<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133621471571703938</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:10:40.555-07:00</updated><category term='bee gees'/><category term='adanowsky'/><category term='Los Liquits'/><category term='tatuaje vivo'/><category term='the secret machines'/><category term='polo montañez'/><category term='viejita pero bonita'/><category term='Rockdrigo González'/><category term='Brighton Port Authority'/><category term='reverend and the makers'/><category term='the verve'/><category term='el tri'/><category term='dendron'/><category term='ritmo peligroso'/><category term='gustavo cerati'/><category term='Cuarteto de Nos'/><category 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_Rl64VpcUw/S1kiRqO0OMI/AAAAAAAABVk/noRZvnYjrYY/S220/yorojo.img.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133621471571703938.post-6020144311118418720</id><published>2010-01-21T20:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:17:56.566-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuarteto de Nos'/><title type='text'>Malherido</title><content type='html'>***********************&lt;br /&gt;porque voy malherido entre palabras sin sentido&lt;br /&gt;esto es sonósfera&lt;br /&gt;***********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FqLcnVglkcI&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FqLcnVglkcI&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay veces que he intentado tentar a la suerte&lt;br /&gt;porque lo que no me mata me hace más fuerte,&lt;br /&gt;y al tirar el dado he sudado y dudado&lt;br /&gt;porque lo que no me mata me hace más desconfiado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay veces que a estar en el borde ya no le temo&lt;br /&gt;porque lo que no me mata me hace más extremo.&lt;br /&gt;Quedo ahí perplejo preso de mi pellejo&lt;br /&gt;porque lo que no me mata me hace más viejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre palabras sin sentido&lt;br /&gt;sigo viviendo malherido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay veces que mi mente falla y se amotina&lt;br /&gt;porque lo que no me mata me contamina,&lt;br /&gt;y es cuando voy seguro de llegar a buen puerto&lt;br /&gt;porque lo que no me mata me hace más muerto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre palabras sin sentido&lt;br /&gt;sigo viviendo malherido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre palabras sin sentido&lt;br /&gt;sigo viviendo malherido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133621471571703938-6020144311118418720?l=soundspheres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/feeds/6020144311118418720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133621471571703938&amp;postID=6020144311118418720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/6020144311118418720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/6020144311118418720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/2010/01/malherido.html' title='Malherido'/><author><name>pepo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654402651444454556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_Rl64VpcUw/S1kiRqO0OMI/AAAAAAAABVk/noRZvnYjrYY/S220/yorojo.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133621471571703938.post-1667189917837509514</id><published>2009-12-21T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T11:20:03.264-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuarteto de Nos'/><title type='text'>Bipolar</title><content type='html'>------------------------&lt;br /&gt;porque a veces&lt;br /&gt;Bajo y subo, freno y sigo, me levanto o me hundo &lt;br /&gt;esto es sonósfera&lt;br /&gt;------------------------ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZUsRU9umeTE&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZUsRU9umeTE&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sé que “uno” va sin hache, eso lo que se estila, &lt;br /&gt;aunque hay días que me siento el huno como Atila. &lt;br /&gt;Cuando la noche me encandila y me descarrila &lt;br /&gt;vuelvo a ser el último de la fila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y oscila mi ánimo como un vaivén,&lt;br /&gt;paso de ser un huracán a un maestro zen &lt;br /&gt;A veces un volcán con el poder de superman &lt;br /&gt;y después ya ven, soy Clark Kent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veo el futuro y me creo el rey del imperio &lt;br /&gt;hasta que leo qué dice mi tumba en el cementerio. &lt;br /&gt;En serio, si doy corriente como una anguila, &lt;br /&gt;expira mi pila y me quedo sin un amperio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puedo estar en la cima sin nada encima &lt;br /&gt;y bien encumbrada mi estimada autoestima,&lt;br /&gt;para en picada caer de esa tarima &lt;br /&gt;y explotar como la bomba que borró del mapa a hiroshima &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y empeoro como el clima, cambio abrigo por blusa &lt;br /&gt;y agarro la bajada acelerada en la montaña rusa, &lt;br /&gt;puedo ser perfecto sin excusas &lt;br /&gt;o lo opuesto a la recto como la hipotenusa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bajo y subo, freno y sigo, me levanto &lt;br /&gt;Bip, bip, bip, bipolar &lt;br /&gt;Subo y bajo, sigo y freno y me hundo &lt;br /&gt;Bip, bip, bip, bipolar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así que de mi, no te fíes &lt;br /&gt;Tengo más tabúes que hindúes y paquistaníes. &lt;br /&gt;Puedo poner los puntos sobre las íes &lt;br /&gt;y después quedar difunto al esquiar sin esquíes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así es de manso es mi pensamiento: &lt;br /&gt;El que ríe último piensa más lento. &lt;br /&gt;Miento, si parezco amable y cortés. &lt;br /&gt;Soy intocable como Eliot Ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay días que estoy al revés y voy con desconsuelo &lt;br /&gt;al infierno en ascensor en vez de una escalera al cielo. &lt;br /&gt;No me salva Robert Plant ni la suerte de Bugs Bunny. &lt;br /&gt;Me visto como Kant y pienso como Armani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero mis defectos no me acomplejan &lt;br /&gt;el efecto de las penas son dagas que me aquejan. &lt;br /&gt;Las veo como marcas en forma vaga, &lt;br /&gt;más que cicatrices después me parecen llagas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bajo y subo, freno y sigo, me levanto &lt;br /&gt;Bip, bip, bip, bipolar &lt;br /&gt;Subo y bajo, sigo y freno y me hundo &lt;br /&gt;Bip, bip, bip, bipolar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down, como un boxeador underground, &lt;br /&gt;que nunca pasó el primer round &lt;br /&gt;pero enderezó la proa y fuerte como una boa, &lt;br /&gt;siente que ganó más peleas que Rocky Balboa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un príncipe azul me siento a veces, confieso &lt;br /&gt;y otras no tan guapo un sapo mendigando un beso &lt;br /&gt;Eso, un cóctel de aceite y agua &lt;br /&gt;Parezco dirigido por Buñuel o Kurosawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En ocasiones contesto lo que siento &lt;br /&gt;ero de esos sentimientos en seguida me arrepiento, &lt;br /&gt;entonces es cuando mis respuestas se apilan &lt;br /&gt;y flotan en el viento como las de Dylan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis días desfilan y me fusilan el alma. &lt;br /&gt;Días de calma y otras que quiero un arma. &lt;br /&gt;Mi karma se desarma como un archivo zip, &lt;br /&gt;y empieza a sonar mi alarma, bip, bip, bip &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bajo y subo, freno y sigo, me levanto &lt;br /&gt;Bip, bip, bip, bipolar &lt;br /&gt;Subo y bajo, sigo y freno y me hundo &lt;br /&gt;Bip, bip, bip, bipolar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133621471571703938-1667189917837509514?l=soundspheres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/feeds/1667189917837509514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133621471571703938&amp;postID=1667189917837509514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/1667189917837509514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/1667189917837509514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/2009/12/bipolar.html' title='Bipolar'/><author><name>pepo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654402651444454556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_Rl64VpcUw/S1kiRqO0OMI/AAAAAAAABVk/noRZvnYjrYY/S220/yorojo.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133621471571703938.post-1437071869014211746</id><published>2009-12-10T19:26:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T19:26:59.