Bueno, que espero que me perdoneis el lapsus. Jo, un puente no siempre se puede disfrutar!
Estamos en plena primavera, el bonito mes de mayo, que siempre me hace recordar las pellas en el insti, tirados en el parque oyendo música con los 2 Fortunas, el cruasán riquísimo de la panadería del barrio y el mini de calimocho. Así que este mes volverá a ir de mi/vuestro tema favorito: los 80's. Y a quien no le gusten, pues qué quieres que te diga... que qué mal gusto.
ABC
"The look of love" (Parts I & II)
That's the look, that's the look
The look of love (x3)
When your world is full of strange arrangements
And gravity won't pull you through
You know you're missing out on something
Well, that something depends on you
All I'm saying, it takes a lot to love you
All I'm doing, you know it's true
All I mean now, there's one thing
Yes one thing that turns this grey sky to blue
That's the look, that's the look
The look of love (x3)
When your girl has left you out on the pavement (Goodbye)
That's the look, that's the look
The look of love (x3)
When your girl has left you out on the pavement (Goodbye)
Then your dreams fall apart at the seams
Your reason for living's your reason for leaving
Don't ask me what it means
(Who's got the look?)
I don't know the answer to that question
(Where's the look?)
If I knew I would tell you
(What's the look?)
Look for your information
Yes there's one thing, the one thing that still holds true
(What's that?)
That's the look, that's the look
The look of love (x3)
That's the look, that's the look
The look of love (x3)
Look of love!
If you judge a book by the cover,
Then you'd judge the look by the lover
I hope you'll soon recover,
Me I go from one extreme to another
And though my friends just might ask me
They say "Martin maybe one day you'll find true love"
I say "Maybe, there must be a solution
To the one thing, the one thing, we can't find"
That's the look, that's the look
Sisters and brothers
Should help each other
Oh, oh, oh
Heavens above
That's the look, that's the look, hip hip hooray, ay
That's the look, that's the look, yippee ai yippee aiay
That's the look, that's the look
Be lucky in love
Look of love!
Pinchando aquí, el paseo por el blog. Vaya par de temazos antigualla que os he plantado hoy. Os podreis quejar!
Y ración, por supuesto, de...
Madonna featuring Missy Elliott
"American life" (American Dream Mix)
Do I have to change my name? (Uh)
Will it get me far?
Should I lose some weight? (Uh)
Am I gonna be a star?
Estamos en plena primavera, el bonito mes de mayo, que siempre me hace recordar las pellas en el insti, tirados en el parque oyendo música con los 2 Fortunas, el cruasán riquísimo de la panadería del barrio y el mini de calimocho. Así que este mes volverá a ir de mi/vuestro tema favorito: los 80's. Y a quien no le gusten, pues qué quieres que te diga... que qué mal gusto.
ABC
"The look of love" (Parts I & II)
That's the look, that's the look
The look of love (x3)
When your world is full of strange arrangements
And gravity won't pull you through
You know you're missing out on something
Well, that something depends on you
All I'm saying, it takes a lot to love you
All I'm doing, you know it's true
All I mean now, there's one thing
Yes one thing that turns this grey sky to blue
That's the look, that's the look
The look of love (x3)
When your girl has left you out on the pavement (Goodbye)
That's the look, that's the look
The look of love (x3)
When your girl has left you out on the pavement (Goodbye)
Then your dreams fall apart at the seams
Your reason for living's your reason for leaving
Don't ask me what it means
(Who's got the look?)
I don't know the answer to that question
(Where's the look?)
If I knew I would tell you
(What's the look?)
Look for your information
Yes there's one thing, the one thing that still holds true
(What's that?)
That's the look, that's the look
The look of love (x3)
That's the look, that's the look
The look of love (x3)
Look of love!
If you judge a book by the cover,
Then you'd judge the look by the lover
I hope you'll soon recover,
Me I go from one extreme to another
And though my friends just might ask me
They say "Martin maybe one day you'll find true love"
I say "Maybe, there must be a solution
To the one thing, the one thing, we can't find"
That's the look, that's the look
Sisters and brothers
Should help each other
Oh, oh, oh
Heavens above
That's the look, that's the look, hip hip hooray, ay
That's the look, that's the look, yippee ai yippee aiay
That's the look, that's the look
Be lucky in love
Look of love!
