I uploaded a new song to MusMakers. I would really apprecciate some comments.
We recorded it last Monday. It should be played by 2 guitars, bass and drumms, but the recording only includes one guitar and voice.
Vocals: Ariel
Guitar: Patricio

Lyrics and guitars written by Ariel.

http://www.musmakers.com/1.Zoophia.Roja

I'd never really paid attention to this song lyrics, but I think Mir will like this part:

Blind Melon - "No Rain"

And I don't understand why I sleep all day
And I start to complain that there's no rain
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake
And it rips my life away, but it's a great escape

For [Patri] and [Moonknight].

Sometimes songs express a lot of things that you feel/think. A few chosen verses from a spanish one. The translation wasn't done by me, but it's the one in the official website of the singer, so complain to him if something's wrong.

Link to the spanish version: http://www.ismaelserrano.com/canciones/letras/yaquisierayo.htm

Ismael Serrano "Ya quisiera yo" ("I wish I")

I really wish I was a freethinker,
be deaf to the growling of the guts of so many people, their weeping and their pain,
establish myself as a politically-correct independent philosopher,
handle myself appropriately with everyone.

I really wish I could join the pacifists,
barefoot, giving away flowers plucked from some pot,
without having to turn the other cheek to anyone,
not to be threatened by any undesirables.

The fact is that common misseries affect me,
those of the supermarket, of the Subway, of the sidewalks,
also those more distant ones,
those of the dry deserts, those of the green rainforests.

The fact is that I sympathize with
some of those warriors of the dusk,
who crack open their chests to be heard
who will die in some corner, shot down.

I'd like to be smarter, stop myself from getting involved,
know myself free of guilt and clean of sin,
and be a charitable soul: Maria Goretti or a saint,
suffering just a bit, just my due.

To lack knowledge of politics and its news,
convincing myself it's a spiderweb, a nest of scorpions,
and mutilate my soul and my social animal's essence,
know myself superior to so much frivolity.

The fact is that I'm maybe too deeply affected by,
the sorrow of the suburbs, the urban tragedy,
to know that we will become cannibals soon,
and that there won't be enough flesh for everyone.

The fact is that maybe I'm too deeply affected by
having so much fear of walking out of my front door,
see my city burning or the pavement bleeding.
Perhaps I should pay less attention to the news.

I'd like to be smarter, play well the role,
free myself from labels, including that of 'man',
and understand that only I understand myself,
and no-one else does so,
be a good, straight and respectable citizen.

Omit from my songs
words like comrade worker,
justice, guerrilla, peace, starvation or fear,
and speak of love, of plesant things, of my memories
tell some funny story
from when I was a teenager.

Growing Up (song by Patricio, written like 5 years ago)

We are not the kids we used to be
A few years ago
We aren't now so fond on
Playing with rag dolls
And we can say no when
We don't wanna go
But when we are in panic
We still call for our moms

We have grown up but
We have the same minds
We want to get a job now
Whichever we can find
To be included, to be important
Just to be a part
But back at home we can't stop
Watching "Dexter's Lab"

Not so old, but not so young
In the middle, being a nag
Growing up

Quoting [ally]!

"You'll be forgiven as soon as the money arrives. I'm so catholic x) "

Such a deep truth expressed in such a simple way :P

Translation of my mood:

El arte the vivir con fe, sin saber con fe en que
The art of living with faith, without knowing with faith in what

There's a great wiki that has been recently started called voice clips. Personally, I think it's a great idea *coughscoughs* Anyway, since not everybody knows and since I like to embarrass myself as much as possible (and because some of you may enjoy it) here are the last two "clips" I uploaded:

[All_Most PUNK]: <URL:stuff/Ay,%20pero%20que%20lindo%20lugar.wav>
PUNK playing the part of a woman in a radio play: "Hola, ¿Como están? Ay, pero que lindo lugar que tienen" ("Hello, how are you? Oh, but what a nice place you have").

[All_Most PUNK]: <URL:stuff/No%20no%20no%20no%20Querida.wav>
Same radio play as before: "Ah, no, no, no, no, no, querida. Vos sabes muy bien... vos sabes muy bien que esa cancha es de las tres familias, así que no me vengas a reclamar nada" ("Ah, no, no, no, no, dear. You know very well... you know very well that that court belongs to the three families, so don't come here demanding anything"

Just so you all know, it wasn't "Pandora! Close! The! Fucking! Box!!!" the mood that Itay didn't like it, but "Dog eat dog, every day, on our fellow man we pray". It was in my mood box for only 10 minutes, since he didn't like it.

Today I got one of the most measuring stares that I've gotten in all my life. I was walking down the street when a girl walked past me and gave me what may be called "The stare". From the top of my head to my feet. With a apprecciative expression. I felt like I was being sold or something.
Considering the expression she wore after giving me "the stare" I got a 5 or 6 in the scale. Something like a "Ok, it's not great, could be a lot better, but it's not so bad either". It was kinda weird.

