Saturday, December 02, 2006

Weekend Edition 12/2/06...Desilusioname; Disillusion me

Olga Tanon is a Puerto Rican singer that has been around for quite some time. Her style, voice and depth are endless. On my recent trip to Puerto Rico I revisited Olga and caught her on a program singing her new song, "Desilusioname." The song basically tells the story of someone asking that the person they're in love with finally disillusions them into falling out of love, changing their love to hate so that they can get over them. I sat glued to the set until the song ended and when I turned to look at my mom, we both had tears in our eyes. Turns out we're both lyric struck...

On Blast
Have you encountered a love that you just couldn't get over where you almost wished they would do something to disillusion you and make you snap out of it?

Keep passin' the open Windows...

6 comments:

Cocoa Rican said...

Desilusioname

Dame la oportunidad de no pensar en ti y no soñarte mas para poder seguir y ya no estar atada a tu recuerdo.

Déjame sufrir en paz dame la soledad y ya no vuelvas mas desátame de ti para que el viento sople y se lleve muy lejos todo lo que fui.

Hoy te pido solo una razón para olvidarte
Destroza de una vez mi pobre corazón.

(Coro)
Desilusióname te pido no tengas compasión conmigo
Hazme cruzar la línea del amor al odio para conseguir tu olvido.
Desilusióname te pido hazme caer al fin vencida
Enséñame al final que no eres tan perfecto que esto de adorarte no tiene sentido.

Deja mi imaginación dime que alguien llego que no sentiste amor dentro del corazón y que fingías todas todas tus caricias.

Hoy te pido solo una razón para olvidarte
Destroza de una vez mi pobre corazón.

(Coro)
Desilusióname te pido no tengas compasión conmigo
Hazme cruzar la línea del amor al odio para conseguir tu olvido.
Desilusióname te pido hazme caer al fin vencida
Enséñame al final que no eres tan perfecto que esto de adorarte no tiene sentido

No me mires más así que no puedo soportar esta agonía saber que no eres mío y que nunca lo serás.
Fuiste todo para mi ya no puedo respirar entrégame la libertad.

Desilusióname….
Hazme cruzar la línea del amor al odio para conseguir tu olvido.
Desilusióname te pido hazme caer al fin vencida
Enséñame al final que no eres tan perfecto que esto de adorarte no tiene sentido

Anonymous said...

Yeah, I'm still in that boat right now. That's what inspired me to post this: http://gettingmyselftogether.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-does-it-hurt-so-bad.html

I think that we all have that person in our hearts and minds.

Anonymous said...

Yes, I have. Knowing that we should both go our seperate ways it was hard and the love I had for him was amazing. I'd have to agree with That Dude Right There, the person will always be in our hearts and minds because of the love you've encountered together.

T~

Anonymous said...

I dated a man who I later found out was married. I was CRUSHED! I eventually ended the relationship and have not seen or spoke to him in years. However, there are certain songs that I hear or certain places I go that still remind me of him, even though I am now married with children myself. I wish he would go away, from my heart and my mind. I wish he never existed.

Cocoa Rican said...

I’ve gotten so good at proclaiming being over my true love, that I actually believe it myself. Truth is, whomever came up with the statement that, “Love endures all…” is right. I have learned to mutate that love into an emotion I can live with and lead a fairly normal social life with. Hell…with the oceans under that bridge, I don’t know that it would ever be a relationship that could make me happy anyway. Onward and upward to our future “true loves!” LOL

And since I’m feelin’ like that this morning… this is dedicated to “The One”… I’m takin’ it back…

Shoop (Salt & Peppa)

Here I go, here I go, here I go again (again?)
Girls, what's my weakness? (Men!)
Ok then, chillin', chillin', mindin' my business (word)
Yo, Salt, I looked around, and I couldn't believe this
I swear, I stared, my niece my witness
The brother had it goin' on with somethin' kinda...uh
Wicked, wicked (oooo) - had to kick it
I'm not shy so I asked for the digits
A ho? No, that don't make me
See what I want slip slide to it swifty
Felt it in my hips so I dipped back to my bag of tricks
Then I flipped for a tip, make me wanna do tricks for him
Lick him like a lollipop should be licked
Came to my senses and I chilled for a bit
Don't know how you do the voodoo that you do
So well it's a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop shoop shoop

Chorus
Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop

Ummm, you're packed and you're stacked 'specially in the back
Brother, wanna thank your mother for a butt like that (thanks, Mom)
Can I get some fries with that shake-shake boobie?
If looks could kill you would be an uzi
You're a shotgun - bang! What's up with that thang?
I wanna know how does it hang?
Straight up, wait up, hold up, Mr. Lover
Like Prince said you're a sexy mutha-
Well-a, I like 'em real wild, b-boy style by the mile
Smooth black skin with a smile
Bright as the sun, I wanna have some fun
Come (come) and (hmmm) give me some of that yum-yum
Chocolate chip, honey dip, can I get a scoop? (please)
Baby, take a ride in my coupe, you make me wanna...

Chorus

Well let me bring you back to the subject, Pep's on the set
Make you get hot, make you work up a sweat
When you skip-to-my-lou, my darling
Not falling in love but I'm falling for your [super sperm]
When I get ya betcha bottom dollar you were best under pressure
[Yo, Sandy, I wanna like, taste you]
Getcha getcha lips wet cuz it's time to have Pep

On your mark, get set, go, let me go, let me shoop
To the next man in the three-piece suit
I spend all my dough, ray me, cutie
Shoop shoop a-doobie like Scoobie Doobie Doo
I love you in your big jeans, you give me nice dreams
You make me wanna scream, "Oooo, oooo, oooo!"
I like what ya do when you do what ya do
You make me wanna shoop

Chorus

[Oh, my goodness, girl, look at him
He's the cutest brother in here
And he's comin' this way! Oooo!]

S and the P wanna kick with me, cool (uh-huh)
But I'm wicked, G, (yeah) hit skins but never quickly (that's right)
I hit the skins for the hell of it, just for the yell I get
Mmm mmm mmm, for the smell of it (smell it)
They want my bod, here's the hot rod (hot rod)
Twelve inches to a yard (damn) and have ya soundin' like a retard (yeah)
Big 'Twan Love-Her, six-two, wanna hit you
So what you wanna do?
What you wanna do?
Mmmm, I wanna shoop

Chorus

Oh, you make me wanna shoop
Hey yeah, I wanna shoop, baby

Dayne Avery said...

Cocca, who you telling? Love is a crazy thing and sometimes it's worse than crack- making us fiends for its high.

I was never a crackhead but I have been a lovehead. lol I think we all have been at some point.