I don't care if tomorrow is a new day.
noviembre 05, 2012
mayo 26, 2010
No, It Isn't - Plus 44
Please understand
This isn't just goodbye
This is I can't stand you
This is where the road crashed into the ocean
It rises all around me
And now we're barely breathing
A thousand faces we'll choose to ignore
Curse my enemies forever
Let's slit our wrists and burn down something beautiful
This desperation leaves me overjoyed
With fading lights that lead us past the lives that we destroy
I listen to you cry
A cry for less attention
But both my hands are tied
And I'm pushed into the deep end
I listen to you talk but talk is cheap
And my mouth is filled with blood
From trying not to speak
So search for an excuse
And someone to believe you
In foreign dressing rooms
I'm empty with the need to
Curse my enemies forever
Let's slit our wrists and burn down something beautiful
This desperation leaves me overjoyed
With fading lights that lead us past the lives that we destroy
Curse my enemies forever
Let's slit our wrists and burn down something beautiful
This desperation is leaving me overjoyed
With fading lights that lead us past the lives that we destroy
Please understand
Lay rotting where I fall
I'm dead from bad intentions
Suffocated and embalmed
And now all our dreams are cashed in
You swore you wouldn't lose then lost your brain
You make a sound that feels like pain
So please understand
This isn't just goodbye
This is I can't stand you
written by Recóndita manera de vivir
enero 07, 2010
The Smiths- Pretty Girls Make GRAVES
Upon the sand, upon the bay
"There is a quick and easy way" you say
Before you illustrate
I'd rather state :
"I'm not the man you think I am
I'm not the man you think I am"
And Sorrow's native son
He will not smile for anyone
And Pretty Girls Make Graves
Oh ...
End of the pier, end of the bay
You tug my arm, and say : "Give in to lust,
Give up to lust, oh heaven knows we'll
Soon be dust ... "
Oh, I'm not the man you think I am
I'm not the man you think I am
And Sorrow's native son
He will not rise for anyone
And Pretty Girls Make Graves
Oh really ?
Oh ...
I could have been wild and I could have
Been free
But Nature played this trick on me
She wants it Now
And she will not wait
But she's too rough
And I'm too delicate
Then, on the sand
Another man, he takes her hand
A smile lights up her stupid face
(and well, it would)
I lost my faith in Womanhood
I lost my faith in Womanhood
I lost my faith ...
Oh ...
written by Recóndita manera de vivir
julio 17, 2009
Dashboard Confessional- Saint and Sailors
This is where I say I've had enough
And no one should ever feel the way that I feel now.
A walking open wound,
a trophy display of bruises
And I don't believe that I'm getting any better.
Any better.
Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring
And I'm thinking awful things
I'm pretty sure that few would notice.
And this apartment is starving for an argument.
Anything at all to break the silence.
Wandering this house like
I've never wanted out
And this is about as social as I get now.
And I'm throwing away the letters that I am writing you
Cause they would never do, I would never do.
Never
Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring
And I'm thinking awful things
I'm pretty sure that few would notice.
And this apartment is starving for an argument.
Anything at all to break the silence.
So don't be a liar
Don't say that"everything's working" when everything's broken.
And you smile like a saint but
you curse like a sailor
And your eyes say the jokes on me.
But, I'm not laughing
You're not leaving
Who do I think I am kidding?
When I'm the only one locked in this hell
Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring
And I'm thinking awful things
I'm pretty sure that few would notice.
And this apartment is starving for an argument.
Anything at all to break the silence.
So don't be a liar
Don't say that "everything's working"
when everything's broken.
And you smile like a saint but
you curse like a sailor
And your eyes say the jokes on me.
written by Recóndita manera de vivir
junio 08, 2009
Dashboard Confessional - The Best Deceptions
I heard about your trip
I heard about your souveniers
I heard about the cool breeze, in the cool nights, and the cool guys
That you spent them with
I guess I should have heard of them from you
I guess I should have heard of them from you
Well don't you see, don't you see that the charade is over?
And all the "Best Deceptions" and the "Clever Cover Story" awards
Go to you
So kiss me hard 'cause this will be the last time that I'll let you
You will be back some day
And this awkward kiss that tells of other people's lips
Will be of service
To giving you away
I heard about your regrets
I heard that you were feeling sorry
I heard from someone that you wish you could set things right between us
Well, I guess I should have heard of that from you
I guess I should have heard of that from you
Well don't you see, don't you see that the charade is over?
