"Nunca me faltes" en heavy metal cantada por un noruego.

Eso.

The burden of being wonderful - Steel Panther

Why in a world of ugly faces
should I, be allowed to be so hot
So many people without talent
yet I was born with all the magical gifts I got

The perfect body, the perfect face
it’s like god’s best work all in one place
But the haters hate perfection
Can’t you see

It’s a burden being wonderful like me

How in a world that’s so imperfect
did I wind up with so much cool
Friends never stick around too long
they never feel like they belong
next to me they feel like a fool

I’ve got the grace of a dancer, a golden voice
people seem to hate me like I had a choice
Being this blessed is a lonely way to be

It’s a burden being wonderful like me

Like me

So you say you wanna hang around
don’t ever ask me to turn it down
I’m a diamond I’m gonna shine
compared to everyone else
I’m like a whole damn diamond mine

Oh yeah

I’m just a Maserati in a world of Kias
‘genius’ wouldn’t describe any of my ideas
If I was born in 1453 Leonardo Da Vinci would be jealous of me
but a world of stevie wonders would never see

It's a burden being wonderful like me.

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¿Por qué en un mundo de caras feas
se me permite estar tan bueno?
Tanta gente sin talento
Y yo nací con todos los regalos mágicos que tengo.

El cuerpo perfecto, la cara perfecta
es el mejor trabajo de Dios en un solo lugar.
Pero los que odian, odian la perfección,
¿Ves?

Es una carga ser maravilloso como yo.

¿Cómo en un mundo que es tan imperfecto
terminé yo con tanta genialidad?
Los amigos nunca se quedan mucho
Nunca sienten que pertenecen
junto a mí se sienten tontos.

Tengo la gracia de un bailarín, una voz de oro
La gente parece odiarme como si tuviera opción.
Ser tan bendecido es muy solitario.

Es una carga ser maravilloso como yo.

Como yo

Entonces decís que querés andar conmigo
No me pidas que me calme
Soy un diamante, voy a brillar
comparado con los demás
soy una mina de diamantes entera

Oh, sí.
Soy solo un Maserati en un mundo de Kias
"Genio" no describiría ninguna de mis ideas
Si hubiera nacido en 1453, Leonardo Da Vinci estaría celoso de mí
Pero un mundo de Steve Wonders nunca vería

que es una carga ser maravilloso como yo.

Camper Van Beethoven "Take The Skinheads Bowling"

Todos los días me despierto y le rezo a Jah
Y Él reduce el número de relojes en exactamente uno.
Todos vienen a almorzar a casa estos días.
Anoche había skinheads en mi patio.

Llevá a los skinheads al bowling,
llevalos al bowling.
Llevá a los skinheads al bowling,
llevalos al bowling.

Algunos dicen que los bowlings tienen líneas grandes.
Algunos dicen que todos los bowlings se ven iguales.
Acá no hay una línea que rime con nada.
Tuve un sueño anoche, pero me olvidé qué era.

Llevá a los skinheads al bowling,
llevalos al bowling.
Llevá a los skinheads al bowling,
llevalos al bowling.

Tuve un sueño anoche acerca de vos, mi amigo.
Tuve un sueño, quería dormir junto a plástico
Tuve un sueño, quería lamer tus rodillas
Tuve un sueño, no era sobre nada.

Llevá a los skinheads al bowling,
llevalos al bowling.
Llevá a los skinheads al bowling,
llevalos al bowling.

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Everyday I get up and pray to Jah
And he increases the number of clocks by exactly one
Everybody's coming home for lunch these days
Last night there were skinheads on my lawn

[Chorus:]
Take the skinheads bowling, take them bowling.
Take the skinheads bowling, take them bowling.
Some people say that bowling alleys have big lanes (have big lanes x2)
Some people say that bowling alleys all look the same (all the same x2)
There's not a line that goes here that rhymes with same (anything x2)
Had a dream last night but I forgot what it was about (what it was x2)

[Chorus:]

Had a dream last night about you my friend
Had a dream I wanted to sleep next to plastic
Had a dream I wanted to lick your knees
Had a dream it was about nothing

(Chorus 2x)

(Letra original sacada de acá)

Connie Watson - Trevor Moore

(sepan disculpar que el video está grabado con una licuadora)

Connie Watson

Connie Watson
es la mejor amiga de mi mamá.
Tiene 62 años
y le encanta Land's End.

