tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212685352011-04-21T17:29:00.699-05:00Stonerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16065380837134044354noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21268535.post-57122820248904554412008-12-28T01:30:00.000-06:002008-12-28T01:38:15.315-06:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6QH0_bec_s/SVcszjDkRLI/AAAAAAAAADA/7A2tdp_0GOA/s1600-h/ira+de+dios+08.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6QH0_bec_s/SVcszjDkRLI/AAAAAAAAADA/7A2tdp_0GOA/s320/ira+de+dios+08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284741951837717682" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6QH0_bec_s/SVcszmozWiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/N7M1PNrm6fY/s1600-h/ira+de+dios+006.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6QH0_bec_s/SVcszmozWiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/N7M1PNrm6fY/s320/ira+de+dios+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284741952799201826" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6QH0_bec_s/SVcszXuMw0I/AAAAAAAAACw/VM8X53L-wSg/s1600-h/ira+de+dios+004.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6QH0_bec_s/SVcszXuMw0I/AAAAAAAAACw/VM8X53L-wSg/s320/ira+de+dios+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284741948795306818" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21268535-5712282024890455441?l=camaralucidasucia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stonerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16065380837134044354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21268535.post-1145870661764894112006-04-24T04:21:00.000-05:002006-04-24T04:24:21.816-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6040/2149/1600/Imagen%20032.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6040/2149/400/Imagen%20032.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21268535-114587066176489411?l=camaralucidasucia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stonerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16065380837134044354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21268535.post-1145063131341751272006-04-14T20:04:00.000-05:002006-04-14T20:05:31.353-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6040/2149/1600/yaja.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6040/2149/400/yaja.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21268535-114506313134175127?l=camaralucidasucia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stonerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16065380837134044354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21268535.post-1144437613422213602006-04-07T14:18:00.001-05:002006-04-07T14:20:13.423-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6040/2149/1600/YAJAIRA.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6040/2149/400/YAJAIRA.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21268535-114443761342221360?l=camaralucidasucia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stonerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16065380837134044354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21268535.post-1142118320273310462006-03-11T16:56:00.000-06:002006-03-11T17:05:20.323-06:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6040/2149/1600/piscolita.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6040/2149/320/piscolita.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />And I know<br />It will be<br />An easy ride, all right<br />And I know<br />It will be<br />An easy ride, okay<br /><br />The mask that you wore<br />My fingers would explore<br />The costume of control<br />Excitement soon unfolds<br /><br />And I know<br />It will be<br />An easy ride, yeah<br />Joy, fought vaguely<br />With your pride<br />With your pride<br /><br />Like polished stone<br />Like polished stone<br />I see your eyes<br />Like burnin' glass<br />Like burnin' glass<br />I hear you smile,<br />Smile, babe<br /><br />The mask that you wore<br />My fingers would explore<br />The costume of control<br />Excitement soon unfolds<br /><br />Easy, baby<br /><br />Coda queen--be my bride<br />Rage in darkness by my side<br />Seize the summer in your pride<br />Take the winter in your stride<br /><br />Let's ride<br />Easy, easy...<br />All right<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21268535-114211832027331046?l=camaralucidasucia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stonerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16065380837134044354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21268535.post-1141400532346854732006-03-03T09:39:00.000-06:002006-03-03T09:42:12.366-06:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6040/2149/1600/Imagen%20247.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6040/2149/400/Imagen%20247.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Kinda like a cloud I was up way up in the sky<br />and I was feeling some feelings you wouldn't believe<br />sometimes I don't believe them myself<br />and I decided I was never coming down<br />just then a tiny little dot<br />caught my eye it was just about too small to see<br />but I watched it way too long<br />it was pulling me down<br /><br />I was up above it<br />I was up above it<br />now I'm down in it<br />I was up above it<br />I was up above it<br />now I'm down in it<br /><br />shut up!<br />so what does it matter now?<br />I was swimming in the haze now I crawl on the ground<br />and everything I never liked about you is kinda seeping into me<br />try to laugh about it now but isn't it funny how everything worksout<br />"I guess the joke's on me," she said<br /><br />I was up above it<br />I was up above it<br />now I'm down in it<br />I was up above it<br />I was up above it<br />now I'm down in it<br /><br />I used to be so big and strong!<br />I used to know my right from wrong!<br />I used to never be afraid!<br />I used to be somebody!<br />I used to have something inside!<br />now just this whole that's open wide!<br />I used to want it all!<br />I used to be somebody..