<?xml version="1.0" encoding="ISO-8859-1" ?><rdf:RDF xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:ti="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/textinput/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:co="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/company/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/"><channel rdf:about="http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/rss20.xml"><title><![CDATA[Accidents happen...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/rss20.xml]]></link><description><![CDATA[Paranoia y demencia en la gran ciudad]]></description><dc:publisher><![CDATA[Publisher]]></dc:publisher><dc:creator><![CDATA[creator]]></dc:creator><dc:rights><![CDATA[rights]]></dc:rights><dc:date><![CDATA[12/12/2004]]></dc:date><sy:updatePeriod><![CDATA[hour]]></sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency><![CDATA[123]]></sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase><![CDATA[BASE]]></sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_42.htm"/><rdf:li resource="http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_41.htm"/><rdf:li resource="http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_40.htm"/><rdf:li resource="http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_39.htm"/><rdf:li resource="http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_38.htm"/><rdf:li resource="http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_37.htm"/><rdf:li resource="http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_36.htm"/><rdf:li resource="http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_34.htm"/><rdf:li resource="http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_33.htm"/><rdf:li resource="http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_32.htm"/></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_42.htm"><title><![CDATA[Glassgarten]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_42.htm]]></link><description><![CDATA[<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/So_lbHCxLx0"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/So_lbHCxLx0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br/><br/>Goesthes Erben feat. Peter Heppner<br/>~Glasgarten~<br/><br/>Wie aus Wasser geformt - erstarrt<br/>gesprungenes Lachen<br/>Elfenstimmen eilen<br/>zwischen den klaren Blüten<br/>eisgleicher Äste<br/>glashafter Bäume<br/> <br/>Ob sie wohl Leben?<br/>Sie werfen keine Schatten<br/>nur gebrochene Bilder<br/>sie fächern das Licht<br/> <br/>Im Glasgarten verirrt sich die Zeit<br/>und bleibt als Moment erhalten<br/> <br/>Nur der Mond weist den Weg zum Morgen<br/>erlaubt der Sonne einen neuen Tag<br/>Im Glasgarten küßt der Mond das Licht<br/> <br/>Nichts duftet<br/>geschmacklos die Frucht<br/>Wer genießt sie?<br/>Schön...<br/>Im Kristallglas<br/>verirrt sich das Licht<br/> <br/>Nur der Mond weist den Weg zum Morgen<br/>erlaubt der Sonne einen neuen Tag<br/>Im Glasgarten küßt der Mond das Licht<br/> <br/>Die Blumen wirken spröde und starr<br/>wem sollte ich diese Kälte schenken<br/>die Leere zumuten<br/>unmöglich sie zu pflücken<br/>sie zerspringen in abertausend Splitter<br/>winzige Kristalle<br/>die im Fallen singen<br/>den Atem der Elfen<br/>begleiten<br/>an jedes Ohr<br/>das bereit ist<br/>zu hören<br/> <br/>Nur der Mond weist den Weg zum Morgen<br/>erlaubt der Sonne einen neuen Tag<br/>Im Glasgarten küßt der Mond das Licht<br/>wie alles - klar - glatt - rein<br/>wie alles - klar - glatt - rein<br/><br/><i>Oswald Henke</i><br/><br/>Y si queréis FLIPAR con esta maravilla en directo:<br/><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9AIQv5npKaM" target="destino">Pincha aquí</a><br/>]]></description></item><item rdf:about="http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_41.htm"><title><![CDATA[I should just fade away...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_41.htm]]></link><description><![CDATA[<br/>[Posiblemente una de mis 5 canciones favoritas. Y para variar, el genio que la compuso e interpretó ya no está con nosotros. A veces me da envidia...<br/>Una auténtica maravilla que todo el mundo debería escuchar (y leer) detenidamente. Hacia bastante que no la oia y se me ponen los pelos de punta...<br/>Y sé que va a quedar horriblemente mal decirlo así, pero con RW siempre me ha parecido tener una conexión especial, sus letras eran tan... mias!<br/>Descanse en paz un genio que jamás será reconocido, y eso le hará más genio aun.]<br/><br/><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Utr9V1XWwo4"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Utr9V1XWwo4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br/><br/>This is my favourite sad story,<br/>Forget me not or I'll forget myself<br/>I've got quite a few things that I'm afraid of<br/>sometimes I just can't face myself<br/><br/>This is my favorite sad story,<br/>Forget me not or I'll forget myself.<br/>I guess I'll tuck myself away tonight,<br/>you know it's been one of those days.<br/><br/>Every pretty flower,<br/>every lovely flower,<br/>every deadly flower<br/>hides its light inside of shame.<br/><br/>I do not know why you don't know,<br/>I cannot reap what you have sown<br/>Beneath this blanket of loose soil,<br/>wrapped around my mortal coil.