Su pelo es corto
y siempre se ve húmedo.
Es recepcionesta
del veterinario del pueblo.

Y cada vez que estoy en casa se pasa todo el día contándome historias.
Dice que su vida es loca y que debería ponerla en una canción.

Connie, Connie,
Connie Watson
Acá va.
Esta es una canción para vos.
Por tus historias locas y tus anécdotas
¡Jura que todo esto es verdad!

Una vez Connie
Fue a TGI Friday's
Con un montón de señoras
¡de la iglesia!

Pensaron que el mozo era lindo
porque se parecía a Matt Lauter de joven.
Y cuando él se acercó
el cartelito con su nombre decía Matt.

Connie, Connie,
Connie Watson
Señora desaliñada, un misterio y eso.
Las cosas más locas solamente parecen pasarle a ella.
No podés inventar esto.

Un tipo en Kroger
pensó que Connie era su esposa
Pero ella se dio vuelta...
... Él estaba equivocado.

Pero no puedo hacerle justicia.
No debo estar contando bien la historia.
Porque cuando Connie lo hace
dura cuarenta y cinco minutos.

Connie, Connie
Connie Watson
¿Te gusta tu estúpida canción?
¿Es todo lo que pensaste que sería?
¡Canten conmigo!

Connie
Creo que tenés un desorden de aprendizaje no verbal
porque claramente tenés problemas interpretando las señales sociales de las personas

Connie
Si alguien no te respondió en veinte minutos
Y no miran su teléfono
Significa que no quieren hablarte

Connie
Creo que tenés un desorden de aprendizaje no verbal
porque claramente tenés problemas interpretando las señales sociales de las personas

Connie
Si alguien no te respondió en veinte minutos
Y no miran su teléfono
Significa que no quieren hablarte

¿Connie dónde estás esta noche?
¿Estás en Panera Bread?
¿Connie dónde estás esta noche?
¿Estás en Panera Bread?

Tiene una remera
de gatos desenrollando un rollo de papel higiénico
en el baño
y dice "Dejá que pasen los buenos tiempos".

Tiene una remera
de gatos desenrollando un rollo de papel higiénico
en el baño
y dice "Dejá que pasen los buenos tiempos".

Tiene una remera
de gatos desenrollando un rollo de papel higiénico
en el baño
y dice "Dejá que pasen los buenos tiempos".

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Connie Watson
Is my mom's best friend
She's sixty-two
And she loves Land's End.

Her hair is short
And always looks wet.
She works reception
For the local vet.

And everytime I'm home she tells me stories all day long.
She says her life is crazy and I should put her in a song.

Connie, Connie
Connie Watson
Here you go.
This is a song for you.
For your crazy tales and anecdotes.
She swears all this is true!

One time Connie
Went to TGI Friday's
With a bunch of ladies
From church!

They thought the waiter was cute
Because he looked like a young Matt Lauer
And when he came over
His name tag said Matt

Connie, Connie
Connie Watson
Frumpy lady, a mystery and such
The craziest things just seem to happen to her
You can't make this stuff up

A guy at Kroger
Once thought that Connie was his wife
But when she turned around
He was wrong.

But I can't do it justice.
I must not be telling the story right.
Because when Connie does
It's forty-five minutes long.

Connie, Connie
Connie Watson
How do you like your stupid song?
Is it everything that you thought it would be?
Everybody sing along!

Connie
I think you might have a non-verbal learning disorder.
Because you clearly have trouble interpreting people's social cues.

Connie
If someone hasnt responded in 20 minutes.
Then they won't look up from their phone
That means they don't want to talk to you.

Connie
I think you might have a non-verbal learning disorder.
Because you clearly have trouble interpreting people's social cues.

Connie
If someone hasnt responded in 20 minutes.
Then they won't look up from their phone
That means they don't want to talk to you.

