Let's try to use imagination

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?

I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now.

Eels really rock

Don't got a lot of time, don't give a damn. Don't tell me what to do, I am the man. If there's a god up there, something above, God shine your light down here. Shine on the love, love of the loveless.

Don't have too many friends, never felt at home. Always been my own man pretty much alone. I know how to get through and when push comes to shove I got something that you need: I got the love, love of the loveless.

All around you people walking, empty hearts and voices talking, looking for and finding nothing. Don't got a lot of time, don't really care. Not selling anything, buyer beware. If there's a god up there, something above, God shine your light down here. Shine on the love, love of the loveless. Don't got a lot of time, don't give a damn. Don't tell me what to do, I am the man. Love of the loveless.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2m1T8cvsNoY&feature=fvst

Don't miss 60B

A motto of the British Special Air Force is: 'Those who risk, win.' A single green vine shoot is able to grow through cement. The Pacific Northwestern salmon beats itself bloody on it's quest to travel hundreds of miles upstream against the current, with a single purpose. Sex, of course. But also...

... Life.

Barely legal

I didn't take no shortcuts
I spent the money that I saved up
Aw mama runnin' out of luck
Well like my sister don't give a fuck
I wanna steal your innocence
To me my life it dont make sense
Your strange manners, I love you so
Why wont you wear your new trench coat

I should've worked much harder
I should have just not bothered
I never show up on weekdays
Somethin' that you learned yesterday
Drive you to work, you'll be on time
Your little problems, they're not yours they're mine
Come on listen to what I say
I've got some secrets that'll make you stay
I just want to turn you down
I just want a turn you around
You ain't never had nothin I wanted but
I want it all, I just can't figure out
Nothing.

And all together it went well
We made pretend we were best friends
Then she said "oh you're a freak"
They ordered me to make mistakes
Together again, like the beginnin'
It all works somehow in the end
The things we did, the thing you hide
But for the record it's between you and I.

I didn't take no shortcuts
I spent the money that I saved up
Aw mama runnin' out of luck
Well like my sister don't give a fuck
I wanna steal your innocence
To me my life it just don't make any sense
Your strange manners I love them so
Why won't you wear your new trench coat
I just want to misbehave
I just want to be your slave
You ain't never had nothin I wanted but
I want it all, I just can't figure out
Nothing.

And all together it went well
We made pretend we were best friends
Then she said "oh I can wait"
They ordered me to make mistakes
Together again like the beginning
It all works somehow in the end
The things we did the thing you hide
But for the record it's between you and I.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=64-JxFMsbr0

From now on I'll buy original Ben Harper's CDs, promise.

I knew a girl, her name was Truth. She was a horrible liar. She couldn't spend one day alone, but she couldn't be satisfied.
When you have everything, you have everything to lose. She made herself abed of nails and she's plannin' on puttin' it to use.
'Cos she had diamonds on the inside. She had diamonds on the inside. She had diamonds on the inside. Diamonds.
A candle throws its light into the darkness in a nasty world, so shines the good deed. Make sure the fortune that you seek is the fortune you need. So tell me why the first to ask is the last to give. Everytime what you say and do not mean follow too close behind
'Cos she had diamonds on the inside. She had diamonds on the inside. She wore diamonds on the inside. Diamonds.
Like a soldier standing long under fire, any change comes as a relief. Let the giver's name remain unspoken for she is just a generous thief.
But she had diamonds on the inside. 'Cos she had diamonds on the inside. She wore diamonds on the inside. She wore diamonds, oh diamonds. She had diamonds, she wore diamonds. Diamonds.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fpns_a4Nuvo

My Blueberry Nights

I just don't know what you spect from me, or if you even spect something from me at all. I don't know neither how to react nor act. I don't know how to get by on this wild sorroundings you created. There must be something wrong with me, definitely.
I never knew I could end up like this, and it really freaks me out.
Remember those days when we always talked to each other? You did love me. You did, I did. You knew, I knew. So close and so far at the same time.
Doesn't it bother you when you think it could have been something more than just this? Doesn't it kill you more each day? It does, it does to me.
Say you don't want me. Say you don't wanna kiss me, and I'll be gone. Say you don't love me, and you never did. Dare to lie to me.
You know that what we have is real, it was and it will be. I swear I'll never let you go if you don't tell me what the hell's going on. I don't give a shit what you say, but just say it. Spell it out of your chest, free up your soul, so I can do the same. Let me be free, I can face the truth. But let me know the truth.
I don't care about that stupid loyalty you have. It's not loyalty, it's just and old-fashioned excuse.
There's nothing wrong with temptations, but with an overdose of common sense.
You know nothing about me, because if you did, you would have been done with all that shit, and you would just have hold me, and stopped being mental, just grabbing me in your arms, and given up your fucking insecurity.
I don't wanna say I'll miss you, I just don't wanna think what the hell I'm gonna do when you're gone. I won't miss you, I will miss you to death.

