En méxico??!!!

Lo reconoces??
Pues el 16 de marzo del 2009, en el foro sol, nuevamente en México RADIOHEAD!!
El 19 de noviembre comienza la venta de boletos por ticket máster y pues desgraciadamente me la vuelvo a pellizcar, no hay varo.
Es uno de los pocos grupos que no me quiero perder antes de morir y sin embargo, al menos de que suceda algo extraordinario, me lo voy a perder.
Pinche crisis!!!
Si alguien puede apiadarse de mí se lo agradeceré eternamente...por lo pronto dejo una extraordinaria canción del Ok computer..Siempre he dicho que el día que termine con mi vida, esta melodía es la perfecta para semejante acto de valentía.
Exit Music (For a Film)
Wake from your sleep,the drying of your tears,Today we escape, we escape.Pack and get dressedbefore your father hears us,before all hell breaks loose.Breathe, keep breathing,don't lose your nerve.Breathe, keep breathing,I can't do this alone.Sing us a song,a song to keep us warm,there's such a chill, such a chill.And you can laugh a spineless laugh,we hope your rules and wisdom choke you.And now we are onein everlasting peace,we hope that you choke, that you choke,we hope that you choke, that you choke,we hope that you choke, that you choke.

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Alex 15 de noviembre de 2008, 14:51  

Tambien es de mis grupos preferidos, suerte fito!

ordinario 19 de febrero de 2009, 8:07  

De mis canciones preferidas de Radiohead.
Un saludo.

Biogràfico

Well I got a bad liver and broken heart, yeah,
I drunk me a river since you tore me apart
And I don't have a drinking problem, 'cept when I can't get a drink
And I wish you'd a-known her, we were quite a pair,
She was sharp as a razor and soft as a prayer
So welcome to the continuing saga, she was my better half, and I was just a dog
And so here am I slumped, I've been chipped and I've been chumped on my stool
So buy this fool some spirits and libations, it's these railroad station bars
And all these conductors and porters, and I'm all out of quarters
And this epitaph is the aftermath, yeah I choose my path, hey, come on, Kath,
He's a lawyer, he ain't the one for ya
No, the moon ain't romantic, it's intimidating as hell,
And some guy's trying to sell me a watch
And so I'll meet you at the bottom of a bottle of bargain Scotch
I got me a bottle and a dream, it's so maudlin it seems,
You can name your poison, go on ahead and make some noise
I ain't sentimental, this ain't a purchase, it's a rental, and it's purgatory,
And hey, what's your story, well I don't even care
'Cause I got my own double-cross to bear
And I'll see your Red Label, and I'll raise you one more,
And you can pour me a cab, I just can't drink no more,
'Cause it don't douse the flames that are started by dames,
It ain't like asbestos
It don't do nothing but rest us assured,
And substantiate the rumors that you've heard
Tom Waits