Hoy, una canción que lo tiene todo: ritmo, armonía, sentimiento, dulzura y rap. La verdad, dicen, duele."The Truth", no. La voz es de Roisin Murphy], la cantante de Moloko. Las bases y todo el resto es de Handsome Boy Modeling School, el dúo conformado por Dan The Automator -que ahora trabaja con Damon Albarn en Gorillaz- y Prince Paul, del trío De La Soul.
Disfrutad.
Go to the mountain if you must
Go to the burning bush
Happy would ease your troubled mind
How do the fade just stay behind?
I know you better than you think I do
Don't worry babe.. this is why i fell in love with you
The man in the looking glass
Is looking back at you at last
You can't hide from the truth
Because the truth is all there is
You can't hide from the truth
Because the truth is all there is
You can't hide from the truth
Because the truth is all there is
You can't hide
If happy times are too few and far between
It's a pity dear, we can't erase the things we've seen
So disappear, vanish if you wish
Just go before you're swallowed up by bitterness
And the truth is you can't hide from the truth
And the truth hurts because the truth is all there is
I realized some time ago that I would have to let you go
May not be true to see that you would return one day
But in your present state you may as well not be here at all
You wear a thin disguise, it's from yourself you hide
Just take a look at us, we are heading for a fall
Now presiding in this court of hip-hop
Justice, my rap forte
Judge, jury, bailing for prosecuting D.A.
Etceteras, paraphrase
My modus operandi
Is carpe diem whether de facto or de jure
Comprende?
The people versus, you and your Sensei
Teaching that style of word-play
Weaker than words they
Regardless of what your friends say
They're all dissable
Stricken from the record and deemed inadmissable
And this long arm of the law grabs a mic to
Shoot dope lines first and ask questions later
The death sentences of this live litigator
Close the case tighter than the jaws of a 'gator
Stenographers are steady loggin the jargon
That your counselors 'a barking, in hopes of a plea bargain
But when you read back verbatim
What they're saying to pursuade them
They realize exactly how i've played them
I come with the truth, whole truth and nothing but
'Cause the truth hurts just as much as fuckin' wit lies will
I brew skill with free fills from now untill
Plagiarizing MC's get their flows distilled
Baby I don't die without you by my side
As long as you return into these arms that burn
Baby I won't die just take a look inside
Into these eyes that burn, come to these arms that yearn
I won't die, if you leave me high
I won't die if you're not by my side
And the truth hurts because the truth is all there is
And the truth hurts because the truth is all there is
You can't hide from the truth, cause the truth is all there is
You can't hide from the truth, cause the truth is all there is
You can't hide from the truth, cause the truth is all there is
You can't hide from the truth, cause the truth is all there is
You can't hide from the truth, cause the truth is all there is
You can't hide from the truth, cause the truth is all there is
You can't hide from the truth, cause the truth is all there is
You can't hide from the truth
Because the truth is all there is
You can't hide from the truth
El video no es de esta canción, pero explica bien de qué se trata esta Escuela de modelos Niño bonito:
viernes, 27 de julio de 2007
jueves, 26 de julio de 2007
la canción: "the nights are cold"
Richard sabe lo que hace, y sabe también lo que dice y cómo lo dice. Richard es una de esas personas que bien podrían ser tu amigo y con el que te quedarías hasta tarde tomando cervezas. Como con todo amigo, habría días en los que no soportarías su soberbia o su precisión, que a veces es lo mismo. Ni siquiera su aspecto y sus gafas de nerd. Pero todo esto sería, sobre todo, efecto de los celos.
Porque Richard sabe lo que hace. Y lo hace bien.
Richard Hawley canta "The Nights Are Cold", de su disco Late Night Final
The fate of man is random so don't look down
The towns and the cities are all burning down
Your road is bitter like the whip off the wind
You wanna get to the end but you don't know how to begin
You want to know how we got to where we are now
The nights are cold
The nights are cold
The nights are cold
Let my life and all it's storms begin to blow
Take me here and there I don't care where I go
Ah, beauty is a dark cloud when you're alone
She says she has the answers but I really just don't know
You want to know how we got to where we are now
The nights are cold
The nights are cold
The nights are cold
The nights are cold
Ah the only road I walk alone
Where beauty nails me to her cross
El video: brishante. Un adelanto del nuevo trabajo del amigo Richard.
Porque Richard sabe lo que hace. Y lo hace bien.
