Hey yeah we had everything Vinyl in mono And we looked the other way man We were so dumb Is this the part in the book that you wrote Where I gotta come and save the day Did you miss me Did you miss me Well they say that rock is dead And they're probably right 99 girls in the pit Did it have to come to this Oh god you owe me one more song So I can prove to you that I'm so much better than him Oh god just gonna listen fast Here comes the crash We're gonna rise above We're gotta smash it up You won't abandon us again Give us brilliant boys that we wanna fuck man Full of ecstasy, hard drugs and bad luck Yeah yeah yeah Turn the lights back on You burn so hard But you won't burn long Three chords in your pocket tonight Are you, you the one With the spark to bring my punk rock back And I don't think so Oh god I wanna hear you say I wanna hear you say that you're sorry again Oh god you owe me one more song So I could prove to you That I'm so much better than them Oh god I'd give you anything To hear you say that I was right And you were wrong Oh god before I leave this life Now an 8-ball isn't love A hooker's never gonna cum Just give it back to me Blow out all of the lights tonight Two million miles down the PCH(and now he's gone) I slashed his tires, I bled his brakes(it had to be done) Their hand job lives were just too cruel You merciless villain We drowned them all in their swimming pools Run away run away run away yeah Oh god I wanna hear you sayI wanna hear you say that you were wrong again Oh god I wanna hear you say I wanna hear you say That I am so much better than you Oh god you owe us one more song Get out my life, see this world as it really is Is it just a sad side show Can make a hooker cum And an 8-ball isn't love I need one thing that's divine Let me hear it tonight Let me hear it tonight I've got to hear it tonight You're gonna let me hear the lost cord tonight, yeah

NEVER GONNA BE THE SAME

DOMINGOO

NICOOO japi birdaii

FELIZ CUMPLEE mi amooooooooooooooorr, mi vidaaa, mi soll, mi gordaaa..jajajaja te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo... y es pocooooooooooooooo (LLLLLLLLLL) y sos demasiaaadoo para mi, significas muchoo niqito de mi allmaaaaa! todo lo qe puedo llegar a escribir no va a ser nada qe no sepas porqe yo te digo todo de frentee locoo ! jajajaja asi qe ya sabeeeeees todoooo todoooo lo qe te re contra mil qieroooo neneee... y espero qe la hayas terminado geniaaall.

El 12 de octubre de 1979, la policía encontró a Nancy Spungen, la novia de Sid Vicious, muerta de una puñalada en el estómago en su habitación del Chelsea Hotel de Nueva York. Sid fue acusado del asesinato, y puesto en libertad bajo una fianza de 50.000 dólares. 10 días después, Sid intentó suicidarse cortándose las muñecas con un cuchillo.
Poco después, la mamá de Sid, Beverly, viajó a Nueva York para estar con su hijo. Como tenía miedo de que lo llevaran preso si lo encontraban comprando drogas, ella misma le consiguió una dosis de heroína, y estuvo con él cuando se la inyectó en un departamento del Greenwich Village. A la mañana siguiente, cuando fue a despertarlo para servirle una taza de café, lo encontró muerto. Entre los papeles de su hijo, encontró un poema mamarracheado, con el sencillo título de “Nancy”. Decía: “Eras mi bebita/ y conocías todos mis miedos/ era tan feliz cuando te tenía entre mis brazos/ y te secaba las lágrimas con besos, pero ahora te fuiste/ queda sólo el dolor y no puedo hacer nada/ no quiero vivir esta vida si no puedo vivirla para vos”. Sid quería ser enterrado junto a Nancy: pero ella fue sepultada en un cementerio judío donde no se aceptaban no judíos. Finalmente cremaron a Sid en Nueva Jersey. Pero su madre estaba determinada a cumplir la voluntad de Sid. Junto a su hermana Eileen Pond (una fotógrafa punk) y sus amigos Howie Pyro de D-Generation y Jerry Only de los Misfits, Beverly trepó el paredón del cementerio judío de Filadelfia, y en contra de los deseos de la familia Spungen, esparció las cenizas de su hijo sobre la nieve que cubría la tumba de Nancy.

(¿?), (¿?), Nancy, Sid y Dee Dee

Johnny, (¿?), Sid y Nancy

teenage whore

When I was a teenage whore, my mother asked me she said, "Baby, what for? I give you plenty, why do you want more? Baby why are you a teenage whore?" I said "I feel so, alone and I, I wish I could die I've seen the things you put me through and I, I wish I could die". When I was a teenage whore, the rain came down like it never did before. I pay good money not to be ignored. Why am I a teenage whore?, I've seen your repulsion and it looks real good on you. Denying what?...what what you put me through.

Of my house...get out of my house! Get out of my house. Get out of my house!

