kind of life&lt;br /&gt;I only wish that you'd had a chance to decide&lt;br /&gt;have a look around you there's no-one there&lt;br /&gt;how can you call this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's waiting for the big surprise&lt;br /&gt;but nobody will notice when it does arrive&lt;br /&gt;so send it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try for the right kind of life&lt;br /&gt;I only wish that you'd had a chance to decide&lt;br /&gt;have a look around you there’s no-one there&lt;br /&gt;how can you call this fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're coming in from the cold&lt;br /&gt;and everybody's searching for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;have a look around you there's no-one there&lt;br /&gt;how can you call this fair&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-9189874859826357681?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/9189874859826357681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/08/delgados-coming-in-from-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/9189874859826357681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/9189874859826357681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/08/delgados-coming-in-from-cold.html' title='The Delgados - Coming in from the cold'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-6050593254066870196</id><published>2009-08-18T20:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:26:38.866-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazarus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porcupine Tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><title type='text'>Porcupine Tree - Lazarus</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nkSsgP3gDhM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nkSsgP3gDhM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the cheerless towns pass my window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can see a washed out moon through the fog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then a voice inside my head breaks the analogue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Follow me down to the valley below, you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I survived against the will of my twisted folk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in the deafness of my world the silence broke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Follow me down to the valley below, you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;follow me down to the valley below, you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My David don't you worry, this cold world is not for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so rest your head upon me, I have strength to carry you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ghosts of the twenties rising&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;golden summers just holding you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Follow me down to the valley below, (follow me, follow me down) you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Follow me down to the valley below, (follow me, follow me down) you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come to us Lazarus, it's time for you to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-6050593254066870196?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/6050593254066870196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/08/porcupine-tree-lazarus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/6050593254066870196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/6050593254066870196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/08/porcupine-tree-lazarus.html' title='Porcupine Tree - Lazarus'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-7609975980126893633</id><published>2009-08-03T19:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:39:57.363-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Denali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everybody knows'/><title type='text'>Denali - Everybody knows</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eP7U1icn-R0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eP7U1icn-R0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open up, I once was sleeping&lt;br /&gt;all remains are in safe keeping&lt;br /&gt;looks like everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn the secret my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's right behind me, so softly&lt;br /&gt;it's right behind me, so softly&lt;br /&gt;it's right, oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Centered in a field, hold to kill&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the same rotation&lt;br /&gt;waiting on a clear reason&lt;br /&gt;why this is the wrong way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's right behind me, so softly&lt;br /&gt;it's right behind me, so softly&lt;br /&gt;it's right, oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lock down inside&lt;br /&gt;more of you buys my time&lt;br /&gt;I, I never knew this is the way it goes&lt;br /&gt;lock down inside&lt;br /&gt;more of you buys my time&lt;br /&gt;I never knew this is the way it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-7609975980126893633?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/7609975980126893633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/08/denali-everybody-knows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/7609975980126893633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/7609975980126893633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/08/denali-everybody-knows.html' title='Denali - Everybody knows'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-4851137988672715902</id><published>2009-08-01T20:03:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:42:39.059-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul McCartney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maybe I&apos;m amazed'/><title type='text'>Paul McCartney - Maybe I´m Amazed</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cm2YyVZBL8U&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cm2YyVZBL8U&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm amazed at the way you love me all the time&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm afraid of the way I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm amazed at the way you pulled me out of time&lt;br /&gt;And hung me on a line&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm a man and maybe I'm a lonely man&lt;br /&gt;Who's in the middle of something&lt;br /&gt;That he doesn't really understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm a man and maybe you're the only woman&lt;br /&gt;Who could ever help me&lt;br /&gt;Baby won't you help me understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm a man and maybe I'm a lonely man&lt;br /&gt;Who's in the middle of something&lt;br /&gt;That he doesn't really understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm a man and maybe you're the only woman&lt;br /&gt;Who could ever help me&lt;br /&gt;Baby won't you help me understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm amazed at the way you're with me all the time&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm afraid of the way I leave you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm amazed at the way you help me sing my song&lt;br /&gt;Right me when I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-4851137988672715902?