French Navy

Volvieron los sonidos relajantes

                                              como el mar

las olas

     las nubes

un paseo en bicicleta

                                                                                   los aviones de papel.

Spent a week in a dusty library

Waiting for some words to jump at me

We met by a trick of fate

French navy my sailor mate

We met by the moon on a silvery lake

You came my way

Said, I want you to stay

You with your dietary restrictions

Said you loved me with a lot of conviction

I was waiting to be struck by lightning

Waiting for somebody exciting

Like you

Oh, the thing that you do

You make me go ooh

ith the things that you do (you do, you do)

I wanted to control it

But love, I couldn't hold it

I wanted to control it

But love, I couldn't hold it

I'll be criticized for lending out my eye

I was criticized for letting you break my heart

Why would I stand for disappointed looks

Fully grown but I'm all on tender hooks

Ooh with the looks

Oh tender hooks,

Ooh, with the looks, the looks, the looks

I wanted to control it

But love, I couldn't hold it

I wanted to control it

But love, I couldn't hold it

Relationships were something I used to do

Convince me they are better for me and you

We met by a trick of fate

French navy, my sailor

I wanted to control it

But love, I couldn't hold it

I wanted to control it

But love, I couldn't hold it

-Camera obscura

Better together

yaaaaa. Volver al teatro es genial. Hoy fui la hija de un difunto, una cajera de Metro y una lesbiana celosa. Y cuando jugabamos al asesino, sonó esta canción, y grite un poco (¿?) Y yo era la asesina, así que doble genial! Mataba escuchando a Jack Johnson. En Granby-Colorado (fotofotofoto, allá me volví un poco fan de él) la escuchaba camino a la chamba, cuando a mi mp3 se le ocurría sorprenderme. Y ahora la escucho mientras mi papá cumple años :) iiiii volveré a tomar fotos y a hacerlas chafa con mi tecnología misia! chau ••••••• There is no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard. And no song that I could sing, but I can try for your heart Our dreams, and they are made out of real things, like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-tone loving. Love is the answer, at least for most of the questions in my heart. Why are we here and where do we go? And how come it's so hard? It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving. I'll tell you one thing, It's always better when we're together. ••• Mmm, it's always better when we're together. Yeah, we'll look at the stars when we're together. Well, it's always better when we're together. Yeah, it's always better when we're together. ••• And all of these moments just might find a way into my dreams tonight But I know that they'll be gone when the morning light sings Or brings new things for tomorrow night, you see, That they'll be gone too, too many things I have to do. But if all of these dreams might find their way into my day-to-day scene, I'd be under the impression I was somewhere in between With only two, just me and you, not so many things we got to do Or places we got to be, we'll sit beneath the mango tree now. ••• Yeah, it's always better when we're together. Mmm, we're somewhere in between together. Well, it's always better when we're together. Yeah, it's always better when we're together. ••• I believe in memories, they look so, so pretty when I sleep And when I wake up, you look so pretty sleeping next to me. But there is not enough time And there is no, no song I could sing, And there is no combination of words I could say But I will still tell you one thing: We're better together.

-Jack Johnson