viernes, 20 de noviembre de 2015

5 canciones que escucho cuando estoy triste, para ponerme más triste

1. Dysphoric - Cavetown

Don't let me see what I am cause I can't stand it, no, I can't. I'm coming back round again. It's been over a year I thought this was the end. But now I don't remember comfort because what I am is what I'm not. I don't belong here it's just hopeless. Find me a way out if you love me at all. Don't let me hear what they say cause I can't stand it everyday I'm thinking that I should leave now and I don't think I'm coming back this time. But now I don't remember comfort because what I am is what I'm not. This phantom skin, it's weird to live in, so find me a way out if you love me at all.

2. Perfectly Out Of Key - The Maine

Thoughts fall company and dreams as friends. I'm only half here and other half pretends that I'm just, I'm just a bad haircut, some fashion from last week, no one really knows me at all. But sometimes I like living in my own world, disconnected and so naivePerfectly out of key. I'm not allowed to be anyone else but me, so I try to take apart my head from time to time and I'm not resolute so when I need help well I would ask you and I would try to be polite and sometimes I like living in my own world disconnected and so naive. I'm perfectly out of key. And sometimes I like living in my own world disconnected and so naive. But the truth is I hate the truth. And I would rather live and die in fantasy.

3. El Síndrome Estocolmo - Melian

Ya no voy a pensar, no quiero aceptar que cada historia tiene un finalYa no voy a mirar atrás tratando de entender que todo es diferente. Y estoy acá diciendo en una canción, lo siento... Lamento no poder ser quien quisieras que fueraNo bastaría ofrecer mi alma entera para dejar de saber que se siente, qué se siente? Que nada de lo que haga vaya a ser suficienteIntento no sentir, no quiero permitir que la historia se vuelva a repetir. Ya no voy a mirar atrás tratando de entender que nada es diferente. Y estoy acá, volcando mi corazón. Lo siento. Lamento no poder ser quien quisieras que fuera. No bastaría ofrecer mi alma entera para dejar de saber qué se siente, qué se siente? Que nada de lo que haga vaya a ser suficiente. Todo lo que quiero es que sientas orgullo, todo lo que quiero es que sientas orgullo. Sé que no lo logré porque convivo con la decepción de no ser lo que quisiste. Lamento no poder ser quien quisieras que fuera. No bastaría ofrecer mi alma entera, para dejar de saber qué se siente, qué se siente? Que nada de lo que haga vaya a ser suficiente. Nada es suficiente.

4. To My Old Self - Real Friends

I spend my nights thinking the worst and telling myself that everything's going to work out. I keep kicking myself in the mouth, opening up every cut that should be a scar by nowI need the hope I always tell my friends about, I need the hope I always tell my friends about. I sleep with the TV on, it covers up my feelings about the past. Here I am, lying awake thinking about how things used to be. I'm sick and tired. I'm sick and tired of being at the same old place in my head. Give me peace of mindI always backtrack to my old self when I'm holding on to despair and cracks in my life. I'm holding when I need to let go. I sleep with the TV on, it covers up my feelings about the pastHere I am lying awake thinking about how things used to be. Doubt is the soil that fear grows in. I'm dirty from head to toe.

5. Bulletproof Love - Pierce The Veil

I breathe you in with smoke in the backyard lights, we used to laugh until we choked into the wasted nightsIt was the best time of my life, but now I sleep alone, so darling, don't, don't wake me up, 'cause my thrill is gone. And the sunset turning red behind the smoke, forever and alone. You've gone and sewn me to this bed, the taste of you and me. Will never leave my lips again under the blinding rain. I wanna hold your hand so tight I'm gonna break my wrist, and when the vultures sing tonight I'm gonna join right in. I'll sing along, 'cause I don't know any other song. I'll sing along, but I'm barely hanging on. I'm barely hanging on. By the time you're hearing this I'll already be gone. And now there's nothing to do but scream at the drunken moon. This isn't fair! Don't you try to blame this on me. My love for you was bulletproof but you're the one who shot meAnd God damn it, I can barely see your name. So I'll try to write it and fill the pen with blood from the sink. But don't just say it, you should sing my name, pretend that it's a song 'cause forever it's yours, and we can sing this on the way home. I'll sing along, 'cause I don't know any other song. I'll sing along, but I'm barely hanging on. I'm barely hanging on. By the time you're hearing this I'll already be gone. And now there's nothing to do but tear my voice apartNothing to do, and scream at the drunken moon.

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