How do you say goodbye to someone you can't imagine living without? I didn't say goodbye. I didn't say anything. I just walked away.

Mariposas.

Sonrío cada vez que lo recuerdo y créeme que es muy raro, hay veces que muerdo mi mano para ver si fue soñado. Y es que me he imaginado tantas veces contigo que cuando al fin te tuve enfrente solo pude estar callado.
Entré con lo justo en la cartera y salí con el alma llena y eso no lo paga una moneda ni lo hace cualquiera, di de que manera
o forma conseguiste que por ti rompiese mis normas.

Y el típico chico que fue a la barra del bar pidió una copa, vio tu cara y quedó "bocas" sin más, era un manojo de nervios manejados por tu cuerpo, gestos lentos, poesía en movimiento.
Y no es un cuento si te cuento que mi rostro era un poema, que el pasado ya es historia, el presente un regalo, morena. Y del futuro no sé que será pero será a tu lado, yo seré algo tuyo y tu mi eternidad.

La ilusión conlleva el miedo y el miedo temor, pero he guardado mis fantasmas dentro de un cajón. Si el daño es esto moriré de este dolor, que he estado muchos años sin saber que era el amor. Qué decir si todo fluye... Que te quiero, ¿no? O que eres un cielo por llevarme hasta las nubes. Yo pienso que hay cosas que decirlas no hace falta. pero lo que siento niña te lo dejo en esta carta, o en voz alta hasta dejarme la garganta... Que me encantas...

Y paradojas de este mundo: estudias para salvar vidas y a mi me matas si me miras en segundos. Si estamos juntos lo del tiempo es relativo: si no estás transcurre lento y a tu lado es un suspiro. Ay, destino... De ti no supe hasta hace poco pero desde crío, creo, te conozco y vas conmigo... Será que un fino hilo nos unió dándonos cuerda, así que agárrate con fuerza y disfrutemos del camino. Cariño, no sé qué verás en mí pero no importa mientras sea el que ocupa la pupa de nuestra pompa un niño que trabaja de albañil sobre tu boca y forma la curva que dibuja tu sonrisa tonta. Eres mi otra parte, mi "yang", aquello que encontré cuando me cansé de tanto buscar. Y ya del mañana no se que será pero yo sé que enamorados seremos uno en el más allá....

La ilusión conlleva el miedo y el miedo temor, pero he guardado mis fantasmas dentro de un cajón. Si el daño es esto moriré de este dolor que he estado muchos años sin saber que era el amor. Qué decir si todo fluye... Que te quiero, ¿no? O que eres un cielo por llevarme hasta las nubes. Yo pienso que no hace falta decir estas cosas pero al verte sentí dentro mariposas.

Y si mí "siempre" comenzó en el día en que te conocí, no me haré responsable del ayer pero de hoy sí. De las horas que te debo de cosquillas -más de mil-, de esa risa que se agarra a tu costillas de marfil. De llorar por ser feliz, de viajar hasta en patín, de tocar el arpa con tu espalda y del desliz de aquel beso que en tu mejilla se deslizó para llevarme en tus labios a otro mundo mejor...

"Gracias por existir, mi amor..."

Wait-and-see

I'd really love to get to myself. Seriously! I don't understand me. I just... live. It's not way to bad, but you know, people usually don't get that. But, you know what? I give a damn. That's what people should do, live their lives. Maybe not that crazy, but. I'm so damned fickle, but I can't help being that.
It's true that I check out many guys, but some are spinning round my head for maybe so long. Cheez, for example. Last night I did something that I longed to, but at the same time I felt terrible, because he was there. And he was staring at me, or so I thought. I have one stupid moment in my mind. Someone saying something about impossible love, and a crossed look. It was just a second. But I looked at him, and he looked at me. And I swear the only thing I wanted to do is hold him in my arms and never let him go. And then, everything vanished. My imagination makes me wonder so many things.
I have the fucking feeling that every step I take is a step further from you. And that really freaks me out. I wish you had trusted me. It doesn't matter at all, and you just kept struggling, and that made the difference.
YOU KISSED ME, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE. It was just a sec, but you did. And you wanted to kiss me properly. But you didn't, you just didn't because you're so sweet. You thought it could be trouble and you decided to step back. It's not what I would have done, but you're definitely more rational than I'll ever be. I just do what my heart -or my hormones- say. And sometimes I wish you do the same too.
But maybe the point is that you're not rational at all. Maybe you're scared. So scared to face the truth that you try to avoid things.
Soon you'll be gone. And what the fuck am I supposed to do, huh?
You and me are sort of wait-and-see, but then I waited and I saw. You spin around. You touch, and then break. AND I REALLY WANT TO SLAP YOUR FACE, you sometimes deserve it.
I won't let you go if you don't kiss me again. I dare to go to the airport before you leave, and kiss you. I don't mind if I have to buy a ticket and bump into the plane before it takes off just to have what I deserve. Because I deserve it. I deserve you. And soon you'll realize.