pachanka's moods

Solar Power Getting 40% Cheaper by 2010! yay!

Common beby light my fire.

I be walkin' god like a dog My narrative fearless My word war returns to burn Like Baldwin home from Paris Like Steel from a furnace I was born landless This is tha native son Born of Zapata's guns Stroll through tha shanties And tha cities remains Same bodies buried hungry But with different last names These vultures rob everything Leave nothing but chains Pick a point on tha globe Yes tha pictures tha same There's a bank There's a church a myth and a hearse A mall and a loan a child dead at birth There's a widow pig parrot A rebel to tame A whitehooded judge A syringe and a vein

This is the longest day eeeeeeeeeveeeeeeeeer!

ll the sadness all the rage throw this book away rip out the binding and tear the glue and all of the grief we never even knew we had it all along

Los viejos cobres del monte, otoño sembrando van, y en las guitarras del campo, ya nacen las coplas de la soledad. Y en las guitarras del campo, ya nacen las coplas de la soledad. Emponchan los manantiales, el viento norte al pasar, y allá en los huaicos del cerro, se queman los ecos de aquel carnaval. Y allá en los huaicos del cerro, se queman los ecos de aquel carnaval. Con el lucero del alba, las cuestas repecharé, ya están los gallos cantando, se me hace vidita que no he’i de volver. Adiós mis cerros queridos, mis piedras pintadas, ya no he’i de volver. Estrellas que me alumbraron, caminos que caminé, me han golpiao todos los vientos, heridos de coplas la vida pasé. Me han golpiao todos los vientos, heridos de coplas la vida pasé. En una cueva del cerro, escondí mi corazón, pa’ que lo quiero conmigo, si solo me ha dado trabajo y rigor. Pa’ que lo quiero conmigo, si solo me ha dado trabajo y rigor. Con el lucero del alba, las cuestas repecharé, ya están los gallos cantando, se me hace vidita que no he’i de volver. Adiós mis cerros queridos, mis piedras pintadas, ya no he’i de volver.

I hurt myself today To see if I still feel I focus on the pain The only thing that's real The needle tears a hole The old familiar sting Try to kill it all away But I remember everything

Never ever again.

Young, dumb, don't see a problem Bloodshot, stare like a hoodlum Simple as this; I'm in love with the risk I know what I've done, But tell me what did I miss? So please don't save something Waste not, save nothing Lose the halo, don't need to resist A lick of the lips and a grip on your hips

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Now you always say That you want to be free But you'll come running back (said you would baby) You'll come running back (I said so many times before) You'll come running back to me