Richard Hawley canta "The Nights Are Cold", de su disco Late Night Final
The fate of man is random so don't look down
The towns and the cities are all burning down
Your road is bitter like the whip off the wind
You wanna get to the end but you don't know how to begin
You want to know how we got to where we are now
The nights are cold
The nights are cold
The nights are cold
Let my life and all it's storms begin to blow
Take me here and there I don't care where I go
Ah, beauty is a dark cloud when you're alone
She says she has the answers but I really just don't know
You want to know how we got to where we are now
The nights are cold
The nights are cold
The nights are cold
The nights are cold
Ah the only road I walk alone
Where beauty nails me to her cross
El video: brishante. Un adelanto del nuevo trabajo del amigo Richard.
miércoles, 25 de julio de 2007
la canción: "here comes the breeze"
Gomez, así se llama la banda. Gomez, como el apellido del chileno que cuidaba la chacra que quedaba arriba de la casa de los primos, el que siempre tomaba chicha y hablaba orgulloso de su hijo abogado.
Gomez, el quinteto británico, fue, junto con The Beta Band, Beck y algunos otros, la banda de sonido de mi adolescencia. El caset, como tantos otros, los grabó Fabiano, el amigo de mi viejo que tenía una disquería por Martínez. Lo escuchábamos vuelta y vuelta. En la trafic, en el living, otra vez en la trafic. Las mañanas de invierno, que son oscuras y heladas y todo está cubierto por una densa niebla, eran más lindas con Gomez.
De su primer disco, Bring it On, "Here Comes the Breeze".
Here come the breeze, come on blow me up
Planting the seed, come on sew me up
Reelin', the feelin', making our way through the storm
We've been deceivin', making our way through the storm
All we need's a little more to
Send a little message to ya
Gonna get outta here
Send a little message to ya
Gonna get outta here
Here come the air, come on blow me up
Hottest affair, come on grow me up
Starin' at nothin', 'cause I can't make out what it is
Searchin' for somethin', but I just don't know what it is
All we need's a little more to
Send a little message to ya
Gonna get outta here
Send a little message to ya
Gonna get outta here
Well come on in
Come on in and lay me down now
And relax
'Cause the world will collapse with you
Turn your red light into blue
Why do you keep running around like that?
Sit back
'Cause this is gonna take a while
There's no shame in going in out of style
Why do you keep running around like that?
Send a little message to ya
Gonna get outta here
Send a little message to ya
Gonna get outta here
Send a little message to ya
Gonna get outta here
Send a little message to ya
Gonna get outta here
Está en vivo, el sonido apesta. Bueno, es lo que había:
Gomez, el quinteto británico, fue, junto con The Beta Band, Beck y algunos otros, la banda de sonido de mi adolescencia. El caset, como tantos otros, los grabó Fabiano, el amigo de mi viejo que tenía una disquería por Martínez. Lo escuchábamos vuelta y vuelta. En la trafic, en el living, otra vez en la trafic. Las mañanas de invierno, que son oscuras y heladas y todo está cubierto por una densa niebla, eran más lindas con Gomez.
De su primer disco, Bring it On, "Here Comes the Breeze".
Here come the breeze, come on blow me up
Planting the seed, come on sew me up
Reelin', the feelin', making our way through the storm
We've been deceivin', making our way through the storm
All we need's a little more to
Send a little message to ya
Gonna get outta here
Send a little message to ya
Gonna get outta here
Here come the air, come on blow me up
Hottest affair, come on grow me up
Starin' at nothin', 'cause I can't make out what it is
Searchin' for somethin', but I just don't know what it is
All we need's a little more to
Send a little message to ya
Gonna get outta here
Send a little message to ya
Gonna get outta here
Well come on in
Come on in and lay me down now
And relax
'Cause the world will collapse with you
Turn your red light into blue
Why do you keep running around like that?
Sit back
'Cause this is gonna take a while
There's no shame in going in out of style
Why do you keep running around like that?
Send a little message to ya
Gonna get outta here
Send a little message to ya
Gonna get outta here
Send a little message to ya
Gonna get outta here
Send a little message to ya
Gonna get outta here
Está en vivo, el sonido apesta. Bueno, es lo que había:
martes, 24 de julio de 2007
la canción: "ando meio desligado"
Rita era joven, todavía no se dedicaba a ponerle dósis de mpb a los acordes pergeñados cuatro décadas antes por los cuatro fantásticos de Liverpool ni se teñía los pelos ya canos de colores diversos, ni siquiera tenía su propio programa de televisión, y la palabra tropicalismo era confundida con una enfermedad letal que uno se pegaba si tenía sexo cerca del trópico. Y Rita tenía la dentadura casi completa.
Con sus amigos de Sao Pablo vivían sumergidos en un mundo de psicodélia: drogas, trapos de colores, guitarritas y tambores; una palmera verde, erguida, en la que cabían todos juntos, y de la que nunca bajaban. Eran verdaderos mutantes.