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/4851137988672715902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/08/paul-mccartney-maybe-im-amazed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/4851137988672715902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/4851137988672715902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/08/paul-mccartney-maybe-im-amazed.html' title='Paul McCartney - Maybe I´m Amazed'/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341316659108433616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-4562077741226867857</id><published>2009-07-29T19:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:03:41.449-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On my shoulders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><title type='text'>The Do - On my shoulders</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9bBkEQYdMM8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9bBkEQYdMM8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I carry such a weight on my shoulders?&lt;br /&gt;why do I always help you carry your boulders?&lt;br /&gt;you wonder why I carry such a weight on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;and why would I tttts such a load&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos someday you'll see&lt;br /&gt;next time I'll try it another way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would you try to make me friends with them soldiers?&lt;br /&gt;when you know that I've never been familiar with orders&lt;br /&gt;when you know that my heart is in a pretty disorder&lt;br /&gt;and you should know that in my heart you fill every corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someday you'll see that all I want is to please&lt;br /&gt;next time I'll try it another way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will I sit and wait like a soldier?&lt;br /&gt;how many summers will it take?&lt;br /&gt;how many summers will I wait?&lt;br /&gt;how many shoulders will I break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I carry such a weight on my shoulders?&lt;br /&gt;why am I always by your side when you're down?&lt;br /&gt;why did I help you build a beautiful house?&lt;br /&gt;and why did I break my back for you in the cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos someday you'll see&lt;br /&gt;next time I'll try it another way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I have to quit if time makes me older?&lt;br /&gt;why do they wonder why I never get bored?&lt;br /&gt;how could I tell them that I'll never let go&lt;br /&gt;but hey, you're my man but they just won't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someday you'll see that all I want is to please&lt;br /&gt;next time I'll try it another way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will I sit and wait like a soldier?&lt;br /&gt;how many summers will it take?&lt;br /&gt;how many summers will I wait?&lt;br /&gt;how many shoulders will I break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I carry such a weight on my shoulders?&lt;br /&gt;why do I always help you carry your boulders?&lt;br /&gt;you wonder why I carry such a weight on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;and why would I tttts such a load&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someday you'll see that all I want is to please&lt;br /&gt;next time I'll try it another way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will I sit and wait like a soldier?&lt;br /&gt;how many summers will it take?&lt;br /&gt;how many summers will I wait?&lt;br /&gt;how many summers will I wait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-4562077741226867857?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/4562077741226867857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/07/d-on-my-shoulders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/4562077741226867857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/4562077741226867857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/07/d-on-my-shoulders.html' title='The Do - On my shoulders'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-6958820277090525936</id><published>2009-06-15T00:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:26:49.184-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In A Glade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Divine Comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milla Jovovich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><title type='text'>Milla - In a glade</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k5O5rEhdUho&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k5O5rEhdUho&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Anonymous / Traditional Ukrainian Folk Song)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tam v haiu, pry dunaiu, solovi shchebeche&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vin svoiu ptashynochku do hnizdechka klyche&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tam v haiu, pry dunaiu, solovi shchebeche&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vin svoiu ptashynochku do hnizdechka klyche&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tam v haiu, pry dunaiu, tam muzyka hraie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bas hude, skrypka plache, molodets’ huliaie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tam v haiu, pry dunaiu, tam muzyka hraie&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bas hude, skrypka plache, molodets’ huliaie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tam v haiu, pry dunaiu, khodzhu samotoiu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I plachu, I rydaiu myla/mylyi za toboiu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tam v haiu, pry dunaiu, khodzhu samotoiu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I plachu, I rydaiu myla/mylyi za toboiu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(English translation)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the forest near the Danube river,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is a nightingale singing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he sings to gather everyone from his family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the forest near the Danube river,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is a bass vibrating and a fiddle crying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think of a place where my lovely one is strolling now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the forest near the Danube river,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sick with my loneliness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crying, I want to fly like a bird,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to where my lovely one is now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Y en español)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;En Un Claro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En el bosque cerca del río Danubio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hay un ruiseñor cantando,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;él canta para reunir a toda su familia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En el bosque cerca del río Danubio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hay un bajo vibrando y un violín llorando,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yo pienso en el lugar donde mi amor se está paseando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En el bosque cerca del río Danubio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yo estoy enfermo con mi soledad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;llorando, y quiero volar como un pájaro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a donde mi amor está ahora. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-6958820277090525936?