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madonna'/><title type='text'>Borderline</title><content type='html'>+++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;Porque no se puede estar siempre al filo&lt;br /&gt;esto es sonósfera&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tEPXcUudCCQ&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tEPXcUudCCQ&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in the way you love me won't let me be&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be your prisoner &lt;br /&gt;so baby won't you set me free&lt;br /&gt;Stop playing with my heart&lt;br /&gt;Finish what you start&lt;br /&gt;When you make my love come down&lt;br /&gt;If you want me let me know&lt;br /&gt;Baby let it show&lt;br /&gt;Honey don't you fool around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just try to understand, &lt;br /&gt;I've given all I can,&lt;br /&gt;Cause you got the best of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borderline &lt;br /&gt;feels like I'm going to lose my mind&lt;br /&gt;You just keep on pushing my love &lt;br /&gt;over the borderline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on pushing me baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you drive me crazy&lt;br /&gt;You just keep on pushing my love &lt;br /&gt;over the borderline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in your eyes is makin' such a fool of me&lt;br /&gt;When you hold me in your arms &lt;br /&gt;you love me till I just can't see&lt;br /&gt;But then you let me down, &lt;br /&gt;when I look around, &lt;br /&gt;baby you just can't be found&lt;br /&gt;Stop driving me away, &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna stay,&lt;br /&gt;There's something I just got to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just try to understand, &lt;br /&gt;I've given all I can,&lt;br /&gt;Cause you got the best of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borderline &lt;br /&gt;feels like I'm going to lose my mind&lt;br /&gt;You just keep on pushing my love &lt;br /&gt;over the borderline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on pushing me baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you drive me crazy&lt;br /&gt;You just keep on pushing my love &lt;br /&gt;over the borderline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what your love has done to me&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby set me free&lt;br /&gt;You just keep on pushing my love &lt;br /&gt;over the borderline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cause me so much pain,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going insane&lt;br /&gt;What does it take to make you see?&lt;br /&gt;You just keep on pushing my love &lt;br /&gt;over the borderline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133621471571703938-1437071869014211746?l=soundspheres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/feeds/1437071869014211746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133621471571703938&amp;postID=1437071869014211746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/1437071869014211746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/1437071869014211746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/2009/12/borderline.html' title='Borderline'/><author><name>pepo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654402651444454556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_Rl64VpcUw/S1kiRqO0OMI/AAAAAAAABVk/noRZvnYjrYY/S220/yorojo.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133621471571703938.post-972895753634948056</id><published>2009-11-27T15:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T15:39:16.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dendron'/><title type='text'>el orden del universo</title><content type='html'>*************************************&lt;br /&gt;porque a veces las hojas en la calle me recuerdan a ti&lt;br /&gt;esto es sonósfera&lt;br /&gt;*************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hFa6CvlDLUM&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hFa6CvlDLUM&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;He esperado toda mi vida esto... &lt;br /&gt;las hojas el pavimento &lt;br /&gt;me recuerdan a ti. &lt;br /&gt;Se desvanecen las estrellas &lt;br /&gt;en esta ciudad; &lt;br /&gt;no existe la oscuridad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cierra los ojos y piensa en mí... &lt;br /&gt;Mientras lo digo yo pienso en ti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y puedo verte; aquí estamos. &lt;br /&gt;Pones tus brazos alrededor de mí. &lt;br /&gt;Otra mañana fría esperando &lt;br /&gt;que baje música desde el cielo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y podemos quedarnos juntos para siempre. &lt;br /&gt;Y subimos una escalera infinita. &lt;br /&gt;Y nuestras almas se hacen una sola. &lt;br /&gt;Y se dividen celulas una y otra vez. &lt;br /&gt;Y volvemos a crear patrones de vida. &lt;br /&gt;Y así funciona el orden del universo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cierra los ojos y piensa en mí.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133621471571703938-972895753634948056?l=soundspheres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_Rl64VpcUw/S1kiRqO0OMI/AAAAAAAABVk/noRZvnYjrYY/S220/yorojo.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133621471571703938.post-6794992559789344734</id><published>2009-07-21T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:09:41.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady bombón'/><title type='text'>tarde gris</title><content type='html'>*************************************&lt;br /&gt;a veces solo quedan tardes grices&lt;br /&gt;esto es sonosfera&lt;br /&gt;*************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sfVRY_Sf_sM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sfVRY_Sf_sM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es otra tarde de frió invierno y siento... &lt;br /&gt;Que el aire corre y entra por mis poros hasta el hueso.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disfruto el escalofrío de mi cuerpo... &lt;br /&gt;Y creo que el tiempo pasa muy lento lento &lt;br /&gt;Muy lento lento, &lt;br /&gt;muy lento lento.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pongo mi abrigo viejo y digo... &lt;br /&gt;Que el mal momento termina si menos lo pienso... &lt;br /&gt;Escucho mil melodías entre sueños... &lt;br /&gt;Y los sonidos revuelan en gran movimiento... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compraré un café y te pensaré &lt;br /&gt;en esta tarde gris... &lt;br /&gt;Me refugiaré y te pensaré en &lt;br /&gt;esta tarde gris... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejarme ir, y no se lo que &lt;br /&gt;espero si ya estoy aquí &lt;br /&gt;Dejarme ir, y no hay mejor momento &lt;br /&gt;que esta tarde &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tarde gris &lt;br /&gt;tarde gris &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y cada tarde de frió invierno llega y... &lt;br /&gt;se acumula entre las cosas que no quiero y guardo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El día que reviso aquel momento... &lt;br /&gt;Me trae recuerdos que olvido &lt;br /&gt;muy dentro dentro &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muy dentro dentro &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y encuentro mil historias que no creo &lt;br /&gt;y me golpean con la brisa de tu pensamiento... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camino en la banqueta de mis cuentos... &lt;br /&gt;Y me descubro como la escritora de mis sueños &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compraré un café y te pensaré &lt;br /&gt;en esta tarde gris &lt;br /&gt;Me refugiaré y te pensaré en &lt;br /&gt;esta tarde gris &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejarme ir, y no se lo que &lt;br /&gt;espero si ya estoy aquí &lt;br /&gt;Dejarme ir, y no hay mejor &lt;br /&gt;momento que esta tarde gris &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejarme ir, y no se lo que &lt;br /&gt;espero si ya estoy aquí &lt;br /&gt;Dejarme ir, y no hay mejor &lt;br /&gt;momento que esta tarde.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tarde gris, tarde gris...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133621471571703938-6794992559789344734?l=soundspheres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/feeds/6794992559789344734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133621471571703938&amp;postID=6794992559789344734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/6794992559789344734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/6794992559789344734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/2009/07/tarde-gris.html' title='tarde gris'/><author><name>pepo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654402651444454556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_Rl64VpcUw/S1kiRqO0OMI/AAAAAAAABVk/noRZvnYjrYY/S220/yorojo.