Eurythmics "Here comes the rain again (Extended Version)"
Here comes the rain again Falling on my head like a memory Falling on my head like a new emotion I want to walk in the open wind I want to talk like lovers do I want to dive into your ocean Is it raining with you
So baby talk to me Like lovers do Walk with me Like lovers do Talk to me Like lovers do
Here comes the rain again Raining in my head like a tragedy Tearing me apart like a new emotion I want to breathe in the open wind I want to kiss like lovers do I want to dive into your ocean Is it raining with you
So baby talk to me Like lovers do Walk with me Like lovers do Talk to me Like lovers do So baby talk to me Like lovers do
So baby talk to me Like lovers do
Here it comes again Here comes the rain again Falling on my head like a memory Falling on my head like a new emotion (Here is comes again, here it comes again) I want to walk in the open wind I want to talk like lovers do I want dive into your ocean Is it raining with you (Here it comes again) Here comes the rain again (I said) Falling on my head like a memory Falling on my head like a new emotion I want to walk in the open wind I want to talk like lovers do I want dive into your ocean Is it raining with you Here comes the rain again Falling on my head like a memory Falling on my head like a new emotion
Como en muchas otras ocasiones, las personitas de a pie podemos firmar. Ya que no podemos hacer otra cosa, es lo mínimo, ¿no? Todos los habeis visto en la tele, así que no hace falta explicar mucho más.
That's not the beginning of the end That's the return to innocence The return to innocence.
Love (Love) - Devotion (Devotion) Feeling (Feeling) - Emotion (Emotion)
Love (Love) - Devotion (Devotion) Feeling (Feeling) - Emotion (Emotion)
Don't be afraid to be weak Don't be too proud to be strong Just look into your heart, my friend That will be the return to yourself The return to innocence (Chant) The return to innocence
If you want, then start to laugh If you must, then start to cry Be yourself, don't hide Just believe in destiny Don't care what people say Just follow your own way Don't give up and miss the chance To return to innocence (Chant)
That's not the beginning of the end That's the return to yourself The return to innocence
(Chant) The return to innocence
Don't care what people say Follow just your own way Follow just your own way Don't give up, don't give up To return, to return to innocence (Chant) If you want then laugh And if you must then cry Be yourself, don't hide Just believe in destiny (Chant)
Culture Club "Miss me blind (Misty's blue lite Mix)"
Miss me, miss me, miss me, miss me...
I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me blind I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me blind
Bet you got a good gun Bet you know how to have some fun and then You turn it around on me because I'm better than the rest of the men I say you'll miss me And you always do I say you'll miss me Now would I lie to you?
Now there's no need to demand Grab my golden hand I'll teach you and you'll never be sure If the way that you need Is too much like greed Decide if you are rich or you're poor
I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me blind I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me blind Bet you make the fool run Bet you know how to make it last forever But you know I'm never really sure If you're just kissing to be clever I say you'll miss me And you always do I say you'll miss me Now would I lie to you
Now there's no need to demand Grab my golden hand I'll teach you and you'll never be sure If the way that you need Is too much like greed Decide if you are rich or you're poor Because the love that I have to give Must be better than that kind It can make you rich, it can make you poor But I know that you'll miss me blind
I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me blind I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me blind
I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me blind I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me blind
I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me blind I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me blind
I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me blind I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me blind I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me blind I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me blind I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me blind I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me blind I know that you'll miss me I know you'll miss me blind
Pues nada, que ya estamos en Octubre, el mes del mueble. Y como siempre me han gustado los muebles, pues este mes se lo dedico a ellos: los hombres grandotes, sin pulir, cárnicos. Muebles castellanos, fornidos, fuertes, hermosos. No llegan a ser "chubbies" (como en el mundo gay se conoce a los tíos gordos, pero gordos, gordos) pero si que son lo llamado "beefy" (literalmente, robusto, fornido, fuerte), o "bear" (también literalmente, oso, o aquellos hombres que por su constitución física y vello se asemejan a esos bichos). Algún que otro gordito, porque la mayoría son sexies y encantadores y son los tíos con los que al final nos quedamos. Porque no todo en este mundo es la delgadez extrema de Brad Pitt o Beckham. Ni siquiera las musculaturas exageradas de mis alegrías de Septiembre. No: el mundo real está lleno de estos bellezones, estas obras maestras de la alimentación, estos colchoncitos en los que, no me mintais, todos hemos deseado apoyar la cabeza una tarde para ver una peli comiendo palomitas. Definitivamente, me ponen. Si a vosotros no, ya sabeis qué hacer: revisad las entradas antiguas, en las que encontrareis desde los musculazos de septiembre hasta los hiperchulazos de mayo, pasando por los actores porno de julio o los especiales de osazos, besitos, daddies... De todo hay en la viña del señor. Lo que no vais a encontrar (o poco, poquito) en este blog será una colección de metrosexuales. No, no... Hombres de verdad, que hasta los heteroplanos se me están amariconando, cogne.
Paul Young "Come back and stay (Extended Version)"
(Did you read the Book of Love?)
Since you've been gone I shut my eyes and I fantasize that you're here with me Will you ever return I won't be satisfied till you're be my side Don't wait any longer (Come back)
Why don't you come back, please hurry Why don't you come back, please hurry Come back and stay for good this time Come back and stay for good this time
When you said goodbye I was trying to hide what I felt inside Until it passed me by You said you'd return You said that you'd be mine till the end of time Well don't wait any longer
Why don't you come back? Why don't you come back, please hurry Why don't you come back, please hurry Come back and stay for good this time Come back and stay for good this time Oh since you've been gone I opened my eyes and I realized what we had together Will you ever return Or have you changed your mind If you wanna stay mine just love me forever Love me forever
Why don't you come back, please hurry Why don't you come back, please hurry Why don't you come back, please hurry Why don't you come back, please hurry Just come back and stay for good this time Come back and stay for good this time Come back and stay for good this time Come back and stay for good this time Why don't you come back, please hurry Why don't you come back, please hurry Come back and stay for good this time! Don't you want me? Remember what we had together...
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Acuariano nacido en el 68, ateo, rojillo, simpático, gay y con mucho mundo interior.
Me likes: leer, escribir, oír música y cantar, ver cine, pasear, charlar, los cafés (el líquido y el sitio), los juegos de mesa, mis amigos (muy pocos pero muy buenos), las buenas series de tv, cocinar, pasear/patinar/blcicletear en Madrid Río, estar soltero,..
Me dislikes: las religiones, los toros, el fútbol, the States a la canal, los programas de carnaza rosa y demás telebasura, VOX, PP, el Foro de la Familia y demás calcasoflamas, la conferencia episcopal, cualquiera de las cosas que diría una Miss Mundo.
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