<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370</id><updated>2011-08-05T11:28:01.516-07:00</updated><category term='smashing pumpkins'/><category term='joe satriani'/><category term='kt tunstall'/><category term='rob thomas'/><category term='coldplay'/><category term='pearl jam'/><category term='alejandro sanz'/><category term='cafe tacvba'/><category term='feliciano'/><category term='gandhi'/><category term='metallica'/><category term='deep purple'/><category term='soundgarden'/><category term='g3'/><category term='seal'/><category term='matchbox twenty'/><category term='limp bizkit'/><category term='Español'/><category term='dream theater'/><category term='tikicia'/><category term='john mellencamp'/><category term='bryan adams'/><category term='enanitos verdes'/><category term='blind melon'/><category term='celine dion'/><category term='TK'/><category term='elefante'/><category term='santana'/><category term='gustavo cerati'/><category term='donato'/><category term='frank sinatra'/><category term='miguel rios'/><category term='kiss'/><category term='autograph'/><category term='Rock'/><category term='fugees'/><category term='Evanescence'/><category term='jamiroquai'/><category term='soda stereo'/><category term='jose jose'/><category term='rey sepulveda'/><category term='cristina scabbia'/><category term='francisco cespedes'/><category term='apocalyptica'/><category term='creed'/><category term='steve vai'/><category term='Inglés'/><category term='juan luis guerra'/><category term='guns n roses'/><category term='savage garden'/><category term='shania twain'/><category term='the beatles'/><category term='alex ubago'/><category term='gotye'/><category term='sting'/><category term='pop'/><category term='chicane'/><category term='eric clapton'/><category term='goo goo dolls'/><category term='nightwish'/><category term='aleks syntek'/><category term='oscar d leon'/><category term='emmanuel'/><category term='estefano'/><category term='johnny rivera'/><category term='el parque'/><category term='lauryn hill'/><category term='madonna'/><category term='lenny kravitz'/><category term='mick jagger'/><category term='megadeth'/><category term='ana belen'/><category term='oasis'/><category term='mana'/><category term='john petrucci'/><category term='ingles'/><category term='u2'/><category term='alanis morissette'/><category term='white town'/><category term='sheryll crow'/><category term='ac/dc'/><title type='text'>WinSoundtrack</title><subtitle type='html'>Mi caja de música, mi baúl de los recuerdos.
Las canciones que siempre me acompañarán...
Mi soundtrack.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-5177975408501862451</id><published>2009-12-22T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T18:46:54.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Español'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TK'/><title type='text'>TK - Buscando la Victoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A nadie le hace gracia perder. Todos huímos del fracaso.&lt;br /&gt;Pero cuantas veces nos ha pasado que al huir al fracaso nos alejamos de una oportunidad de victoria. Eso es algo que queda en el 50-50. &lt;br /&gt;Los milagros SI existen, soy testigo de eso. La victoria llegará cuando estemos listos, tarde o temprano. &lt;br /&gt;Mientras tanto, hay que seguir buscándola. Aún la sigo buscando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- TK son las iniciales de la expresión en lengua aramea "Thalita Kumi", que significa “Levántate y Anda”.&lt;br /&gt;- Fundado en el 2000, este grupo originario de Perú, conoció el éxito con su disco "Trece" (de donde sale esta canción) en el 2002 al alcanzar disco de oro y platino por las ventas de este álbum. En octubre de 2003 obtuvieron el premio MTV como Mejor Artista Nuevo Central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YsXJW267HBM&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YsXJW267HBM&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Buscaré la victoria&lt;br /&gt;en tu corazón lleno&lt;br /&gt;tocarás mi ausencia&lt;br /&gt;y llorarás en cadencia&lt;br /&gt;olerás mis caricias&lt;br /&gt;cuando quieras dormir&lt;br /&gt;borrarás el deseo&lt;br /&gt;mientras besas mi historia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y querrás un amigo&lt;br /&gt;cuando amante te falte&lt;br /&gt;y querrás un amante&lt;br /&gt;cuando falte cariño&lt;br /&gt;y cuando quieras cariño&lt;br /&gt;ya mi amor se habrá ido&lt;br /&gt;y cuando yo ya no esté&lt;br /&gt;me encontrarás en recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hablándole al sordo mostrándole al ciego&lt;br /&gt;así me presiento impotente deseo&lt;br /&gt;saboreando en mis ojos observando en mi boca&lt;br /&gt;así yo te espero sutil inconciencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y tan solo recuerda&lt;br /&gt;mientras traes a la vida&lt;br /&gt;los días sus noches&lt;br /&gt;intenciones confusas&lt;br /&gt;compartiendo las lluvias&lt;br /&gt;confianza extendida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y buscarás la victoria&lt;br /&gt;cuando enciendas tu sueño&lt;br /&gt;si tu sueño te embarga&lt;br /&gt;yo seré tu intención&lt;br /&gt;por que yo aprendí&lt;br /&gt;a oler tus palabras&lt;br /&gt;por que yo aprendí a&lt;br /&gt;escuchar tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que yo aprendí&lt;br /&gt;a conversar con tu piel&lt;br /&gt;por que yo te cuidaba&lt;br /&gt;mientras tu te dormías&lt;br /&gt;por que yo te abrasaba&lt;br /&gt;cuando me lo insinuabas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que yo te enseñé&lt;br /&gt;a vestir tus temores&lt;br /&gt;por que yo te enseñé&lt;br /&gt;a dibujar tu ternura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y tus ojos mojaban&lt;br /&gt;cualquier alma desierta&lt;br /&gt;y tus ojos decían&lt;br /&gt;quiero confiar en ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y mi alma aceptaba&lt;br /&gt;mezclarse con la tuya&lt;br /&gt;y lo peor de todo&lt;br /&gt;es que tal vez te amo&lt;br /&gt;y si tal vez te amo&lt;br /&gt;ya no habra más victoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/" linkindex="122"&gt;LyricsDownload&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/TK" linkindex="123"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-5177975408501862451?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/5177975408501862451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/12/tk-buscando-la-victoria.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/5177975408501862451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/5177975408501862451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/12/tk-buscando-la-victoria.html' title='TK - Buscando la Victoria'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-858646158170391779</id><published>2009-11-09T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T09:56:48.592-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ana belen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juan luis guerra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Español'/><title type='text'>Ana Belén - Derroche</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Y en una noche perfecta, &lt;br /&gt;se juntaron los cuerpos,&lt;br /&gt;y en la refriega del deseo,&lt;br /&gt;nos entregamos en cuerpo y alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como si no existiera el ayer o el mañana,&lt;br /&gt;el pasado o el futuro,  el hoy se hizo presente, &lt;br /&gt;el ahora surgió de la nada,&lt;br /&gt;y en un derroche -como nunca antes visto-&lt;br /&gt;luchamos y morimos, juntos, bajo las sábanas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Interpretada por &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ana_Bel%C3%A9n"&gt;Ana Belén&lt;/a&gt; en solitaria, en esta versión de "Derroche" tiene la colaboración del cantautor y productor musical dominicano &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Juan_Luis_Guerra"&gt;Juan Luis Guerra&lt;/a&gt; y los 4:40.&lt;br /&gt;- Perteneciente al álbum &lt;b&gt;Veneno para el corazón&lt;/b&gt; esta canción fue lanzada como sencillo en el año 1993, el cual se convirtió en uno de los temas más característicos del repertorio en solitario de Ana Belén, compuesto por el cantautor dominicano Manuel Giménez.&lt;br /&gt;- El CD de &lt;b&gt;Veneno para el corazón&lt;/b&gt; incluye dos versiones del tema Derroche: una con Ana Belén en solitario y la otra con Juan Luis Guerra y la 4:40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SM_C5OZQhyo&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SM_C5OZQhyo&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;El reloj de cuerdas suspendido&lt;br /&gt;el teléfono desconectado&lt;br /&gt;en una mesa dos copas de vino&lt;br /&gt;y a la noche se le fue la mano....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una luz rosada imaginamos&lt;br /&gt;comenzamos por probar el vino&lt;br /&gt;con mirarnos todo lo dijimos&lt;br /&gt;y a la noche se le fue la mano....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si supieras contar todo lo que sentí&lt;br /&gt;no quedó un lugar que no anduviera en ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos,ternura&lt;br /&gt;que derroche de amor &lt;br /&gt;cuanta locura&lt;br /&gt;(BIS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que no acabe esta noche&lt;br /&gt;ni esta luna de abril&lt;br /&gt;para entrar en el cielo &lt;br /&gt;no es preciso morir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos,ternura&lt;br /&gt;que derroche de amor&lt;br /&gt;cuanta locura&lt;br /&gt;(BIS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parecíamos dos irracionales&lt;br /&gt;que se iban a morir mañana&lt;br /&gt;derrochamos no importaba nada&lt;br /&gt;las reservas de los manantiales&lt;br /&gt;parecíamos dos irracionales&lt;br /&gt;que se iban a morir mañana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si pudiera contar todo lo que sentí&lt;br /&gt;no quedó un lugar que no anduviera en ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos,ternura&lt;br /&gt;que derroche de amor &lt;br /&gt;cuanta locura....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que no acabe esta noche&lt;br /&gt;ni esta luna de abril&lt;br /&gt;para entrar en el cielo &lt;br /&gt;no es preciso morir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos,ternura&lt;br /&gt;que derroche de amor &lt;br /&gt;cuanta locura....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y la noche es testigo de esta inmensa locura&lt;br /&gt;nuestra ruta de amor se convierte en ternura. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos,ternura&lt;br /&gt;que derroche de amor &lt;br /&gt;cuanta locura....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y la noche es testigo de esta inmensa locura&lt;br /&gt;nuestra ruta de amor se convierte en ternura. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Info: &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ana_Bel%C3%A9n"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Letras: &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsplugin.com"&gt;LyricsPlugin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-858646158170391779?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/858646158170391779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/10/ana-belen-derroche.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/858646158170391779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/858646158170391779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/10/ana-belen-derroche.html' title='Ana Belén - Derroche'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-6549175633009294481</id><published>2009-10-30T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:16:19.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autograph'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><title type='text'>Autograph - Turn Up The Radio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Todos necesitamos un poco (o mucho) de música en nuestra vida. Después de un largo día de trabajo, de camino a la casa, para hacer ejercicio, para compartir con la gente que queremos, recordar buenos momentos o simplemente para pasar el rato, la música estará conmigo, con vos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daytime nightime, anytime&lt;br /&gt;Things go better with rock!" \m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- La banda alcanzó prominencia abriendo para Van Halen en su gira de 1984. Luego de un concierto en New York, firmaron un contrato con RCA Records que le permitió grabar ese mismo año su primer disco.&lt;br /&gt;- "Turn Up The Radio" fue el único hit de ese álbum alcanzando la posición #29 en la lista Billboard 100, lo que garantizó al álbum la certificación de oro (500.000 copias vendidas).&lt;br /&gt;- Fue ubicada en la posición #93 en la lista Best Hard-Rock Song of All Time por la cadena VH1.&lt;br /&gt;- Steve Lynch ganó el premio "Guitar Solo of the Year" de la revista Guitar Player por su trabajo en esta canción.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kHLXnyY537c&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kHLXnyY537c&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm working hard, you're working too&lt;br /&gt;We do it every day&lt;br /&gt;For every minute I have to work&lt;br /&gt;I need a minute of play&lt;br /&gt;Day in, day out, all week long&lt;br /&gt;Things go better with rock&lt;br /&gt;The only time I turn it down&lt;br /&gt;Is when I'm sleepin it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;Turn up the radio&lt;br /&gt;I need the music, gimmie some more&lt;br /&gt;Turn up the radio&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel it, got to gimmie some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now listen&lt;br /&gt;I wanna shake, I wanna dance&lt;br /&gt;So count it of,f a one two three&lt;br /&gt;I feel the beat, I'm in a trance&lt;br /&gt;No better place to be&lt;br /&gt;Daytime nightime, anytime&lt;br /&gt;Things go better with rock&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin twenty four hours a day&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel it, got to gimmie some more&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS) to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricstime.com/"&gt;LyricsTime&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autograph_%28American_band%29"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lastfm.es/music/Autograph/+wiki"&gt;Last.fm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-6549175633009294481?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/6549175633009294481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/10/autograph-turn-up-radio.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/6549175633009294481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/6549175633009294481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/10/autograph-turn-up-radio.html' title='Autograph - Turn Up The Radio'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-8919948935094783569</id><published>2009-10-23T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:12:52.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eric clapton'/><title type='text'>Eric Clapton - Change the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;¿Cuántas veces hemos sentido que este mundo gira sobre sí mismo a un ritmo diferente al que giramos nosotros?&lt;br /&gt;¿Has tenido días en que quisieras que todo se detenga, y así poder tomar un respiro para seguir adelante?&lt;br /&gt;¿Alguna vez me he propuesto cambiar el mundo que me rodeada, para bien o para mal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es muy probable que no conozca las respuestas, pero si estoy seguro que mi vida ha cambiado gracias a muchas personas que han caminado conmigo esta senda que recorro cada día; que me han mostrado la luz en los momentos más oscuros, que me han dado la mano cuando estaba a punto de caer. No sé con certeza cuántas vidas han sido transformadas, de un modo u otro, por los pasos que he dado en este mundo, por mis palabras, por mis obras. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No aspiro a saberlo, en realidad, no me desvivo por saberlo. Solo espero que haya podido a cambiar el mundo tan solo un poquito para hacerlo un lugar mucho mejor para vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vos, ¿has cambiado al mundo o el mundo te ha cambiado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Escrita por el grupo de escritores Tommy Sims, Gordon Kennedy y Wayne Kirkpatrick, Clapton canta a dúo con el cantante de R&amp;amp;B Babyface. Éste último participó en el disco Pilgrim de Clapton en 1998.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Originalmente la canción fue grabada por la cantante de country Wynonna Judd en 1996, pero finalmente no lanzó la canción como sencillo a pesar del éxito de la versión de Clapton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Esta pieza formó parte del soundtrack de la película Phenomenon de John Travolta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Clapton y Babyface interpretaron esta canción en los premios Grammys de 1997, donde la canción gano los premios por Grabación del Año, Canción del Año y Mejor Interpretación Pop Masculina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aunque Change the World es muy conocida como una pieza acústica, existe una rara versión eléctrica interpretada en el álbum MTV Unplugged NYC (1997) de Babyface, con Clapton acompañándolo en las voces y tocando su guitarra Fender Stratocaster insignia que lleva su mismo nombre. Esta versión la puedes ver &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOWjWr21FAE"&gt;acá&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="339" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x42ktf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x42ktf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="339" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;If I could reach the stars I'd pull one down for you&lt;br /&gt;Shine it on my heart so you could see the truth&lt;br /&gt;That this love I have inside is everything it seems&lt;br /&gt;But for now I find it's only in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;That I can change the world&lt;br /&gt;I would be the sunlight in your universe&lt;br /&gt;You will think my love was really something good&lt;br /&gt;Baby if I could change the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be king even for a day&lt;br /&gt;I'd take you as my queen I'd have it no other way&lt;br /&gt;And our love will rule in this kingdom we have made&lt;br /&gt;Till then I'd be a fool wishin' for the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;That I can change the world&lt;br /&gt;I would be the sunlight in your universe&lt;br /&gt;You will think my love was really something good&lt;br /&gt;Baby if I could change the world&lt;br /&gt;Baby if I could change the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- GUITAR SOLO -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;That I can change the world&lt;br /&gt;I would be the sunlight in your universe&lt;br /&gt;You will think my love was really something good&lt;br /&gt;Baby if I could change the world&lt;br /&gt;Baby if I could change the world&lt;br /&gt;Baby if I could change the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyrics007.com"&gt;Lyrics007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Change_the_World"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=1374"&gt;Songfacts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-8919948935094783569?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/8919948935094783569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/10/eric-clapton-change-world.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/8919948935094783569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/8919948935094783569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/10/eric-clapton-change-world.html' title='Eric Clapton - Change the World'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-1348288997886148703</id><published>2009-10-11T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T11:47:46.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john mellencamp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><title type='text'>John Mellencamp - Wild Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Para una salida de noche, esta canción es lo que necesito.&lt;br /&gt;Me da justo la actitud adecuada para salir y disfrutar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Del disco Dance Naked de 1994, &lt;a href="http://www.mellencamp.com/"&gt;John Mellencamp&lt;/a&gt; (también conocido como Johnny Cougar, John Cougar y John Cougar Mellencamp) tuvo un gran éxito con "Wild Night", un cover de 1971 original del irlandés Van Morrison.&lt;br /&gt;- Esta canción llegó al tercer puesto en el Billboard Top 100 y estuvo la Adult Contemporary List por 8 semanas.&lt;br /&gt;- El disco de donde sale esta canción fue lanzado en respuesta a las acusaciones de su disquera de que su disco anterior, Human Wheels, 'no se ajustaba al formato'. Mellencamp irritado por la afirmación, sintió que ninguno de sus discos se ajustaban al formato. Como resultado de esto, escribió y grabó algunas canciones 'amistosas' para la radio en menos de 14 días para demostrar la falta de esfuerzo que se necesita para producir el tipo de disco que su disquera le pedía.&lt;br /&gt;- La canción nos muestra a &lt;a href="http://www.meshell.com/"&gt;Me'shell Ndegeocello&lt;/a&gt; (cantautora, rapera y bajista) haciendo dueto con Mellencamp y acompañándolo en el bajo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="339" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x2q1k3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x2q1k3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="339" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;As you brush your shoes and stand before your mirror&lt;br /&gt;And you comb your hair and grab your coat and hat&lt;br /&gt;And you walk the streets trying to remember&lt;br /&gt;All those wild nights breeze through your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything looks so complete&lt;br /&gt;When you're walking out on the street&lt;br /&gt;And the wind catches your feet&lt;br /&gt;And sends you flying, crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, oo-ooh wee&lt;br /&gt;Wild night is calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the girls walked by dressed up for each other&lt;br /&gt;And the boys do the boogie woogie on the corner of the street&lt;br /&gt;And the people passing by just stare with the wild wonder&lt;br /&gt;And the inside jukebox roars just like thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything looks so complete&lt;br /&gt;When you're walking out on the street&lt;br /&gt;And the wind catches your feet&lt;br /&gt;And sends you flying, crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, oo-ooh wee&lt;br /&gt;Wild night is calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wild --------- night is calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on out and dance&lt;br /&gt;Come on out and make romance&lt;br /&gt;Come on out and dance&lt;br /&gt;Come on out and make romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything looks so complete&lt;br /&gt;When you're walking out on the street&lt;br /&gt;And the wind catches your feet&lt;br /&gt;And sends you flying, crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, oo-ooh wee&lt;br /&gt;Wild night is calling&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, oo-ooh wee&lt;br /&gt;Wild night is calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Facts:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Mellencamp"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.absoluteastronomy.com/topics/Dance_Naked"&gt;AbsoluteAstronomy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/john+mellencamp/wild+night_20074505.html"&gt;Lyricsfreak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-1348288997886148703?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/1348288997886148703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/10/john-mellencamp-wild-night_11.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/1348288997886148703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/1348288997886148703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/10/john-mellencamp-wild-night_11.html' title='John Mellencamp - Wild Night'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-3196347713385521611</id><published>2009-10-10T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T15:20:39.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ac/dc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><title type='text'>AC/DC - Highway To Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hay días en que uno siente que nada va a terminar bien, y que nuestros actos nos llevan a un solo destino...&lt;br /&gt;Si me toca llegar ahí (ojalá que no), al menos sé que ahí estarán mis amigos también! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- El título es a menudo atribuido a la frase que el guitarrista de AC/DC, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Angus Young&lt;/span&gt;, usaba para describir ir de gira por Estados Unidos. Sin embargo, hay una explicación más que literal. Highway to Hell era el apodo para la carretera Canning en Australia. Esta inicia desde donde el vocalista &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bon Scott&lt;/span&gt; vivía en Fremantle y termina en un pub/bar llamado The Raffles, el cual era un gran lugar para beber y escuchar Rock 'n Roll en los '70s. Conforme la carretera Canning se acerca al pub, esta se hunde en una bajada bastante empinada: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No stop signs... speed limits... nobody gonna slow me down.&lt;/span&gt;" Mucha gente murió por exceso de velocidad en esa intersección en la cima de esa colina mientras se dirigían a disfrutar de una buena noche en el pub, por eso fue que se le llamó 'la carretera al infierno', así que cuando Bon decía "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm on the highway to hell&lt;/span&gt;" se refería a su peregrinación diaria o semanal  por la carretera Canning hacia el bar The Raffles para rockear y beber con sus compas: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ain't nothing I would rather do. Going down, party time, my friends are gonna be there too.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- Este fue la primera canción de AC/DC que entró en las listas de popularidad en los Estados Unidos. Ayudó a que el disco Highway To Hell tuviera ventas gigantescas, alcanzando las más de 7 millones de copias solo en los EEUU. Fue el sexto disco de AC/DC y el último con el vocalista Bon Scott, quien murió en 1980 debido a sus excesos con la bebida. Su siguiente album, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Back In Black&lt;/span&gt;, was fue dedicado a él.&lt;br /&gt;- El asesino serial Richard Ramirez declaró que este album lo obligaba a asesinar. Él creía que AC/DC significaba "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Anti Christ/Devil's Child&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aVQUgXzp0lM&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aVQUgXzp0lM&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Livin' easy, lovin' free, season ticket on a one-way ride&lt;br /&gt;Askin' nothin', leave me be, takin' everythin' in my stride&lt;br /&gt;Don't need reason, don't need rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothing that I'd rather do&lt;br /&gt;Goin' down, party time, my friends are gonna be there too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the highway to hell&lt;br /&gt;Highway to Hell&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the highway to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No stop signs, speed limit, nobody's gonna slow me down&lt;br /&gt;Like a wheel, gonna spin it, nobody's gonna mess me around&lt;br /&gt;Hey Satan, payin' my dues, playin' in a rockin' band&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mumma, look at me, I'm on my way to the promised land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the highway to hell&lt;br /&gt;Highway to Hell&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the highway to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the highway to hell&lt;br /&gt;On the highway to hell&lt;br /&gt;Highway to Hell&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the highway to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going down, all the way&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the highway to hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuentes&lt;br /&gt;Facts: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=1178"&gt;Songfacts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-3196347713385521611?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/3196347713385521611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/10/acdc-highway-to-hell.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/3196347713385521611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/3196347713385521611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/10/acdc-highway-to-hell.html' title='AC/DC - Highway To Hell'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-8808992287022854358</id><published>2009-10-08T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:05:22.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matchbox twenty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><title type='text'>Matchbox Twenty - Bent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hoy me siento así, hoy tengo el ánimo doblado.&lt;br /&gt;No pienso comentar mucho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Sacada del disco Mad Season (2000), Bent fue uno de los éxitos que más se escucharon de este album. Llegó a ocupar la primera posición del Hot 100 de los EEUU.