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| The Karelia; Vieja banda de Mr. K | |
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| ale_chiba | Jul 21 2006, 07:01 PM Post #61 |
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Fabulously lazy
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Si chicas si lo hicieron alla
:D Esto lo saque del scan de la portada del cd Posted Image |
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| *fabulously_lazy* | Jul 21 2006, 07:27 PM Post #62 |
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*Nick was here*
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OMG!!! quierooooooo!!!! :luv: _____ :luv: thanks por el dato Ale! :P |
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| Ninde | Jul 22 2006, 10:53 PM Post #63 |
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Beautiful dance-whore
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q genial! ojala aki hubiera llegado, peor lo veo bien difícil ¬¬ :bua: bueno, revise la pagina y sta bastanta actualizada, aunq me causó gracia q se refiera (la bio) más a ALex sis e supone q tenía q hablar de la banda :lol: |
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| ale_chiba | Aug 2 2006, 08:57 PM Post #64 |
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Fabulously lazy
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Las letras (por si aun no las encontraban ;)) Crazy Irritation Suppose you’re sick of being dull, distraught that you may not be special. There’s a way you can transform [Your nuclide cells of brandy wall?] into a charming social storm by hearing words of wise advice that: Everybody loves a loony! Loonies are so bad. Everybody loves a loony. Loonies are so mad. Loonies have so much attention, they must intrigue where you’re ignored. People even think they’re good at-- Now you’ve realized your state as disregarded social castrate, you yearn the golden glare of conversational risen so the mob can stare by hearing words of wise advice: Everybody loves a loony! Loonies are so bad. Everybody loves a loony. Loonies are so mad. Loonies have so much attention, they must intrigue while you’re ignored People even think they’ve got big-- But if you’re scared of being mentally unwell, just you relax, there’s no need for a padded cell To be loopy, you don’t need to break your brain The trick is to remain inane while seeming so insane Everybody loves a loony Everybody loves a loony. Everybody loves a loony... Are you smug that you are plain but dropped the tedium and gained what you believe to be a charm and others saw a (hectic?) phony irritating wacky smarm from this hearing wise advice that: Everybody loathes a loony. Everyone knows that! Everybody loathes a loony. Loonies are such pratts. Looneys have so much attention, they irritate, can’t be ignored. Loonies leave you-- bored. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dancing Alone To Nekrotaphion Old boys seek a man And the men marry women Who the girls that you’d think the boys are the men they’re married to Forget that the girls are the boys and that women are the same as the men For together they grow old Everybody old Whoa, ho, old Everybody old Old Every cat that eats a mouse that is fed on the rubbish While the cat on the flat has snack in an ever-turning ring that rotates through the food And the bellies on line reach the moon For together they grow old Everybody old Oh, ho, old Everybody old Old Every time that a mother and a father have an argument The two of you could what they do who as the privilege Of use as the aura of the few who fortunately love to be doing what they do As together they grow old Everybody old Oh, ho, old Everybody old Old Two, Three, Four -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Divorce At High Noon I’m sorry, my dear. I know it may hurt, my dear. Oh, but I must, my dear divorce this dead love, my dear. I feel quite cold now that I know all your features, all your charms just as if they were my own. I feel quite bored now that we’ve shared every secret, every thought, every fear and every fault. I’m divorcing my dear only for you, my dear so you can become my dear just like my old dear, dear. I feel quite cold now that I know all your features, all your charms just as if they were my own. I feel quite bored now that we’ve shared every secret, every thought, every fear and every fault. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Exxageration I made you come But But I don’t resole I see you longing for your romantic memories. My patience cannot last As I see you recreate the dunning(?) of your past as caricatures to emulate. Oh, I take my sweet little minutes I cannot recall others I throw my guts in buckets As I try to lose I try to I take my shots in dribbles I sniff in baked soda I like to stroke my As I try to lose exaggeration. To bloom I am a twisted memory who does not what he’s done and is not what he used to be. Another one is dreaming of someone who is gone to bring me to my twisted jealousy. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Garavurghty Butes When I was in my final years of being a schoolboy, I had a friend who, though not the most intellectual of teenagers was still quite charming. We enjoyed pissing away our educational opportunities together in the house left empty during school hours by his careless parents. Once avoiding a particularly dismal stretch of mathematics, I was admitted to this haven of sloth and ignorance, only to disturb a vivid argument he was engaged in with a girl, now his wife, he was engaged to. He, with a waning sense of calm, was saying, "It has, dear. Of course it has." While she was retorting in the not-so- affected tones of a retard: "Unh! Stupid! No it hasn’t!" Although perplexed and intrigued, it was soon apparent that I was not to be invited to join them in their verbal trench warfare. For ten minutes they simply repeated their statements, stressing them slightly differently each time: "Yes it has." "No it hasn’t." "Yes it has." "No it hasn’t." "Yes it has." "No it hasn’t." Et cetera, et cetera. I was left to watch, not daring to interfere, with no idea of what it was that may or may not have something that was or was not, I just did not know. Eventually a point of desperation seemed to be reached. And he sighed. "You really believe that it hasn’t?" "Aha! Absolutely." Aha. Concentration twisted his sweaty brow. "Okay then. If the moon has got no gravity, how can the spacemen stick to it then?" "Unh! Stupid! Stupid! The spacemen stick to the moon because, uh, they wear, uh, GARAVURGHTY BUTES! GARAVURGHTY BUTES! GARAVURGHTY BUTES!" |
