*.·´¯`·.*MARIPOSA PONTIAC®*.·´¯`·.*

Mauge, tengo algo que criticarte, y me cuesta, sabelo que me cuesta criticarte... pero es simple una fender stracostater jamás puede ser destrozada sin antes entonar el sentimiento en ellas, sin antes escuchar cada nota de un voodoo child(HNDV[himno nacional de los violeros]), las bombas de vietnam en un Star Spangled Banner(himno yanki), la psicodelia de un Purple Haze, la tristeza bluesera de un The Wind Cries Mary, el rockandroll de chuck berry con Johny B Goode, la pasión de un Fire y para terminar, la sangre un de Hey Joe, para asi si, poder llamar a que con todo el amor del mundo, esa guitarra pase a mejor vida



"cuando rompí mi guitarra fue como un sacrificio, porque uno sacrifica lo que más ama" (Jimi Hendrix)

Te adoro sabés? Y quiero verte y hacerte sentir bien, y estar ahi con vos, saber que en ese momento en el mudno no existe otra cosa que vos y yo, dale que si?







Zequi

Por eso justamente aclaré que eran cosas muy difíciles de realizar.

¿Cómo destruir lo que se ama?

Al destruir lo que amamos nos sacrificamos a nosotros mismos, porque cuando algo que uno ama muere también muere algo en nuestro interior.

Quise postear anoche pero no me dejó porque aparentemente habia colapsado fotolog.com. Emmm...bueno si, me zarpé con la definición pero no se me ocurre otra cosa en este momento. Estoy de entretiempo así que tengo que ser rápido.

Voy a jugar el juego que propusiste, díficil por cierto la consigna: canciones que hablen de zapatos o botas, calzado en general digamos.

Tenía miedo que alguien posteara la más famasa antes que yo. La del rey claro, zapatos de gamuza azul. Tuve suerte. La dejo en otro post porque sino no va a entrar.

brai

ELVIS PRESLEY - BLUE SUEDE SHOES


Well, its one for the money,
Two for the show,
Three to get ready,
Now go, cat, go.

But dont you step on my blue suede shoes.
You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes.

Well, you can knock me down,
Step in my face,
Slander my name
All over the place.

Do anything that you want to do, but uh-uh,
Honey, lay off of my shoes
Dont you step on my blue suede shoes.
You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes.

You can burn my house,
Steal my car,
Drink my liquor
From an old fruitjar.

Do anything that you want to do, but uh-uh,
Honey, lay off of my shoes
Dont you step on my blue suede shoes.
You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes.

Yo juego también. No sé de quien es la versión original yo esta la escuché por Jessica Simpson.



THESE BOOTS ARE MADE FOR WALKING


Are you ready boots?
Start walkin
Yee haw
C'mon
Let's go

You keep saying you got something for me (uh)
Well officer I don't mind to say you do
Now your looking right where I thought you'd be looking
Legs come here when laws in front of you

These boots are made for walkin
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

You believe you've stopped me for a reason (uh)
Now I'm pretending my bendings just for fun
You keep playing where I got you playing (yeah)
These double - D's and this is where to fly

These boots are made for walkin
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

I'm the girl with the good boys who don't mean you no harm
This gotten way with hazard county charm
The aint no crime in havin' a little fun

Sweat my stride
Bat my sexy eyes
Where my boots at (haha)
Strut ya stuff come on

Hey ya'll
Wanna come and see something (uh uh, uh uh)
Can't touch, can I get a hand clap for the way I work my back
Tick tock all around the clock drop it
Push ya tush, like that
Can I get a sueee
Can I get a yee haw

You keep thinking what you shouldn't be thinking
Another to far is down till you kissing ground
I'm a gonna send you back home as you crying
But Uncle Jesse he sure is gonna be proud


These boots are made for walkin
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

These boots are made for walkin
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you


Come on boots
Start walking
Come on ladies

Hey ya'll
Wanna come and see something (uh uh, uh uh)
Can't touch, can I get a hand clap for the way I work my back
Tick tock all around the clock drop it
Push ya tush, like that
Can I get a sueee
Can I get a yee haw

Come on Willie (ohh yeah, owww)
Yeee haw
Willie Nelson everybody (uh)
Let's go home now

ºoO DoNNiTa! Ooº

Juego con Depeche Mode.

WALKING IN MY SHOES

I would tell you about the things
They put me through
The pain I've been subjected to
But the Lord himself would blush
The countless feasts laid at my feet
Forbidden fruits for me to eat
But I think your pulse would start to rush

Now I'm not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes

Morality would frown upon
Decency look down upon
The scapegoat fate's made of me
But I promise now, my judge and jurors
My intentions couldn't have been purer
My case is easy to see

I'm not looking for a clearer conscience
Peace of mind after what I've been through
And before we talk of any repentance
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

Now I'm not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes

You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

Hola shoe lover!

Qué bella foto!! Tiene que estar en mi fotolog de fotos glamorosas! Aprovecho la ocasión para agradecerte públicamente por todas las que aportás para la colección, NUESTRA COLECCION DE FOTOS GLAMOROSAS.