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/6958820277090525936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/06/milla-in-glade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/6958820277090525936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/6958820277090525936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/06/milla-in-glade.html' title='Milla - In a glade'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-3853873590154502849</id><published>2009-06-12T22:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:47:42.070-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gieco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizas le dancen los cuervos'/><title type='text'>León Gieco - Quizás le dancen los cuervos</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=d9018e6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando tu vida te pida&lt;br /&gt;unas tristes melodías&lt;br /&gt;que el viento mudo las lleve&lt;br /&gt;para que otros también se enteren&lt;br /&gt;Es que hay tanta gente&lt;br /&gt;que por más que uno los lustre&lt;br /&gt;nunca su brillo se verá en su mente&lt;br /&gt;Es que hay tanta gente&lt;br /&gt;que por más que uno le explique&lt;br /&gt;nunca su rabia se convertirá en pena&lt;br /&gt;Ay, adentro, si se vieran adentro&lt;br /&gt;quizás le dancen los cuervos&lt;br /&gt;Cuando tu nombre desprecie&lt;br /&gt;lo que pase por enfrente&lt;br /&gt;es que un pedazo de tierra&lt;br /&gt;se está muriendo de vergüenza&lt;br /&gt;Es que hay tanta gente&lt;br /&gt;que no mira ni a los ojos&lt;br /&gt;mezcla de poca suerte, broncas y odios&lt;br /&gt;Es que hay tanta gente&lt;br /&gt;que se siente despareja&lt;br /&gt;hacen que otros cuelguen de sus condenas. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-3853873590154502849?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/3853873590154502849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/06/leon-gieco-quizas-le-dancen-los-cuervos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/3853873590154502849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/3853873590154502849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/06/leon-gieco-quizas-le-dancen-los-cuervos.html' title='León Gieco - Quizás le dancen los cuervos'/><author><name>Diego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341316659108433616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-2732110125966797499</id><published>2009-06-06T11:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T11:20:13.354-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anathema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One last goodbye'/><title type='text'>Anathema - One last goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g4qU_74X3iQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param 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away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my being&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my dreams I can see you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can tell you how I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my dreams I can hold you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it feels so real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still feel the pain (I still feel the pain)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still feel your love (I still feel your love)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still feel the pain (I still feel the pain)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still feel your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And somehow I knew you could never, never stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and somehow I knew you would leave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in the early morning light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after a silent peaceful night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you took my heart away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh I wish, I wish you could have stayed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-2732110125966797499?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/2732110125966797499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/06/anathema-one-last-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/2732110125966797499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/2732110125966797499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/06/anathema-one-last-goodbye.html' title='Anathema - One last goodbye'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-1919286040269316655</id><published>2009-05-29T23:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:04:25.786-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Me Dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Campesinos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><title type='text'>Los Campesinos! - You! me! dancing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nj6SO_yKMe8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nj6SO_yKMe8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beats, yeah, they were coming out the speakers&lt;br /&gt;and were winding up straight in your sneakers&lt;br /&gt;and I'm dancing like every song who spends his bizzle&lt;br /&gt;like all my dance heroes would if they existed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah it's sad that you think that we're all just scenesters&lt;br /&gt;(and even if we were it's not the scene you're thinking of)&lt;br /&gt;to taking props from nineties boy band fashions&lt;br /&gt;all crop tops and testosterone passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing I could never confess,&lt;br /&gt;it's that I can't dance a single step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's you! it's me! and there's dancing!&lt;br /&gt;it's you! it's me! and there's dancing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if you mind if I dance with you,&lt;br /&gt;but I don't think right now that you care about anything at all&lt;br /&gt;and oh, if only there were clothes on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;I'd feel for certain I was bedroom dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's all flailing limbs at the front line&lt;br /&gt;every single one of us is twisted by design&lt;br /&gt;and dispatches from the back of my mind&lt;br /&gt;say as long as we're here everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing that I could never confess,&lt;br /&gt;it's that I can't dance a single step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's you! it's me! and there's dancing!&lt;br /&gt;it's you! it's me! and there's dancing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing that I could never confess,&lt;br /&gt;it's that I can't dance a single step&lt;br /&gt;one thing that I could never confess,&lt;br /&gt;it's that I can't dance a single step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's you! it's me! and there's dancing!&lt;br /&gt;it's you! it's me! and there's dancing!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-1919286040269316655?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/1919286040269316655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/05/los-campesinos-you-me-dancing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/1919286040269316655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/1919286040269316655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/05/los-campesinos-you-me-dancing.html' title='Los Campesinos! - You! me! dancing!'