30 de septiembre de 1955

"Vive rápido, muere joven y deja un bonito cadáver."

(Des)chapuzón

La técnica reverse aplicada a un chapuzón veraniego en la piscina. Creo que lo usaré para mi próximo vídeo, que aquí adelato, se llamará Alex Brown & The Mineralex. Pero también creo que ya no puedo grabarlo... que empieza a hacer demasiado frío como para bañarse...

Canción: Na Na Na - My Chemical Romance

216.

Gracias a Bertorella.

707.

Danger Days

Look alive, sunshine

109 in the sky but the pigs won’t quit

You’re here with me

Dr. Death Defying

I’ll be your surgeon, your proctor, your helicopter

Pumpin’ up the slaughtermatic sounds to keep you live

A system failure for the masses

Anti-matter for the master plan

Louder than god’s revolver and twice as shiny

This ones for all you rock and rollers

All you crash queens and motor babies

Listen up!

The future is bulletproof

The aftermath is secondary

It’s time to do it now, and do it loud

Killjoys, make some noise!

Drugs,

Gimme drugs,

Gimme drugs,

I don't need 'em,

But I'll sell what you got,

Take the cash,

And I'll keep it,

Eight legs to the wall,

Hit the gas,

Kill 'em all,

And we crawl,

And we crawl,

And we crawl,

You be my detonator.

Love,

Gimme love,

Gimme love,

I don't need it,

But I'll take what I want,

From your heart,

And I'll keep it in a bag,

In a box,

Put an X on the floor,

Gimme more,

Gimme more,

Gimme more,

Shut up and sing it with me.

(Na Na Na Na Na Na Na.)

For my security,

To every enemy,

We're on their property,

Standing in a V formation.

(Na Na Na Na Na Na Na.)

A swollen artery,

Plastic surgery,

Keep your apology,

Give us more detonation.

More! Gimme more! Gimme more!

Oh, let me tell ya 'bout the sad man,

Shut up and let me see your jazz hands.

Remember when you were a madman,

Thought you was Batman,

Hit the party with a gas can,

Kiss me you animal.

(Na Na Na Na Na Na Na.)

To run the company,

To fucking Kennedy,

I think we'd rather be,

Burning your information.

A swollen artery,

Plastic surgery,

Keep your apology,

Give us more detonation.

And right here,

Right now,

All the way in Battery City,

Little children,

Raise their open filthy palms,

Like tiny daggers up to heaven,

And all the juvi halls,

And vermin rats,

And the angles,

Made from neon and fucking garbage,

Scream out "What will save us?"

And the sky opened up.

Everybody wants to change the World,

Everybody wants to change the World,

But no one,

No one wants to die.

Wanna try, wanna try, wanna try,

Wanna try, wanna try, yeah,

I'll be your detonator.

(Na Na Na Na Na Na Na.)

Make no apology,

And step the fuck away,

On my authority,

Crash and burn,

Young and loaded.

Drop like a bullet shell,

Just like a sleeper cell,

I'd rather go to Hell,

Than be in a purgatory,

Cut my hair,

Gag and bore me,

Pull this pin,

Let this world explode.

Retro-Trailer Nº011: Cry Baby (El Lágrima)

Cry Baby (John Waters, 1990):

"Por eso en memoria de mis padres cada día debo hacer una cosa mala, y lloro por ello, pero no lloro mucho. Solo una lágrima salada, es todo lo que pueden sacarle al Lágrima".

10 retos en 10 días

Me propuse hacer 10 cosas de mi "Lista de cosas que hacer antes de morir" durante las fiestas de la Vírgen de San Lorenzo de Valladolid.

Hete aquí los 10 estúpidos retos, sin cortes ni publicidad. ¡Disfruten!