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133621471571703938.post-8645698705872263121</id><published>2009-07-01T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T19:22:13.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ritmo peligroso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viejita pero bonita'/><title type='text'>déjala tranquila</title><content type='html'>----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;a veces es lo único que puede pedirse&lt;br /&gt;esto es sonósfera&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hOJRUqjUpsU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hOJRUqjUpsU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133621471571703938-8645698705872263121?l=soundspheres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/feeds/8645698705872263121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133621471571703938&amp;postID=8645698705872263121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/8645698705872263121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/8645698705872263121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/2009/07/dejala-tranquila.html' title='déjala tranquila'/><author><name>pepo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654402651444454556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_Rl64VpcUw/S1kiRqO0OMI/AAAAAAAABVk/noRZvnYjrYY/S220/yorojo.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133621471571703938.post-166164330087310785</id><published>2009-06-11T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T18:30:54.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La cuca'/><title type='text'>La balada</title><content type='html'>*********************************&lt;br /&gt;porque a veces ya no hay más&lt;br /&gt;esto es sonósfera&lt;br /&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uyApg9wOe10&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uyApg9wOe10&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdí mis manos por querer&lt;br /&gt;tocarte siempre&lt;br /&gt;perdí mis brazos por creer&lt;br /&gt;que siempre estarías aquí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O lo viví o lo soñé&lt;br /&gt;o lo viví o lo viví&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdí mis piernas por andar&lt;br /&gt;sobre tus pasos&lt;br /&gt;y en el fracaso me quedé&lt;br /&gt;y nunca más me iré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O lo viví o lo soñé&lt;br /&gt;o lo viví o lo viví&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué cada vez que te alejas&lt;br /&gt;me dejas desangrar?&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué cada vez que te largas me arrancas&lt;br /&gt;me descarnas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, ya no hay más, ya no hay más&lt;br /&gt;ya cortaste mis brazos mis piernas y ya no doy más&lt;br /&gt;ya no hay más&lt;br /&gt;ya mi carne se encuentra contigo&lt;br /&gt;en otro lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdí la forma de poder&lt;br /&gt;acariciarte&lt;br /&gt;sólo la boca me quedó&lt;br /&gt;para llamarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O lo viví o lo soñé&lt;br /&gt;o lo viví o lo viví&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sálvame, no me dejes sangrar&lt;br /&gt;ya no queda más&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes sangrar&lt;br /&gt;sangrar, sangrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué cada vez que te alejas&lt;br /&gt;me dejas desangrar?&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué cada vez que te largas me arrancas&lt;br /&gt;me descarnas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, ya no hay más, ya no hay más&lt;br /&gt;ya cortaste mis brazos mis piernas y ya no doy más&lt;br /&gt;ya no hay más&lt;br /&gt;ya mi carne se encuentra contigo&lt;br /&gt;en otro lugar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133621471571703938-166164330087310785?l=soundspheres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/feeds/166164330087310785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133621471571703938&amp;postID=166164330087310785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/166164330087310785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/166164330087310785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/2009/06/la-balada.html' title='La balada'/><author><name>pepo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654402651444454556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_Rl64VpcUw/S1kiRqO0OMI/AAAAAAAABVk/noRZvnYjrYY/S220/yorojo.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133621471571703938.post-4352662025260600227</id><published>2009-06-08T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:28:36.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polo montañez'/><title type='text'>un montón de estrellas</title><content type='html'>*********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;porque tenía que aborrecerla...&lt;br /&gt;esto es sonósfera..&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BUhKDHCYS98&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BUhKDHCYS98&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no se porque razón cantarle a ella&lt;br /&gt;Si debía aborrecerla con las fuerzas de mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;Todavía no la borro totalmente&lt;br /&gt;Ella siempre esta presente como ahora en esta canción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incontables son las veces que he tratado&lt;br /&gt;de olvidarla y no he logrado&lt;br /&gt;arrancarla ni un segundo de mi mente&lt;br /&gt;porque ella sabe todo mi pasado&lt;br /&gt;me conoce demasiado&lt;br /&gt;y es posible que por eso se aproveche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque yo en el amor soy un idiota&lt;br /&gt;que ha sufrido mil derrotas&lt;br /&gt;que no tengo fuerzas para defenderme&lt;br /&gt;Pero ella casi siempre se aprovecha&lt;br /&gt;unas veces me desprecia&lt;br /&gt;y otras veces lo hace para entretenerme y es así&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy recuerdo la canción que le hice un día&lt;br /&gt;y en el fondo no sabia que eso era malo para mi&lt;br /&gt;poco a poco fui cayendo en un abismo&lt;br /&gt;siempre me paso lo mismo nadie sabe lo que yo sufrí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una victima total de sus antojos&lt;br /&gt;pero un día abrí los ojos&lt;br /&gt;y con rabia la arranque de mi memoria&lt;br /&gt;Poco a poco fui saliendo hacia delante&lt;br /&gt;y en los brazos de otra amante&lt;br /&gt;pude terminar al fin con esta historia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque yo en el amor soy un idiota&lt;br /&gt;que ha sufrido mil derrotas&lt;br /&gt;que no tengo fuerzas para defenderme&lt;br /&gt;Pero ella casi siempre aprovechaba&lt;br /&gt;si algún día me besaba&lt;br /&gt;eso era solo para entretenerme y es así&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo fue asi....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133621471571703938-4352662025260600227?l=soundspheres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/feeds/4352662025260600227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133621471571703938&amp;postID=4352662025260600227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/4352662025260600227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/4352662025260600227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/2009/06/un-monton-de-estrellas.html' title='un montón de estrellas'/><author><name>pepo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654402651444454556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_Rl64VpcUw/S1kiRqO0OMI/AAAAAAAABVk/noRZvnYjrYY/S220/yorojo.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133621471571703938.post-7802858776086891942</id><published>2009-06-04T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:07:26.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie Melua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the cure'/><title type='text'>just like heaven</title><content type='html'>+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;Porque el cielo se parece a lo que eres...