And all the "Best Deceptions" and the "Clever Cover Story" awards
Go to you
So kiss me hard 'cause this will be the last time that I let you
You will be back someday
And this awkward kiss that screams of other people's lips
Will be of service to giving you away
To giving you away
I'm waiting for blood to flow to my fingers
I'll be all right when my hands get warm
Ignoring the phone, I'd rather say nothing
I'd rather you'd never heard my voice
You're calling too late, too late to be gracious
And you do not warrant long good-byes
You're calling too late
You're calling too late
You're calling too late
written by Recóndita manera de vivir
mayo 22, 2009
Jimmy Eat the World - Kill
Well, you're just across the street;
Looks a mile to my feet;
I wanna go to you.
Funny how I'm nervous still,
I've always been the easy kill;
I guess I always will.
Could it be that everything goes 'round by chance,
Chance,
Chance?
Or only one way that it was always meant to be,
Be?
You kill me you always know the perfect thing to say,
Hey hey,
Hey hey.
I know what I should do but I just,
Can't walk,
Away.
I can picture your face well,
From the bar in my hotel.
I wish I'd go to you.
I pick up, put down the phone.
Like your favorite Heatmiser song goes,
It's just like being alone.
Oh God, please don't tell me this has been in vain,
Vain.
I need answers for what all the waiting I've done means,
Means.
You kill me, you've got some nerve but can't face your mistakes,
Hey hey,
Hey hey.
I know what I should do but I just, Can't turn,Away,
Away,
Away.
So go on, love,
Leave while there's still hope for escape.
You gotta take what you can these days;
There's so much ahead and,
So much regret.
I know what you wanna say,
I know what you wanna say,
I know it, but can't help feeling differently,
I loved you,
And I should have said it,
But tell me, just what has it ever meant?
I can't help it baby, this is who I am,
Am.
I'm sorry but I can't just go turn off how I feel,
Feel.
You kill me, you build me up,
But just to watch me break.
Hey hey,
Hey hey.
I know what I should do but I just,
Can't walk,Away....
written by Recóndita manera de vivir
febrero 11, 2009
Foreverdown- Our Best Shot
Maybe if things were different,
And maybe if you weren't scared
To leave, the things you've known for so long,
Maybe I'm the only one, that sees this happening,
Maybe, it's all just a dream,
And I'm trying so hard, to let this go,
And I'm trying harder, than you'll ever know,
So please don't take this the wrong way, when I say that I think we could be so much more,
And if we try this and we fail, then at least we'll know that we gave it our best shot,
Our best shot,
I know it hasn't been that long, but it sure feels like forever,
And I, never thought I'd get this far,
Maybe this wasn't meant to be, but what if it was,
Maybe, we're both missing out,
And I'm trying so hard, to let this go,
And I'm trying harder, than you'll ever know,
So please don't take this the wrong way, when I say that I think we could be so much more,
And if we try this and we fail, then at least we'll know that we gave it our best shot,
Our best shot,
So please don't take this the wrong way, when I say that I think we could be so much more,
And if we try this and we fail, then at least we'll know that we gave it our best shot,
And if we try this and we fail, then at least we'll know that we gave it our best shot,
Our best shot,
So let's give this our best shot,
written by Recóndita manera de vivir
diciembre 16, 2008
Comeback Kid- Wake the Dead
This is our city of the dead
Another life holds its weary head
We hope, we try, we live, survive
Counting days, trying to get by
Waiting for the calling
Anticipation in the air
We hope and dream of difference
City sleeping, unaware
Break the silence, WAKE THE DEAD
Running through these streets alone
I'll kick and scream, let's break this hold
'Cause I swear, that this won't render useless
I promise you, we've come this far
And I'm not stopping, I'm not stopping now
Enough hiding in shadows
Wake up, send out this message, it's clear
You said, you said, you said
this time was gonna be different
WAKE UP THE DEAD
WAKE UP THE DEAD
Coming alive, something stirs inside
This isn't over yet
Shake off the dirt
Swallow regret
Stop living under the weight
Living under the weight of regret
Your regrets
DON'T LOSE HOPE
Your regrets
DON'T LOSE HOPE
Don't let it happen to you
DON'T LOSE HOPE
Which side are you gonna choose?
'Cause I believe, I believe it's in you RISE!
