Blue Lips

He stumbled into faith and thought
God, there is all there is.
The pictures in his mind arose,
And began to breathe.
And all the gods and all the worlds
Began colliding on a backdrop of blue.

Blue lips, blue veins

He took a step but then felt tired,
He said I'll rest a little while.
But when he tried to walk again,
He wasn't a child.
And all the people hurried fast, real fast
And no one ever smiled.

Blue lips, blue veins.
Blue, the color of our planet
From far, far away.
Blue lips, blue veins.
Blue, the color of our planet
From far, far away.

He stumbled into faith and thought
God, there is all there is.
The pictures in his mind arose
And began to breathe.
And no one saw and no one heard
They just followed the lead.
The pictures in his mind arose
And began to breathe.

And no one saw.
And no one heard they just followed the lead
The pictures in his mind awoke.
And began to breed.

They started off beneath an olive tree
And they chopped it down to make a picket fence
And marching along the railroad tracks
They smiled real wide for the camera lens
As they made it past the enemy lines
Just to become enslaved in the enemy lines

Blue lips, blue veins
Blue, the color of our planet
From far, far away
Blue lips, blue veins
Blue, the color of our planet
From far, far away

Blue, the most human color [x3]
Blue lips, blue veins
Blue, the color of our planet
From far, far away

Lady

Lady sings the blues so well,
As if she mean it
As if it's hell down here
In the smoke-filled world
Where the jokes are cold
They don't laugh at jokes
They laugh at tragedies.

Corner street societies,
But they believe her.
They never leave her
While she sings she make them feel things.
She says, I can sing this song so blue
That you will cry in spite of you.
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder,
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder.

And I have walked these streets so long,
There ain't nothing right, there ain't nothing wrong.
But the little wet tears on my baby's shoulder,
The little wet tears on your baby's shoulder.

Lady lights a cigarette, puffs away, no regret,
Takes a look around, no regrets, no regrets,
Stretches out like branches of a poplar tree.
She says, I'm free
Sings so soft as if she'll break, says
I can sing this song so blue
That you will cry in spite of you.
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder,
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder.

I have walked these streets so long,
There ain't nothing right, nothing wrong.
But the little wet tears on my baby's shoulder,
The little wet tears on your baby's shoulder.

But on this stage,
I've learned to fly.
Learned to sing,
And learned to cry.
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder,
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder.

But now it's time,
To say goodbye.
Some might laugh,
But I will surely cry.
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder,
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder.

Lady lights a cigarette,
Puffs away, and winter comes.
And she forgets.

Ode To Divorce

The food that I'm eating
Is suddenly tasteless
I know I'm alone now,
I know what it tastes like
So break me to small parts
Let go in small doses.
But spare some for spare parts,
There might be some good ones.
Like you might make a dollar.
I'm inside your mouth now,
Behind your tonsils,
Peeking over your molars.
You're talking to her now
And you've eaten something minty
And you're making that face that I like
And you're going in, in for the kill, kill
For the killer kiss, kiss for the kiss, kiss.

I need your money, it'll help me
I need your car and I need your love [x2]
So won't you help a brother out?
Won't you help a brother out?
Won't you help a brother out, out, out, out, out?

So break me to small parts
Let go in small doses,
But spare some for spare parts,
You might make a dollar
Dollar, might make a dollar.

So won't you help a brother out?
Won't you help a brother out?
Won't you help a brother out, out, out, out, out?

So break me to small parts,
Let go in small doses
But spare some for spare parts
There might be some good ones.
You might make a dollar
(There might be some good ones)
There might be some good ones
(You might make a dollar)
You might make a dollar
(There might be some good ones)
There might be some good ones

Artista: Boyce Avenue
Tema: Umbrella (Rihanna's Cover)
Álbum Original: Good Girl Gone Bad
Año: 2007
Genero: alternativo, acústico, pop
Pais: Estados Unidos





Link de Descarga (Formato mp3): http://www.4shared.com/audio/HM-lHSw9/Umbrella-Boyce_Avenue.html?

Boyce Avenue es una banda estadounidense originaria de Sarasota (Florida) que fue formada en 2004 por los hermanos Alejandro, Daniel y Fabian Manzano. Tres años después, en 2007, comenzaron a postear videos musicales en el portal YouTube que incluían canciones propias y otras versionadas. Al año siguiente lanzaron su primer álbum de estudio, All You're Meant to Be y realizaron una gira por Estados Unidos y Europa. (Leer más)

Umbrella

You have my heart
And we'll never be worlds apart
Maybe in magazines
But you'll still be my star

Baby cause in the dark
You can't see shiny cars
And that's when you need me there
With you I'll always share
Because

When the sun shines, we’ll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be a friend
Took an oath, I’m to stick it out till the end

Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we'll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella

(Ella ella, eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella, eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella, eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella, eh eh eh, eh eh eh)

These fancy things, will never come in between
You're part of my entity, here for infinity
When the war has took it's part
When the world has dealt it's cards
If the hand is hard, together we'll mend your heart
Because

When the sun shines, we’ll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be a friend
Took an oath, I'm to stick it out till the end

Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we'll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella

You can run into my arms
It's okay don't be alarmed
Come here to me
There's no distance in between our love

So go on and let the rain pour
I'll be all you need and more
Because

It’s pouring rain
It’s pouring rain
Come here to me
Come here to me

Artista: Jay Brannan
Tema: Unstable Boy
Album: Unmastered
Año: 2007
Genero: Indie, folk, alternativo, acústico
Pais: Estados Unidos





Link de Descarga (Formato mp3): http://www.4shared.com/audio/XPQA7b9t/Unstable_Boy.html?

Jay Brannan (29 de marzo de 1982) es un actor y cantautor estadounidense nacido en Houston. Estudió para actor en el conservatorio de música de la Universidad de Cincinnati durante dos semestres. Brannan se trasladó posteriormente a California, primero a Palm Springs y más tarde a Los Ángeles. Brannan reside desde hace cinco años en Nueva York. Consiguió su reconocimiento internacional con su participación en Shortbus. (Leer más)

Unstable Boy

Staring down the barrel of another holiday
Force-fed a christmas carol of another time, another place, another way
What child is this who, who laid to rest
On Mary’s lap is sleeping
Well, what child is this who, who feels so blessed
Yet cannot keep from weeping

I should be tending to the horses who intend to cart my joy
From now into forever, I’m just a lowly unstable boy
I’m a failure on a journey, but my strength is gathering
And it’s only fair that I make it there, yeah, I’m on my way to mattering

But all the way, on the way, I couldn’t contain my fear
My lips only look rosy cuz my skin looks so white in here
Shred up my fingers on this bottle cap that won’t twist off
Aching for the syrup that could cure me of this hacking cough

Ask me how I’m feeling and I’ll say Im okay
though my mind is reeling, can’t think of anything better to say
Is that what you get for running a yellow light—
Piss full of regret and a fix that doesn’t last
I'm a super-cali-fragile piece of fucked up à la I need a spoonful of something fast

Stupid fucking world of mine
You keep moving the fucking finish line
You trick me over here, you hide it over there
You start another game when you see me starting to care, well
I don’t expect you to hear me say
I’m gonna chew my way out of your lab rat cage someday


Muchacho Inestable


Mirando por el cañón de otro día de fiesta
Alimentado a la fuerza un cuento de navidad de otro tiempo, otro lugar, otra forma
¿Qué niño es éste que, que se puso a descansar?
En el regazo de María está dormido
Bueno, ¿qué niño es éste que, que se siente tan bendecido?
Sin embargo, no puede dejar de llorar.


Debería estar cuidando a los caballos que intentan acarrear mi alegría
A partir de ahora hasta la eternidad, yo soy apenas un muchacho humilde inestable
Soy un fracaso en un viaje, pero mi fuerza es la recolección
Y es justo que lo haga allí, sí, estoy en mi camino a ser importante. 


Pero todo el camino, en el camino, no pude contener mi miedo
Mis labios solo se ve color de rosa porque mi piel se ve tan blanca aquí
Triturar hasta que los dedos ser rompan en esta tapa de botella que no se desenrosca
Dolor en el jarabe que podía curarme de esta tos seca


Pregúntame cómo me siento y voy a decir que estoy bien…
Aunque mi mente se tambalea, no puedo pensar en otra cosa mejor que decir.
¿Es eso lo que te pasa por pasarse una luz amarilla?:
-Un puñado de arrepentimiento y una reparación que no dura.
Soy una pieza super-cali-frágil de mierda à la. Necesito una cucharada de algo rápido.


Mundo estúpido mio de mierda
A mantener en movimiento la línea de meta de mierda
Me engañas aquí, lo ocultas por allá
Comienzas otro juego cuando me ves tener la atención de cuidar, así
No espero que me escuches decir
Voy a encontrar la manera de salir de tu jaula de ratas de laboratorio algún día