&lt;br /&gt;esto es sonósfera&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Rmil_raUtU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Rmil_raUtU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Show me how you do that trick &lt;br /&gt;The one that makes me scream" she said &lt;br /&gt;"The one that makes me laugh" she said &lt;br /&gt;And threw her arms around my neck &lt;br /&gt;"Show me how you do it &lt;br /&gt;And I promise you I promise that &lt;br /&gt;I'll run away with you &lt;br /&gt;I'll run away with you" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinning on that dizzy edge &lt;br /&gt;I kissed her face and kissed her head &lt;br /&gt;And dreamed of all the different ways I had &lt;br /&gt;To make her glow &lt;br /&gt;"Why are you so far away?" she said &lt;br /&gt;"Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you &lt;br /&gt;That I'm in love with you" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;br /&gt;Soft and only &lt;br /&gt;You &lt;br /&gt;Lost and lonely &lt;br /&gt;You &lt;br /&gt;Strange as angels &lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the deepest oceans &lt;br /&gt;Twisting in the water &lt;br /&gt;You're just like a dream &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daylight licked me into shape &lt;br /&gt;I must have been asleep for days &lt;br /&gt;And moving lips to breathe her name &lt;br /&gt;I opened up my eyes &lt;br /&gt;And found myself alone alone &lt;br /&gt;Alone above a raging sea &lt;br /&gt;That stole the only girl I loved &lt;br /&gt;And drowned her deep inside of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;br /&gt;Soft and only &lt;br /&gt;You &lt;br /&gt;Lost and lonely &lt;br /&gt;You &lt;br /&gt;Just like heaven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133621471571703938-7802858776086891942?l=soundspheres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/feeds/7802858776086891942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133621471571703938&amp;postID=7802858776086891942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/7802858776086891942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/7802858776086891942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-like-heaven.html' title='just like heaven'/><author><name>pepo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654402651444454556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_Rl64VpcUw/S1kiRqO0OMI/AAAAAAAABVk/noRZvnYjrYY/S220/yorojo.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133621471571703938.post-4717243054060373398</id><published>2009-05-30T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T09:59:07.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gustavo cerati'/><title type='text'>adiós</title><content type='html'>************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;porque decir adiós también es parte de saber crecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esto es sonósfera&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qeCoWQJEwQM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qeCoWQJEwQM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspiraban lo mismo los dos&lt;br /&gt;y hoy son parte de una lluvia lejos&lt;br /&gt;no te confundas no sirve el rencor&lt;br /&gt;son espasmos después del adiós &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponés canciones tristes para sentirte mejor&lt;br /&gt;tu esencia es más visible,&lt;br /&gt;Del mismo dolor&lt;br /&gt;vendrá un nuevo amanecer.&lt;br /&gt;uuuuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez colmaban la necesidad&lt;br /&gt;pero hay vacíos que no pueden llenar&lt;br /&gt;no conocían la profundidad&lt;br /&gt;hasta que un día no dio para más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quedabas esperando ecos que no volverán&lt;br /&gt;flotando entre rechazos&lt;br /&gt;del mismo dolor&lt;br /&gt;vendrá un nuevo amanecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separarse de la especie&lt;br /&gt;por algo superior&lt;br /&gt;no es soberbia es amor&lt;br /&gt;no es soberbia es amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poder decir adiós&lt;br /&gt;es crecer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133621471571703938-4717243054060373398?l=soundspheres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/feeds/4717243054060373398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133621471571703938&amp;postID=4717243054060373398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/4717243054060373398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/4717243054060373398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/2009/05/adios.html' title='adiós'/><author><name>pepo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654402651444454556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_Rl64VpcUw/S1kiRqO0OMI/AAAAAAAABVk/noRZvnYjrYY/S220/yorojo.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133621471571703938.post-7957307633160836629</id><published>2009-04-08T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:45:51.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iggy Pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brighton Port Authority'/><title type='text'>he's Frank</title><content type='html'>--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Porque el chico aquél creció y se pregunta:&lt;br /&gt;¿quien lo salvará de volverse hombre?&lt;br /&gt;yo no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esto es sonósfera&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=50947787"&gt;The BPA - &amp;quot;He&amp;#39;s Frank&amp;quot; (Slight Return) Feat. Iggy Pop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=50947787,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=50947787,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got secular joy&lt;br /&gt;He's a peculiar boy&lt;br /&gt;But now the lustre has gone &lt;br /&gt;The peculiar boy is no more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who'll save him from being a man &lt;br /&gt;Not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got precious youth&lt;br /&gt;But forsaken, forsooth&lt;br /&gt;So now the shine grows dim &lt;br /&gt;Change tradition for whim &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who'll save him from being a man &lt;br /&gt;Not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got clothes all red &lt;br /&gt;stirred out on a purple bed&lt;br /&gt;But now the red's in his eyes &lt;br /&gt;He's no longer a prize &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who'll save him from being a man &lt;br /&gt;Not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I qualify, not me&lt;br /&gt;I ensure to that, not me&lt;br /&gt;I didn't kill the cat, not me&lt;br /&gt;I dont know where is at, not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now his skin is slack&lt;br /&gt;He shows a certain lack&lt;br /&gt;Who'll save him from being a man &lt;br /&gt;Not me&lt;br /&gt;Who'll save him from being a man &lt;br /&gt;Not me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133621471571703938-7957307633160836629?l=soundspheres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/feeds/7957307633160836629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133621471571703938&amp;postID=7957307633160836629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/7957307633160836629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/7957307633160836629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/2009/04/hes-frank.html' title='he&apos;s Frank'/><author><name>pepo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654402651444454556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_Rl64VpcUw/S1kiRqO0OMI/AAAAAAAABVk/noRZvnYjrYY/S220/yorojo.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133621471571703938.post-7665360099414089145</id><published>2009-04-07T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:34:19.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee gees'/><title type='text'>stayin' alive</title><content type='html'>---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;porque hoy amanecí con la necesidad de mantenerme vivo...&lt;br /&gt;esto es sonósfera&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OCAjmuA1HDk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OCAjmuA1HDk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a woman's man, no time to talk.&lt;br /&gt;Music loud and women warm.&lt;br /&gt;I've been kicked around since I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's all right, it's O.K.&lt;br /&gt;And you may look the other way.&lt;br /&gt;We can try to understand&lt;br /&gt;The New York Times' effect on man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're a brother&lt;br /&gt;Or whether you're a mother,&lt;br /&gt;You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.&lt;br /&gt;Feel the city breakin'&lt;br /&gt;And ev'rybody shakin'&lt;br /&gt;And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ha, ha, ha,&lt;br /&gt;Stayin' alive.&lt;br /&gt;Stayin' alive.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ha, ha, ha,&lt;br /&gt;Stayin' alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now, I get low and I get high&lt;br /&gt;And if I can't get either I really try.&lt;br /&gt;Got the wings of heaven on my shoes&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dancin' man and I just can't lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's all right, it's O.K.