tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9746258347234160772024-03-14T03:17:01.559-07:00LA ESPUMA DEL SONIDOLetras · Festivales · TiendasLa espuma del sonidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08888186831474358076noreply@blogger.comBlogger194125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974625834723416077.post-52210993137221695942010-07-25T14:13:00.000-07:002010-07-25T14:18:15.743-07:00I am the cosmos. Chris Bell.<div style="text-align: center;"> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixWlg0Z-hctZko6JuP2GEDv9LRIH92hdIMI0R7dEv94Gr8QmZ2WLxNICMnulH4ihUAfGX7wtGVDiKXbqdDP4wW_hZX71HlEv_ucXgX1AwT1DuDpTgXcXd0YhTiCzKXjBKDEq5q2RDhxIHk/s400/I+am+the+cosmos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497955321905406098" border="0" /></a></div><span class="fullpost"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. I am the cosmos.</span><br /><br />Every night I tell myself, I am the cosmos, I am the wind, but that don't get you back again. Just when I was starting to feel okay, you're on the phone, I never wanna be alone, never wanna be alone, I hate to have to take you home, wanted too much to say no, no.<br /><br />Never wanna be alone, I hate to have to take you home, want you too much to say no, no. My feeling's always have been something I couldn't hide, I can't confide, don't know what's going on inside. So every night I tell myself, I am the cosmos, I am the wind, but that don't get you back again.<br /><br />I'd really like to see you again, I really wanna see you again…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Better save yourself.</span><br /><br />I walk the streets, I'm all alone, I just can't think what I've been doing wrong. I know you're mine, he treats you nice, it's suicide, I know, I tried it twice.<br /><br />You should've given your love to Jesus, it couldn't do you no harm, should've given your love to Jesus, it wouldn't do you no harm. You've been sitting on your ass, trying to find some grace, but you better save yourself if you wanna see his face. I guess there are things you'd like to know, it's getting late and I know you want to go.<br /><br />You should've given your love to Jesus, it couldn't do you no harm, should've given your love to Jesus, it wouldn't do you no harm. You've been sitting on your ass, trying to find some grace, but you better save yourself if you wanna see his face. I walk the streets, I'm all alone, I just can't think what I've been doing wrong.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Speed of sound.</span><br /><br />I remember the first time you said you loved me, I waited all weekend, you never called me. So you find him attractive, so what if he is, you'd like some excitement, you could count his same kiss. So it goes, on and on, my love grows and yours is gone.<br /><br />A lonely existence, well it's just a lie, if there is a reason I'd like to know why, something I want you to know, I've told you this once before, don't want you to see him no more.<br /><br />Once again, you've let me down, broke my heart and turned me round. There's a light in the darkness, it doesn't seem far, there's something the matter that's brought us ajar. The plane goes down, will not land, pilot's dead, nowhere to be found.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGzzuXyc5E1sBKyKusL2mTpulmxrVvbcS-qUYhaFBklQ5q70A-Fb68VHNTLb9WXEcZYrAT5nfgywzWxxs6EgOzItnF3u41GKkpWWh2gQQN7f7yBRM643RG8GlrCmj_uWC3Qw5r-UgYzuWf/s1600/Chris+Bell+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGzzuXyc5E1sBKyKusL2mTpulmxrVvbcS-qUYhaFBklQ5q70A-Fb68VHNTLb9WXEcZYrAT5nfgywzWxxs6EgOzItnF3u41GKkpWWh2gQQN7f7yBRM643RG8GlrCmj_uWC3Qw5r-UgYzuWf/s320/Chris+Bell+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497955202882205170" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Get away.</span><br /><br />I know what it is you're thinking, but baby, it's sacred to me, whenever I feel like I'm sinking, you make a beautiful scene. You don't lie to me and I won't lie to you, oh no, baby, I'm feeling low, don't know what I'm going to do, don't know what you're putting me through.<br /><br />Once in a while you're lonely, if you feel lonely, cry, I'd love to know what is the matter, unless you're with some other guy. 'Cause you don't lie to me and I won't lie to you, oh no, baby I'm feeling low, don't know what I'm going to do, don't know what you're putting me through.<br /><br />You want me, I want you, you want me, I want you. Don't you know I'm losing sleep at night, sleep at night, don't know what I'm going to do, don't know what you're putting me through.<br /><br />I know what it is you're thinking, but baby, it's strange to me, whenever I feel like I'm sinking, you make a beautiful scene, don't know what I'm going to do, don't know what you're putting me through…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. You and your sister.</span><br /><br />They say my love for you ain't real but you don't know how real it feels, all I want to do is to spend some time with you, so I can hold you, hold you. Your sister says that I'm no good, I'd reassure her if I could, all I want to do is to spend some time with you, so I can hold you, hold you.<br /><br />Plans fail every day, I want to hear you say, your love won't be leaving, your eyes ain't deceiving, fears will soon fade away, smile now, don't be afraid, all I want to do is to spend some time with you, so I can hold you, hold you.<br /><br />Let me whisper in your ear, don't you worry, they can't hear, all I want to do is to spend some time with you, so I can hold you, hold you.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. Make a scene.</span><br /><br />You hurt me yesterday, I didn't know what to say, you didn't have to be so mean, you didn't have to make a scene. You don't have to be so cruel, you made me feel like a fool, I heard some things about you, they said you was untrue, I told them it wasn't so.<br /><br />You hurt me yesterday, I didn't know what to say, you didn't have to be so mean, you didn't have to make a scene. You don't have to act so cool, I know that you've been to school, I started to feel unloved, I had no place to go, I turned on the radio.<br /><br />You hurt me yesterday, I didn't know what to say, you didn't have to be so mean, you didn't have to make a scene. You don't have to be so cruel, you made me feel like a fool, I heard some things about you, they said you was untrue, I told them it wasn't so.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOM4NMZMGJo3jZrXJziv8QaJ7Jj4xTzVwD9JZ-uvyle5emEyvZH_0pHHII0A0eceHwMaOBs_KXA0XpqeJH_ueVzf7SVFseEZOGYg6ov88IRYY1zbL36yi4LyIeu-cdjqnVgXPUh5Nkqjk_/s1600/Chris+Bell+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOM4NMZMGJo3jZrXJziv8QaJ7Jj4xTzVwD9JZ-uvyle5emEyvZH_0pHHII0A0eceHwMaOBs_KXA0XpqeJH_ueVzf7SVFseEZOGYg6ov88IRYY1zbL36yi4LyIeu-cdjqnVgXPUh5Nkqjk_/s320/Chris+Bell+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497955210734439954" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. Look up.</span><br /><br />Look up, look up, you'll see the sky, look up, look up, he's the light. Waiting to love you, wanting to reach you.<br /><br />Look up, look up, you'll see the sky , the man walking down the street keeps his head down low, doesn't look up, wants to give up, he just keeps on looking down, staring at the ground.<br /><br />Standing here at the corner, I'm watching him walk away, I'm standing here and I don't know why but I'm thinking it could be a great day. Look up, look up, you'll see the sky<br /><br />Oh I wish you knew him, he's been waiting for so long, if you look up you'll see him, you know we're alone. Look up, look up, you'll see the sky, look up, look up, he's the light. Waiting to love you, wanting to reach you.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. I got kinda lost.</span><br /><br />I got kinda lost, I got kinda lost, I got kinda lost in giving. I got kinda lost and what can I say, feeling the way I do.<br /><br />I'm trying to get it across to you, only wanted to be together all the time that it was I saw her, things that I'd done before are gone, I can't believe I'm on my own.<br /><br />Once in a while I see you smile, but you don't know how it's going. I'm trying to get it across to you, only wanted to be together all the time that it was I saw her, things that I'd done before are gone, I can't believe I'm on my own.<br /><br />I got kinda lost, I got kinda lost, I got kinda lost in giving. I'm trying to get it across to you<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. There was a light.</span><br /><br />There was a light so dear to me, I wanted to live, there was a time so near to me, I've asked you to give your life to me. If it's a sign sent down to me, I'm asking you why it had to be.<br /><br />Spending all my time waiting to die, what's the use. There was a light so dear to me, I wanted to live, there was a time so near to me, I've asked you to give your life to me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgauI4ed0sgJx0N56Y1FhDRb_UmdHPtb9Be6JdUHHxi0GnRBjUGEtbHp1lHHiOowwwpzanB7vkh38PwODm_MEGOrtzX-GgN6R2SM5IkBQa96P48mphe4L7IzXQkjDOBMJ1gd12Prc7tgfjh/s1600/Chris+Bell+3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgauI4ed0sgJx0N56Y1FhDRb_UmdHPtb9Be6JdUHHxi0GnRBjUGEtbHp1lHHiOowwwpzanB7vkh38PwODm_MEGOrtzX-GgN6R2SM5IkBQa96P48mphe4L7IzXQkjDOBMJ1gd12Prc7tgfjh/s320/Chris+Bell+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497955219510703890" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. Fight at the table.</span><br /><br />They had a fight at the table, I didn't think it would end, I didn't think I'd be able to go on and pretend, I'd been having a good time, I didn't want you to go, she said, darling, I’m gone.<br /><br />Start dreaming, at least it don't interfere, so what are you doing in Denver, I'd been having a good time, I didn't want you to go, why can't they stop all this jiving, don't want to know.<br /><br />It must be getting past midnight and now I'm starting to scream, she really put up a good fight, think this must be a dream, 'cause they're having a good time, I told them just where I'm going, I think I'm going insane.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11. I don't know.</span><br /><br />Whatever it is you're thinking, sit down and let's give it a try, you know that I'll always listen but sometimes I'm wondering why. You don't lie to me, and I won't lie to you, oh no, but, baby, I'm feeling low. I don't know what I'm going to do, you don't know what you're putting me through, I gotta get away from you.<br /><br />Once in a while you're lonely, tell me you're feeling ok, I'd love to know what is the matter, but you say that you can't explain. You don't lie to me, and I won't lie to you, oh no, but, baby, I'm feeling low. I don't know what I'm going to do, you don't know what you're putting me through, I gotta get away from you.<br /><br />You want me, I want you, you want me, I want you. Don't you know I'm losing sleep at night, sleep at night. I don't know what I'm going to do, you don't know what you're putting me through, I gotta get away from you.<br /><br />Whatever it is you're thinking, sit down and let's give it a try, you know that I'll always listen but sometimes I'm wondering why. You don't lie to me, and I won't lie to you, oh no, but, baby, I'm feeling low. I don't know what I'm going to do, you don't know what you're putting me through, I gotta get away from you.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">12. Though she lies.</span><br /><br />When I look though your eyes I tend to get bitter, maybe I'm best advised to look to myself, I fall every time, though I know she lies, I can't stay away.<br /><br />Stars would fall from the sky and I won't forsake you, you've got lost in your heart is what's sad to me, I'll use every line, anything to make you mine.<br /><br />Keeping me in the dark wondering where you are, don't let me fall apart, you said take it slow but I don't know, I don't know.<br /><br />Lying awake in the bed, trying to cope with the feelings, I don't know if it's love but what can I do, , I fall every time, though I know she lies, I can't stay away.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikvk0kk4anNY4qEE-TR7SSZp_rMcAul5Fg6d0jWI8m7kaD4Cj-wLuab3bELjBKMGEAmoKjvuzR41UsmtZw3FkCt2MMrZCiQOwRx3Y243Yt3eofFura3kvmAX3kYOjnqkbhYdGu3Cs-MY4p/s1600/Chris+Bell+5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikvk0kk4anNY4qEE-TR7SSZp_rMcAul5Fg6d0jWI8m7kaD4Cj-wLuab3bELjBKMGEAmoKjvuzR41UsmtZw3FkCt2MMrZCiQOwRx3Y243Yt3eofFura3kvmAX3kYOjnqkbhYdGu3Cs-MY4p/s320/Chris+Bell+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497955229688575746" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">13. I am the cosmos (slow version).</span><br /><br />Every night I tell myself, I am the cosmos, I am the wind, but that don't get you back again. Just when I was starting to feel okay, you're on the phone, I never wanna be alone. Never wanna be alone, I hate to have to take you home, wanted too much to say no, no.<br /><br />Never wanna be alone, I hate to have to take you home, wanted too much to say no, no. My feeling's always have been something I couldn't hide, I can't confide, don't know what's going on inside. So every night I tell myself, I am the cosmos, I am the wind, but that don't get you back again. I'd really like to see you again, I really wanna see you again.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">14. You and your sister (country version).</span><br /><br />They say my love for you ain't real but you don't know how real it feels, all I want to do is to spend some time with you, so I can hold you, hold you. Your sister says that I'm no good, you know I'd show them if I could, all I want to do is to spend some time with you, so I can hold you, hold you.<br /><br />Love you every day, love to hear you say, your love won't be leaving, your eyes ain't deceiving, love you every day, let me hear you say. All I want to do is to spend some time with you, so I can hold you, hold you.<br /><br />If you give me a little time I will show you I ain't lying, all I want to do is to spend some time with you, so I can hold you, hold you.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">15. You and your sister (acoustic version).</span><br /><br />They say my love for you ain't real but you don't know how real it feels, all I want to do is to spend some time with you, so I can hold you, hold you. Your sister says that I'm no good, you know I'd show them if I could, all I want to do is to spend some time with you, so I can hold you, hold you.<br /><br />Love you every day, love to hear you say, your love won't be leaving, your eyes ain't deceiving, love you every day, let me hear you say. All I want to do is to spend some time with you, so I can hold you, hold you.<br /><br />If you give me a little time I will show you I ain't lying, all I want to do is to spend some time with you, so I can hold you, hold you.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGv7zUESrSclRe5ysGcWQ7q0DPQfFDi-z_2N4WssqmVU9tTg9tvUmEg_W8BDhyphenhyphenPJnubyViEkTQL3hSYsLZ21Kx8i-14_qkyoYfYBeQrcPgfBKrC6uXczNB7NLxeIEJLqLTv-NLfZkV6qB4/s1600/Chris+Bell+4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGv7zUESrSclRe5ysGcWQ7q0DPQfFDi-z_2N4WssqmVU9tTg9tvUmEg_W8BDhyphenhyphenPJnubyViEkTQL3hSYsLZ21Kx8i-14_qkyoYfYBeQrcPgfBKrC6uXczNB7NLxeIEJLqLTv-NLfZkV6qB4/s320/Chris+Bell+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497955222178071106" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">· · ·<br />Año: 1992.<br />Procedencia de la banda: Memphis (Tennessee), Estados Unidos.<br />· · ·<br /></div></span>La espuma del sonidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08888186831474358076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974625834723416077.post-17769725468302714102010-07-24T09:57:00.000-07:002010-07-24T10:03:00.146-07:00Five leaves left. Nick Drake.<div style="text-align: center;"> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtZBHy0QZCjhzYGC5SyX5fzuZN0tXrZeHdr_mMaT1GOc698fARwTEeoa6H8w4u1EsJPCoty5WRjzBYJrOVZWA7guArW94j9jme6AzghlxHubHobcp-4N8wPlAJl2HAAhegNKVu5I9pr5YK/s400/Five+leaves+left.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497518559686564690" border="0" /></a></div><span class="fullpost"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Time has told me.</span><br /><br />Time has told me, you're a rare, rare find, a troubled cure for a troubled mind, and time has told me, not to ask for more, someday our ocean will find its shore. So I`ll leave the ways that are making me be what I really don't want to be, leave the ways that are making me love what I really don't want to love.<br /><br />Time has told me, you came with the dawn, a soul with no footprint, a rose with no thorn, your tears, they tell me, there's really no way of ending your troubles with things you can say, and time will tell you to stay by my side, to keep on trying 'til there's no more to hide. So leave the ways that are making you be what you really don't want to be, leave the ways that are making you love what you really don't want to love.<br /><br />Time has told me, you're a rare, rare find, a troubled cure for a troubled mind, and time has told me not to ask for more, for some day our ocean will find its shore.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. River man.</span><br /><br />Betty came by on her way, said she had a word to say about things today and fallen leaves, said she hadn't heard the news, hadn't had the time to choose a way to lose, but she believes.<br /><br />Going to see the river man, going to tell him all I can about the plan for lilac time, if he tells me all he knows about the way his river flows, and all night shows in summertime.<br /><br />Betty said she prayed today for the sky to blow away, or maybe stay, she wasn't sure, for when she thought of summer rain calling for her mind again, she lost the pain and stayed for more.<br /><br />Going to see the river man, going to tell him all I can about the ban on feeling free, if he tells me all he knows about the way his river flows, I don't suppose it's meant for me. Oh, how they come and go, oh, how they come and go.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Three hours.</span><br /><br />Three hours from sundown, Jeremy flies hoping to keep the sun from his eyes. East from the city and down to the cave, in search of a master, in search of a slave.<br /><br />Three hours from London, Jacomo's free, taking his woes down to the sea, in search of a lifetime to tell when he's home, in search of a story that's never been known.<br /><br />Three hours from speaking, everyone's flown, not wanting to be, seen on their own, three hours is needed to leave from them all, three hours to wonder and three hours to fall.<br /><br />Three hours from sundown, Jeremy flies hoping to keep the sun from his eyes. East from the city and down to the cave, in search of a master, in search of a slave.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCjQ0-kemRneerjJUmCXBIH6n1ncnvsv8R0Jg2w1Sy0bBoTlynvKrDaKvAejljDNe8ubQ31HQCuMb38iHYy0z64kicKAuUQh_a423WASdf68VRxAX3URkX2y33YZXCtS4Epao2R-u3UcWo/s1600/Nick+Drake+4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCjQ0-kemRneerjJUmCXBIH6n1ncnvsv8R0Jg2w1Sy0bBoTlynvKrDaKvAejljDNe8ubQ31HQCuMb38iHYy0z64kicKAuUQh_a423WASdf68VRxAX3URkX2y33YZXCtS4Epao2R-u3UcWo/s320/Nick+Drake+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497518388549751650" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Way to blue.</span><br /><br />Don't you have a word to show what may be done, have you never heard a way to find the sun, tell me all that you may know, show me what you have to show, won't you come and say, if you know the way to blue.<br /><br />Have you seen the land living by the breeze, can you understand a light among the trees, tell me all that you may know, show me what you have to show, tell us all today, if you know the way to blue.<br /><br />Look through time and find your rhyme, tell us what you find, we will wait at your gate, hoping like the blind.<br /><br />Can you now recall all that you have known, will you never fall, when the light has flown? Tell me all that you may know, show me what you have to show, won't you come and say, if you know the way to blue?<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. Day is done.</span><br /><br />When the day is done, down to earth then sinks the sun, along with everything that was lost and won, when the day is done. When the day is done, hope so much your race will be all run, then you find you jumped the gun, have to go back where you began, when the day is done.<br /><br />When the night is cold, some get by but some get old, just to show life's not made of gold, when the night is cold. When the bird has flown, got no-one to call your own, got no place to call your home, when the bird has flown.<br /><br />When the game's been fought, you speed the ball across the court, lost much sooner than you would have thought, now the game's been fought. When the party's through, seems so very sad for you, didn't do the things you meant to do, now there's no time to start anew, now the party's through.<br /><br />When the day is done, down to earth then sinks the sun, along with everything that was lost and won, when the day is done.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. Cello song.</span><br /><br />Strange face, with your eyes so pale and sincere, underneath you know well you have nothing to fear, for the dreams that came to you when so young, told of a life where spring is sprung.<br /><br />You would seem so frail in the cold of the night, when the armies of emotion go out to fight, but while the earth sinks to its grave you sail to the sky on the crest of a wave.<br /><br />So forget this cruel world where I belong, I'll just sit and wait, and sing my song, and if one day you should see me in the crowd lend a hand and lift me to your place in the cloud.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHoSzvR3VrFkqE5mRZnPT7-aZeCl_4WsO3XWxZUTU-md0na8poqqHbItSI1CmAWAAsO8UUeT4TM3J0gXzhmAAD8k4cSHIzxqHtk74iPS5fvQ8FMSg_fCzGXVcT8kciIjFk7Q5GGUSHoYCG/s1600/Nick+Drake+5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHoSzvR3VrFkqE5mRZnPT7-aZeCl_4WsO3XWxZUTU-md0na8poqqHbItSI1CmAWAAsO8UUeT4TM3J0gXzhmAAD8k4cSHIzxqHtk74iPS5fvQ8FMSg_fCzGXVcT8kciIjFk7Q5GGUSHoYCG/s320/Nick+Drake+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497518391084599826" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. The thoughts of Mary Jane.</span><br /><br />Who can know the thoughts of Mary Jane, why she flies or goes out in the rain, where she's been and who she's seen in her journey to the stars.<br /><br />Who can know the reasons for her smile, what are her dreams when they've journeyed for a mile, the way she sings and her brightly colored rings, make her the princess of the sky.<br /><br />Who can know what happens in her mind, did she come from a strange world and leave her mind behind, her long lost sighs and her brightly colored eyes tell her story to the wind.<br /><br />Who can know the thoughts of Mary Jane, why she flies or goes out in the rain, where she's been and who she's seen in her journey to the stars.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Man in a shed.</span><br /><br />Well there was a man who lived in a shed, spent most of his days out of his head, for his shed was rotten let in the rain, said it was enough to drive any man insane, when it rained he felt so bad, when it snowed he felt just simply sad.<br /><br />Well there was a girl who lived nearby, whenever he saw her he could only simply sigh, but she lived in a house so very big and grand, for him it seemed like some very distant land, so when he called her his shed to mend, she said, I'm sorry you'll just have to find a friend.<br /><br />Well this story is not so very new but the man is me, yes and the girl is you, so leave your house come into my shed, please stop my world from raining through my head, please don't think I'm not your sort, you'll find that sheds are nicer than you thought.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. Fruit tree.</span><br /><br />Fame is but a fruit tree, so very unsound, it can never flourish till its stalk is in the ground, so men of fame can never find a way till time has flown far from their dying day. Forgotten while you're here, remembered for a while, a much updated ruin from a much outdated style.<br /><br />Life is but a memory, happened long ago, theatre full of sadness for a long forgotten show, seems so easy just to let it go on by till you stop and wonder why you never wondered why.<br /><br />Safe in the womb of an everlasting night, you find the darkness can give the brightest light, safe in your place deep in the earth, that's when they'll know what you were really worth. Forgotten while you're here, remembered for a while, a much updated ruin from a much outdated style.<br /><br />Fame is but a fruit tree, so very unsound, it can never flourish till its stalk is in the ground, so men of fame can never find a way till time has flown far from their dying day.<br /><br />Fruit tree, fruit tree, no-one knows you but the rain and the air, don't you worry, they'll stand and stare when you're gone, fruit tree, fruit tree, open your eyes to another year, they'll all know that you were here when you're gone.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. Saturday sun.</span><br /><br />Saturday sun came early one morning in a sky so clear and blue, Saturday sun came without warning so no-one knew what to do. Saturday sun brought people and faces that didn't seem much in their day, but when I remember those people and places, they were really too good in their way. In their way, in their way, Saturday sun won't come and see me today.<br /><br />Think about stories with reason and rhyme, circling through your brain, and think about people in their season and time, returning again and again. And again, and again, and Saturday's sun has turned to Sunday's rain. So Sunday sat in the Saturday sun and wept for a day gone by.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhERZ54mXdHiuOPTw4r_VLpLfJM-fiWcvdK6QltAKKBYmgRwFvJbd6sMyZp6MWef2GkwsuJCDyS8YzHLBLUDUG15NXpT0Qg5cQLuDaEtr9KxFW02ocPHOjj4IzXqh5uXieYWdbHAi8vhxS1/s1600/Nick+Drake+6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhERZ54mXdHiuOPTw4r_VLpLfJM-fiWcvdK6QltAKKBYmgRwFvJbd6sMyZp6MWef2GkwsuJCDyS8YzHLBLUDUG15NXpT0Qg5cQLuDaEtr9KxFW02ocPHOjj4IzXqh5uXieYWdbHAi8vhxS1/s320/Nick+Drake+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497518394470699554" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">· · ·<br />Año: 1969.<br />Procedencia de la banda: Berkshire, Inglaterra.<br />· · ·<br /></div></span>La espuma del sonidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08888186831474358076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974625834723416077.post-32792128117813195282010-07-21T12:01:00.000-07:002012-06-24T07:15:17.682-07:00Joni Mitchell. Blue.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Du4Jwp-LEJCoh1Gb3mYnK1_n0cSJNbBpm9XdTy3qjPcsX772A9dASHNYnLu854nimuUX2cLuASOUNIgma4RvlGT4j1EsRnHvJFl4k2RUdvlq50lidoa2sMSkAT7ofLdui9RguUD-gC-0/s400/Joni_Mitchell-Blue-Frontal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688685697761252530" border="0" /></a></div><span class="fullpost"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. All I want.</span><br /><br />I am on a lonely road and I am traveling, traveling, traveling, traveling, looking for something, what can it be? Oh I hate you some, I hate you some, I love you some, oh I love you when I forget about me. I want to be strong, I want to laugh along, I want to belong to the living, alive, alive, I want to get up and jive, I want to wreck my stockings in some juke box dive. Do you want - do you want - do you want to dance with me baby, do you want to take a chance on maybe finding some sweet romance with me baby. Well, come on.<br /><br />All I really, really want our love to do is to bring out the best in me and in you too. All I really, really want our love to do is to bring out the best in me and in you. I want to talk to you, I want to shampoo you, I want to renew you again and again, applause, applause - life is our cause, when I think of your kisses my mind see-saws. Do you see - do you see - do you see how you hurt me baby? So I hurt you too, then we both get so blue.<br /><br />I am on a lonely road and I am traveling, looking for the key to set me free. Oh the jealousy, the greed is the unraveling, it's the unraveling, and it undoes all the joy that could be. I want to have fun, I want to shine like the sun, I want to be the one that you want to see, I want to knit you a sweater, want to write you a love letter, I want to make you feel better, I want to make you feel free. Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, want to make you feel free, I want to make you feel free.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. My old man.</span><br /><br />My old man, he's a singer in the park, he's a walker in the rain, he's a dancer in the dark. We don't need no piece of paper from the city hall, keeping us tied and true, my old man keeping away my blues.<br /><br />He's my sunshine in the morning, he's my fireworks at the end of the day, he's the warmest chord I ever heard, play that warm chord, play and stay baby. We don't need no piece of paper from the city hall, keeping us tied and true, my old man keeping away my blues. But when he's gone, me and them lonesome blues collide. The bed's too big, the frying pan's too wide.<br /><br />Then he comes home and he takes me in his loving arms, and he tells me all his troubles, and he tells me all my charms. We don't need no piece of paper from the city hall, keeping us tied and true. No, my old man keeping away my blues. But when he's gone, me and them lonesome blues collide. The bed's too big, the frying pan's too wide.<br /><br />My old man, he's a singer in the park, he's a walker in the rain, he's a dancer in the dark. We don't need no piece of paper from the city hall, keeping us tied and true. No, my old man keeping away my lonesome blues.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Little green.</span><br /><br />Born with the moon in Cancer, choose her a name she will answer to. Call her green and the winters cannot fade her, call her green for the children who've made her, little green, be a gypsy dancer. He went to California, hearing that everything's warmer there, so you write him a letter and say, "Her eyes are blue." He sends you a poem and she's lost to you, little green, he's a non-conformer.<br /><br />Just a little green, like the color when the spring is born, there'll be crocuses to bring to school tomorrow. Just a little green, like the nights when the Northern lights perform, there'll be icicles and birthday clothes, and sometimes there'll be sorrow.<br /><br />Child with a child pretending, weary of lies you are sending home, so you sign all the papers in the family name. You're sad and you're sorry, but you're not ashamed, little green, have a happy ending.<br /><br />Just a little green, like the color when the spring is born, there'll be crocuses to bring to school tomorrow. Just a little green, like the nights when the Northern lights perform, there'll be icicles and birthday clothes, and sometimes there'll be sorrow.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcf_kC97KT9B41DCLC7JZt_SaOFTDcJ8X6-Ze-eCl9jVHIEl3n2cvl4RujKMoOeU3TNfSRE_h1s4400C_SXihLJxhZ7CZh4Qlpu_kD2P9O8bpbVugnlk6FRpQrpJk-6BqA6DY1VcctYKfN/s1600/1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcf_kC97KT9B41DCLC7JZt_SaOFTDcJ8X6-Ze-eCl9jVHIEl3n2cvl4RujKMoOeU3TNfSRE_h1s4400C_SXihLJxhZ7CZh4Qlpu_kD2P9O8bpbVugnlk6FRpQrpJk-6BqA6DY1VcctYKfN/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688687704938033650" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Carey.</span><br /><br />The wind is in from Africa, last night I couldn't sleep, oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here Carey, but it's really not my home. My fingernails are filthy, I got beach tar on my feet, and I miss my clean white linen and my fancy French cologne. Oh Carey get out your cane and I'll put on some silver, oh you're a mean old Daddy, but I like you fine.<br /><br />Come on down to the Mermaid Cafe and I will buy you a bottle of wine, and we'll laugh and toast to nothing and smash our empty glasses down. Let's have a round for these freaks and these soldiers, a round for these friends of mine, let's have another round for the bright red devil who keeps me in this tourist town. Come on, Carey, get out your cane, I'll put on some silver, oh you're a mean old Daddy, but I like you.<br /><br />Maybe I'll go to Amsterdam, or maybe I'll go to Rome, and rent me a grand piano and put some flowers 'round my room. But let's not talk about fare-thee-welIs now, the night is a starry dome, and they're playin' that scratchy rock and roll beneath the Matalla Moon. Come on, Carey, get out your cane and I'll put on some silver, you're a mean old Daddy, but I like you.<br /><br />The wind is in from Africa, last night I couldn't sleep, oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here, but, it's really not my home. Maybe it's been too long a time since I was scramblin' down in the street, now they got me used to that clean white linen and that fancy French cologne. Oh Carey, get out your cane, I'll put on my finest silver. We'll go to the Mermaid Café, have fun tonight, I said, oh, you're a mean old Daddy, but you're out of sight.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. Blue.</span><br /><br />Blue, songs are like tattoos, you know I've been to sea before, crown and anchor me, or let me sail away. Hey blue, here is a song for you, ink on a pin underneath the skin, an empty space to fill in. Well there're so many sinking now, you've got to keep thinking, you can make it thru these waves, acid, booze, and ass, needles, guns, and grass, lots of laughs, lots of laughs.<br /><br />Everybody's saying that hell's the hippest way to go, well I don't think so but I'm gonna take a look around it though, blue, I love you. Blue, here is a shell for you, inside you'll hear a sigh, a foggy lullaby, there is your song from me.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRHvynTC-CfqWjd3Ip8QcjUlsXSF7LLWmLrvZfqFgXviuwxNnbEDeerjASLnthh0MLf63LlW7Y9RuysOffgwAj3XafFzszA4VIdoumVZOHj1MVKC6YfosYFwTA36_4KoW47rqfZMQWmnUy/s1600/4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRHvynTC-CfqWjd3Ip8QcjUlsXSF7LLWmLrvZfqFgXviuwxNnbEDeerjASLnthh0MLf63LlW7Y9RuysOffgwAj3XafFzszA4VIdoumVZOHj1MVKC6YfosYFwTA36_4KoW47rqfZMQWmnUy/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688687719911817250" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. California.</span><br /><br />Sitting in a park in Paris, France, reading the news and it sure looks bad, they won't give peace a chance. That was just a dream some of us had, still a lot of lands to see, but I wouldn't want to stay here, it's too old and cold and settled in its ways here. Oh, but California, California, I'm coming home, I'm going to see the folks I dig, I'll even kiss a Sunset pig, California I'm coming home.<br /><br />I met a redneck on a Grecian isle who did the goat dance very well, he gave me back my smile but he kept my camera to sell, oh the rogue, the red, red rogue, he cooked good omelettes and stews, and I might have stayed on with him there, but my heart cried out for you, California. Oh California, I'm coming home, oh make me feel good rock'n roll band, I'm your biggest fan, California, I'm coming home.<br /><br />Oh it gets so lonely when you're walking, and the streets are full of strangers, all the news of home you read, just gives you the blues, just gives you the blues.<br /><br />So I bought me a ticket, I caught a plane to Spain, went to a party down a red dirt road, there were lots of pretty people there, reading Rolling Stone, reading Vogue, they said, "How long can you hang around?". I said "a week, maybe two, just until my skin turns brown, then I'm going home to California". California I'm coming home, oh will you take me as I am, strung out on another man, California I'm coming home.<br /><br />Oh it gets so lonely when you're walking, and the streets are full of strangers, all the news of home you read more about the war, and the bloody changes. Oh will you take me as l am? Will you take me as l am? Will you?<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. This flight tonight.</span><br /><br />Look out the left the captain said, the lights down there, that's where we'll land. I saw a falling star burn up above the Las Vegas sands. It wasn't the one that you gave to me that night down south between the trailers, not the early one that you can wish upon; Not the northern one that guides in the sailors. Oh starbright, starbright, you've got the lovin' that I like, all right, turn this crazy bird around, I shouldn't have got on this flight tonight.<br /><br />You got the touch so gentle and sweet, but you've got that look so critical, now I can't talk to you baby, I get so weak, sometimes I think love is just mythical. Up there's a heaven, down there's a town, blackness everywhere and little lights shine, oh, blackness, blackness dragging me down, come on light the candle in this poor heart of mine. Oh starbright, starbright, you've got the lovin' that I like, all right, turn this crazy bird around, I shouldn't have got on this flight tonight.<br /><br />I'm drinking sweet champagne, got the headphones up high, can't numb you out, can't drum you out of my mind, they're playing "Goodbye baby, Baby Goodbye, oh, ooh, love is blind". Up go the flaps, down go the wheels, I hope you got your heat turned on baby, I hope they finally fixed your automobile, I hope it's better when we meet again baby. Starbright, starbright, you got the lovin' that I like, all right, turn this crazy bird around, I shouldn't have got on this flight tonight.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. River.</span><br /><br />It's coming on Christmas, they're cutting down trees, they're putting up reindeer and singing songs of joy and peace, oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on. But it don't snow here, it stays pretty green, I'm going to make a lot of money, then I'm going to quit this crazy scene. I wish I had a river, I could skate away on, I wish I had a river so long, I would teach my feet to fly. Oh I wish I had a river, I could skate away on, I made my baby cry.<br /><br />He tried hard to help me, you know, he put me at ease, and he loved me so naughty, made me weak in the knees, oh I wish I had a river, I could skate away on. I'm so hard to handle, I'm selfish and I'm sad, now I've gone and lost the best baby that I ever had, oh I wish I had a river, I could skate away on. I wish I had a river so long, I would teach my feet to fly, oh I wish I had a river, I made my baby say goodbye.<br /><br />It's coming on Christmas, they're cutting down trees, they're putting up reindeer and singing songs of joy and peace, I wish I had a river I could skate away on.<br /><br /><span class="fullpost"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicuHi07L_f3mtcE80FJtdbBk68CXRN1_rlJ-GuiSV6fB11Ax7dZoiyFUSOtVYI7mf0X6kDd47VbGWYEJjhRP5OIun8rYbQB_YR4cT_F_eKYza0VjFA3lJw5kGoaT7nwkYPr303HrZVCput/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicuHi07L_f3mtcE80FJtdbBk68CXRN1_rlJ-GuiSV6fB11Ax7dZoiyFUSOtVYI7mf0X6kDd47VbGWYEJjhRP5OIun8rYbQB_YR4cT_F_eKYza0VjFA3lJw5kGoaT7nwkYPr303HrZVCput/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688687707794948834" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. A case of you.</span><br /><br />Just before our love got lost you said, "I am as constant as a northern star." And I said, "Constantly in the darkness, where's that at? If you want me I'll be in the bar." On the back of a cartoon coaster, in the blue TV screen light, I drew a map of Canada, oh Canada.<br /><br />With your face sketched on it twice, oh, you're in my blood like holy wine, you taste so bitter and so sweet, oh I could drink a case of you, darling. And I would still be on my feet, oh I would still be on my feet.<br /><br />Oh I am a lonely painter, I live in a box of paints, I'm frightened by the devil, and I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid. I remember that time you told me, you said, "Love is touching souls", surely you touched mine, 'cause part of you pours out of me. In these lines from time to time, oh, you're in my blood like holy wine, you taste so bitter and so sweet, oh I could drink a case of you, darling. Still, I'd be on my feet, I would still be on my feet.<br /><br />I met a woman, she had a mouth like yours, she knew your life, she knew your devils and your deeds, and she said, "Go to him, stay with him if you can, but be prepared to bleed". Oh but you are in my blood, you're my holy wine, you're so bitter, bitter and so sweet, oh, I could drink a case of you, darling. Still I'd be on my feet, I would still be on my feet.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. Last time I saw Richard.</span><br /><br />The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68, and he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday, cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark café. You laugh, he said you think you're immune, go look at your eyes, they're full of moon, you like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you, all those pretty lies, pretty lies. When you gonna realise they're only pretty lies, only pretty lies, just pretty lies.<br /><br />He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer, and he pushed, three buttons and the thing began to whirr, and a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie, and she said "Drink up now it's gettin' on time to close." "Richard, you haven't really changed," I said, it's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head, you got tombs in your eyes, but the songs you punched are dreaming, listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet. When you gonna get yourself back on your feet? Oh and love can be so sweet, love so sweet<br /><br />Richard got married to a figure skater, and he bought her a dishwasher and a Coffee percolator, and he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on, and all the house lights left up bright. I'm gonna blow this damn candle out, I don't want Nobody comin' over to my table, I got nothing to talk to anybody about, all good dreamers pass this way some day, hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes, dark cafes. Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings, and fly away, only a phase, these dark cafe days.<br /></div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6M5_tHRiZRPxv1F1Nm-fbYNCHNwSGjlAPYEjZvWq92eAMrDrhr6HanbNE0zgAY0vb2JZrBoXefHjlq4LWtjbCeBUYKZaeb5rco0h_m2-IoMllExBCi0nzxogdcq8b__c4Mb9HDIUW5Bj7/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6M5_tHRiZRPxv1F1Nm-fbYNCHNwSGjlAPYEjZvWq92eAMrDrhr6HanbNE0zgAY0vb2JZrBoXefHjlq4LWtjbCeBUYKZaeb5rco0h_m2-IoMllExBCi0nzxogdcq8b__c4Mb9HDIUW5Bj7/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688687712344699154" border="0" /></a><span class="fullpost"><div style="text-align: center;">· · ·<br />Año: 1971.<br />Procedencia de la banda: Alberta (Fort Macleod), Canadá.<br /><a href="http://grooveshark.com/#!/album/Blue/104276" target="_blank">Escuchar</a><br />· · ·<br /></div></span></span>La espuma del sonidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08888186831474358076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974625834723416077.post-65889122841486079692010-07-20T11:24:00.000-07:002012-06-24T07:36:37.661-07:00This year's model. Elvis Costello and the Attractions.<div style="text-align: center;"><span><u><br /></u></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI4mAFhekjJYmL9wFhckMVel8By-qGO1yTE7narDK-VDK89C3blP5ytIWDSiJO9IFNI1PC4DZGvrKrFm0qbwN6br76tCZYfQr-_-Zgh8JSFJQ3RfEHnpsqYTp9a-JH-JXhUMxle-FevEoH/s400/Elvis_Costello-This_Year_s_Model_%25282002%2529-Frontal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706848175128562818" /></a><span class="fullpost"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div><b>1. No action.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>I don't wanna kiss you, I don't wanna touch, I don't wanna see you 'cause I don't miss you that much. I'm not a telephone junkie, I told you that we were just good friends, but when I hold you like I hold that bakelite in my hands. There's no action, there's no action, there's no action. Every time I phone you, I just wanna put you down.</div><div><br /></div><div>He's got the keys to the car, they are the keys to the kingdom. He's got everything you need, it's a shame that he didn't bring them. I'm not a telephone junkie, if I'm inserting my coin I'm doing just fine, and the things in my head start hurting my mind. And I think about the way things used to be, knowing you with him is driving me crazy, sometimes I phone you when I know you're not lonely, but I always disconnect it in time. There's no action, there's no action, there's no action. Every time I phone you, I just wanna put you, every time I phone you, I just wanna put you, every time I phone you, I just wanna put you down.</div><div><br /></div><div>There's no action, there's no action, there's no action, every time I phone you, I just wanna put you down.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>2. This year's girl.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>See her picture in a thousand places 'cause she's this year's girl, you think you all own little pieces of this year's girl. Forget your fancy manners, forget your English grammar, 'cause you don't really give a damn about this year's girl.</div><div><br /></div><div>Still you're hoping that she's well spoken 'cause she's this year's girl, you want her broken with her mouth wide open 'cause she's this year's girl. Never knowing it's a real attraction, all these promises of satisfaction, while she's being bored to distraction being this year's girl.</div><div><br /></div><div>Time's running out, she's not happy with the cost, there'd be no doubt, only she's forgotten, much more than she's lost.</div><div><br /></div><div>A bright spark might corner the market in this year's girl, you see yourself rolling on the carpet with this year's girl. Those disco synthesizers, those daily tranquilizers, those body building prizes, those bedroom alibis, all this, but no surprises for this year's girl. All this, but no surprises for this year's girl. All this, but no surprises for this year's girl.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>3. The beat.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>We're all going on a summer holiday, Vigilante's coming out to follow me. Heard somebody say they're out to collar me, anybody wanna swallow me? It takes two to tumble, it takes two to tango, speak up; don't mumble if you're in the combo.</div><div><br /></div><div>On the beat, on the beat, till a man comes along and he says, 'Have you been a good boy, never played with your toy? Though you never enjoy, such a pleasure to employ’. See your friends in the state their in, see your friends getting under their skin, see your friends getting taken in.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, if you only knew the things you do to me, I'd do anything to confuse the enemy. There's only one thing wrong with you befriending me, take it easy. I think you're bending me. I've been a bad boy with the standard leader, my neighbor's revving up his Vauxhall Viva.</div><div><br /></div><div>On the beat, on the upbeat, till a man comes along and he says, 'Have you been a good boy, never played with your toy? Though you never enjoy, such a pleasure to employ’. See your friends walking down the street, see your friends never quite complete, see your friends getting under their feet.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, I don't want to disease you, but I'm no good with machinery. Oh, I don't wanna freeze you, stop looking at the scenery. I keep thinking about your mother, oh, I don't wanna lick them, I don't wanna be a lover, I just wanna be your victim. I don't go out much at night, I don't go out much at all, did you think you were the only one who was waiting for a call.</div><div><br /></div><div>On the beat, on the upbeat, till a man comes along and he says, 'Have you been a good boy, never played with your toy? Though you never enjoy, such a pleasure to employ’. See your friends treat me like a stranger, see your friends despite all the arrangements, see your friends nothing here has changed, just the beat.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL_EDYeqyf0whPLz2QS2lzWS_HJ0DoUDxL6ZCC2EOUvYe93PArhCWA1KDJ4s00ohGkDNItLBsa8T_QzRFEjKafsUiD0AZV_uMvFKs1XK9_7A7Bkp4qO_nQ-52uRzjnQEtkXZE5mFgvtgGl/s1600/Elvis+Costello+1.JPG" style="text-align: left; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL_EDYeqyf0whPLz2QS2lzWS_HJ0DoUDxL6ZCC2EOUvYe93PArhCWA1KDJ4s00ohGkDNItLBsa8T_QzRFEjKafsUiD0AZV_uMvFKs1XK9_7A7Bkp4qO_nQ-52uRzjnQEtkXZE5mFgvtgGl/s320/Elvis+Costello+1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706850831270722930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"></div><div><b>4. Pump it up.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>I've been on tenterhooks ending in dirty looks, listening to the Muzak, thinking 'bout this 'n' that, she said that's that, I don't wanna chitter-chat. Turn it down a little bit, or turn it down flat. Pump it up when you don't really need it, pump it up until you can feel it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Down in the pleasure centre, hell bent or heaven sent, listen to the propaganda, listen to the latest slander, there's nothing underhand that she wouldn't understand. Pump it up until you can feel it, pump it up when you don't really need it.</div><div><br /></div><div>She's been a bad girl, she's like a chemical, though you try to stop it, she's like a narcotic. You wanna torture her, you wanna talk to her, all the things you bought for her, putting up your temp'rature. Pump it up until you can feel it, pump it up when you don't really need it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Out in the fashion show, down in the bargain bin, you put your passion out under the pressure pin, fall into submission, hit-and-run transmission, no use wishing now for any other sin. Pump it up until you can feel it, pump it up when you don't really need it. Pump it up until you can feel it, pump it up when you don't really need it.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>5. Little triggers.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Little triggers that you pull with your tongue, little triggers, I don't wanna be hung up, strung up, when you don't call up. Little sniggers on your lips, little triggers in your grip, little triggers, my hand on your hip.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thinkin' all about those censored sequences, worryin' about the consequences, waiting until I come to my senses, better put it all in present tenses.</div><div><br /></div><div>Little triggers that you pull with your tongue, little triggers, I don't wanna be hung up, strung up, when you don't call up. Little sniggers on your lips, little triggers in your grip, little triggers, my hand on your hip.</div><div><br /></div><div>Worryin' about the common decency, when it is only a question of frequency, when you say O.K. but I gotta cheek to be sayin' you're tired of me when you don't even weaken these.</div><div><br /></div><div>Little triggers that you pull with your tongue, little triggers, I don't wanna be hung up, strung up, when you don't call up. Little sniggers on your lips, little triggers in your grip, little triggers, my hand on your hip.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>6. You belong to me.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>What are you girls gonna tell your mother? I don't want to hear another word about young lovers, or hiding your boyfriend in the cupboard. She's been to see the doctor, so you hope that she recovers. You act dumb, you say you're so numb, you say you don't come under his thumb.</div><div><br /></div><div>Don't wanna be a goody-goody, I don't want just anybody, no, I don't want anybody saying 'You belong to me, you belong to me’.</div><div><br /></div><div>Your eyes are absent, your mouth is silent, pumping like a fire hydrant. Things you see are getting hard to swallow, you're easily led, but you're much too scared to follow. You've been warned, you're going to get torn, no uniform is gonna keep you warm.</div><div><br /></div><div>Don't wanna be a goody-goody, I don't want just anybody, no, I don't want anybody saying 'You belong to me, you belong to me’. 'You belong to me, you belong to me’…</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7m6Fi4Zyqzpe4fX8GRhruM9sBRUXIv5wHip7iwRN0g8ez1c7o0kO9875_Bbl5Rl5JzRURMQVs40Qvqo6AaPO7tYavNfnkA84b8AcPRWwFaaYGTUr1yyT1gYHjd4lLKQ_jAbnKv3po_7Z4/s1600/Elvis%252BCostello.jpg" style="text-align: left; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7m6Fi4Zyqzpe4fX8GRhruM9sBRUXIv5wHip7iwRN0g8ez1c7o0kO9875_Bbl5Rl5JzRURMQVs40Qvqo6AaPO7tYavNfnkA84b8AcPRWwFaaYGTUr1yyT1gYHjd4lLKQ_jAbnKv3po_7Z4/s320/Elvis%252BCostello.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706849164508368482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 300px; " /></a><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"></div><div><b>7. Hand in hand.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>No, don't ask me to apologise, I won't ask you to forgive me, if I'm gonna go down,</div><div>you're gonna come with me. You say 'why don't you be a man about it, like they do in the grown-up movies?' But when it comes to the other way around, you say you just wanna use me. Oh, you sit and you wonder whether it's gonna be syndicated, you sit with your knees together, all the time your breath is baited.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hand in hand, no, don't ask me to apologise, I won't ask you to forgive me, if I'm gonna go down, you're gonna come with me. Don't you know I got the bully boys out changing someone's facial design, sitting with my toy room lout, polishing my precious china. Don't you know I'm an animal? But don't you know I can't stand up steady? But you can't show me any kind of hell that I don't know already.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hand in hand, no, don't ask me to apologise, I won't ask you to forgive me, if I'm gonna go down, you're gonna come with me. Hand in hand, hand in hand, hand in hand...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>8. (I don't want to go to) Chelsea.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Photographs of fancy tricks to get your kicks at sixty-six, he thinks of all the lips that he licks, and all the girls that he's going to fix. She gave a little flirt, gave herself a little cuddle, but there's no place here for the mini-skirt waddle, capital punishment, she's last year's model, they call her Natasha when she looks like Elsie. I don't want to go to Chelsea, oh no, it does not move me, even though I've seen the movie, I don't want to check your pulse, I don't want nobody else, I don't want to go to Chelsea.</div><div><br /></div><div>Everybody's got new orders, be a nice girl and kiss the warders, now the teacher is away all the kids begin to play. Men come screaming, dressed in white coats, shake you very gently by the throat. One's named Gus, one's named Alfie. I don't want to go to Chelsea, oh no it does not move me, even though I've seen the movie, I don't want to check your pulse, I don't want nobody else, I don't want to go to Chelsea.</div><div><br /></div><div>Photographs of fancy tricks to get your kicks at sixty-six, he thinks of all the lips that he licks, and all the girls that he's going to fix. She gave a little flirt, gave herself a little cuddle, but there's no place here for the mini-skirt waddle, capital punishment, she's last year's model, they call her Natasha when she looks like Elsie. I don't want to go to Chelsea, oh no, it does not move me, even though I've seen the movie, I don't want to check your pulse, I don't want nobody else, I don't want to go to Chelsea.</div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div><b>9. Lip service.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>You left the motor running, but I know you're so attractive, getting in some sharp practice, you better not do anything reckless. But everybody is going through the motions, everybody is going through the motions, are you really only going through the motions? Lip service is all you'll ever get from me, lip service is all you'll ever get from me, lip service is all you'll ever get from me, but if you change your mind you can send it a letter to me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Don't make any sudden movements, these are dangerous amusements, when did you become so choosy? Don't act like you're above me; just look at your shoes. But everybody is going through the motions, everybody is going through the motions, are you really only going through the motions? Lip service is all you'll ever get from me, lip service is all you'll ever get from me, lip service is all you'll ever get from me, but if you change your mind you can send it a letter to me.</div><div><br /></div><div>But if you change your mind you can send it a letter to me, but if you change your mind you can send it a letter to me, but if you change your mind you can send a little letter to me.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-SepLxO1SQb8UnOrCpJIeTyPXlcN-F-qnNBHTtnfBBYzGIHdUCq6ssARqdkkjA1gClDkcvd3iOYA0GfCun2gKcD9bmPhmaQd2KlfcTin6GdMzEERUDW0cayQiWF_zKxqMGt1rCPzmqDk5/s1600/Elvis%252BCostello%252BPNG.JPG" style="text-align: left; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-SepLxO1SQb8UnOrCpJIeTyPXlcN-F-qnNBHTtnfBBYzGIHdUCq6ssARqdkkjA1gClDkcvd3iOYA0GfCun2gKcD9bmPhmaQd2KlfcTin6GdMzEERUDW0cayQiWF_zKxqMGt1rCPzmqDk5/s320/Elvis%252BCostello%252BPNG.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706849168961924914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px; " /></a><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"></div><div><b>10. Living in paradise.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>I don't like those other guys looking at your curves, I don't like you walking round with physical jerks, everything they say and do is getting on my nerves, soon they will be lucky to be picking up the perks. 'Cause when they pull the shutters down and throw up in the dark, they'll find that all the dogs outside bite much worse than they bark.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here we are living in paradise, living in luxury, oh, the thrill is here but it won't last long, you better have your fun before it moves along, and you're already looking for another fool like me.</div><div><br /></div><div>I call you Betty Felon 'cause you are a pretty villain, and I think that I should tell them that you'd make a pretty killing, 'cause meanwhile up in heaven they are waiting at the gate, saying 'We'd always knew you'd make it, didn't think you'd come this late'. And now it's much too dangerous to stop what you've begun, when everyone in paradise carries a gun.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here we are living in paradise, living in luxury, oh, the thrill is here but it won't last long, you better have your fun before it moves along, and you're already looking for another fool like me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Later in the evening when arrangements are made, I'll be at the keyhole outside your bedroom door. 'Cause I'm the first to know whenever the plans are laid, that never go further than floor to floor. You think that I don't know the boy that you're touching, but I'll be at the video and I will be watching.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here we are living in paradise, living in luxury, oh, the thrill is here but it won't last long, you better have your fun before it moves along, and you're already looking for another fool like me…</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>11. Lipstick Vogue.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Don't say you love me when it's just a rumour, don't say a word if there is any doubt, sometimes I think that love is just a tumour, you've got to cut it out. You say you're sorry for the things that you've done, you say you're sorry but you know you don't mean it, I wouldn't worry, I had so much fun, sometimes I almost feel just like a human being. It's you, not just another mouth in the lipstick vogue, it's you, not just another mouth in the lipstick vogue, oh yeah.</div><div><br /></div><div>Get to the slot machine almost dead on arrival, just hit me one more time with that live wire, maybe they told you you were only a girl in a million, you say I've got not feelings, this is a good way to kill them.</div><div><br /></div><div>Select the control and then insert the token, you wanna throw me away but I'm not broken, you've got a lot to say, well I'm not joking. There are some words they don't allow to be spoken, sometimes I almost feel just like a human being. It's you, not just another mouth in the lipstick vogue, it's you, not just another mouth in the lipstick vogue, oh yeah…</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>12. Night rally.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>I would send out for assistance but there's someone on the signal wire, and the corporation logo is flashing on and off in the sky, they're putting all your names in the forbidden book, I know what they're doing but I don't want to look. You think they're so dumb, you think they're so funny, wait until they've got you running to the night rally, night rally, night rally.</div><div><br /></div><div>Everybody's singing with their hand on their heart, about deeds done in the darkest hours, that's just the sort of catchy little melody to get you singing in the showers.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, I know that I'm ungrateful, I've got it lying on a plate, and I'm not buying my share of souvenirs. You can stand to attention, you can pray to your uncle, only get that chicken out of here. Everyone gets armbands and 3-D glasses, some are in the back room, and they're taking those night classes. You think they're so dumb, you think they're so funny, wait until they've got you running to the night rally, night rally, night rally…</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq-vKvZ9xK4pABMW2qgejSoLIqUFmu7Mr_r5UQfd8-mCHyeZqYGdmDg52HbG5JdckDJ4ISTVIizZqsCploAgfPSET7vGvDsR5V_yDRMSHhOwc1RF85bvHL7gHT-9KO-VCBZv7LcL7Ltd8r/s320/Elvis%252BCostello%252BCostello.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706849166327922098" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px; " /><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"></div><div style="text-align: center;">· · ·</div><div style="text-align: center;">Año: 1978.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Procedencia de la banda: Londres, Inglaterra.<br /><a target="_blank" href="http://grooveshark.com/#!/album/This+Years+Model/180597">Escuchar.</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">· · ·</div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div></span>La espuma del sonidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08888186831474358076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974625834723416077.post-52284106960021720232010-07-19T04:29:00.000-07:002010-07-19T09:17:58.941-07:00Radio City. Big Star.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCDNT47EdriDhlFBT6DhU7MtX8zkOpVlie3hnni34juZRslrT-f6ioqV1_Nd4hNyR5E4ia4C3MtqrUqCiyZkd2YAqJSoQll78HYBmyR6pO2a16Hep3eWU7Vfp5qn2tMXry3hdky753VEMv/s400/Radio+city.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495578180708994610" border="0" /></a></div><span class="fullpost"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. O my soul.</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Oh my soul mama, I lose control, go ahead, sing if you wanna, and I'll never know, come on, you know it's all right, we've got all night. You're driving me mad, now, you shouldn't do that, gotta get enough drink till we drop.<br /><br />You're really a nice girl and I think you're the most, and when we're together I feel like a boss. Trying to see you, I knock off your doors, dying to see you, I'm down on the floor.<br /><br />I can't get a license to drive my car but I don't really need it if I'm a big star. Trying to see you, I knock off your doors, dying to see you, I'm down on the floor. Never you mind, go on and have a good time.<br /><br />Never you mind, go on and have a good time, yes, indeed. I can't get a license to drive my car but I don't really need it if I'm a big star. Trying to see you, I knock off your doors, dying to see you, I'm down on the floor.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Life is white.</span><br /><br />Don't like to see your face, don't like to hear you talk at all, I could be them but I'd just get bored, can't even bring myself to call, and I don't want to see you now 'cause I know what you lack, and I can't go back to that.<br /><br />Whatever’s all the same, now, there's nobody to know, and I can't recall, recall your name, all I can say is so, and I don't want to see you now 'cause I know what you lack, and I can't go back to that. Your life is white and I don't think I like you hangin' around.<br /><br />Don't like to see your face, don't like to hear you talk at all, I could be them but I'd just get bored, can't even bring myself to call, and I don't want to see you now 'cause I know what you lack, and I can't go back to that.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Way out west.</span><br /><br />She's a schemer and she makes me mad, but I love her a lot, those lonely nights, I was in a big room, playing my things, oh, I wish you were here, she can be so kind when she's not trying to hide, she tries not to love me but she knows she can't. And why don't you come on back from way out west, and love me, we can work out the rest.<br /><br />Why don't you come on back from way out west, and love me, we can work out the rest. She thinks she's a mystery to all but I know what's behind those eyes, sometimes I think she'll make me forget what I need most to remember, and then I'll slip on back, even if they say it's better. Why don't you come on back from way out west, and love me, we can work out the rest.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs2pBrr9KJ_C_oYpOPQSFHJTXgczmQaWrXenm3-ywDnU02FlcpCO1JtJCXb_QSWWe76EnF9eo2zuGlLnOndYTfo-sAWtOVMXZK5nHXIeWp6L8M5djBTiRPSVRKpIJCKTyCU0-gKCzuTKue/s1600/Big+Star+5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs2pBrr9KJ_C_oYpOPQSFHJTXgczmQaWrXenm3-ywDnU02FlcpCO1JtJCXb_QSWWe76EnF9eo2zuGlLnOndYTfo-sAWtOVMXZK5nHXIeWp6L8M5djBTiRPSVRKpIJCKTyCU0-gKCzuTKue/s320/Big+Star+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495651467611989298" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. What's going ahn.</span><br /><br />I liked her face and, oh, those eyes, she left today, oh, goodbye, and looking at you, I'm drained outright, and isolated in the light.<br /><br />Don't resent everyone, ever since I was young, I'm starting to understand what's going on and how it's planned. I like love but I don't know, all these girls, they come and go, always nothing left to say.<br /><br />Don't resent everyone, ever since I was young, I'm starting to understand what's going on and how it's planned.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. You get what you deserve.</span><br /><br />Try to understand what I'm going through, don't blame me for what folks will do, for some of us it's not a good time but you're going to get choosed to, and you'd better resign yourself. You get what you deserve, you ought to find out what it's worth, and you've gotta have a lotta nerve.<br /><br />You just do what pleases you, go on and sigh out every move, you gonna get place in a scene, all God's orphans get a face in the dream now. You get what you deserve, you ought to find out what it's worth, and you've gotta have a lotta nerve.<br /><br />Too bad, such a drag, so much pain went down the drain and a lot of us ain't got many friends.<br /><br />Try to understand what I'm going through, don't blame me for what folks will do, for some of us it's not a good time but you're going to get choosed to, and you'd better resign yourself. You get what you deserve, you ought to find out what it's worth, and you've gotta have a lotta nerve, you get what you deserve.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNWosRy6-QyQ852en_4GvdkdJZCP1Pyozg-7eYcmga4vRKLKL0p22-zBZ5U8yLruPvPhLpq5MB9imxwq8qbrffOim-lgcANb67jC6Hm9vCju3xQyNSELTA7JY3qqsCvGZBcy32BBjw5pRy/s1600/Big+Star+6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 151px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNWosRy6-QyQ852en_4GvdkdJZCP1Pyozg-7eYcmga4vRKLKL0p22-zBZ5U8yLruPvPhLpq5MB9imxwq8qbrffOim-lgcANb67jC6Hm9vCju3xQyNSELTA7JY3qqsCvGZBcy32BBjw5pRy/s320/Big+Star+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495651471538150946" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. Mod lang.</span><br /><br />I can't be satisfied, what you want me to do, so I moan, had to leave my home. Love my girl, oh yeah, she got to save my soul, I want a witness, I want to testify. How long can this go on, how long can this go on.<br /><br />All night long I was howling, I was a barking dog. I can't be satisfied, what you want me to do, I want a witness, I want to testify. How long can this go on, how long can this go on.<br /><br />All night long I was howling, I was a barking dog, I want a witness, I want to testify.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. Back of a car.</span><br /><br />Sitting in the back of a car, music so loud, can't tell a thing, thinking 'bout what to say and I can't find the lines. Know I love you a lot, I just don't know, should I or not, waiting for a brighter day and I can't find the way. I'll go on and on with you, like to fall and lie with you, I'd love you too.<br /><br />Baby, I'm too afraid, I just don't know if it's ok, trying to get away from everything. Why don't you take me home, it's gone too far inside this car, I know I'll feel a whole lot more when I get alone. I'll go on and on with you, like to fall and lie with you, I'd love you too.<br /><br />Sitting in the back of a car, music so loud, can't tell a thing, thinking 'bout what to say and I can't find the lines.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Daisy glaze.</span><br /><br />I'm drivin' alone, sad about you, not goin' home, what's to do. You better not leave me here, better not leave me here, oh, I want you here, how can you leave me here.<br /><br />I lie in the stream, I'm floating fine, receiving things in my beautiful mind, sometime drags, sometime, sometime so sublime, lover, yes I am, lover, you know I am.<br /><br />Now I'm in a bar, it's gotta be where they are, gonna dance in the bar, they're gonna fight on the floor, faster than I can see. Now I'm gonna score, break for the door, who is this whore, soon be beggin drags.<br /><br />And I'm thinking, Christ, nullify my life, nullify my life. You're gonna die, yes, you're gonna die, right now, you're gonna die, gonna decease.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. She's a mover.</span><br /><br />She don't believe anything and she can dance, oh, now, all night, so wild when she's a mover, she's so wild. Draggin fast we go, oh, I dig speed so good, it destroy her in the cruiser, it destroyer.<br /><br />She name was Marsha, Marsha the name, she look like a dove now, and when she smile like crocodile. She tells the man to go to hell, and where that's at is where I'm coming from, so wild, oh, she's a mover.<br /><br />She like devil, you know, she finds herself in catholic school, she's wild. She name was Marsha, Marsha the name, she look like a dove now, and when she smile like crocodile.<br /><br />She’s so wild, she’s so wild, she’s a mover, she’s so wild…<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfVHJEVnFKR_x4VhnPN3Tt5Cq2LeFVjGdltt6BuYUWLrPKGYmicorSLJzvmOv1I3piO4Jo-63oLiWVB_1b2onakUSb5mg3UFhKFiJviWoTl-mNfyOV2dxi3pr18QOdnFb_v694Dy25UEEk/s1600/Big+Star+7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfVHJEVnFKR_x4VhnPN3Tt5Cq2LeFVjGdltt6BuYUWLrPKGYmicorSLJzvmOv1I3piO4Jo-63oLiWVB_1b2onakUSb5mg3UFhKFiJviWoTl-mNfyOV2dxi3pr18QOdnFb_v694Dy25UEEk/s320/Big+Star+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495651478262581970" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. September gurls.</span><br /><br />September girls do so much, I was your butch and you were touched, I loved you, well, never mind, I've been crying all the time. December boys got it bad, December boys got it bad.<br /><br />September girls, I don't know why, how can I deny what's inside, even though I'll keep away, maybe we'll love all our days. December boys got it bad, December boys got it bad.<br /><br />When I get to bed late at night, that's the time she makes things right, oh, when she makes love to me.<br /><br />September girls do so much, I was your butch and you were touched, I loved you, well, never mind, I've been crying all the time. December boys got it bad, December boys got it bad.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11. Morpha too.</span><br /><br />Morpha too small, you're going to hurt yourself, I might call and I might need some help. I don't know shit, and I don't know what to do, I'm in love with you.<br /><br />Kitty asked me to read her stars, I had liked her from afar. Got to play with your hair, I knew not to start, but there you are.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">12. I'm in love with a girl.</span><br /><br />I'm in love with a girl, finest girl in the world, I didn't know I could feel this way.<br /><br />Think about her all the time, always on my mind, I didn't know about love. All that a man should do, is true, all that a man should do, is true.<br /><br />I'm in love with a girl, finest girl in the world, I didn't know this could happen to me.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl5rL4h7J56Psi9p78xWJt6qovd2VZlMWLiB3gefsPNIB1_w_83vqyCd7bD_ah5CQsHAGk0uI1v_JtXNGRRFeR3kvn8olvhEMD_Wf2Hht76Cu2Xx74GbvTJc5Ksw5HWv5uyRJgII1tH6wm/s1600/Big+Star+8.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl5rL4h7J56Psi9p78xWJt6qovd2VZlMWLiB3gefsPNIB1_w_83vqyCd7bD_ah5CQsHAGk0uI1v_JtXNGRRFeR3kvn8olvhEMD_Wf2Hht76Cu2Xx74GbvTJc5Ksw5HWv5uyRJgII1tH6wm/s320/Big+Star+8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495651481979317314" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">· · ·<br />Año: 1974.<br />Procedencia de la banda: Memphis (Tennessee), Estados Unidos.<br />· · ·<br /></div></span>La espuma del sonidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08888186831474358076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974625834723416077.post-40799012402832233142010-07-17T05:55:00.000-07:002010-07-17T14:44:29.624-07:00The Band. The Band.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCGER2OT25_lRzCLTxNGcYapt-zcYDk5qG9mHl3fWnCidOJIaC-QTh3QOvcQeY__bJQZXz6jj7Hld1TvKCd4RIxgWKGMQ8LOwzDltvESx4Xv75GqsXdOUT9Lb_KJ7C1iQZlrJ-_FVstYXH/s400/The+Band.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494858233340851714" border="0" /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></div><span class="fullpost"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Across the great divide.</span><br /><br />Standing by your window in pain, a pistol in your hand, and I beg you dear Molly, girl, try to understand your man the best you can. Across the great divide just grab your hat and take that ride, get yourself a bride and bring your children down to the riverside.<br /><br />I had a goal in my younger days, I nearly wrote my will, but I changed my mind for the better, I'm at the still, had my fill and I'm fit to kill. Across the great divide just grab your hat and take that ride, get yourself a bride and bring your children down to the riverside.<br /><br />Pinball machine and a queen, I nearly took a bust, I tried to keep my hands to myself, you say it's a must but who can you trust? Harvest moon shining down from the sky, a weary sign for all, I'm gonna leave this one horse town, had to stall 'til the fall, now I'm gonna crawl across the great divide.<br /><br />Now Molly dear don't you shed a tear, your time will surely come, you'll feed your man chicken every Sunday, now tell me honey, what you done with the gun? Across the great divide just grab your hat and take that ride, get yourself a bride and bring your children down to the riverside.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Rag mama rag.</span><br /><br />Rag mama, rag, I can't believe it’s true, rag mama, rag, what did you do? I go on up to the railroad track, let the 4:19 scratch my back. Sag mama, sag, what's come over you? Rag mama, rag, I'm pulling out your gag. Gonna turn you loose like an old caboose, got a tail I need to drag.<br /><br />I ask about your turtle and you ask about the weather, I can't jump the hurdle and we can't get together, we could be relaxin' in my sleepin' bag, but all you want to do for me, mama, is, rag Mama, rag, there's nowhere to go, rag mama rag, come on, resin up the bow.<br /><br />Rag mama, rag, where do you run? Rag mama, rag, bring your skinny little body back home. It's dog eat dog, cat eat mouse, you can rag Mama, rag, all over my house.<br /><br />Hail stones beating on the roof, the bourbon is hundred proof, it's you and me, and the telephone, our destiny is quite well known, we don't need to sit and brag, all we gotta do is rag mama, rag mama, rag. Rag mama, rag, where do you roam? Rag mama, rag, bring your skinny little body back home.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. The night they drove old Dixie down.</span><br /><br />Virgil Caine is the name and I served on the Danville train, till Stoneman's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again. In the winter of sixty five we were hungry, just barely alive, by May the tenth Richmond had fell, it's a time I remember, oh, so well.<br /><br />The night they drove old Dixie down and the bells were ringing, the night they drove old Dixie down and the people were singing, they went, la, la…<br /><br />Back with my wife in Tennessee when one day she called to me, Virgil, quick, come, see, there goes Robert E. Lee. Now I don't mind chopping wood and I don't care if the money's no good, you take what you need and you leave the rest, but they should never have taken the very best.<br /><br />The night they drove old Dixie down and the bells were ringing, the night they drove old Dixie down and the people were singing, they went, la, la…<br /><br />Like my father before me, I will work the land, like my brother above me who took a rebel stand, he was just eighteen, proud and brave, but a yankee laid him in his grave, I swear by the mud below my feet, you can't raise a Caine back up when he's in defeat.<br /><br />The night they drove old Dixie down and the bells were ringing, the night they drove old Dixie down and the people were singing, they went, la, la… The night they drove old Dixie down and the bells were ringing, the night they drove old Dixie down and the people were singing, they went, la, la…<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJw8-j3rSzICqzcYVdEd1iz1AVponvQU0fchboWlTLM6Q7s40WaQ6DhyphenhyphenGa4lZZIpJxIAodAAFOpHhQoOf4IIS6xvwqB8IVkW4LlrIzU3Gy0UpMfKuoF0DIMbAKCoQf2lChGBY7uRtfIDPH/s1600/Band,+The+4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJw8-j3rSzICqzcYVdEd1iz1AVponvQU0fchboWlTLM6Q7s40WaQ6DhyphenhyphenGa4lZZIpJxIAodAAFOpHhQoOf4IIS6xvwqB8IVkW4LlrIzU3Gy0UpMfKuoF0DIMbAKCoQf2lChGBY7uRtfIDPH/s320/Band,+The+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494858128465901554" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. When you awake.</span><br /><br />Ollie told me I'm a fool, so I walked on down the road a mile, went to the house that brings a smile, sat upon my grandpa's knee, and what do you think he said to me? When you awake you will remember everything, you will be hanging on a string from your, when you believe, you will relieve the only soul, that you were born with to grow old and never know.<br /><br />Ollie showed me the fork in the road, you can take to the left or go straight to the right, use your days and save your nights, be careful where you step, and watch what you eat, sleep with the light on and you got it beat. When you awake you will remember everything, you will be hanging on a string from your, when you believe, you will relieve the only soul, that you were born with to grow old and never know.<br /><br />Ollie warned me, it's a mean old world, the street don't greet you, yes, it's true, but what am I supposed to do. Read the writing on the wall, I heard it when I was very small. When you awake you will remember everything, you will be hanging on a string from your, when you believe, you will relieve the only soul, that you were born with to grow old and never know.<br /><br />Wash my hand in lye water, I got a date with the captains daughter, you can go and tell your brother, we sure gonna love one another. You may be right and you might be wrong, I ain't gonna worry all day long, snow's gonna come and the frost gonna bite, my old car froze up last night, ain't no reason to hang my head, I could wake up in the morning dead. And if I thought it would do any good, I'd stand on the rock where Moses stood.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. Up on Cripple Creek.</span><br /><br />When I get off of this mountain, you know where I want to go? Straight down the Mississippi river to the Gulf of Mexico, to Lake Charles, Louisiana, little Bessie, girl that I once knew, she told me just to come on by if there's anything she could do. Up on Cripple Creek she sends me, if I spring a leak she mends me, I don't have to speak, she defends me, a drunkard's dream if I ever did see one.<br /><br />Good luck had just stung me, to the race track I did go, she bet on one horse to win and I bet on another to show, the odds were in my favor, I had them five to one, when that nag to win came around the track, sure enough she had won. Up on Cripple Creek she sends me, if I spring a leak she mends me, I don't have to speak, she defends me, a drunkard's dream if I ever did see one.<br /><br />I took up all of my winnings and I gave my little Bessie half, and she tore it up and threw it in my face, just for a laugh, now there's one thing in the whole wide world I sure would like to see, that's when that little love of mine, dips her doughnut in my tea. Up on Cripple Creek she sends me, if I spring a leak she mends me, I don't have to speak, she defends me, a drunkard's dream if I ever did see one.<br /><br />Now me and my mate were back at the shack, we had Spike Jones on the box, she said, I can't take the way he sings but I love to hear him talk, now that just gave my heart a throb, to the bottom of my feet, and I swore and I took another pull, my Bessie can't be beat. Up on Cripple Creek she sends me, if I spring a leak she mends me, I don't have to speak, she defends me, a drunkard's dream if I ever did see one.<br /><br />As there's a flood out in California and up north it's freezing cold, and this living on the road is getting pretty old, so I guess I'll call up my big mama, tell her I'll be rolling in, but you know, deep down, I'm kind of tempted to go and see my Bessie again. Up on Cripple Creek she sends me, if I spring a leak she mends me, I don't have to speak, she defends me, a drunkard's dream if I ever did see one.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. Wispering pines.</span><br /><br />If you find me in a gloom or catch me in a dream, inside my lonely room there is no in between, whispering pines, rising of the tide, if only one star shines, that's just enough to get inside. I will wait until it all goes 'round, with you in sight, the lost are found.<br /><br />Foghorn through the night, calling out to sea, protect my only light 'cause she once belonged to me, let the waves rush in, let the seagulls cry, for if I live again, these hopes will never die. I can feel you standing there but I don’t see you anywhere.<br /><br />Standing by the well, wishing for the rains, reaching to the clouds, for nothing else remains, drifting in a daze when evening will be done, try looking through a haze at an empty house, in the cold, cold sun. I will wait until it all goes ‘round, with you in sight, the lost are found.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGG6UxPHW44NRcIf09gBHUJUPqsUPVnFX5Rmx8gE8QxZPTcHPiFxEqVkNmUaFeIHPIyCpS-zM6JbPxnvUt87kiupQpy0fycYa_4xNFDp6vBGBymKwLDYMRrvvZXCEoGjGlL_zg-Eysoqu1/s1600/Band,+The+5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGG6UxPHW44NRcIf09gBHUJUPqsUPVnFX5Rmx8gE8QxZPTcHPiFxEqVkNmUaFeIHPIyCpS-zM6JbPxnvUt87kiupQpy0fycYa_4xNFDp6vBGBymKwLDYMRrvvZXCEoGjGlL_zg-Eysoqu1/s320/Band,+The+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494858131366182066" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. Jemima surrender.