jueves, 31 de julio de 2008
miércoles, 30 de julio de 2008
martes, 29 de julio de 2008
lunes, 28 de julio de 2008
Sometimes
You hit the spot send a heatwave through my brain
Another shot of an antidote for pain
When I get the fear gets down to the bone
A briefly (groove continues)
When you're near I don't feel alone
You hit the spot everybody makes me cringe
It's worth a shot I'd rather burn than singe
When the walls close in I feel crushed
I'll take your calls I'll take your loving touch
Oh ooh baby your love gives me all
Even when this world makes my skin crawl
You hit the spot wipe out the rest of the world
Don't ask me what you're doing here my girl
A natural thing among these substitutes
You wear the ring I wear the monkey suit
Oh yeah Oh oh yeah
You hit the spot look out look out look out look out
What you haven't got you always worry about
These tangled hours we just can't unwind
Won't interfere leaving them behind
Oh ooh baby your love gives me all
Even when this world makes my skin crawl
You hit the spot don't do this again
You seem to blot out all the pain
When I get the fear gets down to the bone
When you're near I don't feel alone
Oh oh yeah
Oh oh yeah
Spot spot spot - Yeah, you hit the spot
Spot spot spot - You just seem to blot
Spot spot spot - out all the pain
Spot spot spot - But don't miss again
Spot spot spot - You hit the spot
Spot spot spot - You hit the spot
You hit the spot - Hit it hit it hit it
Smile
"I consider myself first and foremost a music fan, and second a songwriter," says Feder. "So I think writing a great pop song is more of an art than churning out some self-important, experimental crap that only the cool kids are gonna like."
The power of pop
The power of pop
domingo, 27 de julio de 2008
batecs
Elvis Costello-Drum&Bone
Beneath a hide of pain
You'll find a soul of stain
While fists still beat
At heart's deceit
And I'm trying to do the best I can
But I'm a limited, primitive kind of man
Maybe with nothing but a drum and drone
I want to beat it 'til I get unknown
viernes, 25 de julio de 2008
miércoles, 23 de julio de 2008
lunes, 21 de julio de 2008
domingo, 20 de julio de 2008
Fisch im wasser
http://www.trendsnow.net/trends_now_/2007/08/fish-bowls-by-r.html
Sie will ein Fisch im Wasser sein
Im flaschengrünen, tiefen See.
Sie will mit Wasser sich besaufen
Und paar Blasen blubbern lassen
Was sie dann will,
Sas ist mit Neptun schweigen
Und in Ruhe tun, was sie sonst nie tut,
Was sie sonst nicht kann und soll.
Nina Hagen
sábado, 19 de julio de 2008
viernes, 18 de julio de 2008
Orejas, Manos, Boca
Orejas
Manos
La vida y la muerte bordada en la boca tenía Merceditas, la del guardarropa. La
[ la. 'i. a. la. 'me. te. o. 'a. a. en. la. 'o. ka. te. 'na. me. e. 'i. tas] [la. 'el. a. a. 'ro. pa] [ .
del guardarropa del tablao de "El Lacio", un gitano falso, ex-bufón de palacio,
'el. a. a. 'ro. pa. 'el. . '. '. '. ] ['n. . '. . '. ] [ '. . 'n. . . '. ]
alcahuete noble que al oír los tiros recogió sus capas y se pegó el piro. Se acabó
[. . '. . '. . '. . '. . '. . . . '. '. '. . . . . '. '. ] ['. . '.
el jaleo, y el racionamiento le llenó el bolsillo y montó este invento, en donde "El
. 'o] ['. . '. . 'n. . . . '. . '. . n. '. . 'n. ] [n. 'n. .
Palmo" lloró cantando... Ay, mi amor, sin ti no entiendo el despertar. Ay, mi amor,
'. . . '. n. 'n. ] ['] [ . '] [n. '. n. 'n. . . . '] ['. . ']
sin ti mi cama es ancha. Ay, mi amor, que me desvela la verdad...entre tú y yo, la
[n. '. . '. . '. ] ['] [. '] [. . . '. . . . '] [n. . '. ] [
soledad y un manojillo de escarcha. Mil veces le pide y mil veces que nones, de
. e. '. . . .'. . . '. ] [. '. . . '. . . '. . . '. ] [.
compartir sueños, cama y macarrones. Le dice, burlona, carita gitana: "¿cómo
. . '. '. ] ['. . . . '. ] [. '. ] [. '. ] [. '. . . '. ] ['.
hacer buen vino de una cepa enana?". Y Curro se muerde los labios y calla, pues
. . . '. . '. . '. . '. ] [i. '. . . '. . . '. . . ''. ] ['.
no hizo la mili por no dar la talla. Y quien calla otorga, como dice el dicho... y Curro
'. . . '. . . . '. . '. ] [i. n. '. . '. ] ['. . '. . '. ] [i. '.
se muere por ese mal bicho.
