HotSexGod 2. Liberto

Con himnos como:"Dejame salir... déjame ser liberty... eemmmh?" 

Jess Shoes

These boots are made for walkin'... 

Jimmy Dean alike

Don't Smoke Here. A tribute to James Dean
X Mar 

La Vera / Cascadas - Semana Santa 2006

 

Noe & me

Noe King (Jean sin cinturon) y el menda (Jean con cinturon, por si no kedaba claro, pese a ke el mio much@s se lo konoceran de tanto ke me lo toketean, hombre ya!!1) creo ke podemos presumir de tener los culos mas bonitos y sexys de la plataforma... asi ke le dediko el dia por ser tan wapa, tan buena tia amiga, "Cuñáaa", compi y TM... besazo desde postventa... 

¿Vas a volverme a querer? ¿Cuánto es "un tiempo largo" según tú...?

Capable
Are you gonna love me back? How much is long time for you?
Are you gonna love me back? So capable, so capable.
So capable, so capable. So capable. So capable. You're still here.
You were preparing something to eat, and you let me know
And you blue fairy, Pinoccio, Pinoccio...
'Cause they made us too smart; Too quick, too many of us...
Are you gonna love me back? How much is long time for you?
Are you gonna love me back? How much is long time for you?
So capable So capable So capable So capable So capable,
So capable, You're still here.
So for someone of you experience, It has to be easy to understand.
And for someone of you background, It has to b'easy to play around.
And for someone of your money It has to b'easy to pay the round.
But your never, you never... You never pay the round.
If you pass me by I just lose my mind. It's so easy for U to be smart.
You' re a moron, little idiot, And you've only got a single neuron.
You're missing a double click, little idiot...
Can't you go a little more quick? So I'm wasting,
I'm wasting, I'm wasting my time with you.
Are you gonna love me back? How much is long time for you?
Are you gonna love me back? How much is long time for you?  

Hotel Airless & Lifeless Deluxe Rooms

Spiders

Why hotel?
A variety of reasons, but here's one of them... Hotels fascinate me in that they are incredibly intimate spaces that are scoured every 24 hours and make to look completely anonymous. People sleep in hotel rooms and cry in hotel rooms and bathe in hotel rooms and have sex in hotel rooms and start relationships in hotel rooms and end relationships in hotel rooms and etc and etc, but yet everytime we check into a hotel room we feel as if we're the first guest and we get very upset if there's any remnant of a previous guests stay. Something about this idea, that these intimate spaces are wiped clean every day, fascinates me. That we enter a hotel room and it becomes our biological home for a while and then we leave. In some ways it's similar to the human condition.
We exist and we strik and we love and we cry and we laugh and we run around and we sleep and we build things and we have sex and then we die and, not to sound to depressing, the world is wiped clean of our biological presence. Which, from my perspective, makes our brief biological time here all the more precious due to it's relative brevity. Hotels, in specific, fascinate me in that so much effort is expended to maintain a perfect neutrality... Have I said too much? Should I err on the side of cryptic and esoteric explanations? Well this explanation is not cryptic or esoteric, so there you go... thanks, and I hope that you like what you see. Moby & Juliörk. 

Hotel Intro

Snowball


Blue paper


Swear 

Hotel Aerial

Raining again


Chord sounds


Live forever 

Hotel Overland

Very


Love should


Tempatation


Lift me up 

Hotel Lilly

Where you end


The come down

Hotel Beautiful

Slipping away


I like it


Homeward angel


Forever 

Hotel Ambient

Not sensitive


Dream about me

Massive Attack Collected

"Sly"
I try to believe what I feel these days. It makes life much easier for me.
It's hard to decide what is real these days.When things look so dizzy to me.
I already know my children's children's faces. Voices that I've heard before.
There's always more. There's always more.
Wondering leaving the sea behind. To my home which everybody owns
Wondering, wondering; Where we can do what we please. Wondering.
I feel like a thousand years have passed. I'm younger than I used to be.
I feel like the world is my home at last. I know everyone that I meet.
Somewhere in the music I can hear the bells I heard a thousand years before.
There's always more; There's always more;
Wondering is this there all there is. Since I was, since I began to be...
Wondering, wandering, Where we can do what we please... Wondering. 