Encontré otra canción de zapatos, de Shania Twain. Dice que los hombres son como los zapatos. Será cierto???

S H O E S

Men: have you ever tried to figure them out?
Huh, me too, but I ain't got no clue: how 'bout you?
Men are like shoes, made to confuse.
Yeah, there's so many of 'em,
I don't know which ones to choose. (Yeah, yeah, yeah.)
Ah, sing it to me if you agree. (Yeah, yeah, yeah.)

There's the kind made for runnin',
The sneakers and the low down heels. (Whoa!)
The kind that will keep you on your toes,
And every girl knows how that feels. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh.)
Ouch, ah, sing it with me. (Yeah, yeah, yeah.)

You've got your kickers an' your ropers,
Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never find.
You've got slippers an' your zippers,
Your grabbers and your grippers, an' man, don't you hate that kind?
Some you wear in, an' some you wear out,
Some you wanna leave behind. (Some you wanna leave behind.)
Sometimes you hate 'em, an' sometimes you love 'em,
I guess it all depends on which way you rub 'em,
But a girl can never have too many of 'em.
It's amazing what a little polish'll do:
Men are like shoes.

Some make you feel ten feet tall, (Tall.)
Some make you feel so small. (So small.)
An' some you wanna leave out in the hall,
Or make you feel like kickin' the wall. (Yeah, yeah, yeah.)
Ah, sing it with me, girls, ooh! (Yeah, yeah, yeah.)

You've got your kickers an' your ropers,
Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never find.
You've got slippers an' your zippers,
Your grabbers and your grippers, an' man, don't you hate that kind?
Some you wear in, an' some you wear out,
Some you wanna leave behind. (Some you wanna leave behind.)
Sometimes you hate 'em, an' sometimes you love 'em,
I guess it all depends on which way you rub 'em,
But a girl can never have too many of 'em.
Some can polish up pretty good:
Ah, men are like shoes.

It's amazing what a little polish will do,
Some clean up good, just like new.
Some you can't afford, some are real cheap.
Some are good for bummin' around on the beach.

(You've got your kickers and your ropers,)
(Your everyday loafers,)
Yeah, some that you can never find.
(You've got your slippers and your zippers,)
(Your grabbers an' your grippers.)
And man, don't ya hate that kind?

You've got your kickers an' your ropers,
Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never find.
You've got slippers an' your zippers,
Your grabbers and your grippers, an' man, don't you hate that kind?
Some you wear in, an' some you wear out,
Some you wanna leave behind. (Some you wanna leave behind.)
Sometimes you hate 'em, sometimes you love 'em,
I guess it all depends on which way you rub 'em,
But a girl can never have too many of 'em.
I ain't got time for the flip-flop kind...
Men are like shoes.

ºoO DoNNiTa! Ooº

I know a song with the word shoes! It's Dido's Sand In My Shoes and it goes like this:

Two weeks away it feels like the world should've changed
But I'm home now
And things still look the same
I think I'll leave it to tomorrow till unpack
Try to forget for one more night
That I'm back in my flat on the road
Where the cars never stop going through the night
To real life where I can't watch sunset
I don't have time
I don't have time

I've still got sand in my shoes
And I can't shake the thought of you
I shake it all, forget you
Why, why would I want to
I know we said goodbye
Anything else would've been confused but I wanna see you again

Tomorrow's back to work down to sanitation
should've run back ?? before I left here
Try to Mama show her that I was happy here
Before I knew that I could get on the plane and fly away
From the road where the cars never stop going through the night
To real life where I can't watch sunset
And take my time
Take up our time

I wanna see you again
Two weeks away, all it takes to change in time around by falling
I walked away and never said that I wanted to see again

I wanna see you again
I wanna see you again

XOXO
_Little Sarah_

Esta es la canción justa para vos, porque si vos fueras un zapato serías un zapato rojo de taco altísimo y calidad suprema. Además la viene cantando Kate Bush desde Inglaterra.

The Red Shoes

Oh she move like the Diva do
I said 'I'd love to dance like you.'
She said 'just take off my red shoes
Put them on and your dream'll come true
With no words, with no song
You can dance the dream with your body on
And this curve, is your smile
And this cross, is your heart
And this line, is your path

Oh it's gonna be the way you always thought it would be
But it's gonna be no illusion
Oh it's gonna be the way you always dreamt about it
But it's gonna be really happening to ya
Really happening to ya
Really happening to ya'

Oh the minute I put them on
I knew I had done something wrong
All her gifts for the dance had gone
It's the red shoes, they can't stop dancing, dancing
And this curve, is your smile
And this cross, is your heart
And this line, is your path

'Oh it's gonna be the way you always thought it would be
But it's gonna be no illusion
Oh it's gonna be the way you always dreamt about it
But it's gonna be really happening to ya'

She gotta dance, she gotta dance
And she can't stop 'till them shoes come off
These shoes do, a kind of voodoo
They're gonna make her dance 'till her legs fall off

Feel your hair come tumbling down
Feel your feet start kissing the ground
Feel your arms are opening out
And see your eyes are lifted to God
With no words, with no song
I'm gonna dance the dream
And make the dream come true
I'm gonna dance the dream
And make the dream come true

She gotta dance, she gotta dance
And she can't stop 'till them shoes come off
These shoes do, a kind of voodoo
They're gonna make her dance 'till her legs fall off
Call a doctor, call a priest
They're gonna whip her up like a helicopter

Really happening to ya
Really happening to ya

You gotta dance....

