Sweeney Todd [Jhonny Deep] - My Friends



Mrs. Lovett (spoken)

My! Them handles is chased silver, ain't they?

Sweeney Todd (spoken)

Silver, yes.
(sung)
These are my friends.
See how they glisten.
See this one shine...
How he smiles in the light.
My friend.
My faithful friend...
Speak to me friend.
Whisper...
I'll listen.
I know, I know you've been locked
out of sight
all these years, like me
My friend...
well I've come home to find you waiting.
Home, and we're together!
And we'll do wonders.
Won't we?
You there, my friend?

Mrs. Lovett

I'm your friend too, Mr. Todd
If you only knew, Mr. Todd
Ooh, Mr. Todd
You're warm in my hand.
You've come home!
Always had a fondness for you, I did.


Sweeney Todd (simultaneously)

Come let me hold you.
Now, with a sigh, you grow warm in my hand.
My friend!
My clever friend...

Mrs. Lovett

Never you fear, Mr. Todd
You can move in here, Mr. Todd
Mr. Todd, splendors.
You never have dreamed
all your days
will be yours!
I'm your friend
and you're mine!
Don't they shine beautiful?
Silver's good enough for me, Mr. T.

Sweeney Todd (simultaneously)

Rest now, my friends.
Soon, I'll unfold you.
Soon you'll know splendors
You never have dreamed
all you days,
my lucky friends
'Til now your shine was merely silver.
Friends, you shall drip rubies, you'll soon drip precious rubies...
(spoken)
AT LAST! MY RIGHT ARM IS COMPLETE AGAIN!

Apocalyptica - Faraway

Staind - Outside



And you
Bring me to my knees
Again
All the times
That I could beg you please
In vain
All the times
That I felt insecure
For you
And I leave
My burdens at the door

But I'm on the outside
I'm looking in
I can see through you
See your true colors
'Cause inside your ugly
You're ugly like me
I can see through you
See to the real you

All the times
That I felt like this won't end
It's for you
And I taste
What I could never have
It was from you
All the times
That I've cried
My intentions
Full of pride
But I waste
More time than anyone

But I'm on the outside
And I'm looking in
I can see through you
See your true colors
'Cause inside you're ugly
You're ugly like me
I can see through you
See to the real you

All the times
That I've cried
All this wasted
It's all inside
And I feel
All this pain
Stuffed it down
It's back again
And I lie
Here in bed
All alone
I can't mend
But I feel
Tomorrow will be OK

But I'm on the outside
And I'm looking in
I can see through you
See your true colors
'Cause inside you're ugly
You're ugly like me
I can see through you
See to the real you

Richie Hawtin - DE 9 Transitions (Bosko's Revival)

Una de las mejores canciones de Minimal que he escuchado, y hecha por las manos de Richie Hawtin

Vetusta Morla - Copenhague



El corría, nunca le enseñaron a andar
Se fue, tras luces pálidas
Ella huía de espejismos y horas de más

Aeropuertos: unos vienen y otros se van
Igual que Alicia sin ciudad
El valor para marcharse, el miedo a llegar

Llueve en el canal
La corriente enseña el camino hacia el mar
Todos duermen ya

Dejarse llevar suena demasiado bien
Jugar al azar, nunca saber dónde puedes terminar
... o empezar

Un instante mientras los turistas se van
Un tren de madrugada consiguió trazar
La frontera entre siempre o jamás

Llueve en el canal
La corriente enseña el camino hacia el mar
Todos duermen ya

Dejarse llevar suena demasiado bien
Jugar al azar, nunca saber dónde puedes terminar
... o empezar, o empezar

Ella duerme tras el vendaval
Se quitó la ropa
Sueña con despertar en otro tiempo y en otra ciudad

Dejarse llevar suena demasiado bien
Jugar al azar, nunca saber dónde puedes terminar
... o empezar, terminar
... o empezar, terminar
... o empezar

Three Days Grace - I Hate Everything About You



Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven’t missed you yet

Every roommate kept awake
By every sigh and scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet

Only when I stop to think about it

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you

Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven’t missed you yet

Only when I stop to think about it

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you

Only when I stop to think
About you, I know
Only when you stop to think
About me, do you know

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
You hate everything about me
Why do you love me

I hate
You hate
I hate
You love me

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you

Athlete - Hurricane

All the places we grew up,
We’re playing hide and seek,
Disappearing wall when you’ll sleep

Is it something we gotta get used to?
Is it something we gotta get used to? whoa.

Hurricane .. Oh hurricane.

All the millions that we marched with
It never made a sound,
never made a sound on your lips.

Is it something we gotta get used to?
But we’re not giving up the coastline so easily.

Oh hurricane (2x)

I don’t wanna run,
I’ve been here since I was young
Whoa this city day could be gone within the hour.

Oh hurricane,
what you gonna do to us this time? (2x)
Oh hurricane!

Is it something we gotta get used to? (x2)
and it’s something we gotta get used to
and we’re not giving up the coastline so easily

The Cure - Wrong Number



Lime green, lime green and tangerine
The sickly sweet colors of the snakes I'm seeing
Lime green and tangerine
The sickly sweet colors of the devil in my dreams

Lime green, lime green and tangerine
The sickly sweet colors of the snakes I'm seeing
Lime green and tangerine
The sickly sweet colors of the devil in my dreams

It gets to Friday
I give you a call
You know I’m getting kind of worried
She doesn't seem herself at all
Lime green and a sickly kind of orange
I’ve never seen her like this before

I had the best laid plans this side of America
Started out in church and finished with Angelica
Red and blue soul with a snow-white smile

Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?(Can you dig it?)
Can you dig it?

I had the best-laid plans this side of America
Started out in church and finished with Angelica
And now I dig it in the dirt and I’m down here for a while

You've got to make up your mind and make it soon
Is there room in your life for one more trip to the moon?
Is there room in your life for one more?

Burn red, red and gold
The deep dark colors of the snakes I hold
Burn red, burn red, burn red and gold
The deep dark colors of the devil at home

She pulls me down just as I’m trying to hide
Grabs me by the hair and drags me outside
and starts digging in the dirt for a not so early bird
It's the only way for her to get the worm

I had the best laid plans this side of America
Started out in church and finished with Angelica
Red and blue soul with a snow-white smile

Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?(Can you dig it?)
Can you dig it?

I had the best-laid plans this side of America
Started out in church and finished with Angelica
And now I dig it in the dirt and I’m down here for a while

“Hello? Are you still there?” x3
And much too late . . .
“Sorry . . . wrong number.”
“I’m sorry you have the wrong number.”
"Yeah... sorry, wrong number."