La primera foto data del año 2008, en el aeropuesto de alicante, en el avión que iva a subir, con direccion a Polonia ( como el cabron de Tony) el cantante de System of a Down ( Serj Tankian) y el batería (que es la calva que se ve detrás).
La segunda foto data de Años atrás ( no sabría especificar) pero fue al final del concierto de los Mojinos Escocios en Elche (Alicante) en el que el cantante de los mojinos " El Sevilla" nos firmó un tanga de las supernenas que aun conservamos y venderemos al mejor postor. Si teneis interes en contactar con nosotros no dudeis en escribir un post en nuestro libro de visitas.
I am a man who walks alone And when I’m walking a dark road At night or strolling through the park
When the light begins to change I sometimes feel a little strange A little anxious when it’s dark
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a constant fear that something’s always near Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a phobia that someone’s always there
Have you run your fingers down the wall And have you felt your neck skin crawl When you’re searching for the light? Sometimes when you’re scared to take a look At the corner of the room You’ve sensed that something’s watching you Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a constant fear that something’s always near Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a phobia that someone’s always there
Have you ever been alone at night Thought you heard footsteps behind and turned around and no one’s there? And as you quicken up your pace You find it hard to look again Because you’re sure there’s someone there Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a constant fear that something’s always near Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a phobia that someone’s always there Watching horror films the night before Debating witches and folklore The unknown troubles on your mind Maybe your mind is playing tricks You sense and suddenly eyes fix On dancing shadows from behind
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a constant fear that someones always near Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a phobia that someone’s allways there
When I’m walking a dark road I am a man who walkes alone
Tonto el que no entienda. cuenta una leyenda que una hembra gitana conjuró a la luna hasta el amanecer. llorando pedía que al llegar el día desposar un calé. "tendrás a tu hombre,piel morena," desde el cielohabló la luna llena." pero a cambio quiero el hijo primero que le engendres a él. que quien su hijo inmola para no estar solapoco le iba a querer." Luna quieres ser madre y no encuentras quererque te haga mujer. dime, luna de plata, qué pretendes hacercon un niño de piel. a-ha-ha, a-ha-ha, hijo de la luna. De padre canelanació un niño blanco como el lomode un armiño, con los ojos grisesen vez de aceituna --niño albino de luna. "¡maldita su estampa!este hijo es de un payo y yo no me lo callo."
Luna quieres ser madre y no encuentras quererque te haga mujer. dime, luna de plata, qué pretendes hacercon un niño de piel. a-ha-ha, a-ha-ha, hijo de la luna.
Gitano al creerse deshonrado, se fue a su mujer,cuchillo en mano. "¿de quién es el hijo?me has engañado fijo." y de muerte la hirió. luego se hizo al monte con el niño en brazos y allí le abandonó.
Luna quieres ser madre y no encuentras quererque te haga mujer. dime, luna de plata, qué pretendes hacercon un niño de piel. a-ha-ha, a-ha-ha, hijo de la luna.
Y en las nochesque haya luna llena será porque el niñoesté de buenas. y si el niño llora, menguará la lunapara hacerle una cuna. y si el niño llora menguará la lunapara hacerle una cuna.
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself, 'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell' Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California Any time of year, you can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat. Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain, 'Please bring me my wine' He said,'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine' And still those voices are calling from far away, Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely face They livin' it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device' And in the master's chambers, They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives, But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door I had to find the passage back To the place I was before 'Relax,'said the night man, We are programmed to receive. You can checkout any time you like, but you can never leave!
Would you know my name If I saw you in heaven Would you fell the same If I saw you in heaven I must be strong, and carry on Cause I know I don't belong Here in heaven
Would you hold my hand If I saw you in heaven Would you help me stand If I saw you in heaven I'll find my way, through night and day Cause I know I just can't stay Here in heaven
Time can bring you down Time can bend your knee Time can break your heart Have you begging please Begging please
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Beyond the door There's peace I'm sure. And I know there'll be no more... Tears in heaven
Would you know my name If I saw you in heaven Would you fell the same If I saw you in heaven I must be strong, and carry on Cause I know I don't belong Here in heaven
Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the South land I miss ole 'Bamy once again, and I think it's a sin, yeah
Well, I heard Mister Young sing about her Well, I heard old Neil put her down Well, I hope Neil Young will remember A southern man don't need him around anyhow
{Refrain} Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue Sweet home Alabama, Lord, I'm coming home to you
In Birmingham they love the Gov'nor, hoo hoo hoo Now we all did what we could do Now Watergate does not bother me Does your conscience bother you, tell the truth
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Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers And they've been known to pick a song or two,yes they do Lord, they get me off so much They pick me up when I'm feeling blue, now how about you
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La primera foto data del año 2008, en el aeropuesto de alicante, en el avión que iva a subir, con direccion a Polonia ( como el cabron de Tony) el cantante de System of a Down ( Serj Tankian) y el batería (que es la calva que se ve detrás).