&lt;br /&gt;- En Inglaterra, esta canción tiene un significado alternativo para sus oyentes porque el término "Bent" ("doblado") puede significar también "Gay." También puede interpretarse como corrupto o ilegal. &lt;br /&gt;- Rob Thomas afirmó en el programa de VH1, Storytellers que esta fue su primera "canción de amor" escrita conscientemente. también dijo que trata sobre una relación co-dependiente entre dos personas "jodidas" :D. Básicamente la canción diceh que si ellos permanecen juntos seguirán estando jodidas, pero que eso está bien porque están juntos. :S&lt;br /&gt;- Este video se filmó poco tiempo después del éxito que tuvo Rob Thomas junto a Santana (Smooth, Supernatural) y en el video podemos ver a los integrantes del grupo atacando sin piedad a Rob Thomas. El video fue una especie de broma, de seguirle el juego a la prensa que en aquellos tiempos afirmaban que el resto de la banda tuvo altercados con Rob por el éxito que estaba teniendo este último con su carrera en solitario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="339"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xvf34" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xvf34" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="339" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If I fall along the way&lt;br /&gt;Pick me up and dust me off&lt;br /&gt;And if I get too tired to make it&lt;br /&gt;Be my breath so I can walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I need some other loving&lt;br /&gt;Give me more than I can stand&lt;br /&gt;And when my smile gets old and faded&lt;br /&gt;Wait around I'll smile again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't be so complicated&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me and then&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me I'm bent&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared that I'll never&lt;br /&gt;Get put back together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep breaking me in&lt;br /&gt;And this is how we will end&lt;br /&gt;With you and me bent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I couldn't sleep could you sleep&lt;br /&gt;Could you paint me better off&lt;br /&gt;Could you sympathize with my needs&lt;br /&gt;I know you think I need a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out clean but I'm jaded&lt;br /&gt;Just phoning it in&lt;br /&gt;Just breaking the skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me I'm bent&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared that I'll never&lt;br /&gt;Get put back together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep breaking me in&lt;br /&gt;And this is how we will end&lt;br /&gt;With you and me bent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start bending me&lt;br /&gt;It's never enough&lt;br /&gt;I feel all your pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start bending me&lt;br /&gt;Keep bending me until I'm completely broken in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't be so complicated&lt;br /&gt;Just touch me and then&lt;br /&gt;Just touch me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me I'm bent&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared that I'll never&lt;br /&gt;Get put back together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep breaking me in&lt;br /&gt;And this is how we will end&lt;br /&gt;With you and me bent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me I'm bent&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared that I'll never&lt;br /&gt;Get put back together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're breaking me in&lt;br /&gt;And this is how we will end&lt;br /&gt;With you and me bent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Letras: &lt;a href="www.lyricsfreak.com"&gt;Lyricsfreak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts: &lt;a href="http://www.songfacts.com/"&gt;Song Meanings at Songfacts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-8808992287022854358?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/8808992287022854358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/10/matchbox-twenty-bent.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/8808992287022854358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/8808992287022854358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/10/matchbox-twenty-bent.html' title='Matchbox Twenty - Bent'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-8005619837930558391</id><published>2009-10-04T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:10:18.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='francisco cespedes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Español'/><title type='text'>Francisco Cespedes - Vida Loca</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Quién no ha sentido que la vida se ha hecho la loca con uno?&lt;br /&gt;O lo que es más común, que algun@s se hagan l@s loc@s cuando de sentimientos hablamos.&lt;br /&gt;A veces la soledad o la distancia nos revuelca, nos duele y nos desespera. La experiencia me ha enseñado que lo mejor es hacerse el loco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Originario de Santa Clara, Cuba, Francisco Céspedes desde muy joven supo que tenía que abandonar su carrera de medicina para concentrarse en lo que realmente hacía que la sangre corriera por sus venas: la música.&lt;br /&gt;- Un par de meses antes de dar a conocer su primer disco como solista "Vida loca", Francisco Céspedes, participó representando a México dentro del Festival' de Viña del Mar 97 con la canción "Hablo de tí", que había escrito en Cuba años atrás, quedando en segundo lugar dentro de este afamado festival de música en Latinoamérica.&lt;br /&gt;- En ese mismo año su primer álbum como solista titulado "Vida loca" se convirtió en uno de los más éxitosos en México, España, Estados Unidos, Perú, Chile donde temas como "Vida Loca", "Se me antoja", "Remolino 11", "Señora","Todo es un misterio".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sXz3BPsp9tU&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sXz3BPsp9tU&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Porque tú me faltas&lt;br /&gt;quiero darle al alma&lt;br /&gt;el consuelo que le falta&lt;br /&gt;porque el pensamiento&lt;br /&gt;no le gane al tiempo&lt;br /&gt;y sentirlo que me mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque estés adentro&lt;br /&gt;y este sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;se me antoje eterno&lt;br /&gt;esta lejanía&lt;br /&gt;duele cada día&lt;br /&gt;porque no te tengo&lt;br /&gt;no tengo tu boca&lt;br /&gt;no tengo tus ganas&lt;br /&gt;y por más que intento&lt;br /&gt;ya no entiendo nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella y yo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque estés adentro&lt;br /&gt;y este sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;se me antoje eterno&lt;br /&gt;esta lejanía&lt;br /&gt;duele cada día&lt;br /&gt;porque no te tengo&lt;br /&gt;no tengo tu boca&lt;br /&gt;no tengo tus ganas&lt;br /&gt;y por más que intento&lt;br /&gt;ya no entiendo nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De esta vida loca, loca, loca&lt;br /&gt;con su loca realidad&lt;br /&gt;que se ha vuelto loca, loca, loca&lt;br /&gt;por buscar otro lugar&lt;br /&gt;pero le provoca&lt;br /&gt;este sufrimiento&lt;br /&gt;y no me abandona&lt;br /&gt;porque a mi me toca&lt;br /&gt;esta vida loca..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque estés adentro&lt;br /&gt;y este sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;se me antoje eterno&lt;br /&gt;esta lejanía&lt;br /&gt;duele cada día&lt;br /&gt;porque no te tengo&lt;br /&gt;no tengo tu boca&lt;br /&gt;no tengo tus ganas&lt;br /&gt;y por más que intento&lt;br /&gt;ya no entiendo nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De esta vida loca, loca, loca&lt;br /&gt;con su loca realidad&lt;br /&gt;que se ha vuelto loca, loca, loca&lt;br /&gt;por buscar otro lugar&lt;br /&gt;pero le provoca&lt;br /&gt;este sufrimiento&lt;br /&gt;y no me abandona&lt;br /&gt;porque a mi me toca&lt;br /&gt;esta vida loca..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Letra: &lt;a href="http://www.allthelyrics.com/"&gt;allthelyrics.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts: &lt;a href="http://miguesme.blogspot.com/2009/02/francisco-cespedes.html"&gt;Esmeraldas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-8005619837930558391?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/8005619837930558391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/10/francisco-cespedes-vida-loca.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/8005619837930558391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/8005619837930558391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/10/francisco-cespedes-vida-loca.html' title='Francisco Cespedes - Vida Loca'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-2795521747492925409</id><published>2009-09-26T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T09:05:19.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shania twain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><title type='text'>Shania Twain - Forever And For Always</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y bueno, a veces la eternidad se nos hace corta.&lt;br /&gt;A veces los sueños no duran mucho y nos toca despertar a la realidad.&lt;br /&gt;La fantasía solo está en nuestra mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero lo que realmente cuenta es que mientras somos felices, los sueños se hacen realidad, la fantasía existe y es tan cierta como el latido de nuestro corazón y la eternidad puede durar para siempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta semana oí y leí mucho sobre felicidad y soledad. Sobre lo efímero que puede ser la felicidad y lo pesada y dura que se hace la soledad. A veces estamos solos para poder apreciar la compañía; y acompañados para apreciar la soledad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras seamos felices, la vida hay que disfrutarla. Y en tiempos aciagos y oscuros...también, ya vendrán tiempos mejores, de eso estoy seguro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Aún te veo en mi camino, y espero poder compartirlo contigo...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forever and for always&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Forever and for Always" es una de las canciones nominadas al Grammy lanzada por  la canadiense Shania Twain de su disco del 2002 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up!&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- En 2006, "Forever and for Always" fue certificado oro por la RIAA (Recording Industry Association of America) por contabilizar 100,000 descargas digitales en Estados Unidos.&lt;br /&gt;- "Forever and for Always" fue nominado para dos premios Grammy en 2004, Mejor Canción Country y Mejor Interpretación Vocal Country Femenina. Perdió en ambas categorías :(&lt;br /&gt;- El video fue lanzado en ambas versiones 'red' y 'green', cada versión tenía vos versiones: la que vemos en el video de abajo y otra en donde sale Shania cantando en la playa. El video se lanzó también en su versión 'blue' internacionalmente.&lt;br /&gt;- Para los que se preguntan sobre esto de las versiones de colores, el disco Up! se lanzó como un disco doble. La versión Red tiene un sonido más Pop y la Green, es puro country. Adicionalmente se lanzó otra versión, Blue, que tenía sonidos más internacionales (muy al estilo de los musicales de Bollywood creados en la India).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="339" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xntl7"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xntl7" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="339" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;In your arms I can still feel the way you&lt;br /&gt;want me when you hold me&lt;br /&gt;I can still hear the words you whispered&lt;br /&gt;when you told me&lt;br /&gt;I can stay right here forever in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there ain't no way--&lt;br /&gt;I'm lettin' you go now&lt;br /&gt;And there ain't no way--&lt;br /&gt;and there ain't not how&lt;br /&gt;I'll never see that day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm keeping you&lt;br /&gt;forever and for always&lt;br /&gt;We will be together all of our day&lt;br /&gt;Wanna wake up every&lt;br /&gt;morning to your sweet face--always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, baby&lt;br /&gt;In your heart--I can still hear&lt;br /&gt;a beat for every time you kiss me&lt;br /&gt;And when we're apart,&lt;br /&gt;I know how much you miss me&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your love for me in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there ain't no way--&lt;br /&gt;I'm lettin' you go now&lt;br /&gt;And there ain't now way--&lt;br /&gt;and there ain't no how&lt;br /&gt;I'll never see that day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wanna wake up every morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes--(I can still see&lt;br /&gt;the look of the one) I can still see&lt;br /&gt;the look of the one who really loves me&lt;br /&gt;(I can still feel the way that you want)&lt;br /&gt;The one who wouldn't put anything&lt;br /&gt;else in the world above me&lt;br /&gt;(I can still see love for me) I can&lt;br /&gt;still see love for me in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;(I still see the love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there ain't no way--&lt;br /&gt;I'm lettin' you go now&lt;br /&gt;And there ain't no way--&lt;br /&gt;and there ain't no how&lt;br /&gt;I'll never see that day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus (2x)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping you forever and for always&lt;br /&gt;I'm in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.absoluteastronomy.com/topics/Forever_and_for_Always" &gt; Facts de acá: absoluteastronomy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-2795521747492925409?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/2795521747492925409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/09/shania-twain-forever-and-for-always.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/2795521747492925409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/2795521747492925409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/09/shania-twain-forever-and-for-always.html' title='Shania Twain - Forever And For Always'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-4978866740468913287</id><published>2009-09-05T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T05:21:08.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss'/><title type='text'>KISS - Sure Know Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me encanta esta canción!!! Puedo oírla todos los días y no me canso de ella. &lt;br /&gt;Si soy sincero nunca me llamó la atención KISS (en parte porque no conocía a fondo su música, y que le agarre idea después de que empezaron a usar "I Was Made For Lovin' You" en A Todo Dar X_X) pero después de oír esta pieza, cambié de opinión. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- La versión original de esta canción salió con el disco Dinasty allá por el 79. La versión que aparece en el video de este post corresponde al MTV Unplugged de KISS grabado en el 96.&lt;br /&gt;- La misma trata sobre un joven que se siente apullado por la mujer con la que perdió su virginidad. Muchos creen que esa mujer era su profesora del colegio :O por el verso que dice: "You showed me things they never taught me in school". Jejeje, donde he oído eso antes....claro, el &lt;a href="http://infierno.ticoblogger.com/2009/09/profesora-del-liceo-de-moravia-en.html"&gt; Chamuko &lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;- La mayoría de personas conocen el look glam-rock distintivo de KISS, pero son pocos los que conocen a la gente debajo del maquillaje. Este video los muestra en el periodo donde ellos decidieron quitarse las máscaras y "dar la cara" :)&lt;br /&gt;- Y viendolo desde un punto totalmente pachucho...el título de la canción se podría traducir algo así como "Conoche, conoche!!!" :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="339"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x1vcg1" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x1vcg1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="339" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've been up and down, I've been all around&lt;br /&gt;I was mystified, almost terrified&lt;br /&gt;But late at night I still hear you call my name&lt;br /&gt;I've been on my own, I've been all alone&lt;br /&gt;I was hypnotized, I felt paralyzed&lt;br /&gt;But late at night I still want you just the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a gambler, but I'm nobody's fool&lt;br /&gt;And I sure know something, sure know something&lt;br /&gt;You showed me things they never taught me in school&lt;br /&gt;And I sure know something, sure know something&lt;br /&gt;No one can make me feel the way that you do&lt;br /&gt;And I sure know something, aha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seventeen, you were just a dream&lt;br /&gt;I was mesmerized, I felt scared inside&lt;br /&gt;You broke my heart and I still can feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been counted out, I've had fear and doubt&lt;br /&gt;I've been starry eyed, never satisfied&lt;br /&gt;'Cause late at night I still need you just the same&lt;br /&gt;Just the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a gambler, but I'm nobody's fool&lt;br /&gt;And I sure know something, sure know something&lt;br /&gt;You showed me things they never taught me in school&lt;br /&gt;And I sure know something, sure know something&lt;br /&gt;No one can make me feel the way that you do&lt;br /&gt;And I sure know something, aha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Guitar Solo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been counted out, I've had fear and doubt&lt;br /&gt;I've been starry eyed, never satisfied&lt;br /&gt;'Cause late at night I still need you just the same&lt;br /&gt;Just the same, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a gambler, but I'm nobody's fool&lt;br /&gt;And I sure know something, sure know something&lt;br /&gt;You showed me things they never taught me in school&lt;br /&gt;And I sure know something, sure know something&lt;br /&gt;No one can make me feel the way that you do&lt;br /&gt;And I sure know something, sure know something&lt;br /&gt;No one can tell me till I hear it from you&lt;br /&gt;And I sure know something, sure know something&lt;br /&gt;I've been a gambler, but I'm nobody's fool&lt;br /&gt;Sure know something, sure know something&lt;br /&gt;You showed me things they never taught me in school&lt;br /&gt;Sure know something, sure know something&lt;br /&gt;No one can make me feel the way that you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-4978866740468913287?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/4978866740468913287/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/09/kiss-sure-know-something.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/4978866740468913287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/4978866740468913287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/09/kiss-sure-know-something.html' title='KISS - Sure Know Something'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-3550999605427680005</id><published>2009-09-04T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:57:41.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><title type='text'>White Town - Your Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Siempre tuve curiosidad con respecto a esta canción desde el primer momento en que la oí: ¿por qué este mae le dice a una chavala que nunca podrá ser su mujer???? Años después le llegué a esa respuesta (ver Facts!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- White Town es Jyoti Mishra, quien canta y graba música dance utilizando sintetizadores y samples. Esta es, por mucho su canción más conocida, la cual en 1997 fue un éxito en todo el mundo alcanzando el #1 en la UK Singles Chart y en enero de ese año el #23 en el U.S. Billboard Hot 100.&lt;br /&gt;- Según Mishra: "Las letras son bastante asquerosas y, desde cierta perspectiva, misóginas. Pensé que podría ser un giro interesante muestrear esa parte y escribir una canción a su alrededor que tuviera diferentes perspectivas. La música fue hecha muy rápido, las letras tomaron años!!!"&lt;br /&gt;- Se dice que la letra de la canción habla de una amiga lesbiana de Mishra de la cual este se había enamorado pero que nunca le correspondió. Al menos eso se intuye del coro de la canción: "I could never be your woman".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="339"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x1tbg4_white-town-your-woman_music" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x1tbg4_white-town-your-woman_music" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="339" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just tell me what you've got to say to me&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for so long to hear the truth&lt;br /&gt;It comes as no surprise at all you see&lt;br /&gt;So cut the crap and tell me that we're through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know your heart, I know your mind&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know you're bein' unkind&lt;br /&gt;So much for all your highbrow Marxist ways&lt;br /&gt;Just use me up and then you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you can't play me that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess what you say is true&lt;br /&gt;I could never be the right kind of girl for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never be your woman&lt;br /&gt;I could never be your woman&lt;br /&gt;I could never be your woman&lt;br /&gt;I could never be your woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw my best friend yesterday&lt;br /&gt;She said she never liked you from the start&lt;br /&gt;Well me, I wish that I could claim the same&lt;br /&gt;But you always knew you held my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're such a charming, handsome man&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I finally understand&lt;br /&gt;Is it in your genes? I don't know&lt;br /&gt;But I'll soon find out, that's for sure&lt;br /&gt;Why did you play me this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess what you say is true&lt;br /&gt;I could never be the right kind of girl for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess what they say is true&lt;br /&gt;I could never spend my life with a man like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-3550999605427680005?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/3550999605427680005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/09/white-town-your-woman.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/3550999605427680005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/3550999605427680005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/09/white-town-your-woman.html' title='White Town - Your Woman'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-6443184943419154081</id><published>2009-09-04T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:16:58.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miguel rios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Español'/><title type='text'>Miguel Ríos - El Blues de Soledad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dice que el blues es un estado mental,&lt;br /&gt;un manual para aprender ha llorar,&lt;br /&gt;la banda sonora del desamor...&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;La banda sonora...mi banda sonora no puede estar completa sin este clásico! Y vaya que si ha estado presente en mi vida. &lt;br /&gt;A veces la gente mira la soledad como algo malo, yo no lo veo así: tiene sus ventajas, sus premios y su responsabilidad. Para mí, sigue siendo una vieja amiga, que de cuando en cuando me viene a visitar o yo salgo a buscarla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Nacido en 1944, y con casi 50 años de carrera artística, Miguel Ríos ha sido un referente y toda una institución del rock en español en todo el mundo. Por lo mismo, ha sido premiado en múltiples ocasiones, dentro y fuera de España.&lt;br /&gt;- No solamente por su carrera de solista se ha destacado este andaluz, sino también por sus colaboraciones con artistas de la talla de Joan Manuel Serrat, Victor Manuel, Ana Belén, Joaquín Sabina, Raphael y muchos más. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NesMl-oGOw0&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NesMl-oGOw0&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tuvo la culpa esa cancion&lt;br /&gt;que un taxista me silvo.&lt;br /&gt;¿Sabe si existe aquel cafe?&lt;br /&gt;como iva a suponer&lt;br /&gt;que estarias tocando alli&lt;br /&gt;en el mismo piano&lt;br /&gt;diez años despues para mi.&lt;br /&gt;Noches de rabia y juventud&lt;br /&gt;empapadas en blues.&lt;br /&gt;No te dije que estabas mas guapa&lt;br /&gt;ni tu el socorrido&lt;br /&gt;¡chaval que joven estas!.&lt;br /&gt;Y apuramos por fin la botella&lt;br /&gt;que hace diez siglos dejamos.&lt;br /&gt;a la mitad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Te quedaras a la actuacion?&lt;br /&gt;aun me se nuestra cancion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dice que el blues es un estado mental&lt;br /&gt;un manual para aprender ha llorar&lt;br /&gt;la banda sonora del desamor&lt;br /&gt;un gato en celo oculto en un callejon.&lt;br /&gt;En el mismo club&lt;br /&gt;al calor del blues de la soledad...&lt;br /&gt;la lluvia nos ha vuelto a juntar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensar que un taxi me empujo&lt;br /&gt;a sacarte del baul.&lt;br /&gt;En naftalina conservó&lt;br /&gt;tus caderas el alcohol&lt;br /&gt;no me digas que se estrello&lt;br /&gt;el el asiento de atras de un wolswagen azul&lt;br /&gt;nuestro blues.&lt;br /&gt;No preguntes mas cosas&lt;br /&gt;deten el olvido&lt;br /&gt;entra a saco en la vida&lt;br /&gt;como un vendaval.&lt;br /&gt;Al lugar donde has sido feliz&lt;br /&gt;es mejor que no trates nunca de regresar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una cancion es gomas dos&lt;br /&gt;conectada al corazon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dice que el blues es un estado mental&lt;br /&gt;un manual para aprender ha llorar&lt;br /&gt;la banda sonora del desamor&lt;br /&gt;un gato en celo oculto en un callejon.&lt;br /&gt;En el mismo club&lt;br /&gt;al calor del blues de la soledad...&lt;br /&gt;(bis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una cancion es gomas dos&lt;br /&gt;conectada al corazon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-6443184943419154081?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/6443184943419154081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/09/miguel-rios-el-blues-de-soledad.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/6443184943419154081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/6443184943419154081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/09/miguel-rios-el-blues-de-soledad.html' title='Miguel Ríos - El Blues de Soledad'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-752770367439259899</id><published>2009-09-01T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:21:57.024-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='g3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john petrucci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steve vai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joe satriani'/><title type='text'>G3 - Smoke On The Water (covered by Satriani, Vai &amp; Petrucci)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sip, Smoke On The Water...otra vez! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Solo que en esta ocasión, es la versión cover del clasicazo de Deep Purple, interpretada magistralmente por los virtuosos Joe Satrini, Steve Vai y John Petrucci. Si nunca habías visto o oído algo de alguno de estos tres, con esta canción se podrán dar cuenta de lo que ellos pueden hacer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karo, esta va para vos! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Esta no es la primera vez que Satch (así le dicen a Satrian, de cariño) toca SOTW en vivo. Por un tiempo él estuvo tocando con Deep Purple como reemplazo de Ritchie Blackmore &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;durante la gira The Battle Rages On. Por motivos contractuales no pudo finalmente incorporarse a la banda. &lt;br /&gt;- El &lt;a href="http://www.g3tour.com/"&gt;Tour G3&lt;/a&gt;, es uno de los shows en vivo más conocidos entre los fiebres de la guitarra debido a la gran cantidad de talentos que han participado en él anualmente desde el '96. Organizado por los guitarristas Joe Satriani y Steve Vai, la lista de invitados es amplia: John Petrucci, Eric Johnson, Yngwie Malmsteen, Paul Gilbert, Robert Fripp, el bajista Billy Sheehan, Mike Portnoy en la batería y muchos otros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ts4YHvJYQAI&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ts4YHvJYQAI&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We all came out to Montreaux&lt;br /&gt;On the Lake Geneva shoreline&lt;br /&gt;To make records with a mobile&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have much time&lt;br /&gt;Frank Zappa and the Mothers&lt;br /&gt;Were at the best place around&lt;br /&gt;But some stupid with a flare gun&lt;br /&gt;Burned the place to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Smoke on the water, fire in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Smoke on the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke on the water, fire in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Smoke on the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-752770367439259899?