cuya música algo teenager me atrapó y la letra me encató,
es de esas canciones que quisiera que duraran más y no puedo dejar de escuchar, me da hasta como nostalgia.
El resto del disco también me gusta mucho, en lo particular.
I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.
This is our decision, to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do.
Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute.
Forget about our mothers and our friends
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I'll miss the boredem and the freedom and the time spent alone.
There's really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce
We'll find some more models, everyting must run it's course.
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.
This is our decision, to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do.
Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute.
Forget about our mothers and our friends
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I'll miss the boredem and the freedom and the time spent alone.
There's really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce
We'll find some more models, everyting must run it's course.
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
12 comentarios:
suena a 1998
ajá!!
:D
pff.. a mi me encanta la de kids! me gustaría vivir en esa canción! :D jaja
Está padrísima: súper caótica y posmoderna. Yo también quiero vivir en ella, pero sólo un fin de semana. :P
Beso para ti, niño guapo.
están bien padres :D
yo los conocí hace poquito por pesina.
me consumió el folk
saque más clavos ese
Muy chida... capto la nostalgia, es como recordar el primer viaje de vacaciones en el que vas sólo con tus amigos, a mi me llegó cómo esa sensación.
muy muy chida!!!!!!!!!
muaks!!!
que tal estuvieron las vacaciones???
muaks! besitos...
bu. ya no alcanze.. tarde por costumbre. :(
sí! suena a la secundaria!!!! jajajajajajaajaja
oye estuvo genial verte ayer! abrazotes
esta suaveson
pero prefieron el video interactivo
de electric feel ; D
me motiva mas
no llore!!
querias estudiar vdd?!
ahora pues nimodo
ahahahaha
un saludo
dos saludos
hey hey hey!!! fijate q yo llegué la semana pasada a este disco x casualidad y m encantó!! q chido q t guste tb, beeetch!! jaja
abrazo :D
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