<br/><br/>Well a stem is not a rose,<br/>but that's how my garden grows.<br/>I can't see the forest for the trees,<br/>the stinking poison for disease<br/>Now it's all shot to hell and back again.<br/>I seek redemption for the<br/>same old sins and I fall on my knees,<br/>And I pray that all the poppies they<br/>they will just fade away.<br/>But fields of poppies they remain.<br/>That's how they found me last time, dead<br/><br/>This is my favorite sad story,<br/>forget me not or I'll forget myself.<br/>I've got quite a few things that I'm afraid of,<br/>sometimes I just won't face myself.<br/>This is my favorite sad story,<br/>forget me not or I'll forget myself<br/>I guess I'll just tuck myself away tonight<br/>you know its been one of those days.<br/><br/>Every pretty flower,<br/>every lovely flower,<br/>every deadly flower,<br/>hides its light inside of shame.<br/><br/>I do not know why you don't know,<br/>I cannot reap what you have sown,<br/>Beneath this blanket of loose soil,<br/>wrapped around my mortal coil.<br/><br/>Irises lay in spring mud,<br/>where lovers drown each other's sorrows,<br/>Where lovers dream about tomorrows.<br/>As for me I drown another kind as<br/>sadness runs course through my veins.<br/>Posie wreaths they crown me.<br/>My heart, My heart<br/>I should just fade away, fade away<br/>Like a flower... <br/><br/><i>Rozz Williams "1334"</i><br/>06-11-1963 / 01-04-1998<br/>R.I.P.]]></description></item><item rdf:about="http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_40.htm"><title><![CDATA[You'll never know...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_40.htm]]></link><description><![CDATA[<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tax13R8l5wU"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tax13R8l5wU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object> <br/><br/>~Face to Face~<br/><br/>Face to face<br/>my lovely foe<br/>Mouth to mouth<br/>raining heaven's blows<br/>Hand on heart<br/>tic tac toe<br/>Under the stars<br/>naked as we flow<br/>Cheek to cheek<br/>the bitter sweet<br/>Commit your crime in your deadly time<br/><br/>Commit your crime in your deadly time<br/>It's too divine<br/>I want to bend<br/>I want this bliss but something says I must resist<br/><br/>Another life<br/>another time<br/>We're Siamese twins writhing intertwined<br/>Face to face<br/>no telling lies<br/>The masks they slide to reveal a new disguise<br/><br/>You never can win<br/>it's the state I'm in<br/>This danger thrills and my conflict kills<br/>They say follow your heart<br/>follow it through<br/>But how can you<br/>when you're split in two?<br/><br/>And you'll never know<br/>You'll never know<br/><br/>One more kiss<br/>before we die<br/>Face to face<br/>and dream of flying<br/>Who are you?<br/>who am I?<br/>Wind in wings<br/>two angels falling<br/>To die like this<br/>with a last kiss<br/>It's falsehood's flame<br/>it's a crying shame<br/>Face to face<br/>the passions breathe<br/>I hate to stay but then I hate to leave<br/><br/>And you'll never know<br/>You'll never know . . . <br/><br/><i>Siouxsie</i><br/>And Zero starring the beginning of the video :D]]></description></item><item rdf:about="http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_39.htm"><title><![CDATA[Diminuto cielo...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_39.htm]]></link><description><![CDATA[<b>~Hoy no existo~</b><br/><br/>Yo no existo hoy,<br/>nada tiene que ver conmigo,<br/>y se caen las luces al suelo,<br/>y se caen las luces al suelo.<br/><br/>Yo vi la luz de las cosas,<br/>quizá porque no existo hoy.<br/>Yo vi la luz de las cosas,<br/>quizá porque no existo hoy.<br/><br/>Estoy en estado de avanzada soledad,<br/>he muerto en un rincón<br/>para disfrutar de la vida,<br/><br/><img src="http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/files/Her_Pins___Needles_Corner_by_AngelsCrySilent.jpg" alt="" border="0" width="300" height="225"/><br/><br/>zumo de mí se va hirviendo.<br/>Zanjas dulces en el corazón,<br/>porque hoy no existo.<br/><br/>La piña de tus besos<br/>es una granada que va a estallar ya<br/>en mi no existir...<br/>hoy. <br/><br/><i>[Corcobado y Manta Ray]</i><br/>Foto de <A HREF=http://angelscrysilent.deviantart.com/> AngelsCrySilent</A>]]></description></item><item rdf:about="http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_38.htm"><title><![CDATA[Rest on your Arms reversed]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_38.htm]]></link><description><![CDATA[<br/>En un mundo invertido, donde los rios son la lluvia y la lluvia es el mar, la vida es la muerte y la muerte es simplemente un recuerdo.<br/>La sonrisa es una mueca, y los lamentos son alegrias borrachas.<br/><br/>El método de suicidio preferido sería amar.<br/><br/>Si las sombras fueran luces y las luces un reflejo de las sombras, nadie podria esconderse jamás.<br/><br/>La hormiga convertida en leon. El pobre, en rico. <br/><br/>Alguien me deja cambiar el mundo al menos por un dia?]]></description></item><item rdf:about="http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_37.htm"><title><![CDATA[0]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_37.htm]]></link><description><![CDATA[<br/>Todo y nada ha cambiado.