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-8821722499271635702</id><published>2009-05-25T19:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:02:54.131-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seven Days in Sunny June'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamiroquai'/><title type='text'>Seven Days in Sunny June - Jamiroquai</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TqYtVyC4ALE&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TqYtVyC4ALE&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pebbles you've arranged &lt;br /&gt;In the sand, they're strange &lt;br /&gt;They speak to me like constellations &lt;br /&gt;As we lie here &lt;br /&gt;There's a magic I can hold &lt;br /&gt;Your smile of honey gold &lt;br /&gt;And that you never seem to be in short supply of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oooh, so baby let's get it on &lt;br /&gt;Drinking wine and killing time &lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the summer sun &lt;br /&gt;You know I've wanted you so long &lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to &lt;br /&gt;Drop that bomb on me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy days, crazy dolls &lt;br /&gt;You said we've been friends too long &lt;br /&gt;Seven days in sunny June &lt;br /&gt;Were long enough to bloom &lt;br /&gt;The flowers on the summer dress you wore in spring &lt;br /&gt;The way we laughed as one &lt;br /&gt;And then you dropped the bomb &lt;br /&gt;That I've known you too long &lt;br /&gt;For us to have a thing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be this? &lt;br /&gt;The stories in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;The silent wings &lt;br /&gt;You'll fly away on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven days in sunny June &lt;br /&gt;Were long enough to bloom &lt;br /&gt;The flowers on the sunbeam dress you wore in spring &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, the way we laughed as one &lt;br /&gt;Why did you drop the bomb on me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be this? &lt;br /&gt;The honeysuckle blessings you seem to show me &lt;br /&gt;Could it be this? &lt;br /&gt;For seven days in June I wasn't lonely &lt;br /&gt;Could it be this? &lt;br /&gt;You never gave me time to say I love you &lt;br /&gt;Could it be this? &lt;br /&gt;I know you don't believe me but it's so true &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk away from me, girl &lt;br /&gt;I read the sories in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;Don't you walk away from me, girl &lt;br /&gt;I read the sories in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;Don't you walk away from me, girl &lt;br /&gt;I read the sories in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;Don't you walk away &lt;br /&gt;I read the sories in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you've been telling me &lt;br /&gt;We've been friends for too long &lt;br /&gt;Why do you want to drop the bomb? &lt;br /&gt;Telling me &lt;br /&gt;We've been friends for too long &lt;br /&gt;Why do you want to drop the bomb? &lt;br /&gt;You tell me we've been friends for too long, yeah &lt;br /&gt;I think I love you &lt;br /&gt;I think I love you &lt;br /&gt;Why do you want to drop that bomb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero les guste ;), Erika.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-8821722499271635702?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/8821722499271635702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/05/seven-days-in-sunny-june-jamiroquai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/8821722499271635702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/8821722499271635702'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qf-SzWIN7GQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qf-SzWIN7GQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I think I'm standing strong,&lt;br /&gt;yet feel the air beneath my feet?&lt;br /&gt;how can happiness feel so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;how can misery feel so sweet?&lt;br /&gt;how can you let me watch you sleep,&lt;br /&gt;then break my dreams the way you do?&lt;br /&gt;how can I have got in so deep?&lt;br /&gt;why did I fall in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been&lt;br /&gt;feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen,&lt;br /&gt;this is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known,&lt;br /&gt;I was never crazy on my own&lt;br /&gt;and now I know that there's a link between the two,&lt;br /&gt;being close to craziness and being close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you make me fall apart&lt;br /&gt;then break my fall with loving lies?&lt;br /&gt;it's so easy to break a heart;&lt;br /&gt;it's so easy to close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;how can you treat me like a child&lt;br /&gt;yet like a child I yearn for you?&lt;br /&gt;how can anyone feel so wild?&lt;br /&gt;how can anyone feel so blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been&lt;br /&gt;feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen,&lt;br /&gt;this is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known,&lt;br /&gt;I was never crazy on my own&lt;br /&gt;and now I know that there's a link between the two,&lt;br /&gt;being close to craziness and being close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-6201378726311161451?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/6201378726311161451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/05/katie-melua-closest-thing-to-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/6201378726311161451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/6201378726311161451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/05/katie-melua-closest-thing-to-crazy.html' title='Katie Melua - The Closest Thing To Crazy'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-7614055543197578520</id><published>2009-05-21T12:57:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:12:39.366-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verisón original'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De conde a Principal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aldemaro Romero'/><title type='text'>De Conde a principal</title><content type='html'>En mi primera intervención en este grupo les presenté una pieza instrumental de un músico venezolano llamado Aldemaro Romero, que murió en el 2007 pero era muy reconocido en Venezuela por su larga trayectoria como compositor, arreglista, pianista y director de la orquesta filarmónica de Caracas,  la canción a continuación se llama de Conde a Principal y aunque en correo les mostré la versión en Neofolklore, acá les traigo la versión original de esta hermosa melodía con imágenes de mi Caracas de antaño y también esta la versión en Neofolklore 2 en 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De conde a principal - Versión original&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4fbca439eab912dd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" 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href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/05/de-conde-principal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/7614055543197578520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/7614055543197578520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/05/de-conde-principal.html' title='De Conde a principal'/><author><name>Cheratoons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02928049438552685992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xLb6OumEHd8/TB5bnxzFcAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/f4VPRMnydDs/S220/102_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-859653317995451320</id><published>2009-05-20T22:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:01:09.276-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Special and Laurie Webb Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aren&apos;t you clever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><title type='text'>Mr. Special and Laurie Webb Music - Aren't you clever</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aqpr9rHEibQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aqpr9rHEibQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you leave me in the dark, aren't you clever&lt;br /&gt;the way you space things apart feels like forever&lt;br /&gt;and I can't predict the changes, everything's so strange&lt;br /&gt;I never mind, I never care, it always makes my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you come home, here we go again&lt;br /&gt;wondering, if we'll ever win&lt;br /&gt;when you come home, I can't help falling&lt;br /&gt;even though it's a long way down&lt;br /&gt;it's a long way down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the pull of the dance draws nearer&lt;br /&gt;I leave it all up to chance maybe never&lt;br /&gt;but it tends to fill the sky every kind of light&lt;br /&gt;like the birds, in the wind makes my heart just fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you come home, here we go again&lt;br /&gt;wondering, if we'll ever win&lt;br /&gt;when you come home, I can't help falling&lt;br /&gt;even though it's a long way down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no black and white&lt;br /&gt;just know it feels right&lt;br /&gt;it feels right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you come home, here we go again&lt;br /&gt;wondering, if you'll ever care&lt;br /&gt;when you come home, I can't help falling&lt;br /&gt;even though it's a long way down&lt;br /&gt;it's a long way down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you leave me in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;aren't you clever?