Black Rose Road – Dust in the eyes

So much silence after so much violence.
Oppresor, dictator, your terror has to expire.

Why has justice turned self destructive?
We sell our dreams;
We sell our souls for a bit of gold.

Our truth is a lie;
we have dust in the eyes.

Black Rose Road (from their myspace)

K’s Choice – Believe

Tomorrow I was nothing, yesterday I’ll be.
Time has footed me into thinking it’s a part of me.
Nothing in this room but empty space.
No me, no world, no mind, no face.

Touch the fingers of my hand and tell me if it’s me.
Holding on and on to love, what else is real.
A religion that appeals to me, oh.
I believe in me.

I’m willing to go on but not alone, not now.
I’m so aware of everything.

K’s Choice (from “Cocoon Crash“)

Black Rose Road – Sweet Little Bitch

I’ve met a girl, she’s the queen of the dump.
With just a smile she can turn on a man.

It’s not too hard to take her into your bed,
but when you realise, she’s inside of your head.

Wanted you to be
Laying next to me..

If evil has a body, must be yours.

When a discreet smile becomes a cruel laughter
you feel the game begins to scare.

Black Rose Road (from their myspace)

school food punishment – Kemuri ni shiro

Un momento dura sólo un instante,
es bastante deprimente.
No puedo guardar bajo llave todo lo que he visto.

Espero por un momento que merezca aparecer
y corro con estas extremidades que un día fallaron.

Esa mañana en la que estuve distraída
bebí sin parar, sin pensarlo.
Sabía que nada podría volver ya.

Me enredo cuando pienso,
el cielo no tiene color.

School food punishment (from “air feel, color swing”)

Utada Hikaru – Animato

I need someone who’s true
Someone who does the laundry too.
So what you gonna do
Please don’t forget to follow-through
I take my diamond shoes
someone who tries to be on time
Do what you said you’ll do
I hope you like to follow-through

DVD’s of Elvis Presley
BBC Sessions of Led Zeppelin
Singing along to F. Mercury
Wishing he was still performing

Singing along to F. Mercury..

Utada Hikaru (from “EXODUS“)

Utada Hikaru – Me muero

Now and then I’m suicidal,
flirting with a new temptation.
Happiness inside a bottle
is what I need today.

Oh my lover’s gone away, gone to Istanbul.
Light as a feather.
I lie in my bed and flip through TV channels
eating Godiva.
I’m smoking my days away reading old e-mails
in my old pajamas.

What a day, me muero, muero, muero..

Utada Hikaru (from “This is the One“)

Anna Tsuchiya – Kuroi namida

¿Qué debo hacer para poder vivir
como soy, sin disfrazarme?
No puedo ni creer en mí, ¿en qué debo creer?
La respuesta está tan cerca que no puedo verla.

Por la noche me cansé de llorar
y dibujé mi rostro, pero no era mi rostro.
Debo poner una sonrisa en él ya
y dejar de esconder mis debilidades.

¿Acaso es lo más difícil del mundo
el vivir sin tener que disfrazarnos?
Si pudiera tener algo de ti, sería algo intangible.
No quiero cosas que se puedan romper.

Anna Tsuchiya (from “kuroi namida [ANNA TSUCHIYA inspi' NANA (BLACK STONES)]“”)

Breaking Benjamin – Diary of Jane

If I had to
I would put myself right beside you
So let me ask
Would you like that?
Would you like that?

No.

Something’s getting in the way
Something’s just about to break
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane
So tell me how it should be

Desperate, I will crawl
Waiting for so long
No love, there is no love
Die for anyone
What have I become

Breaking Benjamin (from “Phobia“)

Utada Hikaru – Letters

Camino por la arena caliente,
voy adonde las malas noticias no me encuentren.
Si el sol sale, incluso sin que estés aquí,
un nuevo día empezará.

Siempre quedarán cartas
dejadas en la orilla.
La ventana sigue aún decorada
con tus cartas.

Quiero oir tu voz
en mis sueños o en mi teléfono
No se te daban bien las palabras,
así que en lugar de eso me dejabas mensajes.

Utada Hikaru (from “DEEP RIVER“)

Najwa Nimri – Me tiene que doler

Vulgar y triste secreto
que ya no puedo contar.
Perdido el conocimiento
sólo me queda cantar.

La voz derá de otro,
me tiene que doler.

El viento pasa,
enreda mis entrañas.
Tengo marfil por costillas.
En la garganta, arañas.

Najwa Nimri (from “El último primate“)