</span><br /><br />Jemima surrender, I'm gonna give it to you, ain't no pretender, gonna ride in my canoe. If I were a barker in a girly show, tell you what I'd do, I'd lock the door, tear my shirt and let my river flow. Oh, sweet Jemima, wont'cha come out tonight? The ground is so warm and the moon is so bright.<br /><br />Jemima surrender, that’s all you have to do, I'll bring over my Fender and I'll play all night for you. There's a bird on my head and his mouth won't talk, you know he laughs just like a goose but looks like a hawk, Jemima, you know what I'm try'n to say, meet me in front and we'll fly away.<br /><br />You can change your name, you can find a new walk, you can change a lock, its all the same, you don't have to give out if you'll only give in, you can jump and shout but can't you see girl, that I'm bound to win.<br /><br />Jemima surrender, I'm gonna give it to you, ain't no pretender, gonna see my tattoo. I hand you my rod and you hand me that line, that's what you do, now, we ain't doing much fishing or drinking any wine. Sweet Jemima, if I were king, I'd fix you up with a diamond ring.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Rockin' chair.</span><br /><br />Hang around, Willie Boy, don't you raise the sails anymore, it's for sure, I've spent my whole life at sea and I'm pushing age seventy-three, now, there's only one place that is meant for me. Oh, to be home again down in old Virginny, with my very best friend, they call him Ragtime Willie, we’re gonna soothe away the rest of our years, we're gonna put away all of our tears, that big rockin' chair 'wont' go nowhere.<br /><br />Slow down, Willie Boy, your heart's gonna give right out on you, it's true, and I believe I know what we should do, turn the stern and point to shore, the seven seas won't carry us no more. Oh, to be home again down in old Virginny, with my very best friend, they call him Ragtime Willie, I can't wait to sniff that air, dip'n snuff, I won't have no care, that big rockin' chair won't go nowhere.<br /><br />Hear the sound, Willie Boy, the flyin' Dutchman's on the reef, it's my belief we've used up all our time, this hill's to steep to climb, and the days that remain ain't worth a dime. Oh, to be home again down in old Virginny, with my very best friend, they call him Ragtime Willie, would-a-been nice just t'see the folks, listen once again to the stale jokes, that big rockin' chair won't go nowhere.<br /><br />I can hear something calling on me and you know where I want to be, oh, Willie don't you hear that sound, oh, to be home again down in old Virginny, I just want to get my feet back on the ground, oh, to be home again down in old Virginny, I'd love to see my very best friend, they call him Ragtime Willie, I believe old rockin chair's got me.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. Look out Cleveland.</span><br /><br />Look out, Cleveland, the storm is comin' through, and it's runnin' right up on you, look out, Houston, there'll be thunder on the hill, bye bye, baby, don't cha lie so still.<br /><br />Was Wednesday evenin' when first we heard the word, it did not come by train nor bird, it was when Ben Pike stepped down to say, this old town's gonna blow away.<br /><br />Look out, Cleveland, the storm is comin' through, and it's runnin' right up on you, look out, Houston, there'll be thunder on the hill, bye bye, baby, don't cha lie so still.<br /><br />Chain lightning, fighting as it may seem, must not be mistaken for just another dream, justice of peace don't know his own fate, but he'll go down in the shelter late.<br /><br />Look out, Cleveland, the storm is comin' through, and it's runnin' right up on you, look out, Houston, there'll be thunder on the hill, bye bye, baby, don't cha lie so still.<br /><br />Hiding your money won't do no good, build a big wall, you know you would if you could, yeah, when clouds of warnin' come into view, it'll get the old woman right outta her shoe.<br /><br />Look out, Cleveland, the storm is comin' through, and it's runnin' right up on you, look out, Houston, there'll be thunder on the hill, bye bye, baby, don't cha lie so still.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhher1H7k_Iiv1fFBINmnnRs4OJb5BLEtuAPBWV1H-iqTIaSeSQ3oNsJIqIiTPptPTcN1tO-YYsdAgjU53QCvmWCn5w0baTsuNHaSNFtZOWJXcR662u5-iN1hUQagR_su4WReSrNN93jYf/s1600/Band,+The+6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhher1H7k_Iiv1fFBINmnnRs4OJb5BLEtuAPBWV1H-iqTIaSeSQ3oNsJIqIiTPptPTcN1tO-YYsdAgjU53QCvmWCn5w0baTsuNHaSNFtZOWJXcR662u5-iN1hUQagR_su4WReSrNN93jYf/s320/Band,+The+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494858140514441474" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. Jawbone.</span><br /><br />Oh, Jawbone, when did you first go wrong? Oh, Jawbone, where is it you belong? Three time looser, you'll never learn, lay down your tools before you burn, you keep on runnin' and hidin' your face, spreading your heat all over the place. I'm a thief and I dig it, I'm up on a beef, I'm gonna rig it, I'm a thief and I dig it.<br /><br />Oh, Jawbone, why don't you sit and moan? Oh, Jawbone, you know that it's stone for stone. Sneak through the night upon your toes, to look in your eye, it never shows, your name upon the post office wall, put you on edge 'cause they wrote it too small. . I'm a thief and I dig it, I'm up on a beef, I'm gonna rig it, I'm a thief and I dig it.<br /><br />Oh, Jawbone, revenge stays on your mind, oh, Jawbone, you been doin' too much time. Pull off a job with an inside man who needs the cash and likes your plan, then you will know just who to thank, when you land right back in the tank. . I'm a thief and I dig it, I'm up on a beef, I'm gonna rig it, I'm a thief and I dig it.<br /><br />Oh, Jawbone, why dont'cha go home? Oh, Jawbone, where is it you belong? Boostin' and goin' out on the lam, you know that you'll steal anything that you can, temptation stands just behind the door, so what you wanna go and open it for? I'm a thief and I dig it, I'm up on a beef, I'm gonna rig it, I'm a thief and I dig it.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11. The unfaithful servant.</span><br /><br />Unfaithful servant, I hear you leaving soon in the morning, what did you do to the lady, that she's gonna have to send you away? Unfaithful servant, you don't have to say you're sorry, if you done it just for the spite or did you do it just for the glory?<br /><br />Like a stranger you turned your back, left your keys and gone to pack, bear in mind who's to blame, and all the shame, she really cared, the time she spared and the home you shared.<br /><br />Unfaithful servant, I can hear the whistle blowing, yes, that train is a-comin' and soon you'll be going, let us not bow our heads for we won't be complaining, life has been good to us all, even when that sky is raining.<br /><br />To take it like a grain of salt is all I can do, it's no one's fault, makes no difference if we fade away, it's just as it was, it's much too cold for me to stay, goodbye to that country home, so long to a lady I have known, farewell to my other side, I'd best just take it in stride.<br /><br />Unfaithful servant, you'll learn to find your place, I can see it in your smile, and, yes, I can see it in your face, the memories will linger on but the good old days, they're all gone, oh, lonesome servant, can't you see that we're still one and the same, just you and me.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">12. King Harvest (has surely come).</span><br /><br />Corn in the fields, listen to the rice when the wind blows 'cross the water, King Harvest has surely come. I work for the union 'cause she's so good to me, and I'm bound to come out on top, that's where I should be.<br /><br />I will hear every word the boss may say, for he's the one who hands me down my pay, looks like this time I'm gonna get to stay, I'm a union man, now, all the way.<br /><br />The smell of the leaves from the magnolia trees in the meadow, King Harvest has surely come. Dry summer, then comes fall, which I depend on most of all, hey, rainmaker, can't you hear my call? Please let these crops grow tall.<br /><br />Long enough I've been up on Skid Row and it's plain to see, I've nothing to show, I'm glad to pay those union dues, just don't judge me by my shoes.<br /><br />Scarecrow and a yellow moon, and pretty soon a carnival on the edge of town, King Harvest has surely come. Last year, this time, wasn't no joke, my whole barn went up in smoke, my horse Jethro, well he went mad, and I can't remember things being so bad.<br /><br />Then there comes a man with a paper and a pen, telling us our hard times are about to end, and then, if they don't give us what we like, he said, men, that's when you gotta go on strike.<br /><br />Corn in the fields, listen to the rice when the wind blows 'cross the water, King Harvest has surely come.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKdFTs50hl0l-TwPYjiVRepw2iomM00KE3In9AhC7QNeyuFtIy9pQu0SV9ofxAVYEymoBUb0OylEPV-3atwcmwdpsTILD8_dHQwmGb_RirfwwdM-qAObG3n3rHYRC3SW8Iu9fbH2HV6m3Y/s1600/Band,+The+7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKdFTs50hl0l-TwPYjiVRepw2iomM00KE3In9AhC7QNeyuFtIy9pQu0SV9ofxAVYEymoBUb0OylEPV-3atwcmwdpsTILD8_dHQwmGb_RirfwwdM-qAObG3n3rHYRC3SW8Iu9fbH2HV6m3Y/s320/Band,+The+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494858142728681426" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">· · ·<br />Año: 1969.<br />Procedencia de la banda: Toronto (Ontario), Canadá.<br />· · ·<br /></div></span>La espuma del sonidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08888186831474358076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974625834723416077.post-56832584936977544452010-07-15T12:57:00.000-07:002010-07-15T13:03:26.182-07:00Mediterráneo. Joan Manuel Serrat.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUUv0hi6kR1BnOpDBrL8JxXXerJupdojs75ruGsr9RVXhZcmonmRW35f6vaTqY3NKWEESk_qBnz9SFJR9ybDDKK4qIdwC8n2Dw0Rp4gWrV4Pev7tP52XQpTcL_Ymz_tSCZ30196aMeigJS/s400/Mediterr%C3%A1neo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494225006610099186" border="0" /></a></div><span class="fullpost"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Mediterráneo.</span><br /><br />Quizá porque mi niñez sigue jugando en tu playa y escondido tras las cañas duerme mi primer amor, llevo tu luz y tu olor por dondequiera que vaya, y amontonado en tu arena guardo amor, juegos y penas.<br /><br />Yo que en la piel tengo el sabor amargo del llanto eterno, que han vertido en ti cien pueblos de Algeciras a Estambul para que pintes de azul sus largas noches de invierno, a fuerza de desventuras tu alma es profunda y oscura.<br /><br />A tus atardeceres rojos se acostumbraron mis ojos como el recodo al camino, soy cantor, soy embustero, me gusta el juego y el vino, tengo alma de marinero. Qué le voy a hacer si yo nací en el Mediterráneo, nací en el Mediterráneo.<br /><br />Te acercas y te vas después de besar mi aldea, jugando con la marea te vas, pensando en volver, eres como una mujer perfumadita de brea que se añora y se quiere, que se conoce y se teme.<br /><br />Ay, si un día para mi mal viene a buscarme la parca, empujad al mar mi barca con un levante otoñal y dejad que el temporal desguace sus alas blancas, y a mi enterradme sin duelo entre la playa y el cielo, en la ladera de un monte más alto que el horizonte, quiero tener buena vista.<br /><br />Mi cuerpo será camino, le daré verde a los pinos y amarillo a la genista, cerca del mar porque yo nací en el Mediterráneo, nací en el Mediterráneo, nací en el Mediterráneo.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Aquellas pequeñas cosas.</span><br /><br />Uno se cree que los mató el tiempo y la ausencia pero su tren vendió boleto de ida y vuelta, son aquellas pequeñas cosas que nos dejó un tiempo de rosas, en un rincón, en un papel o en un cajón.<br /><br />Como un ladrón te acechan detrás de la puerta, te tienen tan a su merced como hojas muertas que el viento arrastra allá o aquí, que te sonríen tristes y nos hacen que lloremos cuando nadie nos ve.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Mujer que yo quiero.</span><br /><br />La mujer que yo quiero no necesita bañarse cada noche en agua bendita, tiene muchos defectos, dice mi madre, y demasiados huesos, dice mi padre, pero ella es mas verdad que el pan y la tierra, mi amor es un amor de antes de la guerra, para saberlo, la mujer que yo quiero no necesita deshojar cada noche una margarita.<br /><br />La mujer que yo quiero es fruta jugosa, prendida en mi alma como si cualquier cosa, con ella quieren dármela mis amigos y se amargan la vida mis enemigos, porque, sin querer tú, te envuelve su arrullo, y contra su calor se pierde el orgullo y la vergüenza, la mujer que yo quiero es fruta jugosa, madurando feliz, dulce y vanidosa.<br /><br />La mujer que yo quiero me ató a su yunta para sembrar la tierra de punta a punta, de un amor que nos habla con voz de sabio y tiene de mujer la piel y los labios, son todos suyos mis compañeros de antes, mi perro, mi scalextric y mis amantes, pobre Juanito, la mujer que yo quiero me ató a su yunta pero, por favor, no se lo digas nunca, pero, por favor, no se lo digas nunca.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYgQL-McsLugRMCQ5eRHKfX52OmDDEQQR9jC03_aeSdQb_1rWsZWx_kG9w7RcPmO0yApbt7gZwx1EANier_c7h02c1EJ0-rjsVXMFLQGtMhC38U4PMnRSaV588jsAzCCR8EFY3wYCJqd7L/s1600/Joan+Manuel+Serrat+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYgQL-McsLugRMCQ5eRHKfX52OmDDEQQR9jC03_aeSdQb_1rWsZWx_kG9w7RcPmO0yApbt7gZwx1EANier_c7h02c1EJ0-rjsVXMFLQGtMhC38U4PMnRSaV588jsAzCCR8EFY3wYCJqd7L/s320/Joan+Manuel+Serrat+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494224805237623250" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Pueblo blanco.</span><br /><br />Colgado de un barranco duerme mi pueblo blanco, bajo un cielo que, a fuerza de no ver nunca el mar, se olvidó de llorar. Por sus callejas de polvo y piedra, por no pasar, ni pasó la guerra, sólo el olvido camina lento bordeando la cañada donde no crece una flor ni trashuma un pastor.<br /><br />El sacristán ha visto hacerse viejo al cura, el cura ha visto al cabo y el cabo al sacristán, y mi pueblo después vio morir a los tres, y me pregunto, por qué nacerá gente si nacer o morir es indiferente.<br /><br />De la siega a la siembra se vive en la taberna, las comadres murmuran su historia en el umbral de sus casas de cal, y las muchachas hacen bolillos buscando, ocultas tras los visillos, a ese hombre joven que noche a noche forjaron en su mente, fuerte para ser su señor y tierno para el amor.<br /><br />Ellas sueñan con él y él con irse muy lejos de su pueblo, y los viejos sueñan morirse en paz, y morir por morir, quieren morirse al sol, la boca abierta al calor como lagartos, medio ocultos tras un sombrero de esparto.<br /><br />Escapad, gente tierna, que esta tierra está enferma, y no esperéis mañana lo que no te os dio ayer, que no hay nada que hacer. Toma tu mula, tu hembra y tu arreo, sigue el camino del pueblo hebreo y busca otra luna, tal vez mañana sonría la fortuna, y si te toca llorar es mejor frente al mar.<br /><br />Si yo pudiera unirme a un vuelo de palomas y atravesando lomas dejar mi pueblo atrás, os juro por lo que fui que me iría de aquí, pero los muertos están en cautiverio y no nos dejan salir del cementerio.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. Tío Alberto.</span><br /><br />Gitano o payo pudo ser, o un aristócrata que ayer perdió su cetro de oro y su corona, camina sobre el bien y el mal, con la cadencia de su vals, mitad juicio y mitad mueca burlona.<br /><br />Tío Alberto, tío Alberto, cató de todos los vinos, anduvo por mil caminos y atracó de puerto en puerto, entre la ruina y la riqueza, entre mentiras y promesas, aún sabe sonreír, tío Alberto.<br /><br />Da todo lo que puede dar, su casa está de par en par, quien quiere entrar tiene un plato en la mesa, pero no os cambia el cielo por la orden de la legión de Honor que le dio la República Francesa.<br /><br />Tío Alberto, tío Alberto, aún tiembla con los motores, las muchachas y las flores, con Vivaldi y el flamenco, tiene de un niño la ternura y de un poeta la locura, y aún cree en el amor, tío Alberto.<br /><br />Por ti valsea en re bemol agradecido el tibio sol de ese otoño que hiciste primavera, el vaso de mi juventud yo lo levanto a su salud, rey del país del ensueño y la quimera.<br /><br />Tío Alberto, tío Alberto, qué suerte tienes cochino, en el final del camino te esperó la sombra fresca de una piel dulce de veinte años, donde olvidar los desengaños, de diez lustros de amor, tío Alberto.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. Que va a ser de ti.</span><br /><br />Hace más de un año ya que en casa no está tu pequeña, un lunes de noche la vi salir con su impermeable amarillo, sus cosas en un hatillo, y cantando, quiero ser feliz.<br /><br />Te dejó sobre el mantel su adiós de papel, tu pequeña, te decía que en el alma y la piel se le borraron las pecas, y su mundo de muñecas pasó, pasó veloz y ligera como una primavera en flor. Qué va a ser de ti lejos de casa, nena, qué va a ser de ti, qué va a ser de ti lejos de casa, nena, qué va a ser de ti.<br /><br />Esperaste en el sillón y luego en el balcón a la pequeña, y de punta a punta de la ciudad preguntaste a los vecinos, y saliste a los caminos, quién sabe dónde andará.<br /><br />Y hoy te preguntas por qué, un día se fue tu pequeña, si le diste toda tu juventud, un buen colegio de pago, el mejor de los bocados, y tu amor, amor sobre las rodillas, caballito trotador. Qué va a ser de ti lejos de casa, nena, qué va a ser de ti, qué va a ser de ti lejos de casa, nena, qué va a ser de ti…<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1lEDJGE3iKwLZaXVMbF6BhPBHaYJ_2I5IVvKcg6Esv3B71Mih5wjfo3wb1Fp5AH3OQibRsHgHYoYtV8YM5F5PWN22ljHfr2v8N0QnkU2Sj-OdivWU7KCAfBnIUAOu21phvh7whh668c9d/s1600/Joan+Manuel+Serrat+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1lEDJGE3iKwLZaXVMbF6BhPBHaYJ_2I5IVvKcg6Esv3B71Mih5wjfo3wb1Fp5AH3OQibRsHgHYoYtV8YM5F5PWN22ljHfr2v8N0QnkU2Sj-OdivWU7KCAfBnIUAOu21phvh7whh668c9d/s320/Joan+Manuel+Serrat+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494224803541463394" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. Lucía.</span><br /><br />Vuela esta canción para ti Lucía, la más bella historia de amor que tuve y tendré, es una carta de amor que se lleva el viento pintado en mi voz a ninguna parte, a ningún buzón.<br /><br />No hay nada más bello que lo que nunca he tenido, nada más amado que lo que perdí, perdóname si hoy busco en la arena la luna llena que arañaba el mar.<br /><br />Si alguna vez fui un ave de paso lo olvide para anidar en tus brazos, si alguna vez fui bello y fui bueno fue enredado en tu cuello y tus senos, si alguna vez fui sabio en amores lo aprendí de tus labios cantores, si alguna vez amé, si alguna día después de amar, amé, fue por tu amor, Lucía.<br /><br />Tus recuerdos son cada día más dulces, el olvido solo se llevó la mitad, y tu sombra aun se acuesta en mi cama con la oscuridad entre mi almohada y mi soledad.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Vagabundear.</span><br /><br />Harto ya de estar harto, ya me cansé de preguntar al mundo por qué y por qué, la rosa de los vientos me ha de ayudar, y desde ahora vais a verme vagabundear entre el cielo y el mar, vagabundear.<br /><br />Como un cometa de caña y de papel me iré tras una nube para serle fiel a los montes, los ríos, el sol y el mar, a ellos que me enseñaron el verbo amar, soy palomo torcaz, dejadme en paz.<br /><br />No me siento extranjero en ningún lugar, donde haya lumbre y vino tengo mi hogar, y para no olvidarme de lo que fui, mi patria y mi guitarra la llevo en mí, una es fuerte y es fiel, la otra un papel.<br /><br />No llores porque no me voy a quedar, me diste todo lo que tu sabes dar, la sombra que en la tarde da una pared, y el vino que me ayuda para olvidar mi sed, que más puede ofrecer una mujer.<br /><br />Es hermoso partir sin decir adiós, serena la mirada, firme la voz, si de veras me buscas, me encontrarás, es muy largo el camino para mirar atrás, qué más da, qué más da, aquí o allá, qué más da, qué más da, aquí o allá.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. Barquito de papel.</span><br /><br />Barquito de papel sin nombre, sin patrón y sin bandera, navegando sin timón donde la corriente quiera. Aventurero audaz, jinete de papel cuadriculado, que mi mano sin pasado sentó en lomos de un canal.<br /><br />Cuando el canal era un río, cuando el estanque era el mar, y navegar era jugar con el viento, era una sonrisa a tiempo, fugándose feliz de país en país, entre la escuela y mi casa, después el tiempo pasa y te olvidas de aquel barquito de papel.<br /><br />Barquito de papel, en qué extraño arenal han varado tu sonrisa y mi pasado vestidos de colegial. Cuando el canal era un río, cuando el estanque era el mar, y navegar era jugar con el viento, era una sonrisa a tiempo.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. Vencidos.</span><br /><br />Por la manchega llanura se vuelve a ver la figura de Don Quijote pasar, y ahora ociosa y abollada va en el rucio la armadura, y va ocioso el caballero sin peto y sin espaldar.<br /><br />Va cargado de amargura, que allá encontró sepultura su amoroso batallar, va cargado de amargura, que allá quedó su ventura, en la playa de Barcino, frente al mar.<br /><br />Cuántas veces, Don Quijote, por esa misma llanura, en horas de desaliento así te miro pasar, y cuántas veces te grito, hazme sitio en tu montura y llévame a tu lugar.<br /><br />Hazme un sitio en tu montura, caballero derrotado, hazme un sitio en tu montura que yo también voy cargado de amargura y no puedo batallar, ponme a la grupa contigo, caballero del honor, ponme en la grupa contigo y llévame a ser contigo, contigo pastor.<br /><br />Por la manchega llanura se vuelve a ver la figura de Don Quijote pasar, va cargado de amargura, va vencido, el caballero, de retorno a su lugar.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP-FgCMbpU6js5eDF0uV23izG07c1GSsqktJFfsolj0MoSkLARkYhDztE5vOxlL6mpdhAYiBTTMJetMriKVMlphT82YNrZ2vOEZ6QL8kWJK0LwwPX7tAnPEdHIZhPFVqXXuNfV3JN070u_/s1600/Joan+Manuel+Serrat+3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP-FgCMbpU6js5eDF0uV23izG07c1GSsqktJFfsolj0MoSkLARkYhDztE5vOxlL6mpdhAYiBTTMJetMriKVMlphT82YNrZ2vOEZ6QL8kWJK0LwwPX7tAnPEdHIZhPFVqXXuNfV3JN070u_/s320/Joan+Manuel+Serrat+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494224809372916242" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">· · ·<br />Año: 1971.<br />Procedencia de la banda: Barcelona, España.<br />· · ·<br /></div></span>La espuma del sonidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08888186831474358076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974625834723416077.post-21290958812715812172010-07-15T05:40:00.000-07:002010-07-15T05:48:54.348-07:00Nazz. Nazz.<div style="text-align: center;"> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3YjynSe_V_CzdesIcwy5_jWYXwRY8ijhNxoV3QDUnnWmwHJVC-0bFZ5bqWuVZ9FV9Tu_8MZqoja69SRcGwbvEIj3V2vl3XIi_qXv2CZtsKi7M3V0jbaQNFzMKixB64O0Es2UERiqOX0TF/s400/Nazz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494112689461928114" border="0" /></a></div><span class="fullpost"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Open my eyes.</span><br /><br />Underneath your gaze I was found in, the haze I'm wandering around in, I am lost in the dark of my own room and I can't see a thing but the fire in your eyes. Clear my eyes, make me wise or is all I believe in lies, don't know when or where to go, and I can't see a thing 'til you open my eyes.<br /><br />I've been told by some you'll forget me, the thought doesn't upset me, I am blind to whatever they're saying and all I can see is the fire in your eyes. Clear my eyes, make me wise or is all I believe in lies, don't know when or where to go, and I can't see a thing 'til you open my eyes… Can't believe that it's on your mind to leave me behind.<br /><br />Clear my eyes, make me wise or is all I believe in lies, don't know when or where to go, and I can't see a thing 'til you open my eyes…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Back of your mind.</span><br /><br />You know you don't have to tell me what it is makes a man angry, but what you do have to tell me, what it is that you think there is to laugh about. Standing here waiting for an explanation, seems like a waste of time, try to see how much you can get away with, you might get away with anything you'd say, I don't know your mind.<br /><br />You can take what's mine, you can share my bed, you can go where I go, you can cry when I'm dead, but you don't get nothing 'til you tell me what's in the back of your mind.<br /><br />You're somebody special or I won't let you be with me, and I don't like to get angry but it's my habit of taking things seriously. I know what you do when I'm not around you, to see you're doing right, I got evil in mind but I wouldn't put it past you, your silence shows that you won't disclose just what's in your mind.<br /><br />You can take what's mine, you can share my bed, you can go where I go, you can cry when I'm dead, but you don't get nothing 'til you tell me what's in the back of your mind.<br /><br />I know what you do when I'm not around you, to see you're doing right, I got evil in mind but I wouldn't put it past you, your silence shows that you won't disclose just what's in your mind.<br /><br />You can take what's mine, you can share my bed, you can go where I go, you can cry when I'm dead, but you don't get nothing 'til you tell me what's in the back of your mind. You can take what's mine, you can share my bed, you can go where I go, you can cry when I'm dead, but you don't get nothing 'til you tell me what's in the back of your mind.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. See what you can be.</span><br /><br />Let's talk about the things you wonder, things that you're trying to hide, when words slip up, you drag them under, making me stand outside.<br /><br />But from all I can see, you've become somewhat frightened of me, but my thoughts run high of what we could be, if we didn't stop to think of what could go wrong on our way there, I want you to see what you can be, see what we can be if we try.<br /><br />Here is a thing we can't skip over, I think you should be around, what one can do, can two do better, don't try to drag the thing down.<br /><br />If I thought I could be something more than I thought I could be, I would take off and fly if it were me, I don't need to be reminded of the things I don't believe in, I want you to see what you can be, see what we can be if we try.<br /><br />If I thought I could be something more than I thought I could be, I would take off and fly if it were me, I don't need to be reminded of the things I don't believe in, I want you to see what you can be, see what we can be if we try, if we try, if we try.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIHcMW41Y96J7wLDHiKJm5hpHkg892d3HWj6AlGNbkAVGD1LoG_s74BnJh8SqTGUIm7wdetYStq9Tl8ZdEdGonHWg5GHPJP6G5lINLTg14lrJOWNSz9aF-j77CYwiUPUFdGYKobE51C4_p/s1600/Nazz+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIHcMW41Y96J7wLDHiKJm5hpHkg892d3HWj6AlGNbkAVGD1LoG_s74BnJh8SqTGUIm7wdetYStq9Tl8ZdEdGonHWg5GHPJP6G5lINLTg14lrJOWNSz9aF-j77CYwiUPUFdGYKobE51C4_p/s320/Nazz+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494112278889869778" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Hello, it's me.</span><br /><br />Hello, it's me, I've thought about us for a long, long time, maybe I think too much but something's wrong, there's something here that doesn't last too long, maybe I shouldn't think of you as mine.<br /><br />Seeing you or seeing anything as much as I do, I take for granted that you're always there, I take for granted that you just don't care, sometimes I can't help seeing all the way through. It's important to me that you know you are free, 'cause I never want to make you change for me.<br /><br />Think of me, you know that I'd be with you if I could, I'll come around to see you once in a while, or if I ever need a reason to smile, and spend the night if you think I should. It's important to me that you know you are free, 'cause I never want to make you change for me.<br /><br />Think of me, you know that I'd be with you if I could, I'll come around to see you once in a while, or if I ever need a reason to smile, and spend the night if you think I should. Sometimes I thought it wasn't so bad, sometimes I thought it wasn't so bad.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. Wildwood blues.</span><br /><br />Got them old, Wildwood blues, got them old, Wildwood blues, Wildwood town, some bad news, got them old, Wildwood blues.<br /><br />Drinking beer by the sea, giant baseball park by the sea, looking like nineteen fifty three, vegetable soup by the sea, look, Harvey, a crab.<br /><br />Got into town on the four forty five, I could hardly wait to arrive, local yokel hippies start performing their tricks, I try to make it out on the four forty six.<br /><br />Luxurious accommodations, room and board, but I take no anger until I fall on the floor, baskets, sea shells, anything became my bed, the local yokels and Jeanie jumped in just the same now.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. If that's the way you feel.</span><br /><br />If that's the way you feel don't change your mind, be sure this time, I don't really mind, I don't really mind if that's the way you feel, let this be gone, I don't mind, decide it on what you really want, on what you really want.<br /><br />I'm not going to plead so that no one is stopping you, write when you get to where ever you're going to, I might have gone but I'm too much involved to forget all my problems, and think of them solved, I'm not in the habit of running my fears up a flagpole, and I'm less concerned of your secrets than about why you carry on so.<br /><br />If you want a little bit of attention why not make a spectacle of yourself in public, or maybe you could credit me with having enough understanding to merit a wire, besides this is the end and goodbye, it was real, but then if that's the way you feel, let this be gone, I don't mind, decide it on what you really want, on what you really want.<br /><br />If that's the way you feel I don’t mind, if that's the way you feel I don’t mind, f that's the way you feel.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivWHcgvOJfT_TH16YKiOAYDS3FV2mio8KHKcNDCGEpGSMF69T0ckDD9dWzmYWqM73rRlTrx_C-Csa-1kNKqt22wKhK-puKG_ej8Hf5xS0MtidnqVLsOM3RuxxlMLLVmmGYnWvii3ZWwJS9/s1600/Nazz+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivWHcgvOJfT_TH16YKiOAYDS3FV2mio8KHKcNDCGEpGSMF69T0ckDD9dWzmYWqM73rRlTrx_C-Csa-1kNKqt22wKhK-puKG_ej8Hf5xS0MtidnqVLsOM3RuxxlMLLVmmGYnWvii3ZWwJS9/s320/Nazz+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494112288076464578" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. When I get my plane.</span><br /><br />One of my friends went flying by, he at first didn't see me there, he said that flying got him high, I at first said I didn't care, I can wait 'til my time comes around with my feet on the ground, when I get my plane, when I get my plane, when I get my plane, when I get my plane.<br /><br />Porsches and Jaguars are a bore, I don't think trains are here to stay, I don't like taxis anymore, I don't think buses are the way, and as Wilbur and Orville have said, I think cycling's dead, when I get my plane, when I get my plane, when I get my plane, when I get my plane.<br /><br />When I get my plane, when I get my plane, when I get my plane, when I get my plane. When I get my plane, when I get my plane, when I get my plane, when I get my plane.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Lemming song.</span><br /><br />I was thinking 'bout my troubles this morning, trying to decide if I should live or die, I forgot to leave a note on the mailbox so said I hope that you forget to come by, I'd wasted time to tell myself it's wrong to leave you by yourself, the love I have does not exceed the fear I have of you, when you need someone to plead with you to try again, and beg you not to cry in vain, and be your friend, why is it me? Why is it me? Why is it me now?<br /><br />I was never meant to carry the burden, keeping track of someone else's life as my own, how can I enjoy the time when I'm with you when I'm afraid to ever leave you alone, I wish you'd stop this game or else begin to lean on someone else, I'd like to leave you far behind before I'm found in your state of mind. Because I need to lead a life of my own, I wish you'd find somebody else and leave me alone, why bother me? Why bother me? Why bother me now?<br /><br />I was thinking 'bout my troubles this morning, trying to decide if I should live or die, I forgot to leave a note on the mailbox so said I hope that you forget to come by, I'd wasted time to tell myself it's wrong to leave you by yourself, the love I have does not exceed the fear I have of you, when you need someone to plead with you to try again, and beg you not to cry in vain, and be your friend, why is it me? Why is it me? Why is it me now?<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. Crowded.</span><br /><br />Crowded, my life's so crowded, not enough time to do the things I want to do, faces, so many faces, not enough time to search through all of them for you. See you know what I mean when I say that nothing should come between.<br /><br />For you, I'd do anything for you, as long as I know that you are where you want to be, happy, we'll stay happy, as long as I know that's your way of loving me. See you know what I mean when I say that nothing should come between.<br /><br />For you, I'd do anything for you, as long as I know that you are where you want to be, happy, we'll stay happy, as long as I know that's your way of loving me. See you know what I mean when I say that nothing should come between.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. She's goin' down.</span><br /><br />About time you took a stand but please don't misunderstand, I know she won't be back again, I think she's taken all she can. She's goin' down, she's comin' 'round, it's all over, she's goin' down, she's goin' down for the last time, don't bother waiting for the next time around.<br /><br />The first time, it doesn't show, and her kind, just come and go, she's like a ship, a drifting free, and now she's sinking in the sea. She's goin' down, she's comin' 'round, it's all over, she's goin' down, she's goin' down for the last time, don't bother waiting for the next time around, down.<br /><br />She's goin' down, she's comin' 'round, it's all over, she's goin' down, she's goin' down for the last time, don't bother waiting for the next time around, don't bother waiting for the next time around.<br /><br />She's goin' down, she's comin' 'round, it's all over, she's goin' down, she's goin' down for the last time, don't bother waiting for the next time around, don't bother waiting for the next time around, down.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjng689xG2MNZImzdEQi_AmUfzwZ30kpawujUdvemoANR6em0tQ7haNtV8cLteGuaz6wBY1XSntpo0_BkqFlYRuBw1gHEX-DYmoI1fi5ZSaKDw0nZcUTdO7KI3WvYzouAVuXQKgFDhmiort/s1600/Nazz+3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjng689xG2MNZImzdEQi_AmUfzwZ30kpawujUdvemoANR6em0tQ7haNtV8cLteGuaz6wBY1XSntpo0_BkqFlYRuBw1gHEX-DYmoI1fi5ZSaKDw0nZcUTdO7KI3WvYzouAVuXQKgFDhmiort/s320/Nazz+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494112292751334338" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">· · ·<br />Año: 1968.<br />Procedencia de la banda: Philadelphia (Pennsylvania), Estados Unidos.<br />· · ·<br /></div><span class="fullpost"></span></span>La espuma del sonidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08888186831474358076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974625834723416077.post-23127908829581529782010-07-13T08:22:00.000-07:002010-07-13T08:27:39.684-07:00Document. R.E.M.<div style="text-align: center;"> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidOgUAIG92skceUDTERbyIaFyy6r3viX4uBTVsftruHkCjFJErvEA3xrhi52oFjsh871zX6RqulzkxKuNUWAMdzvHnLWvTH-qo2s6O170-gXby6LmQi1F3C7vYcooAlUIUPBeZe_Sp4X3z/s400/Document.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493411932969800370" border="0" /></a></div><span class="fullpost"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Finest worksong.</span><br /><br />The time to rise has been engaged, you're better best to rearrange, I'm talking here to me alone, I listen to the finest worksong, your finest hour, your finest hour.<br /><br />Another chance has been engaged to throw Thoreau and rearrange, you are following this time, I beg you not beg to rhyme, blow your horn, your finest hour, blow your horn, your finest hour.<br /><br />Take your instinct by the reins, your better best to rearrange, what we want and what we need, has been confused, been confused, blow your horn, your finest hour, blow your song, your finest hour.<br /><br />Take your instinct by the reins, better best to rearrange, what we want and what we need, has been confused, been confused, blow your horn, your finest hour, blow your song, your finest hour, blow your horn, your finest hour, blow your song, your finest hour.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Welcome to the occupation.</span><br /><br />Hang your collar up inside, hang your dollar on me, listen to the water still, listen to the causeway, you are mad and educated, primitive and wild, welcome to the occupation.<br /><br />Here we stand and here we fight, all your fallen heroes, held and dyed, and skinned alive, listen to the congress fire, offering the educated primitive and loyal, welcome to the occupation.<br /><br />Hang your collar up inside, hang your freedom higher, listen to the buyer still, listen to the congress, where we propagate confusion, primitive and wild, fire on the hemisphere below.<br /><br />Sugar cane and coffee cup, copper, steel and cattle, an annotated history, the forest for the fire, where we open up the floodgates, freedom reigns supreme, fire on the hemisphere below. Listen to me, listen to me, listen to me…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Exhuming McCarthy.</span><br /><br />You're beautiful, more beautiful than me, you're honorable, more honorable than me, loyal to the Bank of America, it's a sign of the times, it's a sign of the times. You're sharpening stones, walking on coals, to improve your business acumen, sharpening stones, walking on coals, to improve your business acumen.<br /><br />Vested interest united ties, landed gentry rationalize, look who bought the myth, buy jingo, buy America, it's a sign of the times, it's a sign of the times. You're sharpening stones, walking on coals, to improve your business acumen, sharpening stones, walking on coals, to improve your business acumen.<br /><br />Enemy sighted, enemy met, I'm addressing the real politic, look who bought the myth, buy jingo, buy America. Let us not assassinate this man further Senator, you've done enough. Have you no sense of decency, sir? At long last, have you left no sense of decency?<br /><br />We're sharpening stones, walking on coals, to improve your business acumen, sharpening stones, walking on coals, to improve your business acumen.<br /><br />Enemy sighted, enemy met, I'm addressing the real politic, you've seen start and you've seen quit, I'm addressing the table of content, I always thought of you as quick, exhuming McCarthy, meet me at the book burning, exhuming McCarthy, meet me at the book burning, exhuming McCarthy, meet me at the book burning, exhuming McCarthy, meet me at the book burning.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivPScyGfMkbHvlDHOFa0yV2rVz6g17PH1pc7y1g4bcduOc3KCkGhAcp2uicrlhXb4K4UsL5UCu-Gq7zWp2GODiiPvXipFqRmVClJWbwdS_cEg4Y-XAMD4u9_Nik-hSR29aQIm0XePddH60/s1600/R.E.M.+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivPScyGfMkbHvlDHOFa0yV2rVz6g17PH1pc7y1g4bcduOc3KCkGhAcp2uicrlhXb4K4UsL5UCu-Gq7zWp2GODiiPvXipFqRmVClJWbwdS_cEg4Y-XAMD4u9_Nik-hSR29aQIm0XePddH60/s320/R.E.M.+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493411837939076002" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Disturbance at the Heron House.</span><br /><br />They're going wild, the call came in at early morning pre-dawn, then the followers of chaos out of control, they're numbering the monkeys, the monkeys and the monkeys, the followers of chaos out of control. The call came in to Party Central, meeting of the green and simple, try to tell us something we don't know.<br /><br />They're meeting at the monument, the call came in the monument, to liberty and honor under the honor roll, they've gathered up the cages, the cages and courageous, the followers of chaos out of control. The call came in to Party Central, meeting of the green and simple, try to tell us something we don't know.<br /><br />Disturbance at the Heron House, a stampede at the monument, to liberty and honor under the honor roll, the gathering of grunts and greens, cogs and grunts and hirelings, a meeting of a mean idea to hold. When feeding time has come and gone, they'll lose the heart and head for home, try to tell us something we don't know.<br /><br />We don't know, everyone allowed, everyone allowed, everyone allowed.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. Strange.</span><br /><br />There's something strange going on tonight, there's something going on that's not quite right, Michael's nervous and the lights are bright, there's something going on that's not quite right.<br /><br />There's something going on that wasn't here before, keep your eyes glued to the floor, there's something strange going on tonight, there's something going on that's not quite right.<br /><br />There's something strange going on tonight, there's something going on that's not quite right, Michael's nervous and the lights are bright, there's something going on that's not quite right.<br /><br />There's something going on that wasn't here before, keep your eyes glued to the floor, there's something strange going on tonight, there's something going on that's not quite right.<br /><br />There's something going on that wasn't here before, keep your eyes glued to the floor, no one's going to say goodnight, there's something going on that's not quite right.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. It's the end of the world as we know it (and I feel fine).