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Playlist zombie

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Green Hornet, by Al Hirt. Lo escuchan los zombies mientras calzan sus Onitsuka Tiger. O ya de perdida sus Panam.

 

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AM 180, by Grandaddy. Lo escuchan los zombies al asaltar mini-supers y mercados. La única forma de conseguir suministros para una fiesta en el holocausto.

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She Does Everything for Me, by The Zombies. Un clásico que los zombies bailan... hasta desmembrarze.

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Don't Stop Me Now, by Queen. Una favorita de los zombies para cantar en el karaoke.

The Stars and The Moon, by Kate Swadling. Cuando todo se ha dicho y hecho, los zombies gustan de escuchar esta pieza, caminando abrazados o abrazadas de sus veschos o devoschkas, ambos cubiertos de sangre y bien acaramelados.

Happy Halloween!

Don't Leave The Light On Baby, by Belle & Sebastian

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It's been a bloody stupid day
My baby called me up to say
Don't call me love, don't call me
It's not all she said

I truly love her but I know
I'm bad for her, I'm bad and so
At least she may forgive me for my honesty

My friend came back from being abroad
He was rich and I was overawed
His ship came in
I'm standing on the harbour wall

Another friend, the one I love
Turns to me "Have you seen enough?"
"Let's hang about
There's nothing like a sunset INTO THE NIGHT"

It's been a bloody stupid day
Don't leave the light on baby
My baby called me up to say
Don't leave the light on baby
I'll see you sometime maybe
Don't leave the light on baby
It finally dawned on me tonight
Best to go down without a fight
I know you will forgive me for my honesty 

Cold Wind, by Arcade Fire

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In the middle of the summer
I'm not sleeping
Cold wind blowing

In the middle of the night they
Try to find me but I'm still driving

If you're going to San Francisco
Lay some flowers on the grave stone

There's music on the station but I'm just listening to cold wind whistling

And if they ever find me tell the papers cold wind, cold wind
cold, cold wind blowing
cold wind blowing

Hey Hey Hey

Something ain't right
Something ain't right
And if they ever find me tell the papers cold wind, cold wind
Cold, cold wind blowing, cold wind blowing, cold wind blowing,
cold wind blowing, cold wind blowing

Big John Shaft, by Belle & Sebastian

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I'll make another movie
The same on as the year before
Take a tired idea
Put it in the hands of Hollywood
I need to talk to someone
I've been living someone else's life
I don't get no mail at my house anymore
My manager's my bride
 
I'm sitting on a jet plane
I'll see my baby soon enough
I won't take her to the movie
I'm worried that the lines become all blurred
I couldn't help but feeling something
When the boss told us to act that way
I'm ashamed of my profession
I would do the same again
 
I'll make another movie
Same one as the year before
I'm looking for a story
Something ludicrous to come up from the street
I won't play another heavyweight
I won't play another big John Shaft
Put me in a frock and leave me to recite
Maybe my career will die

The Windmills of Your Mind, by Dusty Springfield

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Round...
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnaval balloon
Like a carousell that's turning
Running rings around the moon

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that I said
Lovers walking allong the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand

Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind