Canciones bonitas para hacerse arrumacos.

[Virginia]

http://www.youtube.com/v/p-TGf7JH_1g&hl=en










¿ Hay peces en el sol?
- Sí­, pero están fritos.

[Tejemaneje]

Estas canciones no se pueden tocar sin barba.

Bon Iver-Flume

[Oddball]

http://www.youtube.com/v/p-TGf7JH_1g&hl=en


No si, no es que no sea bonita, no.

Pero que se te deben dormir a chorros, tronca.










¿ Hay peces en el sol?
- Sí­, pero están fritos.

[Virginia]

Llevo TODO EL DíA escuchando a este tipo, Odie.
Y, bueno, sí­, un cierto sopor...
Ah, pero no, bonito es follar.
Y esto es otra cosa.

Aquí­, otra -que tiene su gracia, cuando hablas el perfecto inglés que hablo yo ahora, al trasponer el comienzo al español:

Un hombre con un gran dolor en su pecho, cantando

Abraza a los clásicos en momentos como éste, Tejemaneje: No Chillan.

[Oddball]

http://www.youtube.com/v/bjFRLOktHXo

Genious

[Tejemaneje]

Qué bonita es esta, coño. Con caracolillos y todo el ví­deo.

Micah P. Hinson-Beneath the Rose

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_0xaPs3dCE&feature=related

[Gorbea]

just once JAMES INGRAM

[Cretini]

Seguimos con el monotema.

[Nicotin]

Yo es que no soy muy de que me hagan arrumacos.



Steve Marriott es LA VOZ!!!

[Recolectando]

See you later.

[Benito Mussolini]

[belzebu]

Sonido talludito. Bread, If.

http://www.youtube.com/v/0hSydUKfG5U

[belzebu]

Perry Como in person, It's Impossible.

http://www.youtube.com/v/n03QgP2iK2U

[antibalas]

she don't like her eggs all runny
she thinks crossing her legs is funny
she looks down her nose at money
she gets it on like the easter bunny
she's my baby I'm her honey
never gonna let her go

well, he ain't got laid in a month of sundays
I caught him once and he was sniffing my undies
he ain't real sharp but he gets things done
drinks his beer like it's oxygen
but he's my baby
and I'm his honey
never gonna let him go

in spite of ourselves
we'll end up a-sitting on a rainbow
against all odds
honey, we're the big door prize
we're gonna [¿qué?] our noses
right off of our faces
there won't be nothing but big old hearts
dancing in our eyes.

she thinks all my jokes are corny
convict movies make her horny
she likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs
swears like a sailor when she shaves her legs
she takes a licking
and keeps on ticking
I'm never gonna let her go

well, he's got more balls than a big brass monkey
he's a whacked-out weirdo and a love bug junkie
sly as a fox, crazy as a loon
payday comes and he's a-howling at the moon
but he's my baby I don't mean maybe
I'm never gonna let him go

in spite of ourselves
we'll end up a-sitting on a rainbow
against all odds
honey, we're the big door prize
we're gonna [¿¿] our noses
right off of our faces
there won't be nothing but big old hearts
dancing in our eyes
there won't be nothing but big old hearts
dancing in our eyes

[Oddball]

she don't like her eggs all runny
she thinks crossing her legs is funny
she looks down her nose at money
she gets it on like the easter bunny
she's my baby I'm her honey
never gonna let her go

well, he ain't got laid in a month of sundays
I caught him once and he was sniffing my undies
he ain't real sharp but he gets things done
drinks his beer like it's oxygen
but he's my baby
and I'm his honey
never gonna let him go

in spite of ourselves
we'll end up a-sitting on a rainbow
against all odds
honey, we're the big door prize
we're gonna [¿qué?] our noses
right off of our faces
there won't be nothing but big old hearts
dancing in our eyes.

she thinks all my jokes are corny
convict movies make her horny
she likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs
swears like a sailor when she shaves her legs
she takes a licking
and keeps on ticking
I'm never gonna let her go

well, he's got more balls than a big brass monkey
he's a whacked-out weirdo and a love bug junkie
sly as a fox, crazy as a loon
payday comes and he's a-howling at the moon
but he's my baby I don't mean maybe
I'm never gonna let him go

in spite of ourselves
we'll end up a-sitting on a rainbow
against all odds
honey, we're the big door prize
we're gonna [¿¿] our noses
right off of our faces
there won't be nothing but big old hearts
dancing in our eyes
there won't be nothing but big old hearts
dancing in our eyes

Y pese a todo es hermosa, sí­.