<br /><br />I'll cross my heart I'll hope to die<br />but the needle's already in my eye<br />and all the world's weight is on my back<br />and I don't even know why<br />what I used to think was me<br />is just a fading memory<br />I looked him right in the eye and said "Goodbye"<br /><br />I was up above it<br />I was up above it<br />now I'm down in it<br />I was up above it<br />I was up above it<br />now I'm down in it<br /><br />rain rain go away come again some other day. [4x]<br /><br />I was up above it<br />I was up above it<br />now I'm down in it ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21268535-114140053234685473?l=camaralucidasucia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stonerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16065380837134044354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21268535.post-1141082464147272432006-02-27T17:19:00.000-06:002006-02-27T17:21:04.146-06:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6040/2149/1600/ministry.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6040/2149/400/ministry.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21268535-114108246414727243?l=camaralucidasucia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stonerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16065380837134044354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21268535.post-1141082293311148142006-02-27T17:16:00.000-06:002006-02-27T17:18:13.313-06:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6040/2149/1600/ministry2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6040/2149/400/ministry2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21268535-114108229331114814?l=camaralucidasucia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stonerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16065380837134044354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21268535.post-1139567470566089752006-02-10T04:27:00.000-06:002006-02-10T04:31:10.573-06:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6040/2149/1600/Sin%20t%3F%3Ftulo-1%20copia.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6040/2149/400/Sin%20t%3F%3Ftulo-1%20copia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21268535-113956747056608975?l=camaralucidasucia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stonerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16065380837134044354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21268535.post-1138011019110656342006-01-23T04:01:00.000-06:002006-01-23T04:10:19.550-06:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6040/2149/1600/mudhoney5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6040/2149/320/mudhoney5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Hate The Police<br />Mudhoney<br /><br />Mommy, mommy, mommy<br />Look at your son<br />You might have loved me<br />But now I got a gun<br />You better stay out of my way<br />I think I've had a bad day<br />I've had a bad day<br />I've had a bad day<br /><br />Daddy, daddy, daddy<br />Proud of your son<br />Got himself a good job<br />Killing niggers and Mexicans<br />I'll tell you one thing, it's true<br />You can't find justice, it'll find you<br />It'll find you<br />It'll find you<br /><br />People tell policemen<br />They've met their match<br />Down in them desert sands<br />Mudhoney won't catch<br />Mudhoney hates policemen, yes, it's true<br />You can't find justice, it'll find you<br />It'll find you<br />It'll find you<br />It'll find you<br /><br />Mommy, mommy<br />Look at your son<br />You might have loved me<br />A gun<br />You better stay out of my way<br />I've had a bad day<br />I've had a bad day<br />Mommy, I've had a bad day<br />Mommy, I've had a bad day<br />Mommy<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21268535-113801101911065634?l=camaralucidasucia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stonerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16065380837134044354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21268535.post-1137876418056102962006-01-21T14:26:00.000-06:002006-01-21T14:46:58.073-06:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6040/2149/1600/Imagen%20017.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6040/2149/400/Imagen%20017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Groooooahhh! Coming down Sadie, i love it now now now death valley '69 <br />you're right you're right you're right you're right you're right you were right <br />i was on the wrong track we're deep in the valley <br />how deep in the gulley <br />and now in the canyon and now in the canyon out in the yonder way out in the yonder <br />she started to holler she started to holler i didn't wanna i didn't wanna i didn't wanna i didn't wanna <br />but she started to holler so i had to hit it hit it hit it hit it <br />deep in the valley in the trunk of an old car in the back of a chevvy <br />i got sand in my mouth you got sand in your mouth and you got sun in your eyes <br />i got sun in your eyes blind blinded and you wanted to get there <br />but i couldn't go faster i wanted to get there but you couldn't go faster <br />so i started to hit it you couldn't go faster <br />so i started to hit it i started to hit it hit it hit it hit it hit it hit it hit it hit it hit it hit it <br />coming down Sadie, i love it now now now <br />death valley '69 death valley '69 death valley '69 death valley '69 <br />ieieieioooooaoaoaieeih!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21268535-113787641805610296?l=camaralucidasucia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stonerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16065380837134044354noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21268535.post-1137785758726000962006-01-20T13:29:00.000-06:002006-01-20T13:35:58.726-06:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6040/2149/1600/SUC30079.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6040/2149/400/SUC30079.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I Have Never Felt Such Frustration<br />Or Lack Of Self Control<br />I Want You To Kill Me<br />And Dig Me Under, I Wanna Live No More<br /><br />One Who Doesn't Care Is One Who Shouldn't Be<br />I've Tried To Hide Myself From What Is<br />Wrong For Me, For Me<br /><br />I Want To Taste Dirty, A Stinging Pistol<br />In My Mouth, On My Tongue<br />I Want You To Scrape Me From The Walls<br />And Go Crazy Like You've Made Me<br /><br />You, You Are So Special<br />You Have The Talent To<br />Make Me Feel Like Dirt<br />And You, You Use Your<br />Talent To Dig Me Under<br />And Cover Me With Dirt<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21268535-113778575872600096?l=camaralucidasucia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stonerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16065380837134044354noreply@blogger.com0