El presente tumblog es entera responsabilidad del Sr. Entintado, quien también comanda (entre otros abyectos emprendimientos) el weblog Amor Entintado, el fotoblog Tintografías y el compilado tuitero Tarde Piaste.
Todo contenido original se publica bajo una licencia Creative Commons Argentina.
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I do not want to spoil the party
I would hate my disappointment to show
There is nothing here for me, then away
If it comes out when I went please let me know
I had a drink or two and do not care
It’s no fun in what I do if
I wonder what happened I waited a long time
I think walking and watching
Although it makes me sad evening
I still love her
If I find I will be happy
I still love it
I do not want to spoil the party
I would hate my disappointment to show
There is nothing here for me, then away
If it comes out when I went please let me know
Although it makes me sad evening
I still love her
If I find I will be happy
I still love it
I had a drink or two and do not care
It’s no fun in what I do if
I wonder what happened I waited a long time
I think walking and watching
(Entrada número 86 en el proyecto Babel Beatles)
I call your name but you are not there
I was to blame for being unfair
Oh, I can not sleep at night because you left
I never cried at night, I can not go
Well, you know I can not stand, I know you can not
I do not do that, I‘m not that type of man
Oh, I can not sleep at night, but the same
I never cried at night I call your name
Oh!
Well, you know I can not stand, I know you can not
I do not do that, I‘m not that type of man
Oh, I can not sleep at night, but the same
I never cried at night I call your name
I call your name
I call your name, oh!
I call your name
(Entrada número 85 en el proyecto Babel Beatles)
El cowboy mataba un bueno por cada malo. Lo llamaban tiro balanceado.
I am as you are me and we are all together
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly
I cry
Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come
Company T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Dude, you’re a bad boy, let’s face long
I am the Eggman, they are the egg men
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob
Mister city policeman sitting
Police pretty in queue
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky see how they work
I cry I cry
I cry I cry
On the yellow cream, drops in the eyes of a dead dog
Pescade Crabalocker, pornographic priestess
Chico, who has been a bad boy, you let your pants down
I am the Eggman, they are the egg men
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob
Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun
If the sun does not rise, you get a tan to appear in the English rain.
I am the Eggman, they are the egg men
I am the walrus, goo goo goo g’joob g’goo g’joob
Expert writers, choking smokers
Do not you think the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile like pigs in a sty
See how they snider
I cry
Bran, climbing the Eiffel Tower
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna
The man must have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe
I am the Eggman, they are the egg men
I am the walrus, goo goo goo g’joob g’goo g’joob
Goo goo goo g’joob g’goo g’goo g’joob
(Entrada número 84 en el proyecto Babel Beatles)
En la carrera de los insectos veraniegos, los mosquitos uruguayos pican en Punta.
She was a working girl
North of England through
Now they have struck a great time
In U.S.A.
And if she could not hear me
That’s what I say
Honey pie you are crazy
I‘m in love but I‘m lazy
So you do not want to go home
Oh, honey pie, my position is tragic
Come show me the magic
Hollywood artist
You became a screen legend
And now, the idea of finding the
It is my knees
Oh, sweet baby, which makes me desperate
Discover the Atlantic
Where to start
Honey pie, come back to me.
I like the style
Oooh, I like a small, hot music
Hot music, I play
Listening to me blue Hollywood
And the wind blew his boat
Across the sea
Please send to me her veil
Honey pie you are crazy
I‘m in love but I‘m lazy
So you do not want to go home
(Entrada número 83 en el proyecto Babel Beatles)
Los caballos tienen bien claro que herrar es humano.
So how come you say you do when
Say, baby, not when?
Let me know how you feel honey
Tell the truth now is love real?
But baby, uh uh, well, no, not like love
Honey is not no love, no love
Say you go when you’re not, uh uh honey, do
Well, I love you baby, and you should know
I love how you wear your clothes
Everything about you is so doggone sweet
You have sand in your feet
But, baby, uh uh, so no, no honey
Honey is not no love, no love
Say you go when you’re not, uh uh honey, do
Well, sometimes you want in a Saturday night
Sunday morning did not look good
Did you paint the town
Hey hey baby, up around
But, eh, eh, well, no, dear, I said no
no baby, no baby, no baby
Say you go when you’re not, uh uh honey, do
Well, no, honey and honey
A little honey is not
Say you go when you’re not, uh uh honey, do
(Entrada número 82 en el proyecto Babel Beatles)
Fuimos a ver “El lago de los cisnes” y dejamos el auto con el ballet parking.
La graduación de mis anteojos fue con honores.
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