Saludos,

Z

A Bordo De Mis Zapatos

Caminé todas las calles
de Buenos Aires, y es cierto,
a bordo de mis zapatos
que siempre llegan a viejo.

Nací en Palermo hace mucho,
amé y a veces me amaron,
a bordo de mis zapatos
voy o no voy pero avanzo.

Dos desencuentros o más
no del todo me curtieron,
por eso lloran a veces
mis lágrimas del silencio.

Aunque una luz al instante
cambia el paisaje de veras,
a bordo de mis zapatos
sigo gastando las suelas.

Ya encanecidas mis sienes
pero el verano en mis sueños,
a bordo de mis zapatos
cruzo la vida y la quiero.

Milonga
Música: César Isella
Letra: Eugenio Majul


"A Tango a day keeps the doctor away"

Diamantes en las Suelas de sus Zapatos
(Simon & Garfunkel)

(a-wa) o kodwa u zo-nge li-sa namhlange
(a-wa a-wa) si-bona kwenze ka kanjani
(a-wa a-wa) amanto mbazane ayeza

She’s a rich girl
She don’t try to hide it
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes

He’s a poor boy
Empty as a pocket
Empty as a pocket with nothing to lose
Sing ta na na
Ta na na na
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes

People say she’s crazy
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Well that’s one way to lose these
Walking blues
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes

She was physically forgotten
Then she slipped into my pocket
With my car keys
She said you’ve taken me for granted
Because I please you
Wearing these diamonds

And I could say oo oo oo
As if everybody knows
What I’m talking about
As if everybody would know
Exactly what I was talking about
Talking about diamonds on the soles of her shoes

She makes the sign of a teaspoon
He makes the sign of a wave
The poor boy changes clothes
And puts on after-shave
To compensate for his ordinary shoes

And she said honey take me dancing
But they ended up by sleeping
In a doorway
By the bodegas and the lights on
Upper broadway
Wearing diamonds on the soles of their shoes

And I could say oo oo oo
As if everybody here would know
What I was talking about
I mean everybody here would know exactly
What I was talking about
Talking about diamonds

People say I’m crazy
I got diamonds on the soles of my shoes
Well that’s one way to lose
These walking blues
Diamonds on the soles of your shoes

Besitos,
Polina

ohhhhhh! Qué bella pic! Me parece que me comentaste una vez que te gustaban los zapatos, no? jajajaj

Yo juego también, con una del gran Elton John, infaltable.

WHO WEARS THESE SHOES

There's a light on in your window
There's a shadow on the street
Two silhouettes tell me it's over
The shadow knows the shadow's me

I won't crawl or cause you trouble
Well that's the last thing I'll ever do
But before I leave your life completely
Tell me who wears these shoes, darling

Lord knows the days just get longer
The nights grow cold with you on my mind
And I feel like an old jukebox
Playing the same song all the time

If these crazy dreams don't kill me
It's more than I can take from you
Not knowing where or when I'll see you
Not knowing darling who wears these shoes

My friends all say don't got to pieces
I say that's fine but if I lose
I want to know who's in my foot steps
I want to know who wears these shoes

My friends all think I must be crazy
I see the facts but if it's true
I want to know who's in my footsteps
I want to know who wears these shoes, darling

Oh and it's a chilling feeling
When I can't see him
What do I do
When I face the two of you

Besos

TOY!

Kelly - Shoes

Shoes.
Shoes.
Shoes.
Oh my God.
Shoes.
Let's get some shoes.
Let's get some shoes.
Let's get some shoes.
Let's get some shoes.
Shoes.
Shoes.
Shoes.
Oh, my God, shoes.
Shoes.
These shoes rule.
These shoes suck.
These shoes rule.
These shoes suck!
Shoes.
Shoes.
Shoes.
Oh, my God, shoes.
These shoes rule.
These shoes suck.
These shoes suck.
These shoes suck!
I think you have too many shoes.
Shut up!
I think you have too many shoes.
Shut up!
I think you have too many shoes.
Shut up!
I think you have too many shoes.
Shut up!
Stupid boy.
Stupid boy.
Let's get some shoes.
Let's party.
These shoes are three hundred dollars.
These shoes are three hundred dollars.
These shoes are three hundred fucking dollars.
Let's get 'em!
Um...this style runs small. I don't think you're gonna fit.
I mean, your feet are kinda big.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, by the way bitch,
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU

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