Ando meio desligado
Eu nem sinto meus pés no chão
Olho e não vejo nada
Eu só penso se você me quer
Eu nem vejo a hora de lhe dizer
Aquilo tudo que eu decorei
E depois o beijo que eu já sonhei
Você vai sentir, mas...
Por favor, não leve a mal
Eu só quero que você me queira
Não leve a mal
Gran video:
Con sus amigos de Sao Pablo vivían sumergidos en un mundo de psicodélia: drogas, trapos de colores, guitarritas y tambores; una palmera verde, erguida, en la que cabían todos juntos, y de la que nunca bajaban. Eran verdaderos mutantes.
Ando meio desligado
Eu nem sinto meus pés no chão
Olho e não vejo nada
Eu só penso se você me quer
Eu nem vejo a hora de lhe dizer
Aquilo tudo que eu decorei
E depois o beijo que eu já sonhei
Você vai sentir, mas...
Por favor, não leve a mal
Eu só quero que você me queira
Não leve a mal
Gran video:
lunes, 23 de julio de 2007
la canción: "ramblin' man"
Porque esta canción no se puede colgar en la página -ni mucho menos escuchar- de día es que va de noche. Pondría aquí mismo, en este blog, whisky y cigarrillos para todos, si supiera cómo es el código de html.
Oh, las parejas y la música: Serge y Brigite, Biolay y Mastroianni, Nancy y Lee, Lennon y MacCartney, Simon y Garfunkel, Ortega y Gasset.
Ahora: Mark Lanegan e Isobel Campbell se animan con "Ramblin' Man", de Hank Williams.
I can settle down
And be doing just fine
Till I hear an old freight
Going down the line
Then I hurry straight
Home and pack
And if I didn't go
I believe I'd blow my stack
I love you baby
But you must understand
When the Lord made me
He made a ramblin' man
Some folks may say
That I'm no good
That I wouldn't settle
Down if I could
But when that open road
Starts calling me
There's something over the hill
That I've gotta see
Sometimes it's hard
But you gotta understand
When the Lord made me
He made a ramblin' man
I love to see
The towns passing by
And to ride these rails
'Neath God's blue skies
Let me travel this land
From the mountains to the sea
Cause that's the life
I believe He meant for me
And when I'm gone
And at my grave you stand
Just say God's called
Home his ramblin' man
El video es hot hot:
Oh, las parejas y la música: Serge y Brigite, Biolay y Mastroianni, Nancy y Lee, Lennon y MacCartney, Simon y Garfunkel, Ortega y Gasset.
Ahora: Mark Lanegan e Isobel Campbell se animan con "Ramblin' Man", de Hank Williams.
I can settle down
And be doing just fine
Till I hear an old freight
Going down the line
Then I hurry straight
Home and pack
And if I didn't go
I believe I'd blow my stack
I love you baby
But you must understand
When the Lord made me
He made a ramblin' man
Some folks may say
That I'm no good
That I wouldn't settle
Down if I could
But when that open road
Starts calling me
There's something over the hill
That I've gotta see
Sometimes it's hard
But you gotta understand
When the Lord made me
He made a ramblin' man
I love to see
The towns passing by
And to ride these rails
'Neath God's blue skies
Let me travel this land
From the mountains to the sea
Cause that's the life
I believe He meant for me
And when I'm gone
And at my grave you stand
Just say God's called
Home his ramblin' man
El video es hot hot:
domingo, 22 de julio de 2007
la canción: "a day in the life"
-Qué onda John, ¿qué lees?
-El Daily Mail, ¿por?
-Nada.
-¿Vos?
-Yo The Financial Times
-¿Y te creés más grosso?
-No, para nada. Pasame el azucar.
-¿Qué dice tu "Financial Times"?
-Nada, man. Ganó el Liverpool, bajaron las acciones de Apple...
-Uh, Paul, mirá lo que dice acá: parece que la quedó Tara.
-¿Quién es Tara?
-Tara Browne, mi amigo, el heredero de Guiness. Chocó. Se voló la cabeza. Parece que no se dio cuenta que la luz del semáforo había cambiado. Malísimo.
-Bajón. Por eso leo el Financial. Tiene mejores noticias, mirá: parece que van a rellenar 4000 baches en Blackburn, Lancashire.
-Tenete un bache; otra que Macri*. Con todos esos baches te llenás el Albert Hall.
-¿Eh? Pasame la manteca.
Un día en la vida de Paul y John.
*N. del T.: En español en el original.
I read the news today oh, boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well, i just had to laugh
I saw the photograph
He blew his mind out in a car
He didn't notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They'd seen his face before
Nobody was really sure if he was from the house of lords
I saw a film today oh, boy
The english army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned away
But i just had to look
Having read the book
I love to turn you on.
Woke up, got out of bed
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup
And looking up, i noticed i was late
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke
Somebody spoke and i went into a dream
Ah
I read the news today oh, boy
Four thousand holes in blackburn, lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the albert hall
I'd love to turn you on.
Un flaco hizo un video con imágenes de los Beatles. Suena "A Day in the Life". Los queremos tanto.
-El Daily Mail, ¿por?
-Nada.
-¿Vos?
-Yo The Financial Times
-¿Y te creés más grosso?
-No, para nada. Pasame el azucar.
-¿Qué dice tu "Financial Times"?
-Nada, man. Ganó el Liverpool, bajaron las acciones de Apple...
-Uh, Paul, mirá lo que dice acá: parece que la quedó Tara.
-¿Quién es Tara?
-Tara Browne, mi amigo, el heredero de Guiness. Chocó. Se voló la cabeza. Parece que no se dio cuenta que la luz del semáforo había cambiado. Malísimo.
-Bajón. Por eso leo el Financial. Tiene mejores noticias, mirá: parece que van a rellenar 4000 baches en Blackburn, Lancashire.
-Tenete un bache; otra que Macri*. Con todos esos baches te llenás el Albert Hall.
-¿Eh? Pasame la manteca.
Un día en la vida de Paul y John.
*N. del T.: En español en el original.
I read the news today oh, boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well, i just had to laugh
I saw the photograph
He blew his mind out in a car
He didn't notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They'd seen his face before
Nobody was really sure if he was from the house of lords
I saw a film today oh, boy
The english army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned away
But i just had to look
Having read the book
I love to turn you on.
Woke up, got out of bed
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup
And looking up, i noticed i was late
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke
Somebody spoke and i went into a dream
Ah
I read the news today oh, boy
Four thousand holes in blackburn, lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the albert hall
I'd love to turn you on.
Un flaco hizo un video con imágenes de los Beatles. Suena "A Day in the Life". Los queremos tanto.
sábado, 21 de julio de 2007
la canción: "contrabando y traición"
1)Dejarme el bigote intenté varias veces, ninguna con éxito.
2)Decir órale y manito, ventar, simón, vale madres, chinga tu ídem; ésta es fácil.
3)Usar sombrero de ala ancha y algún ítem más para completar el estereotipo.
4)Beber tequila y mezcal.
5)Aprender de la velocidad del Lento Rodríguez, que la tiene mucho más clara que Speedy González.
6)Nadar en las bravas aguas del pacífico, cerca de Baja California.
7)Cortar lianas en la selva de Chiapas.
8)Mojarme la espalda en el Río Grande.
9)Cantar "Contrabando y traición", de Los Tigres del Norte.
10)La 9)no es imposible, acá va la canción y la letra y el video.
Orale, manito.
Salieron de San Isidro,
procedentes de Tijuana
traían las llantas del carro
repletas de hierba mala
eran Emilio Varela,
y Camelia, la Texana
Pasaron por San Clemente
los paró la emigración
les pidió sus documentos
les dijó: "¿De donde son?"
ella era de San Antonio,
un hembra de corazón
Un hembra si quiere un hombre
por el puede dar la vida
pero hay que tener cuidado
si esa hembra se siente herida,
la traición y el contrabando
son cosas incompartidas.
A Los Angeles llegarón
a Hollywood se pasaron
en un callejón oscuro
las cuatro llantas cambiarón
ahí entregarón la hierba,
y ahí también les pagarón
Emilio dice a Camelia
"Hoy te das por despedida,
con la parte que te toca,
tu puedes rezar tu vida
yo me voy para San Francisco
con la dueña de mi vida"
Sonarón siete balazos,
Camelia a Emilio mataba
en un callejón oscuro
sin que se supiera nada
Del dinero y de Camelia
Nunca más se supo nada.
Sí, sí: bigotes, narcos y disparos:
2)Decir órale y manito, ventar, simón, vale madres, chinga tu ídem; ésta es fácil.
3)Usar sombrero de ala ancha y algún ítem más para completar el estereotipo.
4)Beber tequila y mezcal.
5)Aprender de la velocidad del Lento Rodríguez, que la tiene mucho más clara que Speedy González.
6)Nadar en las bravas aguas del pacífico, cerca de Baja California.
7)Cortar lianas en la selva de Chiapas.
8)Mojarme la espalda en el Río Grande.