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-859653317995451320?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-5486663010129185896</id><published>2009-05-19T17:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:59:59.086-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erika'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimiento Muerto'/><title type='text'>Sentimiento Muerto - Eva</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tQTDZYofNMI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tQTDZYofNMI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la garganta&lt;br /&gt;siento un nudo que quebranta&lt;br /&gt;a una mujer&lt;br /&gt;que no es virgen ni es santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva pagaria&lt;br /&gt;su costilla por la mia&lt;br /&gt;de una sola&lt;br /&gt;vez su manzana digerida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva se marcho&lt;br /&gt;solo me dejo&lt;br /&gt;con un gran dolor&lt;br /&gt;que era de los dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el pecado&lt;br /&gt;solo hay victima de enfado&lt;br /&gt;que culpa puede haber&lt;br /&gt;que arrastremos del pasado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La imposicion&lt;br /&gt;de nuestra persepcion&lt;br /&gt;la que confunde&lt;br /&gt;el odio entre los dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En su manzana&lt;br /&gt;queda carne envenenada&lt;br /&gt;presa de una pasion&lt;br /&gt;deja un amargo sabor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva se marcho&lt;br /&gt;Solo me dejo&lt;br /&gt;con un gran dolor&lt;br /&gt;que era de los dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva se marcho&lt;br /&gt;Eva se marcho&lt;br /&gt;Se marcho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Erika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-5486663010129185896?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/5486663010129185896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/05/sentimiento-muerto-eva.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/5486663010129185896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/5486663010129185896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/05/sentimiento-muerto-eva.html' title='Sentimiento Muerto - Eva'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-5945214327711366397</id><published>2009-05-18T20:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:40:03.570-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Somos mucho más que dos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuarteto Zupay'/><title type='text'>Cuarteto Zupay - Somos mucho más que dos</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HPe1DGAiaEw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HPe1DGAiaEw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te quiero es porque sos&lt;br /&gt;mi amor mi cómplice y todo&lt;br /&gt;y en la calle codo a codo&lt;br /&gt;somos mucho más que dos (bis).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus manos son mi caricia&lt;br /&gt;mis acordes cotidianos&lt;br /&gt;te quiero porque tus manos&lt;br /&gt;trabajan por la justicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te quiero es porque sos&lt;br /&gt;mi amor mi cómplice y todo&lt;br /&gt;y en la calle codo a codo&lt;br /&gt;somos mucho mas que dos (bis).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus ojos son mi conjuro&lt;br /&gt;contra la mala jornada&lt;br /&gt;te quiero por tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;que mira y siembra futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu boca que es tuya y mia&lt;br /&gt;tu boca no se equivoca&lt;br /&gt;te quiero porque tu boca&lt;br /&gt;sabe gritar rebeldía...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te quiero es porque sos,&lt;br /&gt;mi amor, mi cómplice y todo,&lt;br /&gt;y en la calle codo a codo,&lt;br /&gt;somos mucho más que dos (bis).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y por tu rostro sincero&lt;br /&gt;y paso bagabundo&lt;br /&gt;y tu llanto por el mundo&lt;br /&gt;porque sos pueblo te quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y porque amor no es aureola&lt;br /&gt;ni cándida moraleja&lt;br /&gt;y porque somos pareja&lt;br /&gt;que sabe que no esta sola&lt;br /&gt;te quiero en mi paraíso&lt;br /&gt;es decir que en mi país&lt;br /&gt;la gente viva feliz&lt;br /&gt;aunque no tenga permiso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te quiero es porque sos&lt;br /&gt;mi amor mi cómplice y todo&lt;br /&gt;y en la calle codo a codo&lt;br /&gt;somos mucho mas que dos,&lt;br /&gt;y en la calle codo a codo&lt;br /&gt;somos mucho mas que dos&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-5945214327711366397?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/5945214327711366397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/05/cuarteto-zupay-somos-mucho-mas-que-dos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/5945214327711366397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/5945214327711366397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/05/cuarteto-zupay-somos-mucho-mas-que-dos.html' title='Cuarteto Zupay - Somos mucho más que dos'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-8525809705529787627</id><published>2009-05-12T20:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:53:32.225-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quebrado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedro Aznar'/><title type='text'>Pedro Aznar - Quebrado</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9dYp_GNCv-0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9dYp_GNCv-0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como un océano, como un mar&lt;br /&gt;como río correntoso, como lago inabarcable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pude ser la gota,&lt;br /&gt;música en el cantaro.&lt;br /&gt;Pausa que arrasa y suelta&lt;br /&gt;los pájaros del deseo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi seguridad no alcanza, una lanza abrió un costado&lt;br /&gt;detras de esta mascara hay un chico asustado.&lt;br /&gt;Quebrado...Quebrado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miedo de morir antes de saber vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como atar de piedra, como sacrificio&lt;br /&gt;como corazón arrancado, como sangre en oledas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No supe ser la paz&lt;br /&gt;la hondura que no ahoga,&lt;br /&gt;la risa que perdura,&lt;br /&gt;la confianza que entrega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi seguridad es falsa, la lanza abrió un costado&lt;br /&gt;detrás de esta máscara hay un chico asustado.&lt;br /&gt;Quebrado...Quebrado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miedo de morir antes de saber vivir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Diego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;El video es de la canción No es una pena?, del mismo álbum. Aquí la letra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te pone triste&lt;br /&gt;No te da dolor&lt;br /&gt;La crueldad de unos con otros&lt;br /&gt;La sombra del rencor&lt;br /&gt;Como a veces sin pensar&lt;br /&gt;Tomamos el amor&lt;br /&gt;Y no lo retribuimos&lt;br /&gt;No te pone triste ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las cosas llevan tiempo&lt;br /&gt;No es fácil de explicar&lt;br /&gt;Cuando tan poca gente&lt;br /&gt;Ve al otro como igual&lt;br /&gt;Y sus lagrimas sin fin&lt;br /&gt;Quizas ya no les dejen ver&lt;br /&gt;Lo bello que es el mundo&lt;br /&gt;No te pone triste;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es tan triste ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-8525809705529787627?