&lt;br /&gt;I'll live to see another day.&lt;br /&gt;We can try to understand&lt;br /&gt;The New York Times' effect on man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're a brother&lt;br /&gt;Or whether you're a mother,&lt;br /&gt;You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.&lt;br /&gt;Feel the city breakin'&lt;br /&gt;And ev'rybody shakin'&lt;br /&gt;And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ha, ha, ha,&lt;br /&gt;Stayin' alive.&lt;br /&gt;Stayin' alive.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ha, ha, ha,&lt;br /&gt;Stayin' alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goin' nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me. &lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;Life goin' nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;Stayin' alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a woman's man, no time to talk.&lt;br /&gt;Music loud and women warm.&lt;br /&gt;I've been kicked around since I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's all right, it's O.K.&lt;br /&gt;And you may look the other way.&lt;br /&gt;We can try to understand&lt;br /&gt;The New York Times' effect on man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're a brother&lt;br /&gt;Or whether you're a mother,&lt;br /&gt;You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.&lt;br /&gt;Feel the city breakin'&lt;br /&gt;And ev'rybody shakin'&lt;br /&gt;And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ha, ha, ha,&lt;br /&gt;Stayin' alive.&lt;br /&gt;Stayin' alive.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ha, ha, ha,&lt;br /&gt;Stayin' alive. &lt;br /&gt;Life goin' nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me. &lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;Life goin' nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;Stayin' alive&lt;br /&gt;Life goin' nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me. &lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;Life goin' nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;Stayin' alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133621471571703938-7665360099414089145?l=soundspheres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/feeds/7665360099414089145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133621471571703938&amp;postID=7665360099414089145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/7665360099414089145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/7665360099414089145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/2009/04/stayin-alive.html' title='stayin&apos; alive'/><author><name>pepo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654402651444454556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_Rl64VpcUw/S1kiRqO0OMI/AAAAAAAABVk/noRZvnYjrYY/S220/yorojo.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133621471571703938.post-3585301734690903831</id><published>2009-04-04T13:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:51:41.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adanowsky'/><title type='text'>estoy mal</title><content type='html'>-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;dolor... solo dolor consiente...&lt;br /&gt;esto es sonosfera&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3BoBlZHVXAQ&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3BoBlZHVXAQ&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un dolor insoportable&lt;br /&gt;me está comiendo el alma&lt;br /&gt;nada que ver con la flama&lt;br /&gt;de una pasión que arde&lt;br /&gt;si supiera por lo menos que me duele&lt;br /&gt;los años me son infieles&lt;br /&gt;y el sufrimiento atroz&lt;br /&gt;una sensación feroz&lt;br /&gt;como una muerte eterna&lt;br /&gt;me han cortado las dos piernas&lt;br /&gt;se ha muerto dios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy mal&lt;br /&gt;infinitamente mal&lt;br /&gt;y porqué&lt;br /&gt;es un misterio fatal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada que hacer no encuentro&lt;br /&gt;donde ni cuando y qué&lt;br /&gt;Mejor sentarme y esperar &lt;br /&gt;que vuelva lo que fué&lt;br /&gt;ahora que me siento lacio&lt;br /&gt;me angustio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy mal&lt;br /&gt;infinitamente mal&lt;br /&gt;y porqué&lt;br /&gt;es un misterio fatal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podría darme cuchillazos&lt;br /&gt;aquí en el corazón&lt;br /&gt;por lo menos sufriría por alguna razon&lt;br /&gt;por la calle gritaría &lt;br /&gt;soy un huevón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy mal&lt;br /&gt;infinitamente mal&lt;br /&gt;y porqué&lt;br /&gt;es un misterio fatal (x2)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133621471571703938-3585301734690903831?l=soundspheres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/feeds/3585301734690903831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133621471571703938&amp;postID=3585301734690903831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/3585301734690903831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/3585301734690903831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/2009/04/estoy-mal.html' title='estoy mal'/><author><name>pepo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654402651444454556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_Rl64VpcUw/S1kiRqO0OMI/AAAAAAAABVk/noRZvnYjrYY/S220/yorojo.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133621471571703938.post-2052685471460688266</id><published>2009-04-04T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:44:07.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tatuaje vivo'/><title type='text'>el cuarto más sabroso</title><content type='html'>------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;porque la primavera trae deseos un poco más allá&lt;br /&gt;esto es sonósfera&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nO--jM7g8wk&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nO--jM7g8wk&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo compre para ti &lt;br /&gt;El cuarto mas sabroso&lt;br /&gt;Del hotel mas lujoso&lt;br /&gt;De este pueblo mugroso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiene tina de baño &lt;br /&gt;Una cama y excusado&lt;br /&gt;Y tiene un hoyo para espiar&lt;br /&gt;A los del cuarto de al lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora tu me sales con que no&lt;br /&gt;Que ya no quieres conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Que me quieres como amigo&lt;br /&gt;Que cortemos por lo sano&lt;br /&gt;Y que siga mi camio&lt;br /&gt;Ya vas, luego por eso me voy a embriagar&lt;br /&gt;Y con manuela me voy a consolar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo rente para ti &lt;br /&gt;La suite mas cariñosa&lt;br /&gt;Con la vista mas hermosa&lt;br /&gt;Y la champagne mas sabrosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo compre para mi&lt;br /&gt;Tres cajas de condones&lt;br /&gt;Cinco kilos de ostiones&lt;br /&gt;Y unos sexi calzones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora tu me sales con que no&lt;br /&gt;Que aun no estas preparada&lt;br /&gt;Me lleva la chingada&lt;br /&gt;Que tienes temor&lt;br /&gt;A acabar como tu hermana&lt;br /&gt;Ay mujer, de veras no te puedo comprender&lt;br /&gt;Si ya me habias dicho que si ayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(solo un rasgeo)&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora estoy yo tan solo&lt;br /&gt;En este el cuarto mas sabroso&lt;br /&gt;Del hotel mas lujoso &lt;br /&gt;De este pueblo mugroso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora yo tansolo sueño&lt;br /&gt;Que te encuentras a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;No reclames si depues&lt;br /&gt;Me sale un pelo en la mano&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133621471571703938-2052685471460688266?l=soundspheres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/feeds/2052685471460688266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133621471571703938&amp;postID=2052685471460688266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/2052685471460688266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/2052685471460688266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/2009/04/el-cuarto-mas-sabroso.html' title='el cuarto más sabroso'/><author><name>pepo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654402651444454556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_Rl64VpcUw/S1kiRqO0OMI/AAAAAAAABVk/noRZvnYjrYY/S220/yorojo.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133621471571703938.post-723950526030475208</id><published>2009-02-12T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:04:06.