Connie where you at tonight?
Are you at Panera Bread?
Connie where you at tonight?
Are you at Panera Bread?

She's got a sweatshirt
Of cats unrolling a roll of toilet paper.
In the bathroom
And it says "Let the good times roll."

She's got a sweatshirt
Of cats unrolling a roll of toilet paper.
In the bathroom
And it says "Let the good times roll."

She's got a sweatshirt
Of cats unrolling a roll of toilet paper.
In the bathroom
And it says "Let the good times roll."

(Letra de Lyrictabs)

Magnets and Marbles !

Music : Kontinuum - First Rain [NCS Release] : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SKI1P...Hey ! After 3 domino videos, Marbomino is back ;)In this project, I use those little magnets that can be used to make cubes and others geometric figures, I think the name is "Neocube".It's really impressive how ma

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QQ9gs-5lRKc&feature=youtu.be

Enormous Penis - Singing Eye Dogs

Enormous Penis originally by the acappella quartet, Da Vinci's notebook. Performed here by NYU's only active barbershop quartet, the Singing Eye Dogs in Fall '07.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ithc4EzXkdk

Thanks, Lemon (Hank Green)

Good morning, John. I'm not going to say I'm a bad writer, I think I'm a pretty good writer, but I will say that I generally write my best stuff when I'm not doing what people consider, "writing." I'm not that interested in metaphor, or lyricism, or beautiful language, at least not for their own sakes. I don't tend to think about how words sound beyond rhythm, I mostly strive to say the most with the least number of words and to communicate complicated things as simply as possible. And usually that serves me very well, but sometimes there are just things that can't be said that way which often leaves me unable to communicate effectively the things that I feel are most important. My dog died. She got Cancer. Osteosarcoma, which is very common in Greyhounds. Nobody knows why. It almost always metastasizes immediately to the lungs and the only treatment is amputation which is painful and short-term. Many dog owners choose to simply manage the pain, which is what we did. And now, I'm very sad. I'm sad in a weird way where I will forget why I'm sad while still being sad, and I will think, "why am I so sad?" and then I will remember and feel guilty for having forgotten. I'm sad in a way where sometimes I won't even have thoughts. I will only have sadness, and my mind will interject and ask, "why am I crying?" and there will be no reason. Just the crying. I don't pretend to have known the mind of my dog. I will never understand how she thought of me or how she understood her own life. Really, all I can know of my dog is the effect that she had on me, and that I suppose — somewhat selfishly — is maybe the important thing? Lemon was a dog, and she was my dog, and she was special, and valuable, and amazing; but also not any of those things. In every way she was just another dog. She wasn't a treasure, but she was my treasure. We all get so caught up in living in such a big world with oversized people making their mark, and maybe we think that in order to be valuable we have to be like that. Even if the mark we make is made of dirt, ugly and easily wiped away, we should be making a mark as well. But, look, Lemon was a dog, just another dog, lots of people liked her. But she was just a dog. But dammit if I didn't think she was important, dammit if she hasn't left a hole in my heart. Nothing matters but to each other, and Lemon mattered to me. People always asked me when meeting Lemon if she was a rescue. I was always kind of uncomfortable saying yes, even though I guess it's technically true. But it's not as if I got her as an act of good will. We adopted Lemon because we wanted a dog, and because greyhounds are good dogs. They're relaxed and loving and adorable. How could we consider this an act of charity? Buying for a small fee a cuddle companion, and a reason to get out of bed on Sunday mornings, and somebody to blame your farts on. We didn't rescue Lemon, we just got a dog. But I didn't really get what was in it for me, because as much as her life got better after she was adopted, after living life not abused but more as livestock than a pet, my life must've gotten better than hers. Because in valuing Lemon, noble and ridiculous and just another dog, I learned that feeling valued and knowing that you matter is much more about how you think of others than how others think of you. And that's just one of the thousand things that that dumb dog taught me, and—and I guess is still teaching me. Thanks, Lemon. John, I'll see you on Tuesday.
(transcripción por httpchans)