Get lost and find yourself.: Is not Glee, is G!

24 sept 2011

Is not Glee, is G!

Odio las parodias.. pero por alguna razón (creo que por el muppet de Mercedes y cuando el de Rachel le mete el pelo en la cara a el de Kurt, la canción y casi me olvido del pianista al que le dieron un toque de rabino..) esta me mata.
Go G!

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Secrets

I need another story;

something to get off my chest.

My life gets kinda boring,

Need something that I can confess

til’ all my sleeves are stained red.

From all the truth that I’ve said,

come by it honestly I swear.

Thought you saw wink, no.

I’ve been on the brink, so..

Tell me what you want to hear;

something that were like those years,

sick of all the insincere.

So I’m gonna give all my secrets away.

This time, don’t need another perfect line.

Don’t care if critics never jump in line.

I’m gonna give all my secrets away.

My god, amazing how we got this far,

it’s like we’re chasing all those stars.

Who’s driving shiny big black cars.

And everyday I see the news,

all the problems that we could solve.

And when a situation rises,

just write it into an album.

Singing straight, too cold.

I don’t really like my flow, no, so..

Tell me what you want to hear;

something that were like those years,

sick of all the insincere.

So I’m gonna give all my secrets away.

This time, don’t need another perfect line.

Don’t care if critics never jump in line.

I’m gonna give all my secrets away.

Oh, got no reason, got not shame.

Got no family I can blame.

Just don’t let me disappear,

I’mma tell you everything.

The world outside my room

Wake up smiling in my little Eden.

Pay no heed to the world outside.

Take my medication and hide.

Who's been smoking cherry cola?

Somebody trying to live the dream.

I rattle as I reach to dust the screen.

Out the door it might be snowing.

In my world it's always June;

I don't believe in the world outside my room.

Television and dusty window.

Fill my head with a happy tune.

I don't believe in the world outside my room,

I don't believe in the world outside my room.

Life in here is a different tempo,

virtually comatose,

sitting with the one I love the most.

The sleeping dog deserves to lie.

She don't feel like a walk today,

she just wants to sleep and play.

Tell me something I know already,

no surprises for me today.

I'm not ready, I've lost my way.

Someday soon I'll get up my sofa,

stop dreaming about I might have been.

Until then I stay serene.

That's where you're wrong

Pussyfooting.
Setting sun.
Make a wish that weighs a ton.
There are no handles for you to hold,
and no understanding where it goes.

Jealousy,
in Technicolor.
Fear by name.
Love by numbers.
Streetlight amber.

Wanderlust.
Clouded rainbow.
Blunderbuss.
She looks as if she's blowing a kiss at me,
and suddenly the sky is a scissor.
Sitting on the floor with a tambourine,
crushing up a bundle of love.
Don't take it so personally;
you're not the only one.
That time has got it in for, honey.
That's where you're wrong.

All the old flames.
Fastened on.
Make a wish that weighs a ton.
There are no handles that you can hold,
and no understanding where it goes.

Chasing pavements

I've made up my mind,
no need to think it over.
If I'm wrong I aint right,
no need to look no further.

This ain't lust,
this is love. But;

If I tell the world,
I'll never say enough,
cause it was not said to you,
and thats exactly what i need to do.
If i'm in love with you,

should I give up?
Or should I just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere,
Or would it be a waste?
Even If I knew my place should I leave it there?
Should i give up?
Or should i just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere.

I'd build myself up
and fly around in circles,
Wait then as my heart drops,
and my back begins to tingle.
Finally could this be it.

Should I give up,
Or should i just keep chasing pavements?

One day

One day maybe we will dance again, under fiery skies.
One day maybe you will love again, love that never dies.
One day maybe you will see the land, touch skin with sand.
You've been swimming in the lonely sea, with no company.

Don't you want to find?
Can't you hear this beauty in life?
The roads, the highs, breaking up your life..
Can't you hear this beauty in life?

One day maybe you will cry again, just like a child.
You've gotta tie yourself to the mast, my friend, and the storm will end.

Don't you want to find?
Can't you hear this beauty in life?
The times, the highs, breaking up your mind.
Can't you hear this beauty in life?

You're too afraid to touch; too afraid you'll like it too much.
The roads, the times, breaking up your mind.
Can't you hear this beauty in life?

One day maybe I will dance again.
One day maybe I will love again
One day maybe we will dance again.
You know you've gotta.
Tie yourself to the mast, my friend, and the storm will end.

One day maybe you will love again.
You've gotta tie yourself to the mast, my friend, and the storm will end.

Live Forever

Maybe I don't really wanna know,
how your garden grows cos I just wanna fly.
Lately did you ever feel the pain,
in the morning rain as it soaks you to the bone.

Maybe I just wanna fly.
Wanna live, I don't wanna die.
Maybe I just wanna breathe.
Maybe I just don't believe.
Maybe you're the same as me,
we see things they'll never see.
You and I are gonna live forever.

I said maybe I don't really wanna know,
how your garden grows cos I just wanna fly.
Lately did you ever feel the pain,
in the morning rain as it soaks you to the bone.

Maybe I will never be
all the things that I wanna be.
But now is not the time to cry,
now's the time to find out why.
I think you're the same as me,
we see things they'll never see.
You and I are gonna live forever.

Love is a laser quest

Do you still feel younger than you thought you would by now?
Or darling have you started feeling old yet?
Don't worry, I'm sure that you're still breaking hearts, with the efficiency that only youth can harness.

And do you still think love is a laser quest?
Or do you take it all more seriously?
I've tried to ask you this, in some daydreams that I've had.
But you're always busy, being make believe.
And do you look into the mirror, to remind yourself, you're there?
Or have somebody's goodnight kisses got that covered?
Well I'm not being honest, I'll pretend that you were just some lover.

Now I can't think of air, without thinking of you.
I doubt that comes as a surprise,
and I can't think of anything to dream about.
I can't find anywhere to hide,
and when I'm hanging on, by the rings around my eyes.
And I convince myself I need another.
For a minute it gets easier to pretend that you were just some lover.

When I'm pipe and slippers and rocking chair.
Singing dreadful songs about summer.
Will I've found a better method of pretending you were just some lover.

Junk of the heart (Happy)

Junk of the heart.
Is junk in my mind,
so hard to leave you all alone.

We get so drunk,
that we can hardly see.
What use is that to you on me, baby.

See, I noticed nothing.
Makes you shatter, no no.
You are a lover of the wild,
and a junker of the heart.
But are you mine?

I wanna make you happy,
I wanna make you feel alive.
Let me make you happy,
I wanna make you feel alive at night.
I wanna make you happy.
You're a good girl, good night.

You seem to be sunk,
but life is no race.
When I'm not happy,
I'm in disgrace.

So I spent time guessing on you.
You're a lover of the wild,
and a junker of the heart.
But are you mine?