</span><br /><br />That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane, and Lenny Bruce is not afraid, eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn, world serves its own needs, dummy, serve your own needs, feed it off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength, no, ladder start to clatter with fear fight down height.<br /><br />Wire in a fire, representing seven games, a government for hire and a combat site, left of west and coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped, look at that low playing, fine, then, overflow, population, common food, but it'll do, save yourself, serve yourself.<br /><br />World serves its own needs, listen to your heartbeat, dummy, with the rapture and the revered and the right, right, you vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched. It's the end of the world as we know it, it's the end of the world as we know it, it's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.<br /><br />Six o'clock, TV hour, don't get caught in foreign towers, slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn, locking in, uniforming, book burning, blood letting, every motive escalate, automotive incinerate, light a candle, light a votive, step down, step down, watch your heel crush, crushed, this means no fear, cavalier, renegade steer clear, a tournament, tournament, a tournament of lies.<br /><br />Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline. It's the end of the world as we know it, it's the end of the world as we know it, it's time I had some time alone, it's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine…<br /><br />The other night I dreamt of knives, continental drift divide, mountains sit in a line, Leonard Bernstein, Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs, birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom, you symbiotic, patriotic, slam book neck, right? Right. It's the end of the world as we know it, it's time I had some time alone<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. The one I love.</span><br /><br />This one goes out to the one I love, this one goes out to the one I've left behind, a simple prop to occupy my time, this one goes out to the one I love. Fire, fire.<br /><br />This one goes out to the one I love, this one goes out to the one I've left behind, a simple prop to occupied my time, this one goes out to the one I love. Fire, she's comin' down on her own, now, fire, she's comin' down on her own, now.<br /><br />This one goes out to the one I love, this one goes out to the one I've left behind, a simple prop to occupied my time, this one goes out to the one I love. Fire, she's comin' down on her own, now, fire, she's comin' down on her own, now…<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8mvyeNst0HS8VeUDmZOGiJHdyPZ9GCRkzoLXzkJ8JsQrKera3JXikEpwLg0LsIixeHGDptAtlSRy6aCgzOorJ8VQKU9pO0LvejwWvqkOBxlxHBSDP3awXJud-FxHRXbtyf3qGu19PtPcb/s1600/R.E.M.+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8mvyeNst0HS8VeUDmZOGiJHdyPZ9GCRkzoLXzkJ8JsQrKera3JXikEpwLg0LsIixeHGDptAtlSRy6aCgzOorJ8VQKU9pO0LvejwWvqkOBxlxHBSDP3awXJud-FxHRXbtyf3qGu19PtPcb/s320/R.E.M.+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493411848801795122" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Fireplace.</span><br /><br />Crazy, crazy world, crazy, crazy times, crazy, crazy world, crazy, crazy times. Hang up your chairs to better sweep, clear the floor to dance, shake the rug into the fireplace.<br /><br />Crazy, crazy world, crazy, crazy times, crazy, crazy world, crazy, crazy times. Hang up your chairs to better sweep, clear the floor to dance, sweep the floor into the fireplace.<br /><br />Hang up your chairs to better sweep, clear the floor to dance, throw the chairs into the fireplace. Hang up your chairs to better sweep, clear the floor to dance, throw the walls into the fireplace.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. Lightnin' Hopkins.</span><br /><br />When I lay myself to sleep, pray that I don't go too deep, lightnin' won, lightnin' won, because it's cold down, gold down there, crow.<br /><br />Flat lands, low lands on the track, shows the water, pan the track, lightnin' won, lightnin' won, close up hands to silhouette, crow. Lightnin' won, lightnin' won.<br /><br />Hound bark on the track, hound crow hold onto your hat, lightnin' won, lightnin' won, low lands, timberlands, bad lands, bird lands.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. King of birds.</span><br /><br />A thumbnail sketch, a jeweler's stone, a mean idea to call my own, old man don't lay so still, you're not yet young, there's time to teach, point to point, point observation, children carry reservations. Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold, leaves me cold, a mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly.<br /><br />Singer sing me a given, singer sing me a song, standing on the shoulders of giants, everybody's looking on, old man don't lay so still you're not yet young, there's time to teach, point to point, point observation, children carry reservations. Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold, a mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly away, away, away.<br /><br />I am king of all I see, my kingdom for a voice, old man don't lay so still, you're not yet young, there's time to teach, point to point, point observation, children carry reservations. Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold, leaves me cold, a mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly away, away, away. Everybody hit the ground…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11. Oddfellows local 151.</span><br /><br />Oddfellows local 151 behind the firehouse where Peewee sits to prove a sage to teach, Peewee gathered up his proof, reached up and scratched his head, fell down and hit the ground again. Firehouse, firehouse.<br /><br />Why do the heathens rage behind the firehouse where Peewee sits upon the wall to preach, this boy and girl that gather pearls of wisdom falling from his mouth, wash off the blood, wash off the rum. Firehouse, firehouse.<br /><br />Oddfellows local 151 behind the firehouse where Peewee sits upon the wall to preach, this boy and girl that gather pearls of wisdom falling from his mouth, wash off the blood, wash off the 151. Firehouse, firehouse, firehouse, firehouse.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvCCe4l6wZtKXdl7kZVy67H-D08AXK82iluskUqjNlSMpOhIGOzjGXC2_j5OLjLfkK_QAZm0pdCtrm0xgJTP4nAaFi1hXgNrQLDD1wyApcVSijcTPiRCxPofxRfyv1tl0N5i_jJOarhj_d/s1600/R.E.M.+3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvCCe4l6wZtKXdl7kZVy67H-D08AXK82iluskUqjNlSMpOhIGOzjGXC2_j5OLjLfkK_QAZm0pdCtrm0xgJTP4nAaFi1hXgNrQLDD1wyApcVSijcTPiRCxPofxRfyv1tl0N5i_jJOarhj_d/s320/R.E.M.+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493411852856022034" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">· · ·<br />Año: 1987.<br />Procedencia de la banda: Athens (Georgia), Estados Unidos.<br />· · ·<br /></div></span>La espuma del sonidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08888186831474358076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974625834723416077.post-38433852698483334582010-07-10T12:48:00.000-07:002010-07-10T12:55:23.318-07:00Screamadelica. Primal Scream.<div style="text-align: center;"> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6kfR_r2YMDfXp1vsmj47W46CUhFXs2Xm_g7sI58D9qNhVjz3CtvVxlZcE46k4gQg1RpWGLGHfGEU_e3KRdBJtVejmIYEmfKCeaBPx7gXT9mDGSNfClAVlUoigaw62s2vVCmnE_vfxxJQL/s400/Screamadelica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492367102953863986" border="0" /></a></div><span class="fullpost"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Movin' on up.</span><br /><br />I was blind, now I can see, you made a believer out of me, I was blind, now I can see, you made a believer out of me. I'm movin' on up now, gettin' out of the darkness, my light shines on, my light shines on, my light shines on.<br /><br />I was blind, now I'm found, I believe in you, I've got no bounds, I was lost, now I'm found, I believe in you, I got no bounds. I'm movin' on up now, gettin' out of the darkness, my light shines on, my light shines on, my light shines on…<br /><br />My light shines on… I'm getting outta darkness, my light shines on…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Slip inside this house.</span><br /><br />Finer worlds that you uncover, plant the path you want to roam, live where you're heart can be given and your life starts to unfold. You think you can't, you wish you could, I know you can, I wish you would, trip inside this house as you pass by, trip inside this house as you pass by.<br /><br />If your limbs begin dissolving in the water that you tread, all surroundings are evolving in the stream that clears your head, come disciples to the unending subtleties of rhythm power, trip inside this house as you pass by, trip inside this house as you pass by.<br /><br />Sweep the shadows from your eyes, sweep the realm of dark aside, trip inside this house as you pass by, trip inside this house as you pass by…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Don't fight, feel it.</span><br /><br />Gonna dance to the music all night long, gettin' high, gettin' happy, gettin' gone, gonna dance to the music all night long, gettin' up, gettin' down, gonna get it on. Gonna live the life I love, I'm gonna love the life I live, gonna get high.<br /><br />Gonna dance to the music all night long, gettin' high, gettin' happy, gettin' gone, gonna dance to the music all night long, gettin' up , gettin' down, gonna get it on. Gonna live the life I love, I'm gonna love the life I live, gonna get high.<br /><br />Gonna get high 'til the day I die, gonna get high 'til the day I die, gonna get high 'til the day I die, gonna get high 'til the day I die.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH4V6d2FlmRwAAbLcWmb-ywuXMb1181uO5nc5_cYc-py_lj7iqoGf4xhtHsgvOUpQVEf9dbNAcwdyIu4AayX1DSX1lAL4K7-RcC1id4s3OIcsKkfXpon1_83yVgPTuPDU4mlOuMLYJwrrz/s1600/Primal+Scream+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH4V6d2FlmRwAAbLcWmb-ywuXMb1181uO5nc5_cYc-py_lj7iqoGf4xhtHsgvOUpQVEf9dbNAcwdyIu4AayX1DSX1lAL4K7-RcC1id4s3OIcsKkfXpon1_83yVgPTuPDU4mlOuMLYJwrrz/s320/Primal+Scream+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492367029173022642" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Higher than the sun.</span><br /><br />My brightest stars, my inner light, let it guide me, experience and innocence, bleed inside me, hallucinogens can open me or untie me, I drift in inner space free of time, I find a higher state of grace in my mind.<br /><br />I'm beautiful, I wasn't born to follow, I live just for today, don't care about tomorrow, what I've got in my head you can't buy, steal or borrow, I believe in live and let live, I believe you get what you give.<br /><br />I've glimpsed, I have tasted fantastical places, my soul's an oasis, higher than the sun, I'm higher than the sun, I'm higher than the sun...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. Inner flight.</span><br /><br />Canción instrumental.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. Come together.</span><br /><br />This is a beautiful day, it is a new day, we are together, we are unified and all for the cause because together we got power, apart we got power. Today on this program you will hear gospel and rhythm ‘nd blues, and jazz, all those are just labels, we know that music is music.<br /><br />Today on this program you will hear gospel, and rhythm ‘nd blues, and jazz, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat. Come together as one, come together as one…<br /><br />This a beautiful day, it's a new day… We are together, we are together, we are together, we are unified, we are together. Because together we got power, apart we got power, we are together. Today on this program you will hear gospel and rhythm ‘nd blues, and jazz, all those are just labels, we know that music is music.<br /><br />Rock the boat… We are together, we are unified, we are together. The name of the game is power and if you ain't playing power, you're in the wrong place… Brothers and sisters, the name of the game is power, if you ain't playing power, you're in the wrong place. We are together, we are unified, we are together, we are together, we are unified, we are together, rock the boat…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. Loaded.</span><br /><br />Just what is it that you want to do? We wanna be free, we wanna be free to do what we wanna do, and we wanna get loaded, and we wanna have a good time, that's what we're gonna do. No way baby, lets go, we're gonna have a good time, we're gonna have a party. I don't wanna lose your love, I don't wanna lose your love, I don't wanna lose your love, I don't wanna lose your love.<br /><br />Just what is it you wanna do? I'm gonna get deep down, deep down, I said, I'm gonna get deep down, deep down. We wanna be free to do what we wanna do, let's go. I don't wanna lose your love, I don't wanna lose your love.<br /><br />We wanna be free to do what we wanna do. Just what is it that you want to do? We wanna get loaded and we wanna have a good time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPijeIgxXt4wq3sCP__JYps7YZ1aHb_wBG_4hwUS9I2xDHAQ8u19Mi443QozEavLzR5D6T29HDItdC4F98wXff4DE0WI3lCfOhVawGUyJ_UIYe23Cnr5teFlZ6hPg-R17gW3y9lRFm6cXG/s1600/Primal+Scream+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPijeIgxXt4wq3sCP__JYps7YZ1aHb_wBG_4hwUS9I2xDHAQ8u19Mi443QozEavLzR5D6T29HDItdC4F98wXff4DE0WI3lCfOhVawGUyJ_UIYe23Cnr5teFlZ6hPg-R17gW3y9lRFm6cXG/s320/Primal+Scream+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492367031682109570" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Damaged.</span><br /><br />Sweet summer days when I was feeling so fine, just you and me, girl, was a beautiful time, said, I felt so happy, my, my, my, I was through with doubt and pain, all the love I felt hadn't been in vain, got damaged, I got damaged, I got damaged, I lost myself in you.<br /><br />I'd wake up beside you, you'd hold me in your arms, nothing and nobody's gonna do me any harm, said, I felt so happy, my, my, my, and the way I felt inside made me feel so glad to be alive, got damaged, I got damaged, I got damaged, I lost myself in you.<br /><br />I'd never felt so happy, I'd never felt so happy, I'd never felt so happy, I'll never feel that way again, no, no…<br /><br />My, my, my, people can be precious but they ain't for keeping, I got too possessive but souls ain't for stealing, you were my addiction, I got strung out and crazy, hit me like a fever, when you left me, baby.<br /><br />Stone, stone, stone in love with you, I was stone, stone, stone in love with you, I was stone, stone, stone in love with you, I was stone, stone, stone in love with you…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. I'm coming down.</span><br /><br />Driftin', driftin', driftin', driftin', I've been so high, I never wanted to come down, I've been so lost, I never wanted to be found, I'm all hung over with bad dreams, I stumble in to messy scenes. I'm coming down, I can't face the dawn, I'm coming down, I feel too far gone.<br /><br />I've been driftin', I've been strung-out, I've been burned, I've been lonely to the point of no return, I drank myself to sleep last night, I see the the world through bloodshot eyes. I'm coming down, I can't face the dawn, I'm coming down, I feel too far gone.<br /><br />Driftin', driftin'… Highs and pills won't heal my ills but they make me feel better for a little while. I'm coming down, I can't face the dawn, I'm coming down, I feel too far gone. I'm coming down, I'm coming down, I'm coming down.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. Higher than the sun.</span><br /><br />I’m higher than the sun… I’m higher than the sun…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11. Shine like stars.</span><br /><br />I watch you sleep, you look so peaceful, you look so vulnerable, I feel scared for you, to me you're precious, may you always shine like stars, shine like stars, shine like stars.<br /><br />I watch you dance, you look so happy, lost in the moment of abandon, you're set free, to me you're precious, may you always shine like stars, shine like stars, shine like stars.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk7vusu69GUPM-_xlJjXrwZuGhz7Uc3sUwPGBDdkSI7osyh5tv3VKtHNTUb1OhOtMJY5868yFcw6waHkmTRReq9L-fkpMIm6mSMzWsLXDY0rsjKw7bfs5uCiEdYmfo4qSFLF_qrDoYuqEc/s1600/Primal+Scream+3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk7vusu69GUPM-_xlJjXrwZuGhz7Uc3sUwPGBDdkSI7osyh5tv3VKtHNTUb1OhOtMJY5868yFcw6waHkmTRReq9L-fkpMIm6mSMzWsLXDY0rsjKw7bfs5uCiEdYmfo4qSFLF_qrDoYuqEc/s320/Primal+Scream+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492367038043873602" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">· · ·<br />Año: 1991.<br />Procedencia de la banda: Glasgow, Escocia.<br />· · ·<br /></div></span>La espuma del sonidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08888186831474358076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974625834723416077.post-8445655556024090992010-07-09T03:49:00.001-07:002010-07-09T03:55:02.728-07:00Underwater moonlight. The Soft Boys.<div style="text-align: center;"> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPDeZmiAF6CgpUjIU_yrpNiHsDlb4HtfpX4VPbCnXHhfUloYw3HmkOAnYt_OA-74dJ37or6TYukjfE3f2A3yUAyWqUE74cy2gN8nNydm2iAW_4sfW-6pzL60s_hT7hHE8DGdiIJ0JX2XU3/s400/Underwater+moonlight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491857233489233138" border="0" /></a></div><span class="fullpost"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. I wanna destroy you.</span><br /><br />I wanna destroy you, I wanna destroy you, I wanna destroy you, I wanna destroy you. I feel it coming on again, just like it did before, they feed your pride with boredom and they lead you on to war, the way you treat each other really makes me feel ill, ‘cause if you want to fight then you're just dying to get killed.<br /><br />I wanna destroy you, I wanna destroy you. A pox upon the media and everything you read, they tell you your opinions and they're very good indeed. I wanna destroy you, and when I have destroyed you I'll come picking at your bone, and you won't have a single atom left to call your own.<br /><br />I wanna destroy you, I wanna destroy you, wanna destroy you, wanna destroy you, wanna destroy you.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Kingdom of love.</span><br /><br />In the spiritual kingdom of love you're the one that I'm thinking of, yeah, in the spiritual kingdom of love you've been laying eggs under my skin, now they're hatching out under my chin, now there's tiny insects showing through, and all them tiny insects look like you.<br /><br />In the primitive jungle of love it's funny what you're capable of, yeah, in the primitive jungle of love, the way you look and all the things you said, if look could kill then baby I'd be dead, either someone's cloned you and you aren't, or you've grown out of me just like a plant.<br /><br />Ain't no way I'm gonna be anything I oughtta to be, all I want to do is be your creature, ain't no way I'm gonna be anything I wanna be, all I want to do is be your teacher.<br /><br />In the physical kingdom of time, I guess that your dish is full of slime, well, in the physical kingdom of time you know, I would ramble all through time and space, just to have a duchess lick at your face, you're the one I love or so it seems, because you've confiscated all my dreams.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Positive vibrations.</span><br /><br />Positive vibrations shine through all creation, positive vibrations unite all the nations. There you go drilling for peace, don't you know you'll never get peace anymore? Just get war.<br /><br />Positive vibrations, they call at all stations, forget your paranoia, it'll only destroy you. There you go killing the lamb, don't you know you're still in the pram, what a waste, positive vibrations.<br /><br />There you are, you do it to me, I feel like oil that burns in the sea, it gets hot, never stops. Positive vibrations shine through all creation, positive vibrations shine through all creation, vibrations…<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJHhMLQj95YFZ9_2s_R5UixoLaPxAibnnagotw-wbNAK0khxb5CI5EsgPr6BALokAUEa4ARE8Y6Tf1MIKdLsCXh-asSTPxgn-km6zRrK4Uq_66QPjN2ZKXdZ5TRtDmH8HbCEmomHGvoEpx/s1600/Soft+Boys,+The+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJHhMLQj95YFZ9_2s_R5UixoLaPxAibnnagotw-wbNAK0khxb5CI5EsgPr6BALokAUEa4ARE8Y6Tf1MIKdLsCXh-asSTPxgn-km6zRrK4Uq_66QPjN2ZKXdZ5TRtDmH8HbCEmomHGvoEpx/s320/Soft+Boys,+The+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491857052341092338" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. I got the hots.</span><br /><br />Said the dentures to the peach, said the tide of filth to the bleach, said the spike to the tomato, said the curry to the corpse, I got the hots for you, I got the hots for you, I got the hots for you, I got the hots for you. Here I am, looking out on a crystal world, floating currents of human eyes, baking land under creamy skies.<br /><br />Said the vicar to the waitress, the best thing about you is your waist, she laughed a laugh that echoed round a fortress, said, wait till you see the statues in my bathroom, I got the hots for you, I got the hots for you, I got the hots fro you, I got the hots for you. There she was, when you see her your eyes awake, electric bulbs on a birthday cake, would you care for a lump of steak? Or a piece of hake, or another take?<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. Insanely jealous.</span><br /><br />She's walking down the street, me, I'm just invisible and who or where she walks with makes no difference to me, the people that she meets, she turns them into sideshows, they're just here for their amusement, that's not what I want to be but I'm insanely jealous of you, I'm insanely jealous of you.<br /><br />The night is black and thick, I wander past your window and I catch a cigarette thrown from a jewel encrusted hand, it comes on pretty quick, exactly like a crocodille, in search of a mirage across the undulating sand, but I'm insanely jealous of you, I'm insanely jealous of you.<br /><br />I don't know why the people want to meet when all they know is that they'll breed like rabbits in the end, ‘cause ordinary people on the street, they never know but if they can't be rabbits they'll be friends, and I'm insanely jealous of the people that you see, and I'm insanely jealous of the people that aren't me, and I'm insanely jealous of you, I'm insanely jealous of you.<br /><br />I just can't let it out, this feeling of insanity is thicker than a barge upon a shattered heap of coal, I know what it's about like crying from a nightmare and the one who lies beside you cannot hear to save a soul, but I'm insanely jealous of the people that you know, and I'm insanely jealous of the places that you go, and I'm insanely jealous of you, I'm insanely jealous of you.<br /><br />The damage that we do is just so powerfully strong, they call it love, and the damage that we do it just goes on and on and on, not long enough.<br /><br />Paint is cracked and dry, the name is now illegible and everything is lost upon the cracked and misted hull, beneath a yellow sky the lovers trip beside a ship, but all I hear when they embrace is just the kiss of skulls, but I'm insanely jealous of the people that you see, and I'm insanely jealous of the people that aren't me, and I'm insanely jealous of the places that you go, and I'm insanely jealous of the people that you know.<br /><br />And I'm insanely jealous of the hairs upon your back, and I'm insanely jealous of the spiders in your path, and I'm insanely jealous of the stains upon your feet, and I'm insanely jealous of the stuff inside your feet, and I'm insanely jealous of the things upon your bed, and I'm insanely jealous of the jerk that's in your head, and I'm insanely jealous of the people that you love, and I'm insanely jealous of the fingers in your glove. and I'm insanely jealous of you…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. Tonight.</span><br /><br />I am me and everywhere tonight, I am me and everywhere tonight, I am me and everywhere tonight, tonight. In the trails made by giant ships, in the sway of a teddy girl's hips, in the curl of a teddy boy's lips, tonight.<br /><br />In the trails the aeroplanes make, in an old age pensioner's cake, I'm not here for just anyone's sake tonight, tonight. In the places nobody goes, I'll be there with a very long nose tonight, where nobody sees, tonight, I'm under the trees, it's alright tonight, I've waited so long tonight, if nothing goes wrong, it's alright tonight.<br /><br />When you're older looking around you will hear a familiar sound, I'll be gone, but I'll still be around tonight, when you turn the key to your door someone's been inside there before, it was me but you don't know what for tonight, tonight.<br /><br />In the back of a broken-down car, on the rim of a vacuum jar, I'll be with you wherever you are tonight, tonight, I'll be with you wherever you are tonight, tonight, I'll be with you, I'll be with you tonight…<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuttmLiuGGX3P79GL6lTOQ_rrMX7LoGEE4wHpiVjMR55rqK-eI3f7S7FvR0wIrHusgMR7rB-RgF3jnRqgc_w-fV413RVH4K4cpm-lIkqznkFTvbIRiXjf4dThtsrrbbLMqRt3RqBjx8NXG/s1600/Soft+Boys,+The+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuttmLiuGGX3P79GL6lTOQ_rrMX7LoGEE4wHpiVjMR55rqK-eI3f7S7FvR0wIrHusgMR7rB-RgF3jnRqgc_w-fV413RVH4K4cpm-lIkqznkFTvbIRiXjf4dThtsrrbbLMqRt3RqBjx8NXG/s320/Soft+Boys,+The+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491857133222906498" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. You'll have to go sideways.</span><br /><br />Canción instrumental.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Old pervert.</span><br /><br />I'm an old pervert and I hang around under the bridge, I'm an old pervert and I hang around under the bridge, I won't do you no harm I just wanna show what's in my fridge, so come on little girl, is your name Hester or maybe it's Midge.<br /><br />Well, they say that I'm weird and disenfectant is the only thing I drink, they say that I'm weird and disenfectant is the only thing I drink, but cleanliness of the soul is more important, don't you think? And I could show you one or two things right there in my sink, so come on baby.<br /><br />I'm an old pervert and I just don't get around much anymore, I'm an old pervert and I don't get around much anymore, sometimes I feel it evaporating through the door, but come on pretty baby and I show you how I let you score, yeah, baby.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. Queen of Eyes.</span><br /><br />Blinking on and off it's the Queen of Eyes with a carapace shell and her black lace thighs, I don't know why she never gets anywhere with you. Lucky the Pig is out on a limb, he's looking for someone to investigate him, I don't know why he never gets anywhere with you.<br /><br />Here I am again, it's no surprise, locked in orbit round the Queen of Eyes, all I ever got from her was lies. In this horrible age of abuse and decay, it's good to know that somebody is looking okay, I don't know why she never gets anywhere with you.<br /><br />Blinking on and off it's the Queen of Eyes with a carrot based shell and her black lace thighs, I don't know why she never gets anywhere, I don't know why she never gets anywhere, I don't know why she never gets anywhere with you.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. Underwater moonlight.</span><br /><br />He was white and she was white as only statues are, fifty years they stood there looking, stupid by a jar, one night in mid-August when the moonlight got too strong, they climbed off their pedestal and then they sang this song.<br /><br />Past the gun emplacement and the bones as white as bleach, through the rats and ivy 'til they came out on a beach, out into the ocean 'til they disappeared from view, honey, when it gets you there's just nothing you can do. Underwater moonlight, sets the body free, underwater moonlight, baby you and me, underwater moonlight, underwater moonlight.<br /><br />He was pink and she was pink, and onward they did row, didn't see the giant squid, though, it was fairly slow, when they hit the bottom they were well and truly dead, the statues took their place, and then they rode back home instead. Underwater moonlight, take your baby down, underwater moonlight, watch your baby drown, and in the moonlight, underwater moonlight, underwater moonlight, underwater moonlight.<br /><br />I can take you down, through the sea, moonlight, you can feed the fish, moonlight, why don't you feed the fish? Moonlight, why don't you feed the fish? Moonlight. Underwater moonlight, sets the body free, underwater moonlight, baby you and me, underwater moonlight, underwater moonlight, underwater moonlight, underwater moonlight.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGWheyJBk4flbUqyWOVUcGRQqHMMN-3bqjaMC17v_TGoO-13Q-2MTEv5Qs84nuwJApTeZrLDZXejed_67dyF0SyCV1u0wtULudpAnUCWOSOsAzz4kMlLv_dza45bPT_fRgGLW9NW6YDl7T/s1600/Soft+Boys,+The+3.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGWheyJBk4flbUqyWOVUcGRQqHMMN-3bqjaMC17v_TGoO-13Q-2MTEv5Qs84nuwJApTeZrLDZXejed_67dyF0SyCV1u0wtULudpAnUCWOSOsAzz4kMlLv_dza45bPT_fRgGLW9NW6YDl7T/s320/Soft+Boys,+The+3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491857137087910706" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">· · ·<br />Año: 1980.<br />Procedencia de la banda: Cambridge, Inglaterra.<br />· · ·<br /></div></span>La espuma del sonidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08888186831474358076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974625834723416077.post-40062989289219566502010-07-08T10:39:00.001-07:002010-07-08T10:53:44.933-07:00White light. Gene Clark.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTBXq7jZ1CGbnYhvMTh7fPipi2LTK8EuHtaM81zUjhFMmqPq2ykvahZJ2ihJLYOTSMp7KWg01ctROqoUz7QJwNYRVE9HcD69LQLzwHU_6N-tNub7sWjoeOJO3oe33VirVnFeV2wLcqVUzZ/s400/White+light.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491591575711584290" border="0" /></a></div><span class="fullpost"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. The virgin.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">She went off to the city to find what she was looking for, to identify, to really try, to find herself some hope, with the summer sun for laughing and the winter rain did pour, she was lovelier from learning and from living, loving more.<br /><br />From her dancing love and young soul and the gypsies in her dream, to the pulse of stark acceptance when the winds began to freeze, with no curfews left to hold her and no walls to shield her pain, finding out that facts were older and that life forms are insane.<br /><br />The presence of protection seemed to fade, as did her doubt, that she now was no exception, nor was the love who pushed her out, though the streets cried out, go homesick, virtues strength of mind would ring, in the maladies of meaning the sad song she learned to sing.<br /><br />Now, her teachers and philosophers, and the poet's silver throat, are the vessels which on wisdom's karmic ocean she will float, was this her revolution, just a child in love's crusade, with the question in her innocence through the lies her eyes betrayed.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. With tomorrow.</span><br /><br />It was more like a dream than reality, I must have thought it was a dream while she was here with me, when she was near I didn't think she would leave, when she was gone it was too much to believe. So with tomorrow I will borrow another moment of joy and sorrow, and another dream, and another with tomorrow.<br /><br />So if there some day won't be time just to look behind, there won't be reasons, no descriptions for my place and mind, there was so much I was told that was not real, so many things that I could not taste but I could feel. So with tomorrow I will borrow another moment of joy and sorrow, and another dream, and another with tomorrow.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. White light.</span><br /><br />Oh, the village of the hill sitting silently at will like some prophecy forgotten by an age, with no guns before its gate the mysterious estate lies waiting for its history's dawning page. With the raging of the sea before its height and the strength of those whom see beyond their sight.<br /><br />Oh, the smithies anvil rings and the symphony it sings, no voice, nor poet's pen can put to tune, and electric lines of force ring around the humble lives of the souls that hear the master saying soon. With the clouds that gather near disturb the night, striking flashes of a difference, fleeing fright.<br /><br />No slight of tongue, nor hand can so boldly there withstand, when the spirit of its truth shall speak the time, and no ignorance of life can be held within the sight of the buttresses of ageless binds of time. The communion of the forces take delight with the fear that no tongues may read nor write.<br /><br />White light. Oh, the village of the hill sitting silently still with the strength of ages past they're still at hand, reckons not to look behind but to look within and find and to hear of those enlightened by the lamb. With the powers of the wind both fierce and light and the waters of the storm went through the night.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh71gNwv7ztfKeaSk9KXkj2KfX0gXTHbIaDMAVUtL1B8EpzokMkFIct7R8t9IL7V72aey0z4rWOgQzIn_ro2p3Kj5U133Iz1ylxO6Izhbk6mySazmpWyztTIIFDHOevwCaFwJOjng26N9qY/s1600/Gene+Clark+3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh71gNwv7ztfKeaSk9KXkj2KfX0gXTHbIaDMAVUtL1B8EpzokMkFIct7R8t9IL7V72aey0z4rWOgQzIn_ro2p3Kj5U133Iz1ylxO6Izhbk6mySazmpWyztTIIFDHOevwCaFwJOjng26N9qY/s320/Gene+Clark+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491591498126811218" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Because of you.<br /><br /></span><span>You toss your head and turn your eyes when storm clouds brew, you look around to quick relate to a good time you knew, then the dark clouds break away and a rainbow comes on through.<br /><br />The sun I see only shines for me because of you, before this time we both saw blind in spite of fact, we lost our place and made no haste to make contact, now by what we gain the taste of one and two.<br /><br />I'm satisfied beneath my pride because of you, and now the worth of living wealth is more in the end, and now the price of simple things is not so much to spend.</span><br /><br />So close your eyes and pick a place to fly away, and think of reasons why this warmth is here to stay, then the dark clouds break away and a rainbow comes on through, the sun I see only shines for me because of you, yes, the sun I see only shines for me because of you.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. One in a hundred.</span><br /><br />Don't you come down, don't you feel bad, even though your dreams are of the things you've never had. Close to the earth, near to the sun, reflecting your own life you can see that you can be more than one.<br /><br />Hear the bells ring, morning has come, over the town the morning star fades in the dawn, voices of time bringing surprise, voices that sing in waking moments to look into life's eye.<br /><br />Aren't you glad it's another day, look and tell, so you though you would run away but you know that way too well. Rhythms of rhyme, seasons shall say to look at a longer life now, a longer yesterday.<br /><br />Don't you come down, you know you're the one, looking at tomorrow let your your troubles fade and fly into the sun, into the sun...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. For a spanish guitar.</span><br /><br />The dissonant bells of the sea, who are ringing the rhymes of the deep, as they sing of the ages asleep, not so near or so far, and the old masters wind of the waves, sped forth for the free men and slaves, whispers of secrets it saves and about whom they are. And the workings of sunshine and rain, and the visions they paint that remain, pulsate from my soul through my brain in a spanish guitar.<br /><br />The beggar whom sits in the street, on his miserable throne of defeat, envisions no wealth there to meet, thinking nowhere is far, and the laughter of children employed by the fantasies not yet destroyed, by the dogmas of those they avoid, knowing not what they are. And the right and the wrong and insane, and the answers they cannot explain, pulsate from my soul through my brain in a spanish guitar.<br /><br />To play on a spanish guitar with the sun shining down where you are, skipping and singing a bar from the music around, just to laugh through the columns of trees to soar like a seagull in breeze, to stand in the rain if you please or to never be found.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmMmbZk-iA-oakzn23SNaNDPhLBIQ0r8v3LVWjp_fum3RcS15s4IR4dG5PQzAXmT_5z1cbhMe18XxX91ZmynVwC_ExMetFfPUkuNDfLjhLqkfCEnMOj-oMuGcY0Dkgm8eHpeuD-y0Y2WMF/s1600/Gene+Clark+4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmMmbZk-iA-oakzn23SNaNDPhLBIQ0r8v3LVWjp_fum3RcS15s4IR4dG5PQzAXmT_5z1cbhMe18XxX91ZmynVwC_ExMetFfPUkuNDfLjhLqkfCEnMOj-oMuGcY0Dkgm8eHpeuD-y0Y2WMF/s320/Gene+Clark+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491591503972804114" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. Where my love lies asleep.</span><br /><br />Where my love lies asleep there's no chains to her spirit as she enters the doorway of dreams drifting free. Lightning's flash, rivers roar, round the island she's sleeping and the echoes soul that speaks where she's sleeping, where my love lies asleep there's no past nor tomorrow, only treasures to keep, there's no fears there to borrow.<br /><br />Through the hallways of wonder, down the steps of the deep, and the secrets that drum where my love lies asleep.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Tears of rage.</span><br /><br />We carried you in our arms on Independence Day and now you'd throw us all aside, and put us on our way. Oh, what dear daughter beneath the sun would treat a father so, to wait upon him hand and then foot, and always tell him no. Tears of rage, tears of grief, why must I always be the thief? Come to me now, you know we're so alone and life is brief.<br /><br />We pointed out the way to go and scratched your name in sand, though you just thought it was nothing more than a place for you to stand. I want you to know that, while we watched, you discover there was no one true, and now myself I remember that thought it was a childish thing to do. Tears of rage, tears of grief, must I always be the thief? Come to me now, you know we're so low and life is brief.<br /><br />It was all very painless when you went out to receive all that false instruction that we never could believe. And now the heart is filled with gold as if it was a purse, but, oh, what kind of love is this that goes from bad to worse? Tears of rage, tears of grief, must I always be the thief? Come to me now, you know we're so low and life is brief.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. 1975.</span><br /><br />With all the legends that the century sings and it's vision bring to life, while foreign waters breathe against the shore and the wind plays ore it's rusted fife, I see the ships of a friendly fleet and a song so sweetly sounding, and gentle souls who think not to defeat as across the waves they are bounding.<br /><br />And then the thoughts of all the days this time, they have been confined without reason, and in the matters of their health and wealth they cannot be defined but as treason, but go where and find the better life as in the name of love you have freed them, and those you need not you have left behind, and those you keep in mind you know to heed them.<br /><br />Across the bridge, across the river, where we've never been before, within and out of worlds around us and in the light of finding more, we always easy understood that it was no good not to explore, but never really understood that it was no good just to ignore.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbVXL1Vy8qA63W70QqllWjK8M2SacPVmJfmHSnfsLnNYrikc-hCzYagpai6ZL_7hFeLun623Tqhv3sAFAJOhTGQWOziZOd-Wk-SwyzkXyONFt1FqyTx6p1ocE_lAksOGjgWMMLktfTfdil/s1600/Gene+Clark+5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbVXL1Vy8qA63W70QqllWjK8M2SacPVmJfmHSnfsLnNYrikc-hCzYagpai6ZL_7hFeLun623Tqhv3sAFAJOhTGQWOziZOd-Wk-SwyzkXyONFt1FqyTx6p1ocE_lAksOGjgWMMLktfTfdil/s320/Gene+Clark+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491591508593202050" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">· · ·<br />Año: 1971.<br />Procedencia de la banda: Tipton (Missouri), Estados Unidos.<br />· · ·<br /></div></span>La espuma del sonidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08888186831474358076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974625834723416077.post-59492368458824880542010-07-08T02:59:00.000-07:002010-07-08T03:48:35.336-07:00Crazy rhythms. The Feelies.<div style="text-align: center;"> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieTs_qF6dU4zbclVDgjuGpdJLiUjI0F5jqOcv_ocPDNJtRYSThsMVwcZqR8FQ6KkCh0tWZQCGxGpzfz28ts0u7PMHvCCiL8B32UJMTBhCP7cdn3Wk4due8TsvWGOMn4qsRxo6MxcBJOimg/s400/Crazy+rhythms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491473151867671362" border="0" /></a></div><span class="fullpost"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. The boy with the perpetual nervousness.</span><br /><br />There's a kid I know but not too well, he doesn't have a lot to say, well this boy lives right next door and he never has nothin' to say.<br /><br />It doesn't seem to like he does anything, he never helps out in the yard, he lets his mother carry in groceries ‘cause he doesn't plan to work too hard. The boy next door is into better things, as far as I can see, the boy next door is into bigger things, the boy next door is me, all right.<br /><br />Well he's not like the boys we used to have, not like them at all, oh no, those ones made their parents proud, this one beats 'em all. The boy next door is into better things, as far as I can see, the boy next door is into bigger things, the boy next door is me.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Fa cé-la.</span><br /><br />Get a message out to Mary Ann, everything is alright, get a message out to mom and dad, everything is alrigh, fa cé-la.<br /><br />Break the silence with the screaming head, everything is alright, break the scream with a silent void, everything is alright, fa cé-la.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Loveless love.