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/8525809705529787627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/05/pedro-aznar-quebrado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/8525809705529787627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/8525809705529787627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/05/pedro-aznar-quebrado.html' title='Pedro Aznar - Quebrado'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-8666092857468681432</id><published>2009-05-05T23:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:48:32.504-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Jaivas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mira Niñita'/><title type='text'>Los Jaivas - Mira Niñita</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/67ZTYD97vlg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/67ZTYD97vlg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira niñita&lt;br /&gt;te voy a llevar a ver la luna&lt;br /&gt;brillando en el mar&lt;br /&gt;mira hacia el cielo&lt;br /&gt;y olvida ese lánguido temor&lt;br /&gt;que fue permanente emoción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para la hija&lt;br /&gt;de un hombre con ojos de cristal&lt;br /&gt;y papel sellado en la piel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira hacia el cielo&lt;br /&gt;y olvida ese lánguido temor&lt;br /&gt;que fue permanente emoción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Ay! fue permanente emoción&lt;br /&gt;tu pelito en tus ojos de miel&lt;br /&gt;pero ya en tu pecho&lt;br /&gt;florecerán colores de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;florecerán...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu pelito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La ternura tendrás para ti&lt;br /&gt;para ti&lt;br /&gt;florecerán&lt;br /&gt;la ternura...&lt;br /&gt;pero ya en tu pecho&lt;br /&gt;florecerán colores de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gabriela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-8666092857468681432?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/8666092857468681432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/05/los-jaivas-mira-ninita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/8666092857468681432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/8666092857468681432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/05/los-jaivas-mira-ninita.html' title='Los Jaivas - Mira Niñita'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-1265233821923066848</id><published>2009-05-05T22:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:45:59.719-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tus regalos deberían de llegar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fito Páez'/><title type='text'>Fito Páez - Tus regalos deberían de llegar</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mgx0K68LwiM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mgx0K68LwiM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epifánico silencio a la hora del amar,&lt;br /&gt;tus ensueños ya se hicieron a la mar,&lt;br /&gt;un extracto del perfume del dolor,&lt;br /&gt;tus muñecas boca arriba y hacia el sol.&lt;br /&gt;Tus regalos deberían de llegar,&lt;br /&gt;los elefantes locos, el vestido, el ajuar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminando en la neblina que disipa el corazón,&lt;br /&gt;los milagros en tu cuerpo ya será&lt;br /&gt;las violetas de tu sangre vivirán&lt;br /&gt;sobre un río enamorado y en su andar.&lt;br /&gt;Tus regalos deberían de llegar,&lt;br /&gt;las velas, las vajillas y tu felicidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no sabes si detenerte o llover,&lt;br /&gt;y parada sobre el mundo a tus pies&lt;br /&gt;tu sonrisa que nos hace temblar,&lt;br /&gt;tiembla el mundo que no entiende al final&lt;br /&gt;ese beso de la vida, la sutil melancolía,&lt;br /&gt;el momento cuando piras, los espacios donde miras,&lt;br /&gt;y las gotas de tu lluvia se irán.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y otra vez en la secuencia de los pétalos que caen&lt;br /&gt;se descubren los misterios del azar&lt;br /&gt;y las manos que se encuentran en la flor,&lt;br /&gt;la bestial naturaleza del amor.&lt;br /&gt;Tus regalos deberían de llegar,&lt;br /&gt;si todo se termina, todo vuelve a empezar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mañana que se viene es una vieja sensación&lt;br /&gt;que refleja los espejos del tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;y la niña acurrucada en el rincón&lt;br /&gt;es la chica contra la furia de Dios&lt;br /&gt;Tus regalos deberían de llegar,&lt;br /&gt;no es mucho lo que tengo para darte, mirá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no sabes si detenerte...&lt;br /&gt;y las gotas de tu lluvia se irán,&lt;br /&gt;y tus regalos deberían de llegar,&lt;br /&gt;y las gotas de tu lluvia se irán.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Diego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-1265233821923066848?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/1265233821923066848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/05/fito-paez-tus-regalos-deberian-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/1265233821923066848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/1265233821923066848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/05/fito-paez-tus-regalos-deberian-de.html' title='Fito Páez - Tus regalos deberían de llegar'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-4768600147245524034</id><published>2009-05-02T13:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T19:19:29.279-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lose you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pete Yorn'/><title type='text'>Pete Yorn - Lose You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3wabdSbowXQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3wabdSbowXQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a ride off to one side&lt;br /&gt;It is a personal thing.&lt;br /&gt;Where? When I can't stand&lt;br /&gt;Up in this cage I'm not regretting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a better thing,&lt;br /&gt;I'd settle for less,&lt;br /&gt;It's another thing for me,&lt;br /&gt;I just have to wander through this world&lt;br /&gt;Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop before you fall&lt;br /&gt;Into the hole that I have dug here,&lt;br /&gt;Rest even as you&lt;br /&gt;Are starting to feel the way I used to,&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a better thing&lt;br /&gt;Just to sound confused.&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk about everyone,&lt;br /&gt;I am not amused by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm gonna lose you,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm gonna lose you&lt;br /&gt;If I'm gonna lose you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm gonna lose you,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm gonna lose you&lt;br /&gt;If I'm gonna lose you&lt;br /&gt;I'll lose you now for good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-4768600147245524034?