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The Karelia; Vieja banda de Mr. K
Topic Started: Jul 9 2006, 12:34 PM (2,023 Views)
ale_chiba
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Si chicas si lo hicieron alla :D
Esto lo saque del scan de la portada del cd
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OMG!!! quierooooooo!!!! :luv: _____ :luv:

thanks por el dato Ale! :P
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thanx Ale!<3
jacqueline,Oct 10 2006
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Nick es como el dios de los traseros.
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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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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.

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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

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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.

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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.

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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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JAJAJAJAJAJAJA Esas letras! ^_^ Oh, Alex... cada dia me gustas más... :luv:
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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

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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.

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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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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...

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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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Gracias Ale!!

*ejem* *ejem*
Gracias a Naty x el dato:

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La mejor es la de This Coy Dietress sin duda..Alex susurramela al oído :baba:
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yay!!! muchas gracias por las letras Aleee!!!!! :D
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de nadas chicas, es un placer ashudarles ;)

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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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de donde se consiguieron el cd q saco karelia?
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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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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!!!
The Dark of the Matinée...

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Dec 9 2006, 02:28 PM
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!!!

le dire Hagstrom, el rock ve en mis venas...aw Alex matame
(me enamore secretamente de Allan Wylie, el trompetista)
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