Esas pequeñas cosas que nos joden el día v.23

thank you very troll

Métete una dosis de esto antes, capitán.



If you can just get your mind together
Then come on across to me
We'll hold hands and then we'll watch the sunrise
From the bottom of the sea

But first, are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?
Well, I have
I know, I know you probably scream and cry
That your little world won't let you go
But who in your measly little world
Are you trying to prove that
You're made out of gold and, eh, can't be sold

So, are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?
Well, I have

Let me prove you...

Trumpets and violins I can hear in distance
I think they're calling our names
Maybe now you can't hear them, but you will
If you just take hold of my hand

Oh, but are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?
Not necessarily stoned, but beautiful...

y una de...


Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I explain?
Oh, it's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel

The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain

sepul escribió:

entrevista en inglés a las 7 de la tarde y trajeado

Suerrrrrteeeeeeeeee y...



Queremos afoto de traje!! jajaja

Joder, que jodidamente grande es Dylan.

realmente no voy en traje, me he puesto un pantalón oscuro y una camisa de cuadros.

Tienes la entrevista en el Sidecar?

Haz toda la entrevista hablando como Chiquito. A jare nao.

Le veo más de este rollo.

Fallout_3 escribió:

Le veo más de este rollo.

tienes suerte de que tenga youtube capado y no vea el vídeo

jaja una pena

mariousera escribió:

Tienes la entrevista en el Sidecar?

Pero Jabi, que pasa, te largan del curro de ahora?

belcebú escribió:

Métete una dosis de esto antes, capitán.



If you can just get your mind together
Then come on across to me
We'll hold hands and then we'll watch the sunrise
From the bottom of the sea

But first, are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?
Well, I have
I know, I know you probably scream and cry
That your little world won't let you go
But who in your measly little world
Are you trying to prove that
You're made out of gold and, eh, can't be sold

So, are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?
Well, I have

Let me prove you...

Trumpets and violins I can hear in distance
I think they're calling our names
Maybe now you can't hear them, but you will
If you just take hold of my hand

Oh, but are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?
Not necessarily stoned, but beautiful...

Pffffffffffffff!!!

Mucha suerte Jabitxu¡¡¡¡

Esto es de lo que estuvimos hablando en Benicàssim?

No, lo de Benicassim era la hora de cierre.

Mike Patton escribió:

Pero Jabi, que pasa, te largan del curro de ahora?

Que va, que el tío está cotizadísimo, por lo visto... ¿Tu te crees? Con lo troll que es...

MaryFlower escribió:

Esto es de lo que estuvimos hablando en Benicàssim?

hice el lunes una y esta es la segunda del proceso. Aún no sé si me interesa la verdad, pero están muy pesados y, bueno, conocer a gente del mundillo siempre está bien.

Y vas trajeado a hacer una entrevista en inglés y no sabes si te interesa aún? Eres lo más mejor!

Empezará a trollear al tío en plan "Do you know Fuck yea?", "Thank you very troll" y demás... Si lo aguanta; se queda con el curro.

soy un Don Juan de los empleos

Trip in the track! (Era así? )

MaryFlower escribió:

Trip in the track! (Era así? )

Grupazo.