On a totally different note, a big colony of bats can eat up to 250,000 kgs of bugs in one night. Or at least so it says in the paper of the candy I just ate.

I watched "Hostel" yesterday. If I go to Europe (when I go yo Europe, I should say) I won't stay in a hostel. It's a taken desicion.

The movie is pretty bad, though. A couple shocking scenes and not a lot more. It takes at least 25 minutes for it to actually start, the main character changes in the middle of the movie and then there's that incredibly stupid scene with the two girls and the guy standing in the middle of the street by pure chance. Why Tarantino liked it?

A song I wrote like a year and a half ago. Actually, it was mostly improvised, since the singer was playing the guitar base along with the drummer, threw the mic to me and just said "Sing!".
Thinking back, there were lot of chances from the first improvised version to the final one. I think it started more as a love song.


EDIT: I'd love some feedback about it. That's the edit. It's what brought you all here again. Sorry about that. Won't happen again.

Bombs falling again

So many lives, so much time
We have wasted in this game
And we keep falling for it
Like we already did
Always the same tricks

So many wounds, so much pain
We have caused for the sake
Of repeating our mistakes
There's no escape
Deja vu again

A thousand sentences of death
Bombs, napalm, violence
Bullets, destruction and pain
We are all just human beings
Many branches, the same seed
So fuck the strangest hierarchy

There's no escape
Bombs falling again

Damn! The universe is against me! I was in the middle of my petty diary entry scheme when there was a power failure. Anyway, it's an excuse to make one more entry.

My mood:

"Asesino uniformado a la derecha de la cruz" // "Uniformed assassin to the right of the cross"

It never fails. Every time that I am away from ET for a while, I'm overwhelmed by the amount of wiki changes/diary entries/posts/messages that I have to check.
So, as a petty revenge, I'm gonna make several diary entries.

Well, the previous one was the "good". Now the bad. Duality is always important.

Yesterday I lost my job. That means that I'm unemployed (yep, that was redundant). I'll be still working in the store on Saturdays, but several changes in the way they work and the money they need to be run made it impossible to keep two employees. I was going to be the one that stayed, since I've been around a lot longer, but one of the owners of one of the comic book shops (it's kinda complicated. There's one guy who has two half stores and societies with different persons for each one. The employee that stays has to work for both shops. I have an excellent relation with both owners of the branch that is in a shopping mall, but...) doesn't want to work with me. He says that there is no "feeling". REality is that I can't stand him. Also, he wants to put his wife to work there. So, I'm out of a job.

After having the conversation with my boss, I went home, talked with my mother, and then put a record. It turned it was "Employment" by Kaiser Chief. But I swear it was only because it was already in the cd player :P

Luckily, I bought Jamiroquai's ticket the day previous to this situation. Now I can worry how to pay it, since I used the credit card to buy my ticket and that of a friend :P

Ah, of course, as usual: "Si no hay solución, no voy a llorar"

*Sings*

"Seven days in sunny June, were long enough to bloom, the flowers in the summer dress you wore in spring"
Seven Days In Sunny June

"She's just a cosmic girl, from another galaxy, my heart's a zero gravity"
Cosmic Girl

"Futures made of virtual insanity, always seems to be governed by this love we have, For useless twisting our new technology,Oh now there is no sound - for we all live underground"
Virtual Insanity

All songs by Jamiroquai, of course.

I bought my ticket for Jamiroquai's show! Yay!

So, some of you may be wondering about one of my latest moods (no, not "In the shower". That one's pretty clear. Of course that, by now, I've been in the shower for 3 days in a row. I want the world's record. And [ally] has reasons to complain about me spending all the water :P ): "Let's sue".
Here's the thing: There's a newspaper that a few months ago started to edit a humor magazine with the sunday edition. Or something like that. I never bought it. In any case, in their radio, TV and newspaper ads they've been using a slogan that says "Se viene el absurdaje" (impossible to translate, I think, so I won't even try). That slogan is based in something that a TV star said like 2/3 years ago.
Curiously, that slogan has been used before. Long time before. In the middle of 2004. By UPMA! We are the creators of that. Not only that, but we know that at least one person in the staff of that magazine has read UPMA. Needless to say, we are less than happy about it.
The interesting part is that we, unlike most fanzines, actually registered most of our production. We are "serious" that way. Therefore, we have proofs that they copied us. So, we've already talked with our lawyer (it's the subdirector of the place where one of the UPMAs work and will represent us for free) and we are seeing what we can do.
The idea isn't to go to court but send a letter and have some kind of meeting to see what they offer. If they don't offer anything, then we'll start the legal work. So, we are suing! (We should be getting together with the lawyer one of these days to see how much or what he wants to ask for. I'll update later).

Posted by [Viking] in one of the forums today. You all (well, not all, only some of you) know how I feel about suicide and how I like to make humor with death and other nasty things. So, this was perfect for me :P

http://www.realultimatepower.net/ninja/seppuku.htm