We said, we said, we said
This time was gonna be different
WAKE UP THE DEAD
WAKE UP THE DEAD
WAKE UP THE DEAD
WAKE UP THE DEAD
written by Recóndita manera de vivir
octubre 22, 2008
Michelle Featherstone - Coffee & Cigarettes
I gave up coffee and cigarettes
I hate to say it hasn’t helped me yet
I thought my problems would just dissipate
And all my pain would be in yesterday
I poured my booze all down the kitchen drain
And watched my bad habits get flushed away
I thought that that would keep my head on straight
And all my pain would be in yesterday
But it’s true
I’m still blue
But I finally know what to do
I must quit, I must quit, you
I thought that if I didn’t go and play
The sadness would get bored and go away
I thought that if I didn’t go astray
That all my pain would be in yesterday
But it’s true
I’m still blue
But I finally know what to do
I must quit, I must quit, you
I sold my guitar and my piano
I thought that it was these that kept me low
I thought if only I could try and change
That all my pain would be in yesterday
But it’s true
I’m still blue
But I finally know what to do
I must quit, I must quit, you
I must quit, I must quit, you
written by Recóndita manera de vivir
octubre 18, 2008
No Love- The Get Up Kids
if i gave everything would you still listen to me?
it could be so much better than this
i don't want you to love me anymore...
than enough
i can't be held accountable if you can't make up your mind
tonight
as much as i would like to
i can't put my hands all over you
if i put myself in that position myself to be immune to you
to keep my heart from breaking if you can't make up your mind
if i came home one last time
think of what the two of us could do
i guess we'll never know
written by Recóndita manera de vivir
septiembre 30, 2008
septiembre 05, 2008
septiembre 03, 2008
Seether and Amy Lee- Broken
I wanted you to know
That I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph
And I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
Your gone away
You don't feel me here, anymore
The worst is over now
And we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There's so much left to learn
And no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away...
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone...
You're gone away, you don't feel me here anymore
written by Recóndita manera de vivir
agosto 24, 2008
Automatic Loveletter- Make-up Smeared Eyes
Left your t-shirt in my room
Still smells of you
And the picture you hung on the door
Lay smashed, picture perfect
Explains now
Clearly nothing left but a memory
We only made out
You never kissed me
That's how I learned to hold back all feeling
Wait, please don't go
I won't stay
All these words on replay
I'm okay
It's all right
Good to know that you're fine
Pretending everything is right to make it better
I'll hide my make-up smeared eyes
To show that I'm fine
Some how you have managed to get under my skin
More than anyone ever did
And if every hole makes a scar
And every scar marks its place
Then I will never live freely without your trace
And it'll never be fair
I wrote my songs for you and you never even cared
So I'll forget you
I'll wash your t-shirt and kill the pillow
And cut you out of pictures
Wait, please don't go
I won't stay
All these words on replay
I'm okay
It's all right
Good to know that you're fine
Pretending everything is right to make it better
I'll hide my make-up smeared eyes
This drama sat shotgun
My eyes rained like autumn
Only the glove box knows how the story goes
Now that this bandage is broken
And the cuts left in open
I'll tell you just one thing
This wasn't worth the sting
written by Recóndita manera de vivir
agosto 23, 2008
30 Minutes- T.A.T.U
Out of sight
Out of mind
Out of time
To decide
Do we run?
Should I hide?
For the rest
Of my life
Can we fly?
Do I stay?
We could lose
We could fail
In the moment
It takes
To make plans
Or mistakes
30 minutes, a blink of an eye
30 minutes,to alter our lives
30 minutes,to make up my mind
30 minutes,to finally decide
30 minutes,to whisper your name
30 minutes,to shoulder the blame
30 minutes,of bliss, thirty lies
30 minutes,to finally decide
Carousels
In the sky
That we shape
With our eyes
Under shade
Silhouettes
Casting shade
Crying rain
Can we fly?
Do I stay?
We could lose
We could fail
Either way
Options change
Chances fail
Trains derail
30 minutes, a blink of an eye
30 minutes,to alter our lives
30 minutes,to make up my mind
30 minutes,to finally decide
30 minutes,to whisper your name
30 minutes,to shoulder the blame
30 minutes,of bliss, thirty lies
30 minutes,to finally decide
To decide
To decide, to decide, to decide
To decide
To decide, to decide, to decide
To decide
[30 Minut]
Zarevet ubezhat
Ili dver na zamok
I molchat I lezhat
Izuchat potolok
I mechtat ne kak vse
Tselovat nebesa
Potolok karusel
Polchasa polchasa
Polchasa poezda pod otkos
Polchasa ne tvoya polosa
Polchasa, polchasa ne vopros
Ne otvet polchasa, polchasa
Polchasa bez tebya, polchasa
Polchasa on I ya, polchasa
Kazhdyi sam, kazhdyi sam Polchasa
po svoim adresam Polchasa
Sorvalas I kak vse
Kak vo sne
Ya ni ya
Ne moya karusel
I mechta ne moya
Ili dym, ili grust
Ili dozhd, po glazam
Ya vernus, ya vernus
Polachasa, polchasa
Polchasa poezda pod otkos
Polchasa ne tvoya polosa
Polchasa, polchasa ne vopros
Ne otvet polchasa, polchasa
Polchasa bez tebya, polchasa
Polchasa on I ya, polchasa
Kazhdyi sam, kazhdyi sam Polchasa
po svoim adresam
Polchasa-a ...