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/4768600147245524034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/05/pete-yorn-lose-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/4768600147245524034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/4768600147245524034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/05/pete-yorn-lose-you.html' title='Pete Yorn - Lose You'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-7736437216113549555</id><published>2009-05-02T01:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:43:29.661-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Télépopmusik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breathe'/><title type='text'>Télépopmusik - Breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HDQw-RShRUQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HDQw-RShRUQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought you something close to me,&lt;br /&gt;left for something you see though you're here&lt;br /&gt;you haunt my dreams&lt;br /&gt;there’s nothing to do but believe,&lt;br /&gt;just believe, just breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day, just believe&lt;br /&gt;another day, just breathe&lt;br /&gt;another day, just believe&lt;br /&gt;another day, just breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m used to it by now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day, just believe&lt;br /&gt;just breathe, just believe&lt;br /&gt;just breathe, lying in my bed,&lt;br /&gt;another day, staring at the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just breathe, another day,&lt;br /&gt;another day, just believe,&lt;br /&gt;another day&lt;br /&gt;I’m used to it by now&lt;br /&gt;I’m used to it by now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just breathe, just believe&lt;br /&gt;just breathe, just believe&lt;br /&gt;just believe, just breathe&lt;br /&gt;just believe,&lt;br /&gt;another day, just believe&lt;br /&gt;another day&lt;br /&gt;another day, just believe,&lt;br /&gt;another day, just breathe,&lt;br /&gt;another day (I do believe)&lt;br /&gt;another day (so hard to breathe)&lt;br /&gt;another day (not so hard to believe)&lt;br /&gt;another day, another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-7736437216113549555?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/7736437216113549555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/05/telepopmusik-breathe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/7736437216113549555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/7736437216113549555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/05/telepopmusik-breathe.html' title='Télépopmusik - Breathe'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-4791364737025384856</id><published>2009-04-20T20:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:36:55.181-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silversun Pickups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s nice to know you work alone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><title type='text'>Silversun Pickups - It's nice to know you work alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2bitgQxheo8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2bitgQxheo8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the beauty of confession&lt;br /&gt;in the sound when the levees break&lt;br /&gt;and all the air is wrong, wrong&lt;br /&gt;redesigning a connection&lt;br /&gt;a composition painted on my face&lt;br /&gt;with a smile drawn on, on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit back and breathe&lt;br /&gt;it's nice to know you work alone&lt;br /&gt;my head is reeling&lt;br /&gt;it's nice to know you work alone&lt;br /&gt;it's nice to know you work alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disembody the move action&lt;br /&gt;with water marks on a pillowcase&lt;br /&gt;with all the nerves turned on, on&lt;br /&gt;overriding the obsession&lt;br /&gt;to take it all and be on my way&lt;br /&gt;dragging the lead along, along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit back and breathe&lt;br /&gt;it's nice to know you work alone&lt;br /&gt;my head is reeling&lt;br /&gt;it's nice to know you work alone&lt;br /&gt;it's nice to know you work alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all the grace is gone, gone&lt;br /&gt;and all the tired scorn is gone&lt;br /&gt;and all the fire is gone, gone&lt;br /&gt;but the reveal is gone, it's gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit back and breathe&lt;br /&gt;it's nice to know you work alone&lt;br /&gt;my head is reeling&lt;br /&gt;it's nice to know you work alone&lt;br /&gt;it's nice to know you work alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching the serene&lt;br /&gt;it's nice to know you work alone&lt;br /&gt;my head's stopped reeling&lt;br /&gt;it's nice to know you work alone&lt;br /&gt;it's nice to know you work alone&lt;br /&gt;it's nice to know you work alone&lt;br /&gt;it's nice to know you work alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-4791364737025384856?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/4791364737025384856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/04/silversun-pickups-its-nice-to-know-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/4791364737025384856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/4791364737025384856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/04/silversun-pickups-its-nice-to-know-you.html' title='Silversun Pickups - It&apos;s nice to know you work alone'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-2831151233593527336</id><published>2009-04-13T19:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:37:34.027-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Microphone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coconut Records'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><title type='text'>Coconut Records - Microphone</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lojg4p21gvU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lojg4p21gvU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow down, you are out of control&lt;br /&gt;one of us is right, and one of us is wrong&lt;br /&gt;and, I know that you're not coming home&lt;br /&gt;there's nowhere to park, after it gets dark, yeah&lt;br /&gt;can't tell what I want when you sing&lt;br /&gt;so keep it to yourself, I haven't missed anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my voice, my microphone&lt;br /&gt;you are my voice, so take me on&lt;br /&gt;you are my voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow down, you are out of control&lt;br /&gt;it could be so easy if it didn't feel so wrong&lt;br /&gt;and, warmed up and your hair is too long&lt;br /&gt;what if I was young? what if I was younger?&lt;br /&gt;and so, finally she showed&lt;br /&gt;I never should have asked, it was a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my voice, my microphone&lt;br /&gt;you are my voice, so take me on&lt;br /&gt;you are my voice, you are my voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my voice, my microphone&lt;br /&gt;you are my voice, my microphone&lt;br /&gt;you are my voice, so take me on&lt;br /&gt;you are my voice, my microphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my voice&lt;br /&gt;you are my voice&lt;br /&gt;you are my voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of us is right, and one of us is wrong&lt;br /&gt;one of us is right, and one of us is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-2831151233593527336?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/2831151233593527336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/04/coconut-records-microphone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/2831151233593527336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/2831151233593527336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/04/coconut-records-microphone.html' title='Coconut Records - Microphone'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-5110597358840841185</id><published>2009-04-13T13:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:37:54.348-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh Groban'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mi Mancherai (Il Postino) with Joshua Bell'/><title type='text'>Josh Groban - Mi Mancherai (Il Postino) with Joshua Bell</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EJwNS-FPXOI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EJwNS-FPXOI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi mancherai se te ne vai&lt;br /&gt;Mi mancherá la tua serenitá&lt;br /&gt;Le tue parole come canzoni al vento&lt;br /&gt;E l'amore che ora porti via&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi mancherai se te ne vai&lt;br /&gt;Ora a per sempre non so come vivrei&lt;br /&gt;E l'allegria, amica mia&lt;br /&gt;Va via con te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi mancherai mi mancherai&lt;br /&gt;Perché vai via?