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/752770367439259899/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/09/g3-smoke-on-water-covered-by-satriani.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/752770367439259899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/752770367439259899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/09/g3-smoke-on-water-covered-by-satriani.html' title='G3 - Smoke On The Water (covered by Satriani, Vai &amp; Petrucci)'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-5100171725212157302</id><published>2009-08-28T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:58:30.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mick jagger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lenny kravitz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><title type='text'>Mick Jagger - God Gave Me Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Está en todas partes: en la brisa de la mañana, en el calor del sol, en esos ojos que me deslumbraron en la mañana, en el recuerdo de unos labios que no cesan de besar.&lt;br /&gt;Gracias! Porque lo soy y lo que tengo, es gracias a Vos! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Lenny Kravitz le ayudó a Jagger a escribir y producir esta canción, y también tocó la guitarra. Kravitz a menudo le abre los conciertos a los Rolling Stones.&lt;br /&gt;- Este fue el primer sencillo del disco Goddess In The Doorway, que fue el primer disco en solitario de Jagger desde 1993. El vocalista de los Stones no es conocido por su espiritualidad, pero en esta pieza es muy explícito sobre sus sentimientos hacia Dios.&lt;br /&gt;- Muy apropiadamente esta canción forma parte del soundtrack de la película Bruce Almighty (Todopoderoso)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="339"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x1vps3_mick-jagger-god-gave-me-everything_music" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x1vps3_mick-jagger-god-gave-me-everything_music" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="339" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You can see it in a clear blue sky&lt;br /&gt;You can see it in a woman’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;You can hear it in your baby’s cries&lt;br /&gt;You can hear it in your lover’s sighs&lt;br /&gt;You can touch it in a grain of sand&lt;br /&gt;Yeah hold it right there&lt;br /&gt;In the palm of your hand&lt;br /&gt;Feel it ‘round you everyday&lt;br /&gt;And hear what I’ve got to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave me everything I want&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give it all to you&lt;br /&gt;God gave me everything I want&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give it all to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw it in the midnight sun&lt;br /&gt;And I felt it in the race I won&lt;br /&gt;And I hear it in the windy storm&lt;br /&gt;And I feel it in the icy dawn&lt;br /&gt;And I smell it in the wine I taste&lt;br /&gt;And I see it in my father’s face&lt;br /&gt;And I hear it in a symphony&lt;br /&gt;And I feel it in the love&lt;br /&gt;You show for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;God gave me everything I want&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give it all to you&lt;br /&gt;God gave me everything I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give it all to you&lt;br /&gt;God gave me everything I want&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stop can’t stop&lt;br /&gt;I’m still looking now&lt;br /&gt;God gave me everything I want&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give it all to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy you said&lt;br /&gt;It’s all in your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave me everything I want&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give it all to you&lt;br /&gt;God gave me everything I want&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give it all to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-5100171725212157302?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/5100171725212157302/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/08/mick-jagger-god-gave-me-everything.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/5100171725212157302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/5100171725212157302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/08/mick-jagger-god-gave-me-everything.html' title='Mick Jagger - God Gave Me Everything'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-2697152609626885689</id><published>2009-08-28T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:27:18.004-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep purple'/><title type='text'>Deep Purple – Smoke on the Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nadie que se precie ser rockero puede decir que no ha oído esta canción, aunque más que una canción es casi un himno.&lt;br /&gt;Más que un relato de un incendio ocurrido en Montreux, Suiza, esta canción llegó a ser uno de los más grandes éxitos de Deep Purple (y casi sin querer, ya que &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smoke_on_the_Water"&gt;los integrantes de la banda no le tenían mucha fe a la canción&lt;/a&gt;) y se convirtió en uno de los riffs más famosos (si no el más famoso) entre todos aquellos novatos que empiezan a aprender  guitarra eléctrica.&lt;br /&gt;En esos momentos de inspiración rockera, puedo ver el humo en el agua y el fuego en el cielo! Más Rock que eso...imposible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9jp3de50_d8&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9jp3de50_d8&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We all came out to Montreux&lt;br /&gt;On the Lake Geneva shoreline&lt;br /&gt;To make records with a mobile&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have much time&lt;br /&gt;Frank Zappa and the Mothers&lt;br /&gt;Were at the best place around&lt;br /&gt;But some stupid with a flare gun&lt;br /&gt;Burned the place to the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke on the water, &lt;br /&gt;a fire in the sky, &lt;br /&gt;smoke on the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They burned down the gamblin' house,&lt;br /&gt;It died with an awful sound&lt;br /&gt;and Funky Claude was running in and out&lt;br /&gt;Pulling kids out the ground&lt;br /&gt;When it all was over&lt;br /&gt;We had to find another place&lt;br /&gt;But Swiss time was running out&lt;br /&gt;It seemed that we would lose the race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke on the water, &lt;br /&gt;a fire in the sky, &lt;br /&gt;smoke on the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up at the Grand Hotel&lt;br /&gt;It was empty cold and bare&lt;br /&gt;But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside&lt;br /&gt;Making our music there&lt;br /&gt;With a few red lights and a few old beds&lt;br /&gt;We make a place to sweat&lt;br /&gt;No matter what we get out of this&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know we'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke on the water, &lt;br /&gt;a fire in the sky, &lt;br /&gt;smoke on the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-2697152609626885689?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/2697152609626885689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/08/deep-purple-smoke-on-water.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/2697152609626885689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/2697152609626885689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/08/deep-purple-smoke-on-water.html' title='Deep Purple – Smoke on the Water'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-8433562782777028608</id><published>2009-08-27T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:09:52.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cafe tacvba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Español'/><title type='text'>Café Tacvba – Las Flores / La Huasanga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Todavía no entiendo porque a este Unplugged MTV no le dio pelota en su momento sino hasta muchos años después. Alejandro Flores y su violín, están en todas! De ese disco, rescato esta canción, y el largo verso del final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AUmgmnm4GBs&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AUmgmnm4GBs&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ayyyyyy...&lt;br /&gt;Ven y dime todas esas cosas,&lt;br /&gt;invitame a sentarme junto a ti.&lt;br /&gt;Escucharé todos tus sueños&lt;br /&gt;en mi oido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y déjame estrechar tus manos,&lt;br /&gt;y regalarte unas pocas de ilusiones.&lt;br /&gt;Ay, ven y cuéntame una historia&lt;br /&gt;que me haga sentir bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo te escucharé&lt;br /&gt;con todo el silencio del planeta,&lt;br /&gt;y miraré tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;como si fueran los últimos de este país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayyyyyy...&lt;br /&gt;Déjame ver cómo es que floreces&lt;br /&gt;con cinco pétalos te absorberé,&lt;br /&gt;cinco sentidos que te roban&lt;br /&gt;sólo un poco de tu ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y seis veces para vivirte&lt;br /&gt;debajo de una misma luna,&lt;br /&gt;y otras nueve pasarán para&lt;br /&gt;sentir que nuevas flores nacerán.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y que cada estrella&lt;br /&gt;fuese una flor,&lt;br /&gt;y asi regalarte&lt;br /&gt;todo un racimo de estrellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dejes que amanezca,&lt;br /&gt;no dejes que la noche caiga,&lt;br /&gt;no dejes que el sol salga,&lt;br /&gt;sólo dejame estar junto a ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay la la la ...&lt;br /&gt;Cuando estoy en mis excesos&lt;br /&gt;contigo en grande emoción,&lt;br /&gt;quisiera con embelesos,&lt;br /&gt;arrancarte el corazón,&lt;br /&gt;arrancarte el corazón&lt;br /&gt;y comérmelo a besos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay la ra ra ...&lt;br /&gt;Yo te juro y te prometo&lt;br /&gt;como siempre te he querido&lt;br /&gt;que si tu amor es completo&lt;br /&gt;cumpleme lo prometido&lt;br /&gt;yo no quiero que otro prieto&lt;br /&gt;quiera lo que yo he querido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay la ra ray la ra ra...&lt;br /&gt;Mariquita quita, quita,&lt;br /&gt;quitame dolor y pena...&lt;br /&gt;Debajo de tu rebozo,&lt;br /&gt;se pasa una noche buena...&lt;br /&gt;Buena es la buena memoria...&lt;br /&gt;Memoria del que se acuerda...&lt;br /&gt;Se acuerda de San Francisco...&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco no es Esteban...&lt;br /&gt;Esteban no es ningun Santo...&lt;br /&gt;Santo es aquél que le reza...&lt;br /&gt;Rezan los padres maitines...&lt;br /&gt;Los Maitines no son completos...&lt;br /&gt;Completas eran las mañas...&lt;br /&gt;Las mañas de un hechicero...&lt;br /&gt;Hechicero es el que le urde...&lt;br /&gt;Urde la mujer su tela...&lt;br /&gt;Tela la del buen sedazo...&lt;br /&gt;Sedazo de harina y cuerda...&lt;br /&gt;Cuerda la de los cochinos...&lt;br /&gt;Los cochinos tragan hierba...&lt;br /&gt;De la hierba nace el trigo...&lt;br /&gt;El trigo es el que se siembra...&lt;br /&gt;Se siembra porque es costumbre&lt;br /&gt;dijo un viejito al pasar,&lt;br /&gt;y lo echaron a la lumbre&lt;br /&gt;porque no supo trovar&lt;br /&gt;y lo echaron a la lumbre&lt;br /&gt;porque no supo trovar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-8433562782777028608?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/8433562782777028608/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/08/cafe-tacvba-las-flores-la-huasanga.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/8433562782777028608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/8433562782777028608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/08/cafe-tacvba-las-flores-la-huasanga.html' title='Café Tacvba – Las Flores / La Huasanga'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-4047048307418927497</id><published>2009-08-27T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:51:37.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kt tunstall'/><title type='text'>KT Tunstall – Heal Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Esta es para desestresarse...para encontrar esa sanación que a veces necesitamos en las heridas que nos deja en el cuerpo las batallas de cada día.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AlPijH9TjWg&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AlPijH9TjWg&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It isn't very difficult to see why&lt;br /&gt;You are the way you are&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't take a genius to realise&lt;br /&gt;That sometimes life is hard&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take time&lt;br /&gt;But you'll just have to wait&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be fine&lt;br /&gt;But in the meantime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come over here lady&lt;br /&gt;Let me wipe your tears away&lt;br /&gt;Come a little nearer baby&lt;br /&gt;Coz you'll heal over&lt;br /&gt;Heal over&lt;br /&gt;Heal over someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna hear you tell yourself&lt;br /&gt;That these feelings are in the past&lt;br /&gt;No it doesn't mean they're off the shelf&lt;br /&gt;Because pain's built to last&lt;br /&gt;Everybody sails alone&lt;br /&gt;Oh but we can travel side by side&lt;br /&gt;Even if you fail&lt;br /&gt;You know that no one really minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come over here lady&lt;br /&gt;Let me wipe your tears away&lt;br /&gt;Come a little nearer baby&lt;br /&gt;Coz you'll heal over&lt;br /&gt;Heal over&lt;br /&gt;Heal over someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold on but don't let go&lt;br /&gt;I know it's so hard&lt;br /&gt;You've got to try to trust yourself&lt;br /&gt;I know it's so hard, so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come over here lady&lt;br /&gt;Let me wipe your tears away&lt;br /&gt;Come a little nearer baby&lt;br /&gt;Coz you'll heal over&lt;br /&gt;Heal over&lt;br /&gt;Heal over someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you're gonna heal over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-4047048307418927497?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/4047048307418927497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/08/kt-tunstall-heal-over.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/4047048307418927497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/4047048307418927497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/08/kt-tunstall-heal-over.html' title='KT Tunstall – Heal Over'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-2544595116809982400</id><published>2009-08-27T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:37:26.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apocalyptica'/><title type='text'>Apocalyptica – Life Burns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Siempre me pareció interesante la propuesta de Apocalytica, esa combinación de cuerdas y metales única. Otra que se le acerca mucho: The Vitamin String Quartet.&lt;br /&gt;Dedicada a Maciel, donde sea que estés: LIFE BURNS!!!! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="339"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x2v4a7_apocalyptica-life-burns_music" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x2v4a7_apocalyptica-life-burns_music" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="339" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We break our enemies with fear, and&lt;br /&gt;we've seen how the tears come around&lt;br /&gt;We've built our confidence on wasteland&lt;br /&gt;We've seen how the walls come down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man dies like a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Life burns from the touch of the reaper&lt;br /&gt;All things must pass&lt;br /&gt;One love is a crooked lie&lt;br /&gt;The world lies in the hands of evil&lt;br /&gt;We pray it would last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no sympathy for the lost souls&lt;br /&gt;we've chosen the path of disgrace&lt;br /&gt;We give this life to our children&lt;br /&gt;and teach them to hate this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man dies like a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Life burns from the touch of the reaper&lt;br /&gt;All things must pass&lt;br /&gt;One love is a crooked lie&lt;br /&gt;The world lies in the hands of evil&lt;br /&gt;We pray it would last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man dies like a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Life burns from the touch of the reaper&lt;br /&gt;One love is a crooked lie&lt;br /&gt;(The world lies in the hands of evil 5 x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man dies like a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Life burns from the touch of the reaper&lt;br /&gt;All things must pass&lt;br /&gt;One love is a crooked lie&lt;br /&gt;The world lies in the hands of evil&lt;br /&gt;We pray it would last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life burns (3 x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-2544595116809982400?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/2544595116809982400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/08/apocalyptica-life-burns.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/2544595116809982400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/2544595116809982400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/08/apocalyptica-life-burns.html' title='Apocalyptica – Life Burns'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-7216102948095177954</id><published>2009-08-27T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:25:07.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creed'/><title type='text'>Creed – What If</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;La primera vez que oí a esta gente me engaño la voz de Scott Stapp confundiéndome con &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hfuVv9WzQ9I"&gt;nuestro amigo amante de las Imperiales&lt;/a&gt;, Eddie Vedder. Excelente canción, video....les he visto mejores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/di_qRKsJrx4&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/di_qRKsJrx4&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can't find the rhyme in all my reason&lt;br /&gt;I've lost sense of time and all seasons&lt;br /&gt;I feel I've been beaten down&lt;br /&gt;By the words of men who have no grounds&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep beneath the trees of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;When your axe has cut the roots that feed them&lt;br /&gt;Forked tongues in bitter mouths&lt;br /&gt;Can drive a man to bleed from inside out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you did?&lt;br /&gt;What if you lied?&lt;br /&gt;What if I avenge?&lt;br /&gt;What if eye for an eye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the wicked fruit of your vine&lt;br /&gt;Destroy the man who lacks a strong mind&lt;br /&gt;Human pride sings a vengeful song,&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by the times we've been walked on&lt;br /&gt;My stage is shared by many millions&lt;br /&gt;Who lift their hands up high because they feel this&lt;br /&gt;We are one We are strong&lt;br /&gt;The more you hold us down the more we press on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you did?&lt;br /&gt;What if you lied?&lt;br /&gt;What if I avenge?&lt;br /&gt;What if eye for an eye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't hold the hate inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;What consumes your thoughts controls your life&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just ask a question&lt;br /&gt;A lonely, simple question&lt;br /&gt;I'll just ask one question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if&lt;br /&gt;What if&lt;br /&gt;What if&lt;br /&gt;What if&lt;br /&gt;What if I? (Repeat 4 times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you did?&lt;br /&gt;What if you lied?&lt;br /&gt;What if I avenge?&lt;br /&gt;What if eye for an eye?&lt;br /&gt;What if your words could be judged like a crime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if&lt;br /&gt;What if&lt;br /&gt;What if&lt;br /&gt;What if&lt;br /&gt;What if I? (Repeat 4 times)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-7216102948095177954?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/7216102948095177954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/08/creed-what-if.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/7216102948095177954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/7216102948095177954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/08/creed-what-if.html' title='Creed – What If'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-2012005504536206535</id><published>2009-08-27T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:58:56.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='megadeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cristina scabbia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><title type='text'>Megadeth &amp; Cristina Scabbia - A Tout Le Monde (Set Me Free)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Siempre me ha parecido que el coro de esta canción (bueno, en general toda la canción) sería perfecto para inscribirlo en una lápida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A tout le monde (To everybody)&lt;br /&gt;A tout les amis (To all my friends)&lt;br /&gt;Je vous aime (I love you)&lt;br /&gt;Je dois partir (I have to leave)&lt;br /&gt;These are the last words&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever speak&lt;br /&gt;And they'll set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD: Cristina Scabbia...;P Por italianas así es por lo que algún día viajaré al país en forma de bota!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YgvjijAZe6Y&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YgvjijAZe6Y&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don't remember where I was&lt;br /&gt;I realized life was a game&lt;br /&gt;The more seriously I took things&lt;br /&gt;The harder the rules became&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea what it'd cost&lt;br /&gt;My life passed before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I found out how little I accomplished&lt;br /&gt;All my plans denied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you read this know my friends&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to stay with you all&lt;br /&gt;Smile when you think of me&lt;br /&gt;My body's gone that's all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tout le monde (To all the world)&lt;br /&gt;A tout les amis (To all my friends)&lt;br /&gt;Je vous aime (I love you)&lt;br /&gt;Je dois partir (I have to leave)&lt;br /&gt;These are the last words&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever speak&lt;br /&gt;And they'll set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my heart was still alive&lt;br /&gt;I know it would surely break&lt;br /&gt;And my memories left with you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on is a simple thing&lt;br /&gt;What it leaves behind is hard&lt;br /&gt;You know the sleeping feel no more pain&lt;br /&gt;And the living are scarred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tout le monde (To everybody)&lt;br /&gt;A tout les amis (To all my friends)&lt;br /&gt;Je vous aime (I love you)&lt;br /&gt;Je dois partir (I have to leave)&lt;br /&gt;These are the last words&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever speak&lt;br /&gt;And they'll set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you read this know my friends&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to stay with you all&lt;br /&gt;Please smile, smile when you think about me&lt;br /&gt;My body's gone that's all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tout le monde (To everybody)&lt;br /&gt;A tout les amis (To all my friends)&lt;br /&gt;Je vous aime (I love you)&lt;br /&gt;Je dois partir (I have to leave)&lt;br /&gt;These are the last words&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever speak&lt;br /&gt;And they'll set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-2012005504536206535?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/2012005504536206535/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/08/megadeth-cristina-scabbia-tout-le-monde.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/2012005504536206535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/2012005504536206535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/08/megadeth-cristina-scabbia-tout-le-monde.html' title='Megadeth &amp; Cristina Scabbia - A Tout Le Monde (Set Me Free)'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-8328445267051128994</id><published>2009-08-26T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:13:49.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Crows - Big Yellow Taxi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No fue un taxi amarillo el que se llevó a mi chica, si no fue en uno de los rojos en el que yo me alejé de ella. No me canso de oír esta canción, ni tampoco de pensar en ella...definitivamente otro clásico personal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="339"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xttyr_big-yellow-taxi-counting-crows_music" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xttyr_big-yellow-taxi-counting-crows_music" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="339" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They paved paradise and put up a parkin' lot&lt;br /&gt;With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot&lt;br /&gt;Don't it always seem to go&lt;br /&gt;That you don't know what you got till it's gone&lt;br /&gt;They paved paradise and put up a parkin' lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took all the trees, and put em in a tree museum&lt;br /&gt;And they charged the people a dollar and a half to see them&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, don't it always seem to go&lt;br /&gt;That you don't know what you've got till it's gone&lt;br /&gt;They paved paradise, and put up a parkin' lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey farmer, farmer, put away your DDT&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about spots on my apples,&lt;br /&gt;Leave me the birds and the bees - please&lt;br /&gt;Don't it always seem to go&lt;br /&gt;That you don't know what you got till it's gone&lt;br /&gt;They paved paradise and put up a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, they've paved paradise to put up a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, late last night, I heard the screen door swing,&lt;br /&gt;And a big yellow taxi took my girl away&lt;br /&gt;Now don't it always seem to go&lt;br /&gt;That you don't know what you got till it's gone&lt;br /&gt;They paved paradise and put up a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;Hey now now, don't it always seem to go&lt;br /&gt;That you don't know what you got till it's gone&lt;br /&gt;They paved paradise to put up a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;Why not, they paved paradise&lt;br /&gt;They put up a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey, paved paradise and put up a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna give it&lt;br /&gt;Why you wanna give it&lt;br /&gt;Why you wanna givin it all away&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;Now you wanna give it&lt;br /&gt;I should wanna give it&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you're givin it all away, no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna give it&lt;br /&gt;Why you wanna give it&lt;br /&gt;Why you wanna givin it all away&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you're givin it all givin it all away yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Cuz You're givin it all away hey, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, paved paradise, to put up a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;la,la, la, la, la, la, la ,la ,la ,la ,la&lt;br /&gt;Paved paradise, and put up a parking lot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-8328445267051128994?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/8328445267051128994/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/08/counting-crows-big-yellow-taxi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/8328445267051128994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/8328445267051128994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/08/counting-crows-big-yellow-taxi.html' title='Counting Crows - Big Yellow Taxi'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-1886454592896283235</id><published>2009-08-26T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:00:52.