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| Nastasya | Aug 2 2006, 09:02 PM Post #65 |
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gin in teacups
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JAJAJAJAJAJAJA Esas letras! ^_^ Oh, Alex... cada dia me gustas más... :luv: |
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| ale_chiba | Aug 2 2006, 09:03 PM Post #66 |
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Fabulously lazy
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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Life in a barrat garret So many people People settle down I want to be part of a small suburban town I want net curtains to catch the pink of dawn I want some corduroys with which to mow the lawn So let's not lie We're quite plain And find this life Of filthy strain Rather tiresome And I do dream of Tranquility As semi-detachedly As fate meant me to be I don't really want a Ford Orion. So many people People settle down Have dinner parties to invite the boss around I want stone cladding On my pebbledash Electric clippers for my middle-class mustache. So let's not lie I cannot live within this vile alternative Squalid style And I do dream of Tranquility As semi-detachedly As fate meant me to be I don't really want a Ford Sierra. So many people Are pension plan secure Take yearly holidays Through 10-day package tours I want two bathrooms in which to lay my stool I want some offspring to send to private schools So let's go straight I am a snob and I do hate life with little job in office And I do dream of Tranquility As semi-detachedly As fate meant me to be And I don't really want a Ford Grenada. So many people People settle down Why don't we share part of a small suburban town? Try not to sneer Please suffocate your scorn I love suburban heaven for in heaven I was born -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Love's a clichè Feels like I’m falling, I’ve been falling for a mile. Took time to realize I’ve been falling for your smile. Love’s a cliché. Love’s a cliché. Well hey, so dark and dreamy, so vapid and (benign?) Feel like I’m melting like a Lurpac butter guy. Took time to realize I’ve been melting when you sigh. Love’s a cliché. Love’s a cliché. Well hey, so sweet and creamy. The taste it doesn’t part. Feel like a captive who’s just waiting ('till he ties?) Took time to realize I’m held captive by your eyes. Love’s a cliché. Love’s a cliché. Well hey, so soft and bleaching, how the passion leaves you dry. Get down, get together, Get to your get-together, get down, don’t be tethered. Wear high heels and a feather, Get down, get together. This break is so irrelevant, still irrelevant now. Seemed we were happy, we were almost satisfied. But I’m acidic and you don’t go out with guys. Love’s a cliché. Love's a cliché, well hey, Love's a cliché. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nostalgia (Speaking): I like old fashioned music It’s been life, too sepia All expenses, so much deeper Take a sip of old port wine Feel them out what you design Reminisce about what we’ve done And of what’s been what we’ve won Recall those party nights Where the highs were higher than high Oh but come, come Who can match what we have done? No nostalgia Let’s redefine the past Oh, nostalgia Let’s redefine the past Let’s redefine the past now Crackle up your gramophone Reel around romantic tones Sit back in your rocking chair Warm beneath your gloving(?) pair Take a sigh of deep content Tenderly our past is spent Subtle hints and blatant lies Exaggerate those high highs Oh but come, come Who can match what we have done? No nostalgia Let’s redefine the past Oh, nostalgia Let’s redefine the past Let’s redefine the past now But as the hours get older And your warm thoughts grow colder As mystic thoughts get bolder I know I’m far too sober, far too sober Sober, sober, sober And now You find The time You haven’t slept You, you grasp at song That'll let you live in memories Oh, nostalgia Let’s redefine the past Oh, nostalgia Let’s redefine the past Let’s redefine the past now Rest around your open fire So warm and happily tired Slip out of your leather brogues Rest the blisters on your toes Drug over this aching sense Of painful present tense Talk as if pathetic highs Mean that we’ve had worthwhile lives Oh, nostalgia -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Remorse at High Noon I’m sorry, my dear, but I did not know, my dear that you alone, my dear are dear to me only, dear. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Say Try How can you say try? Trying’s so tiring. And why do you aspire to be what you need not be? All that we need is never to need more than to be. down, down, down, have to stay down, down, down, we belong down, down, down, we must stay... Sleep calmly when you nothing so leave me be, you have all you need No one has nothing and nobody’s--have to stay down, down, down have to stay down, down, down, we belong down, down, down, we must stay down. Do because we do Do because we want you to Do we because you do because we want you to You because we do Do what we want you to Do what we use To keep you down, down down, have to stay down, down, down, we belong down, down, down, we must stay down. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tension I’m not angry, I’m just frustrated. What your hearing is my cynic grin I don’t know what cracks or snaps but this attack is part of my relaxing. As I seethe my words seem understated. What you’re hearing is my tearing skin I don’t care what brittle fractures crack if I can black out and relax. When I speak my tongue it feels sedated. My temper tantrum balance is I don’t know what fuzz is masking what I say or what I’m asking all I want to do is to relax. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The infinite duration Do you remember, remember that night? Oh, when I held you in my heart so tight? Oh, your slender neck was so gentle and light. I’d never seen you so graceful or calm. It’s those sort of moments I’d love to embalm. Oh, you’re mine forever more. Oh, you’re mine forever more. Yes you’re mine forever more. May I remind you how still you lay? You sounded so peaceful with nothing to say. And as I kissed you your lips grew cold, as cool as an ageless beauty of old. Oh, you’re mine forever more. Oh, you’re mine forever more. Yes you’re mine forever more... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To His Coy Dietress Take me tenderly, if you could salivate, I would appreciate that. Could you, you could, you know All that is good is so bad This fat is teasing me Does your appetite whet you and let you forget your vows? I wait on this chilly plate trying to titillate Tickle my raspberry nippes so gingerly You want me, I know, I can see by the greed in your eyes. There could have been others, but none of such sickening size The sensation is sweet But time passes so [quickly?], So why don’t you eat me? Could you encircle me with lips that a-quiver and drip for me? I’m whipped and I’m stiff and I want to be licked There’s bits that taste quite sugary Damn your piety! What can you gain from cold restraint? The strain that sings, it’s spilling like cream How can you watch it turn? Mmmmm You want me, I know, I can see by the greed in your eyes. There could have been others, but none of such sickening size The sensation is sweet But time passes so quickly, So why don’t you Eat me? |
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| jacqueline | Aug 2 2006, 09:07 PM Post #67 |
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Gracias Ale!! *ejem* *ejem* Gracias a Naty x el dato: SE CONSIGUE EN DISQUERÍAS LEF!! http://www.distrilef.com |
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You can listen to it quiet, but it's better loud. You can listen to it during the day, but it's better at night. ![]() facebook | last.fm | fotolog Tonight: Franz Ferdinand · Contanos tu opinión del nuevo disco acá | |
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| Queenie | Aug 3 2006, 07:55 PM Post #68 |
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A voice in your earpiece
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La mejor es la de This Coy Dietress sin duda..Alex susurramela al oído :baba: |
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| *fabulously_lazy* | Aug 3 2006, 08:57 PM Post #69 |
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*Nick was here*
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yay!!! muchas gracias por las letras Aleee!!!!! :D |
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| ale_chiba | Aug 3 2006, 09:35 PM Post #70 |
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Fabulously lazy
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de nadas chicas, es un placer ashudarles ;) |
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| Hagstrom | Dec 6 2006, 07:31 PM Post #71 |
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Your villain
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Jajaja ayer me tuve que tragar mis risas con la cancion Garavurghty Butes y las voces que hace el Alex...STUPID! :doh: Ahhh...Karelia no era Malo.Era en realidad bastante decente,no comun,pero...por otra parte que bueno que no funciono.Si no,no tendriamos FRANZZZ FUCKING FERDINAND! :woot: |
The Dark of the Matinée...
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| Flopy_darkmoon | Dec 8 2006, 01:49 PM Post #72 |
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A voice in your earpiece
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de donde se consiguieron el cd q saco karelia? |
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| Verisinthe Le Blanche | Dec 8 2006, 03:32 PM Post #73 |
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The reason I'm leaving
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G-a-r-a-v-u-r-g-h-t-y (si pude) Love's a cliche en frances ....pasala"!!!!!!!! pr fa y si te aseguro que lo hacia desde bebe (el eye-sex, eye-rape y el levantado de cejas) Ya lo tengo y viene con el video!!!lo consegii en Tower Records y si existia el Internet en el 97 y eso quiere decir que....soy fan de Alex desde que tengo 5 años por que mi primo grande me lo ponia cuando yo era peque!!!!! |
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| Hagstrom | Dec 9 2006, 02:28 PM Post #74 |
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Your villain
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Yo consegui el disco en una tienda llamada Mix-up. Aqui esta el link si lo quieres online. http://www.mixup.com.mx/mixup/product.asp?...&subdept_id=106 Y Le Blanche...que buenos gustos tiene tu primo!!! |
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| Verisinthe Le Blanche | Dec 9 2006, 07:55 PM Post #75 |
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The reason I'm leaving
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le dire Hagstrom, el rock ve en mis venas...aw Alex matame (me enamore secretamente de Allan Wylie, el trompetista) |
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