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hello Seahorse'/><title type='text'>Bestia</title><content type='html'>Porque a veces soy más bestia... y a veces no encuentro las palabras transparentes para decir quien soy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esto es sonósfera&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W7Uvm_ezq-k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W7Uvm_ezq-k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy transparente. Me puedes oler muy bien.&lt;br /&gt;Desde que me presento, no tengo que hablar para darme a entender.&lt;br /&gt;Mis ojos te lo dicen todo. Mi boca arrulla lo que pienso.&lt;br /&gt;Sabrás que es lo que siento, con sólo tocar mi piel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No muerdo, ni acaricio, &lt;br /&gt;sólo hiberno todo el tiempo en mi jaula de almohadas.&lt;br /&gt;Dónde nadie sabe la verdad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tengo voz para decirlo,&lt;br /&gt;Por eso vengo y te lo escribo.&lt;br /&gt;He deshonrado a mis principios(otra vez)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tengo voz para decirlo,&lt;br /&gt;Por eso vengo y te lo escribo.&lt;br /&gt;He deshonrado a mis principios(otra vez)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tengo voz para decirlo,&lt;br /&gt;Por eso vengo y te lo escribo.&lt;br /&gt;He deshonrado a mis principios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca he tenido la furia de un león.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre tomando el camino corto,como él me enseñó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tengo voz para decirlo,&lt;br /&gt;Por eso vengo y te lo escribo.&lt;br /&gt;He deshonrado a mis principios&lt;br /&gt;como él me enseño(me enseño)&lt;br /&gt;me enseño. . .&lt;div 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title='Bestia'/><author><name>pepo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654402651444454556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_Rl64VpcUw/S1kiRqO0OMI/AAAAAAAABVk/noRZvnYjrYY/S220/yorojo.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133621471571703938.post-185088236356760121</id><published>2008-10-30T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:56:33.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calle trece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='café tacuba'/><title type='text'>No hay nadie como tú</title><content type='html'>-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Porque es jueves, yo estoy felíz y desempleado, porque próximamente seré yo quien de trabajo, y porque no hay nadie como tú...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esto es sonósfera&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z1hxdCDkt50&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z1hxdCDkt50&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133621471571703938-185088236356760121?l=soundspheres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/feeds/185088236356760121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133621471571703938&amp;postID=185088236356760121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/185088236356760121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/185088236356760121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-hay-nadie-como-t.html' title='No hay nadie como tú'/><author><name>pepo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654402651444454556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_Rl64VpcUw/S1kiRqO0OMI/AAAAAAAABVk/noRZvnYjrYY/S220/yorojo.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133621471571703938.post-6713473896254338843</id><published>2008-10-03T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:13:24.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rockdrigo González'/><title type='text'>Buscando trabajo</title><content type='html'>--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Porque las circunstancias son las circunstancias y ni como hacerle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esto es sonósfera.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o8nRMaqZRbU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o8nRMaqZRbU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133621471571703938-6713473896254338843?l=soundspheres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/feeds/6713473896254338843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133621471571703938&amp;postID=6713473896254338843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/6713473896254338843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/6713473896254338843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/2008/10/buscando-trabajo.html' title='Buscando trabajo'/><author><name>pepo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654402651444454556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_Rl64VpcUw/S1kiRqO0OMI/AAAAAAAABVk/noRZvnYjrYY/S220/yorojo.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133621471571703938.post-1900326447884448545</id><published>2008-09-17T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T08:20:59.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el tri'/><title type='text'>pobre soñador</title><content type='html'>-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Porque no siempre las cosas son como debieran ser,&lt;br /&gt;y uno solo se convierte en un pobre soñador...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esto es sonósfera&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/INmX087rRBs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/INmX087rRBs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no siempre las cosas son como debieran ser&lt;br /&gt;no siempre se puede tener la razón&lt;br /&gt;tu me haces sentir como en un juego de béisbol&lt;br /&gt;me ponchas o me haces batear de home run! Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu eres como un sueño y yo tan solo soy un pobre soñador&lt;br /&gt;tu eres como un sueño y de ese sueño nuca quiero despertar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por eso&lt;br /&gt;nunca los ojos quisiera volver a abrir&lt;br /&gt;soñando, así es como quiero vivir&lt;br /&gt;viajando!&lt;br /&gt;viajando en la noche, en la obscuridad&lt;br /&gt;tu eres... mi escape de la realidad, ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu eres como un sueño...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu eres como un sueño...&lt;br /&gt;por eso&lt;br /&gt;nunca, ya nunca quiero dejar de soñar!&lt;br /&gt;que importa que el mundo deje de rodar, que mas da?&lt;br /&gt;contigo me pienso escapar de la realidad&lt;br /&gt;y nunca ya nunca quiero regresar, jamás!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuncaaaaaaaaa!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133621471571703938-1900326447884448545?l=soundspheres.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_Rl64VpcUw/S1kiRqO0OMI/AAAAAAAABVk/noRZvnYjrYY/S220/yorojo.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133621471571703938.post-8010231478052685310</id><published>2008-09-12T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:07:59.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Liquits'/><title type='text'>la vida es corta</title><content type='html'>-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;es poco el tiempo que tenemos para disfrutar, así que porque no empezamos por hacer lo que realmente nos hace felices, así que suelta todo y deja que tu corazón te lleve... si te lleva a mi, seré feliz... si te lleva lejos, te dejaré ir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esto es sonósfera&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Rn_e_wK89Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Rn_e_wK89Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la vida es corta &lt;br /&gt;pero debes darle un tiempo &lt;br /&gt;para pensar en tu amor &lt;br /&gt;y olvidar lo que te hace llorar &lt;br /&gt;siempre hay una una buena canción &lt;br /&gt;que te abre los ojos y el corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te debes soltar, te debes dejar llevar,&lt;br /&gt;tu amor esta en mí y aquí es donde debe estar,&lt;br /&gt;te debes soltar, te debes dejar llevar,&lt;br /&gt;tu amor esta en mí y aquí es donde debe estar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si no te importa esperar con el silencio &lt;br /&gt;en un momento vendrá un instante la inseguridad&lt;br /&gt;siempre hay una buena razón &lt;br /&gt;que diga lo siento de corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te debes soltar, te debes dejar llevar,&lt;br /&gt;tu amor esta en mí y aquí es donde debe estar,&lt;br /&gt;te debes soltar, te debes dejar llevar,&lt;br /&gt;tu amor esta en mí y aquí es donde debe estar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que mal si no lo ves la vida es corta, &lt;br /&gt;que bien que la verdad sigues estando bien,&lt;br /&gt;que mal si nolo ves la vida es corta,&lt;br /&gt;que bien que la verdad sigues estando bien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vida es corta&lt;br /&gt;y el corazón&lt;br /&gt;te debes soltar...estando bien&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133621471571703938-8010231478052685310?l=soundspheres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/feeds/8010231478052685310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133621471571703938&amp;postID=8010231478052685310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/8010231478052685310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/8010231478052685310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/2008/09/la-vida-es-corta.html' title='la vida es corta'/><author><name>pepo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654402651444454556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_Rl64VpcUw/S1kiRqO0OMI/AAAAAAAABVk/noRZvnYjrYY/S220/yorojo.