. '. . . '. . . '. ]
Romance de Curro El Palmo. (J.M. Serrat)
Antonio Vega
Boca
Manos
La vida y la muerte bordada en la boca tenía Merceditas, la del guardarropa. La
[ la. 'i. a. la. 'me. te. o. 'a. a. en. la. 'o. ka. te. 'na. me. e. 'i. tas] [la. 'el. a. a. 'ro. pa] [ .
del guardarropa del tablao de "El Lacio", un gitano falso, ex-bufón de palacio,
'el. a. a. 'ro. pa. 'el. . '. '. '. ] ['n. . '. . '. ] [ '. . 'n. . . '. ]
alcahuete noble que al oír los tiros recogió sus capas y se pegó el piro. Se acabó
[. . '. . '. . '. . '. . '. . . . '. '. '. . . . . '. '. ] ['. . '.
el jaleo, y el racionamiento le llenó el bolsillo y montó este invento, en donde "El
. 'o] ['. . '. . 'n. . . . '. . '. . n. '. . 'n. ] [n. 'n. .
Palmo" lloró cantando... Ay, mi amor, sin ti no entiendo el despertar. Ay, mi amor,
'. . . '. n. 'n. ] ['] [ . '] [n. '. n. 'n. . . . '] ['. . ']
sin ti mi cama es ancha. Ay, mi amor, que me desvela la verdad...entre tú y yo, la
[n. '. . '. . '. ] ['] [. '] [. . . '. . . . '] [n. . '. ] [
soledad y un manojillo de escarcha. Mil veces le pide y mil veces que nones, de
. e. '. . . .'. . . '. ] [. '. . . '. . . '. . . '. ] [.
compartir sueños, cama y macarrones. Le dice, burlona, carita gitana: "¿cómo
. . '. '. ] ['. . . . '. ] [. '. ] [. '. ] [. '. . . '. ] ['.
hacer buen vino de una cepa enana?". Y Curro se muerde los labios y calla, pues
. . . '. . '. . '. . '. ] [i. '. . . '. . . '. . . ''. ] ['.
no hizo la mili por no dar la talla. Y quien calla otorga, como dice el dicho... y Curro
'. . . '. . . . '. . '. ] [i. n. '. . '. ] ['. . '. . '. ] [i. '.
se muere por ese mal bicho.
. '. . . '. . . '. ]
Romance de Curro El Palmo. (J.M. Serrat)
Antonio Vega
Boca
jueves, 17 de julio de 2008
Admitmios omentarios, aren't it?
God is a concept,
by which we can measure,
our pain,
I'll say it again,
God is a concept,
by which we can measure,
our pain,
I don't believe in magic,
I don't believe in I-ching,
I don't believe in bible,
I don't believe in tarot,
I don't believe in Hitler,
I don't believe in Jesus,
I don't believe in Kennedy,
I don't believe in Buddha,
I don't believe in mantra,
I don't believe in Gita,
I don't believe in yoga,
I don't believe in kings,
I don't believe in Elvis,
I don't believe in Zimmerman,
I don't believe in Beatles,
I just believe in me,
Yoko and me,
And that's reality.
The dream is over,
What can I say?
1. The dream is over,
2. Yesterday, I was dreamweaver, but now I'm reborn,
3. I was the walrus, but now I'm John,
And so, dear friends,
You just have to carry on,
The dream is over..
and
now
something completly different
by which we can measure,
our pain,
I'll say it again,
God is a concept,
by which we can measure,
our pain,
I don't believe in magic,
I don't believe in I-ching,
I don't believe in bible,
I don't believe in tarot,
I don't believe in Hitler,
I don't believe in Jesus,
I don't believe in Kennedy,
I don't believe in Buddha,
I don't believe in mantra,
I don't believe in Gita,
I don't believe in yoga,
I don't believe in kings,
I don't believe in Elvis,
I don't believe in Zimmerman,
I don't believe in Beatles,
I just believe in me,
Yoko and me,
And that's reality.
The dream is over,
What can I say?