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the beatles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><title type='text'>The Beatles - Can't Buy Me Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;En estos tiempos donde "el tener" vale más que "el ser" no tenemos que olvidarnos que lo más importante es "el querer", ese verbo no mira posesiones ni posiciones! No puede ni podrá nunca comprarse. &lt;br /&gt;Sigue sin existir un grupo de rock tan único como los Cuatro Grandes de Liverpool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SMwZsFKIXa8&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SMwZsFKIXa8&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Can't buy me love, love&lt;br /&gt;Can't buy me love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll buy you a diamond ring my friend if it makes you feel alright&lt;br /&gt;I'll get you anything my friend if it makes you feel alright&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you all I got to give if you say you love me too&lt;br /&gt;I may not have a lot to give but what I got I'll give to you&lt;br /&gt;I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't buy me love, everybody tells me so&lt;br /&gt;Can't buy me love, no no no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you don't need no diamond ring and I'll be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you want the kind of thing that money just can't buy&lt;br /&gt;I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-1886454592896283235?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/1886454592896283235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/08/beatles-cant-buy-me-love.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/1886454592896283235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/1886454592896283235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/08/beatles-cant-buy-me-love.html' title='The Beatles - Can&apos;t Buy Me Love'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-2225836478844667552</id><published>2009-03-07T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:28:27.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bryan adams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><title type='text'>Chicane feat. Bryan Adams - Don't Give Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:115%;"  &gt;No te rindas, por más difíciles que sean tus problemas, no te rindas. El salir adelante depende de nosotros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="381"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k19qZvmcA5mbqs4T9L&amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k19qZvmcA5mbqs4T9L&amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="381" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xoz6h_chicane-dont-give-up_music"&gt;Chicane - "Dont Give Up"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:115%;"  &gt;Don't give it up&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry if the sun don't shine&lt;br /&gt;You've seen it before, you don't need to worry&lt;br /&gt;Every day's an uphill climb, nothing has changed&lt;br /&gt;Believe me when I tell ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give it up&lt;br /&gt;Don't give it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up, you know it's true&lt;br /&gt;Gotta do what you wanna do&lt;br /&gt;Don't give it up, you don't have to&lt;br /&gt;Gotta do what you wanna do&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give it up, you know it's true&lt;br /&gt;Gotta do what you wanna do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry if the sun don't shine&lt;br /&gt;You've seen it before, you don't need to worry&lt;br /&gt;Every day's an uphill climb, nothing has changed&lt;br /&gt;Believe me when I tell ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up, you know it's true&lt;br /&gt;Gotta do what you wanna do&lt;br /&gt;Don't give it up, you don't have to&lt;br /&gt;Gotta do what you wanna do&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give it up, you know it's true&lt;br /&gt;Gotta do what you wanna do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-2225836478844667552?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/2225836478844667552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/03/chicane-feat-bryan-adams-dont-give-up.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/2225836478844667552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/2225836478844667552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/03/chicane-feat-bryan-adams-dont-give-up.html' title='Chicane feat. Bryan Adams - Don&apos;t Give Up'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-8689357117656651573</id><published>2009-03-07T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:27:31.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oscar d leon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Español'/><title type='text'>Oscar D'Leon - Llorarás</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:115%;"  &gt;Piensa bien lo que haces, porque cuando llega el arrepentimiento...llorarás!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OC7AQ9HqmMI&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OC7AQ9HqmMI&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:115%;"  &gt;Se que tu no quieres que yo a ti te quiera&lt;br /&gt;Siempre tu me esquivas de alguna manera&lt;br /&gt;Si te busco por aqui me sales por alla&lt;br /&gt;Lo unico que yo quiero no me hagas sufrir mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumbera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oye, oye bien&lt;br /&gt;Por tu mal comportamiento te vas a arrepentir&lt;br /&gt;Bien caro tendras que pagar todo mi sufrimiento&lt;br /&gt;Lloraras y lloraras sin alguien que te consuele&lt;br /&gt;Asi te daras de cuenta que si te engañan duele&lt;br /&gt;Pa ra ra rara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oye mira!&lt;br /&gt;Y despues vendras a mi pidiendome perdon&lt;br /&gt;Pero ya mi corazon no se acuerda mas de ti&lt;br /&gt;Lloraras y lloraras sin alguien que te consuele&lt;br /&gt;Asi te daras de cuenta que si te engañan duele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te lo juro que si!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bandolera..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lloraras, lloraras, lloraras (lloraras)&lt;br /&gt;Como lo sufri yo (lloraras)&lt;br /&gt;Oye tu lloraras (lloraras)&lt;br /&gt;Nadie te comprendera (lloraras)&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo malo que hiciste (lloraras)&lt;br /&gt;Oye mira lo pagaras (lloraras)&lt;br /&gt;Lloraras lloraras (lloraras)&lt;br /&gt;Lloraras lloraras (lloraras)&lt;br /&gt;Tu me hiciste sufrir (lloraras)&lt;br /&gt;Ahora el que rie soy yo (lloraras)&lt;br /&gt;Que no que no que si que si (lloraras)&lt;br /&gt;Ahora yo voy a vivir (lloraras)&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida como yo quiera (lloraras)&lt;br /&gt;Echa pa lante que me voy (lloraras)&lt;br /&gt;En esta navidad mama, llevatela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-8689357117656651573?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/8689357117656651573/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/03/oscar-dleon-lloraras.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/8689357117656651573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/8689357117656651573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/03/oscar-dleon-lloraras.html' title='Oscar D&apos;Leon - Llorarás'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-4218865944823785276</id><published>2009-03-07T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:26:43.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='johnny rivera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rey sepulveda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Español'/><title type='text'>Johnny Rivera y Ray Sepúlveda - No vale la pena enamorarse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:115%;"  &gt;Vale y no vale la pena. Si conviene, conviene. Esta es una canción muy Gremial. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aHsyY8Na5Qc&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aHsyY8Na5Qc&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:115%;"  &gt;A este pobre corazón&lt;br /&gt;que anda por ahí y buscando&lt;br /&gt;a este torpe corazón&lt;br /&gt;que se anda enamorando&lt;br /&gt;que le importa si después&lt;br /&gt;me paso el tiempo llorando&lt;br /&gt;me paso el tiempo llorando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A este pobre corazón&lt;br /&gt;que anda buscando cariño&lt;br /&gt;a este torpe corazón&lt;br /&gt;inocente como un niño&lt;br /&gt;romántico soñador&lt;br /&gt;caballero aventurero&lt;br /&gt;que en la senda del amor&lt;br /&gt;me hace sufrir, me hace llorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No vale la pena, no vale la pena enamorarse.&lt;br /&gt;No vale la pena, no vale la pena enamorarse.&lt;br /&gt;Que el amor te da la vida y también te la quita&lt;br /&gt;cada vez que te enamoras si luego termina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No vale la pena, no vale la pena enamorarse.&lt;br /&gt;No vale la pena, no vale la pena enamorarse.&lt;br /&gt;Pero que le voy hacer si solo el sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;es un torpe corazón que nunca me hace caso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A este pobre corazón&lt;br /&gt;que anda buscando cariño&lt;br /&gt;a este torpe corazón&lt;br /&gt;inocente como un niño&lt;br /&gt;romántico soñador&lt;br /&gt;caballero aventurero&lt;br /&gt;que en la senda del amor&lt;br /&gt;me hace sufrir, me hace llorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No vale la pena, no vale la pena enamorarse.&lt;br /&gt;No vale la pena, no vale la pena enamorarse.&lt;br /&gt;Que el amor te da la vida y también te la quita&lt;br /&gt;cada vez que te enamoras si luego termina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no vale la pena, no vale la pena enamorarse&lt;br /&gt;no vale la pena, no vale la pena enamorarse&lt;br /&gt;pero que le voy hacer si solo el sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;es un torpe corazón que nunca me hace caso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No vale la pena no vale la pena enamorarse.&lt;br /&gt;no vale la pena enamorarse&lt;br /&gt;que del dolor y el sufrir no es fácil escaparse&lt;br /&gt;no vale la pena no vale la pena enamorarse&lt;br /&gt;para que sufrir, para que llorar&lt;br /&gt;si el amor&lt;br /&gt;hay en cantidad&lt;br /&gt;no vale la pena no vale la pena enamorarse&lt;br /&gt;tengo el corazón hecho pedazos&lt;br /&gt;pero este torpe corazón no cree en rechazos.&lt;br /&gt;No vale la pena no vale la pena enamorarse&lt;br /&gt;si solo queda el final&lt;br /&gt;para que, para que&lt;br /&gt;me voy enamorar&lt;br /&gt;No vale la pena no vale la pena enamorarse.&lt;br /&gt;No vale la pena,&lt;br /&gt;penita penita, penita que pena&lt;br /&gt;que pena me da&lt;br /&gt;mejor es solito quedarse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oye Ray&lt;br /&gt;no vale la pena no&lt;br /&gt;de que?&lt;br /&gt;me quedo solo&lt;br /&gt;conmigo&lt;br /&gt;y es as?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No vale la pena, no vale la pena enamorarse&lt;br /&gt;es que no vale la pena, penita&lt;br /&gt;y de este amor&lt;br /&gt;hay que superarse&lt;br /&gt;no vale la pena, no vale la pena enamorarse&lt;br /&gt;que el amor es hacer sufrir&lt;br /&gt;para después perdón pedir, pedir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y vuelve otra vez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no vale la pena, no vale la pena enamorarse&lt;br /&gt;ese amor que fue tan sincero&lt;br /&gt;y ahora&lt;br /&gt;le toca marcharse&lt;br /&gt;No vale la pena no vale la pena enamorarse&lt;br /&gt;no vale la pena,&lt;br /&gt;penita penita, penita penita, penita penita, que pena, que pena me da&lt;br /&gt;te digo yo.&lt;br /&gt;No vale la pena no vale la pena enamorarse&lt;br /&gt;es que no vale pena no&lt;br /&gt;como dijo Ray Sepúlveda así lo digo yo&lt;br /&gt;no vale la pena no vale la pena enamorarse&lt;br /&gt;no vale la pena enamorarse&lt;br /&gt;y no vale la pena, mira, ya casarse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matrimonio para ti?&lt;br /&gt;Para mi no!&lt;br /&gt;Salsabor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-4218865944823785276?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/4218865944823785276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/03/johnny-rivera-y-ray-sepulveda-no-vale.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/4218865944823785276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/4218865944823785276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/03/johnny-rivera-y-ray-sepulveda-no-vale.html' title='Johnny Rivera y Ray Sepúlveda - No vale la pena enamorarse'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-4307855907126952452</id><published>2009-03-07T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:26:06.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gandhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Español'/><title type='text'>Gandhi - El Invisible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cuando uno trata de pasar desapercibido, cuando uno quiere hacerse invisible, es cuando irónicamente uno se hace notar más.&lt;br /&gt;El video de esta canción no tiene NADA que ver con el comentario anterior, pero no me quejo, es entretenido :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E6oiho9YJvY&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E6oiho9YJvY&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy el que está cuando quieres que esté&lt;br /&gt;yo soy el que se impregna se impregna en tu piel&lt;br /&gt;Estoy a tus pies a la hora que deseas&lt;br /&gt;soy espejismo fiel de tus sueños de seda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No importa la situación nocturna es mi hora&lt;br /&gt;No importa el balcón mucho menos la alcoba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despertaré tus deseos convertirté tus pasiones&lt;br /&gt;acércate un poco más descubriré tus rincones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven y te llevo a otro lugar y estarás conmigo junto al mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El invisible soy yo&lt;br /&gt;El invisible soy yo, soy yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sabes que el mejor arte es el de desnudarte&lt;br /&gt;el de embriagarte olerte, besarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me llevo la mejor parte de tu estandarte&lt;br /&gt;al acostarte tomarte, llevarte (a otra parte)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te llevaré al mundo interior de las almas&lt;br /&gt;donde podrás alcanzar tu la calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te dejo impresas mis huellas&lt;br /&gt;para que con ellas alcances estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Son tus ojos delatores satisfechas están tus flores&lt;br /&gt;Y en las noches seguirás llamándome&lt;br /&gt;a la hora que deseas&lt;br /&gt;soy espejismo fiel de tus sueños de seda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-4307855907126952452?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/4307855907126952452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/03/gandhi-el-invisible.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/4307855907126952452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/4307855907126952452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2009/03/gandhi-el-invisible.html' title='Gandhi - El Invisible'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-6929243335834645991</id><published>2008-11-06T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:25:20.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Español'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alex ubago'/><title type='text'>Alex Ubago - Sin Miedo A Nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:115%;"  &gt;Es difícil vivir aferrado a una ilusión pero es más difícil darse cuenta de que, en un intento desesperado por sobrevivir, nos estamos aferrando a nada y nos olvidamos de que para sobrevivir hay que luchar, y no esperar que todo nos llegue del cielo. Recuerdos agridulces me trae esta canción, así como un poco de desazón, pero no es nada serio...sobreviví a esa etapa de mi vida y aquí estoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zEArOhwv-k4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zEArOhwv-k4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:115%;"  &gt;Me muero por suplicarte, que no te vayas mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;me muero por escucharte, decir las cosas que nunca digas,&lt;br /&gt;mas me callo y te marchas, mantengo la esperanza&lt;br /&gt;de ser capaz algún día, de no esconder la heridas que me duelen al pensar&lt;br /&gt;que te voy queriendo cada día un poco mas…&lt;br /&gt;cuanto tiempo vamos a esperar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me muero por abrazarte, y que me abraces tan fuerte,&lt;br /&gt;me muero por divertirte, y que me beses cuando despierte,&lt;br /&gt;acomodado en tu pecho, hasta que el sol aparezca,&lt;br /&gt;me voy perdiendo en tu aroma, me voy perdiendo en tus labios que se acercan&lt;br /&gt;susurrando palabras que llegan a este pobre corazón…&lt;br /&gt;voy sintiendo el fuego en mi interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me muero por abrazarte, y que me abraces tan fuerte,&lt;br /&gt;me muero por divertirte, y que me beses cuando despierte,&lt;br /&gt;acomodado en tu pecho, hasta que el sol aparezca,&lt;br /&gt;me voy perdiendo en tu aroma, me voy perdiendo en tus labios que se acercan&lt;br /&gt;susurrando palabras que llegan a este pobre corazón…&lt;br /&gt;voy sintiendo el fuego en mi interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me muero por explicarte, lo que pasa por mi mente,&lt;br /&gt;me muero por intrigarte, y seguir siendo capaz de sorprenderte,&lt;br /&gt;sentir cada día ese flechazo al verte.&lt;br /&gt;¿Que mas dará lo que digan? ¿Qué mas dará lo que piensen?&lt;br /&gt;Si estoy loca es cosa mía. Y ahora vuelvo a mirar,&lt;br /&gt;el mundo a mi favor, vuelvo a ver brillar la luz del sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me muero por conocerte, saber que es lo que piensas, abrir todas tus&lt;br /&gt;puertas,&lt;br /&gt;y vencer esas tormentas que nos quieran abatir.&lt;br /&gt;Centrar en tus ojos mi mirada, cantar contigo al alba,&lt;br /&gt;besarnos hasta desgastarnos nuestros labios.&lt;br /&gt;Y ver en tu rostro cada día, crecer esa semilla, crear, soñar,&lt;br /&gt;dejar todo surgir, aparcando el miedo a sufrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-6929243335834645991?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/6929243335834645991/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/alex-ubago-sin-miedo-nada.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/6929243335834645991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/6929243335834645991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/alex-ubago-sin-miedo-nada.html' title='Alex Ubago - Sin Miedo A Nada'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-5594400580045300230</id><published>2008-11-06T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:23:27.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aleks syntek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Español'/><title type='text'>Aleks Syntek - Intocable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hay muchos tipos de amores: el amor que se entrega, el amor que se da, el amor que sufre, el que ríe, el que llora, el que nace y el que muere. Pero hay un amor que se distingue de los otros: el que se hace a un lado; ese amor que se sacrifica por la felicidad del otro. Yo sentí ese amor una vez, y por él aprendí que dos cosas: 1. si quieres a alguien que no siente lo mismo por ti, aléjate y te dolerá menos el corazón y 2. el futuro es incierto, y en la inquietud de nuestro presente se esconde la esperanza de un mañana mejor, que a veces ni imaginamos. Esta canción es uno de mis nuevos clásicos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q_ZK556YSk4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q_ZK556YSk4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Yo No Se Que Sucedio&lt;br /&gt;Nunca Supe La Verdad&lt;br /&gt;La Razon De Tus Motivos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si En El Juego Del Amor&lt;br /&gt;Ahora Soy El Perdedor&lt;br /&gt;Debo Salir Adelante….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero Me Voy&lt;br /&gt;Me Marcho Xq Fue Tu Decision&lt;br /&gt;Te Amare, Lo Hare Si Es Necesario Por Los Dos&lt;br /&gt;Que Aqui En Mi Corazon&lt;br /&gt;No Te Voy A Olvidar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues De Ahora En Adelante&lt;br /&gt;Intocable Es Tu Lugar…&lt;br /&gt;Debes Confundida Estar&lt;br /&gt;Terminar, Por Terminar&lt;br /&gt;Pero Yo Te Lo Respeto Oh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y Lo Que Me Pidas Tu,&lt;br /&gt;Si Eso Te Hace Mas Feliz&lt;br /&gt;Para Mi Es Algo Sagrado..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero Me Voy&lt;br /&gt;Me Marcho Porque Fue Tu Decision&lt;br /&gt;Te Amare&lt;br /&gt;Lo Hare Si Es Necesario Por Los Dos&lt;br /&gt;Que Aqui En Mi Corazon&lt;br /&gt;No Te Voy A Olvidar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues De Ahora En Adelante&lt;br /&gt;Intocable Es Tu Lugar…&lt;br /&gt;Intocable Es Tu Lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero Me Voy&lt;br /&gt;Me Marcho Porque Fue Tu Decision&lt;br /&gt;Te Amare, Lo Hare Si Es Necesario Por Los Dos&lt;br /&gt;Que Aqui En Mi Corazon&lt;br /&gt;No Te Voy A Olvidar&lt;br /&gt;Pues De Ahora En Adelante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intocable Es Tu Lugar&lt;br /&gt;Intocable Es Tu Lugar&lt;br /&gt;Intocable Es Tu Lugar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-5594400580045300230?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/5594400580045300230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/aleks-syntek-intocable.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/5594400580045300230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/5594400580045300230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/aleks-syntek-intocable.html' title='Aleks Syntek - Intocable'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-2866796334929243724</id><published>2008-11-06T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:23:08.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celine dion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frank sinatra'/><title type='text'>Celine Dion and Frank Sinatra - All The Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A veces para conocer el amor de verdad debemos esperar mucho tiempo, a veces tarda demasiado en llegar, a veces nunca llega. Y a veces al llegar no dura más que un instante, un corto tiempo o es para toda la vida. Sin importar lo que dure, lo importante es sentirlo y vivirlo intensamente, hacer que ese instante de gloria sea eterno en nuestro corazón. Gran voz la de Celine Dion, pero nada como La Voz de Sinatra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxps4ggfoy4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxps4ggfoy4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;When somebody loves you&lt;br /&gt;It's no good unless he loves you - all the way&lt;br /&gt;Happy to be near you&lt;br /&gt;When you need someone to cheer you - all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taller than the tallest tree is&lt;br /&gt;That's how it's got to feel&lt;br /&gt;Deeper than the deep blue sea is&lt;br /&gt;That's how deep it goes - if its real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When somebody needs you&lt;br /&gt;It's no good unless he needs you - all the way&lt;br /&gt;Through the good or lean years&lt;br /&gt;And for all the in between years - come what way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who know where the road will lead us&lt;br /&gt;Only a fool would say&lt;br /&gt;But if you'll let me love you&lt;br /&gt;It's for sure I'm gonna love you - all the way, all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-2866796334929243724?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/2866796334929243724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/celine-dion-and-frank-sinatra-all-way.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/2866796334929243724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/2866796334929243724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/celine-dion-and-frank-sinatra-all-way.html' title='Celine Dion and Frank Sinatra - All The Way'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-5948460460988723141</id><published>2008-11-06T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:02:05.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><title type='text'>Dream Theater - The Spirit Carries On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Estoy seguro que esta vida no se acaba, que a pesar de que nuestra alma sale del cuerpo al morir seguimos existiendo, nuestra esencia vive en las personas que nos aman. Como dice esta canción: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"If I die tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'd be all right Because I believe That after we're gone The spirit carries on"&lt;/span&gt;. La mejor interpretación de Dream Theater en concierto, las palmas se las lleva la chavala que los acompaña en esta canción.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W70LZxzp2js&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W70LZxzp2js&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Nicholas:&lt;br /&gt;Where did we come from,&lt;br /&gt;Why all here?&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go when we die?&lt;br /&gt;What lies beyond&lt;br /&gt;And what lay before?&lt;br /&gt;Is anything certain in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say, "Life is too short,"&lt;br /&gt;"The here and the now"&lt;br /&gt;And "You're only given one shot"&lt;br /&gt;But could there be more,&lt;br /&gt;Have I lived before,&lt;br /&gt;Or could this be all that we've got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I die tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'd be all right&lt;br /&gt;Because I believe&lt;br /&gt;That after we're gone&lt;br /&gt;The spirit carries on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be frightened of dying&lt;br /&gt;I used to think death was the end&lt;br /&gt;But that was before&lt;br /&gt;I'm not scared anymore&lt;br /&gt;I know that my soul will transcend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may never find all the answers&lt;br /&gt;I may never understand why&lt;br /&gt;I may never prove&lt;br /&gt;What I know to be true&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I still have to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I die tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'd be all right&lt;br /&gt;Because I believe&lt;br /&gt;That after we're gone&lt;br /&gt;The spirit carries on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria:&lt;br /&gt;"Move on, be brave&lt;br /&gt;Don't weep at my grave&lt;br /&gt;Because I am no longer here&lt;br /&gt;But please never let&lt;br /&gt;Your memory of me disappear"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas:&lt;br /&gt;Safe in the light that surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;Free of the fear and the pain&lt;br /&gt;My questioning mind&lt;br /&gt;Has helped me to find&lt;br /&gt;The meaning in my life again&lt;br /&gt;Victoria's real&lt;br /&gt;I finally feel&lt;br /&gt;At peace with the girl in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm here&lt;br /&gt;It's perfectly clear&lt;br /&gt;I found out what all of this means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I die tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'd be all right&lt;br /&gt;Because I believe&lt;br /&gt;That after we're gone&lt;br /&gt;The spirit carries on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-5948460460988723141?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/5948460460988723141/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/dream-theater-spirit-carries-on.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/5948460460988723141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/5948460460988723141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/dream-theater-spirit-carries-on.html' title='Dream Theater - The Spirit Carries On'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-3741106138824063279</id><published>2008-11-05T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:22:15.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goo goo dolls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><title type='text'>Goo Goo Dolls - Iris</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yo no creo que la gente realmente muera. Podrá no estar de cuerpo presente, pero la esencia aún continúa viviendo en nuestros corazones. Mis familiares que ya no están ahora son ángeles que me cuidan, y los siento todos los días conmigo, cuidándome. Esta canción habla sobre los momentos intensos de la vida, de sentimientos profundos...y la película era sobre ángeles. Tengo muchos ángeles a mi alrededor, que me guían, que me protegen, que me quieren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SsK90GWBVLY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SsK90GWBVLY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that you feel me somehow&lt;br /&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to go home right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can taste is this moment&lt;br /&gt;And all I can breathe is your life&lt;br /&gt;Cause sooner or later it's over&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming&lt;br /&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies&lt;br /&gt;When everything seems like the movies&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you bleed just to know your alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-3741106138824063279?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/3741106138824063279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/goo-goo-dolls-iris.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/3741106138824063279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/3741106138824063279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/goo-goo-dolls-iris.html' title='Goo Goo Dolls - Iris'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-1851740399415843403</id><published>2008-11-03T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:21:50.