What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
You're the pretender
What if I say that I will never surrender?




¿Por qué?
Simplemente porque son todos una manga de enfermos.
Bueno, no todos, pero el 90% sí.

I've been burnt so bad, but I still play with fire

¿Se puede ser tan pelotudo?

La respuesta es sí, se puede.
Hoy lo hemos confirmado junto con Miss Pee-Wee!.
Imagínese lector, el nivel de pelotudez al que hay que llegar para plantear esta pregunta.

Dejémoslo ahí. La gente que me conoce (o cree conocerme) podrá interpretar fácilmente a quién me refiero cuando hago este planteo tan profundo (¿?).

"Let YOU Down"

No risk, no fun,
I'm here, you're gone
I'm cool, you're hot
I love you not
Don't say a word
Unless you're heard
I know I hate to see you rude

I think I'll let you down
You should have let me go
I think I'll make you leave
'Cause you have lost control

You've pushed the line too far
Bye-bye
Turn over, there's no need to try
You waste your time
You're absolutely useless, baby

I think I'll let you down
You should have let me go
I think I'll make you leave
'Cause you have lost control.

"Scarborough Fair"

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
For once she was a true love of mine

Have her make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seam nor fine needle work
And then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to weave it in a sycamore wood lane
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it all with a basket of flowers
And then she'll be a true love of mine

Have her wash it in yonder dry well
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
where water ne'er sprung nor drop of rain fell
And then she'll be a true love of mine

Have her find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the sea foam and over the sand
And then she'll be a true love of mine

Plow the land with the horn of a lamb
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Then sow some seeds from north of the dam
And then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
And then she'll be a true love of mine

If she tells me she can't, I'll reply
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Let me know that at least she will try
And then she'll be a true love of mine

Love imposes impossible tasks
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Though not more than any heart asks
And I must know she's a true love of min

Dear, when thou has finished thy task
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Come to me, my hand for to ask
For thou then art a true love of mine