</span><br /><br />You made your offer, a little too soon, it's not the first time it's happened, in a moment you said, you don't want to know me, it's seems as though that's never done, what I'm seeing as hopeless you're seeing as won. The story asking could we be together tonight, I was raised by a different standard and it wouldn't seem right.<br /><br />It doesn't seem important, I'd like to know what matters then, as it happened they already did, I don't remember it. Loveless love, is not my plan, loveless love, said it isn't romance, loveless love, you think it's cool, I think it stinks, loveless love, you don't care what I think.<br /><br />Well nobody's perfect, it's not the way you were raised to behave, try to understand, that's not the way to be.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjBqRr0vj6AF8P4k8FZCgC4InvJ55rDAv1OxSK1yP3jv3AEo4sOoDvVdaGT6O9atoQ2ce-9KfJWD4SN9yyiHpMD7Qr2j16cq4SwK-r6vkuprHyw-sgtAmbFJBHHzC6Vnry_VXhI-msggd-/s1600/Feelies,+The+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjBqRr0vj6AF8P4k8FZCgC4InvJ55rDAv1OxSK1yP3jv3AEo4sOoDvVdaGT6O9atoQ2ce-9KfJWD4SN9yyiHpMD7Qr2j16cq4SwK-r6vkuprHyw-sgtAmbFJBHHzC6Vnry_VXhI-msggd-/s320/Feelies,+The+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491472995265153266" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Forces at work.</span><br /><br />The tinge of the mind, the mind is in check, the check is the force, the forces at work, forces at work, forces at work.<br /><br />The tinge of the mind, the mind is in check, the check is the force, the forces at work, forces at work, forces at work.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. Original love.</span><br /><br />You said no commitment when I asked you for a compromise, just a compromise, now I don't know why I ask you, it's always such a problem, why make it a problem. You must be waiting for things to happen, expecting something to happen, but nothing ever happens.<br /><br />Your voice raised in anger, who knows what you're after, you don't know what you're after, you never seem to notice the distance between us, the distance. You must be waiting for things to happen, expecting something to happen, but nothing ever happens.<br /><br />Your weakness is getting stronger with your disregard for conventions, I'm not looking for some new kind of social age anyway, they all seem the same.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. Everybody's got something to hide (except for me and my monkey).</span><br /><br />Your inside is out, your outside is in, your outside is in, your inside is out. So come on, come on, come on is such a joy, come on is such a joy, come on and take it easy, come on and make it easy, make it easy, everybody's got something to hide except for me and my monkey.<br /><br />The higher you fly, the deeper you go, the deeper you go, the higher you fly. So come on, come on, come on it's such a joy, come on it's such a joy, come on let's take it easy, come on and make it easy, everybody's got something to hide except for me and my monkey.<br /><br />Your inside is out, your outside is in, your outside is in, your inside is out. So come on, come on, come on it's such a joy, come on it's such a joy, come on let's make it easy, come on and make it easy, take it easy, everybody's got something to hide except for me and my monkey.<br /><br />So come on, come on, come on it's such a joy, come on it's such a joy, come on let's make it easy, come on and make it easy, take it easy…<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3BP8GEO4bUeChoXTU3Hs5F5gH3mke7Ir2DnwnLp2A0Spk5PSyRWY6X2PWwWISNlrnTRG9z3csGXBgZub-Z-D-Ds8Z0YVKVxhBDuvXaP-NtpTlSaU-VadXTTZRPFuIFLWH5GV_UU1SiQ73/s1600/Feelies,+The+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3BP8GEO4bUeChoXTU3Hs5F5gH3mke7Ir2DnwnLp2A0Spk5PSyRWY6X2PWwWISNlrnTRG9z3csGXBgZub-Z-D-Ds8Z0YVKVxhBDuvXaP-NtpTlSaU-VadXTTZRPFuIFLWH5GV_UU1SiQ73/s320/Feelies,+The+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491473001872913170" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. Moscow nights.</span><br /><br />All you really wanted was to be alone, at least a little while, how was I to know that? Well, it seemed like an eternity when you smile and say, I thought about it, it's the right time, and I expect that you're never returning to the Usa.<br /><br />All the way the lights are, I can see your face is getting clearer, it's like you never even left here, it's like you never had the reason to want to go. Well, I don't know, I think it's time for you to face it, you never felt right in our world, you never felt right about yourself.<br /><br />And I think about what it might be like, if I could go alone, if I could go at night, would it be just like you know you said it would, would it start the life aglow.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Raised eyebrows.</span><br /><br />He said, oh, he said, oh… Some will make it and some won't make it, oh…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. Crazy rhythms.</span><br /><br />Said it's time to go, well alright, I don't wanna go, I say alright, you never listen to me anyway, you're always talking, never much to say, you remind me of a TV show, that's alright, I watch it anyway, I don't talk much cause it gets in the way, don't let it get in the way.<br /><br />We'll do our job, we'll get things done, work real hard and get things done, it's time to sail but not now, can't relax when there's things to do, big plans stay while the little ones fade, it's nice to know when it's part of your life, I don't want much and I need even less, it's time to sacrifice. Crazy Feelies, crazy Feelies, crazy Feelies, crazy Feelies.<br /><br />Said it's time to go, well alright, I don't wanna go, I say alright, you never listen to me anyway, you're always talking, never much to say, you remind me of a TV show, that's alright, I watch it anyway, I don't talk much cause it gets in my way, don't let it get in the way. Crazy Feelies, crazy Feelies, crazy Feelies, crazy Feelies.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDJBheN0Gdb095PJHznKjVqInEJvRuqM6DXZ0ej7fSuy78hcvFeGIEk3aqBSiEQpARS6ehBCFjEN92SOLIFWHlB5GcVzuqAP2aai_1WMm97eCPi_gCyauEzA9_uOQvLf4MWXwOdHybi3Nq/s1600/Feelies,+The+3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDJBheN0Gdb095PJHznKjVqInEJvRuqM6DXZ0ej7fSuy78hcvFeGIEk3aqBSiEQpARS6ehBCFjEN92SOLIFWHlB5GcVzuqAP2aai_1WMm97eCPi_gCyauEzA9_uOQvLf4MWXwOdHybi3Nq/s320/Feelies,+The+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491473005195756066" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">· · ·<br />Año: 1980.<br />Procedencia de la banda: Haledon (Nueva Jersey), Estados Unidos.<br />· · ·<br /></div></span>La espuma del sonidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08888186831474358076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974625834723416077.post-11214828093094846352010-07-07T10:04:00.001-07:002010-07-07T10:08:40.610-07:00All over the place. The Bangles.<div style="text-align: center;"> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqkAOoQl3cKBoeN2RnasIGV7wUx0Keq_wMo_TgwVe-vtPRq4QqWUBe9bCU04tnS5bxGe70UGnyLz7ABUSJO6XzfHgiAkkfkVGMQ4-gx0Xzm85qjAyzGUUZt75zVLaC0iR57-qMg2PAkeTl/s400/All+over+the+place.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491211517729726354" border="0" /></a></div><span class="fullpost"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Hero takes a fall.</span><br /><br />The hero is exposed when his crimes are brought to the light of day, won't be feeling sorry, sorry, sorry on the judgment day. Wasn't it me who said, there'll be a price to pay, and I won't feel bad at all when the hero takes a fall, when the hero takes a fall, hero takes a fall.<br /><br />Your mother told you stories, you substitute with girls who tell you more, suddenly you sight a fancy chance since love is at your door. We're seeing through you now, I saw it all before, and I won't feel bad at all when the hero takes a fall, when the hero takes a fall, hero takes a fall.<br /><br />Emotion is a virtue, for you it is the one fatal flaw, sitting on your throne and drinking, thinking she'll return your call. Every story's got an ending, look out, here it comes, here it comes, and I won't feel bad at all when the hero takes a fall, when the hero takes a fall, hero takes a fall.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Live.</span><br /><br />Know, you gotta know, is that yourself or nothing at all, oh, you think you live, well, how can you when you're stuck in four walls. If you gotta go you better live your life before you pass away, don't waste a day, all your life you've been locked in your room, you've never had a chance to roam away from home.<br /><br />So, you come and go, well good day, don't waste anytime, oh, your life today, it's all familiar, soon you will find. If you gotta go you better live your life before you pass away, don't waste a day, all your life you've been locked in your room, you've never had a chance to roam away from home. Live, live, live, live, live, live, live, live.<br /><br />Now, do what you want or where you want, it's all up to you, oh, you like the room, it's nice to do what you wanna do. If you gotta go you better live your life before you pass away, don't waste a day, all your life you've been locked in your room, you've never had a chance to roam, away from home.<br /><br />If you know by now, what life's about, go on now and live, and if you don't know how, it's not so hard, just let go and live. If you gotta go you better live your life before you pass away, don't waste a day, all your life you've been locked in your room, you've never had a chance to roam away from home. Live, live, live, live, live, live, live, live.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. James.</span><br /><br />I knew it'd turn out like this, I'm keeping one foot on the train, and I must be a masochist to ever take up with you, James. It sounds familiar, that tone in your voice, you're gonna quit, James, you leave me no choice. Oh, James, letting me down again, James.<br /><br />Well, it wasn't so long ago, I saw love in your eyes, and I think I should've known but I'm feeling somewhat surprised. You think there's someone better for you, you think I'm too young to see this thing through. Oh, James, letting me down again, James.<br /><br />Oh, let me down, down, down, oh, let me down, let me down, down, down, down. oh, let me down, down, down, oh, let me down, let me down, down, down, down. Oh, let me down, down.<br /><br />I knew it'd turn out like this, I'm keeping one foot out the door, and I don't think I should trust that kind of love anymore, and now I realize I had it all wrong, I'll only take this shit for so long. James, letting me down again, James, guess this is goodbye again, James, letting me down again, letting me down again, James.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQynlPT7dvSDr3KWYTPtf3ueeE7umWgDzpb5Tj6X3xxElxjZrZiF5uOdp_xw_qB6ii3j98mFpDH-JLxKvZxS2Onl1Xb8oa6MybheDwyA32oa9mP7APo0LoU5n8ZEbKSW2eSlpvDqB-1CAr/s1600/Bangles,+The+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQynlPT7dvSDr3KWYTPtf3ueeE7umWgDzpb5Tj6X3xxElxjZrZiF5uOdp_xw_qB6ii3j98mFpDH-JLxKvZxS2Onl1Xb8oa6MybheDwyA32oa9mP7APo0LoU5n8ZEbKSW2eSlpvDqB-1CAr/s320/Bangles,+The+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491211393333471682" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. All about you.</span><br /><br />You were so amused when I made myself available, you had to ask if it was all intentional, well something's going on, on and on, something's going on, going on and on, I'm finding out all about you.<br /><br />The sun is hiding and the car is running badly, I know only one way a friend should kiss a friend goodbye, but something's going on, on and on, something's going on, going on and on, I'm finding out all about you.<br /><br />You're taking it all too hard, I've nothing left to fight you with, all your pretty things are merely to create the myth, that something's going on, on and on, something's going on, going on and on, I'm finding out all about you.<br /><br />Yeah something's going on, on and on, something's going on, going on and on and, I'm finding out all about you, yeah.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. Dover beach.</span><br /><br />If I had the time I would run away with you, to a perfect world, we'd suspend all that is duty or required. Late last night you cried and I couldn't come to you, but on the other side you and I, inseparable and walking, yeah.<br /><br />If we could steal away like jugglers and thieves, but we could come and go, oh, and talk of Michaelangelo, oh. If we had the time, we had the time, we had the time. The day you looked at me and it was on your mind, the world is no one's dream, we will never ever find the time, oh.<br /><br />If we had the time I would run away with you to a perfect world, to a perfect world.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. Tell me.</span><br /><br />Threw away the things you loved, now you want me to forgive you, surprise, surprise, I'm moving on, yeah, I'm moving on.<br /><br />What a shock it is to see that I can walk away so easily, isn't it funny how hard it's turned out, this time I'm moving on. Tell me, tell me, while I still have the time, are you gonna find a love that’s truer than mine.<br /><br />One, two, three abandon me, ain't no turning back again, well too bad baby, this time you lose, 'cause I'm moving on. Tell me, tell me, while I still have the time, are you gonna find a love that's truer than mine.<br /><br />One, two, three abandon me, ain't no turning back again, well too bad baby, this time you lose, ‘cause I'm moving on, I'm moving on.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. Restless.</span><br /><br />Saw your head turned a bit too far to the right now, saw the eye go a little spark when she walks by now. But if you wanna love, you wanna love another girl, I'll leave it up to you, but I won't be tested, you feel restless now), while you feel restless, restless.<br /><br />Now I'm wondering every time that you hold me, well, should I question anything you have told me? But if you wanna love, you wanna love another girl, I'll leave it up to you, but I won't be tested, you feel restless now, while you feel restless, restless.<br /><br />I remember when you and I were a nation, I could trust you in any dark situation. But if you wanna love, you wanna love another girl, I'll leave it up to you, but I won't be tested, you feel restless now, while you feel restless, restless.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVcucomhcjVVxL8Lm931vHnqBwtyR1gNs-B4AbNE4DsEwaJBhDphcf7rHbNm74DzzASePVcs26XDfqcUl7UzFXYOPCVgMh4wNV-BC3qFPc2yg-94fa-Pea5lYT39OY9rbAx9RbF2ggVLzJ/s1600/Bangles,+The+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVcucomhcjVVxL8Lm931vHnqBwtyR1gNs-B4AbNE4DsEwaJBhDphcf7rHbNm74DzzASePVcs26XDfqcUl7UzFXYOPCVgMh4wNV-BC3qFPc2yg-94fa-Pea5lYT39OY9rbAx9RbF2ggVLzJ/s320/Bangles,+The+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491211417758232514" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Going down to Liverpool.</span><br /><br />Hey now, where you going with that load of nothing in your hand, I said, hey now, all through this green and pleasant land. I'm going down to Liverpool to do nothing, I'm going down to Liverpool to do nothing, I'm going down to Liverpool to do nothing, all the days of my life, all the days of my life.<br /><br />Hey there, where you going with that UB40 in your hand, I said, hey there, all through this green and pleasant land. I'm going down to Liverpool to do nothing, I'm going down to Liverpool to do nothing, I'm going down to Liverpool to do nothing, all the days of my life, all the days of my life.<br /><br />Hey now, where you going with that UB40 in your hand, I said, hey now, all through this green and pleasant land. I'm going down to Liverpool to do nothing, I'm going down to Liverpool to do nothing, I'm going down to Liverpool to do nothing, all the days of my life, all the days of my life.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. He's got a secret.</span><br /><br />Oh, there he goes, everybody's watching, everybody knows, something's going on, it certainly shows when he's got a secret for you. It's there when he walks, it's there when he smiles, he kisses your cheek and disappears for a while, nothing in the world's gonna cramp his style, if only he could keep it from you, oh, I don't believe that you haven't seen by now, seen by now, don't look at me 'cause I'll never tell.<br /><br />Don't you ever wonder why the phone always rings, phone always rings, seven-thirty-one, every evening, every evening, doesn't it upset you when you call his name and he doesn't pay attention to you. Oh, I don't believe that you haven't seen by now, seen by now, don't look at me ‘cause I'll never tell.<br /><br />Don't know the places he goes, don't know the people he knows, don't you understand, it's out of your hands, I don't believe that you haven't seen by now, seen by now, don't look at me 'cause I'll never tell.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. Silent treatment.</span><br /><br />Told her you'd forget, it hasn't happened yet, oh, you want to know, she said nothing, nothing, nothing, she said nothing, you'd wanna hear right now.<br /><br />What goes through your head, better left unsaid, oh, you want to know, she says nothing, nothing, nothing, she says nothing, you'd got to hear right now.<br /><br />Nothing, nothing, nothing, she says nothing, you got to hear right now, nothing, nothing, nothing, she says nothing, you got to hear right now, nothing, nothing, nothing, she says nothing, you got to hear right now, yeah now.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11. More than meets the eye.</span><br /><br />He's got a slow, slow ride, got a camera inside, he takes a picture, hangs it up to dry, and there's one girl named, and another disclaimed, all the time you can't help feeling ashamed.<br /><br />Given new reasons to survive, he keeps a number of them alive, there's a warning in the sky, a stranger passing by, and there's more than meets the eye to the guy.<br /><br />When you're so secure, never feeling unsure, that's the time to check behind your door, ‘cause there's one thing said when another is meant, he's around confusing you 'til the end.<br /><br />Seeing how changable you feel, don't think this happiness is real, and it's hard to justify the tangles you untie, there's more than meets the eye to the guy.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIwqrmK3nLu4-6860ZPqr0IJlo6GOQ32zvA2_ZD77Jr6o2bHlkV1cOkzMW37yxrEM01N6qU2hQ4bM7i0gTGdEEx8GFJ9xUQQrcEMURZKebLSm4AHk6zZPGZnTH17bAnBXg6XJgy8A90L2C/s1600/Bangles,+The+3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIwqrmK3nLu4-6860ZPqr0IJlo6GOQ32zvA2_ZD77Jr6o2bHlkV1cOkzMW37yxrEM01N6qU2hQ4bM7i0gTGdEEx8GFJ9xUQQrcEMURZKebLSm4AHk6zZPGZnTH17bAnBXg6XJgy8A90L2C/s320/Bangles,+The+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491211425445134098" border="0" /></a><br />· · ·<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Año: 1984.<br />Procedencia de la banda: Los Angeles (California), Estados Unidos.<br />· · ·<br /></div></span>La espuma del sonidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08888186831474358076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974625834723416077.post-5568597278909957812010-07-06T12:21:00.000-07:002010-07-06T12:26:35.585-07:00Smell the magic. L7.<div style="text-align: center;"> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEyN3DthGmYm_BiJ_5e4V04JaZf8TsunDVWV5yKfpijotJ9hP_OeAJ12JnuCXXv4Z6mt4vTf0e8yUbpU_KaGYrehsxfkA7ZtgV4iiZYryppTkylLUMVLgC-IJpDjxBYBZjfUk8NRrnCoye/s400/Smell+the+magic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490875921020325762" border="0" /></a></div><span class="fullpost"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Shove.</span><br /><br />Bill collectors called today, shove, I.R.S. is on my pay, shove, my boss says I should comb my hair, shove, my father thinks that I'm nowhere. Get out of my way or I might shove, get out of my way or I might shove.<br /><br />The Landlord doesn't like my dog, shove, my eyes are burning from the smog, shove, the neighbors say I jam too loud, shove, America thinks it should be proud. Get out of my way or I might shove, get out of my way or I’m gonna shove.<br /><br />Some guy just pinched my ass, shove, drunken bums ain't got no class, shove, the club says we won't get paid, shove, it's been months since I've been laid. Get out of my way or I might shove, get out of my way or I’m gonna shove, get out of my way or I might shove, get out of my way or I’m gonna shove…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Fast and frightening.</span><br /><br />Her glance hits me like lightning, I heard that girl is fast and frightening, dirty hair and a laugh, that's mean, her neighbors call her an evil machine. She's fast, she's lean, she's frightening, she's fast, she's lean, she's frightening.<br /><br />Popping wheelies on her motorbike, straight girls wish they were dykes, she'll do anything on a dare, mom and daddy's worst nightmare. She's fast, she's lean, she's frightening, she's fast, she's lean, she's frightening.<br /><br />Down at the creek smoking pot, she eats the roach so she don't get caught, throws her mini off in the halls, got so much clit, she don't need no balls. She's fast, she's lean, she's frightening, she's fast, she's lean, she's frightening…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. (Right on) thru.</span><br /><br />Well I hate the rain when I drive, right on thru, ‘cause the windows are broken on my 455, right on thru, it don't rain much but when it do that dirty old rain comes right on thru, through to you, right on thru, through to you.<br /><br />I had some pigeons livin on my ledge, right on thru, dirty winged rats living on the edge, right on thru, I give em a shot too, right on thru, the pigeon shit seeps right on thru, through to you, right on thru, through to you.<br /><br />Well you built your house made out of lead, right on thru, it keeps out those things that you dread, right on thru, it don't matter where you hide, right on thru, because reality always crashes inside, right on thru, through to you, right on thru, through to you.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKDfpRQ_3y1pzUs8EHkIPCFNkpKFD7kG2J4St9ZHhQSDrM8k5-asOZ1XLx3S7MkSp04iRQlrhfutrA4Tq7JMiuU8_gURy-JUAuLvqxbWgH6oIiC0OB7jUhtsL9LhmAkYnboFx5IVOFVrEE/s1600/L7+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKDfpRQ_3y1pzUs8EHkIPCFNkpKFD7kG2J4St9ZHhQSDrM8k5-asOZ1XLx3S7MkSp04iRQlrhfutrA4Tq7JMiuU8_gURy-JUAuLvqxbWgH6oIiC0OB7jUhtsL9LhmAkYnboFx5IVOFVrEE/s320/L7+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490875767073840482" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Deathwish.</span><br /><br />She wakes up wet in a shower stall, sewn together, bangs her head on a wall, she goes hitchhiking at three a.m., bruised and bloody, does it over again. She's got a deathwish in a self-destructive blitz.<br /><br />He's got a car that goes real fast, he's got a life but it won't last, doesn't even look disturbed when his Chevy takes out the curb. He's got a deathwish coming home, is a hit or a miss, he's got a deathwish in a self-destructive blitz.<br /><br />Passed out drunk on the living room floor, gets up and pukes so she can drink some more, and evening's party, out in the fringe, turns into a two-week binge. She's got a deathwish coming home, is a hit or a miss, she's got a deathwish in a self-destructive blitz.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. 'Til the wheels fall off.</span><br /><br />You and me 'till the wheels fall off, you and me, we just fit, I'm addicted and I can't quit, you and me 'till the wheels fall off.<br /><br />You and me 'till the wheels fall off, you're enough to make me hot, what we got can't be bought, you and me 'till the wheels fall off.<br /><br />You and me 'till the wheels fall off, you and me, we just fit, I'm addicted and I can't quit, you and me 'till the wheels fall off.<br /><br />You and me 'till the wheels fall off, people say you're a few quarts low, I don't care, let's go, go, go, you and me 'till the wheels fall off.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. Broomstick.</span><br /><br />I've got my broomstick, baby, I've got my paperback novel, I'm gonna lay right here and I ain't gonna grovel. What's the use of lying, I won't believe you, what's the use of crying, it won't relieve you.<br /><br />I've got my broomstick, I've got my paperback novel, I'm gonna lay right here right now and I ain't gonna grovel.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_leflGbBqq8ZJD1ZRqW9QrvATjJlsKYHp3n3ZhkAsvnbVFrIyfJQmeVAn89ZZEAREtei8EjrVjZWyvXuxSj3xn6isDGtRaxeV7uLCwHw9wutUth8LoQNzwuyqJ9pYt-GfbB8uUGRvTgT/s1600/L7+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_leflGbBqq8ZJD1ZRqW9QrvATjJlsKYHp3n3ZhkAsvnbVFrIyfJQmeVAn89ZZEAREtei8EjrVjZWyvXuxSj3xn6isDGtRaxeV7uLCwHw9wutUth8LoQNzwuyqJ9pYt-GfbB8uUGRvTgT/s320/L7+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490875776862745458" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. Packin' a rod.</span><br /><br />I'm all fucked up and I'm mad as hell, violate your daughter and your son as well, I don't give a shit about your crummy lie, as long as I'm god, I'm packin a rod, yeah. I'm packin' a rod, I'm packing a rod, I'm packin' a rod, baby, and it's all for you.<br /><br />Guns and ammo is what I read, my cold steel dagger's gonna make you bleed, when you talk to me you best watch what you say, my Smith and Wesson heat is gonna blow you away. I'm packin' a rod, I'm packing a rod, I'm packin' a rod, baby, all for you…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Just like me.</span><br /><br />Taime is a rock star just like me, everyone loves him just like me, they all think he's punk just like me, smack how he picks it up, so where's your dignity? Faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster.<br /><br />Well Axel is a love god just like me, the girls, all love him just like me, but he's so messed up just like me, doesn't want to give it up, so where's your dignity? Guns and, guns and, guns and, guns and, guns and, guns and.<br /><br />Well, Vixen are love gods just like me, pretty, pretty sex things just like me, dressed up and to pay to play, I couldn't live that way, hair spray and bustier can't fool me. Vixen, Vixen, Vixen, Vixen, Vixen, Vixen.<br /><br />Slash is a love god, I know it's hard to believe, boys all dig him but boys are easy to please, you've got the bimbos swinging like monkeys in the trees, you've got limos and money, so where's your dignity?<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. American society.</span><br /><br />Don't wanna drown, don't wanna be found, this is not my destiny, oh yeah, no twentieth century casualty, oh yeah. I don't wanna watch television, I don't wanna listen to the radio, I don't wanna drown in American society, I don't wanna drown in American society, I don't wanna drown in American society.<br /><br />Don't wanna be rich, now can't you see the way they dress, they dress, well they're a bloody tax mess. I don't wanna go to the movies, I don't wanna listen to the company, I don't wanna drown in American society, I don't wanna drown in American society, I don't wanna drown in American society.<br /><br />Don't wanna drown, don't wanna be found, this is not my destiny, oh yeah, no twentieth century casualty, oh yeah. I don't wanna watch television, I don't wanna listen to the radio, I don't wanna drown in American society, I don't wanna drown in American society, I don't wanna drown in American society.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEpqD3yiqH_F0IcGJNNXX9gcHdOFr_HVi8_pCMck1BhhMPo8eALyWF3gYV-PgbR1nMX_EaOiF7sIEbmLaZXOYhjHrJaBTsJOSsvKb7b0dRgUd_KEwXD4Tq762jB-vioKyVAT1nVjRku4if/s1600/L7+3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEpqD3yiqH_F0IcGJNNXX9gcHdOFr_HVi8_pCMck1BhhMPo8eALyWF3gYV-PgbR1nMX_EaOiF7sIEbmLaZXOYhjHrJaBTsJOSsvKb7b0dRgUd_KEwXD4Tq762jB-vioKyVAT1nVjRku4if/s320/L7+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490875781547491042" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">· · ·<br />Año: 1991.<br />Procedencia de la banda: Los Angeles (California), Estados Unidos.<br />· · ·<br /></div></span>La espuma del sonidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08888186831474358076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974625834723416077.post-86591368174493626232010-07-06T10:24:00.000-07:002010-07-06T10:29:29.365-07:00Turn! Turn! Turn! The Byrds.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPxYESKLHrWhNI7IV11lLxMhDRhFUIue9q83e8yAs4l7X3hUV4d7vwY5-t3RJXEE8mCsvnsZR0J2BnVRRJUaFBI3w2qWpEYNlpvijzgx_2Dp8TGd1S-gmadj5VWJQ71Gcxr18GE5xTD-OY/s400/Turn!+Turn%21+Turn%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490845616614824498" border="0" /></a></div><span class="fullpost"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Turn! Turn! Turn!</span><br /><br />To everything, turn, turn, turn, there is a season, turn, turn, turn, and a time for every purpose under heaven. A time to be born, a time to die, a time to plant, a time to reap, a time to kill, a time to heal, a time to laugh, a time to weep.<br /><br />To everything, turn, turn, turn, there is a season, turn, turn, turn, and a time for every purpose under heaven. A time to build up, a time to break down, a time to dance, a time to mourn, a time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together.<br /><br />To everything, turn, turn, turn, there is a season, turn, turn, turn, and a time for every purpose under heaven. A time of love, a time of hate, a time of war, a time of peace a time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing.<br /><br />To everything, turn, turn, turn, there is a season, turn, turn, turn, and a time for every purpose under heaven. A time to gain, a time to lose, a time to rend, a time to sew, a time to love, a time to hate, a time of peace, I swear it's not too late.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. It won't be wrong.</span><br /><br />Every time I see you smile, come to me, don't be long, let me tell you how my heart goes wild, please let me love you and it won't be wrong. Every time you're in my arms, come to me, don't be long, you know that I'll never do you no harm, please let me love you and it won't be wrong. Let me love you and then you'll see, come to me, come to me, let me show you once and we'll be free, please let me love you and it won't be wrong.<br /><br />Every time I see you smile, come to me, don't be long, let me tell you how my heart goes wild, please let me love you and it won't be wrong. Let me love you and then you'll see, come to me, come to me, let me show you once and we'll be free, please let me love you and it won't be wrong…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Set you free this time.</span><br /><br />The first thing that I heard you say when you were standing there, set in your way, was that you were not blind, you were sure to make a fool of me ‘cause there was nothing there that you could see that could go beyond your mind. Now who's standing at the door remembering the days before and asking, please be kind, it isn't how it was set up to be but I've set you free this time.<br /><br />I have never been so far out in front that I could ever ask for what I want and have it any time, knowing this you found a thought for me that told you just what I should be and there I stood behind, with all the ones that went before and memories that always seems to tear me from my mind, in front of what it is you seem me to be I've set you free this time.<br /><br />I could never find a chance to choose between a way to win or a thing to lose because there was your stand, on top of all the love you took there was only something you can look at lying in your hand, now who's wondering what has changed and why it can not be arranged to have each thing work fine, it isn't how it was set up to be but I'll set you free this time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpEdOKt9p7nDwBkKVZcCduycgdX5fNmFT3bCSORb7B3F0GUxE5MUzX9TVLXFXcNcdnhR1YUOjZsk3yY7hW-Tj08rFBzVo7lReiLuoJgxqQ7WBtETSMB_h5qVOC-DlHzNz6GzJVren4Xlfy/s1600/Byrds,+The+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpEdOKt9p7nDwBkKVZcCduycgdX5fNmFT3bCSORb7B3F0GUxE5MUzX9TVLXFXcNcdnhR1YUOjZsk3yY7hW-Tj08rFBzVo7lReiLuoJgxqQ7WBtETSMB_h5qVOC-DlHzNz6GzJVren4Xlfy/s320/Byrds,+The+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490845534710368018" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Lay down your weary tune.</span><br /><br />Lay down your weary tune, lay down, lay down the song you strum and rest yourself beneath the strength of strings, no voice can hope to hum. Stuck by the sounds before the sun, I knew the night had gone, the morning breeze like a bugle blew, against the drums of dawn.<br /><br />Lay down your weary tune, lay down, lay down the song you strum and rest yourself beneath the strength of strings, no voice can hope to hum. The ocean wild like an organ played, the seaweed wove its strands, the crashing waves like cymbals clashed, against the rocks and sands.<br /><br />Lay down your weary tune, lay down, lay down the song you strum and rest yourself beneath the strength of strings, no voice can hope to hum. The last of leaves fell from the trees and clung to a new love's breast, the branches bare like a banjo played to the winds that listened best.<br /><br />Lay down your weary tune, lay down, lay down the song you strum and rest yourself beneath the strength of strings, no voice can hope to hum.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. He was a friend of mine.</span><br /><br />He was a friend of mine, he was a friend of mine, his killing had no purpose, no reason or rhyme, he was a friend of mine. He was in Dallas town, he was in Dallas town, from a sixth floor window a gunner shot him down, he died in Dallas town.<br /><br />He never knew my name, he never knew my name, though I never met him I knew him just the same, oh, he was a friend of mine. Leader of a nation for such a precious time, he was a friend of mine.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. The world turns all around her.</span><br /><br />Well if you think she's everything you could want, and if you think she's everything that could be, well, I still think the world turns all around her, and I still wish that she belonged to me.<br /><br />I don't know how I ever could thought that, I'd let her go and still be just the same, well, I found out my world turned all around her, and every where I go I hear her name. Somewhere along the way, I don't know why, I thought that I would want to let her go, but now whenever I see her with you I realize how much I didn't know.<br /><br />So if you tell her every day you love her, and if you tell her everything she could be, you'll find out that your world will turn around her, you'll feel the same if you should set her free.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. Satisfied mind.</span><br /><br />How many times have you heard someone say, if I had his money I could do things my way, but little they know that it's so hard to find one rich man in ten with a satisfied mind.<br /><br />Money won't buy back your youth when you're old, a friend when you're lonely or a love that's grown cold, the wealthiest person is a pauper at times, compared to the man with a satisfied mind.<br /><br />Once I was living in fortune and fame, I had all that I dreamed of to get a start in life's game, then suddenly it happened and I lost every dime, but I'm richer by far with a satisfied mind.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPK0-mbn_FniPi2U1NddNicgbCWN5gpi5kW35D6npA778CvbM5MbuR4FAcBobk7GdS8Im8MFW0y1UANZJVgghas4zvgZJZKeXPOaVt4ofmBz2f_CQGhCLsyDIlbFlonAB_cM6i3tg9iAvP/s1600/Byrds,+The+2.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPK0-mbn_FniPi2U1NddNicgbCWN5gpi5kW35D6npA778CvbM5MbuR4FAcBobk7GdS8Im8MFW0y1UANZJVgghas4zvgZJZKeXPOaVt4ofmBz2f_CQGhCLsyDIlbFlonAB_cM6i3tg9iAvP/s320/Byrds,+The+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490845540487100130" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. If you're gone.</span><br /><br />If I need you, to me you’re everything, if I have you, if I love you just the same, if your here the night is likely going to fall, if your gone I'll see the daylight in that song, if I stand alone understanding what is now, if I ever need someone to show me how. If the daylight can be hidden by the sun, if your gone then I'll know why I miss someone,<br /><br />If I love you, if I know how much I care, if I find the things you wanted anywhere, if I know you, I may never know your name, if you’re gone then there is nothing that remains.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. The times they are a-changin'.</span><br /><br />Come gather 'round people wherever you roam, admit that the waters around you have grown, accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone, if your time to you is worth savin', then you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone, for the times they are a-changin'.<br /><br />Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen, keep your eyes open, the chance won't come again, and watch what you say for the wheel's still in spin, and there's no tellin' who that it's namin', for the loser now will be later to win, for the times they are a-changin'.<br /><br />Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call, don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall, for he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled, there's a battle outside and it is ragin', then rattle your windows and shake up your walls, for the times they are a-changin'.<br /><br />Come mothers and fathers throughout the land and don't criticize what you can't understand, your sons and daughters are beyond your command, your old road is rapidly agin', get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand, for the times they are a-changin'.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. Wait and see.</span><br /><br />Watch out what you say, don’t get in my way, I'm gonna get that girl, wait and see, I saw her today, she came by my way, I'm gonna win her love just for me. And together we'll go walkin', through the evening still be talkin', she's the kind of girl you never hardly see.<br /><br />Have you seen her eyes, do you realize how much love like that can mean to me? I know she knows me, today after tea, the way she held her head when she walked by. And before the night is over I think I'm gonna love her, and if it last forever I don't care.<br /><br />Say now she is mine, I told you all the time, how could I let a girl like that go by. And before the night is over I think I'm gonna love her, and if it last forever I don't care.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11. Oh! Susannah.</span><br /><br />Well I come from Alabama with a banjo on my kneee and I'm going to Lousiana, Sasannah, for to see, oh Susannah, now don't you cry for me ‘cause I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee.<br /><br />Well it rained so hard the night I left, the weather it was dry, and it was so hot I froze to death, Susannah don't you cry, oh Susannah, now don't you cry for me ‘cause I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee.<br /><br />Well I come from Alabama with a banjo on my kneee and I'm going to Lousiana, Sasannah, for to see, oh Susannah, now don't you cry for me ‘cause I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee.<br /><br />Well it rained so hard the night I left, the weather it was dry, and it was so hot I froze to death, Susannah don't you cry, oh Susannah, now don't you cry for me ‘cause I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHyRBJIlHIyTPALz-0iceLrgWcHZI7lH72DZEiLJLPtUvmMOub0KANOLK4EBvF_b_mUcnd1wz5tk3XU2jP6i5zYa1RrweMXGxTrKTSRDFOv2pW5gWLjFOEMTtiS64GbyX9HHkgsmXuxlCU/s1600/Byrds,+The+3.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHyRBJIlHIyTPALz-0iceLrgWcHZI7lH72DZEiLJLPtUvmMOub0KANOLK4EBvF_b_mUcnd1wz5tk3XU2jP6i5zYa1RrweMXGxTrKTSRDFOv2pW5gWLjFOEMTtiS64GbyX9HHkgsmXuxlCU/s320/Byrds,+The+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490845549143053522" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">· · ·<br />Año: 1965.<br />Procedencia de la banda: Los Angeles (California), Estados Unidos.<br />· · ·<br /></div></span>La espuma del sonidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08888186831474358076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974625834723416077.post-59813703469933950272010-07-01T04:11:00.001-07:002010-07-01T04:19:02.749-07:00El día uno. Una Sonrisa Terrible.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur=""><img style="" 0px="" auto="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBkDgWRsSWL4Sl5LjkBaCm70mGrveYjyhV27uxg-clrGcYi7Qh3U9px3vGxVkOshaAlDw5HJnKDMNhyphenhyphenu5V2Mf-duwz6MHlQR_lCRTQ14frJNl0SLrhQgBDnnjuWizSPVb2KAwoc6A5-w7d/s400/El+d%C3%ADa+uno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488894102675359362" border="0" /></a></div><span class="fullpost"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Transparente.</span><br /><br />Eres transparente y los celos que hoy te envuelven te disparan a la sien, eres transparente como la lluvia y la fiebre de este triste amanecer. Deja que te empuje los dedos hacia el enchufe, amo la electricidad, eres tan idiota, no piensas en otra cosa, comenzó la cuenta atrás.<br /><br />Eres tan absurdo como ese pequeño mundo que me quieres regalar. Tan frágil y tan pequeño a la vez, no lo quisiera celebrar, tan frágil y tan pequeño, no me quisiera despertar.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Valencia.</span><br /><br />Esto es Valencia, esto no es Nueva York, no conocemos a Lou Reed, Woody Allen nunca ha estado aquí. Somos artistas, eso te lo digo yo, hagamos algo grande aquí y ahora, nadie merece la gloria más que tú y que yo.<br /><br />Tomemos algo, hoy no me puedo emborrachar, ya voy flotando, será el aire de enero o que es viernes y que está nublao. Gran sinfonía nos ofrecen los coches hoy, hablemos de nuestra vida, hay buena perspectiva, se ve todo tan lejano hoy.<br /><br />Mira ese chico que se cruza con nosotras, seguro que está dudando si su vida sería mejor contigo o conmigo, eso sí, con cualquiera de nosotras mejor que con su novia.<br /><br />Pues claro que soy un fantasma, ¿acaso no lo eres tú? Hoy tengo un halo divino y sonrío aunque me duela el pie y me pese la cruz. Compremos algo o entremos a esa exposición, seguro que nos reímos porque nos sentimos distintas o algo mejor.<br /><br />¿Que haces parándote delante de una relojería? Dos perros hambrientos como tú y como yo no entendemos las horas, no me digas que ya estás con otra de tus crisis, déjalo ya, te invito a algo, entremos en cualquier bar.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Por una sonrisa...</span><br /><br />Es de esas historias de las que has oído hablar, es de esas historias que no tienen buen final, rumores que no crees y resultan ser verdad. Por un bocado en su cuello ella daría el mundo entero, por una sonrisa él pintaría rojo el cielo, por estar a su lado vendería el alma al diablo, para tener sus caricias ella le cortaría las manos.<br /><br />Es de esas historias que te ponen a temblar, es de esas historias que siempre acaban tan mal, relatos con finales imposibles de inventar. Con una mirada ella construye el universo, si le regala un beso él comparte sus infiernos, le abraza tan fuerte que no lo deja respirar, ella daría su vida si él existiera de verdad.<br /><br />Hace mucho tiempo nadie sabe dónde está, ella siempre dice que juntos hasta el final.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD-xoYe7M3JBy5UYdjlsFmK1w034Hc9fGri3cUL9w6_5zAD2FLdt3Y-PA5zKZ4r18pbAbvH_spjhqtLgHEzB3ghHL3hSyoNvFLXlmNV1G1dCAXFDuyy0_m1jJh-rXt9tj0BSFS0E1jbw7w/s1600/Una+Sonrisa+Terrible+4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD-xoYe7M3JBy5UYdjlsFmK1w034Hc9fGri3cUL9w6_5zAD2FLdt3Y-PA5zKZ4r18pbAbvH_spjhqtLgHEzB3ghHL3hSyoNvFLXlmNV1G1dCAXFDuyy0_m1jJh-rXt9tj0BSFS0E1jbw7w/s320/Una+Sonrisa+Terrible+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488893935458978098" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Cambio de ruta.</span><br /><br />No sé si has soñado a veces, digo muchas veces, que puedes volar, incluso cuando te despiertas todavía piensas que todo es real. Debería darme risa que hoy no tengo prisa por volver, todo lo que ya pensaba, hoy lo certifico, ese es mi poder, necesito el punto exacto y confiar de nuevo en la gravedad, hablar de un cambio de ruta que no he planeado pero que ahí está.<br /><br />Deberías darte cuenta, no te tengo en cuenta desde ayer, está todo dispuesto en calma y solamente falta volverme a querer, y saltar muy alto para dejarme caer, sonreír cuando la brisa acaricia mis pies.<br /><br />Debería darme risa que hoy no tengo prisa por volver, todo lo que ya pensaba, hoy lo certifico, ese es mi poder, no sé si has soñado a veces, digo muchas veces, que puedes volar, incluso cuando te despiertas todavía piensas que todo es real.<br /><br />Y saltar muy alto para dejarme caer, sonreír cuando la brisa acaricia mis pies, respirar el aire con dificultad, sentir el vértigo bajo mi piel, y saltar muy alto para dejarme caer, y saltar muy alto para dejarme caer.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. Plan D.</span><br /><br />Plan A, abrir las ventanas, agarrarme a tus alas y echar a volar, plan B, besarte con ganas como si esta fuera nuestra última vez, plan C, columpiarte en mi nube y ver como dejas tus pies caer, plan D, dedicarte un suspiro, cantarte al oído y echar a correr a ver si me coges. Planes para un sueño de amor que no viviremos ni tú ni yo, planes para un mundo mejor en el que no cabemos ninguno de los dos.<br /><br />Plan D, dedicarte un suspiro, cantarte al oído y echar a correr a ver si me coges, echar a correr a ver si me coges, echar a correr a ver si me coges. Planes para un sueño de amor que no viviremos ni tú ni yo, planes para un mundo mejor en el que no cabemos ninguno de los dos. Ninguno de los dos.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. Un poco Rolling Stone.</span><br /><br />Tú sabes que si me vuelvo loca no es por tu amor, tú sabes que yo siempre he sido un poco Rolling Stone, quién es el culpable, no fui yo, tendremos que asumir la situación.<br /><br />Te jode que si me equivoco no pida perdón, dices que ya sólo miro en otra dirección, quién ha roto el trato, no fui yo, tendremos que ajustar la situación.<br /><br />Tú sabes que si me vuelvo loca no es por tu amor, tú sabes que yo siempre he sido un poco Rolling Stone, fuiste tú el culpable o lo fui yo, podrías arreglarlo o tal vez no.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFSWN7hc5m1fusRegAEOa4DNDf5vXr5W2XYbH5hT11sxEqDTmo8uv1tBiPufcRy1Z7rU1HJ2yk9Qp3qQ4-auCcA9Ub5kmLb0SbG5nPcgv1ZN98gQ1Hz-6wooWbwnnZyLxIMeV54w00YibF/s1600/Una+Sonrisa+Terrible+5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFSWN7hc5m1fusRegAEOa4DNDf5vXr5W2XYbH5hT11sxEqDTmo8uv1tBiPufcRy1Z7rU1HJ2yk9Qp3qQ4-auCcA9Ub5kmLb0SbG5nPcgv1ZN98gQ1Hz-6wooWbwnnZyLxIMeV54w00YibF/s320/Una+Sonrisa+Terrible+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488893942026741186" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. Más fuerte que ayer.</span><br /><br />Tras, tras, tras, no quiero mirar hacia atrás, no quiero perder el compás, no quiero volverte a soñar, no quiero volverte a soñar. Voy, voy, voy, corriendo en una dirección, buscando un poquito de acción, dejando aparcado tu amor, dejando de lado el dolor.<br /><br />Un, dos, tres, me siento más fuerte que ayer, aguanto hasta el amanecer, no pienso dejarme caer, no quiero dejarme vencer. Tras, tras, tras, no dejo pasar una más, quemaste tu oportunidad, no quiero volverlo a intentar, me niego a volverlo a intentar.<br /><br />Tras, tras, tras, no quiero mirar hacia atrás, no quiero perder el compás, no quiero volverte a soñar, no quiero volverte a soñar. Voy, voy, voy, corriendo en una dirección, buscando un poquito de acción, dejando aparcado tu amor, dejando de lado el dolor.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Ataque de risa.</span><br /><br />Alguien ha encendido una hoguera y yo ya sé que hoy me quemaré, que hoy me quemaré, el peligro y yo tenemos polos opuestos y el maldito magnetismo me arrastra hacia él. A mí alrededor todo es desorden, he perdido el norte otra vez, no tengo remedio, lo sé, qué le voy a hacer.<br /><br />Una espesa niebla me envuelve desde hace ya un mes, y no me deja ver si hay algo que ver, vuelvo a casa por las noches con una canción que me hace olvidar tu voz y ya no recuerdo tu voz. Mi vida es una gran desastre, he perdido el norte por enésima vez, ya no tengo miedo y eso es lo que me da más miedo esta vez.<br /><br />Un ataque de risa en medio de la gran guerra del amor, ¿qué clase de broma es ésta? Ángeles y demonios quieren llevarme con ellos a algún sitio mejor, me aburren muchísimo. Todo vuela por los aires, he perdido el norte que nunca busqué, intentas ayudarme, lo sé, pierdes el tiempo esta vez.<br /><br />Un ataque de risa en medio de la gran guerra del amor, ¿qué clase de broma es ésta? Ángeles y demonios quieren llevarme con ellos y ya los conozco a los dos, me aburren muchísimo.<br /><br />La vida en esta especie de limbo es la mejor opción para alguien como yo, pasan los días sin tomar ninguna decisión, pasan los días y no digo que sí, ni digo que no. Alguien ha encendido una hoguera y yo ya sé que hoy me quemaré, que hoy me quemaré.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. La velocidad del amor.</span><br /><br />Perdimos la velocidad del amor, perdimos la velocidad del amor y ahora todo ha cambiado, Perdimos el tiempo y la razón, perdimos el tiempo y la razón, y ahora sólo nos queda pensar que esto es mejor.<br /><br />Creímos que el viento iba a nuestro favor, creímos que el viento iba a nuestro favor y ahora todo ha girado, rompimos la esfera de nuestro reloj, rompimos la esfera de nuestro reloj y ahora sólo nos queda lo que el tiempo salvó. Y tú no lo imaginabas, y yo no me lo esperaba.<br /><br />Perdimos la magia y el truco falló, logramos flotar pero sin dirección y ahora todo ha acabado, guardamos lo que nos quedaba de amor, guardamos lo que nos quedaba de amor, sólo falta encontrarlo entre tanto rencor. Y tú no lo imaginabas, y yo no me lo esperaba.<br /><br />Perdimos la velocidad del amor, perdimos la velocidad del amor y ahora todo ha cambiado, creímos que el viento iba a nuestro favor, creímos que el viento iba a nuestro favor y ahora todo ha girado.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. Románticos.</span><br /><br />Hoy es un día gris y está nublado, Londres es así, me he enamorado, qué bello dolor, nos gusta el frío, el negro es un sabor, somos románticos. Unidos para siempre, será perfecto, yo te protegeré, te lo prometo, Dorian es feliz aquí a mi lado, no se conforma sólo con mi retrato.<br /><br />Volvamos ya, los charcos se han vuelto azules, el sol mata el color, la niebla es dulce. Tan románticos, románticos, románticos.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirvKiCpPyhcxyRi7_ToGoIFgzxgUl-jrV_u018Bk_jakA4gqaL7_-O-RneNggMvqXZFkeJ_MMhXEqu13vNLVzZ-FF7zgtwxEr1oYNtXECaK3kMHMBFfn9J6L_adM0a9H54biUbxoTPYsiD/s1600/Una+Sonrisa+Terrible+6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirvKiCpPyhcxyRi7_ToGoIFgzxgUl-jrV_u018Bk_jakA4gqaL7_-O-RneNggMvqXZFkeJ_MMhXEqu13vNLVzZ-FF7zgtwxEr1oYNtXECaK3kMHMBFfn9J6L_adM0a9H54biUbxoTPYsiD/s320/Una+Sonrisa+Terrible+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488893948780070466" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">· · ·<br />Año: 2007.<br />Procedencia de la banda: Valencia, España.<br />· · ·<br /></div></span>La espuma del sonidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08888186831474358076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974625834723416077.post-69881869464966612722010-06-25T01:04:00.000-07:002010-06-25T01:09:31.225-07:00Stoneage Romeos. Hoodoo Gurus.<div style="text-align: center;"> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0AuDVZjkNWUzVjsEOTh6PBa4iPVKlWsEa0MAcKYaKNJuiV-BVjY_QKEoRHAbF0HCZoCk1Mh0fkFBbiMEDlMl0hbyIIa4q038Tkz-InZGu5BxpeHgxy7Rwg89OOgwF_ejVDEvGE6bfW3_T/s400/Stoneage+Romeos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486619359653456786" border="0" /></a></div><span class="fullpost"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. I want you back.</span><br /><br />I can still recall the time, she said she was always mine, then she left as people do, and forgets what we've been through, does this sound familiar to you? It's not that she's gone away, it's the things I hear she has got to say about me and about my friends, when we've got no defense.<br /><br />That's her, I'll never believe her again, she might have deceived all my friends, I know they will see in the end, what it all means when she says, I want you back, I want you back, I want you back, she says…<br /><br />But what's worse, she thinks it's true, but that's just her, she always was a little bit confused, she's not worth the time I had to lose. That's her, I'll never believe her again, she might have deceived all my friends, I know, I see what it all means when she says, I want you back, I want you back, I want you back, she says…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Tojo.</span><br /><br />Tracy, Tracy was angry, a bad mood, a bad mood, I told her, it's an ill wind, blows no good, blows no good. Then she told me, Tojo never made it, Tojo never made it to Darwin, Tojo never made it, Tojo never made it to Darwin.<br /><br />I said, Tracy, won't you listen, this is Christmas, don't you go, don't you go, she said, David, I wouldn't miss this for the world but I got to blow, I got to blow. Then she said again, Tojo never made it, Tojo never made it to Darwin, Tojo never made it, Tojo never made it to Darwin.<br /><br />Now she's gone, gone, gone just like the wind, I just sigh, I just sigh but I'm dreaming that I'm gleaming in her eye, in her eye. But I'll always hear, Tojo never made it, Tojo never made it to Darwin, Tojo never made it, Tojo never made it to Darwin… That year Santa never came.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Leilani.</span><br /><br />Somewhere on a South Pacific island sits a young man staring at the surf, his native girlfriend died a death quite violent, a tribal sacrifice made to the earth. She was brown, her hair was black, her eyes were blue, a chief's daughter, Leilani was her name, she and her young man made a handsome two but lava tore them both apart again. Leilani, don't go to the volcano, he'd say, please don't go to the volcano.<br /><br />They were saving for a little hut, she collected sea-shells every day, everynight they'd share a cigarette but the ancient, angry gods got in the way. Leilani, don't go to the volcano, he'd plead, please don't go, I’ll miss you so.<br /><br />Still the young man sits upon the beach, he's staring misty-eyed out into space, he's thinking about his girlfriend, of late, deceased, at least her death had purpose; now his life is a waste. Please don’t go, I love you so…<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDx7ZPkyWnUMUw_q9OhHK3J-_YdTz1AtfmyrGCw5jLGq5aN3Txw3U2qbV1ioSnGKgJtgZi_IVQBLFL1Q2BFXkQ-JeDMyKPrudKo0MeaLwH1kpAIbY2ppHPNRIeVCItvqsp6Mo9jJkpSvAO/s1600/Hoodoo+Gurus+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDx7ZPkyWnUMUw_q9OhHK3J-_YdTz1AtfmyrGCw5jLGq5aN3Txw3U2qbV1ioSnGKgJtgZi_IVQBLFL1Q2BFXkQ-JeDMyKPrudKo0MeaLwH1kpAIbY2ppHPNRIeVCItvqsp6Mo9jJkpSvAO/s320/Hoodoo+Gurus+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486619235959376066" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Arthur.</span><br /><br />Arthur played the bass, he had an angel's face, jiving with the Hoodoos, man, no one could take his place, no, no, no. He needed extra cash do he drove his brother's cab, the day we heard the news, you know, it really hit us bad, yeah, yeah, yeah, that was the day that Arthur died, that was the day that Arthur died.<br /><br />A black gelato van finished for the day, met with Arthur's taxi head down St. Kilda way, by the Prince of Wales, that was the way that Arthur died, upon the day that Arthur died.<br /><br />Arthur played the bass, he had an angel's face, jiving with the Hoodoos, man, no one could take his place, no, no, no, the day that Arthur died, the day that Arthur died.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. Dig it up.</span><br /><br />My girlfriend lives in the ground, my friends ask why she's not around, she won't come home, I'm so alone, you'll never know. You can't bury love, you've gotta dig it up, yeah, you've gotta live it up.<br /><br />I take her flowers each day, I place them over her grave, I want her back because I look so bad, so bad in black, like a maniac. You can't bury love, you've gotta dig it up, yeah, you've gotta live it up.<br /><br />Please, darling, come home to me, well, I'll make you so happy, you will see, I'll paint your room in pink and blue, I'll even choose the colour scheme for you, you can't take away my love, I'll never give it up, yeah, I'm gonna dig it up, don't tell me, don't, I don't want to know.<br /><br />My girlfriend lives in the ground, my friends, you ask me why she's six feet down, I can't tell you why ’cause if I even try I'd fall down flat on my face and I'd cry, you can't take away my love, I'm gonna dig it up, I'm gonna live it up, yeah, I'm gonna dig it up, dig it up. I'm never gonna stop with that loving cup, gotta fill it up.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. (Let's all) turn on.</span><br /><br />Shake some action, psychotic reaction, no satisfaction, sky pilot, sky saxon, that's what I like, that's what I like, blitzkrieg bop to the jailhouse rock, stop, stop, stop at the hop do the bluejean bop, that's what I like, that's what I like, that's what I like.<br /><br />Better get off my cloud 'cos two's a crowd, better get off the phone, there's nobody home, I'm gonna work it on out, I'm gonna twist and shout, I'm gonna ride a white swan and get it on, let's all turn on.<br /><br />Born to lose those summertime blues, in blue suede shoes, le Hoodoo Gurus, that's what I like, that's what I like, waiting for my man, baby, can the can, I wanna hold your hand, remember Sam the Sham? That's what I like, that's what I like, that's what I like.<br /><br />Better get off my cloud 'cos two's a crowd, better get off the phone, there's nobody home, I'm gonna work it on out, I'm gonna twist and shout, I'm gonna ride a white swan and get it on, let's all turn on.<br /><br />When you walk in the room, sunny afternoon, a-wop-bop a-loo-bop, a-lop-bam-boom, that's what I like, that's what I like, I like sugar, sugar, talk, talk, money, honey, boardwalk, who wears short shorts? We wear short shorts, that's what I like, that's what I like, that's what I like, turn on.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. Death ship.</span><br /><br />I am the captain of a ghostly crew, sail the seven seas with nothing to do, the girl that I thought was untrue really loved me, bo, ho, ho. Near hidden reefs we appear in the gloom, luring mariners to their doom, as we're condemned, we condemn others too, who would love me, who? Would You? I'm asking you.<br /><br />I'm on the death ship, I sail the seas alone, death ship, I can call no port home, lost souls cry to hell in the wind, let us in, let us in, let us in. Death ship, I sail the seas alone, death ship, I can call no port home, lost souls cry to hell in the wind, let us in, let us in, let us in.<br /><br />I need somebody who will die for me to free me of this misery, I need someone who will cry for me, really love me, really…<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNt-k0GRxRI3omDYBS1DKHyRG7Ms4Re89OKsxTiK0-7Mt7IbKfQthE4qxlXw2ztcGdbxaU368GyWoW2phkmO3pyf1FYh0bjSJqWRS7oDlfXcpTRjMj_pf6HEZWWwCKIYho6YRYmku-Zian/s1600/Hoodoo+Gurus+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNt-k0GRxRI3omDYBS1DKHyRG7Ms4Re89OKsxTiK0-7Mt7IbKfQthE4qxlXw2ztcGdbxaU368GyWoW2phkmO3pyf1FYh0bjSJqWRS7oDlfXcpTRjMj_pf6HEZWWwCKIYho6YRYmku-Zian/s320/Hoodoo+Gurus+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486619246218136578" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. In the echo chamber.</span><br /><br />As I was out walking home alone one night, I saw this man approaching, he wore a coat of white, he said, you don't know me, but you'll very soon find out, then the world was darkness as a cloth, clamped around my mouth. Where am I? I don't know how can I escape?)<br /><br />Slowly I recovered, my head was aching bad, I was laying on the carpet inside this madman's lab, then a voice was speaking from behind a glass-walled booth, it said, welcome stranger, we've got some serious work to do. Where am I? Where am I? Someone say more, what's his fiendish plan?<br /><br />He said, you're my guinea-pig, I'm an unsound engineer, I'm going to see how much a man can dig a thousand voices in his ever-decreasing human ear.<br /><br />In the echo chamber I almost went insane, even my own heartbeat caused my eardrum pain, it was like a Phil Spector nightmare, the echo machine ran wild, it was louder, getting louder, I thought that I would die. Where am I? Say more, I never got out of there though I've tried and tried for twenty-more years, that's why I am where I am now. Where am I? I'm gonna tear it down before I go, Michaelangelo, you know.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. Zanzibar.</span><br /><br />Did we ever meet in Zanzibar, two Caucasians at the town bazaar, are you who you say you are? Did you offer me a Dutch cigar, you must have thought you were so bourgeois, are you who you say you are? After all these years you haven't changed at all but I can't say you look the same.<br /><br />Summer days are hot in Zanzibar and at night the sky is filled with stars, listen, you can hear guitars. Native people, skins as black as tar, wear bright-coloured robes in Zanzibar, they've never even heard of Ska, on a tour of limestone caves, did we see where traders kept their slaves, was that how we spent the day? After all these years, you haven't changed at all but I can't say you look the same.<br /><br />I have never been to Zanzibar, I have always thought it was too far, you're not who you say you are, you're not who you say you are, you're not who you say you are.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. I was a kamikaze pilot.</span><br /><br />I was a, was a kamikaze pilot, they gave me a plane, I couldn't fly it home, taught how to take off, I don't know how to land, they say it doesn't matter and I just cannot understand. I was a kamikaze pilot, they gave me a plane, I couldn't fly it home.<br /><br />Left my happy homeland in a zero, I got engine trouble so I couldn't be a hero, do you think I care? Now I'll keep my two feet on the ground 'cause when you're in the clouds everybody tries to shoot you down. I was a kamikaze pilot, they gave me a plane, I couldn't fly it home, I couldn't fly it home.<br /><br />On an island there ain't too much to do, look after number one 'cause I think I can see Lee Marvin chasing after you, take me, wake me, tell me when it's over, I've been waiting for years, I can't live off the doe, no, not for you.. I was a kamikaze pilot, they gave me a plane, I couldn't fly it home, I couldn't fly it home, I couldn't fly it home. Cherry blossoms falling down…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11. My girl.</span><br /><br />Once a girl took my love until I couldn't give anymore, then I tried to pretend not to see what I couldn't ignore. My girl don't love me at all, my girl don't love me at all, my girl don't love me at all, anymore.<br /><br />I took her to the dance and then I didn't see her all night, then a friend said he saw her with some other boy just outside, when I went out she was alone, she said, I would like to go home, I asked her, who were you with? She said, no one, I could tell that she lied and a voice said inside. My girl don't love me at all, my girl don't love me at all, my girl don't love me at all, anymore.<br /><br />My girl don't love me at all, my girl don't love me at all, my girl don't love me at all, anymore, my girl don't love me at all, my girl don't love me at all, my girl don't love me at all, anymore, she don’t love me, my girl don’t love me.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih2DZqvSAl5MtYP7Jd0hVdrlvYAojZNR77PghkxFE7z-juP_xUZMzqJnhE-0gIQgBYCUnbnWPd8AelfVLOCibIl50qVASQDxebCM9NjBf1QjLR0bmcYykmBUISzOHBzErBvFREDruuhcwB/s1600/Hoodoo+Gurus+3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih2DZqvSAl5MtYP7Jd0hVdrlvYAojZNR77PghkxFE7z-juP_xUZMzqJnhE-0gIQgBYCUnbnWPd8AelfVLOCibIl50qVASQDxebCM9NjBf1QjLR0bmcYykmBUISzOHBzErBvFREDruuhcwB/s320/Hoodoo+Gurus+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486619254199246354" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">· · ·<br />Año: 1984.<br />Procedencia de la banda: Sydney, Australia.<br />· · ·<br /></div></span>La espuma del sonidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08888186831474358076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974625834723416077.post-39366973445603264272010-06-24T06:12:00.000-07:002010-06-24T07:14:23.175-07:00Eat to the beat. Blondie.<div style="text-align: center;"> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg90zdO3OLv4b0OPPi-cNlkvPoQxDISufRvKqrk2iJvCaz9HZbO7Jp0a-yiJGW2XRH1V2mXxYqapSrtEgJMvp5wMFzF4ohrkaKZkukW4dzTdWpxMtn23N_jyIK3Eu_Wf1h2fmGHedPFkzV_/s400/Eat+to+the+beat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486330419968172322" border="0" /></a></div><span class="fullpost"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Dreaming.</span><br /><br />When I met you in the restaurant you could tell I was no debutante, you asked me what's my pleasure, a movie or a measure? I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming, dreaming is free, dreaming, dreaming is free.<br /><br />I don't want to live on charity, pleasure's real or is it fantasy? Reel to reel is living rarity, people stop and stare at me, we just walk on by, we just keep on dreaming.<br /><br />Feet, feet, walking a two mile, meet, meet, meet me at the turnstile, I never met him, I'll never forget him, dream, dream, even for a little while, dream, dream, filling up an idle hour, fade away, radiate.<br /><br />I sit by and watch the river flow, I sit by and watch the traffic go, imagine something of your very own, something you can have and hold, I'd build a road in gold just to have some dreaming, dreaming is free…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Hardest part.</span><br /><br />Twenty five tons of hardened steel rolls on no ordinary wheel, inside the armoured car ride two big armed guards, in a bullet-proof vest, shatterproof glass, overdrive, we're gonna pass, twenty five tons of hardened steel rolls on no ordinary wheel. The hardest part of the armoured guard, big man of steel behind the steering wheel.<br /><br />Nitro and acetylene open la machine, no short heist, no overnight, big money take you to Brazil, bullet-proof vest, shatterproof glass, overdrive, we're gonna pass, time bomb, greasy mob, count down, hurry up, come on. The hardest part of the armoured guard, big man of steel behind the steering wheel.<br /><br />In a wire mesh cage with a twelve gauge, radio, we're coming fast, oh, I need to feel some hardened steel, deliver the big money deal, of the armoured guard here's what I heard, I'll tell you that he will no matter what you feel. The hardest part of the armoured guard, big man of steel behind the steering wheel, twenty five tons of hardened steel deliver the big money deal.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Union City blue.</span><br /><br />Oh, what are we gonna do, Union, Union, Union City blue? Tunnel to the other side, it becomes daylight, I say he's mine. Oh power, passion plays a double hand, Union, Union, Union City man, arrive, climb up for flights to the orange side, rearrange my mind, in turquoise Union, Union, Union City blue, skyline, passion, Union City blue.<br /><br />Power, passion plays a double hand, Union, Union, Union City man, I say he's mine, I have a plan, I say he's my Union City man. Oh, what are we gonna do, Union, Union, Union City blue?...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBIkxpBNPq9byirCIsMK0eoLkwv90Be1dCffe81yALQWoPoRyu0OpOk8WcOAqG3BBRp-obQM-HdC_4Fajz-KriqT82ltyls35SSekhCeHtQoL0JvDgtakpkCpiv3LKMRLLX_6Ae-XZZpe7/s1600/Blondie+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBIkxpBNPq9byirCIsMK0eoLkwv90Be1dCffe81yALQWoPoRyu0OpOk8WcOAqG3BBRp-obQM-HdC_4Fajz-KriqT82ltyls35SSekhCeHtQoL0JvDgtakpkCpiv3LKMRLLX_6Ae-XZZpe7/s320/Blondie+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486327677794619570" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Shayla.</span><br /><br />Shayla worked in a factory, she wasn't history, she's just a number, one day she gets her final pay and she goes far away. Green trees call to me, I am free but life is so cheap, scenery is still outside of me, all alone, trapped by its beauty.<br /><br />Shayla turned to run away, to leave in peace and end her stay, years of fear were in her way, lost in space and down she came. Suddenly some subtle entity, some cosmic energy brushed her like shadows, down here we stop to wonder, cars on the freeway, bright lights and thunder.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. Eat to the beat.</span><br /><br />You gotta jump up to the beat, stand up on your feet, toes are tapping and you do it even when you're yapping, hey, you got a sweet tooth and I remember, stand up on your feet, toes are tapping, hey, you got a sweet tooth and I remember, sitting in the kitchen eating peanut butter, eat to the beat.<br /><br />Yeah, you gotta, got, you got the beat, sweeter, sweeter, you beat your meat, I know you do it, I know you do it, I seen you, seen you, seen you, seen you chewing, hey, you got a sweet tooth and I remember, a sweeter treat, you beat your meat, I know you do it, I know you do it, oh, you got a sweet tooth and I remember, standing on the corner with a piece of pizza, eat to the beat.<br /><br />Condition red. You gotta jump up to the beat, stand up on your feet, toes are tapping and you do it even when you're yapping, hey, you got a sweet tooth and I remember, I seen you, seen you, you beat your meat, I know you do it, I know you do it, hey, you got a tummy ache and I remember, sitting in the bathroom drinking Alka Seltzer, eat to the beat, eat to the beat, eat to the beat.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. Accidents never happen.</span><br /><br />No, I don't believe in luck, no, I don't believe in circumstance no more, accidents never happen in a perfect world so I won't believe in luck.<br /><br />I saw you walking in the dark so I slipped behind your footsteps for a while, caught you turning round the block, fancy meeting in a smaller world, after all. Accidents never happen, could have planned it all, precognition in my ears, accidents never happen in a perfect world, complications disappear. Now you love me, I, yeah, I can tell, I never lied, I never cried and you, you knew so well.<br /><br />Like the Magi on the hill, I can divinate your presence from afar and I'll follow you until I can bring you to a perfect world. Accidents never happen, could have planned it all, precognition in my ears, accidents never happen in a perfect world, complications disappear. Now you love me, I, yeah, I can tell, I never lied, I never cried and you, you knew so well, now you love me, I, yeah, I can tell, I never lied, I never cried and you, you knew so well.<br /><br />Accidents never happen in a perfect world, accidents never happen, accidents never happen in a perfect world, accidents never happen.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAnGVZF5gvBeP3NYNY0MJZdgzBvaTpYlchx0fhoUjpXIwXp8sTCuWbOFXgt4MDw2KhOonRADurr_gJ_JdPFvVFHcoSquR64se-owEZxyP8OLO1lk_S1Hr1fTvw-mZKxwzrqgMJrHnTi8MV/s1600/Blondie+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAnGVZF5gvBeP3NYNY0MJZdgzBvaTpYlchx0fhoUjpXIwXp8sTCuWbOFXgt4MDw2KhOonRADurr_gJ_JdPFvVFHcoSquR64se-owEZxyP8OLO1lk_S1Hr1fTvw-mZKxwzrqgMJrHnTi8MV/s320/Blondie+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486327680912439826" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. Die young, stay pretty.</span><br /><br />Die young, stay pretty, die young, stay pretty, die young, stay pretty, die young, stay pretty.<br /><br />Deteriorate in your own time, tell them you're dead and wither away, are you living alone or with your family? A dried up twig on your family tree? Are you waiting for the reaper to arrive, or just to die by the hand of love? Love for youth, love for youth, so die young and stay pretty.<br /><br />Leave only the best behind, slipping sensibilities, tragedy in your own dream, oh. You sit all alone in your rocking chair, transistor pressed against an ear, were you waiting at the bus stop all your life, or just to die by the hand of love? Love for youth, love for youth, so live fast 'cause it won't last.<br /><br />Dearly near senility, dearly near senility, was it good or maybe you won't tell? Die young, stay pretty, live fast 'cause it won't last…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Slow motion.</span><br /><br />What's all that commotion going on? The boy in the back on his second attack wants his baby back, wants his baby back, what's all that commotion that you hear? The girl in the back who was doing the quake got a belly-ache, she can't concentrate.<br /><br />Pick up the beat, you can move like you're made out of vapour, catch me if you can is what she said with her hands, come on and take me back, can you take her back? When she gives you the beat and you get the shine, the world slows down and she stops on a dime, got a number when you close your eyes like a real magician.<br /><br />Still she knows she'll never lose a thing, she can put you up on a shelf until she wants to pull the string, still you know she'll never slip away, keep time in your head, counting in your head.<br /><br />Slow motion, I can play with time, I can keep today but tomorrow's fine, stop and look at the pictures rolling in your head, slow motion, you can play with time, you can leave her today but tomorrow's fine, stop and live in your dreams at night, rolling in your bed.<br /><br />Still she knows she'll never lose a thing, she can put you up on a shelf until she wants to pull the string, still you know she'll never slip away, keep time in your head, counting in your head.<br /><br />Slow motion, you can stop on a dime, slow motion, you ought to try it sometime, take me back on another track, take me back, take me back, slow motion, you can pick up the beat, slow motion, you can stop on the street, take me back on another track, take me back, take me back…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. Atomic.</span><br /><br />Make me tonight, tonight, make it right, make me tonight, tonight, tonight. Make it magnificent, tonight, right, your hair is beautiful, tonight, atomic.<br /><br />Tonight make it magnificent, tonight, make me tonight, your hair is beautiful, tonight, atomic, oh, atomic. Oh, atomic, oh, atomic.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSlMUB91PTbEVTiJdaP62-Gaj7LQ2-3hza9dvEizesKwGfO3U6JTs57u8LbpLQ2PAzeaLCH2USD1xTovz5X7k5gn1BY5c1Ukvm9eHOkXkFSV61Jxy5dkJHuHc5YALu4vSas4CV1eQYPtud/s1600/Blondie+3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSlMUB91PTbEVTiJdaP62-Gaj7LQ2-3hza9dvEizesKwGfO3U6JTs57u8LbpLQ2PAzeaLCH2USD1xTovz5X7k5gn1BY5c1Ukvm9eHOkXkFSV61Jxy5dkJHuHc5YALu4vSas4CV1eQYPtud/s320/Blondie+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486327692907562898" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. Sound-a-sleep.</span><br /><br />You close your eyes and you will see micro-flashing neon lights, open your eyes and you will see it still looks like the same thing, lie and wait for sleep, and listen to your heart beat too fast for sleep, close your eyes and you will see the sound-a-sleep.<br /><br />I want to go, I want to go, I want to go down, to go to sleep, your frame of reference is my swimming pool. My, my swimming pool still looks like the China Sea, pool to sea and finally the sound-a-sleep.<br /><br />Feel the muscles in your face, twitch, relax, remembering everything that went down and will go down, I want to go down to sleep. Insomnia, no sleep disease, petties parking, feed me please, lie and wait for sleep, and listen to your heart beat too fast for sleep.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11. Victor.</span><br /><br />Oh, I don't want you to go, oh, please don't leave me alone, oh. No, I don't want you to go, oh, please don't leave me alone, oh.<br /><br />Dear Annett, soon I'll be with you, before they know, before the show, I'm not a whore, I dance no more, I'll be with you across the border, dearest Anastasia, I'm leaving soon, I'm sorry too, but burn this letter, burn my picture, they won't know I've crossed the border, love, Victor.<br /><br />Oh, I don't want you to go, oh, please don't leave me alone, oh. No, I don't want you to go, oh, please don't leave me alone, oh.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">12. Living in the real world.</span><br /><br />Every day you've go to wake up, disappear behind your makeup, take away your calendar watch and you can't keep track until your heart attack. Hey, I'm living in a magazine, page to page in my submarine, hey now, Cindy, you can't get to me, need an elevator? Hey, I'll see you later.<br /><br />Cause I'm not living in the real world, I'm not living in the real world, I'm not living in the real world, no more, no more, yeah.<br /><br />I can be whatever I want to, I talk to me, I even agree, every day's a holiday, you can look through the glass and take a photograph, you will never ever walk on the moon, leave your body and float through the room, you could never conquer me ‘cause I'm not here and you're not there, yeah,<br /><br />I'm not living in the real world, I'm not living in the real world, I'm not living in the real world, no more, no more, yeah, didn't I ever tell you I was gone? Didn't I ever tell you I was gone? Bye bye.<br /><br />I can do anything at all, I'm invisible and I'm twenty feet tall, pull the plug on your digital clock and it all goes dark and the bodies stop. Hey, I'm living in a magazine, page to page in my teenage dream, hey, now, Mary, you can't follow me without a satellite, I'm on a power flight.<br /><br />Cause I'm not living in the real world, I'm not living in the real world, I'm not living in the real world, no more, no more…<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5etU-4o7M7px52GAbTsLvMbYDam7qIjAFZahJsZBCdb__GRDdW9WtXc-nM6QMLprujbYIx_FmRcjZnAY4LGJeAcNFPYw_VM_Ko2HVPNDSulyBvxnscthvBYbYwTolBoPD_tt7x5gHWwX0/s1600/Blondie+4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5etU-4o7M7px52GAbTsLvMbYDam7qIjAFZahJsZBCdb__GRDdW9WtXc-nM6QMLprujbYIx_FmRcjZnAY4LGJeAcNFPYw_VM_Ko2HVPNDSulyBvxnscthvBYbYwTolBoPD_tt7x5gHWwX0/s320/Blondie+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486327706961555074" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">· · ·<br />Año: 1979.<br />Procedencia de la banda: Nueva York, Estados Unidos.<br />· · ·<br /></div></span>La espuma del sonidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08888186831474358076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974625834723416077.post-89915026639190142082010-06-23T14:39:00.001-07:002010-06-23T14:43:31.785-07:00Acabou chorade. Os Novos Baianos.<div style="text-align: center;"> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvbPAb-8bMi1Z3TZ5MALMLiT2AMf9zsgmYJFCr5bednLq3sNu0OVquj3UUQGoc31POGHB80-c6XIzo5ovbLqaBNKK9TUxwNwiI6xJR1dehfjwUP2w6b5DAH4UPowPxgDEdox2mxz18jsR7/s400/Acabou+chorare.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486087066958117938" border="0" /></a></div><span class="fullpost"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Brasil pandeiro.</span><br /><br />Chegou a hora dessa gente bronzeada mostrar seu valor, eu fui na Penha, fui pedir ao Padroeiro para me ajudar, salve o Morro do Vintém, pendura a saia eu quero ver, eu quero ver o Tio Sam tocar pandeiro para o mundo sambar.<br /><br />O Tio Sam está querendo conhecer a nossa batucada, anda dizendo que o molho da baiana melhorou seu prato, vai entrar no cuzcuz, acarajé e abará, na Casa Branca já dançou a batucada de ioiô, iaiá.<br /><br />Brasil, esquentai vossos pandeiros, iluminai os terreiros que nós queremos sambar, há quem sambe diferente noutras terras, noutra gente num batuque de matar, batucada, batucada, reunir nossos valores, pastorinhas e cantores expressão que não tem par, ó meu Brasil.<br /><br />Brasil, esquentai vossos pandeiros, iluminai os terreiros que nós queremos sambar, Brasil, esquentai vossos pandeiros, iluminai os terreiros que nós queremos sambar.<br /><br />Chegou a hora dessa gente bronzeada mostrar seu valor, eu fui na Penha, fui pedir ao Padroeiro para me ajudar, salve o Morro do Vintém, pendura a saia eu quero ver, eu quero ver o Tio Sam tocar pandeiro para o mundo sambar.<br /><br />O Tio Sam está querendo conhecer a nossa batucada, anda dizendo que o molho da baiana melhorou seu prato, vai entrar no cuzcuz, acarajé e abará, na Casa Branca já dançou a batucada de ioiô, iaiá.<br /><br />Brasil, esquentai vossos pandeiros, iluminai os terreiros que nós queremos sambar, há quem sambe diferente noutras terras, noutra gente num batuque de matar, batucada, reunir nossos valores, pastorinhas e cantores expressão que não tem par, ó meu Brasil.<br /><br />Brasil, esquentai vossos pandeiros, iluminai os terreiros que nós queremos sambar, Brasil, esquentai vossos pandeiros, iluminai os terreiros que nós queremos sambar…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Preta, pretinha.</span><br /><br />Preta, preta, pretinha, preta, preta, pretinha, preta, preta, pretinha, preta, preta, pretinha. Enquanto eu corria assim eu ía, lhe chamar, enquanto corria a barca, lhe chamar, enquanto corria a barca, lhe chamar, enquanto corria a barca. Por minha cabeça não passava só, somente só, assim vou lhe chamar, assim você vai ser, só, só, somente só, assim vou lhe chamar, assim você vai ser, só, somente só, assim vou lhe chamar, assim você vai ser, só, só, somente só, assim vou lhe chamar, assim você vai ser.<br /><br />Eu ía lhe chamar, enquanto corria a barca, eu ía lhe chamar, enquanto corria a barca, lhe chamar, enquanto corria a barca, eu ía lhe chamar, enquanto corria a barca, eu ía lhe chamar, enquanto corria a barca, lhe chamar, enquanto corria a barca.<br /><br />Abre a porta e a janela, e vem ver o sol nascer, abre a porta e a janela, e vem ver o sol nascer, abre a porta e a janela, e vem ver o sol nascer, abre a porta e a janela, e vem ver o sol nascer, abre a porta e a janela, e vem ver o sol nascer, abre a porta e a janela, e vem ver o sol nascer.<br /><br />Eu sou um pássaro que vivo avoando, vivo avoando sem nunca mais parar, ai saudade, não venha me matar, ai saudade, não venha me matar, ai saudade, não venha me matar, ai saudade, não venha me matar, lhe chamar, lhe chamar.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Tinindo trincando.</span><br /><br />Eu vou assim e venho assim, eu vou assim e venho assim. Porque quem invade não, não chega, não, chega não porque pera aí, sou mesmo assim, sou mesmo assim, sou mesmo assim, assim. Um dia assim, um dia assado, um dia assim, no duro tinindo, tinindo trincando…<br /><br />Quem invade não, não chega, não, chega não, não, chega não, não, chega não, porque pera aí, sou mesmo assim, sou mesmo assim, sou mesmo assim, assim.<br /><br />Eu vou assim e venho assim, eu vou assim e venho assim. Porque quem invade não, não chega, não, chega não porque pera aí, sou mesmo assim, sou mesmo assim, sou mesmo assim, assim. Um dia assim, um dia assado, um dia assim, no duro tinindo, tinindo trincando… Eu vou assim e venho assim, eu vou assim e venho assim.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOHl8SFl1ob4IyXL6IOt4lyDGpT_e_2WEWdlN0N6pUI7Gj9ZJtWNByVVzNbS9Wed8UMnythYkH7cUoL8j6SV0ohz_vfDD0m6BBsp-DQ2936yGlh_WqEv_CURlNCezrN1kpz1dXOfLrWfjw/s1600/Novos+Baianos,+Os+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOHl8SFl1ob4IyXL6IOt4lyDGpT_e_2WEWdlN0N6pUI7Gj9ZJtWNByVVzNbS9Wed8UMnythYkH7cUoL8j6SV0ohz_vfDD0m6BBsp-DQ2936yGlh_WqEv_CURlNCezrN1kpz1dXOfLrWfjw/s320/Novos+Baianos,+Os+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486086969529191026" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Swing de Campo Grande.</span><br /><br />Minha carne é de carnaval, o meu coração é igual, minha carne é de carnaval, o meu coração é igual, minha carne é de carnaval, o meu coração é igual.<br /><br />Aqueles que têm uma seta e quatro letras de amor, por isso onde quer que eu ande em qualquer pedaço, eu faço, um campo grande, um campo grande, um campo grande. Eu não marco toca, eu viro toca, eu viro moita, eu não marco toca, eu viro toca, eu viro moita, eu não marco toca, eu viro toca, eu viro moita, eu não marco toca, eu viro toca, eu viro moita.