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jamiroquai'/><title type='text'>Jamiroquai - Virtual Insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;En este mundo que constantemente cambia, cada día vivimos mas desconectados de la realidad, más desconectados de un mundo que busca comunicarse, conocerse. Eso me tiene hoy haciendo lo que hago, trabajando en lo que trabajo...soñando lo que sueño. Virtualmente insano, realmente loco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="339"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k4m0GvHkAIuwtTejsd" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k4m0GvHkAIuwtTejsd" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="339" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Oh yeah what we're living in (let me tell ya)&lt;br /&gt;It' a wonder man can eat at all&lt;br /&gt;When things are big&lt;br /&gt;That should be small&lt;br /&gt;Who can tell what magic spells we'll be doing for us.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm giving all my love to this world&lt;br /&gt;Only to be told&lt;br /&gt;I can't see, I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;No more will we be&lt;br /&gt;And nothing's gonna change the way we live&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we can always take and never give&lt;br /&gt;And now that things are changing for the worse,&lt;br /&gt;See, it's a crazy world we're living in&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't see that half of us immersed in sin&lt;br /&gt;Is all we have to give these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futures made of virtual insanity&lt;br /&gt;now always seem, to be governed by this love we have&lt;br /&gt;For useless, twisting, our new technology&lt;br /&gt;Oh now there is no sound for we all live underground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking in what a mess we're in&lt;br /&gt;Hard to know when to begin&lt;br /&gt;If I could slip the sickly ties that earthly man has made&lt;br /&gt;And now every mother can choose the color of her child&lt;br /&gt;That's not nature's way&lt;br /&gt;Well that's what they said yesterday&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to do but pray&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time I found a new religion&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaa it's so insane to synthesize another strain&lt;br /&gt;There's something in these futures that we have to be told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futures made of virtual insanity&lt;br /&gt;now always seem, to be governed by this love we have&lt;br /&gt;For useless, twisting of our then new technology&lt;br /&gt;Oh now there is no sound for we all live underground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's no sound if we all live underground&lt;br /&gt;And now it's virtual insanity&lt;br /&gt;Forget your virtual reality&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there's nothing so bad, I know yeah&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this virtual insanity, we're living in,&lt;br /&gt;Has got to change, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Things will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;And I can't go on&lt;br /&gt;While we're living in oh, oh virtual insanity&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this world has got to change&lt;br /&gt;Cos I just, I just can't keep going on, it was virtual,&lt;br /&gt;Virtual insanity that we're living in, that we're living in&lt;br /&gt;That virtual insanity is what it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus x2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futures made of virtual insanity&lt;br /&gt;now always seem to be governed by this love we have&lt;br /&gt;For useless, twisting, our new technology&lt;br /&gt;Oh there is no sound for we all live underground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living - Virtual Insanity&lt;br /&gt;Living - Virtual Insanity&lt;br /&gt;Living - Virtual Insanity&lt;br /&gt;Living - Virtual Insanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virtual Insanity is what we're living in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-1851740399415843403?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/1851740399415843403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/jamiroquai-virtual-insanity.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/1851740399415843403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/1851740399415843403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/jamiroquai-virtual-insanity.html' title='Jamiroquai - Virtual Insanity'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-1973669532679371612</id><published>2008-11-03T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:21:17.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blind melon'/><title type='text'>Blind Melon - No Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Últimamente está lloviendo mucho por Tikicia, demasiado dirán algunos. Pero una vez que se vaya el invierno empezaremos a echar de menos lo que nos caí del cielo. Igual es la vida con todo lo bueno que nos llega en abundancia, una vez que lo perdemos es cuando lo sabemos apreciar. Un 100 al video y un 200 a los que, de alguna manera, se hayan sentido identificados con él.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qmVn6b7DdpA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qmVn6b7DdpA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;All I can say is that my life is pretty plain&lt;br /&gt;I like watchin' the puddles gather rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is just pour some tea for two&lt;br /&gt;and speak my point of view&lt;br /&gt;But it's not sane, It's not sane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want someone to say to me oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be there when you wake yea, yea&lt;br /&gt;Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today, hey&lt;br /&gt;So stay with me and I'll have it made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't understand why I sleep all day&lt;br /&gt;And I start to complain that there's no rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is read a book to stay awake&lt;br /&gt;And it rips my life away, but it's a great escape&lt;br /&gt;escape......escape......escape......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that my life is pretty plain&lt;br /&gt;ya don't like my point of view&lt;br /&gt;ya think I'm insane&lt;br /&gt;Its not sane......it's not sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want someone to say to me oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be there when you wake yea, yea&lt;br /&gt;Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today, hey&lt;br /&gt;So stay with me and I'll have it made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll have it made&lt;br /&gt;I'll have it made&lt;br /&gt;You know we're really gonna, really gonna have it made&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have it made&lt;br /&gt;ahhh,ahhh, ahhh, ahhh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-1973669532679371612?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/1973669532679371612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/blind-melon-no-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/1973669532679371612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/1973669532679371612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/blind-melon-no-rain.html' title='Blind Melon - No Rain'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-4622204835141442956</id><published>2008-11-03T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:20:55.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smashing pumpkins'/><title type='text'>Smashing Pumpkins - Tonight, Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aunque seamos diferentes y no pensemos igual, a pesar de que a veces no creamos en lo mismo y soñemos mundos dispares, esta noche todo es posible: esta noche te tengo junto a mi. Créeme, como yo creo en vos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EsZYqaSc4cU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EsZYqaSc4cU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Time is never time at all&lt;br /&gt;You can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youth&lt;br /&gt;And our lives are forever changed&lt;br /&gt;We will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;The more you change the less you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe, believe in me, believe&lt;br /&gt;Believe that life can change&lt;br /&gt;That youre not stuck in vain&lt;br /&gt;Were not the same, were different tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, so bright&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know youre never sure&lt;br /&gt;But youre sure you could be right&lt;br /&gt;If you held yourself up to the light&lt;br /&gt;And the embers never fade in your city by the lake&lt;br /&gt;The place where you were born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe, believe in me, believe&lt;br /&gt;Believe in the resolute urgency of now&lt;br /&gt;And if you believe theres not a chance tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, so bright&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well crucify the insincere tonight&lt;br /&gt;Well make things right, well feel it all tonight&lt;br /&gt;Well find a way to offer up the night tonight&lt;br /&gt;The indescribable moments of your life tonight&lt;br /&gt;The impossible is possible tonight&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me as I believe in you, tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-4622204835141442956?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/4622204835141442956/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/smashing-pumpkins-tonight-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/4622204835141442956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/4622204835141442956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/smashing-pumpkins-tonight-tonight.html' title='Smashing Pumpkins - Tonight, Tonight'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-3378805829411474016</id><published>2008-11-02T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:20:24.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lauryn hill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><title type='text'>Lauryn Hill - Everything is Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nos levantamos de una decepción a pura inspiración. Nadie nos impone las reglas para levantarnos de nuestras caídas, y los pequeños detalles nos muestran la realidad como un todo. La solución vendrá. Quedé cautivado con la voz de esta chavala; es puro sentimiento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qGUsF-Whb1g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qGUsF-Whb1g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Everything is everything&lt;br /&gt;What is meant to be, will be&lt;br /&gt;After winter, must come spring&lt;br /&gt;Change, it comes eventually&lt;br /&gt;(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote these words for everyone&lt;br /&gt;Who struggles in their youth&lt;br /&gt;Who won't accept deception&lt;br /&gt;Instead of what is truth&lt;br /&gt;It seems we lose the game,&lt;br /&gt;Before we even start to play&lt;br /&gt;Who made these rules? We're so confused&lt;br /&gt;Easily led astray&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell ya that&lt;br /&gt;Everything is everything&lt;br /&gt;Everything is everything&lt;br /&gt;After winter, must come spring&lt;br /&gt;Everything is everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I philosophy&lt;br /&gt;Possibly speak tongues&lt;br /&gt;Beat drum, Abyssinian, street Baptist&lt;br /&gt;Rap this in fine linen&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning&lt;br /&gt;My practice extending across the atlas&lt;br /&gt;I begat this&lt;br /&gt;Flippin' in the ghetto on a dirty mattress&lt;br /&gt;You can't match this rapper / actress&lt;br /&gt;More powerful than two Cleopatras&lt;br /&gt;Bomb graffiti on the tomb of Nefertiti&lt;br /&gt;MCs ain't ready to take it to the Serengeti&lt;br /&gt;My rhymes is heavy like the mind of Sister Betty&lt;br /&gt;L. Boogie spars with stars and constellations&lt;br /&gt;Then came down for a little conversation&lt;br /&gt;Adjacent to the king, fear no human being&lt;br /&gt;Roll with cherubims to Nassau Coliseum&lt;br /&gt;Now hear this mixture&lt;br /&gt;Where hip hop meets scripture&lt;br /&gt;Develop a negative into a positive picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everything is everything&lt;br /&gt;What is meant to be, will be&lt;br /&gt;After winter, must come spring&lt;br /&gt;Change, it comes eventually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it seems&lt;br /&gt;We'll touch that dream&lt;br /&gt;But things come slow or not at all&lt;br /&gt;And the ones on top, won't make it stop&lt;br /&gt;So convinced that they might fall&lt;br /&gt;Let's love ourselves then we can't fail&lt;br /&gt;To make a better situation&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, our seeds will grow&lt;br /&gt;All we need is dedication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell ya that,&lt;br /&gt;Everything is everything&lt;br /&gt;Everything is everything&lt;br /&gt;After winter, must come spring&lt;br /&gt;Everything is everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is everything&lt;br /&gt;What is meant to be, will be&lt;br /&gt;After winter, must come spring&lt;br /&gt;Change, it comes eventually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-3378805829411474016?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/3378805829411474016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/lauryn-hill-everything-is-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/3378805829411474016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/3378805829411474016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/lauryn-hill-everything-is-everything.html' title='Lauryn Hill - Everything is Everything'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-963156229924892977</id><published>2008-11-02T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:20:00.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fugees'/><title type='text'>Fugees - Ready Or Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nadie nace listo, todo lo aprendemos. Y lo que no aprendemos lo sabemos por instinto. Ese es nuestro lado animal. Fue una lástima que Fugees se separara, tocaban buena música, del alma. Lauryn Hill...que voz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XUrJdf4PbEk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XUrJdf4PbEk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide&lt;br /&gt;Gonna Find You and Take it Slowly&lt;br /&gt;Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide&lt;br /&gt;Gonna Find You and Make you want me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CLEF:]&lt;br /&gt;Now that I escape, sleepwalker awake&lt;br /&gt;Those who could relate know the world ain't cake&lt;br /&gt;Jail bars ain't golden gates&lt;br /&gt;Those who fake, they break,&lt;br /&gt;When they meet their 400 pound mate&lt;br /&gt;If I could rule the world&lt;br /&gt;Everyone would have a gun in the ghetto of course&lt;br /&gt;When giddyupin' on their horse&lt;br /&gt;I Kick a rhyme drinkin' moonshine&lt;br /&gt;I pour a sip on the concrete, for the deceased&lt;br /&gt;But no don't weep, Wyclef's in a state of sleep&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' 'bout the robbery that I did last week.&lt;br /&gt;Money in the bag, banker looked like a drag&lt;br /&gt;I want to play with pelicans from here to Baghdad&lt;br /&gt;Gun blast, think fast, I think I'm hit&lt;br /&gt;My girl pinched my hips to see if I still exist.&lt;br /&gt;I think not, I'll send a letter to my friends,&lt;br /&gt;A born again hooligan only to be king again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[LAURYN:]&lt;br /&gt;I play my enemies like a game of chess, where I rest,&lt;br /&gt;No stress&lt;br /&gt;If you don't smoke sess, lest.&lt;br /&gt;I must confess, my destiny's manifest&lt;br /&gt;In some Goretex and sweats I make treks like I'm homeless&lt;br /&gt;Rap orgies with Porgy and Bess,&lt;br /&gt;Capture your bounty like Elliot Ness, YES&lt;br /&gt;Bless you if you represent the Fu&lt;br /&gt;But I'll hex you with some witch's brew if you're Doo Doo&lt;br /&gt;Voo Doo,&lt;br /&gt;I can do what you do, easy, BELIEVE ME&lt;br /&gt;Frontin' niggas give me hee-bee-gee-bees&lt;br /&gt;So while you're imitating Al Capone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be Nina Simone&lt;br /&gt;And defacating on your microphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide&lt;br /&gt;Gonna Find You and Take it Slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[LAURYN'S INTERLUDE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't run away&lt;br /&gt;From these styles I got, oh baby, hey baby&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got a lot, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;And anywhere you go&lt;br /&gt;My whole crew's gonna know&lt;br /&gt;You can't hide from the block, oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PRAZ:]&lt;br /&gt;Ready or not, refugees takin' over&lt;br /&gt;The Buffalo soldier, dread-lock rhasta&lt;br /&gt;On the twelfth hour, fly by in my bomber&lt;br /&gt;Crews run for cover, now they're under pushin' up flowers&lt;br /&gt;Superfly true lies, do or die,&lt;br /&gt;Toss me high - only puff la,&lt;br /&gt;With my crew from lock high&lt;br /&gt;I refugee from Guantanamo Bay&lt;br /&gt;Dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus (Lauryn) REPEAT 3X:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide&lt;br /&gt;Gonna Find You and Take it Slowly&lt;br /&gt;Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide&lt;br /&gt;Gonna Find You and Make You Want Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-963156229924892977?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/963156229924892977/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/fugees-ready-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/963156229924892977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/963156229924892977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/fugees-ready-or-not.html' title='Fugees - Ready Or Not'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-8808946495486931174</id><published>2008-11-02T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:19:32.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alejandro sanz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Español'/><title type='text'>Alejandro Sanz - La Fuerza Del Corazón</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Esta canción nunca la olvidaré. Fue un regAlo, un regalo únIco. Aquí la llevo en el Corazón, aunque ella ya no Me quiera lLevar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/udgSPwoslpo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/udgSPwoslpo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Mírame,&lt;br /&gt;en nada me consigo concentrar&lt;br /&gt;ando despistado todo lo hago mal&lt;br /&gt;soy un desastre y no sé&lt;br /&gt;que está pasando&lt;br /&gt;me gustas a rabiar yo te deseo&lt;br /&gt;me llegas a desesperar&lt;br /&gt;es tan grande lo que siento por ti&lt;br /&gt;que tenerte no bastará&lt;br /&gt;que esto que me invita a vivir,&lt;br /&gt;que me da la ilusión.&lt;br /&gt;que será esa fuerza&lt;br /&gt;que a todos nos une de dos en dos,&lt;br /&gt;será la fuerza del corazón.&lt;br /&gt;Hace que, te abrace&lt;br /&gt;y los cuerpos lleguen a estorbar&lt;br /&gt;tiemblo sólo con la idea de rozar&lt;br /&gt;tus labios llenos de besos nuevos.&lt;br /&gt;no puedo dormir robas mi tranquilidad&lt;br /&gt;alguien ha bordado&lt;br /&gt;tu cuerpo con hilos de mi ansiedad&lt;br /&gt;de cinturón tus piernas cruzadas&lt;br /&gt;de mi espalda un reloj&lt;br /&gt;donde tus dedos son las agujas&lt;br /&gt;que dan fuerza a este motor&lt;br /&gt;que es la fuerza del corazón.&lt;br /&gt;Y es la fuerza que te lleva,&lt;br /&gt;que te empuja y que te llena&lt;br /&gt;que te arrastra y que te acerca a dios.&lt;br /&gt;es un sentimiento casi una obsesión&lt;br /&gt;si la fuerza es del corazón,&lt;br /&gt;es algo que te lía la descarga de energía&lt;br /&gt;que te va quitando la razón&lt;br /&gt;te hace tropezar te crea confusión&lt;br /&gt;seguro que es la fuerza del corazón&lt;br /&gt;es la fuerza que te lleva.&lt;br /&gt;No puedo pensar,&lt;br /&gt;tendría que cuidarme más&lt;br /&gt;como poco pierdo la vida y luego me la das&lt;br /&gt;es lo que va cegando al amante&lt;br /&gt;que va por ahí de señor&lt;br /&gt;y no es mas que un chiquillo travieso&lt;br /&gt;provocador será la fuerza del corazón&lt;br /&gt;Y es la fuerza que te lleva,&lt;br /&gt;que te empuja y que te llena&lt;br /&gt;que te arrastra y que te acerca a dios.&lt;br /&gt;es un sentimiento casi una obsesión&lt;br /&gt;si la fuerza es del corazón&lt;br /&gt;es algo que te lía una descarga de energía&lt;br /&gt;que te va quitando la razón&lt;br /&gt;te hace tropezar te crea confusión&lt;br /&gt;seguro que es la fuerza del corazón&lt;br /&gt;es la fuerza que te lleva .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-8808946495486931174?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/8808946495486931174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/alejandro-sanz-la-fuerza-del-corazn.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/8808946495486931174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/8808946495486931174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/alejandro-sanz-la-fuerza-del-corazn.html' title='Alejandro Sanz - La Fuerza Del Corazón'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-1221928186238677255</id><published>2008-11-02T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:19:08.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lenny kravitz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><title type='text'>Lenny Kravitz - If You Can't Say No</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;NO. Palabra complicada que está muy presente en nuestras vidas. Negamos nuestra realidad, negamos nuestro sufrimiento. Nos negamos a nosotros mismos. Yo no niego que me haya pasado, pero tampoco niego que me vuelva a pasar. Definitivamente esta NO es una canción de oír una sola vez. Nice feeling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GsP05MHH_G4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GsP05MHH_G4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;People get around&lt;br /&gt;This is a part for you&lt;br /&gt;If you come undone&lt;br /&gt;Then this is what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't say no just think about&lt;br /&gt;If you can't say no just think about&lt;br /&gt;If you can't say no just think about me&lt;br /&gt;If you can't say no just think about&lt;br /&gt;If you can't say no just think about&lt;br /&gt;If you can't say no just think about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are in love with 'me'&lt;br /&gt;But I also know your kind&lt;br /&gt;Baby you got a lot of nerve&lt;br /&gt;So just try to keep 'me' in mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't say no just think about&lt;br /&gt;If you can't say no just think about&lt;br /&gt;If you can't say no just think about me&lt;br /&gt;If you can't say no just think about&lt;br /&gt;If you can't say no just think about&lt;br /&gt;If you can't say no just think about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You went with another man&lt;br /&gt;And I cried when I read your letter&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really want to know&lt;br /&gt;Where you've gone&lt;br /&gt;Or if it was better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't say no just think about&lt;br /&gt;If you can't say no just think about&lt;br /&gt;If you can't say no just think about me&lt;br /&gt;If you can't say no just think about&lt;br /&gt;If you can't say no just think about&lt;br /&gt;If you can't say no just think about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-1221928186238677255?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/1221928186238677255/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/mi-comentario-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/1221928186238677255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/1221928186238677255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/mi-comentario-no.html' title='Lenny Kravitz - If You Can&apos;t Say No'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-7618117819260117587</id><published>2008-11-02T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:18:40.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='u2'/><title type='text'>U2 - Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Una duda en nuestra mente, una respuesta que no nos da la solución ¿Podremos hallarla?. Difícil acertijo, no? Por mucho esta canción (junto con Kiss From a Rose) fue lo más rescatable de Batman Forever. Para ver una y otra vez, U2 se pulió con esta canción.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="339"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k1yfyTPHGq0nkybwch" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k1yfyTPHGq0nkybwch" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="339" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;You don't know how you took it&lt;br /&gt;You just know what you got&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lordy you've been stealing&lt;br /&gt;From the theives and you got caught&lt;br /&gt;In the headlights&lt;br /&gt;Of a stretch car&lt;br /&gt;You're a star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressing like your sister&lt;br /&gt;Living like a tart&lt;br /&gt;They don't know what you're doing&lt;br /&gt;Babe, it must be art&lt;br /&gt;You're a headache&lt;br /&gt;In a suitcase&lt;br /&gt;You're a star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, don't be shy&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to go blind&lt;br /&gt;Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how you got here&lt;br /&gt;You just know you want out&lt;br /&gt;Believing in yourself&lt;br /&gt;Almost as much as you doubt&lt;br /&gt;You're a big smash&lt;br /&gt;You wear it like a rash&lt;br /&gt;Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, don't be shy&lt;br /&gt;There's a crowd to cry&lt;br /&gt;Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want you to be Jesus&lt;br /&gt;They'll go down on one knee&lt;br /&gt;But they'll want their money back&lt;br /&gt;If you're alive at thirty-three&lt;br /&gt;And you're turning tricks&lt;br /&gt;With your crucifix&lt;br /&gt;You're a star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh child)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you're not shy&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to deny love&lt;br /&gt;Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-7618117819260117587?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/7618117819260117587/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/u2-hold-me-thrill-me-kiss-me-kill-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/7618117819260117587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/7618117819260117587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/u2-hold-me-thrill-me-kiss-me-kill-me.html' title='U2 - Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-61154654306403292</id><published>2008-11-02T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:26:09.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><title type='text'>Sting - Brand New Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que difícil es comenzar un nuevo proyecto, un nuevo trabajo, una nueva vida. Pero es más difícil aún iniciarlos sin la esperanza de poder concluirlos a pesar de los tropiezos en el camino. A veces necesitamos un borrón y cuenta nueva para continuar, una nueva esperanza para afrontar lo que sea que venga. Un nuevo día para brillar. Una canción mágica, como cualquier día de nuestra vida, para aquel que lo sepa ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="339"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k5P3eAziIh2t8ljc9t" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k5P3eAziIh2t8ljc9t" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="339" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;How many of you people out there&lt;br /&gt;Been hurt in some kind of love affair&lt;br /&gt;And how many times do you swear that you'll never love again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many lonely, sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;How many lies, how many fights&lt;br /&gt;And why would you want to put yourself through all that again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is pain," I hear you say&lt;br /&gt;Love has a cruel and bitter way&lt;br /&gt;Of paying you back for all the faith you ever had in your brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could it be that what you need the most&lt;br /&gt;Can leave you feeling just like a ghost?