Pinchando aquí, el paseo por el blog. Vaya par de temazos antigualla que os he plantado hoy. Os podreis quejar!
Y ración, por supuesto, de...
Madonna featuring Missy Elliott
"American life" (American Dream Mix)
Do I have to change my name? (Uh)
Will it get me far?
Should I lose some weight? (Uh)
Am I gonna be a star?
Missy and Madonna boy, ain't nothin' better
Hotter than fat bitches dancin' in a sweater
Madonna am I okay skinny or fatter
When I rap on this track *sniff* all I smell is cheddar
You and I together, yo' we're tougher than leather
Make pop artists scatter when we talk chit-chatter
It really don't matter what time of day or weather
Or who's ass really fatter, my kadunk-kadunk badder
A rap so sick, won't stop, won't quit
All on my dick, like my name was 50 Cent, G-Unit!
I come with the heat, see my hits
Sound so sweet, Missy ain't pissy
Is you dizzy, is you with me
Tip me when you see me, 'cause you tryna get with me
Madonna bring the drama, oh mama that's trauma
Tougher than armor for your papa and your mama
I tried to be a boy, I tried to be a girl
I tried to be a mess, I tried to be the best
I guess I did it wrong, that's why I wrote this song
This type of modern life, is it for me?
I'd like to express my extreme point of view
I'd like to express my extreme point of view
(A Madonna exclusive)
So I went into a bar, looking for sympathy
A little company, I tried to find a friend
It's more easily said, it's always been the same
This type of modern life, is not for me
This type of modern life, is not for free
Do I have to change my name? (C'mon)
American life (American life)
I live the American dream (American dream)
You are the best thing I've seen
You are not just a dream
I tried to stay ahead, I tried to stay on top
I tried to play the part, but some how I forgot
Just what I did it for, and why I wanted more
This type of modern life, is it for me?
Fuck it
Ah, fuck it
Ah, fuck it
Ah, fuck it
Ah, fuck it, uh-huh
American life (American life)
I live the American dream (American dream)
You are the best thing I've seen
You are not just a dream
This is a Madonna exclusive
This is the American life
Fuck it
I'm drinking a Soy latte
I get a double shoté
It goes right through my body
And you know I'm satisfied
I drive my Mini Cooper
And I'm feeling super-dooper
Yo they tell I'm a trooper
And you know I'm satisfied
I do yoga and pilates
And the room is full of hotties
So I'm checking out the bodies
And you know I'm satisfied
I'm digging on the isotopes
This metaphysic's shit is dope
And if all this can give me hope
You know I'm satisfied
I got a lawyer and a manager
An agent and a chef
Three nannies, an assistant
And a driver and a jet
A trainer and a butler
And a bodyguard or five
A gardener and a stylist
Do you think I'm satisfied?
I'd like to express my extreme point of view
I'm not Christian and I'm not a Jew
I'm just living out the American dream
And I just realised that nothing
Is what it seems
What it seems (C'mon)
American life (American life)
I live the American dream (American dream)
You are the best thing I've seen
You are not just a dream
This is the American Life
Hotter than fat bitches dancin' in a sweater
Madonna am I okay skinny or fatter
When I rap on this track *sniff* all I smell is cheddar
You and I together, yo' we're tougher than leather
Make pop artists scatter when we talk chit-chatter
It really don't matter what time of day or weather
Or who's ass really fatter, my kadunk-kadunk badder
A rap so sick, won't stop, won't quit
All on my dick, like my name was 50 Cent, G-Unit!
I come with the heat, see my hits
Sound so sweet, Missy ain't pissy
Is you dizzy, is you with me
Tip me when you see me, 'cause you tryna get with me
Madonna bring the drama, oh mama that's trauma
Tougher than armor for your papa and your mama
I tried to be a boy, I tried to be a girl
I tried to be a mess, I tried to be the best
I guess I did it wrong, that's why I wrote this song
This type of modern life, is it for me?