When I was a teenage whore. My mother asked me she said, "Baby, what for? I give you plenty, why do you want more? Baby, why are you a teenage whore?" I've seen your repulsion and it looks real good on you. I don't want to live what you had...you have put me through, I wanted that shirt and I, I wanted those pants. It's all the light put me through and I. and I never had a way

AWFUL

Swing low, sweet cherry make it awful. It's your life, it's your party, it's so awful
Let's start a fire! Let's start a riot! Yeah, it's awful. It was punk, yeah, it was perfect now it's awful. They know how to break all the girls like you. And they rob the souls of the girls like you. And they break the hearts of the girls. Swing low, cherry, cherry yeah, it's awful. He's drunk, he tastes like candy, he's so beautiful. He's so deep like dirty water. God, he's awful
You're lost, oh, where's your daddy? It's so awful. And they royalty rate all the girls like you. And they sell it out to the girls like you. To incorporate little girls. Hey, run away with the light. Run away, it's divine. Let's run away, yeah, tonight. And we'll steal the light of the world. Sing low, sweet cherry yeah, it's awful. You're ripe for the picking, it's so awful. You've got your youth, don't waste your money yeah, it's awful. I was punk! Now I'm just stupid! I'm so awful

OH, just shut up you're only sixteen

OOH, just shut up you're only sixteen

If the world is so wrong yeah, you can break them all with one song. If the world is so wrong yeah, you can take it all with one song. Swing low, sweet cherry make it awful. They bought it all, just build a new one, make it beautiful Yeah

uno de mis mejores findes cn las mejores personas

primavera

cn an antes de empezar a tomar

desp de un gancia cn nico noi y agus

cn agus la más linda, yo unos tragos de vodka más tarde y nico el borracho

cn natiii mi compañera de baile preferida para putonear, nico el borrachito atrás y yo empezando la ebriedad

cn mi amooor, la más mal pensadaa qe amo cn el alma, mi marchuuu, si! mia!

agus linda como siempre marchu cn guantes (?) y yo qe no podía más del pedo

¡las amooo de más, de más!

stepping stone

you're trying to make your mark in society using all the tricks that you used on me you're reading all those high fashion magazines the clothes you're wearin' girl are causing public scenes

when i first met you girl, you didn't have no shoes, now you're walking 'round like you're front page news

you've been awful careful 'bout the friends you choose, but you won't find my name in your book of Who's Who

DIARIO DE UNA PASIÓN

WEIRD?

Se comienza este juego con el título "Cinco extraños hábitos de ORI". Las personas a las que se invita a escribir un post a propósito de sus extraños hábitos deben también indicar claramente esta regla. Al final se escogen cuatro nuevas personas y se añade el link de su blog.

CINCO HABITOS EXTRAÑOS DE BREATHE NO MOREE...
1. Cdo estoy sola caminando en la calle, me pongo a cantar muy fuerte
2. Siempre qe deseo algo mucho qe pase, y lo pienso mucho, desp me pasa tal cual lo pensé
3. Hablo sola y me contesto yo misma (jajaja estoy re loca)
4. Odio la tecnología y sin embargo la uso
5. Estoy enamorada de una persona qe le deseo lo peor y qe odio

MIS CUATRO NOMINADOS SON:
http://starduust.blogspot.com/
http://uundercontrol.blogspot.com/
http://businessbitch.blogspot.com/
http://benditaatuluz.blogspot.com/

No lo tienen qe hacer, pero los pongo a uds porqe no cnozco otros bloguers

Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere bitch.

love kills

"WE HAD A DEATH PACT
I HAVE TO KEEP MY HALF OF THE BARCIAIN
PLEASE BURY ME NEXT TO MY BABY
BURY ME IN MY LEATHER JACKET AND MOTOR CYCLE BOOTS"

john simon ritchie

"I'LL DIE BEFORE I'M 25, AND WHEN I DO I'LL HAVE LIVED
THE WAY I WANTED TO."

LAS AMO

perfect by natureicons of self indulgence, just what we all need, more lies about a world that never was and never will be, have you no shame? don't you see me? you know you've got everybody fooled. look, here she comes now, bow down and stare in wonder, oh how we love you, no flaws when you're pretending, but now i know she never was and never will be, you don't know how you've betrayed me, and somehow you've got everybody fooled, without the mask where will you hide. can't find yourself lost in your lie, i know the truth now, i know who you are, and i don't love you any more. it never was and never will be. you don't know how you've betrayed me, and somehow you've got everybody fooled. it never was and never will be, you're not real and you can't save me, somehow now you're everybody's fool

hey, im gonna be your girl

hey, pretty boy, what's your name?

you're just making me go insane

i see you sitting there

don't know what to do

cause i just wanna french kiss you!

CN ANNA