<br/><br/>Se acabó.]]></description></item><item rdf:about="http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_36.htm"><title><![CDATA[Suffer Well]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_36.htm]]></link><description><![CDATA[<br/><img src="http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/files/chus_de_peque.jpg" alt="" border="0" width="500" height="330"/><br/><br/>Where were you when I fell from grace<br/>A frozen heart an empty space<br/> <br/>Something's changed and it's in your eyes<br/>Please don't speak you'll only lie<br/><br/><img src="http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/files/rbol.jpg" alt="" border="0" width="304" height="400"/><br/><br/>I found treasure not where I thought<br/>Peace of mind can't be bought<br/>Still I believe<br/><br/>Just hang on<br/>Suffer well<br/>Sometimes it's hard<br/>It's hard to tell<br/><br/><img src="http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/files/chus_y_max_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" width="500" height="375"/><br/><br/>An angel led me when I was blind<br/>I said <i>take me back</i> I've changed my mind<br/>Now I believe<br/> <br/>From the blackest room I was torn<br/>You called my name my love was born<br/>So I believe<br/><br/><img src="http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/files/composite.jpg" alt="" border="0" width="500" height="375"/><br/><br/>Just hang on<br/>Suffer well<br/>Sometimes it's hard<br/>It's hard to tell]]></description></item><item rdf:about="http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_34.htm"><title><![CDATA[.]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_34.htm]]></link><description><![CDATA[<br/>No me gusta mi vida.]]></description></item><item rdf:about="http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_33.htm"><title><![CDATA[It's over]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_33.htm]]></link><description><![CDATA[Ya no me apetece escribir nada más aquí. Esto ha perdido bastante o todo de su sentido, de su razón de ser.<br/>No voy a cerrarlo, si alguien recae por aquí, a lo mejor encuentra hasta alguna cosa interesante en el histórico de los meses pasados.<br/><br/>Lo que tenga que contar, lo haré personalmente a quien me pregunte. Aunque parece que nadie se interesa por si estoy vivo o no.<br/>Antes entraba gente a leer esto, ahora nadie, prácticamente.<br/><br/>Me aburre la inmovilidad de la gente. Me aburro de mi mismo. Para que escribir si nadie lo lee?<br/><br/>This is the end, my only friend.<br/><br/>Pd.- Morro de Gos tiene bandera azul. Y Xeraco también :)]]></description></item><item rdf:about="http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_32.htm"><title><![CDATA[My only friend, the end]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://blogs.ya.com/accidentshappen/c_32.htm]]></link><description><![CDATA[<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eXnBxFXu9xg"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eXnBxFXu9xg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br/><br/>This is the end<br/>Beautiful friend<br/>This is the end<br/>My only friend, the end<br/><br/>Of our elaborate plans, the end<br/>Of everything that stands, the end<br/>No safety or surprise, the end<br/>Ill never look into your eyes...again<br/><br/>Can you picture what will be<br/>So limitless and free<br/>Desperately in need...of some...strangers hand<br/>In a...desperate land<br/><br/>Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain<br/>And all the children are insane<br/>All the children are insane<br/>Waiting for the summer rain, yeah<br/><br/>Theres danger on the edge of town<br/>Ride the kings highway, baby<br/>Weird scenes inside the gold mine<br/>Ride the highway west, baby<br/><br/>Ride the snake, ride the snake<br/>To the lake, the ancient lake, baby<br/>The snake is long, seven miles<br/>Ride the snake...hes old, and his skin is cold<br/><br/>The west is the best<br/>The west is the best<br/>Get here, and well do the rest<br/><br/>The blue bus is callin us<br/>The blue bus is callin us<br/>Driver, where you taken us<br/><br/>The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on<br/>He took a face from the ancient gallery<br/>And he walked on down the hall<br/>He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he<br/>Paid a visit to his brother, and then he<br/>He walked on down the hall, and<br/>And he came to a door...and he looked inside<br/>Father, yes son, I want to kill you<br/>Mother...i want to...fuck you<br/><br/>Cmon baby, take a chance with us<br/>Cmon baby, take a chance with us<br/>Cmon baby, take a chance with us<br/>And meet me at the back of the blue bus<br/>Doin a blue rock<br/>On a blue bus<br/>Doin a blue rock<br/>Cmon, yeah<br/><br/>Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill<br/><br/>This is the end<br/>Beautiful friend<br/>This is the end<br/>My only friend, the end<br/><br/>It hurts to set you free<br/>But youll never follow me<br/>The end of laughter and soft lies<br/>The end of nights we tried to die<br/><br/>This is the end]]></description></item></rdf:RDF>
