What's this?

Dado el ultimátum de Sithis, y despues de las amenazas varias que he recibido [en los comments, por MSN, por mail, algun que otro insulto, unas cartas extrañas con un polvillo blanco dentro que recibí ayer y un paquete de extraña procedencia del que salía un tic-tac que, por otra parte, podría ser el reloj de cuco que compró mi padre con los puntos de la caixa (creo que me arrepentiré de tirarlo por la ventana U_U)...] he decidido postear.

El verdadero motivo es que no quiero que por mi culpa dejeis de tener vuestra ración de Sithis semanal (o diario, o mensual, o...); sabed que los médicos lo recomiendan...

Después de deciros mis motivos y de demostrar formalmente que 9 de cada 10 elefantes usan calcetines rosas y el otro verdes me presentaré:

Soy Hack, ese que lleva cosa de 1 mes como colaborador del blog y que no se ha atrevido a postear hasta ahora, básicamente porque soy un rancio de mierda. Como cosas personales... pues no os interesa nada excepto que esta tarde me he convertido oficialmente en una persona (al menos para Sithis) porque he visto Nightmare before Christmas. Supongo que la mayoría de vosotros ya la habiais visto, y si fue antes de los 12 años mejor, porque le encontrareis mas gracia de la que le he encontrado yo... (estas declaraciones provocarán, muy probablemente, violencia física y/o verbal hacia mi persona, estoy seguro). También es cierto que no la he disfrutado en todo su esplendor: tenía sueño y me quedaba sobao(mmm) a ratos, estaba en inglés sin subtitular, cosa que hacía que me perdiese a ratos, y se me aparecía en la mente la imagen del jefe (el del blog, no el Jordi :S), cosa que me lleva pasando ya unos días(lofiu!!!)....

Hasta aquí mi post-muermazo, intentaré no abandonaros del todo, aunque tampoco os acostumbreis.

Como mágica excepción en Hopeless Dreams aquí os dejo 1 canción de Pesadilla, y como no puede ser This is Halloween pongo What's This?:

What's this? What's this?
There's color everywhere
What's this?
There's white things in the air
What's this?
I can't believe my eyes
I must be dreaming
Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair
What's this?

What's this? What's this?
There's something very wrong
What's this?
There's people singing songs

What's this?
The streets are lined with
Little creatures laughing
Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this?
What's this?

There's children throwing snowballs
Instead of throwing heads
They're busy building toys
And absolutely no one's dead

There's frost on every window
Oh, I can't believe my eyes
And in my bones I feel the warmth
That's coming from inside

Oh, look
What's this?
They're hanging mistletoe, they kiss
Why that looks so unique, inspired
They're gathering around to hear a story
Roasting chestnuts on a fire
What's this?

What's this?
In here they've got a little tree, how queer
And who would ever think
And why?

They're covering it with tiny little things
They've got electric lights on strings
And there's a smile on everyone
So, now, correct me if I'm wrong
This looks like fun
This looks like fun
Oh, could it be I got my wish?
What's this?

Oh my, what now?
The children are asleep
But look, there's nothing underneath
No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them
Oh ensnare them, only little cozy things
Secure inside their dreamland
What's this?

The monsters are all missing
And the nightmares can't be found
And in their place there seems to be
Good feeling all around

Instead of screams, I swear
I can hear music in the air
The smell of cakes and pies
Are absolutely everywhere

The sights, the sounds
They're eveywhere and all around
I've never felt so good before
This empty place inside of me is filling up
I simply cannot get enough

I want it, oh, I want it
Oh, I want it for my own
I've got to know
I've got to know
What is this place that I have found?
What is this?

Christmas Town? Hmm...

PD: Duermes demasiado -_-!