All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy

lunes, abril 25, 2005


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COLORES AC

Negro como el fín de tus deseos
que reducen poco a poco el tiempo...muerto
Blanco como quedará la nada
que construye tus cimientos que se doblan.

Azul como el sol en tu mirada
como luce la noche más cerrada.
Rojo como blancos son los besos
que me mandas desde lejos.

Contigo siempre hay tiempo perdido
contigo tanto tiempo perdido...y me olvido.

Verde como espero que se mueran
todas esas cosas buenas que recuerdo.
Verde como estabas aquel día,
cuando todo funcionaba y tú...no querías.

Las cosas que tengo no tienen precio
las cosas que siento no tienen precio...ni desprecio.

lunes, abril 11, 2005

F1TT3R H4PP13R

more productive

comfortable not drinking too much

regular exercise at the gym (3 days a week)

getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries

at ease

eating well (no more microwave dinners and saturated fats)

a patient better driver

a safer car (baby smiling in back seat)

sleeping well (no bad dreams)

no paranoia

careful to all animals (never washing spiders down the plughole)

keep in contact with old friends (enjoy a drink now and then)

will frequently check credit at (moral) bank (hole in wall)

favours for favours

fond but not in love

charity standing orders

on sundays ring road supermarket (no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants)

car wash (also on sundays)

no longer afraid of the dark

or midday shadows

nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate

nothing so childish

at a better pace

slower and more calculated

no chance of escape

now self-employed

concerned (but powerless)

an empowered and informed member of society (pragmatism not idealism)

will not cry in public

less chance of illness

tires that grip in the wet (shot of baby strapped in back seat)

a good memory

still cries at a good film

still kisses with saliva

no longer empty and frantic

like a cat

tied to a stick

that's driven into

frozen winter shit (the ability to laugh at weakness)

calm

fitter, healthier and more productive

a pig

in a cage

on antibiotics

viernes, abril 08, 2005

Femme Fatale




"On a clear night in March at ten pm sharp a crowd of one hundred people, all dressed in black tie attire, came to the Galerie International d'Art Contemporain in Paris. The event was the first conceptual piece to be shown at this gallery by their new artist Mr. Yves Klein. The gallery was one of the finest in Paris.
Mr. Klein in a black dinner jacket proceeded to conduct a ten piece orchestra in his personal composition of The Monotone Symphony, which he had written in 1949. This symphony consisted of one note."

Femme Fatale nació en el verano de 2004, con la intención de arreglar el panorama musical español. Dado que la cosa ya ha empezado a mejorar sola, Femme Fatale únicamente pretende homenajear a las grandes bandas de Rock (Radiohead, Smashing Pumpkins, R.E.M, Stones...)

Femme Fatale somos:
  • Gabi Tyler: voz, guitarra
  • Señor Salme: voz, guitarra
  • Pedro Finch: bajo
  • Fran D: guitarra
  • Qip: Ordenador
  • Paco La: Batería