Bits and pieces

VERSIÓN: Bei Mir Bist du Schoen (incompleta, de momento)

Recuperando una canción descartada, The empty inspirator. 

Nueva canción: Wolves.

There’s mud on your knees and grass in your hair

“I know of a place, let me take you there”

And somehow you led me into a park

Now I know why, it’s so dark

The park turned to forest

And out came the creatures

The park turned to forest

And out came the creatures

“They’re wolves like me”

“They’re wolves like me”

“They’re wolves like me”

“They’re wolves like me”

They just want a bite

An itty-bitty bite

And I’m not scared

Why am I not scared?

They’re so hungry

They’re so hungry

They’re just like me

They’re just like me

ORIGINAL: Broken Mirrors

I feel your eyes

across the room, they fly

and I cannot resist

the way that they persist

We keep our heads high

We both should be ashamed

But we don’t even try

We always fought in vain

We were made to sin

were made to grin at strangers

soothe our anger

play with fire

We crossed the line again

we marched into the danger

The broken mirrors

brought us here

We feel brave now

but what when they find out

truth always comes out

what can we say

We’ll say…

We were made to sin

Were made to grin at strangers

Soothe the anger

Taste the fire

We crossed the line again

we marched into the danger

The broken mirrors

brought us here

VERSIÓN: Whatever Lola Wants

Whatever Lola wants
Lola gets
And little man, little Lola wants you
Make up your mind to have no regrets
Recline yourself, resign yourself, you’re through
I always get what I aim for
And your heart’n soul is what I came for

Whatever Lola wants
Lola gets,
Take off your coat
Don’t you know you can’t win?
You’re no exception to the rule,
I’m irresistible, you fool, give in!…Give in!…Give in!

I always get what I aim for
And you heart’n soul is what I came for
…Lola wants
…Lola gets
…You’ll never win
I’m irresistible, you fool,
Give in…Give in…Give in.

RELEASE AND RESTRAIN, nueva canción. ¡Terminada! Lo bueno, si breve…

Letra:

I’ve got this hunger in me

Devours my soul and leaves

I’m empty as before

So fill me up one more

To sins and pleasures that will break their heart

To guilt and pressure from the rules they were taught

The game is on and you won’t escape

The vicious circle of release and restrain

and restrain, and restrain, and restrain.

I try to understand the reasons why

But when I find them I go on with my life

The game is strong and I can’t escape

The vicious thrill of release and restrain,

and restrain, and restrain, and restrain.

Playlist con canciones viejas y nuevas

ORIGINAL: Let’s talk straight.

I’ve got the music but I don’t have any words
You know, I’m a little bit insecure
And I don’t wanna sing a love song
Cause they’re all the same
So let’s talk straight

Well…
I’ve been sleeping around
And the only thing I found is
I don’t like sleeping around

Cause…
Most men are stuck
Haven’t gotta clue of what they want
And it get’s confused with what they’re taught

I’ve been waiting
For someone to
Inspire me
And make me believe

And I cant wait
I can’t play games
So let’s talk straight
Let’s talk straight
Let’s talk straight

The Spell, tocada en La hora del té, inauguración de la exposición de dibujos de b.

La Barroka. Vigo, 9 de abril 2011.

ORIGINAL: Staring at the screen. Nueva canción :) Es corta, pero de momento no me apetece extenderla más.

Simplemente yo. De noche. Tranquila y feliz.

Te doy unos puntos suspensivos

para que rellenes lo que me debes.

Están suspendidos en el aire,

colgando sobre nosotros

como la espada de Damocles.

Pero mis puntos acaban siendo

como una danza de la lluvia.

Fútil, impronunciada.

Señales de humo

que se disipan.

Callas

y me voy. Afilada.

Derrotada en tu indiferencia.

…

VERSIÓN: WILL YOU STILL LOVE ME TOMORROW

Estaba escuchando esta canción de The Shirelles y me apetecía grabarla. Es de esas canciones que puedo escuchar hasta el infinito.

ORIGINAL: COPLA DE MALA BABA

Dices que el silencio otorga

Y si hablo simplemente miento

Pero es que todo es más sencillo

Tus palabras se las lleva el viento

Usas la pena como dagas

Pero a mí las sanguijuelas no me hacen nada

Tu falta de luces te ilumina

Y yo sólo tengo que doblar la esquina