1. The dream is over,
2. Yesterday, I was dreamweaver, but now I'm reborn,
3. I was the walrus, but now I'm John,
And so, dear friends,
You just have to carry on,
The dream is over..
and
now
something completly different
martes, 15 de julio de 2008
just silly popo'fugue
Well, I've been waiting,
waiting here so long
but
thinking nothing,
nothing could go wrong,
ooh now I know
She has a built in ability to take everything she sees
And now it seems I'm falling, falling for her.
She seems to have an invisible touch, yeah
She reaches in, and grabs right hold of your heart
She seems to have an invisible touch, yeah
It takes control and slowly tears you apart.
Well, I don't really know her,
I only know her name
But she crawls under your skin, youre never quite the same,
and now I Know
She's got something you just can't trust
It's something mysterious
And now it seems I'm falling, falling for her.
She seems to have an invisible touch, yeah
She reaches in, and grabs right hold of your heart
She seems to have an invisible touch, yeah
It takes control and slowly tears you apart.
She seems to have an invisible touch, yeah
She reaches in, and grabs right hold of your heart
She seems to have an invisible touch, yeah
It takes control and slowly tears you apart.
She dont like losing, to her its still a game
And though she will mess up your life,
You'll want her just the same,
and now I know
She has a built in ability to take everything she sees
And now it seems Ive fallen, fallen for her.
She seems to have an invisible touch, yeah
She reaches in, and grabs right hold in your heart
She seems to have an invisible touch, yeah
It takes control and slowly tears you apart.
She seems to have an invisible touch, ooh
She seems to have an invisible touch, yeah
She seems it takes control and ... nowI know
I can dance
Free yourself
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee
thus spoke the prophet Muhammad Ali
Free Mike Tyson and Ice T
Free every mother and the B.B.C.
One for sorrow two for joy
three for a girl and four for a boy
Free the police and the C.I.A.
Reggie Kray and the I.R.A.
Free yourself
Free yourself
Free your conscience
free your soul
Free your mind and your ass will follow
Free the heroes and villains too
Chinaman caucasian blackman Jew
Free Mary Jo Anna and L.S.D.
Free every mother plus you and me
Free Mao Tse Tung and J.F.K.
Jesus Christ and the U.S.A.
I know about the way you feel
'Cause I can feel your pain
I know about the way you feel
It's happening to me again
Free yourself
Free yourself
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee
thus spoke the prophet Muhammad Ali
Free Mike Tyson and Ice T
Free every mother and the B.B.C.
I said one for sorrow two for joy
Three for a girl and four for a boy
Free the police and the C.I.A.
Jesus Christ and the U.S.A.
I know about the way you feel
'Cause I can feel your pain
I know about the way you feel
It's happening to me again
Free yourself
Free yourself
Free yourself
Free yourself
http://www.box.net/shared/itgbvyrcw4
The Godfathers
Lyrics
Myspace
thus spoke the prophet Muhammad Ali
Free Mike Tyson and Ice T
Free every mother and the B.B.C.
One for sorrow two for joy
three for a girl and four for a boy
Free the police and the C.I.A.
Reggie Kray and the I.R.A.
Free yourself
Free yourself
Free your conscience
free your soul
Free your mind and your ass will follow
Free the heroes and villains too
Chinaman caucasian blackman Jew
Free Mary Jo Anna and L.S.D.
Free every mother plus you and me
Free Mao Tse Tung and J.F.K.
Jesus Christ and the U.S.A.
I know about the way you feel
'Cause I can feel your pain
I know about the way you feel
It's happening to me again
Free yourself
Free yourself
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee
thus spoke the prophet Muhammad Ali
Free Mike Tyson and Ice T
Free every mother and the B.B.C.
I said one for sorrow two for joy
Three for a girl and four for a boy
Free the police and the C.I.A.
Jesus Christ and the U.S.A.
I know about the way you feel
'Cause I can feel your pain
I know about the way you feel
It's happening to me again
Free yourself
Free yourself
Free yourself
Free yourself
http://www.box.net/shared/itgbvyrcw4
The Godfathers
Lyrics
Myspace
PAC - Poesia Asistida por Computadora
2006 Eugenio Tisselli
¿Sin inspiración? Utilice el sistema PAC, siguiendo estos sencillos pasos, y verá cómo la musa cibernética se asoma a la ventana (de su navegador).
Escriba en el campo dispuesto a tal efecto un "verso base", y haga click en el botón "Siguiente". Por favor utilice versos cortos, tales como "el crepúsculo dorado me quiebra", o "adoro a mi perro".
Una herramienta para poetas bloqueados - según su autor -.
No se pierde nada con probar... : http://www.motorhueso.net/pac/
¿Sin inspiración? Utilice el sistema PAC, siguiendo estos sencillos pasos, y verá cómo la musa cibernética se asoma a la ventana (de su navegador).
