Joey Ramone ...

Murio un domingo de pascuas , el domingo 15 de abril de 2001 . Murio de cancer linfatico.
Cuando murio le faltaban 1 mes y 4 dias para cumplir nada mas ni nada menos qe 50 años de vida , SI, cumple el 19 de mayo de este año nada mas ni nada menos qe 60 años desde su nacimiento aquel 19 de mayo de 1951.
Y el 15 de abril de este año se cumplen nada mas ni nada menos qe 10 años de su muerte hagamosle un peqeño homenaje por ese dia por esos 10 años sin nuestro querido Jeffrey Ross Hyman (Joey Ramone).

Un Saludo.                       Christo

Eric Boucher frase...

"El punk no ha muerto pero merecería morir, cuando lo vemos convertirse en otra caricatura rancia, en un club social de mentes cerradas y egolatría, donde no son las ideas lo que cuenta sino a quién conoces". Jello Biafra.

Cambio

Buem , lamentablemente me tendre que cambiar de colegio porque mi vieja lo dice :/ , todabia no se si me voy a cambiar pero es muy probable que si D= . 

Buem les mando un saludo grande a todos y que les valla bien. SALUDOS!!!!!

                                                                                                                                 El Christo

                                                                                                                                                        


Buem , Les dejo un videito (?

Escucha mi corazon

La cancion de The Ramones , Listen To My Heart (Escucha mi corazon) , fue echa por Joey para una persona muy especial para el.

Las mujeres deberian hacerlo , escuchar el corazon del Hombre que la ama.

Si alguna mujer lee esto espero que lo haga y que le alegre el corazon al hombre que la ama.

                                                                                          

                                                                                                                                          El Christo

Nose.

Aveces cuando alguien esta mal hay que descargarse con algo sea alguien que quieres o no , aveces tienes que descargarte con la persona que hizo/dijo algo que te hizo sentir mal.

Hay veces en las que un ser humano por algo que le paso en su trabajo o escuela no quiere asistir mas pero se esta en duda si abandonar o no.

Mi profesor de geografía se mando una cagada , lo dijo de onda , no digo que sea mal profesor ni mala persona pero me cago a mi ese comentario y bueno. 

Le mando un saludo a mis idolos Los Ramones , a Dos Minutos y Expulsados.

                                                                                                                El Christo

Este año ...

Siento que este año si necesito qedarme libre debido a que no me banco el colegio y pesa mucho y ya tengo ganas de suicidarme , ademas de que no tengo ganas de bancarme un año lleno de mierda y pruebas reprobadas  
la unica solucion seria quedarme libre , pero bueno , no creo que pueda otra vez.

The KKK Took My Baby Away

She went away for the holidays said she's
going to l.a. but she never got there
she never got there, she never got there, they say
She went away for the holidays said she's
going to l.a. but she never got there
she never got there, she never got there, they say
The kkk took my baby away they took her away
away from me the kkk took my baby away
they took her away away from me
Now i don't know where my baby can be they
took her away from me they took her away from me
i don't know where my baby can be they took
her away from mr they took her away from me
Ring me, ring me, ring me up the president
and finf out where my baby went
ring me, ring me, ring me up the fbi and find
out if baby's alive yeah, yeah, yeah
O-o-o-o-o-o o-o-o-o-o-o
she went away for holidays she went away for holidays
The kkk took my baby away the kkk took my baby away
They took my girl they took my baby away

Psycho Therapy

Psycho therapy psycho therapy psycho therapy
that's what they wanna give me
psycho therapy psycho therapy psycho therapy
all they wanna give me
I'm a teenage schizoid the one your parent despise
psycho therapy now i got glowing eyes
I'm a teenage schizoid pranks and muggins are fun
psycho therapy gonna kill someone
Psycho therapy psycho therapy
I like takin' tuinal it keeps me edgy and mean
i'm a teenage schizoid i'm a teenage dope fiend
I'm a kid in the nuthouse i'm a kid in the psycho zone
psycho therapy i'm gonna burglarize your home
Psycho therapy psycho therapy

So What

They ask me why i'm hateful, why i'm bad.
they tell me i got things they never had.
they tell me go to church and see the light.
cos the good lord's always right.
So what, so what.
so what if jesus died on the cross.
so what about the fucker, i don't give a toss.
so what if the master walked on the water.
i don't see him trying to stop the slaughter.
they say i wouldn't have to live from bins.
if i would go along, confess my sins.
they say i shouldn't commit no crime.
cos jesus christ is watching all the time.
So what, so what.
so what if he's always over my shoulder.
i realise the truth as i get older.
i get to see what a con it is.
because it's my life, mine not his.
well, they say they're going to send me away.
said they're going to make me pay.
we're sorry but you got to go.
but you were naughty, you said "no".
So what, so what.
so what if i see through the lies.
so what if the people i despise
twist my arm and make me work,
i'm no deaf, no fucking jerk.
i'm no spastic lying in the street.
i'm no superstar elite.
i'm just a person, a human being.
no you're not, you're a part of the machine.
you're a part our machine because we want you to be.
we've got you now and you'll never be free.
we can even have your body after you're dead.
we can take the eyes out of your fucking head.
yes we'll take them out, use them again.
we can do it you know cos we've got your brain.
we'll crucify you like we crucified him.
we'll make you obey our every whim.
we got the power, the power and the glory.
i've heard that before in a different story.
but the story i heard covered up the truth,
didn't touch on the actual factual proof.
didn't say about the bodies in the concentration camps,
didn't say about the (surgeons) knives underneath the lamps,
doesn't say that the ovens are still warm,
doesn't say that this wretched little form
is a human being who wants to live
but not in the snot and shit they give.
They say that i had better keep quiet
or they're gonna douse my light.
jesus christ can save my life,
but i can always use my knife.
so what, so what, so what, so what, so what, so what, so what, so wha

Blood to bleed

This place rings with echoes of
lives once lived but now are lost
time spent wondering about tomorrow
i don’t care if we lose it all tonight
up in flames, burning bright
warming the air of the world
“i don’t love you anymore” is all i remember you telling me
never have i felt so cold
i have no more blood to bleed
as my heart has been draining into the sea
Since i’ve taken your footsteps
getting me closer to what is left
of the dreams of what i once claimed to know
Within my bones this resonates
boiling blood will circulate
could you tell me again what you did this for?
“i don’t love you anymore” is all i remember you telling me
never have i felt so cold
i have no more blood to bleed
as my heart has been draining into the sea
Still i wait
with a hope inside of me (inside of me)
so still (so still) i wait (i wait)
until again we meet
until again we meet
Within my bones this resonates
boiling blood will circulate
could you tell me again what you did this for?
“i don’t love you anymore” is all i remember you telling me
never have i felt so cold
i have no more blood to bleed
as my heart has been draining into the sea
Still i wait
with a hope (so still) inside of me (i wait)
so still (a hope) i wait (inside of me)