<br /><br />Minha carne é de carnaval, o meu coração é igual, minha carne é de carnaval, o meu coração é igual, minha carne é de carnaval, o meu coração é igual.<br /><br />Aqueles que têm uma seta e quatro letras de amor, por isso onde quer que eu ande em qualquer pedaço, eu faço, um campo grande, um campo grande, um campo grande. Eu não marco toca, eu viro toca, eu viro moita, eu não marco toca, eu viro toca, eu viro moita, eu não marco toca, eu viro toca, eu viro moita, eu viro toca, eu viro moita.<br /><br />Aqueles que têm uma seta e quatro letras de amor, por isso onde quer que eu ande em qualquer pedaço, eu faço, um campo grande, um campo grande, um campo grande, um campo grande. Eu não marco toca, eu viro toca, eu viro moita, eu não marco toca, eu viro toca, eu viro moita, eu não marco toca, eu viro toca, eu viro moita, eu não marco toca, eu viro toca, eu viro moita, , eu não marco toca, eu viro toca, eu viro moita, minha carne é de carnaval.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. Acabou chorare.</span><br /><br />Acabou chorare, ficou tudo lindo, de manhã cedinho, tudo cá, na fé, no bu li, no bu, bu, bolindo…<br /><br />Talvez pelo buraquinho, invadiu-me a casa, me acordou na cama, tomou o meu coração e sentou na minha mão, talvez pelo buraquinho, invadiu-me a casa, me acordou na cama, tomou o meu coração e sentou na minha mão, abelha, abelhinha.<br /><br />Acabou chorare, faz zunzum pra eu ver, faz zunzum pra mim, abelho, abelhinho, escondido faz bonito, faz zunzum e mel, faz zum zum e mel, faz zum zum e mel.<br /><br />Inda de lambuja tem o carneirinho, presente na boca, acordando toda gente, tão suave mé, que suavemente, inda de lambuja tem o carneirinho, presente na boca, acordando toda gente, tão suave mé, que suavemente, abelha, carneirinho.<br /><br />Acabou chorare no meio do mundo, respirei eu fundo, foi-se tudo pra escanteio, vi o sapo na lagoa, entre nessa que é boa, fiz zunzum e pronto, fiz zum zum e pronto, fiz zunzum e pronto, fiz zum zum.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. Mistério do planeta.</span><br /><br />Vou mostrando como sou e vou sendo como posso, jogando meu corpo no mundo, andando por todos os cantos e pela lei natural dos encontros, eu deixo e recebo um tanto e passo aos olhos nus, ou vestidos de lunetas, passado, presente, participo sendo o mistério do planeta.<br /><br />Vou mostrando como sou e vou sendo como posso, jogando meu corpo no mundo, andando por todos os cantos e pela lei natural dos encontros, eu deixo e recebo um tanto e passo aos olhos nus, ou vestidos de lunetas, passado, presente, participo sendo o mistério do planeta.<br /><br />O tríplice mistério do stop, que eu passo por e sendo ele, no que fica em cada um, no que sigo o meu caminho e no ar que fez e assistiu, abra um parênteses, não esqueça, que independente disso, eu não passo de um malandro, de um moleque do Brasil, que peço e dou esmolas, mas ando e penso sempre com mais de um, por isso ninguém vê minha sacola.<br /><br />Vou mostrando como sou e vou sendo como posso, jogando meu corpo no mundo, andando por todos os cantos e pela lei natural dos encontros, eu deixo e recebo um tanto e passo aos olhos nus, ou vestidos de lunetas, passado, presente, participo sendo o mistério do planeta.<br /><br />O tríplice mistério do stop, que eu passo por e sendo ele, no que fica em cada um, no que sigo o meu caminho e no ar que fez e assistiu, abra um parênteses, não esqueça, que independente disso, eu não passo de um malandro, de um moleque do Brasil, que peço e dou esmolas, mas ando e penso sempre com mais de um, por isso ninguém vê minha sacola.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCIBaPThCjtjb7lgk_zNUN6KtA6TnY3h7_CRrkZR1DrkDNBDY-ZMLYdRrIwpF1wP4z6SvBeHVOjev8dk25b5qRp50MCSWONopiQKrJkwpsjCzZTE9sNqcaOT4psTdt2FBsHpfWzTksdDGL/s1600/Novos+Baianos,+Os+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCIBaPThCjtjb7lgk_zNUN6KtA6TnY3h7_CRrkZR1DrkDNBDY-ZMLYdRrIwpF1wP4z6SvBeHVOjev8dk25b5qRp50MCSWONopiQKrJkwpsjCzZTE9sNqcaOT4psTdt2FBsHpfWzTksdDGL/s320/Novos+Baianos,+Os+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486086976101770338" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. A menina dança.</span><br /><br />Quando eu cheguei tudo, tudo, tudo estava virado, apenas viro me viro, mas eu mesma viro os olhinhos. Só entro no jogo porque estou mesmo depois, depois de esgotar o tempo regulamentar. De um lado o olho desaforo, que diz meu nariz arrebitado, e não levo para casa, mas se você vem perto eu vou lá, eu vou lá.<br /><br />No canto do cisco, no canto do olho, a menina dança, e dentro da menina, a menina dança, e se você fecha o olho, a menina ainda dança, dentro da menina, ainda dança. Até o sol raiar, até o sol raiar, até dentro de você nascer, nascer o que há. Quando eu cheguei tudo, tudo, tudo estava virado, apenas viro me viro, mas eu mesma viro os olhinhos.<br /><br />Quando eu cheguei tudo, tudo, tudo estava virado, apenas viro me viro, mas eu mesma viro os olhinhos. Só entro no jogo porque estou mesmo depois, depois de esgotar o tempo regulamentar. De um lado o olho desaforo, que diz meu nariz arrebitado, e não levo para casa, mas se você vem perto eu vou lá, eu vou lá.<br /><br />No canto do cisco, no canto do olho, a menina dança, e dentro da menina, a menina dança, e se você fecha o olho, a menina ainda dança, dentro da menina, ainda dança. Até o sol raiar, até o sol raiar, até dentro de você nascer, nascer o que há. Quando eu cheguei tudo, tudo, tudo estava virado, apenas viro me viro, mas eu mesma viro os olhinhos.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Besta é tu.</span><br /><br />Besta é tu, besta é tu… Não viver nesse mundo, besta é tu, besta é tu, besta é tu, besta é tu, se não há outro mundo. Porque não viver? Não viver esse mundo, porque não viver? Se não há outro mundo, porque não viver? Não viver outro mundo.<br /><br />Besta é tu, besta é tu… Não viver nesse mundo, besta é tu, besta é tu, besta é tu, besta é tu, se não há outro mundo. Porque não viver? Não viver esse mundo, porque não viver? Se não há outro mundo, porque não viver? Não viver outro mundo.<br /><br />E prá ter outro mundo e preci-necessário viver, viver contanto em qualquer coisa, olha só, olha o sol, o maraca domingo, o perigo na rua. O brinquedo menino a morena do Rio, pela morena eu passo o ano olhando o Rio, eu não posso com um simples requebro, eu me passo, me quebro, entrego o ouro. Mas isso é só porque ela se derrete toda, só porque eu sou baiano, mas isso é só porque ela se derrete toda, só porque eu sou baiano.<br /><br />Besta é tu, besta é tu… Não viver nesse mundo, besta é tu, besta é tu, besta é tu, besta é tu, se não há outro mundo. Porque não viver? Não viver esse mundo, porque não viver? Se não há outro mundo, porque não viver? Não viver outro mundo.<br /><br />E prá ter outro mundo e preci-necessário viver, viver contanto em qualquer coisa, olha só, olha o sol, o maraca domingo, o perigo na rua. O brinquedo menino a morena do Rio, pela morena eu passo o ano olhando o Rio, eu não posso com um simples requebro, eu me passo, me quebro, entrego o ouro. Mas isso é só porque ela se derrete toda, só porque eu sou baiano, mas isso é só porque ela se derrete toda, só porque eu sou baiano.<br /><br />Besta é tu, besta é tu… Não viver nesse mundo, besta é tu, besta é tu, besta é tu, besta é tu, se não há outro mundo. Porque não viver? Não viver esse mundo, porque não viver? Se não há outro mundo, porque não viver? Não viver outro mundo.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. Um bilhete pra Didi.</span><br /><br />Canción instrumental.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. Preta, pretinha.</span><br /><br />Enquanto eu corria assim eu ía, lhe chamar, enquanto corria a barca, lhe chamar, enquanto corria a barca, lhe chamar, enquanto corria a barca. Por minha cabeça não passava só, somente só, assim vou lhe chamar, assim você vai ser, só, só, somente só, assim vou lhe chamar, assim você vai ser, só, somente só, assim vou lhe chamar, assim você vai ser. Preta, preta, pretinha, preta, preta, pretinha, preta, preta, pretinha, preta, preta, pretinha.<br /><br />Enquanto eu corria assim eu ía, lhe chamar, enquanto corria a barca, lhe chamar, enquanto corria a barca, lhe chamar, enquanto corria a barca. Por minha cabeça não passava só, somente só, assim vou lhe chamar, assim você vai ser, só, só, somente só, assim vou lhe chamar, assim você vai ser, só, somente só, assim vou lhe chamar, assim você vai ser. Preta, preta, pretinha, preta, preta, pretinha, preta, preta, pretinha, preta, preta, pretinha.<br /><br />Enquanto eu corria assim eu ía, lhe chamar, enquanto corria a barca, lhe chamar, enquanto corria a barca, lhe chamar, enquanto corria a barca. Por minha cabeça não passava só, somente só, assim vou lhe chamar, assim você vai ser, só, só, somente só, assim vou lhe chamar, assim você vai ser, só, somente só, assim vou lhe chamar, assim você vai ser, só, só, somente só, assim vou lhe chamar, assim você vai ser.<br /><br />Eu ía lhe chamar, enquanto corria a barca, eu ía lhe chamar, enquanto corria a barca, lhe chamar, enquanto corria a barca, eu ía lhe chamar, enquanto corria a barca, eu ía lhe chamar, enquanto corria a barca, lhe chamar, enquanto corria a barca.<br /><br />Abre a porta e a janela, e vem ver o sol nascer, abre a porta e a janela, e vem ver o sol nascer, abre a porta e a janela, e vem ver o sol nascer, abre a porta e a janela, e vem ver o sol nascer, abre a porta e a janela, e vem ver o sol nascer, abre a porta e a janela, e vem ver o sol nascer.<br /><br />Eu sou um pássaro que vivo avoando, vivo avoando sem nunca mais parar, ai saudade, não venha me matar, ai saudade, não venha me matar, ai saudade, não venha me matar, ai saudade, não venha me matar, lhe chamar, lhe chamar…<br /><br />Enquanto eu corria assim eu ía, lhe chamar, enquanto corria a barca, lhe chamar, enquanto corria a barca, lhe chamar, enquanto corria a barca, lhe chamar…<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDdbnGatvrtfEzgPcs8T4S_ISIPlUeV66rxqWzOy1l8u1C0X8lfyW4JV4g2MzpIxPCuy4CliIwpqtgpnEP_8EEWWHL1cPpvzN_EmNE44xiACJIi1rIRyyVPo4aSf1EseECylq2NYoMTk3Z/s1600/Novos+Baianos,+Os+3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDdbnGatvrtfEzgPcs8T4S_ISIPlUeV66rxqWzOy1l8u1C0X8lfyW4JV4g2MzpIxPCuy4CliIwpqtgpnEP_8EEWWHL1cPpvzN_EmNE44xiACJIi1rIRyyVPo4aSf1EseECylq2NYoMTk3Z/s320/Novos+Baianos,+Os+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486086980642516690" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">· · ·<br />Año: 1972.<br />Procedencia de la banda: Salvador (Bahía), Brasil.<br />· · ·<br /></div></span>La espuma del sonidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08888186831474358076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974625834723416077.post-73652780067810040492010-06-23T11:14:00.000-07:002010-06-24T06:02:20.124-07:00Caetano Veloso. Caetano Veloso.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDs05lDWgEjWEj3rUzIiFKvZ5IT6PCsz1IEq1vZnl8IwM0fHo-AoQX1e-khowkv4Q-pdoBFxF4eowz6zj_hWRCP95fZ6ymcpEu9YNlOx2hqNjxKz4PKRYD3d6vG4h2nT3ws9driKXKSxpT/s400/Caetano+Veloso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486034536803873010" border="0" /></a></div><span class="fullpost"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Tropicália.</span><br /><br />Sobre a cabeça os aviões, sob os meus pés os caminhões, aponta contra os chapadões meu nariz, eu organizo o movimiento, eu oriento o carnaval, eu inauguro o monumento, no planalto central do país. Viva a bossa, biva a palhoça, viva a bossa, biva a palhoça.<br /><br />O monumento é de papel crepom e prata, os olhos verdes da mulata, a cabeleira esconde atrás da verde mata, o luar do sertão, o monumento não tem porta, a entrada é uma rua antiga, estreita e torta, e no joelho uma criança, sorridente, feia e morta, estende a mão. Viva a mata, viva a mulata, viva a mata, viva a mulata.<br /><br />No pátio interno há uma piscina com água azul de Amaralina, coqueiro, brisa e fala nordestina e faróis, na mão direita tem uma roseira, autenticando eterna primavera e no jardim os urubus passeiam a tarde inteira entre os girassóis. Viva Maria, viva a Bahia, viva Maria, viva a Bahia.<br /><br />No pulso esquerdo o bang-bang em suas veias corre muito pouco sangue, mas seu coração balança um samba de tamborim, emite acordes disonantes, pelos cinco mil alto-falantes, senhoras e senhores, ele põe os olhos grandes sobre mim. Viva Iracema, viva Ipanema, viva Iracema, viva Ipanema.<br /><br />Domingo é o fino-da-bossa, segunda-feira está na fossa, terça-feira vai à roça, porém, o monumento é bem moderno, não disse nada do modelo, do meu terno, que tudo mais vá pro inferno, meu bem, que tudo mais vá pro inferno, meu bem. Viva a banda, Carmem Miranda, viva a banda, Carmem Miranda, viva a banda, Carmem Miranda.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Clarice.</span><br /><br />Há muita gente, apagada pelo tempo, nos papéis desta lembrança que tão pouco me ficou, igrejas brancas, luas claras na varandas, jardins de sonho e cirandas, foguetes claros no ar. Que mistério tem Clarice, que mistério tem Clarice, pra guardar-se assim tão firme, no coração.<br /><br />Clarice era morena como as manhãs são morenas, era pequena no jeito de não ser quase ninguém, andou conosco caminos de frutas e passarinhos mas jamais quis se despir entre os meninos e os peixes, entre os meninos e os peixes, entre os meninos e os peixes do rio, do rio. Que mistério tem Clarice, que mistério tem Clarice, pra guardar-se assim tão firme, no coração.<br /><br />Tinha receio do frio, medo de assombração, um corpo que não mostraba, feito de adivinhações, os botões sempre fechados, Clarice tinha o recato de convento e procissão, eu pergunto o mistério. Que mistério tem Clarice pra guardar-se assim tão firme, no coração.<br /><br />Soldado fez continência, o coronel reverência, o padre fez penitência, três novenas e uma trezena, mas Clarice era a inocência, nunca mostrou-se a ninguém, fez-se modelo das lendas, fez-se modelo das lendas, das lendas que nos contaram as avós. Que mistério tem Clarice, que mistério tem Clarice, pra guardar-se assim tão firme, no coração.<br /><br />Tem que um dia amanhecia e Clarice assistiu minha partida, chorando pediu lembranças e vendo o barco se afastar de Amaralina, fesesperadamente linda, soluçando e lentamente. E lentamente despiu o corpo moreno, e entre todos os presentes até que seu amor sumisse, permaneceu no adeus chorando e nua, para que a tivesse toda, todo o tempo que existisse. Que mistério tem Clarice, que mistério tem Clarice, pra guardar-se assim tão firme, no coração.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. No dia em que eu vim-me embora.</span><br /><br />No dia em que eu vim-me embora, minha mãe chorava em ai, minha irmã chorava em ui, e eu nem olhava pra tras. No dia que eu vim-me embora, não teve nada de mais, mala de couro forrada com pano forte brim cáqui, minha vó já quase morta, minha mãe até a porta, minha irmã até a rua e até o porto meu pai.<br /><br />O qual não disse palavra durante todo o caminho, e quando eu me vi sozinho, vi que não entendia nada, nem de pro que eu ia indo, nem dos sonhos que eu sonhava, senti apenas que a mala de couro que eu carregava, embora estando forrada, fedia, cheirava mal.<br /><br />Afora isto ia indo, atravessando, seguindo, nem chorando nem sorrindo, sozinho pra capital, nem chorando nem sorrindo, sozinho pra capital…<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVYo1PKv0XiJtArFDyctuauUAdVWFx_wOROqrKLDg_gHotBxxpYr-x5V-8DUE5eScJHUtVNvVZEdhwg1H2pLLL9yw_xt3pJu8VzpNlHhj9e-W8Vg3GKenmnHgFc1mk9BAs6Ch3f-wUpama/s1600/Caetano+Veloso+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVYo1PKv0XiJtArFDyctuauUAdVWFx_wOROqrKLDg_gHotBxxpYr-x5V-8DUE5eScJHUtVNvVZEdhwg1H2pLLL9yw_xt3pJu8VzpNlHhj9e-W8Vg3GKenmnHgFc1mk9BAs6Ch3f-wUpama/s320/Caetano+Veloso+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486034287269302482" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Alegria, alegria.</span><br /><br />Caminhando contra o vento, sem lenço e sem documento, no sol de quase dezembro, eu vou. O sol se reparte em crimes, espaçonaves, guerrilhas, em cardinales bonitas, eu vou. Em caras de presidentes, em grandes beijos de amor, em dentes, pernas, bandeiras, bomba e Brigitte Bardot.<br /><br />O sol nas bancas de revista, me enche de alegria e preguiça, quem lê tanta notícia, eu vou. Por entre fotos e nomes, os olhos cheios de cores, o peito cheio de amores vãos, eu vou, por que não, por que não.<br /><br />Ela pensa em casamento e eu nunca mais fui à escola, sem lenço e sem documento, eu vou. Eu tomo uma coca-cola, ela pensa em casamento e uma canção me consola, eu vou. Por entre fotos e nomes, sem livros e sem fuzil, sem fome, sem telefone, no coração do Brasil.<br /><br />Ela nem sabe até pensei em cantar na televisão, o sol é tão bonito, eu vou. Sem lenço, sem documento, nada no bolso ou nas mãos, eu quero seguir vivendo, amor, eu vou, por que não, por que não...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. Onde andarás.</span><br /><br />Onde andarás nesta tarde vazia, tão clara e sem fim, enquanto o mar bate azul em Ipanema, em que bar, em que cinema te esqueces de mim, enquanto o mar bate azul em Ipanema, em que bar, em que cinema te esqueces.<br /><br />Eu sei, meu endereço apagaste do teu coração, a cigarra do apartamento, o chão de cimento existem em vão, não serve pra nada a escada, o elevador, já não serve pra nada a janela, a cortina amarela, perdi meu amor.<br /><br />E é por isso que eu saio pra rua, sem saber pra quê, na esperança talvez de que o acaso, por mero descaso me leve a você, na esperança talvez de que o acaso, por mero descaso, me leve, eu sei.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. Anunciação.</span><br /><br />Maria, Maria, nosso filho está perto, esta noite eu o vi em sonhos, me chamando, antes já o pressentia, esta noite eu o vi de repente, vagamente. Maria, Maria, Maria tenho medo que você não chegue a tempo, que ele apareça em meu quarto noturno com uma faca na mão e um sorriso violento nos lábios, é preciso impedir que ele cresça longe de nós e não nos reconheça.<br /><br />Maria, Maria, não pense que estou louco, nosso filho já nasceu e se não tomarmos conhecimento, como iremos saber que a nossa carne que nos mata. Maria, Maria, tente mesmo chegando a cabeleira vermelha como incêndio mais belo do que nós, enquanto nós pensamos que ainda jaz na caixa de sapato, não deixe nosso filho substituir o teu leite, pelo leite das feras.<br /><br />Maria, Maria, Maria não te iludas com pílulas ou outros métodos, tarde demais para tais providências, essa noite, Maria, essa noite ele gritou seu nome, Maria, Maria.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSuRqth4YNk93JuScZLEdlNVpZISwjG2j7P2dewSO8xD7O_sNcI1-znIKc5r3wksw95KfELl2N2m7lu2C-AhfJUlJYP4NYuDyHSaRYwxbTvKoK2kI-RukntHEEo6NMhukmgtI4ZhHFNHF5/s1600/Caetano+Veloso+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSuRqth4YNk93JuScZLEdlNVpZISwjG2j7P2dewSO8xD7O_sNcI1-znIKc5r3wksw95KfELl2N2m7lu2C-AhfJUlJYP4NYuDyHSaRYwxbTvKoK2kI-RukntHEEo6NMhukmgtI4ZhHFNHF5/s320/Caetano+Veloso+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486034297427780194" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. Superbacana.</span><br /><br />Toda essa gente se engana, ou então finge que não vê que eu nasci pra ser o superbacana, eu nasci pra ser o superbacana, superbacana, superbacana, superbacana.<br /><br />Super-homem, superflit, supervinc, superist, superbacana, estilhaços sobre Copacabana, o mundo em Copacabana, tudo em Copacabana, Copacabana. O mundo explode longe, muito longe, o sol responde, o tempo esconde, o vento espalha e as migalhas caem todas sobre Copacabana, me engana, esconde o superamendoim, o espinafre, o biotônico, o comando do avião supersônico, do parque eletrônico, do poder atômico, do avanço econômico.<br /><br />A moeda número um do Tio Patinhas não é minha, um batalhão de cowboys barra a entrada da legião dos super-heróis, e eu superbacana vou sonhando até explodir colorido, no sol, nos cinco sentidos, nada no bolso ou nas mãos, um instante, maestro. Super-homem, superflit, supervinc, superist, superviva, supershell, superquentão.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Paisagem útil.</span><br /><br />Olhos abertos em vento sobre o espaço do Aterro, sobre o espaço, sobre o mar, o mar vai longe do Flamengo, o céu vai longe e suspenso em mastros firmes e lentos, frio palmeiral de cimento. O céu vai longe do Outeiro, o céu vai longe da Glória, o céu vai longe suspenso em luzes de luas mortas, luzes de uma nova aurora que mantém a grama nova e o dia sempre nascendo.<br /><br />Quem vai ao cinema, quem vai ao teatro, quem vai ao trabalho, quem vai descansar, quem canta, quem canta, quem pensa na vida, quem olha a avenida, quem espera voltar.<br /><br />Os automóveis parecem voar, os automóveis parecem voar, mas já se acende e flutua no alto do céu uma lua, oval, vermelha e azul, no alto do céu do Rio, uma lua oval da Esso, comove e ilumina o beijo, dos pobres tristes felizes corações amantes do nosso Brasil.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. Clara.</span><br /><br />Quando a manhã madrugava calma, alta, clara, clara morria de amor, faca de ponta flor e flor, cambraia branca sob o sol, cravina branca, amor, cravina, amor, cravina e sonha. A moça chamava Clara, agua, alma, lava, alva cambraia no sol.<br /><br />Galo cantando cor e cor, pássaro preto dor e dor, o marinheiro amor, distante amor que a moça sonha só. O marinnheiro sob o sol, onde andará o meu amor, onde andará o amor, no mar, amor, no mar sonha, se ainda lembra o meu nome, longe, longe.<br /><br />Onde, onde se vá numa onda no mar, numa onda que quer me levar oara o mar, de água clara, clara, clara, clara, ouço meu bem me chamar. Faca de ponta dor e dor, cravo vermelho no lençol, cravo vermelho amor, vermelho amor, cravina e galos, e a moça chamada Clara, Clara, Clara, Clara, alma tranquila de dor.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYAlVaPMw2qg-3bWlHM43bjmLesF_Ivthfy458_c_wBQ3mpBOxlNaDUvn3pyh5BOuzIn0FssJSWBTTz9jOeBLBSyLmGndqP3oWY7zYWSKhjMvC8QC1ZuRxR0sYyZks1yS7KDuYp1qsAm3y/s1600/Caetano+Veloso+3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYAlVaPMw2qg-3bWlHM43bjmLesF_Ivthfy458_c_wBQ3mpBOxlNaDUvn3pyh5BOuzIn0FssJSWBTTz9jOeBLBSyLmGndqP3oWY7zYWSKhjMvC8QC1ZuRxR0sYyZks1yS7KDuYp1qsAm3y/s320/Caetano+Veloso+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486034303889023250" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. Soy loco por tí, América.</span><br /><br />Soy loco por ti, América, yo voy traer una mujer playera que su nombre sea Marti, que su nombre sea Marti. Soy loco por tí de amores, tenga como colores la espuma blanca de Latinoamérica y el cielo como bandera, y el cielo como bandera. Soy loco por ti, América, soy loco por tí de amores, soy loco por ti, América, soy loco por tí de amores.<br /><br />Sorriso de quase nuvem, os rios, canções, o medo, o corpo cheio de estrelas, o corpo cheio de estrelas, como se chama amante, desse país sem nome, esse tango, esse rancho, esse povo, dizei-me, arde, o fogo de conhecê-la, o fogo de conhecê-la. Soy loco por ti, América, soy loco por tí de amores, soy loco por ti, América, soy loco por tí de amores.<br /><br />El nombre del hombre muerto ya no se puede decirlo, ¿quién sabe? Antes que o dia arrebente, antes que o dia arrebente, el nombre del hombre muerto antes que a definitiva noite se espalhe em Latinoamérica, el nombre del hombre es pueblo, el nombre del hombre es pueblo. Soy loco por ti, América, soy loco por tí de amores, soy loco por ti, América, soy loco por tí de amores.<br /><br />Espero o manhã que cante el nombre del hombre muerto, não sejam palavras tristes, soy loco por tí de amores, um poema ainda existe com palmeiras, com trincheiras, canções de guerra, quem sabe canções do mar ai hasta te comover, ai hasta te comover. Soy loco por ti, América, soy loco por tí de amores, soy loco por ti, América, soy loco por tí de amores.<br /><br />Estou aqui de passagem, sei que adiante um dia vou morrer, de susto, de bala ou vício, de susto, de bala ou vício, num precipício de luzes, entre saudades, soluços, eu vou morrer de bruços, nos braços, nos olhos, nos braços de uma mulher, nos braços de uma mulher.<br /><br />Mais apaixonado ainda dentro dos braços da camponesa, guerrilheira, manequim, ai de mim, nos braços de quem me queira, nos braços de quem me queira. Soy loco por ti, América, soy loco por tí de amores, soy loco por ti, América, soy loco por tí de amores, soy loco por ti, América, soy loco por tí de amores, soy loco por ti, América, soy loco por tí de amores.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11. Ave Maria.</span><br /><br />Ave Maria, ave, gratia plena, ave, dominus tecum, dominus tecum, tecum. Benedicta tu in mulieribus, tu, benedictus frutus ventris tuis Jesu, Jesu. Sancta Maria, sancta Maria, mater Dei, ora pro nobis, ora pro nobis, pecatoribus.<br /><br />Nunc et in hora, hora, nunc et in hora, hora, hora, mortis, nostra, nostre, amém…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">12. Eles.</span><br /><br />Em volta da mesa longe do quintal, a vida começa, no ponto final, eles têm certeza do bem e do mal, falam com franqueza do bem e do mal, crêem na existência do bem e do mal, o porão da América, o bem e o mal. Só dizem o que dizem, o bem e o mal, alegres ou tristes, são todos felizes durante o natal.<br /><br />O bem e o mal, têm medo da maçã, a sombra do arvoredo o dia de amanhã, eis que eles sabem o dia de amanhã, eles sempre falam num dia de amanhã, eles têm cuidado com o dia de amanhã, eles cantam os hinos no dia de amanhã, eles tomam bonde no dia de amanhã, eles amam os filhos no dia de amanhã, tomam táxi no dia de amanhã é que eles têm medo do dia de amanhã, eles aconselham o dia de amanhã, eles desde já querem ter guardado, todo o seu passado no dia de amanhã.<br /><br />Não preferem São Paulo, nem o Rio de Janeiro, apenas tem medo de morrer sem dinheiro, eles choram sábados pelo ano inteiro e há só um galo em cada galinheiro, e mais vale aquele que acorda cedo, e farinha pouca, meu pirão primeiro, e na mesma boca senti o mesmo beijo, e não há amor como o primeiro amor, eomo primeiro amor que é puro e verdadeiro, e não há segredo, e a vida é assim mesmo, e pior a emenda do que o soneto, está sempre à esquerda a porta do banheiro, e certa gente se conhece no cheiro.<br /><br />Em volta da mesa longe da maçã, durante o natal, eles guardam dinheiro, o bem e o mal pro dia de amanhã.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-xlAzyQSbxfMVBbP-3wbCj51um2FYVLhC-UFJMNqwirYt4GlHFX83oVvmB-XG8wejBw5B6NfoO8UxITlVjyFupUTHJPyF5cuPEmise2grLQSn9n3jNZ1O081FY81zc1iuB0kWIScceWZ1/s1600/Caetano+Veloso+4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-xlAzyQSbxfMVBbP-3wbCj51um2FYVLhC-UFJMNqwirYt4GlHFX83oVvmB-XG8wejBw5B6NfoO8UxITlVjyFupUTHJPyF5cuPEmise2grLQSn9n3jNZ1O081FY81zc1iuB0kWIScceWZ1/s320/Caetano+Veloso+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486034308356453282" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">· · ·<br />Año: 1968.<br />Procedencia de la banda: Santo Amaro (Bahía), Brasil.<br />· · ·<br /></div></span>La espuma del sonidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08888186831474358076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974625834723416077.post-31956687582518320642010-06-21T04:49:00.001-07:002010-06-21T04:58:24.922-07:00The Cars. The Cars.<div style="text-align: center;"> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0FTcDQ8_7CdmpFPkw9LXf1w6nVqNtedM4Z0ug06ftBJojR-ssKaH-iJK1bbcHn2MYkocxyjz9HYNuMBYYtFJ_42EVjSiOyJdZX31_5kGaGt0ydEae97ulD5d6xTUuydDR8IaC8XFw_Q_U/s400/The+Cars+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485194711611214242" border="0" /></a></div><span class="fullpost"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Good times roll.</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Let the good times roll, let them knock you around, let the good times roll, let them make you a clown, let them leave you up in the air, let them brush your rock and roll hair. Let the good times roll, let the good times roll, let the good times roll.<br /><br />Let the stories be told, let them say what they want, let the photos be bold, let them show what they want, let them leave you up in the air, let them brush your rock and roll hair. Let the good times roll, let the good times roll, won't you let the good times roll? Good times roll.<br /><br />If the illusion is real let them give you a ride, if they got thunder appeal let them be on your side, let them leave you up in the air, let them brush your rock and roll hair. Let the good times roll, won't you let the good times roll? Let the good times roll, let the good times roll, won't you let the good times roll? Well, let the good times roll, let 'em roll, good times roll.<br /><br />Let the good times roll, let the good times roll, let the good times roll, let 'em roll, good times roll, well, let the good times roll, let the good times roll, well, let the good times roll, good times roll, let the good times roll, let the good times roll, let 'em roll.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. My best friend's girl.</span><br /><br />You're always dancing down the street with your suede blue eyes and every new boy that you meet, he doesn't know the real surprise. Here she comes again, when she's dancing 'neath the starry sky, she'll make you flip, here she comes again, when she's dancing 'neath the starry sky, I kinda like the way she dips. Well, she's my best friend's girl, she's my best friend's girl but she used to be mine.<br /><br />You've got your nuclear boots and your drip dry glove, when you bite your lip it's some reaction to love. Here she comes again, when she's dancing 'neath the starry sky, yeah, I think you'll flip, here she comes again, when she's dancing 'neath the starry sky, here she comes again, I kinda like the way, I like the way she dips. ‘Cause she's my best friend's girl, well, she's my best friend's girl and she used to be mine, she's so fine.<br /><br />You're always dancing down the street with your suede blue eyes and every new boy that you meet doesn't know the real surprise. Here she comes again, when she's dancing 'neath the starry sky, here she comes again, oh, she'll make you flip, here she comes again, when she's dancing 'neath the starry sky, here she comes again, I kinda like the way, I like the way she dips. ‘Cause she's my best friend's girl, she's my best friend's girl, she used to be mine, she so fine.<br /><br />My best friend's girlfriend, oh, my best friend's girlfriend, she used to be mine, my best friend's girlfriend, yeah, my best friend's girlfriend, said she used to be mine, my best friend's girlfriend, yeah, my best friend's girlfriend, she used to be mine, my best friend's girlfriend.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Just what I needed.</span><br /><br />I don't mind you comin' here and wastin' all my time 'cause when you're standin', oh, so near, I kinda lose my mind. It's not the perfume that you wear, it's not the ribbons in your hair, I don't mind you comin' here and wastin' all my time.<br /><br />I don't mind you hangin' out and talkin' in your sleep, it doesn't matter where you've been as long as it was deep, yeah, you always knew to wear it well and you look so fancy I can tell, I don't mind you hangin' out and talkin' in your sleep. I guess you're just what I needed, just what I needed, I needed someone to feed, I guess you're just what I needed, just what I needed, I needed someone to bleed.<br /><br />I don't mind you comin' here and wastin' all my time, time, 'cause when you're standin' oh so near I kinda lose my mind, yeah. It's not the perfume that you wear, it's not the ribbons in your hair, I don't mind you comin' here and wastin' all my time. I guess you're just what I needed, just what I needed, I needed someone to feed, I guess you're just what I needed, just what I needed, I needed someone to bleed.<br /><br />I guess you're just what I needed, just what I needed, I needed someone to feed, I guess you're just what I needed, just what I needed, I needed someone to plead, yeah, yeah, so plead me. You're just what I needed, you're just what I needed, yeah, you're just what I needed.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibWkcIpsrGGflLi084uHkEz0NZ_RflmR5KBdN1Yfb3AUniE_t-nW5bcYzNJ0srcgOE635jLfDOBq681b9fxHBM_aIDWWO16WrBPAwRZzaxlr55zoSO2drlT-B575JMgGXEH7xVSSV7pB6e/s1600/Cars,+The+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibWkcIpsrGGflLi084uHkEz0NZ_RflmR5KBdN1Yfb3AUniE_t-nW5bcYzNJ0srcgOE635jLfDOBq681b9fxHBM_aIDWWO16WrBPAwRZzaxlr55zoSO2drlT-B575JMgGXEH7xVSSV7pB6e/s320/Cars,+The+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485192817794691106" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. I'm in touch with your world.</span><br /><br />You can tuck it on the inside, you can throw it on the floor, you can wave it on the outside like you never did before. You get the diplomatic treatment, you get the force fed future, get the funk after death, get the wisenheimer brainstorm. I'm in touch with your world so don't you try to hide it, I'm in touch with your world and nobody's gonna buy it, it's such a lovely way to go, it's such a lovely way to go.<br /><br />I been lying on your feathers, you keep talking about the weather, I'm a psilocybin pony, you're a flick fandango phoney. It's a sticky contradiction, it's a thing you call creation, everything is science fiction and I ought to know. I'm in touch with your world so don't you try to hide it, I'm in touch with your world and nobody's gonna buy it, it's such a lovely way to go, it's such a lovely way to go.<br /><br />I'm in touch with your world, I'm in touch with your world, I'm in touch with your world, I'm in touch with your world.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. Don't cha stop.</span><br /><br />Right here I'd like to melt inside of you, right here you kiss is totally new, right here your hands are soft and creamy, right here your mouth is wet and dreamy and it's just what I like, so dim down the light. Don't cha stop don't cha stop, don't cha stop don't cha stop if it makes you feel good, don't cha stop don't cha stop, don't cha stop don't cha stop, don't cha stop don't cha stop, don't cha stop don't cha stop.<br /><br />Your rhapsody is blowing my cool, your fantasies, they written for fools, your long black hair tickles my skin, it feels so luscious, come on do it again, oh yeah, and it's just what I like, dim down the light. Don't cha stop don't cha stop, don't cha stop don't cha stop if it makes you feel good…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. You're all I've got tonight.</span><br /><br />I don't care if you hurt me some more, I don't care if you even the score, you can knock me and I don't care, you can mock me and I don't care, you can rock me just about anywhere, it's alright, 'cause you're all I’ve got tonight, you're all I’ve got tonight, you're all I’ve got tonight, I need you tonight, I need you tonight.<br /><br />I don't care if you use me again, I don't care if you abuse me again, you can make me, I don't care, you can fake me, I don't care, you can love me just about anywhere, it's alright, 'cause you're all I’ve got tonight, you're all I’ve got tonight, you're all I’ve got tonight, I need you tonight, I need you tonight.<br /><br />I don't want to feel sorry for you, you don't have to make believe it's you, you can pump me, I don't care, you can bump me, I don't care, you can love me just about anywhere, it's alright, 'cause you're all I’ve got tonight, you're all I’ve got tonight, you're all I’ve got tonight, I need you tonight, I need you tonight.<br /><br />You're all I’ve got tonight, you're all I’ve got tonight, you're all I’ve got tonight, I need you tonight, I need you tonight, I need you tonight.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTjfa5toX6RbdA_u86nGWuU6mnqa3lka_8tEB-YFL75HUJw8eKNFpnowIO6z-5C1QWi8gZ9LpkwFN8vrIYTH8-Tg10rESsBKI2ZhmzLPR0WBj5Q8nK7GFHemW8YHKkzmei1_RsmfK7jEER/s1600/Cars,+The+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTjfa5toX6RbdA_u86nGWuU6mnqa3lka_8tEB-YFL75HUJw8eKNFpnowIO6z-5C1QWi8gZ9LpkwFN8vrIYTH8-Tg10rESsBKI2ZhmzLPR0WBj5Q8nK7GFHemW8YHKkzmei1_RsmfK7jEER/s320/Cars,+The+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485192826885793202" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. Bye bye love.</span><br /><br />I can't feel this way much longer expecting to survive with all these hidden innuendoes just waiting to arrive, it's such a wavy midnight and you slip into insane, electric angel rock and roller, I hear what you're playing. It's an orangy sky, always it's some other guy, it's just a broken lullaby, bye bye, love, bye bye, love, bye bye, love, bye bye, love.<br /><br />Substitution, mass confusion, clouds inside your head, involving all my energies until you visited, with your eyes of porcelain and of blue they shock me into sense, you think you're so illustrious, you call yourself intense. It's an orangy sky, always it's some other guy, it's just a broken lullaby, bye bye, love, bye bye, love, bye bye, love, bye bye, love.<br /><br />Substitution, mass confusion, clouds inside your head, were foggin' all my energies until you visited, with your eyes of porcelain and of blue, they shock me into sense, you think you're so illustrious, you call yourself intense. It's an orangy sky, always it's some other guy, it's just a broken lullaby, bye bye, love, bye bye, love, bye bye, love, bye bye, love.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Moving in stereo.</span><br /><br />Life's the same, I'm moving in stereo, life's the same except for my shoes, life's the same, you're shaking like tremolo, life's the same, it's all inside you. It's so easy to blow up your problems, it's so easy to play up your breakdown, it's so easy to fly through a window, it's so easy to fool with the sound.<br /><br />It's so tough to get up, it's so tough, it's so tough to live up, it's so tough on you. Life's the same, I'm moving in stereo, life's the same except for my shoes, life's the same, you're shaking like tremolo, life's the same, it's all inside you.<br /><br />Life's the same, I'm moving in stereo, life's the same except for my shoes, life's the same, you're shaking like tremolo, life's the same, it's all inside you.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. All mixed up.</span><br /><br />She shadows me in the mirror, she never leaves on the light and some things that I say to her, they just don't seem to bite, it's all mixed up, it's all mixed up, it's all mixed up.<br /><br />She tricks me into thinking, I can't believe my eyes, I wait for her forever but she never does arrive, it's all mixed up, it's all mixed up, it's all mixed up. She says to leave it to me, leave it to me, everything'll be alright, be alright, she says to leave it to me, leave it to me, everything'll be alright.<br /><br />She's always out makin' pictures, she's always out making scenes, she's always out the window when it comes to making dreams, it's all mixed up, it's all mixed up, it's all mixed up. She says to leave it to me, leave it to me, everything'll be alright, be alright, she says to leave it to me, leave it to me, everything'll be alright, be alright…<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5DaH4ZkpOIZsbzn_14S2Y35DcwhjeKwj6b5NYy-N4xspThl4ht7vsDLzQrzDqN3w0TZRda7Yo2wnT7rmCEBkmbIglp-u1jIzgKsj5iG88KTYbYhceF3fx0BjCN0IPeSf2-ovHjNemv-hd/s1600/Cars,+The+3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5DaH4ZkpOIZsbzn_14S2Y35DcwhjeKwj6b5NYy-N4xspThl4ht7vsDLzQrzDqN3w0TZRda7Yo2wnT7rmCEBkmbIglp-u1jIzgKsj5iG88KTYbYhceF3fx0BjCN0IPeSf2-ovHjNemv-hd/s320/Cars,+The+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485192831476479794" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">· · ·<br />Año: 1978.<br />Procedencia: Boston (Massachusetts), Estados Unidos.<br />· · ·<br /></div></span>La espuma del sonidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08888186831474358076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974625834723416077.post-52416068882214396252010-06-20T10:42:00.000-07:002010-06-21T02:19:29.672-07:00Fresh Raspberries. Raspberries.<div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLvK8PCUwDXtN4EyGrrThP6wxbRho7y3B5ovM5I4WjvHAa3QP_-7opC4E6zMaCU3xgaOax4m7qvxL76ZUv1jHqzSQNmX5RQwtHerg8If8ibl_BbBHsxITCbd7FHvDBnLBbNzN3lIC1z0oq/s400/Fresh+Raspberries.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484913271367046530" border="0" /></a></div><span class="fullpost"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. I wanna be with you.</span><br /><br />If we were older we wouldn't have to be worried tonight, baby, oh, I wanna be with you, so bad, yes, I wanna be with you, oh, darling, oh, I wanna be with you, oh yeah, yeah, I wanna be with you, well tonight's, tonight, the night, we always knew it would feel so right, so come on baby, I just wanna be with you.<br /><br />Someday's a long time and we've been waiting so long to be here, baby, oh, I wanna be with you, so bad, yes, I wanna be with you, oh, darling, oh, I wanna be with you, oh yeah, yeah, I wanna be with you, well tonight's, tonight, the night, we always knew it would feel so right, so come on baby, I just wanna be with you.<br /><br />Hold me tight, our love could live forever after tonight, if you believe that what we're doing is right close your eyes and be still, baby, oh, I wanna be with you, so bad, yes, I wanna be with you, oh, darling, oh, I wanna be with you, oh yeah, yeah, I wanna be with you, well tonight's, tonight, the night, we always knew it would feel so right, so come on baby, I just wanna be with you.<br /><br />Oh, I wanna be with you, so bad, yes, I wanna be with you, oh, darling, oh, I wanna be with you, oh yeah, yeah, I wanna be with you, well tonight's, tonight, the night, we always knew it would feel so right, so come on baby, I just wanna be with you.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Goin' nowhere tonight.</span><br /><br />Goin' nowhere tonight, mama, I'm gonna be stayin' home, you walked out a week ago and I'm here sittin' by my telephone, hoping you might change your mind, feeling sorry, I was so unkind. Goin' nowhere tonight mama, can't take it no more, I called your number and your daddy said, you've just gone out the door.<br /><br />How could you throw it all away? I'd never thought I'd see the day when I'd be goin' nowhere tonight, mama, I'm gonna be stayin' home, you walked out a week ago, and I'm here sittin' by my telephone, hopin' you might change your mind, feelin' sorry I was so unkind.