&lt;br /&gt;Perché l'amore in te sé spento?&lt;br /&gt;Perché, perché?&lt;br /&gt;Non cambierá miente lo so&lt;br /&gt;E dentro sento te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi mancherai l'immensitá&lt;br /&gt;Dei nostri giorni e notti insieme noi&lt;br /&gt;I tuoi sorrisi quando si fa buio&lt;br /&gt;La tua ingenuitá da bambina tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi mancherai amore mio&lt;br /&gt;Mi guardo e trovo un vuoto dentro me&lt;br /&gt;E l'allegria, amica mia&lt;br /&gt;Va via con te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Español&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te extrañare si te me vas&lt;br /&gt;extrañare de ti la serenidad&lt;br /&gt;de tus palabras como canciones al viento&lt;br /&gt;el amor que tengo por ti se ira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te extrañare si te me vas&lt;br /&gt;Ahora y por siempre no se que será de mi vivir.&lt;br /&gt;Y la alegría, amiga mía&lt;br /&gt;contigo se va&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te extrañare, Te extrañare.&lt;br /&gt;¡Por qué te vas...!&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué el amor en ti se apagó?&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué?, ¿por qué?&lt;br /&gt;No cambiará nunca, lo sé&lt;br /&gt;de dentro siento que (Bis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Añoraré la inmensidad&lt;br /&gt;De nuestros días y noches meciendonos.&lt;br /&gt;y tu sonrisa cuando llega la oscuridad.&lt;br /&gt;Tu ingenuidad de niña. Y yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te extrañare, mi amor...&lt;br /&gt;Me miro y siento un vacío dentro de mi&lt;br /&gt;Y la alegría, amiga mia&lt;br /&gt;contigo se va&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Diego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-5110597358840841185?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/5110597358840841185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/04/josh-groban-mi-mancherai-il-postino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/5110597358840841185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/5110597358840841185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/04/josh-groban-mi-mancherai-il-postino.html' title='Josh Groban - Mi Mancherai (Il Postino) with Joshua Bell'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-3094790269900334020</id><published>2009-02-23T13:00:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:38:09.540-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You picked me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Fine Frenzy'/><title type='text'>A Fine Frenzy - You picked me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J1BaeC5fJxo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J1BaeC5fJxo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One two three,&lt;br /&gt;counting out the signs we see&lt;br /&gt;the tall buildings&lt;br /&gt;fading in the distance&lt;br /&gt;only dots on a map&lt;br /&gt;four five six&lt;br /&gt;the two of us a perfect fit&lt;br /&gt;you're all mine all mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can say&lt;br /&gt;is you blow me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an apple on a tree&lt;br /&gt;hiding out behind the leaves&lt;br /&gt;I was difficult to reach&lt;br /&gt;but you picked me&lt;br /&gt;like a shell upon a beach&lt;br /&gt;just another pretty piece&lt;br /&gt;I was difficult to see&lt;br /&gt;but you picked me,&lt;br /&gt;yeah you picked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So softly,&lt;br /&gt;rain against the windows&lt;br /&gt;and the strong coffee&lt;br /&gt;warming up my fingers&lt;br /&gt;in this fisherman's house&lt;br /&gt;you got me,&lt;br /&gt;searched the sand&lt;br /&gt;and climbed the tree&lt;br /&gt;and brought me back down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can say&lt;br /&gt;is you blow me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an apple on a tree&lt;br /&gt;hiding out behind the leaves&lt;br /&gt;I was difficult to reach&lt;br /&gt;but you picked me&lt;br /&gt;like a shell upon a beach&lt;br /&gt;just another pretty piece&lt;br /&gt;I was difficult to see&lt;br /&gt;but you picked me, yeah you picked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an apple on a tree&lt;br /&gt;hiding out behind the leaves&lt;br /&gt;I was difficult to reach&lt;br /&gt;but you picked me&lt;br /&gt;like a shell upon a beach&lt;br /&gt;just another pretty piece&lt;br /&gt;I was difficult to see&lt;br /&gt;but you picked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an apple on a tree&lt;br /&gt;hiding out behind the leaves&lt;br /&gt;I was difficult to reach&lt;br /&gt;but you picked me&lt;br /&gt;like a shell upon a beach&lt;br /&gt;just another pretty piece&lt;br /&gt;I was difficult to see&lt;br /&gt;but you picked me, yeah you picked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Diego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-3094790269900334020?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/3094790269900334020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/02/fine-frenzy-you-picked-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/3094790269900334020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/3094790269900334020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/02/fine-frenzy-you-picked-me.html' title='A Fine Frenzy - You picked me'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490800256857686250.post-1861683610436971487</id><published>2009-02-03T23:13:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:37:23.002-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mercury Rev'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><title type='text'>Mercury Rev - Holes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qO1g251jF2g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qO1g251jF2g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time, all the long red lines,&lt;br /&gt;that take control of all the smoke-like streams&lt;br /&gt;that flow into your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;that big blue open sea that can't be crossed,&lt;br /&gt;that can't be climbed, just born between,&lt;br /&gt;oh the two white lines, distant gods and faded signs,&lt;br /&gt;of all those blinking lites, you had to pick the one tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holes, dug by little moles,&lt;br /&gt;angry jealous spies, got telephones for eyes,&lt;br /&gt;come to you as friends,&lt;br /&gt;all those endless ends that can't be tied,&lt;br /&gt;oh they make me laugh, and always make me cry,&lt;br /&gt;until they drop like flies, and sink like polished stones,&lt;br /&gt;of all the stones I throw, how does that old song go?&lt;br /&gt;how does that old song go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bands, those funny little plans that never work quite right&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490800256857686250-1861683610436971487?l=ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/feeds/1861683610436971487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/02/mercury-rev-holes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/1861683610436971487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490800256857686250/posts/default/1861683610436971487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulicesorlusi.blogspot.com/2009/02/mercury-rev-holes.html' title='Mercury Rev - Holes'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
