Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Love to Harry Nilsson



 Been on a Harry Nilsson kick lately. After I watched a documentary about him on Netflix, I was hooked!!!

Love Story

I like your mother
I like your brother
I like you
And you like me too
We'll get a preacher
I'll buy a ring




We'll hire a band
With an accordion
A violin
And a tenor who can sing

You and me you and me, baby
You and me you and me you and me, baby
You and me you and me you and me, baby
You and me you and me you and me, baby

We'll have a kid
Or maybe we'll rent one
He's got to be straight
We don't want a bent one
He'll drink his baby brew
From a big brass cup
Someday he may be president
If things loosen up











You and me you and me, baby
You and me you and me you and me, baby
You and me you and me you and me, baby
You and me you and me you and me, baby
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I'll take the train into the city ev'ry mornin'
You may be plain - I think you're pretty in the mornin'
And some nights we'll go out dancin'
If I am not too tired
Some nights we'll sit romancin'
Watching the Late Show by the fire

When our kids are grown
With kids of their own
They'll send us away
To a little home in Florida
We'll play checkers all day
Until we pass away


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Wednesday, May 23, 2012

spanish men (and mexican ones, too...)

"I've said it before and I'll say it again, I think you were too much woman for some men to handle. That's why you need a passionate, independent person (aka a hot-tempered Spanish painter) that's enough man for you and vice versa."


Diego Luna



Gael Garcia Bernal



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ANTONIO BANDERAS!




David Guilló







JAVIER bardem







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PICASSO. the original HTSP.






Young HTSP, Picasso
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Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Cruel






Bodies, can't you see what everybody wants from you?





Forgive the kids, for they don't know how to live
Run the alleys casually cruel
Cruel, cruel










Bodies, can't you see what everybody wants from you?
For you could want that, too
They could take or leave you
So they took you, and they left you
How could they be casually cruel?
Cruel, cruel, oh
Cruel, cruel, oh






Bodies, can't you see what everybody wants from you?
If you could want that, too, then you'll be happy

You were the one waving flares in the air so they could see you
And they were as laughter, blowing past ya, blowing fastly so they can see
Ya
Cruel, cruel, oh
Cruel, cruel, oh

Friday, May 18, 2012

That's not our deal

I've been on a Best Coast binge lately.




When you leave me,
the bed is empty.
And I feel crazy...
Cause I didn't say anything.




I wish you would tell me,
how you really feel.
But you'll never tell me,
cause that's not our deal.

When you leave me,
you take away everything.
You take all my money.
You take all my weed.




I wish you would tell me,
how you really feel.
But you'll never tell me,
Cause thats not our deal.

I wish you would tell me,
how you really feel.
But you'll never tell me,
Cause that's not our deal.

















That's not your deal,
That's not my deal.