29 mar 2010
28 mar 2010
22 mar 2010
Standing Next To Me
Aclaro: No me copan mucho los Arctic Monkeys, y tampoco The Rascalas. Tampoco me conmueven mucho el resto de las canciones de The Last Shadow Puppets. Pero esta cancióoooon! Cómo está!!! Es grandiosa, gloriosa, genial, hermosa, no se, me encanta.
21 mar 2010
Control Yourself
13 mar 2010
6 mar 2010
Choose life
“Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that?”
3 mar 2010
There's something about The Beatles...
6 feb 2010
3 feb 2010
31 ene 2010
24 ene 2010
19 ene 2010
This temporary flesh and bone
Every foolish dream and every compromise,
Every word you spoke and everything you said,
Everything you left me rambles in my head.
17 ene 2010
Cool beans
Hoy amamos a Andy Samberg.
Rod: Hey, Denise, have I ever shown you a picture of my dead dad?
Denise: No.
Rod: Oh, you've gotta see it. He's super dead.
Denise: That's him? He looks so nice. He was a stuntman?
Rod: Oh, yeah. He used to work for Evel Knievel, testing his bikes before big jumps. He would do the jumps first to make sure they were safe and let Evel come in and get all the glory. After a while the old man said, "To hell with that. I want the credit I deserve." So one afternoon, he set out to jump ten milk trucks. He nailed the take-off, but when he landed, something terrible happened. His front tire exploded like a cannonball, and his handle bars went straight through his head. Blood was everywhere. His teeth were ground down to a powder, and the front of his face exploded out the back of his skull. He died instantly... the next day.
Hot Rod
15 ene 2010
12 ene 2010
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