written by Recóndita manera de vivir
julio 28, 2008
Through her Eyes- Dream Theater
Nicholas:
She never really had a chance
On that fateful moonlit night
Sacrificed without a fight
A victim of her circumstance
Now that Ive become aware
And Ive exposed this tragedy
A sadness grows inside of me
It all seems so unfair
Im learning all about my life
By looking through her eyes
Just beyond the churchyard gates
Where the grass is overgrown
I saw the writing on her stone
I felt like I would suffocate
Inloving memory of our child
So innocent, eyes open wide
I felt so empty as I cried
Like part of me had died
Im learning all about my life
By looking through her eyes
And as her image
Wandered through my head
I wept just like a baby
As I lay awake in bed
And I know what its like
To lose someone you love
And this felt just the same
She wasnt given any choice
Desperation stole her voice
Ive been given so much more in life
Ive got a son, Ive got a wife
I had to suffer one last time
To grieve for her and say goodbye
Relive the anguish of my past
To find out who I was at last
The door has opened wide
Im turning with the tide
Looking through her eyes
written by Recóndita manera de vivir
julio 22, 2008
Inconforme e Inapropiado
Suicidio en masa,
Descansa,
Tranquilo,
Quieto,
se prepara...levemente y cobarde,
me tienen,
me agarraron haciendo lo que esperaban que hiciera
en el lugar apropiado
ni siquiera preguntandome que es todo esto
me tienen aquí,
con patas de araña atrapando mi cerebro.
Suicidio en masa,
¿o es qué me agarraron justo?
me hicieron trizas contra el pavimento
me engañaron,
me persiguieron caminando por Callao,
vuelta, dos cuadras, el Celta, la mesa...
me atraparon queriendo de todo
hasta arrinconarme en el lugar apropiado,
tan apropiado que no quiero salir,
tan apropiado que ya no encuentro otras formas de vivir,
me agarraron creyendo que esperaba con esperanza
me atraparon todas las palabras, me paralizaron.
Me desordenaron hasta la total contradicción,
¿o no?
¿o sí?
O todavía puedo decir no...
es mi respuesta favorita.
Si todavía me quedan fuerzas para hacer algo
¿qué?, ¿qué puedo hacer?;
me tienen con mis supuestas salvaciones con la duda marcandome a cada paso,
el daño me permite la felicidad del dolor,
me tienen prefiriendo dolor a una supuesta alegría.
Me agarraron en invierno,
con resaca,
antes de las doce del mediodia del sábado,
me tienen en la telaraña,
me tienen sin querer salir
hundiéndome cada vez más abajo.
Antes sabía...
¿qué sabía?
ahora sé que nada.
Me tienen queriendo
obligándome a teorizar,
intelectualizar,
concientizar,
alguien me advierte...
es desesperación solo eso.
Sigo todavía en el mismo sábado,
a la una de la tarde,
nublado, frío, sin guantes,
con una cerveza en la mano,
Ando calles solitarias,
buscando más bares;
me tienen agarrada a mi máquina de escribir,
atada a mis cosas,
me tienen como quieren
no me tengan
me desespero
no tengo palabras,
y lleno hojas y hojas de pensamientos incoherentes...
me agarraron,
me dejaron,
me soltaron un poco,
tal vez para que crea que puedo...
¡qué tortura!
Estoy cigarrillo tras cigarrillo...
achicando ancias,
hasta que me duermo,
me muero,
me desmayo,
me caigo,
me pego contra la pared,
no puedo vomitar no puedo vomitar.
El suelo se mueve,
y las paredes están quietas,
al menos tengo una perspectiva
con la luz...roja...amarilla...verde.
Me tienen haciéndome hablar cosas coherentes,
cuando en realidad mejor no digo nada.
Me tienen así,
y me tienen vibrandome las venas de ansiedad, de sed...
ansiedad por más,
me tienen con ir más rápido hasta que no puedo parar
me calmo,
vuelvo en soledad.
Pienso automatizar algunos descansos.
pienso que sino no hace falta que me suicide,
porque me muero.
Me tienen con mis escritos
y mi 'no hay salida'
cada vez más fácil.
Me invento algunas reconciliaciones con el entorno,
pero...¡que me importa!,
todo por un trago
ahora,
ya,
no mañana,
cuando no esté...
¿y si estoy qué?
Me tienen con mi fanzine,
mi banda,
mi dicurso...egoísta, autocompasivo, monotemático
decime ¿qué?
yo no sé
tengo que buscar continuamente las formas de vivir
vos también te pasa lo mismo...
me olvidé de vos...
me olvidé de vos...
me olvidé.-
written by Recóndita manera de vivir