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133621471571703938.post-2676825210298727382</id><published>2008-09-05T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:07:59.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrés Calamaro'/><title type='text'>Te quiero</title><content type='html'>-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Porque a veces a pesar de todo se permanece y se permanece y se permanece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esto es sonósfera.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k1qIqTDOuS4tR3fHak&amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k1qIqTDOuS4tR3fHak&amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x286gk_te-quiero-igual-calamaro_music"&gt;Te quiero igual - Calamaro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/psyque"&gt;psyque&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te quiero pero te llevaste la flor&lt;br /&gt;y me dejaste el florero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te quiero me dejaste la ceniza&lt;br /&gt;y te llevaste el cenicero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te quiero pero te llevaste marzo&lt;br /&gt;y te rendiste en febrero&lt;br /&gt;primero te quiero igual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te quiero, te llevaste la cabeza&lt;br /&gt;y me dejaste el sombrero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te quiero pero te olvidaste abril&lt;br /&gt;en el ropero pero igual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te quiero no me gusta esperar&lt;br /&gt;pero igual te espero&lt;br /&gt;primero te quiero igual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te quiero me dejaste el florero&lt;br /&gt;y te llevaste la flor&lt;br /&gt;pero igual te quiero &lt;br /&gt;me dejaste el vestido&lt;br /&gt;y te llevaste el amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te quiero pero te olvidaste abril&lt;br /&gt;en el ropero&lt;br /&gt;primero te quiero igual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sé si estoy despierto&lt;br /&gt;o tengo los ojos abiertos&lt;br /&gt;no sé si estoy despierto&lt;br /&gt;o tengo los ojos abiertos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te quiero, no sé si estoy despierto&lt;br /&gt;o tengo los ojos abiertos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sé que te quiero y que me esperan&lt;br /&gt;más aeropuertos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te quiero te llevaste la vela&lt;br /&gt;y me dejaste el entierro&lt;br /&gt;primero te quiero igual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te quiero pero te llevaste la flor&lt;br /&gt;y me dejaste el florero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te quiero me dejaste la ceniza&lt;br /&gt;y te llevaste el cenicero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te quiero pero te llevaste marzo&lt;br /&gt;y te rendiste en febrero&lt;br /&gt;primero te quiero igual&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133621471571703938-2676825210298727382?l=soundspheres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/feeds/2676825210298727382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133621471571703938&amp;postID=2676825210298727382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/2676825210298727382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/2676825210298727382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/2008/09/te-quiero.html' title='Te quiero'/><author><name>pepo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654402651444454556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_Rl64VpcUw/S1kiRqO0OMI/AAAAAAAABVk/noRZvnYjrYY/S220/yorojo.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133621471571703938.post-6613476550866557373</id><published>2008-09-04T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:07:59.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madonna'/><title type='text'>get together</title><content type='html'>---------&lt;br /&gt;Esperando que todo sea más dulce al final y de entre toda la confusión en mi cabeza,&lt;br /&gt;les dejo a la Reina del Pop preguntándonos si creemos o no en la ilsión del amor a primera vista. Yo creo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esto es sonósfera&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C5oS6dvfF1A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C5oS6dvfF1A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There's too much confusion)&lt;br /&gt;(It's all an illusion)&lt;br /&gt;(there's too much confusion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Find, find, find the secret&lt;br /&gt;Turn, turn, turn your head around&lt;br /&gt;Baby we can do it&lt;br /&gt;We can do it all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;It's an illusion, I don't care&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe I can make you feel better?&lt;br /&gt;Too much confusion, come on over here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we get together?&lt;br /&gt;I really, I really wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;Come on, check it out with me&lt;br /&gt;I hope you, I hope you feel the same way too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched, I searched, I searched my whole life&lt;br /&gt;To find, find, find the secret&lt;br /&gt;But all I did was open up my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Baby we can do it&lt;br /&gt;we can do it all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that we can change the future?&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe I can make you feel better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we get together?&lt;br /&gt;I really, I really wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;Come on, check it out with me&lt;br /&gt;I hope you, I hope you feel the same way too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all an illusion&lt;br /&gt;There's too much confusion&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you feel better&lt;br /&gt;If it's bitter at the start&lt;br /&gt;Then it's sweeter in the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133621471571703938-6613476550866557373?l=soundspheres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/feeds/6613476550866557373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133621471571703938&amp;postID=6613476550866557373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/6613476550866557373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/6613476550866557373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/2008/09/get-together.html' title='get together'/><author><name>pepo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654402651444454556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_Rl64VpcUw/S1kiRqO0OMI/AAAAAAAABVk/noRZvnYjrYY/S220/yorojo.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133621471571703938.post-4131077139641247238</id><published>2008-09-03T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:07:59.