Rosas

En un día de estos en que suelo pensar:
"hoy va a ser el día menos pensado",
nos hemos cruzado, has decidido mirar,
a los ojitos azules que ahora van a tu lado.
Desde el momento en el que te conocí,
resumiendo con prisas; Tiempo de Silencio.
Te juro que a nadie le he vuelto a decir
que tenemos el récord del mundo en querernos.
Por eso esperaba con la carita empapada
a que llegaras con rosas, con mil rosas para mí,
porque ya sabes que me encantan esas cosas
que no importa si es muy tonto, soy así.
Y aún me parece mentira que se escape mi vida
imaginando que vuelves a pasarte por aquí,
donde los viernes cada tarde, como siempre,
la esperanza dice "quieta, hoy quizás sí..."
Escapando una noche de un bostezo de sol
me pediste que te diera un beso.
Con lo baratos que salen, mi amor,
qué te cuesta callarme con uno de esos.
Pasaron seis meses y me dijiste adiós,
un placer coincidir en esta vida.
Allí me quedé, en una mano el corazón,
y en la otra excusas que ni tú entendías.
Por eso esperaba con la carita empapada
a que llegaras con rosas, con mil rosas para mí,
porque ya sabes que me encantan esas cosas
que no importa si es muy tonto, soy así.
Y aún me parece mentira que se escape mi vida
imaginando que vuelves a pasarte por aquí,
donde los viernes cada tarde, como siempre,
la esperanza dice: "quieta, hoy quizás sí..."
Y es que empiezo a pensar
que el amor verdadero
es tan sólo el primero.
Y es que empiezo a sospechar
que los demás son sólo para olvidar... 

LIKE THOSE ROSES

Exploding stars and striking comets; Soon it's gonna be your time. You don't need to scare nobody. Soon it's gonna be your time. I like to feel those roses in my skin; I like to feel those roses, You know what I mean. I like to feel those roses in my skin; I like to feel those roses, You know what I mean... I like to feel all those roses in my skin. I like to feel all those roses in my skin. Yellow bells, blue blue sky. Soon it's gonna be your time. You don't need to fright nobody. Soon it's gonna be your time. If you wanna be great stip, look into your empty eyes. Exploding starless, seeking comets Soon it's gonna be your time... I like to feel those roses in my skin; I like to feel those roses, You know what i mean. I LIKE TO FEEL THOSE ROSES IN MY SKIN; I LIKE TO FEEL THOSE ROSES, YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. I like to feel all those roses in my skin. I like to feel all those roses in my skin. I like to feel those roses... I like to feel those roses...

Esta canción esta dedicada a la persona que me ha regalado una rosa este año por St. Jordi, asi sin esperarlo, en medio de Les Rambles, y con un beso... You know what I mean... Feliz Santo a todos los Jordi's (&U). 

Big Time Sensuality (Night Version / Fluke Minimix)

I can sense it. Something important is about to happen. It's coming up. It takes courage to enjoy it, the hardcore and the gentle big time sensuality. We just met and I know I'm a bit too intimate, but something huge is coming up and we're both included. IT TAKES COURAGE TO ENJOY IT. THE HARD-CORE AND THE GENTLE BIG TIME SENSUALITY... I don't know my future after this weekend 'nd and I don't want to... It takes courage to enjoy it, the hardcore and the gentle big time sensuality; Sensuality... (It takes time to enjoy. The hard-core & Gentle... Big - Time - Sensuality)

Porque anoche tuvo un gran momento de sensualidad. De esos que hacen que hoy te arregles mas para salir a la calle, ya desde buena mañana... 

Sant Jordi, en Cáceres, por mi (Semana Santa 2006)