Escriba en el campo dispuesto a tal efecto un "verso base", y haga click en el botón "Siguiente". Por favor utilice versos cortos, tales como "el crepúsculo dorado me quiebra", o "adoro a mi perro".
Una herramienta para poetas bloqueados - según su autor -.
No se pierde nada con probar... : http://www.motorhueso.net/pac/
lunes, 14 de julio de 2008
Mots
PASSIONNÉMENT
Guérasim Luca
pas pas paspaspas pas
pasppas ppas pas paspas
le pas pas le faux pas le pas
paspaspas le pas le mau le mauve
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il passe il pas pas il passe le pas
du pas du pape du pape sur le pape
du pas du passe passepasse passi
le sur le le pas le passi passi passi
pissez sur le pape sur papa sur le sur
la sur la pipe du papa du pape pissez en masse
passe passe passi passepassi la passe
la basse passi passepassi la passio passiobasson
le bas le pas passion le basson et et pas le basso
do pas paspas do passe passiopassion do ne do ne domi ne
passi ne dominez pas ne dominez pas vos passions passives
ne ne domino vos passio vos vos ssis vos passio ne dodo vos vos dominos d’or
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vos ne dominez pas vos ne vos ne do do
minez minez vos nations ni mais do minez ne do ne mi pas
pas vos rats vos passionnantes rations de rats de pas pas passe
passio minez pas minez pas vos passions vos vos rationnants ragoûts de rats dévo dévorez-les dévo dédo do domi dominez pas cet a cet avant-goût de ragoût de pas de passe de passi de pasigraphie gra phiphie graphie phie de phie phiphie phéna phénakiki phénakisti coco phénakisticope phiphie phopho phiphie photo do do dominez do photo mimez phiphie photomicrographiez vos goûts ces poux chorégraphiques phiphie de vos dégoûts de vos dégâts pas pas ça passio passion de ga coco kistico ga les dégâts pas le pas pas passiopas passion passion passioné né né il est né de la né de la néga ga de la néga de la négation passion gra cra
crachez cra crachez sur vos nations cra de la neige il est il est né passioné né il est né à la nage à la rage
il est né à la né à la nécronage cra rage il il est né de la né de la néga néga ga cra
crachez de la né de la ga pas néga négation passion passionné nez pasionném
je je t’ai je t’aime je je je jet je t’ai jetez je t’aime passionném t’aime je t’aime je je jeu passion j’aime passionné éé ém émer émerger aimer je je j’aime émer émerger é é pas passi passi éééé ém éme émersion passion passionné é je je t’ai je t’aime je t’aime passe passio ô passio passio ô ma gr ma gra cra crachez sur les rations ma grande ma gra ma té ma té ma gra ma grande ma té ma terrible passion passionnée je t’ai je terri terrible passio je je je t’aime je t’aime je t’ai je t’aime aime aime je t’aime passionné é aime je t’aime passioném je t’aime passionnément aimante je t’aime je t’aime passionnément je t’ai je t’aime passionné né je t’aime passionné je t’aime passionnément je t’aime je t’aime passio passionnément
http://editions-hache.com/luca/luca1.html
Talk to me
http://www.manifestation.com/neurotoys/eliza.php3
ELIZA emulates a Rogerian psychotherapist.
ELIZA has almost no intelligence whatsoever, only tricks like string substitution and canned responses based on keywords. Yet when the original ELIZA first appeared in the 60's, some people actually mistook her for human (!). The illusion of intelligence works best, however, if you limit your conversation to talking about yourself and your life (claro...).
This javascript version of ELIZA was originally written by Michal Wallace and significantly enhanced by George Dunlop.
Note: Eliza is dumb! (?) This is common knowledge (?). Please don't write to me telling me she's dumb, or how to fix it. If you don't like the way she works, you can change the code yourself (do it! don't be shy!).
ELIZA emulates a Rogerian psychotherapist.
ELIZA has almost no intelligence whatsoever, only tricks like string substitution and canned responses based on keywords. Yet when the original ELIZA first appeared in the 60's, some people actually mistook her for human (!). The illusion of intelligence works best, however, if you limit your conversation to talking about yourself and your life (claro...).
This javascript version of ELIZA was originally written by Michal Wallace and significantly enhanced by George Dunlop.
Note: Eliza is dumb! (?) This is common knowledge (?). Please don't write to me telling me she's dumb, or how to fix it. If you don't like the way she works, you can change the code yourself (do it! don't be shy!).
domingo, 13 de julio de 2008
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