<br /><br />Goin' nowhere tonight, mama, goin' nowhere tonight, mama, goin' nowhere tonight, mama.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Let's pretend.</span><br /><br />I can't sleep nights wishing you were here beside me, can't help feeling that's the way it ought to be, you know we could run, run, run away, but I couldn't bear to hear the things they'd say, oh no. Baby, let's pretend that tonight could live forever, if we close our eyes and believe it might come true, baby, let's pretend we could always be together but for now just let me spend the night with you.<br /><br />Somehow someday things are gonna be so different, don't cry, someway I promise it'll be allright, so now that we're all alone I couldn't bear to leave to take you home, oh no. Baby, let's pretend that tonight could live forever, if we close our eyes and believe it might come true, baby, let's pretend we could always be together but for now just let me spend the night with you.<br /><br />So take me now, my love can't wait, we're almost there now, darlin', darlin', hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me. Baby, let's pretend that tonight could live forever, if we close our eyes and believe it might come true, baby, let's pretend we could always be together but for now just let me spend the night with you.<br /><br />Baby, let's pretend that tonight could live forever, if we close our eyes and believe it might come true, baby, let's pretend we could always be together but for now just let me spend the night with you.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI-XpEIwfBN0Ipg9ByZ5mXaoeMHZGkp8kC7tZZpLmN4I2sJgUCh-GtixhoIT6ZkRVhwfB5hJ6nJKDxWlt7JvA2UbObmF3hSfiz-b7N2G6tC8IzlNXk1YC1MdLfN0E9pigoqSpMKPcrjGLx/s1600/Raspberries+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI-XpEIwfBN0Ipg9ByZ5mXaoeMHZGkp8kC7tZZpLmN4I2sJgUCh-GtixhoIT6ZkRVhwfB5hJ6nJKDxWlt7JvA2UbObmF3hSfiz-b7N2G6tC8IzlNXk1YC1MdLfN0E9pigoqSpMKPcrjGLx/s320/Raspberries+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484913017342542514" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Every way I can.</span><br /><br />I said, come on, yeah, come on, oh, I've been looking for someone just like you, come on, yeah, come on, oh, together we could find out what to do. It's not easy when you fall in love but I'm willing to try, yes I am, 'cause I've been thinking 'bout loving you, oh, every way I can.<br /><br />I said, come on, baby, come on, try, I know you were hurt by that other guy, I said, come on, baby, come on, please, to make you happy I'm on my knees. It's not easy having just one girl but I'm willing to try, yes I am, 'cause I've been thinking 'bout loving you, oh, every way I can.<br /><br />I said, come on, baby, come on, try, we got this chance, don't let it pass you by, I said, come on, baby, come on, please, if you make me happy then I'll never leave. It's not easy when you fall in love but I'm willing to try, yes I am, 'cause I've been thinking 'bout loving you, oh, every way I can, every way I can, every way I can.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. I reach for the light.</span><br /><br />I can't begin to count the times I have been by myself, I lie awake, my lonely room tells me there's no one else, no one else, I reach for the light, it shines above my head, reveals the bed that you're not in, I reach for the light, it shines across the room and brings to mind what might have been.<br /><br />I tell myself I'm better off, no one can have me now, I see your crumpled photograph, it makes me laugh aloud, laugh aloud, I reach for the light, it shines above my head, reveals the bed that you're not in, I reach for the light, it shines across the room and brings to mind what might have been. And I wish I could forget how good you look, tonight, when you smiled at me and walked away with him, oh, no.<br /><br />I reach for the light, it shines above my head, reveals the bed that you're not in, I reach for the light, it shines across the room and brings to mind what might have been. I reach for the light, now, I reach for the light, I tell myself I'm better off, no one can hurt me now, I reach for the light, I see your crumpled photograph, it makes me laugh aloud, I reach for the light, I lay awake, my lonely room tells me there's no one there, I reach for the light.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. Nobody knows.</span><br /><br />When I see the way she looks at him hurts so bad, you know, it's such a sin to see her love him while I just walk on by. Nobody knows what it does to me, nobody knows, no one could ever see, nobody knows what it does to me.<br /><br />Now those tender looks upon her face are meant for someone else who's in my place and he's her lover the way I used to be. Nobody knows what it does to me, nobody knows, no one could ever see, nobody knows what it does to me.<br /><br />I can see her dancing with someone else holding him so close while I'm by myself, I just want to hit him but that won't do, all I know is I've got to find some way I can get to you.<br /><br />When I see the way she holds his hand it burns inside me, I can't understand how could she love him the way she once loved me. Nobody knows what it does to me, nobody knows, no one could ever see, nobody knows what it does to me, nobody knows what it does to me, nobody knows, no one could ever see, nobody knows what it does to me, nobody knows.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEGFbJd-oo7_nQDLoVrH4iNMDuJMQeb13ybIIXCgbLZAdP7LN8DcCNZgUhl-2wyOSZBIivudfpD9jhd5WRjsTamu4c7FLENQDD29g2pcRR2k-rr2GWh5ap6HzPwSHakKiAwEX2IzSpKj7K/s1600/Raspberries+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEGFbJd-oo7_nQDLoVrH4iNMDuJMQeb13ybIIXCgbLZAdP7LN8DcCNZgUhl-2wyOSZBIivudfpD9jhd5WRjsTamu4c7FLENQDD29g2pcRR2k-rr2GWh5ap6HzPwSHakKiAwEX2IzSpKj7K/s320/Raspberries+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484913037363159970" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. It seemed so easy.</span><br /><br />Remembering our love, babe, remembering the good days, the days when we both thought it would stay, just thinking about you so warm there beside me, I'd look in your eyes and then you'd say words of love to me of how it would always be, and how the cloudy days had all gone by but now I'm wonderin', babe, if it was all a lie, because it seemed so easy when you said goodbye.<br /><br />I'm tryin' to see, babe how it's gonna be, it's useless, I know, each day goes so slow, but I'll always try, babe, can't accept your goodbye, I'd remember your voice so soft as you'd sigh words of love to me of how it would always be and how the cloudy days had all gone by, but now I'm wonderin', babe, if it was all a lie, because it seemed so easy when you said goodbye.<br /><br />If I could stop, tell my heart not to love you, I'd have no reason to go on. I'm tryin' to see, babe, how it's gonna be, it's useless, I know, each day goes so slow, but I'll always try, babe, can't accept your goodbye, I'd remember your voice so soft as you'd sigh words of love to me of how it would always be and how the cloudy days had all gone by, but now I'm wonderin', babe, if it was all a lie, because it seemed so easy when you said goodbye…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Might as well.</span><br /><br />Might as well give in, have to say it’s true, can't believe it's happened to me but, oh, I'm glad it's you, I guess you were the one from the start and try as I may I can't say that we'll part, so I might as well give in and say I love you.<br /><br />All the times before, all the love we make, I was so afraid of emotions I could only take, you were there from the start and try as I may I can say that we'll part, so I might as well give in and say I love you.<br /><br />All of my other loves made me so sad, don't want to find out that lovin' you, needin' you, makes you feel bad. Might as well give in, have to say it’s true, can't believe it's happened to me but, oh, I'm glad it's you, I guess you were the one from the start and try as I may I can't say that we'll part. so I might as well give in and say I love you, I love you, I love you.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. If you change your mind.</span><br /><br />Well, it's all been said, it's over now, I guess that I should leave, 'cause there's nothing left for me to do except to set you free, so let me leave now before I cry, I'll just go back to my room and hide, and never let no one else inside to do this again. But if you change your mind, won't you take some time and let me know that you still want me too 'cause I'll wait night and day to hear you say that you have changed your mind, won't you change your mind, if you should change your mind, oh yeah.<br /><br />Well, I tried so hard to be the one that you were dreaming of but I guess it wasn't quite enough to make you fall in love, so walk away, leave me by myself and let me crawl back into my shell, and be the me that I know so well before I met you. But if you change your mind, won't you take some time and let me know that you still want me too 'cause I'll wait night and day to hear you say that you have changed your mind, won't you change your mind, if you should change your mind, oh yeah.<br /><br />I'll be waiting at home, just call me up on the phone, and I'll be by your side, there's no reason to hide, if you need me just call, don't you worry at all, but if this is the end and I can't see you again, I just can't carry on, it's so hard when you're gone, it's so hard when you're gone, oh no, baby don't leave, oh baby, baby don't go, oh, baby, don't go. But if you change your mind, won't you take some time and let me know that you still want me too 'cause I'll wait night and day to hear you say that you have changed your mind, won't you change your mind, if you should change your mind, oh yeah.<br /><br />But if you change your mind, won't you take some time and let me know that you still want me too 'cause I'll wait night and day to hear you say that you have changed your mind, won't you change your mind, if you should change your mind, oh yeah…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. Drivin' around.</span><br /><br />Long hot days we'll be catchin' the rays, oh, baby, long hot days we'll be catchin' the rays, you know my tape deck is blasting, my car's fast.<br /><br />When school lets out and the summer's here we'll have some time for the sun, throw my notebooks out and put my car in gear, we'll be having some fun. Drivin' around, long hot days we'll be catchin' the rays, oh, drivin' around, long hot days we'll be catchin' the rays, you know my tape deck is blasting and my car's fast, drivin’ around.<br /><br />With my girl by my side, we can go for a ride and find a place we can dance, when it get real dark we can stop in the park and have a back seat romance. Drivin' around, long hot days we'll be catchin' the rays, oh, drivin' around, long hot days we'll be catchin' the rays, you know my tape deck is blasting and my car's fast, drivin’ around.<br /><br />I'll be waiting all through the year just to get you alone with nobody near, baby don't be late 'cause I just can't wait, all I wanna do is make love to you.<br /><br />With my girl by my side, we can go for a ride and find a place we can dance, when it get real dark we can stop in the park and have a back seat romance. Drivin' around, long hot days we'll be catchin' the rays, oh, drivin' around, long hot days we'll be catchin' the rays, you know my tape deck is blasting and my car's fast, drivin’ around…<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhozgJrenmLLTsDWmBklQAMHPNniZfca7Jz3VxEhOTrBJ1odnM9aJg2bQlkeTuv3aL5MgMrz52zEIp4-fekMWi76WII1nIDqEtI2VwraGYo9Yl_IxWqc6E3Pe1d12fVVeyAw02qVtybvmgC/s1600/Raspberries+3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhozgJrenmLLTsDWmBklQAMHPNniZfca7Jz3VxEhOTrBJ1odnM9aJg2bQlkeTuv3aL5MgMrz52zEIp4-fekMWi76WII1nIDqEtI2VwraGYo9Yl_IxWqc6E3Pe1d12fVVeyAw02qVtybvmgC/s320/Raspberries+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485153966594400594" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">· · ·<br />Año: 1972.<br />Procedencia de la banda: Cleveland (Ohio), Estados Unidos.<br />· · ·<br /></div></span>La espuma del sonidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08888186831474358076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974625834723416077.post-67608934016669695442010-06-20T07:23:00.000-07:002010-06-20T07:48:13.968-07:00Surfer Rosa. Pixies.<div style="text-align: center;"></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS3LkEimpx33rVoPFFAsLMSO_Jvz8LbslnNEEgLHjrd1H6UL6jwKTGd0zZa8Z07HAjPWLquYtUJI84iks56c-WqkbAaky5NxPMsrIEAB8Blh1OfeFNGW0ornhFQL0F1wi1fKOuUWdO6s9n/s400/Surfer+Rosa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484861690637068594" border="0" /></a></div><span class="fullpost"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Bone machine.</span><br /><br />You're into Japanese fast food and I drop you off with your Japanese lover, and you go to the beach all day, you're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me, you're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me. You're looking like you've got some sun, your blistered lips have got a kiss, the days are lit like everyone, your bones got a little machine, you're the bone machine.<br /><br />I was talking to preachy-preach about kissy-kiss, buy me a soda, buy me a soda and try to molest me in the parking lot. I make you break, you make me hard, your Irish skin looks Mexican, our love is rice and beans, and horse's lard, your bones got a little machine, you're the bone machine, your bones got a little machine.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Break my body.</span><br /><br />I'm the hard looser, you'll find me crashing through my mother's door, I am the ugly lover, you'll find us rolling on the dirty floor. Break my body, hold my bones, hold my bones, break my body, hold my bones, hold my bones, break my body, hold my bones, hold my bones.<br /><br />I'm a belly dancer, I'll shake forever and I'll never care, I'm a building jumper, roof to roof you see me flying in the air. Break my body, hold my bones, hold my bones, break my body, hold my bones, hold my bones, break my body, hold my bones, hold my bones. Somebody got hurt, somebody get hurt, somebody got her.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Something against you.</span><br /><br />Here it comes. I have something against you, I have something against you, I have something against you, you have something against me.<br /><br />You have something against me, I have something against you and I'm gonna use it, I am one happy prick.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0NeIMAraRiD9CO9Qak-Z1hymnUPUPAihC7nUrELEHQlOrw9BrPUfPNbdqYI3zoSktMhGR84hqjttJVVm5UBd5pLyMMmjzvznsZUAxqVqt5i9zWkBD8GhNAqke1Pa_HHd9sbnNEv9DHNFR/s1600/Pixies+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0NeIMAraRiD9CO9Qak-Z1hymnUPUPAihC7nUrELEHQlOrw9BrPUfPNbdqYI3zoSktMhGR84hqjttJVVm5UBd5pLyMMmjzvznsZUAxqVqt5i9zWkBD8GhNAqke1Pa_HHd9sbnNEv9DHNFR/s320/Pixies+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484861538941754050" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Broken face.</span><br /><br />I got a broken face, I got a, I got a broken face, I got a broken face, I got a broken face, I got a broken face. There was this boy who had two children with his sisters, they were his daughters, they were his favourite lovers, I got no lips, I got no tongue, where there were eyes there's only space, I got no lips, I got no tongue.<br /><br />I got a broken face, I got a broken face. There was this man who snapped his poke in little pieces and then they drilled holes, and then they put 'em back in there, I got no lips, I got no tongue, where there were eyes there's only space, I got no lips, I got no tongue.<br /><br />I got a broken face, I got a broken face. The little thing who loves my laundry speaks no English but if you saw her you'd say, hey isn't she lovely, I got no lips, I got no tongue, where there were eyes there's only space, I got no lips, I got no tongue.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. Gigantic.</span><br /><br />And this I know, his teeth as white as snow, what a gas it was to see him walk her every day into a shady place, with her lips she said she said, hey Paul, hey Paul, hey Paul, let's have a ball, hey Paul, hey Paul, hey Paul, let's have a ball, hey Paul, hey Paul, hey Paul, let's have a ball. Gigantic, gigantic, gigantic, a big, big love, gigantic, gigantic, gigantic, a big, big love.<br /><br />Lovely legs they are, what a big black mess, what a hunk of love, walk her every day into a shady place, he's like the dark, but I'd want him, hey Paul, hey Paul, hey Paul, let's have a ball, hey Paul, hey Paul, hey Paul, let's have a ball, hey Paul, hey Paul, hey Paul, let's have a ball. Gigantic, gigantic, gigantic, a big, big love, gigantic, gigantic, gigantic, a big, big love.<br /><br />Gigantic, gigantic, gigantic, a big, big love, gigantic, gigantic, gigantic, a big, big love, gigantic, gigantic, gigantic, a big, big love, gigantic, gigantic, gigantic, a big, big love…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. River Euphrates.</span><br /><br />Ride… Stuck here out of gas, out here on the Gaza Strip from driving in too fast, let's ride the Tiger down river Euphrates, ride…<br /><br />Ride… Dead sea make it float one sip from the salty wine, dead sea make you choke, let's ride the Tiger down river Euphrates, ride…<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhamjbdbWbTWgKp1WMCJ0LIniG_odTqEs33xe98fi0DlLYmX_jkI_iAtIoLCfQwoDUyZvyuNAqJzeIX0udzLrGvYGwln6Gxnxphla7XnIqK_6KTJTssfKTq9fVM0qBNzNydJA_W97y2GRZ_/s1600/Pixies+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhamjbdbWbTWgKp1WMCJ0LIniG_odTqEs33xe98fi0DlLYmX_jkI_iAtIoLCfQwoDUyZvyuNAqJzeIX0udzLrGvYGwln6Gxnxphla7XnIqK_6KTJTssfKTq9fVM0qBNzNydJA_W97y2GRZ_/s320/Pixies+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484861548668321218" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. Where is my mind.</span><br /><br />With your feet in the air and your head on the ground, try this trick and spin it, yeah, your head will collapse but there's nothing in it and you'll ask yourself, where is my mind, where is my mind, where is my mind, way out in the water, see it swimming.<br /><br />I was swimming in the Caribbean, animals were hiding behind the rocks, except the little fish but they told me, he swears, trying to talk to me, coy koi, where is my mind, where is my mind, where is my mind, way out in the water, see it swimming.<br /><br />With your feet in the air and your head on the ground, try this trick and spin it, your head will collapse if there's nothing in it and you'll ask yourself, where is my mind, where is my mind, where is my mind, way out in the water, see it swimming.<br /><br />With your feet in the air and your head on the ground, try this trick and spin it.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Cactus.</span><br /><br />Sitting here wishing on a cement floor, just wishing that I had just something you wore, I put it on when I grow lonely, will you take off your dress and send it to me?<br /><br />I miss your kissing and I miss your head, and a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead, run outside in the desert heat. make your dress all wet and send it to me.<br /><br />I miss your soup and I miss your bread, and a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead so spill your breakfast and drip your wine, just wear that dress when you dine.<br /><br />Sitting here wishing on a cement floor, just wishing that I had just something you wore, bloody your hands on a cactus tree, wipe it on your dress and send it to me. Sitting here wishing on a cement floor, just wishing that I had just something you wore.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. Tony's theme.</span><br /><br />This is a song about a superhero named Tony, it's called Tony's theme. He's got the oil on his chain for a ride in the rain, no baloney, ride around on my bicycle like a pony, I'm waving, gimme a scream, give me, give me the theme of Tony, Tony…<br /><br />I am Tony, super bicycle Tony, I'm racing, spitfire turn and pop a wheelie, burn and evil chasing, I'm waving, I got a card in my spokes, I'm practicing my joke, I'm learning, Tony…<br /><br />This is a song about a superhero named Tony, it's called Tony's theme. I can look at the sun if you give me some bad sun glasses, I'm back on the road, I cut my grass like I'm told, after classes. Tony…<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTjZZef98lw2fkrNpvGJvNqoHt1qtyzzlfVHJD85ao7orkRiRAByGhK7aLU_Rf1YewOgvDDvEfam-jmiI6BoumevFUndKqxBCAAhZiFsrGeHpQ5FdMLq-SGkpkSs0ZPIWWH3R-0-Aivv_c/s1600/Pixies+3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTjZZef98lw2fkrNpvGJvNqoHt1qtyzzlfVHJD85ao7orkRiRAByGhK7aLU_Rf1YewOgvDDvEfam-jmiI6BoumevFUndKqxBCAAhZiFsrGeHpQ5FdMLq-SGkpkSs0ZPIWWH3R-0-Aivv_c/s320/Pixies+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484861554206219954" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. Oh my golly!</span><br /><br />Entro las Piñones y la ola es pequeña, oh my golly, oh my golly, vamos para la luna Caribe, oh my golly, oh my golly, besando, chingando con surfer Rosa, oh my golly, oh my golly, se fue su madera, oh my golly, oh my golly. Rosa, oh, Rosa, Rosa, oh, Rosa.<br /><br />Yo soy playero pero no hay playa, oh my golly, oh my golly, bien perdida la surfer Rosa, oh my golly, oh my golly, la vida total es una porquería, porqueria, oh my golly, oh my golly, esto no es más, qué vida, oh my golly, oh my golly. Rosa, oh, Rosa, Rosa, oh, Rosa. Rosa, oh, Rosa, Rosa, oh, Rosa<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11. Vamos.</span><br /><br />Estaba pensando, sobreviviendo con mi sister en New Jersey, ella me dijo que es una vida buena allá, bien rica, bien chévere, y voy, puñeta.<br /><br />We'll keep well bred, we'll stay well fed, we'll have our sons, they will be all well hung, they'll come and play, their friends will say, your daddy's rich, your mamma's a pretty thing. That maid Maria, she's really ok, vamos a jugar por la playa, vamos a jugar por la playa, vamos a jugar por la playa, vamos a jugar por la playa, vamos a jugar por la playa.<br /><br />I keep getting friends looking like lesbians, if we get bored we'll move to California, they'll come and play, Their friends will say, your daddy's rich, your mamma's a pretty thing. That maid Maria, she's really ok, vamos a jugar por la playa, vamos a jugar por la playa, vamos a jugar por la playa, vamos a jugar por la playa, vamos a jugar por la playa.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">12. I'm amazed.</span><br /><br />Girls and fucked 'em at school, all I know is that, there were rumours he was into field hockey players, there were rumours, so I applied basically, he was gone the next day, I went out for the team, it's like, he was go, they'd just like, it was like, so hush hush, they were so quiet about it and then the next thing, you know.<br /><br />The day before that I was wed she went upstairs and she cut her hair away, I'm amazed, I'm amazed, I'm amazed. And when I was a little boy, a ball of string my parents took from me, I'm amazed, I'm amazed, I'm amazed.<br /><br />Before I died I took my Honda and packed it up, up, up to Arizona, honey, I'm amazed, I'm amazed, I'm amazed, I'm amazed.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">13. Brick is red.</span><br /><br />A fist is fast and Jimmy's cast, hang me, a white moon's hot, the other side's not, hang me. It's not time for me for me to go, it's not time for me for me to go.<br /><br />My eyes have turned just the color of diamond, just the color, the frayed color of ice, diamond, just the color, the frayed color of ice.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmwkSXAipyvFqfBA4UnEp_5Ld-FWp8vSnpXj1nE4xvO2ScUyI-eI3tlf2v8f8qgWMMLI9YweFF-UPzYuHS94_AAEY8p0Mn4LBrz2AbZjacPXbItP7WnWcCo7T0DGVDe5ovmmd6xGqy0ocD/s1600/Pixies+4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmwkSXAipyvFqfBA4UnEp_5Ld-FWp8vSnpXj1nE4xvO2ScUyI-eI3tlf2v8f8qgWMMLI9YweFF-UPzYuHS94_AAEY8p0Mn4LBrz2AbZjacPXbItP7WnWcCo7T0DGVDe5ovmmd6xGqy0ocD/s320/Pixies+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484861561605262690" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">· · ·<br />Año: 1988.<br />Procedencia de la banda: Boston (Massachusetts), Estados Unidos.<br />· · ·<br /></div></span>La espuma del sonidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08888186831474358076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-974625834723416077.post-18151023302878422082010-06-20T00:12:00.000-07:002010-06-22T00:23:30.189-07:00Marshall Crenshaw. Marshall Crenshaw.<div style="text-align: center;"> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinwX3yA_92LeiOd-BLx2-J9Z73CAEX6e6a3ep4dE10PAb0Ur3aSBU7u_v961x2hi_R8cqX6Rxg-cGFXBvf1-L4KPitHAPugBPRGc8A-054Sgy9G3yz3e-6PP346QQX1PqhUBe4DlDbAfmS/s400/Marshall+Crenshaw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485493168778218882" border="0" /></div></a><span class="fullpost"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. There she goes again.</span><br /><br />From my window, nearly everyday, I see that girl go down my way and I think she's trying to catch my eye, standing alone I see her drive on by, there she goes again with another guy. She was my girl, not too long ago, how I lost her, I'm not sure I know, it makes no difference how I try, I get that feeling when she drives on, there she goes again with another guy.<br /><br />It's a sad situation but I know just what I ought to do, I'm gonna find someone better, go have fun, little girl, I can live without you. I'll feel stronger when she's off my mind, I hope she finds what she's been trying to find, life goes on and time goes by, will her heart ever be satisfied? There she goes again with another guy.<br /><br />It's a sad situation but I know just what I ought to do, I'm gonna find someone better, go have fun, little girl, I can live without you. I'll feel stronger when she's off my mind, I hope she finds what she's been trying to find, life goes on and time goes by, will her heart ever be satisfied? There she goes again with another guy…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Someday, someway.</span><br /><br />I can't stand to see you sad, I can't bear to hear you cry, if you can't tell me what you need all I can do is wonder why, someday, someway, someday someway, yeah now, someday someway, maybe I'll understand you<br /><br />After all you've done for me all I really want to do is take the love you brought my way and give it all right back to you, someday, someway, someday someway, yeah now, someday someway, maybe I'll understand you.<br /><br />You've taken everything from me, I've taken everything from you, I'll love for my whole life through. Now after all you've done for me all I really want to do is take the love you brought my way and give it all right back to you, someday, someway, someday someway, yeah now, someday someway, maybe I'll understand you.<br /><br />You've taken everything from me, I've taken everything from you, I'll love for my whole life through. I can't stand to see you sad, I can't bear to hear you cry, if you can't tell me what you need all I can do is wonder why, someday, someway, someday someway, yeah now, someday someway, maybe I'll understand you…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Girls...</span><br /><br />Girls, girls, girls, when I'm walking downtown on a summer's day, yeah, girls, girls, girls, all my troubles seem ten thousand miles away.<br /><br />I fall in love from my head to my feet when I'm watching all those girls walking down the street, the feeling goes to my head like red wine, you know I feel fine 'cause all I ever have in mind is girls, girls, girls, and anytime I turn on my TV, girls, girls, girls are all that I really care to see.<br /><br />You know I don't want to be impolite but I need someone to hold beside me tonight, and make the feeling come on like red wine, you know I feel fine, you girls are driving me wild, and I said wild, oh girls, girls, girls, oh girls, girls, girls.<br /><br />I fall in love from my head to my feet when I'm watching all those girls walking down the street, the feeling goes to my head like red wine, you know I feel fine 'cause you girls are driving me wild, and I said wild…<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIbbVWSprURIJUY2wP1Wo-sdgjswTXX_1enKR6UbhvmaEWeQI7bfBd4jPvrzdAb7OrH15wBjgPs1EyXMpm2tWi3vfbjbcA4dj7ciThxD-z_QjmJU3f0Vck_bBwzDecH340yxF-nRPnHHLo/s1600/Marshall+Crenshaw+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIbbVWSprURIJUY2wP1Wo-sdgjswTXX_1enKR6UbhvmaEWeQI7bfBd4jPvrzdAb7OrH15wBjgPs1EyXMpm2tWi3vfbjbcA4dj7ciThxD-z_QjmJU3f0Vck_bBwzDecH340yxF-nRPnHHLo/s320/Marshall+Crenshaw+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485492577154676626" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. I'll do anything.</span><br /><br />I gotta send a message, gotta send it to your heart from mine, I even wrote you a letter, I know there's no real harm in trying. I'll play the fool resignedly if it's what I have to do, 'cause you mean a lot to me I'll do anything for you.<br /><br />You took a chance on something, you took a chance and now you'll see, it's gotta fall on someone, what's gotta be is gonna be but let's not talk about it, we've got better things to do, unless you want to talk about it I'll do anything for you, yeah.<br /><br />I gotta send a message, gotta send it to your heart from mine, I even wrote you a letter, I know there's no real harm in trying. I'll play the fool resignedly if it's what I have to do, 'cause you mean a lot to me I'll do anything for you.<br /><br />Let's not talk about it, we've got better things to do, unless you want to talk about it I'll do anything for you, yeah. I'll play the fool resignedly if it's what I have to do, 'cause you mean a lot to me I'll do anything for you, yeah, 'cause you mean a lot to me I'll do anything for you, yeah.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. Rockin' around in N.Y.C.</span><br /><br />Whenever idleness is making me insane, then I feel I should be getting the train on the double, here comes trouble, I hit the city and my head is a , reelin', I get the feelin' that it was really was worth going after, we're tastin' disaster. So 'round and 'round and 'round we go through seventeen lights in a row, take a hold of my hand and come with me, we'll go rockin' around in NYC.<br /><br />Whenever ennui is takin' me way down, then I feel I should be gettin' to town on the double, here comes trouble, I hit the city and I'm feelin' the thunder, no need to wonder if it was really worth going after, we're tastin' disaster. So 'round and 'round and 'round we go through seventeen lights in a row, take a hold of my hand and come with me, we'll go rockin' around in NYC, around in NYC, around in NYC.<br /><br />So 'round and 'round and 'round we go through seventeen lights in a row, take a hold of my hand and come with me, we'll go rockin' around in NYC.<br /><br />Whenever idleness is making me insane, then I feel I should be getting the train on the double, here comes trouble, I hit the city and my head is a , reelin', I get the feelin' that it was really was worth going after, we're tastin' disaster. So 'round and 'round and 'round we go through seventeen lights in a row, take a hold of my hand and come with me, we'll go rockin' around in NYC.<br /><br />So 'round and 'round and 'round we go through seventeen lights in a row, take a hold of my hand and come with me, we'll go rockin' around in NYC…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. The usual thing.</span><br /><br />Don't want to know about the usual thing, I never bother with the usual thing, and I only wanna shout, wanna shout, wanna feel alive, do whatever I wanna do. Just forget about the usual thing, I never bother about the usual thing, and if I didn't think you were a little bit out there too, I just wouldn't bother with you, I just wouldn't bother with you.<br /><br />I wanna take you with me, I'll do most anything that you want to, when we go out together we must run wild, but first I'm warning you. Don't want to know about the usual thing, I never bother with the usual thing, and I only wanna shout, wanna shout, wanna feel alive, do whatever I wanna do. Just forget about the usual thing, I never bother about the usual thing, and if I didn't think you were a little bit out there too, I just wouldn't bother with you, I just wouldn't bother with you.<br /><br />I wanna give you something, I just don't want to lose my energy, that's why I keep on trying to only be true to what's inside of me. Don't want to know about the usual thing, I never bother with the usual thing, and I only wanna shout, wanna shout, wanna feel alive, do whatever I wanna do. Just forget about the usual thing, I never bother about the usual thing, and if I didn't think you were a little bit out there too, I just wouldn't bother with you, I just wouldn't bother with you.<br /><br />Don't want to know about the usual thing, I never bother with the usual thing, and I only wanna shout, wanna shout, wanna feel alive, do whatever I wanna do. Just forget about the usual thing, I never bother about the usual thing, and if I didn't think you were a little bit out there too, I just wouldn't bother with you, I just wouldn't bother with you, I just wouldn't bother with you.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHjH4R0nJnwS1o9WyHi89MPCV4Q8XQEilbclyk_QyI2yD794ipHDi-qgzs5W9FACYbBKlNF_Ml4BWyA48U8rwxgi_Snl6XwSQ2ObXENKrmcA_AaGN9ujGCG5ZskF356QvGt-w_p_ziy2zO/s1600/Marshall+Crenshaw+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHjH4R0nJnwS1o9WyHi89MPCV4Q8XQEilbclyk_QyI2yD794ipHDi-qgzs5W9FACYbBKlNF_Ml4BWyA48U8rwxgi_Snl6XwSQ2ObXENKrmcA_AaGN9ujGCG5ZskF356QvGt-w_p_ziy2zO/s320/Marshall+Crenshaw+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485492582693125778" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. She can't dance.</span><br /><br />Well now baby's gone out of control, body and soul, she got to cut loose living only for the sound, of the baddest sounds around, and baby's spent all of her dough on countin' on clothes, every look every, fashion that comes on strong, baby just wants to belong. She can't dance, she can't sing but she's got to be part of that pop music thing.<br /><br />Well now baby's only trying to lose all of her blues down in her heart, 'cause she's only seventeen and she means to cause a scene. She can't dance, she can't sing, she can't dance, she can't sing but she's got to part of that bang bang, head bang music, she moves to the radio, every night and day I can hear her say, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go now.<br /><br />She can't dance, she can't sing, she can't dance, she can't sing but she's got to part of that bang bang, head bang music, she moves to the radio, every night and day I can hear her say, let’s go…<br /><br />Well now baby's gone out of control, body and soul, she got to cut loose living only for the sound, of the baddest sounds around. She can't dance, she can't sing but she's got to be part of that pop music thing…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Cynical girl.</span><br /><br />Well I'm goin' out, I'm goin' out lookin' for a cynical girl who's got no use for the real world, I'm lookin' for a cynical girl, well, I hate TV, there's gotta be somebody other than me who's ready to write it off immediately, I'm lookin' for a cynical girl. Well, I'll know right away by the look in her eye, she harbors no illusions and she's worldly-wise, and I'll know when I give her a listen that she, she's what I've been missin', what I've been missin'. I'll be lost in love and havin' some fun with my cynical girl who'll have no use for the real world, I'm lookin' for a cynical girl.<br /><br />Well I'm goin' out, I'm goin' out lookin' for a cynical girl who's got no use for the real world, I'm lookin' for a cynical girl. I'll know right away by the look in her eye, she harbors no illusions and she's worldly-wise, and I'll know when I give her a listen that she, she's what I've been missin', what I've been missin'. I'll be lost in love and havin' some fun with my cynical girll who'll have no use for the real world, I'm lookin' for a cynical girl…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. Mary Anne.</span><br /><br />It isn't such a crime, it isn't such a shame, it happens all the time, you shouldn't take the blame, go on and have a laugh, go have a laugh on me, go on and have a laugh at all your misery. Mary Anne, Mary Anne, don't cry Mary Anne, I really wanna tell you Mary Anne, Mary Anne, I'm thinking of you, Mary Anne, Mary Anne, don't cry, Mary Anne, I really wanna tell you Mary Anne, Mary Anne, Mary Anne.<br /><br />You take a look around and all you seem to see is bringing you down as down as you can be, go on and have a laugh, go have a laugh on me, go on and have a laugh at how bad it can be. Mary Anne, Mary Anne, you'll be all right, I really wanna tell you Mary Anne, Mary Anne, I'm thinking of you, Mary Anne, Mary Anne, you'll be all right, I really wanna tell you Mary Anne, Mary Anne, Mary Anne, Mary Anne.<br /><br />Mary Anne, Mary Anne, I really wanna tell you, Mary Anne, Mary Anne, I'm thinking of you, Mary Anne, Mary Anne, goodnight Mary Anne, I really wanna tell you Mary Anne, Mary Anne, Mary Anne.<br /><br />You take a look around and all you seem to see is bringing you down as down as you can be, go on and have a laugh, go have a laugh on me, go on and have a laugh at all your misery. Mary Anne, Mary Anne, I really wanna tell you, Mary Anne, Mary Anne, I'm thinking of you, Mary Anne, Mary Anne, don’t cry, Mary Anne, I really wanna tell you Mary Anne, Mary Anne, Mary Anne.<br /><br />Mary Anne, Mary Anne, I really wanna tell you, Mary Anne, Mary Anne, I'm thinking of you, Mary Anne, Mary Anne, you’ll be alright, Mary Anne, I really wanna tell you Mary Anne, Mary Anne, Mary Anne…<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmHayCDPvCatrqkRHIp-ONePavHl_kYz0gI5Occ4Z_yTHVL-wSJONtg5nbsQD60X_hRDg6vu6FYKlcjD5ULusyTtd2QzMeaOARL1k0f5Q9SpPC0Us404GT8bZId6N3athy9RQ8-qaUF2JK/s1600/Marshall+Crenshaw+3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmHayCDPvCatrqkRHIp-ONePavHl_kYz0gI5Occ4Z_yTHVL-wSJONtg5nbsQD60X_hRDg6vu6FYKlcjD5ULusyTtd2QzMeaOARL1k0f5Q9SpPC0Us404GT8bZId6N3athy9RQ8-qaUF2JK/s320/Marshall+Crenshaw+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485492590078846866" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. Soldier of love.</span><br /><br />Lay down your arms, soldier of love, and surrender to me, lay down your arms, soldier of love, and love me peacefully. Use your arms for loving me, baby, that's the way it's gotta be, there ain't no reason for you to declare war on the one that loves you so, so forget the other boys ‘cause my love is real, come off your battlefield.<br /><br />Lay down your arms, soldier of love, and just surrender to me, lay down your arms, soldier of love, and love me tenderly. Use your arms to hold me tight, baby, I don't want to fight no more, the weapons you're using are hurtin' me bad and someday you're gonna see that my love pretty, baby, is the truest you've ever had, a soldier of love is hard to be.<br /><br />Lay down your arms, soldier of love, and just surrender to me, lay down your arms, soldier of love, and just love me tenderly. Use your arms to please and squeeze ‘cause I'm the one that loves you so, oh, lay down your arms, soldier of love, I said, lay down your arms, soldier of love…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11. Not for me.</span><br /><br />I see you standin' helpless, afraid to face a little sadness, if I follow your direction where would I be? But I don't have to wonder, I know definitely that it's just not for me.<br /><br />Yeah, I know what happened last time, and someday you'll wake up to find that you've be waiting around for something you'll never see, I don't have to wonder I know definitely that it's just not for me. So I know what not to do ‘cause I learned it from you, yeah, now I feel sorry for you and I hope that someday I can thank you.<br /><br />Now you're still waiting around for something you'll never see, I don't have to wonder, I know definitely that it's just not for me, so I know what not to do ‘cause I learned from you, I feel sorry for you and I hope that someday I can thank you.<br /><br />I know what happened last time but you'll never recover lost time, if I follow your direction where would I be? I don't have to wonder, I know definitely that it's just not for me.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">12. Brand new lover.</span><br /><br />I'm feelin' dazed and dissipated, I only know one thing for sure, gotta find me a brand new lover, there isn't any other cure All my lowdown lonely feelings have been working overtime somehow, gotta find me a brand new lover, I know it better be right now, right now, right now, right now, now, right now<br /><br />I've got to make some changes before the walls close in, I tell you what I'm gonna do, when the night comes down, babe, I'm lookin' for you. I need some consolation, baby, come and take my hand, gotta find me a brand new lover, I'm achin' more than I can stand, all my lowdown lonely feelings have been working overtime somehow, gotta find me a brand new lover, I know it better be right now, right now, right now, right now, now, right now.<br /><br />I've got to make some changes before the walls close in, I tell you what I'm gonna do, when the night comes down babe I'm lookin' for you. I'm dazed and dissipated, I only know one thing for sure, gotta find me a brand new lover, there isn't any other cure…<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6QSCwFlnhQjTNIRqdn-DOJUH6BvW_duI24NICeSMwcbme602C5WTTaCKKFGnyuRNcOKYZjao_lJPvZ3PnTyCmq-GgZ3UxrJpcbRPSNeg7S24_xcvDKJN5VCwPpD8TdyqcwHtKJVQVfXr-/s1600/Marshall+Crenshaw+4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6QSCwFlnhQjTNIRqdn-DOJUH6BvW_duI24NICeSMwcbme602C5WTTaCKKFGnyuRNcOKYZjao_lJPvZ3PnTyCmq-GgZ3UxrJpcbRPSNeg7S24_xcvDKJN5VCwPpD8TdyqcwHtKJVQVfXr-/s320/Marshall+Crenshaw+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485492596135231058" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">· · ·<br />Año: 1982.<br />Procedencia de la banda: Detroit (Michigan), Estados Unidos.<br />· · ·<br /></div></span>La espuma del sonidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08888186831474358076noreply@blogger.com0