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the secret machines'/><title type='text'>Nowhere again</title><content type='html'>--------&lt;br /&gt;Desde los reconditos rincones asociativos en mi cabeza les dejo esta rola que junto a un buen beat me deja la esperanza de que a pesar de saber que estamos perdidos siempre podemos subir el audio y dejar que pase la lluvia, para encontrar la compañía adecuada para el momento adecuado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esto es sonósfera&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MgDLVC2vdTs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MgDLVC2vdTs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cellophane flowers never happened for me&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping the day off&lt;br /&gt;Watching the night fall&lt;br /&gt;Covering nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Filling my time share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a woman in the mirror in a fiery state&lt;br /&gt;As she motions to me I start turning away&lt;br /&gt;She's lifting her dress up&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd be surprised how we race&lt;br /&gt;While our lives erased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another alone on an everyday night&lt;br /&gt;Thinking the morning&lt;br /&gt;Looking for alright&lt;br /&gt;Warming the blood flow with poison&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the rain will stop following me&lt;br /&gt;Dripping the colors&lt;br /&gt;Running the daylight&lt;br /&gt;Over the cloud burst&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it don't burst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Erased, our lives erased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know we're lost in nowhere now&lt;br /&gt;Now we know we're lost in nowhere now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the rain will stop following me&lt;br /&gt;With millions of colors reflected in daylight&lt;br /&gt;Right on the kick drum, turning the sound up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another alone on an everyday night&lt;br /&gt;I think in the morning, I think I'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Watching the blood flow&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;There's a woman in the mirror in a fiery state&lt;br /&gt;She motions to me--I start pulling away&lt;br /&gt;She's lifting her dress up--all the way up&lt;br /&gt;Don't look surprised&lt;br /&gt;Erased, our lives erased&lt;div 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again'/><author><name>pepo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654402651444454556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_Rl64VpcUw/S1kiRqO0OMI/AAAAAAAABVk/noRZvnYjrYY/S220/yorojo.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133621471571703938.post-1105570242840036597</id><published>2008-09-01T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:07:59.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reverend and the makers'/><title type='text'>he said he loves me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RKNtbwz9ylQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RKNtbwz9ylQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he loved me&lt;br /&gt;He said he needs me&lt;br /&gt;He said to Keeley he thinks I’m special&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t love me&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t need me&lt;br /&gt;Got off with Keeley, she thinks she's special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She used to go out&lt;br /&gt;She used to get dressed up&lt;br /&gt;An all the while&lt;br /&gt;She's getting more messed up&lt;br /&gt;And she looks out&lt;br /&gt;Through the window pane&lt;br /&gt;As all her friends&lt;br /&gt;Are going out again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She used to smile&lt;br /&gt;She used to go to bars&lt;br /&gt;Now its just rattles&lt;br /&gt;And baby food in jars&lt;br /&gt;Know how shes feeling&lt;br /&gt;Because there ain’t no texts&lt;br /&gt;I know shes reeling&lt;br /&gt;They’re at the multiplex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mams and prams&lt;br /&gt;Twelve week scans&lt;br /&gt;Wish you weren’t a story of the also-rans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he loved me&lt;br /&gt;He said he needs me&lt;br /&gt;He said to Keeley he thinks I’m special&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t love me&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t need me&lt;br /&gt;Got off with Keeley, she thinks she's special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family helps her&lt;br /&gt;She takes him to his Nans&lt;br /&gt;Gives her some time off&lt;br /&gt;Go to the caravan&lt;br /&gt;And she's a mother&lt;br /&gt;Although it breaks her heart&lt;br /&gt;Her friends don’t know her&lt;br /&gt;They’ve grown so far apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mams and prams&lt;br /&gt;An twelve week scans&lt;br /&gt;Wish you weren’t a story of the also-rans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he loved me&lt;br /&gt;He said he needs me&lt;br /&gt;He said to Keeley he thinks I’m special&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t love me&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t need me&lt;br /&gt;Got off with Keeley, she thinks she's special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he loved me&lt;br /&gt;He said he needs me&lt;br /&gt;He said to Keeley he thinks I’m special&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t love me&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t need me&lt;br /&gt;Got off with Keeley, she thinks she's special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he loved me&lt;br /&gt;He said he needs me&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t love me&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t need me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133621471571703938-1105570242840036597?l=soundspheres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/feeds/1105570242840036597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133621471571703938&amp;postID=1105570242840036597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/1105570242840036597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/1105570242840036597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/2008/09/he-said-he-loves-me.html' title='he said he loves me'/><author><name>pepo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07654402651444454556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_Rl64VpcUw/S1kiRqO0OMI/AAAAAAAABVk/noRZvnYjrYY/S220/yorojo.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133621471571703938.post-113134015305378366</id><published>2008-08-28T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:07:59.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the verve'/><title type='text'>love is noise</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PmRJo8RQ5sA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PmRJo8RQ5sA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will those feet in modern times&lt;br /&gt;Walk on soles that are made in China?&lt;br /&gt;Feel the bright prosaic malls&lt;br /&gt;and the crowds that go on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we blind - can we see?&lt;br /&gt;We are one - incomplete&lt;br /&gt;Are we blind - In the shade&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for lightning - to be saved&lt;br /&gt;Cause love is noise and love is pain&lt;br /&gt;Love is these blues that I’m singing again&lt;br /&gt;Love is noise and love is pain&lt;br /&gt;Love is these blues that I’m singing again, again, again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will those feet in modern times&lt;br /&gt;Understand this world’s affliction,&lt;br /&gt;Recognise the righteous anger,&lt;br /&gt;Understand this world’s addiction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blind - couldn’t see&lt;br /&gt;What was here in me&lt;br /&gt;I was blind - insecure&lt;br /&gt;I felt like the road was way too long, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Cause love is noise and love is pain&lt;br /&gt;Love is these blues that I’m singing again&lt;br /&gt;Love is noise and love is pain&lt;br /&gt;Love is these blues that I’m singing again&lt;br /&gt;Love is noise, love is pain&lt;br /&gt;Love is these blues that I’m feeling again&lt;br /&gt;Love is noise, love is pain&lt;br /&gt;Love is these blues that I’m singing again, again, again, again, again, again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause love is noise, love is pain&lt;br /&gt;Love is these blues that you're feeling again&lt;br /&gt;Love is noise, love is pain&lt;br /&gt;Love is these blues that I’m singing again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will those feet in modern times&lt;br /&gt;Walk on soles made in China?&lt;br /&gt;Will those feet in modern times&lt;br /&gt;See the bright prosaic malls?&lt;br /&gt;Will those feet in modern times&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me all my sins?&lt;br /&gt;Love is noise&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133621471571703938-113134015305378366?l=soundspheres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundspheres.blogspot.com/feeds/113134015305378366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133621471571703938&amp;postID=113134015305378366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133621471571703938/posts/default/113134015305378366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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