gracias, pelotudos, ignorantes, salames, poseros, inutiles, cancheros
por ser tan pero tan imbeciles como para dejarme en claro que la musica electronica le toco a unos pocos
y por suerte no a ustedes, por ahi si tu flaco la mezcla con el tango puede andar?
no...
nunca

haganse un djset de la punta de mi poronga

You can call me Paul

Desde la mierdera capital del DG

Me mandas un mail a mi para preguntarme una huevada de fotoyóp?

Son by four

Volvió la certeza de que si pasan algunas cosas me pego un tiro.
No es en plan alarma, ya pasaron otras y no me lo pegué.


Es como hacer puerta en un boliche malísimo.

Cuando piante el lagrimón

Y me acorde de vos grosso...

When illusion spin her net
I'm never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free

Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes, but still can see
No one taught them etiquette
I will show another me

Today I don't need a replacement
I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant
My heart going boom boom boom
"Hey," I said, "You can keep my things, they've come to take me home."

Oh-a ohua

They took the credit for your second symphony.
Rewritten by machine and new technology,
and now I understand the problems you can see.

I met your children

What did you tell them?
Internet killed the video star.
Internet killed the video star.

Pictures came and broke your heart.

And now we meet in an abandoned studio.
We hear the playback and it seems so long ago.
And you remember the jingles used to go.

You were the first one.

You were the last one.
Internet killed the video star.
Internet killed the video star.

In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far
In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far.

Pictures came and broke your heart, put the blame on CDR.

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