You got to be crazy You gotta have a real need You gotta sleep on your toes When you're on the street Got to be able to pick out the easy meat With your eyes closed Then moving in silently Down wind and out of sight You've gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking
And after a while You can work on points for style Like the club tie And the firm handshake A certain look in the eye and the easy smile You have to be trusted By the people that you lie to So that when they turn their backs on you You'll get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye Looking over your shoulder You know, it's going to get harder Harder and harder As you get older Yeah, and in the end you'll pack up and fly down south Hide your head in the sand Just another sad old man All alone and dying of cancer
And when you loose control You'll reap the harvest you have sown And as the fear grows The bad blood slows and turns to stone And it's too late to lose the weight You used to need to throw around So have a good drown As you go down All alone Dragged down by the stone
Gotta admit That I'm a little bit confused Sometimes it seems to me As if I'm just being used Gotta stay awake Gotta try and shake off This creeping malaise If I don't stand my own ground How can I find my way out of this maze? Deaf, dumb, and blind You just keep on pretending That everyone's expendable And no one has a real friend And it seems to you the thing to do Would be to isolate the winner And everything's done under the sun And you believe at heart everyone's a killer
Who was born in a house full of pain Who was trained not to spit in the fan Who was told what to do by the man Who was broken by trained personnel Who was fitted with collar and chain Who was given a pat on the back Who was breaking away from the pack Who was only a stranger at home Who was ground down in the end Who was found dead on the phone Who was dragged down by the stone Who was dragged down by the stone
Hoy me desperté preguntándome...por qué de la nada soñé con vos. Loco! no pienso en vos, no me acuerdo de vos, no te necesito...ya te reemplacé tantas veces, que no tiene sentido que te aparezcas en mis sueños... Que debo hacer para borrar recuerdos que quedaron en mi subsconciente??!!Salí de mi cabezaaaa, pero YA! No quiero recordarte mientras duermo.......Fuck tengo sueño!
Al pueblo de México. A los pueblos y gobiernos del mundo.
Hermanos: Nosotros nacimos de la noche. En ella vivimos y moriremos en ella, pero la luz será mañana para los más. Para todos aquellos que hoy lloran la noche. Para quienes se niega el día. Para quienes es regalo la muerte, para quienes está prohibida la vida. Para todos la luz, para todos todo. Para nosotros el dolor y la angustia, para nosotros la alegre rebeldía. Para nosotros el futuro negado, para nosotros la dignidad insurrecta. Para nosotros nada.
Nuestra lucha es por hacernos escuchar y el mal gobierno grita soberbia y tapa con cañones sus oídos. Nuestra lucha es por un trabajo justo y digno y el mal gobierno compra y vende cuerpos y vergüenza. Nuestra lucha es por la vida y el mal gobierno oferta muerte como futuro. Nuestra lucha es por la justicia y el mal gobierno se llena de criminales y asesinos. Nuestra lucha es por la paz y el mal gobierno anuncia guerra y destrucción.
Techo, tierra, trabajo, pan, salud, educación, independencia, democracia, libertad. Estas fueran nuestras demandas en la larga noche de los 500 años. Estas son, hoy, nuestras exigencias.
El general en jefe del ejercito libertador del sur Emiliano Zapata.
Ejército Zapatista de Liberación Nacional Decimoquinto aniversario| 1994 - 2009 |
Little darling, i feel that ice is slowly melting.. little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear here comes the sun (turururu)..here comes the sun, and i say it's all right♫