&lt;br /&gt;You never want to feel so sad and lost again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you could be looking&lt;br /&gt;Through an old book in rainy weather&lt;br /&gt;You see a picture of her smiling at you&lt;br /&gt;When you were still together&lt;br /&gt;You could be walking down the street&lt;br /&gt;And who should you chance to meet&lt;br /&gt;But that same old smile that you've been thinking of all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can turn the clock to zero, honey&lt;br /&gt;I'll sell the stock, we'll spend all the money&lt;br /&gt;We're starting up a brand new day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the clock all the way back&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if she'll take me back&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking in a brand new way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the clock to zero, sister&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know how much I missed her&lt;br /&gt;Starting up a brand new day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the clock to zero, boss&lt;br /&gt;The river's wide, we'll swim across&lt;br /&gt;Started up a brand new day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could happen to you - just like it happened to me&lt;br /&gt;There's simply no immunity - there's no guarantee&lt;br /&gt;I say love's such a force - if you find yourself in it&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes no reflection is there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby wait a minute, wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute, wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute, wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the clock to zero, honey&lt;br /&gt;I'll sell the stock, we'll spend all the money&lt;br /&gt;We're starting up a brand new day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the clock to zero, Mac&lt;br /&gt;I'm begging her to take me back&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking in a brand new way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the clock to zero, boss&lt;br /&gt;The river's wide, we'll swim across&lt;br /&gt;Started up a brand new day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the clock to zero buddy&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be no fuddy duddy&lt;br /&gt;Started up a brand new day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the rhythm in your tune&lt;br /&gt;I'm the sun and you're the moon&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bat and you're the cave&lt;br /&gt;You're the beach and I'm the wave&lt;br /&gt;I’m the plow and you’re the land&lt;br /&gt;You're the glove and I'm the hand&lt;br /&gt;I'm the train and you're the station&lt;br /&gt;I'm a flagpole to your nation - yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up all you lovers in the world&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and be counted every boy and every girl&lt;br /&gt;Stand up all you lovers in the world&lt;br /&gt;Starting up a brand new day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the present to your future&lt;br /&gt;You're the wound and I’m the suture&lt;br /&gt;You're the magnet to my pole&lt;br /&gt;I'm the devil in your soul&lt;br /&gt;You're the pupil I'm the teacher&lt;br /&gt;You're the church and I'm the preacher&lt;br /&gt;You're the flower I'm the rain&lt;br /&gt;You're the tunnel I'm the train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up all you lovers in the world&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and be counted every boy and every girl&lt;br /&gt;Stand up all you lovers in the world&lt;br /&gt;Starting up a brand new day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the crop to my rotation&lt;br /&gt;You're the sum of my equation&lt;br /&gt;I'm the answer to your question&lt;br /&gt;If you follow my suggestion&lt;br /&gt;We can turn this ship around&lt;br /&gt;We'll go up instead of down&lt;br /&gt;You're the pan and I'm the handle&lt;br /&gt;You're the flame and I'm the candle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up all you lovers in the world&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and be counted every boy and every girl&lt;br /&gt;Stand up all you lovers in the world&lt;br /&gt;We're starting up a brand new day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-61154654306403292?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/61154654306403292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/sting-brand-new-day.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/61154654306403292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/61154654306403292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/sting-brand-new-day.html' title='Sting - Brand New Day'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-2395125746544494187</id><published>2008-11-02T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:17:51.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='savage garden'/><title type='text'>Savage Garden - To The Moon And Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No siempre podemos alcanzar lo que deseamos siempre, aún deseándolo con todo el corazón. Lo dulce y lo amargo de la vida pocas veces podemos disfrutarlos juntos. Pocas veces el mundo gira con nosotros, pero cuando lo hace podemos sentir que la luna y todas las estrellas nos miran desde el cielo y nos invitan a subir y jugar con ellas. Esta canción me lleva y me trae a la luna. Hoy no quiero definitivamente bajar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9I9hVzqTbn0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9I9hVzqTbn0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Shes taking her time making up&lt;br /&gt;The reasons&lt;br /&gt;To justify all the hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;Guess she knows from the smile&lt;br /&gt;And the look in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Everyones got a theory about the&lt;br /&gt;Bitter one&lt;br /&gt;Theyre saying mamma never loved&lt;br /&gt;Her much&lt;br /&gt;And daddy never keeps in touch&lt;br /&gt;Thats why she shies away from&lt;br /&gt;Human affection&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere in a private place&lt;br /&gt;She packs her bags for outer space&lt;br /&gt;And now shes waiting for the right&lt;br /&gt;Kind of pilot to come&lt;br /&gt;And shell say to him&lt;br /&gt;Shes saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I would fly to the moon and back if&lt;br /&gt;Youll be&lt;br /&gt;If youll be my baby&lt;br /&gt;Got a ticket for a world where we&lt;br /&gt;Belong&lt;br /&gt;So would you be my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cant remember a time when she&lt;br /&gt;Felt needed&lt;br /&gt;If love was red then she was colour&lt;br /&gt;Blind&lt;br /&gt;All her friends theyve been tried for&lt;br /&gt;Treason&lt;br /&gt;And crimes that were never defined&lt;br /&gt;Shes saying love is like a barren&lt;br /&gt;Place&lt;br /&gt;And reaching out for human faith is&lt;br /&gt;Is like a journey I just dont have a&lt;br /&gt;Map for&lt;br /&gt;So babys gonna take a dive and&lt;br /&gt;Push the shift to overdrive&lt;br /&gt;Send a signal that shes hanging&lt;br /&gt;All her hopes on the stars&lt;br /&gt;What a pleasant dream&lt;br /&gt;Just saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamma never loved her much&lt;br /&gt;And daddy never keeps in touch&lt;br /&gt;Thats why she shies away from&lt;br /&gt;Human affection&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere in a private place&lt;br /&gt;She packs her bags for outer space&lt;br /&gt;And now shes waiting for the right&lt;br /&gt;Kind of pilot to come&lt;br /&gt;And shell say to him&lt;br /&gt;Just saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would fly to the moon and back if&lt;br /&gt;Youll be&lt;br /&gt;If youll be my baby&lt;br /&gt;Got a ticket for a world where we&lt;br /&gt;Belong&lt;br /&gt;So would you be my baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-2395125746544494187?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/2395125746544494187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/savage-garden-to-moon-and-back.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/2395125746544494187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/2395125746544494187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/savage-garden-to-moon-and-back.html' title='Savage Garden - To The Moon And Back'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-1371487194413932698</id><published>2008-10-31T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:17:28.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inglés'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limp bizkit'/><title type='text'>Limp Bizkit - Break Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Todos hemos tenido días en que nos lamentamos haber salido de la cama desde un principio. Todos hemos tenido un día de esos...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;que nadie se me atraviese o se les pasa el tren por encima!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/neqX6XTfHMo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/neqX6XTfHMo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Its just one of those days&lt;br /&gt;When you don't wanna wake up&lt;br /&gt;Everything is fucked&lt;br /&gt;Everybody sux&lt;br /&gt;You don't really know why&lt;br /&gt;But you want justify&lt;br /&gt;Rippin' someone's head off&lt;br /&gt;No human contact&lt;br /&gt;And if you interact&lt;br /&gt;Your life is on contract&lt;br /&gt;Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker&lt;br /&gt;It's just one of those days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Its all about the he says she says bullshit&lt;br /&gt;I think you better quit&lt;br /&gt;Lettin' shit slip&lt;br /&gt;Or you'll be leavin with a fat lip&lt;br /&gt;Its all about the he says she says bullshit&lt;br /&gt;I think you better quit talkin that shit&lt;br /&gt;(Punk, so come and get it)&lt;br /&gt;Its just one of those days&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' like a freight train&lt;br /&gt;First one to complain&lt;br /&gt;Leaves with a blood stain&lt;br /&gt;Damn right I'm a maniac&lt;br /&gt;You better watch your back&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm fuckin' up your program&lt;br /&gt;And if your stuck up&lt;br /&gt;You just lucked up&lt;br /&gt;Next in line to get fucked up&lt;br /&gt;Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker&lt;br /&gt;Its just one of those days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shit&lt;br /&gt;My suggestion is to keep your distance cuz right now im dangerous&lt;br /&gt;We've all felt like shit&lt;br /&gt;And been treated like shit&lt;br /&gt;All those motherfuckers that want to step up&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know I pack a chain saw&lt;br /&gt;I'll skin your ass raw&lt;br /&gt;And if my day keeps goin' this way I just might break somethin' tonight...&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know I pack a chain saw&lt;br /&gt;I'll skin your ass raw&lt;br /&gt;And if my day keeps goin' this way I just might break somethin' tonight...&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know I pack a chain saw&lt;br /&gt;I'll skin your ass raw&lt;br /&gt;And if my day keeps goin' this way I just might break your fuckin' face tonight!!&lt;br /&gt;Give me somethin' to break&lt;br /&gt;Give me somethin' to break&lt;br /&gt;Just give me somethin' to break&lt;br /&gt;How bout your fuckin' face&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know I pack a chain saw, what!!...&lt;br /&gt;A chain saw, what!!...&lt;br /&gt;A motherfucking chain saw, what!!...&lt;br /&gt;So come and get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-1371487194413932698?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/1371487194413932698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/limp-bizkit-break-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/1371487194413932698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/1371487194413932698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/limp-bizkit-break-stuff.html' title='Limp Bizkit - Break Stuff'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-4600835037861714993</id><published>2008-10-31T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:17:09.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inglés'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pearl jam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><title type='text'>Pearl Jam - Jeremy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Todos nos hemos sentido como Jeremy, y a veces peor, porque los que queremos a veces nos terminan lastimando sin querer. Jeremy spoken, also I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="339"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k49aqieNOdDjoi57xs" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k49aqieNOdDjoi57xs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="339" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;At home&lt;br /&gt;Drawing pictures&lt;br /&gt;Of mountain tops&lt;br /&gt;With him on top&lt;br /&gt;Lemon yellow sun&lt;br /&gt;Arms raised in a V&lt;br /&gt;Dead lay in pools of maroon below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy didn't give attention&lt;br /&gt;To the fact that mommy didn't care&lt;br /&gt;King Jeremy the wicked&lt;br /&gt;Ruled his world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy spoke in class today&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy spoke in class today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly I remember&lt;br /&gt;Pickin' on the boy&lt;br /&gt;Seemed a harmless little fuck&lt;br /&gt;But we unleashed a lion&lt;br /&gt;Gnashed his teeth&lt;br /&gt;And bit the recess lady's breast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I forget&lt;br /&gt;He hit me with a surprise left&lt;br /&gt;My jaw left hurting&lt;br /&gt;Dropped wide open&lt;br /&gt;Just like the day&lt;br /&gt;Like the day I heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy didn't give affection&lt;br /&gt;And the boy was something that mommy wouldn't wear&lt;br /&gt;King Jeremy the wicked&lt;br /&gt;Ruled his world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy spoke in class today&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy spoke in class today&lt;br /&gt;Try to forget this...&lt;br /&gt;Try to erase this...&lt;br /&gt;From the blackboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-4600835037861714993?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/4600835037861714993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/pearl-jam-jeremy.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/4600835037861714993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/4600835037861714993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/pearl-jam-jeremy.html' title='Pearl Jam - Jeremy'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-1773281426634952144</id><published>2008-10-31T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:16:47.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inglés'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soundgarden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><title type='text'>Soundgarden - Black Hole Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Días oscuros vienen sobre nosotros, donde el cielo enrojecerá, el sol oscurecerá y el corazón se marchitará. Esta canción llama esos días, a mi se empezó a marchitar el corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qiSkyEyBczU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qiSkyEyBczU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;In my eyes, in disposed,&lt;br /&gt;In disguise:as no one knows&lt;br /&gt;Hides the face Lies&lt;br /&gt;The snake, the sun&lt;br /&gt;In my disgrace&lt;br /&gt;Boiling heat, Summer stench&lt;br /&gt;'Neath the black&lt;br /&gt;The sky looks dead&lt;br /&gt;Call my name&lt;br /&gt;Through the cream&lt;br /&gt;And I'll hear you&lt;br /&gt;Scream again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black hole sun&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come&lt;br /&gt;And wash away the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black hole sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuttering&lt;br /&gt;Cold and damp&lt;br /&gt;Steal the warm wind&lt;br /&gt;Tired friend&lt;br /&gt;Times are gone&lt;br /&gt;For honest men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Far too long&lt;br /&gt;For snakes&lt;br /&gt;In my shoes&lt;br /&gt;A-walking sleep&lt;br /&gt;And my youth&lt;br /&gt;I pray to keep&lt;br /&gt;Heaven send, Hell away&lt;br /&gt;No one sings&lt;br /&gt;Like you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black hole sun&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come&lt;br /&gt;And wash away the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black hole sun&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black hole sun&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come&lt;br /&gt;And wash away the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black hole sun&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang my head&lt;br /&gt;Drown my fear&lt;br /&gt;Till you all just&lt;br /&gt;Disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black hole sun&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come&lt;br /&gt;And wash away the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black hole sun&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-1773281426634952144?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/1773281426634952144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/comentario-das-oscuros-vienen-sobre.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/1773281426634952144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/1773281426634952144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/comentario-das-oscuros-vienen-sobre.html' title='Soundgarden - Black Hole Sun'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-1984167065591477022</id><published>2008-10-31T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:16:22.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inglés'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metallica'/><title type='text'>Metallica - Enter Sandman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;El que es bueno llega al cielo, el que reza en las noches se asegura un sueño tranquilo. Hoy rezo para que el mal no me llene, hoy rezo para ver la luz. Ya viene la noche, está entrando en mi la oscuridad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KsigCgXcXCs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KsigCgXcXCs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Say your prayers little one&lt;br /&gt;Dont forget, my son&lt;br /&gt;To include everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuck you in, warm within&lt;br /&gt;Keep you free from sin&lt;br /&gt;Till the sandman he comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep with one eye open&lt;br /&gt;Gripping your pillow tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exit light&lt;br /&gt;Enter night&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Off to never never land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings wrong, shut the light&lt;br /&gt;Heavy thoughts tonight&lt;br /&gt;And they arent of snow white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of war, dreams of liars&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of dragons fire&lt;br /&gt;And of things that will bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep with one eye open&lt;br /&gt;Gripping your pillow tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exit light&lt;br /&gt;Enter night&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Off to never never land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I lay me down to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Pray the lord my soul to keep&lt;br /&gt;If I die before I wake&lt;br /&gt;Pray the lord my soul to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush little baby, dont say a word&lt;br /&gt;And never mind that noise you heard&lt;br /&gt;Its just the beast under your bed,&lt;br /&gt;In your closet, in your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exit light&lt;br /&gt;Enter night&lt;br /&gt;Grain of sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exit light&lt;br /&gt;Enter night&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Were off to never never land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-1984167065591477022?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/1984167065591477022/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/metallica-enter-sandman.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/1984167065591477022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/1984167065591477022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/metallica-enter-sandman.html' title='Metallica - Enter Sandman'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-7943924959676279139</id><published>2008-10-29T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:16:00.404-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emmanuel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Español'/><title type='text'>Emmanuel - La Última Luna</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;La luna y su magia me ha acompañado en muchas noches de soledad, su luz me ha bañado en vigilias de madrugada. Hubo un momento en que fue mi amor platónico, hoy solo somos amigos. Esta canción ya de por sí es mágica al mencionar la luna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T1Lsfwp7TcM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T1Lsfwp7TcM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;La séptima luna&lt;br /&gt;era aquella del Luna Park&lt;br /&gt;el crepúsculo avanzaba&lt;br /&gt;de la feria al bar&lt;br /&gt;mientras tanto el Ángel Santo blasfemaba&lt;br /&gt;la polución que respiraba&lt;br /&gt;musculoso pero frágil.&lt;br /&gt;Pobre Ángel, pobres alas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La sexta luna&lt;br /&gt;era el alma de un desgraciado&lt;br /&gt;que maldecía el haber nacido,&lt;br /&gt;pero sonreía.&lt;br /&gt;Cuatro noches sin haber cenado&lt;br /&gt;con las manos, con las manos,&lt;br /&gt;manchadas de carbón.&lt;br /&gt;Tocaba el pecho una señora&lt;br /&gt;y manchaba y reía&lt;br /&gt;creyéndose el patrón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La quinta luna&lt;br /&gt;daba tanto miedo&lt;br /&gt;era la cabeza de una dama&lt;br /&gt;que sintiendo la muerte cercana&lt;br /&gt;al billar jugaba.&lt;br /&gt;Era grande y elegante,&lt;br /&gt;no era joven, no era vieja&lt;br /&gt;tal vez enferma&lt;br /&gt;seguramente estaba enferma&lt;br /&gt;porque sangraba un poco por la oreja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La cuarta luna&lt;br /&gt;era una cuerda de prisioneros&lt;br /&gt;que caminando, seguía los rieles&lt;br /&gt;de un tren viejo.&lt;br /&gt;Tenía los pies ensangrentados&lt;br /&gt;y las manos, y las manos, y las manos&lt;br /&gt;sin sus guantes,&lt;br /&gt;pero no te alarmes&lt;br /&gt;el cielo está sereno&lt;br /&gt;y no hay bastantes prisioneros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La tercera luna&lt;br /&gt;salieron todos a buscarla&lt;br /&gt;era, era así de grande&lt;br /&gt;que más de uno pensó en el Padre Eterno.&lt;br /&gt;Se secaron las risas,&lt;br /&gt;se fundieron las luces&lt;br /&gt;y comenzó el infierno,&lt;br /&gt;la gente huyó a su casa&lt;br /&gt;porque por una noche&lt;br /&gt;regresó el invierno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La segunda luna&lt;br /&gt;el pánico sembró entre los gitanos&lt;br /&gt;hubo alguno que incluso&lt;br /&gt;se amputo un dedo.&lt;br /&gt;Otros fueron hacia el banco&lt;br /&gt;a hacer alguna operación&lt;br /&gt;pero qué confusión&lt;br /&gt;la mayor parte de ellos&lt;br /&gt;con sus hijos y sus perros&lt;br /&gt;corrieron a la estación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La ultima luna&lt;br /&gt;la vio sólo un recién nacido&lt;br /&gt;con ojos negros, profundos, redondos&lt;br /&gt;y no lloraba&lt;br /&gt;con grandes alas tomó la luna&lt;br /&gt;entre sus manos, entre sus manos.&lt;br /&gt;Salió volando por la ventana&lt;br /&gt;era el hombre del mañana.&lt;br /&gt;Salió volando por la ventana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-7943924959676279139?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/7943924959676279139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/emmanuel-la-ltima-luna.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/7943924959676279139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/7943924959676279139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/emmanuel-la-ltima-luna.html' title='Emmanuel - La Última Luna'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-3385106312758931773</id><published>2008-10-28T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:15:38.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feliciano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jose jose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Español'/><title type='text'>José José y José Feliciano - Por Ella</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Una amistad es constantemente puesta a prueba, queramos o no. Pero no hay prueba más dura que una rivalidad...por una mujer. Mis dos amigos y yo pasamos por esa prueba...y orgullosamente he tenido el privilegio de contar con su amistad en los momentos buenos y malos. Amigos míos: Salud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vTofi9UjlDw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vTofi9UjlDw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Quiero que brindemos por ella &lt;br /&gt;después de todo es mejor &lt;br /&gt;que nunca sepa la pena &lt;br /&gt;que compartimos tu y yo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que brindemos por ella &lt;br /&gt;que el vino mate el dolor &lt;br /&gt;que mate esta tristeza &lt;br /&gt;no la amistad de los dos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca sepa el amor que sentimos &lt;br /&gt;que nunca sepa que estamos perdidos &lt;br /&gt;por ella, por ella. &lt;br /&gt;Déjala y piensa que nunca existió &lt;br /&gt;alza tu copa y brindemos por ella. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que brindemos por ella &lt;br /&gt;que el tiempo borre su amor &lt;br /&gt;que en el recuerdo se pierda &lt;br /&gt;la pena que nos dejo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que brindemos por ella &lt;br /&gt;que el vino mate el dolor &lt;br /&gt;que mate esta tristeza &lt;br /&gt;no la amistad de los dos.&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca sepa el amor que sentimos &lt;br /&gt;que nunca sepa que estamos perdidos &lt;br /&gt;por ella, por ella. &lt;br /&gt;Déjala y piensa que nunca existió &lt;br /&gt;alza tu copa y brindemos por ella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-3385106312758931773?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/3385106312758931773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/jos-jos-y-jos-feliciano-por-ella.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/3385106312758931773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/3385106312758931773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/jos-jos-y-jos-feliciano-por-ella.html' title='José José y José Feliciano - Por Ella'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-9173311064326948250</id><published>2008-10-28T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:20:39.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emmanuel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juan luis guerra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Español'/><title type='text'>Emmanuel (con Juan Luis Guerra) - No he Podido Verte</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Es horrible esperar, no por nada dicen que "el que espera, desespera". Es dura la distancia, y la mente hace lo inimaginable para luchar contra ella. Hoy no he podido verte china, y es mucho lo que te extraño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3wMHgU0LO6M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3wMHgU0LO6M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Marqué tu número telefónico&lt;br /&gt;No se cuántas veces no se cuantas no&lt;br /&gt;Y me diluyo en un te romántico&lt;br /&gt;Pero nada pasa si no escucho tu voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congelo el día en el refrigerador&lt;br /&gt;Luego mis preguntas cuelgo de un reloj&lt;br /&gt;Limpio el suelo con mi carbónico&lt;br /&gt;Pero nada pasa si no escucho tu voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay que mala suerte no he podido verte&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera que estés conmigo en la noche tibia de mi verano.&lt;br /&gt;Hay que mala suerte no he podido verte&lt;br /&gt;Gritar entre mucha gente como filosofo que te extraño.&lt;br /&gt;Hay que mala suerte no he podido verte&lt;br /&gt;Ya nadie te me pareces que multiplico lo que te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Hay que mala suerte no he podido verte&lt;br /&gt;Que juego cada segundo con tus caricias entre mis manos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marqué tu número telefónico&lt;br /&gt;No se cuántas veces no se cuantas no&lt;br /&gt;Y me diluyo en un te romántico&lt;br /&gt;Pero nada pasa si no escucho tu voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay que mala suerte no he podido verte&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera que estés conmigo en la noche tibia de mi verano.&lt;br /&gt;Hay que mala suerte no he podido verte&lt;br /&gt;Gritar entre mucha gente como filosofo que te extraño.&lt;br /&gt;Hay que mala suerte no he podido verte&lt;br /&gt;Ya nadie te me pareces que multiplico lo que te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Hay que mala suerte no he podido verte&lt;br /&gt;Que juego cada segundo con tus caricias entre mis manos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay que mala suerte no he podido verte&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera que estés conmigo en la noche tibia de mi verano.&lt;br /&gt;Hay que mala suerte no he podido verte&lt;br /&gt;Gritar entre mucha gente como filosofo que te extraño.&lt;br /&gt;Hay que mala suerte no he podido verte&lt;br /&gt;Ya nadie te me pareces que multiplico lo que te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Hay que mala suerte no he podido verte&lt;br /&gt;Que juego cada segundo con tus caricias entre mis manos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-9173311064326948250?