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lunes, 9 de mayo de 2011

HOW CAN THEY SAY, JENNY WON'T YOU COME BACK HOME?
CAUSE EVERYBODY KNOWS YOU DON'T !

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Honey, This Mirror Isn't Big Enough For The Two Of Us

The amount of pills I'm taking counteracts the booze I'm drinking
and this vanity I'm breaking, lets me live my life like this
and well I find it hard to stay, with the words you say
Oh baby let me in
Well I'll choose the life I've taken, never mind the friends I'm making
and the beauty that I'm faking lets me live my life like this
And well I find it hard to stay, with the words you say
Oh baby let me in
And you can cry all you want to, I don't care how much

You'll invest yourself in me, we're not working out
And you can't touch my brother and you can't keep my friends
and we're not working out, we're not working out
This time I mean it, never mind the times I've seen it

Well I hope I'm not mistaken by the news I heard from waking
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and it's hard to say I'm shaken, by the choices that I make
and well I find it hard to stay, with the words you say
Oh baby let me in
Well I'll choose this life I've taken, never mind the friends I'm making
And I get a little shaken, because I live my life like this
And well I find it hard to stay, with the words you say
Oh baby let me in
And you can cry all you want to, I don't care how much

You'll invest yourself in me, we're not working out
And you can't keep my brother, and you won't fuck my friends
and we're not working out, we're not working out
This time I mean it, never mind the times I've seen it

Never again, never again
Oh baby let me in, I'm knocking let me in

THE SHARPEST LIVES

Well it rains and it pours
When you're out on your own
If I crash on the couch
Can I sleep in my clothes?
'Cause I've spent the night dancing
I'm drunk, I suppose
If it looks like I'm laughing
I'm really just asking to leave

This alone, you're in time for the show
You're the one that I need
I'm the one that you loathe
You can watch me corrode like a beast in repose
'Cause I love all the poison
Away with the boys in the band

I've really been on a bender and it shows
So why don't you blow me a kiss before she goes?

Give me a shot to remember
And you can take all the pain away from me
A kiss and I will surrender
The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead
A light to burn all the empires
So bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be
In love with all of these vampires
So you can leave like the sane abandoned me

There's a place in the dark where the animals go
You can take off your skin in the cannibal glow
Juliet loves the beat and the lust it commands
Drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo

I've really been on a bender and it shows
So why don't you blow me a kiss before she goes?

Give me a shot to remember
And you can take all the pain away from me
A kiss and I will surrender
The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead
A light to burn all the empires
So bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be
In love with all of these vampires
So you can leave like the sane abandoned me

Para mí, los personajes de una historia son seres fantásticos, aunque se hable de un banquero. Todos tienen una personalidad de oro puro, con sus detalles y sus manías. Por lo general todos son caractrísitcos por algo, nunca falta el malo, el/la mejor amigo/a, el excéntrico, etc. También puede suceder que el autor se inspire en una persona que conoce para moldear a un personaje. O a veces escribimos lo que quisiéramos ser. A mí particularmente me gustan los personajes que sorprenden. Por ejemplo en "La Aventuras de Huckleerry Finn" cuando Tom está muy mal porque es demasiado fácil rescatar a Jim. Cualquier persona normal estaría feliz, pero él buscaba aventura. Lo mismo sucede cuando lo balean, él no se preocupa, ¡se emociona! Esas cosas la verdad que a uno lo alegran, porque gracias a autores como Mark Twain trato de ver el paraíso en las pequeñas cosas. La verdad que sin personajes excéntricos los libros no serían libros.