I'd like to express my extreme point of view
I'd like to express my extreme point of view
(A Madonna exclusive)
So I went into a bar, looking for sympathy
A little company, I tried to find a friend
It's more easily said, it's always been the same
This type of modern life, is not for me
This type of modern life, is not for free
Do I have to change my name? (C'mon)
American life (American life)
I live the American dream (American dream)
You are the best thing I've seen
You are not just a dream
I tried to stay ahead, I tried to stay on top
I tried to play the part, but some how I forgot
Just what I did it for, and why I wanted more
This type of modern life, is it for me?
Fuck it
Ah, fuck it
Ah, fuck it
Ah, fuck it
Ah, fuck it, uh-huh
American life (American life)
I live the American dream (American dream)
You are the best thing I've seen
You are not just a dream
This is a Madonna exclusive
This is the American life
Fuck it
I'm drinking a Soy latte
I get a double shoté
It goes right through my body
And you know I'm satisfied
I drive my Mini Cooper
And I'm feeling super-dooper
Yo they tell I'm a trooper
And you know I'm satisfied
I do yoga and pilates
And the room is full of hotties
So I'm checking out the bodies
And you know I'm satisfied
I'm digging on the isotopes
This metaphysic's shit is dope
And if all this can give me hope
You know I'm satisfied
I got a lawyer and a manager
An agent and a chef
Three nannies, an assistant
And a driver and a jet
A trainer and a butler
And a bodyguard or five
A gardener and a stylist
Do you think I'm satisfied?
I'd like to express my extreme point of view
I'm not Christian and I'm not a Jew
I'm just living out the American dream
And I just realised that nothing
Is what it seems
What it seems (C'mon)
American life (American life)
I live the American dream (American dream)
You are the best thing I've seen
You are not just a dream
This is the American Life
Fuck it!
Y como estoy primaveral, este mes vamos a ver a chicos en poses, digamos... diferentes. Vamos, medio de coña. Porque hay que celebrar el buen tiempo, hombre!
Y como estoy primaveral, este mes vamos a ver a chicos en poses, digamos... diferentes. Vamos, medio de coña. Porque hay que celebrar el buen tiempo, hombre!
Me equivoqué de pie...Este cockring es mu grande, ¿no?¡Qué hartura de Nivea!Ya sé inflar globos con el pito.
Oyvé, los donus!Helado de chocolate y nata y vainilla. Bueno... ¿helado?Tira, que soy de marca AcmeUff, error de punteríaBonitas vistas campestres Me llaman CabezaPollaA ver, ¿de qué barra tiro?¿Andestán los bichitooos?Warrro! Sin calzones!Al ladrón no le gustó la gorraTanto biceps pa naYo pensaba que ésto del sexo entre osos era otra cosa...
PornO.T.Enga, un esfuercillo más y...Condón XXLHijo mío, ¿seguro que éste es mi nieto?
6 comentarios:
me gusta el de la nivea, porque tiene pellejito... (si es que todos tenemos nuestras debilidades, jejejeje)
estupenda y extensísima selección de fotos la de hoy!
Yipia Yipia Yeieh.
Qué revieja soy.
JAjaja qué partida con las fotos!
Al nieto de la última foto le hacía yo un traje, ya tú sabes como.
:-)
Ah, la canción de los 80 me suena, pero creo que no la conocía. Chico, como pones esos remixes tan raritos :-p
jajaja
Besicos!
Finn: qué cosas éstas del pellejito... nunca lo he entendido, el morbo ése por la tenencia o la falta del dichoso pellejito. Y mira que hay gente que la prefiere así o asao. A mí es que me da igual, mientras se ponga dura... XD
Don Mocho: mentira. Somos jóvenas como nosotras pispas. Cogne.
Lux: Warrrillo, siempre pensando en lo mismo, oyes. Trajes y más trajes! ;) Y no me digas que sólo te suena la canción porque fue la ostia por aquel entonces. Claro que tú debías tener 2 años y medio... Ayns! Y no son raros, jo, sólo son largos. Y me encantan los puentes instrumentales. En las versiones del LP siempre me falta canción!
Pequeñín, que yo en 1980 ya tenía 8 añitos! Lo que pasa es que me conservo muy bien, pero no nos llevamos tanto, listillo.
:-p
Uy, qué mayor... XD ;)
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