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/9173311064326948250/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/emmanuel-con-juan-luis-guerra-no-he.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/9173311064326948250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/9173311064326948250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/emmanuel-con-juan-luis-guerra-no-he.html' title='Emmanuel (con Juan Luis Guerra) - No he Podido Verte'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-6873872879809691423</id><published>2008-10-28T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:19:19.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enanitos verdes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Español'/><title type='text'>Enanitos Verdes - Lamento Boliviano</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Promesas de amor eterno, en la cama? Vaya lugar y vaya promesa. Vaya sensación la que me provoca: un sentimiento eterno e indescriptible que me acompaña al escuchar esta canción.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pkuLh4u0H8E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pkuLh4u0H8E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Me quieren agitar&lt;br /&gt;Me incitan a gritar.&lt;br /&gt;Soy como una roca,&lt;br /&gt;Palabras no me tocan&lt;br /&gt;Adentro hay un volcán&lt;br /&gt;Que pronto va a estallar.&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero estar tranquilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es mi situación&lt;br /&gt;Una desolación,&lt;br /&gt;Soy como un lamento,&lt;br /&gt;Lamento boliviano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que un día empezó&lt;br /&gt;Y no va a terminar&lt;br /&gt;Y a nadie hace daño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo estoy aquí&lt;br /&gt;Borracho y loco&lt;br /&gt;Y mi corazón idiota&lt;br /&gt;Siempre brillará&lt;br /&gt;Y yo te amaré,&lt;br /&gt;Te amaré por siempre.&lt;br /&gt;Nena no te peines en la cama&lt;br /&gt;Que los viajantes se van a atrasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo estoy aquí&lt;br /&gt;Borracho y loco&lt;br /&gt;Y mi corazón idiota&lt;br /&gt;Y yo te amaré,&lt;br /&gt;Te amaré por siempre.&lt;br /&gt;Nena no te peines en la cama&lt;br /&gt;Que los viajantes se van a atrasar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-6873872879809691423?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/6873872879809691423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/enanitos-verdes-lamento-boliviano.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/6873872879809691423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/6873872879809691423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/enanitos-verdes-lamento-boliviano.html' title='Enanitos Verdes - Lamento Boliviano'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-8131901387716729987</id><published>2008-10-28T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:12:53.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el parque'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tikicia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Español'/><title type='text'>El Parque - Cuantas noches</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No importa cuantas noches pasen, a veces el dolor se queda, a veces se va. Orgullosamente 100% Tico, lo mejor de El Parque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hdcjh40UCQs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hdcjh40UCQs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Ay, maldita miseria aléjate&lt;br /&gt;Cuantas noches no has dormido&lt;br /&gt;Oh, con las velas encendidas&lt;br /&gt;Al mirar, como crece sin querer mi soledad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otra vez, vuelves a gritar&lt;br /&gt;Y tu corazón sangrando&lt;br /&gt;Ay, como sangra&lt;br /&gt;Mírame y aprendí a llorar &lt;br /&gt;Con la luna el mundo cambia&lt;br /&gt;Ay, como cambia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu, ahogarás los golpes con tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;Nunca más serán sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Oh, son las voces del olvido&lt;br /&gt;Sin dudar, morirás al pie de tu altar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y otra vez, vuelves a gritar&lt;br /&gt;Y tu corazón aún sangra&lt;br /&gt;Ay, como sangra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mírame y aprendí a llorar &lt;br /&gt;Con la luna el mundo cambia&lt;br /&gt;Ay, como cambia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el dolor algún día se irá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y otra vez, vuelves a gritar&lt;br /&gt;Y tu corazón aún sangra&lt;br /&gt;Ay, como sangra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mírame y aprendí a llorar &lt;br /&gt;Con la luna el mundo cambia&lt;br /&gt;Ay, como cambia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el dolor algún día se irá...&lt;br /&gt;Y el dolor algún día se irá...&lt;br /&gt;Y el dolor algún día se irá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-8131901387716729987?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/8131901387716729987/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/el-parque-cuantas-noches.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/8131901387716729987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/8131901387716729987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/el-parque-cuantas-noches.html' title='El Parque - Cuantas noches'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-682840838543743527</id><published>2008-10-28T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:11:56.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elefante'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Español'/><title type='text'>Elefante - De la Noche a la Mañana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Basta un mirada para que ocurra el milagro, basta una caricia para cumplir un sueño, basta despertar para tal vez seguir soñando. A mi me basta una mirada para saber que la mía la dejé colgando en la ventana junto con esta canción.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-r2-cvj7h3M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-r2-cvj7h3M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Me despierta el corazón en la mañana&lt;br /&gt;puedo ver salir el sol en su mirada&lt;br /&gt;todo puede suceder cuando se ama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El amor sabe mejor sobre la cama&lt;br /&gt;pero se te apaga el sol cuando se marcha&lt;br /&gt;y cuelgas los ojos en la ventana&lt;br /&gt;y vives de a poco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y se detiene el tiempo en tu cara&lt;br /&gt;y se te acaba el cuento de hadas&lt;br /&gt;y se te mueve el piso, el cielo y no sabes ni como te llamas&lt;br /&gt;y sientes que la virgen te habla&lt;br /&gt;sientes que el silencio te embriaga&lt;br /&gt;y quieres gritar y gritar y gritar y no encuentras palabras&lt;br /&gt;y cuelgas los ojos en la ventana&lt;br /&gt;y vives de a poco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me desvela el corazón la muy ingrata&lt;br /&gt;ya no se ni donde estoy ni lo que pasa&lt;br /&gt;algo puede suceder si regresara&lt;br /&gt;todo tiene solución sobre su cama&lt;br /&gt;pero se te apaga el sol cuando se marcha&lt;br /&gt;y cuelgas los ojos en la ventana&lt;br /&gt;y mueres de a poco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y se detiene el tiempo en tu cara&lt;br /&gt;y se te acaba el cuento de hadas&lt;br /&gt;y se te mueve el piso, el cielo y no sabes ni como te llamas&lt;br /&gt;y sientes que la virgen te habla&lt;br /&gt;sientes que el silencio te embriaga&lt;br /&gt;y quieres gritar y gritar y gritar y no encuentras palabras&lt;br /&gt;y cuelgas los ojos en la ventana&lt;br /&gt;y mueres de a poco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y se detiene el tiempo en tu cara&lt;br /&gt;y se te acaba el cuento de hadas&lt;br /&gt;y se te mueve el piso, el cielo y no sabes ni como te llamas o nooo...&lt;br /&gt;y sientes que la virgen te habla&lt;br /&gt;sientes que el silencio te embriaga&lt;br /&gt;y quieres gritar y gritar y gritar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-682840838543743527?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/682840838543743527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/elefante-de-la-noche-la-maana.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/682840838543743527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/682840838543743527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/elefante-de-la-noche-la-maana.html' title='Elefante - De la Noche a la Mañana'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-6823798869983151767</id><published>2008-10-28T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:11:26.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donato'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estefano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Español'/><title type='text'>Donato y Estefano - Sin Ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Un solo instante nos vale para alcanzar el cielo de mano de lo desconocido. Lo desconocido a veces viene acompañado de lo inesperado. Lo inesperado viene acompañado de un poema que Sin Ti no tiene sentido. Muy buena canción, de Colombia para el mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A4RBLcA-Gzs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A4RBLcA-Gzs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Sin tí soy un pasaporte vencido&lt;br /&gt;Un hombre que a perdido mil batallas&lt;br /&gt;Una asociación de penas y olvidos&lt;br /&gt;Y una vos gritando amor no te vallas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti soy el nada de una propuesta&lt;br /&gt;Un error que pasa a ser reincidente&lt;br /&gt;Una bienvenida llena de ausencia&lt;br /&gt;Un niño que se extrabio entre la gente...entre la gente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro&lt;br /&gt;Es por eso que estando contigo me siento en pleno verano&lt;br /&gt;Llegando a puertas del cielo y de tu mano&lt;br /&gt;Es por eso que estando contigo me siento en pleno verano&lt;br /&gt;Llegando a pueras del cielo y de tu mano...de tu mano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti estoy sin agua en pleno desierto&lt;br /&gt;Y mi cuerpo vive haciendo protestas&lt;br /&gt;sin ti se me aleja todo lo bueno&lt;br /&gt;Soy un desterrado buscando tierra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti soy el ente que olvido el nombre&lt;br /&gt;Soy el presupuesto de un alma en quiebra&lt;br /&gt;Es salir de viaje hacia no se donde&lt;br /&gt;En definitiva un cero a la izquierda...a la izquierda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro&lt;br /&gt;Es por eso que estando contigo me siento en pleno verano&lt;br /&gt;Llegando a puertas del cielo y de tu mano&lt;br /&gt;Es por eso que estando contigo me siento en pleno verano&lt;br /&gt;Llegando a pueras del cielo y de tu mano...de tu mano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es por eso que estando contigo me siento en pleno verano&lt;br /&gt;Llegando a puertas del cielo y de tu mano&lt;br /&gt;Es por eso que estando contigo me siento en pleno verano&lt;br /&gt;Llegando a puertas del cielo y de tu mano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un poema cantare y en tus labios dormire&lt;br /&gt;Y a las puertas del cielo llegare&lt;br /&gt;Un poema cantare y en tus labios dormire&lt;br /&gt;Y a las puertas del cielo llegare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es por eso que estando contigo me siento en pleno verano&lt;br /&gt;Llegando a puertas del cielo y de tu mano&lt;br /&gt;Es por eso que estando contigo me siento en pleno verano&lt;br /&gt;Llegando a puertas del cielo y de tu mano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-6823798869983151767?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/6823798869983151767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/donato-y-estefano-sin-ti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/6823798869983151767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/6823798869983151767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/donato-y-estefano-sin-ti.html' title='Donato y Estefano - Sin Ti'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-4225455250047983193</id><published>2008-10-28T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:10:27.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coldplay'/><title type='text'>Coldplay - Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A veces por querer demasiado terminamos metidos en un problema enorme. A veces por no hacer un problema enorme nunca terminamos de querer. Esta canción me recuerda lo enorme que se pueden hacer, si de verdad quieres a alguien. Aprendí lo que es querer (y sufrir) de verdad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LolJmyDjRsQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LolJmyDjRsQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;O no, I see,&lt;br /&gt;A spider web is tangled up with me,&lt;br /&gt;And I lost my head,&lt;br /&gt;The thought of all the stupid things I'd said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O no, what's this?&lt;br /&gt;A spider web, and I'm caught in the middle,&lt;br /&gt;So I turn to run,&lt;br /&gt;The thought of all the stupid things I've done,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never meant to cause you trouble,&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do you wrong,&lt;br /&gt;And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,&lt;br /&gt;And oh no, I never meant to do you harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O no, I see,&lt;br /&gt;A spider web and it's me in the middle,&lt;br /&gt;So I twist and turn,&lt;br /&gt;Here am I in my little bubble,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing I, I never meant to cause you trouble,&lt;br /&gt;And I, I never meant to do you wrong,&lt;br /&gt;And I, if I ever caused you trouble,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no I never meant to do you harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They spun a web for me,&lt;br /&gt;They spun a web for me,&lt;br /&gt;They spun a web for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-4225455250047983193?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/4225455250047983193/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/coldplay-trouble.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/4225455250047983193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/4225455250047983193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/coldplay-trouble.html' title='Coldplay - Trouble'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-2372992924579039593</id><published>2008-10-28T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:10:05.728-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightwish'/><title type='text'>Nightwish - Ever Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Todos soñamos, pero muy pocos puede vivir sus sueños. Mientras exista la posibilidad de soñar, existirá la esperanza de cumplir esos sueños. &lt;br /&gt;De las mejores canciones de Nightwish, cuando aún Tarja era la vocalista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W39WaGTPnvg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W39WaGTPnvg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Ever felt away with me&lt;br /&gt;Just once that all I need&lt;br /&gt;Entwined in finding you one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt away without me&lt;br /&gt;My love, it lies so deep&lt;br /&gt;Ever dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you do it with me&lt;br /&gt;Heal the scars and change the stars&lt;br /&gt;Would you do it for me&lt;br /&gt;Turn loose the heaven within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd take you away&lt;br /&gt;Castaway on a lonely day&lt;br /&gt;Bosom for a teary cheek&lt;br /&gt;My song can but borrow your grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come out, come out wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;So lost in your sea&lt;br /&gt;Give in, give in for my touch&lt;br /&gt;For my taste for my lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty cascaded on me&lt;br /&gt;In this white night fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-2372992924579039593?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/2372992924579039593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/nightwish-ever-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/2372992924579039593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/2372992924579039593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/nightwish-ever-dream.html' title='Nightwish - Ever Dream'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-234186238864915183</id><published>2008-10-27T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:22:22.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gustavo cerati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Español'/><title type='text'>Gustavo Cerati - Puente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A veces los puentes que nos unen con las cosas sencillas son tan difíciles de cruzar por las complicaciones que nos imponemos todos los días. A veces los cruzamos con un gesto insignificante que pasó desapercibido, a veces nunca los podemos cruzar.&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción me acercó a la respuesta de cómo cruzar, me acerco al otro lado del puente y pude entender que lo maravilloso y lo mágico de esta vida se fundieron el uno con el otro dentro de mi mismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Pulse aquí para bloquear este objeto con Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-012268936678450904 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/-kiHH3-2RNQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-kiHH3-2RNQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-kiHH3-2RNQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Hoy te busqué&lt;br /&gt;En la rima que duerme&lt;br /&gt;Con todas las palabras&lt;br /&gt;Si algo callé&lt;br /&gt;es porque&lt;br /&gt;Entendí todo&lt;br /&gt;Menos la distancia&lt;br /&gt;Desordené átomos&lt;br /&gt;Tuyos para hacerte&lt;br /&gt;Aparecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un día más, un día más...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriba el sol&lt;br /&gt;Abajo el reflejo&lt;br /&gt;Ve cómo estalla mi alma&lt;br /&gt;Ya estás aquí&lt;br /&gt;Y el paso que dimos&lt;br /&gt;Es causa y es efecto&lt;br /&gt;Cruza el amor&lt;br /&gt;Yo cruzaré los dedos&lt;br /&gt;Y gracias por venir&lt;br /&gt;Gracias por venir&lt;br /&gt;Adorable puente&lt;br /&gt;Se ha creado entre los dos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruza el amor&lt;br /&gt;Yo cruzaré los dedos&lt;br /&gt;Y gracias por venir&lt;br /&gt;Gracias por venir&lt;br /&gt;Adorable puente......&lt;br /&gt;Cruza el amor&lt;br /&gt;Cruza el amor&lt;br /&gt;Por el puente&lt;br /&gt;Usa el amor&lt;br /&gt;Usa el amor&lt;br /&gt;Como un puente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-234186238864915183?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/234186238864915183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/gustavo-cerati-puente.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/234186238864915183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/234186238864915183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/gustavo-cerati-puente.html' title='Gustavo Cerati - Puente'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-2599918830940318979</id><published>2008-10-27T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:18:48.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rob thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santana'/><title type='text'>Santana featuring Rob Thomas - Smooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1999: fue un buen año para escuchar música nueva. Ese fue el año de Santana, del boom latino en los Estados Unidos. Ese fue un décimo año del cole que nunca olvidaré.&lt;br /&gt;Santana me puso a volar con esta canción...aún no he aterrizado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Pulse aquí para bloquear este objeto con Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-012268936678450904 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/gpX97eg-W-k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Pulse aquí para bloquear este objeto con Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-012268936678450904 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/gpX97eg-W-k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gpX97eg-W-k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gpX97eg-W-k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Man it's a hot one&lt;br /&gt;Like seven inches from the midday sun&lt;br /&gt;I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone&lt;br /&gt;But you stay so cool&lt;br /&gt;My muñequita, my spanish harlem Mona Lisa&lt;br /&gt;You're my reason for reason&lt;br /&gt;The step in my groove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;And if you say this life ain't good enough&lt;br /&gt;I would give my world to lift you up&lt;br /&gt;I could change my life to better suit your mood&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're so smooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;And it's just like the ocean under the moon&lt;br /&gt;Well that's the same as the emotion that i get from you&lt;br /&gt;You got the kind of lovin that can be so smooth&lt;br /&gt;Give me your heart, make it real&lt;br /&gt;Or else forget about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you one thing&lt;br /&gt;If you would leave it would be a crying shame&lt;br /&gt;In every breath and every word i hear your name calling me out&lt;br /&gt;Out from the barrio, you hear my rhythm from your radio&lt;br /&gt;You feel the turning of the world so soft and slow&lt;br /&gt;Turning you round and round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;And if you say this life ain't good enough&lt;br /&gt;I would give my world to lift you up&lt;br /&gt;I could change my life to better suit your mood&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're so smooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;And it's just like the ocean under the moon&lt;br /&gt;Well that's the same as the emotion that i get from you&lt;br /&gt;You got the kind of lovin that can be so smooth&lt;br /&gt;Give me your heart, make it real&lt;br /&gt;Or else forget about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-2599918830940318979?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/2599918830940318979/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/santana-feat-rob-thomas-smooth.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/2599918830940318979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/2599918830940318979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/santana-feat-rob-thomas-smooth.html' title='Santana featuring Rob Thomas - Smooth'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-1436854109441166657</id><published>2008-10-27T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:08:35.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madonna'/><title type='text'>Madonna - Frozen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aún cuando vivas en Cartago y creas estar acostumbrado al frío y a las brumas, siempre existirá la posibilidad de que se te congele no solo la piel, sino también el corazón.&lt;br /&gt;Ese examen de mate en noveno siempre lo relacionaré con esa canción, no me acuerdo de la materia que me evaluaron pero si recordaré la fría sensación de desamparo que sentí esa fría mañana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="339"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k5YhcN0IrmqPUZ2a9s" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k5YhcN0IrmqPUZ2a9s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="339" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;You only see what your eyes want to see&lt;br /&gt;How can life be what you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;You're frozen, when your heart's not open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so consumed with how much you get&lt;br /&gt;You waste your time with hate and regret&lt;br /&gt;You're broken, when your heart's not open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm-mm-mm... If I could melt your heart&lt;br /&gt;Mmm-mm-mm... We'd never be apart&lt;br /&gt;Mmm-mm-mm... Give yourself to me&lt;br /&gt;Mmm-mm-mm... You hold the key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's no point in placing the blame&lt;br /&gt;And you should know I suffer the same&lt;br /&gt;If I lose you, my heart will be broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a bird, she needs to fly&lt;br /&gt;Let all the hurt inside of you die&lt;br /&gt;You're frozen, when your heart's not open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm-mm-mm... If I could melt your heart&lt;br /&gt;Mmm-mm-mm... We'd never be apart&lt;br /&gt;Mmm-mm-mm... Give yourself to me&lt;br /&gt;Mmm-mm-mm... You hold the key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only see what your eyes want to see&lt;br /&gt;How can life be what you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;You're frozen, when your heart's not open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm-mm-mm... If I could melt your heart&lt;br /&gt;Mmm-mm-mm... We'd never be apart&lt;br /&gt;Mmm-mm-mm... Give yourself to me&lt;br /&gt;Mmm-mm-mm... You hold the key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm-mm-mm... If I could melt your heart&lt;br /&gt;Mmm-mm-mm... We'd never be apart&lt;br /&gt;Mmm-mm-mm... Give yourself to me&lt;br /&gt;Mmm-mm-mm... You hold the key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could melt your heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-1436854109441166657?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/1436854109441166657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/madonna-frozen.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/1436854109441166657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/1436854109441166657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/madonna-frozen.html' title='Madonna - Frozen'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-6469240457809914718</id><published>2008-10-26T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:15:54.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soda stereo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Español'/><title type='text'>Soda Stereo - En la Ciudad de la Furia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;En una noche de madrugada, sabés que el cielo está lleno de misterios? mi sueño interrumpido también lo estaba. Entonces saco del cielo el misterio que tiene impregnado esta canción. Ahora puedo seguir soñando. Gracias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Pulse aquí para bloquear este objeto con Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-012268936678450904 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/e-QwIW6CyWo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Pulse aquí para bloquear este objeto con Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-012268936678450904 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/e-QwIW6CyWo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e-QwIW6CyWo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e-QwIW6CyWo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Me verás volar&lt;br /&gt;Por la ciudad de la furia&lt;br /&gt;Donde nadie sabe de mi&lt;br /&gt;Y yo soy parte de todo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada cambiará&lt;br /&gt;Con un aviso de curva&lt;br /&gt;En sus caras veo el temor&lt;br /&gt;Ya no hay fábulas&lt;br /&gt;En la cuidad de la furia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me verás caer&lt;br /&gt;Como un ave de presa&lt;br /&gt;Me verás caer&lt;br /&gt;Sobre terrazas desiertas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me desnudaré&lt;br /&gt;Por las calles azules&lt;br /&gt;Me refugiaré&lt;br /&gt;Antes que todos despierten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dejarás dormir al amanecer&lt;br /&gt;Entre tus piernas, entre tus piernas&lt;br /&gt;Sabrás ocultarme bien y desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Entre la niebla, entre la niebla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un hombre alado&lt;br /&gt;Extraña la tierra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me verás volar&lt;br /&gt;Por la ciudad de la furia&lt;br /&gt;Donde nadie sabe de mi&lt;br /&gt;Y yo soy parte de todo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por la luz del sol&lt;br /&gt;Se derriten mis alas&lt;br /&gt;Sólo encuentro en la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;Lo que me une&lt;br /&gt;Con la ciudad de la furia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me verás caer&lt;br /&gt;Como una flecha salvaje&lt;br /&gt;Me verás caer&lt;br /&gt;Entre vuelos fugaces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buenos aires se ve&lt;br /&gt;Tan susceptible&lt;br /&gt;Es el destino de furias&lt;br /&gt;Lo que en sus caras persiste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dejarás dormir al amanecer&lt;br /&gt;Entre tus piernas, entre tus piernas&lt;br /&gt;Sabrás ocultarme bien y desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Entre la niebla, entre la niebla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un hombre alado&lt;br /&gt;Prefiere la noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-6469240457809914718?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/6469240457809914718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/soda-stereo-en-la-ciudad-de-la-furia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/6469240457809914718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/6469240457809914718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/soda-stereo-en-la-ciudad-de-la-furia.html' title='Soda Stereo - En la Ciudad de la Furia'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-1767516554002097039</id><published>2008-10-26T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:07:28.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Español'/><title type='text'>Maná - Bendita Tu Luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A veces no vemos la luz cuando nos encerramos en la oscuridad, a veces simplemente se nos esconde porque no estamos preparados para verla. Pero cuando al fin ocurre el milagro, sabemos que fuimos bendecidos. China, nunca olvidaré ese concierto, nuestro abrazo y todo lo que significa para ambos esta canción.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Pulse aquí para bloquear este objeto con Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-012268936678450904 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/gIhlxhEO52k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Pulse aquí para bloquear este objeto con Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-012268936678450904 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/gIhlxhEO52k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gIhlxhEO52k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gIhlxhEO52k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Bendito el lugar y el motivo de estar ahi&lt;br /&gt;Bendita la coincidencia&lt;br /&gt;Bendito el reloj que nos puso puntual ahi&lt;br /&gt;Bendita sea tu presencia&lt;br /&gt;Bendito dios por encontrarnos en el camino&lt;br /&gt;Y de quitarme esta soledad de mi destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendita la luz&lt;br /&gt;Bendita la luz de tu mirada...desde el alma (bis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benditos ojos q me esquibaban&lt;br /&gt;simulaban desde que me ignoraban&lt;br /&gt;Y de repente sostienes la mirada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendito dios por encontranos en el camino&lt;br /&gt;Y de quitarme esta soledad de mi destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendita la luz&lt;br /&gt;Bendita la luz de tu mirada (bis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gloria divina de esta suerte&lt;br /&gt;Y de encontrarte justo ahi en medio del camino&lt;br /&gt;Gloria al cielo de encontarte ahora llevarte mi soledad&lt;br /&gt;y coincidir en mi destino en el mismo destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendita la luz&lt;br /&gt;Bendita la luz de tu mirada (bis)&lt;br /&gt;Bendita mirada oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Bendita mirada desde el alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu mirada oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Bendita bendita bendita mirada&lt;br /&gt;Bendita tu alma y bendita tu luz&lt;br /&gt;Tu mirada oh oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-1767516554002097039?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/1767516554002097039/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/man-bendita-tu-luz.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/1767516554002097039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/1767516554002097039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/man-bendita-tu-luz.html' title='Maná - Bendita Tu Luz'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-7545414690523739918</id><published>2008-10-26T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:07:02.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gotye'/><title type='text'>Gotye - Hearts A Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Justo cuando mi corazón era un desastre, llegaste a mi vida china y al ver que nuestros corazones compartían el mismo sentimiento, por fin pude ponerlo en orden. Esta canción me lo recuerda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Pulse aquí para bloquear este objeto con Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-012268936678450904 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvbSiQZfACQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Pulse aquí para bloquear este objeto con Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-012268936678450904 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvbSiQZfACQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvbSiQZfACQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvbSiQZfACQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Pick apart&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of your heart&lt;br /&gt;And let me peer inside&lt;br /&gt;Let me in&lt;br /&gt;Where only your thoughts have been&lt;br /&gt;Let me occupy your mind&lt;br /&gt;As you do mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart’s a mess&lt;br /&gt;You won’t admit to it&lt;br /&gt;It makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;But I’m desperate to connect&lt;br /&gt;And you, you can’t live like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have lost&lt;br /&gt;(Too much love)&lt;br /&gt;To fear, doubt and distrust&lt;br /&gt;(It’s not enough)&lt;br /&gt;You just threw away the key&lt;br /&gt;(To your heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t get burned&lt;br /&gt;(’Cause nothing gets through)&lt;br /&gt;It makes it easier&lt;br /&gt;(Easier on you)&lt;br /&gt;But that much more difficult for me&lt;br /&gt;To make you see…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ain’t fair&lt;br /&gt;So there you are&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart’s a mess&lt;br /&gt;You won’t admit to it&lt;br /&gt;It makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;But I’m desperate to connect&lt;br /&gt;And you, you can’t live like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart’s a mess&lt;br /&gt;You won’t admit to it&lt;br /&gt;It makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;But I’m desperate to connect&lt;br /&gt;And you, you can’t live like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart’s a mess&lt;br /&gt;You won’t admit to it&lt;br /&gt;It makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;But I’m desperate to connect&lt;br /&gt;And you, you can’t live like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ain’t safe&lt;br /&gt;You won’t get hurt if you stay chaste&lt;br /&gt;So you can wait&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t wanna waste my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-7545414690523739918?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/7545414690523739918/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/gotye-hearts-mess.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/7545414690523739918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/7545414690523739918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/gotye-hearts-mess.html' title='Gotye - Hearts A Mess'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-962220037148727379</id><published>2008-10-24T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:14:38.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guns n roses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><title type='text'>Guns N Roses - November Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;El mejor mes del año! (y no es porque yo haya nacido en ese mes)&lt;br /&gt;A eso le sumamos la lluvia y tenemos esta canción.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tbkG6Za6w5s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tbkG6Za6w5s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;When I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can see a love restrained&lt;br /&gt;But darlin' when I hold you&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I feel the same&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nothin' lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;And we both know hearts can change&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard to hold a candle&lt;br /&gt;In the cold November rain&lt;br /&gt;We've been through this&lt;br /&gt;Such a long long time&lt;br /&gt;Just tryin' to kill the pain&lt;br /&gt;yeahh..&lt;br /&gt;But lovers always come&lt;br /&gt;And lovers always go&lt;br /&gt;And no one's really sure&lt;br /&gt;Who's lettin' go today&lt;br /&gt;Walking away&lt;br /&gt;If we could take the time&lt;br /&gt;To lay it on the line&lt;br /&gt;I could rest my head&lt;br /&gt;Just knowin' that you were mine&lt;br /&gt;All mine&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to love me&lt;br /&gt;Then darlin' don't refrain&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll just end up walkin'&lt;br /&gt;In the cold November rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need some time&lt;br /&gt;On your own&lt;br /&gt;Do you need some time&lt;br /&gt;All alone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs some time&lt;br /&gt;On their own&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you need some time&lt;br /&gt;All alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to keep an open heart&lt;br /&gt;When even friends seem out to harm you&lt;br /&gt;But if you could heal a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't time be out to charm you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I need some time&lt;br /&gt;On my own&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I need some time&lt;br /&gt;All alone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs some time&lt;br /&gt;On their own&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you need some time&lt;br /&gt;All alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when your fears subside&lt;br /&gt;And shadows still remain&lt;br /&gt;I know that you can love me&lt;br /&gt;When there's no one left to blame&lt;br /&gt;So never mind the darkness&lt;br /&gt;We still can find a way&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nothin' lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;Even cold November rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya think that you&lt;br /&gt;Need somebody&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya think that you&lt;br /&gt;Need someone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs somebody&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only one&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya think that you&lt;br /&gt;Need somebody&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya think that you&lt;br /&gt;Need someone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs somebody&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only one&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya think that you&lt;br /&gt;Need somebody&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya think that you&lt;br /&gt;Need someone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs somebody&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only one&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont ya think that you&lt;br /&gt;Need somebody&lt;br /&gt;Dont ya think that you&lt;br /&gt;Need someone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-962220037148727379?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/962220037148727379/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/guns-n-roses-november-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/962220037148727379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/962220037148727379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/guns-n-roses-november-rain.html' title='Guns N Roses - November Rain'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-5297795379920032568</id><published>2008-10-24T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:13:51.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sheryll crow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><title type='text'>Sheryl Crow - All I Wanna Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que ojazos los de esta chavala! Me recuerdan a los de Diana ;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k0hJAA6h6Sk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k0hJAA6h6Sk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Hit it!&lt;br /&gt;This ain't no disco&lt;br /&gt;It ain't no country club either&lt;br /&gt;This is LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die,"&lt;br /&gt;Says the man next to me out of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;It's apropos&lt;br /&gt;Of nothing&lt;br /&gt;He says his name's William but I'm sure,&lt;br /&gt;He's Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy&lt;br /&gt;And he's plain ugly to me&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if he's ever had a day of fun in his whole&lt;br /&gt;life&lt;br /&gt;We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;In a bar that faces a giant car wash&lt;br /&gt;The good people of the world are washing their cars&lt;br /&gt;On their lunch break, hosing and scrubbing&lt;br /&gt;As best they can in skirts in suits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks&lt;br /&gt;Back to the phone company, the record store too&lt;br /&gt;Well, they're nothing like Billy and me, cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is have some fun&lt;br /&gt;I got a feeling I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is have some fun&lt;br /&gt;I got a feeling I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is have some fun&lt;br /&gt;Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a good beer buzz early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And Billy likes to peel the labels&lt;br /&gt;From his bottles of Bud&lt;br /&gt;He shreds them on the bar&lt;br /&gt;Then he lights every match in an oversized pack&lt;br /&gt;Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers&lt;br /&gt;before blowing and cursing them out&lt;br /&gt;And he's watching the bottles of Bud as they spin on&lt;br /&gt;the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a happy couple enters the bar&lt;br /&gt;Dangerously close to one another&lt;br /&gt;The bartender looks up from his want ads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise the bar is ours,&lt;br /&gt;The day and the night and the car wash too&lt;br /&gt;The matches and the Buds and the clean and dirty&lt;br /&gt;cars&lt;br /&gt;The sun and the moon but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-5297795379920032568?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/5297795379920032568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/sheryl-crow-all-i-wanna-do.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/5297795379920032568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/5297795379920032568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/sheryl-crow-all-i-wanna-do.html' title='Sheryl Crow - All I Wanna Do'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-3255960266202393263</id><published>2008-10-24T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:03:12.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evanescence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><title type='text'>Evanescense - My Immortal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comentario:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para el mal de amores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/idd_92ajjwY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/idd_92ajjwY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of being here&lt;br /&gt;Suppressed by all my childish fears&lt;br /&gt;And if you have to leave&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you would just leave&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your presence still lingers here&lt;br /&gt;And it won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have&lt;br /&gt;All of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to captivate me&lt;br /&gt;By your resonating light&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;br /&gt;Your face it haunts&lt;br /&gt;My once pleasant dreams&lt;br /&gt;Your voice it chased away&lt;br /&gt;All the sanity in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;But though you're still with me&lt;br /&gt;I've been alone all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-3255960266202393263?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/3255960266202393263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/evanescense-my-immortal.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/3255960266202393263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/3255960266202393263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/evanescense-my-immortal.html' title='Evanescense - My Immortal'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-7193353361396048116</id><published>2008-10-24T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:10:52.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oasis'/><title type='text'>Oasis - Wonderwall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Y la forma en que me siento ahora, no la puedo describir. Eso es lo bueno de querer a alguien, es indescriptible. Y eso es lo mejor de esta canción también. Una de las mejores canciones de Oasis; para mi, la mejor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FAPtTS0TYtU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FAPtTS0TYtU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Today is gonna be the day&lt;br /&gt;That they're gonna throw it back to you&lt;br /&gt;By now you should've somehow&lt;br /&gt;Realized what you gotta do&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody&lt;br /&gt;Feels the way I do about you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backbeat the word was on the street&lt;br /&gt;That the fire in your heart is out&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;But you never really had a doubt&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody feels&lt;br /&gt;The way I do about you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the roads we have to walk along are winding&lt;br /&gt;And all the lights that lead us there are blinding&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that I would&lt;br /&gt;Like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because maybe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me ?&lt;br /&gt;And after all&lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was gonna be the day?&lt;br /&gt;But they'll never throw it back to you&lt;br /&gt;By now you should've somehow&lt;br /&gt;Realized what you're not to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody&lt;br /&gt;Feels the way I do&lt;br /&gt;About you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the roads that lead to you were winding&lt;br /&gt;And all the lights that light the way are blinding&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that I would like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said maybe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me ?&lt;br /&gt;And after all&lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said maybe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me ?&lt;br /&gt;And after all&lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said maybe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-7193353361396048116?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/7193353361396048116/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/oasis-wonderwall_24.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/7193353361396048116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/7193353361396048116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/oasis-wonderwall_24.html' title='Oasis - Wonderwall'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-6405851917834832600</id><published>2008-10-23T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:02:11.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inglés'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seal'/><title type='text'>Seal - Kiss From A Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cómo comparar la caricia de la brisa con el beso de una rosa? No se puede, pero aún yo sigo prefiero los labios de la rosa. Esta canción es otra de mis favoritas de todos los tiempos. La letra es excelente y el recuerdo también. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vRhPevjZpcE&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vRhPevjZpcE&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea.&lt;br /&gt;You became the light on the dark side of me.&lt;br /&gt;Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.&lt;br /&gt;But did you know,&lt;br /&gt;That when it snows,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes become large and&lt;br /&gt;The light that you shine can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh,&lt;br /&gt;The more I get of you,&lt;br /&gt;The stranger it feels, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And now that your rose is in bloom.&lt;br /&gt;A light hits the gloom on the grave.&lt;br /&gt;There is so much a man can tell you,&lt;br /&gt;So much he can say.&lt;br /&gt;You remain,&lt;br /&gt;My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby&lt;br /&gt;To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.&lt;br /&gt;Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?&lt;br /&gt;But did you know,&lt;br /&gt;That when it snows,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the more I get of you&lt;br /&gt;The stranger it feels, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Now that your rose is in bloom.&lt;br /&gt;A light hits the gloom on the grave,&lt;br /&gt;I've been kissed by a rose on the grave,&lt;br /&gt;I've been kissed by a rose&lt;br /&gt;I've been kissed by a rose on the grave,&lt;br /&gt;...And if I should fall along the way&lt;br /&gt;I've been kissed by a rose&lt;br /&gt;...been kissed by a rose on the grave.&lt;br /&gt;There is so much a man can tell you,&lt;br /&gt;So much he can say.&lt;br /&gt;You remain&lt;br /&gt;My power, my pleasure, my pain.&lt;br /&gt;To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby.&lt;br /&gt;But did you know,&lt;br /&gt;That when it snows,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the more I get of you&lt;br /&gt;The stranger it feels, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Now that your rose is in bloom,&lt;br /&gt;A light hits the gloom on the grave.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the more I get of you&lt;br /&gt;The stranger it feels, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And now that your rose is in bloom&lt;br /&gt;A light hits the gloom on the grave&lt;br /&gt;Now that your rose is in bloom,&lt;br /&gt;A light hits the gloom on the grave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-6405851917834832600?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/6405851917834832600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/seal-kiss-from-rose.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/6405851917834832600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/6405851917834832600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/seal-kiss-from-rose.html' title='Seal - Kiss From A Rose'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-1825052228757715269</id><published>2008-10-23T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:13:08.447-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alanis morissette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingles'/><title type='text'>Alanis Morissette - Ironic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Comentario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Esta canción fue la que de cierta manera comenzó todo; es difícil de explicar pero no se me ocurre una mejor canción para iniciar el soundtrack. Irónico, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ccAs0hgLgYU&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ccAs0hgLgYU&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;An old man turned ninety-eight&lt;br /&gt;He won the lottery and died the next day&lt;br /&gt;It's a black fly in your Chardonnay&lt;br /&gt;It's a death row pardon two minutes too late&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it ironic ... don't you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;It's like rain on your wedding day&lt;br /&gt;It's a free ride when you've already paid&lt;br /&gt;It's the good advice that you just didn't take&lt;br /&gt;Who would've thought ... it figures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly&lt;br /&gt;He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye&lt;br /&gt;He waited his whole damn life to take that flight&lt;br /&gt;And as the plane crashed down he thought&lt;br /&gt;'Well isn't this nice...'&lt;br /&gt;And isn't it ironic ... don't you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you&lt;br /&gt;When you think everything's okay and everything's going right&lt;br /&gt;And life has a funny way of helping you out when&lt;br /&gt;You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up&lt;br /&gt;In your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a traffic jam when you're already late&lt;br /&gt;It's a no-smoking sign on your cigarette break&lt;br /&gt;It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife&lt;br /&gt;It's meeting the man of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And then meeting his beautiful wife&lt;br /&gt;And isn't it ironic... don't you think&lt;br /&gt;A little too ironic... and yeah I really do think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you&lt;br /&gt;Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out&lt;br /&gt;Helping you out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-1825052228757715269?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/1825052228757715269/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/alanis-morissette-ironic.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/1825052228757715269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/1825052228757715269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/alanis-morissette-ironic.html' title='Alanis Morissette - Ironic'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976959353720201370.post-5719566096683818487</id><published>2008-10-23T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:08:47.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Razón</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Normalmente mi memoria no  me permite recordar con detalles los acontecimientos que le han dado sentido a mi vida. Vaya, con costos recuerdo lo que hice la semana pasada! Pero bueno, es algo con lo que he tenido que vivir durante mucho tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como para toda regla que existe en esta vida siempre hay una excepción que la prueba, la excepción a mi terrible falta de retentiva es la música. Es ahí, en temas relacionados con música que mi memoria no flaquea y se mantiene actualizada y fresca con respecto a las canciones, discos, artistas e inclusive videos musicales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aún no defino desde que edad tengo afinidad para la música, dicen que desde pequeños (desde el vientre de nuestras madres) podemos distinguir claramente los sonidos que nos rodean, música incluida. Probablemente eso podría explicar desde cuándo la música ha sido parte importante de mi vida ya que, como me relataba mi madre hace mucho tiempo atrás, ella y mi padre escuchaban cantidades y cantidades de música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De niño, también estuve rodeado todos los días de mucha música, desde que me levantaba hasta el anochecer, debido a que en mi casa estaba encendido la radio para despertarnos, para acompañarnos en las labores del día y como acompañante en las tertulias nocturnas que eran muy comunes en verano e invierno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La música me ha acompañado prácticamente durante toda mi vida, a veces me ha servido como un lugar seguro donde escapar del tedio de los problemas cotidianos, está conmigo para celebrar los grandes acontecimientos de la vida así como las pequeñas y grandes tragedias que son parte de nuestra existencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy quiero empezar a hacerle un tributo a este arte que es una parte importante en mi vida. A partir de hoy quiero ir plasmando en este blog las canciones que han venido formando parte de mi vida, que encierran un significado especial, que con solo escucharlas me transportan a un momento crucial en mi vida, que me llenan de nostalgia, que me consuelan en la tristeza, que me inyectan con energía, que me hacen vibrar de ira (jejeje, y por qué no, todos tenemos días así...) y que me hacen sentirme eterno, como eterna es la música que vive en los corazones y en las mentes del ser humano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa es mi razón, esa es la razón de este blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos a ver como me va! Me deseo suerte! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/976959353720201370-5719566096683818487?l=winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/5719566096683818487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/la-razn.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/5719566096683818487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/976959353720201370/posts/default/5719566096683818487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://winsosoundtrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/la-razn.html' title='La Razón'/><author><name>Edwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15169490586781422992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZAgUP4MdwFA/Sskrmjz4_hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9vhgTxYLls8/S220/FotoPerfil03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