9)Cantar "Contrabando y traición", de Los Tigres del Norte.
10)La 9)no es imposible, acá va la canción y la letra y el video.
Orale, manito.
Salieron de San Isidro,
procedentes de Tijuana
traían las llantas del carro
repletas de hierba mala
eran Emilio Varela,
y Camelia, la Texana
Pasaron por San Clemente
los paró la emigración
les pidió sus documentos
les dijó: "¿De donde son?"
ella era de San Antonio,
un hembra de corazón
Un hembra si quiere un hombre
por el puede dar la vida
pero hay que tener cuidado
si esa hembra se siente herida,
la traición y el contrabando
son cosas incompartidas.
A Los Angeles llegarón
a Hollywood se pasaron
en un callejón oscuro
las cuatro llantas cambiarón
ahí entregarón la hierba,
y ahí también les pagarón
Emilio dice a Camelia
"Hoy te das por despedida,
con la parte que te toca,
tu puedes rezar tu vida
yo me voy para San Francisco
con la dueña de mi vida"
Sonarón siete balazos,
Camelia a Emilio mataba
en un callejón oscuro
sin que se supiera nada
Del dinero y de Camelia
Nunca más se supo nada.
Sí, sí: bigotes, narcos y disparos:
viernes, 20 de julio de 2007
la canción: "i'm a believer"
Sólo recuerdo que estábamos todos borrachos y drogados y que cantábamos. Después, todo borroso, las luces azules, el agudo sonido de las sirenas. Una camilla, dolor. Fueron tres pisos, no más. Digo, Charly se tiró del noveno.
Estaba en un bueno momento, ya había empezado a olvidar a los chicos de Soft Machine; le estaba pegando lindo a la batería; veía el futuro como un lugar al que me gustaría llegar pronto, esas cosas que uno piensa. Y eso, lo de siempre: tres pisos y a cobrar. Quedé parapléjico, así que chau bata. Mis amigos me apoyaron, en especial los muchachos de Pink Floyd, que hicieron un recital a beneficio. Más tarde volví a tocar, bah, en realidad a cantar. Y mis canciones se volvieron un toque más complicadas, me copé con la onda un tanto electrónica gracias a mi amigo Eno, y disfruté de melodías de distintas partes del mundo. Grabé varios discos solo. Colaboré con otros, incluso hice voces raras para Bjork.
Sí, podría decirse que la paso bien, que estoy contento. Sí, si querés poner que soy un creyente, ponelo. (Risas).
Robert Wyatt canta: I´m a believer, la canción de Neil Diamond.
I thought love was only true in fairy tales
Meant for someone else but not for me
Love was out to get me (la-la-le-lah)
That's the way it seems (la-la-le-lah)
Disappointment haunted all my dreams
Then I saw her fa-a-ace
Now I'm a believer
Not a tra-a-ace of doubt in my mind
I'm in love (mmmm) and I'm a believer
I couldn't leave her if I tri-ied
And I thought love was more or less a givin' thing
Seems the more I gave, the less I go-ot
What's the use in tryin' (la-la-lee-lah)
All you get is pain (la-la-lee-lah)
When I needed sunshine, I got rain
Then I saw her fa-a-ace
Now I'm a believer (I'm a believer)
Not a tra-a-ace of doubt in my mind
I'm in love (mmmm) and I'm a believer
I couldn't leave her if I tried
Love was out to get me (la-la-lee-lah)
That's the way it seemed (la-la-lee-lah)
Disappointment haunted all my dreams
Then I saw her fa-a-ace
Now I'm a believer
Not a tra-a-ace of doubt in my mind
I'm in love (mmmm) and I'm a believer
I couldn't leave her if I tri-i-ied
I saw her fa-a-ace
Now I'm a believer
Not a tra-a-ace of doubt in my mind
I'm in lo-ove (I'm a believer) and I'm a believer (I'm a believer)
I'm in lo-ove (I'm a believer)
En silla, con su barba. Lo queremos.
Estaba en un bueno momento, ya había empezado a olvidar a los chicos de Soft Machine; le estaba pegando lindo a la batería; veía el futuro como un lugar al que me gustaría llegar pronto, esas cosas que uno piensa. Y eso, lo de siempre: tres pisos y a cobrar. Quedé parapléjico, así que chau bata. Mis amigos me apoyaron, en especial los muchachos de Pink Floyd, que hicieron un recital a beneficio. Más tarde volví a tocar, bah, en realidad a cantar. Y mis canciones se volvieron un toque más complicadas, me copé con la onda un tanto electrónica gracias a mi amigo Eno, y disfruté de melodías de distintas partes del mundo. Grabé varios discos solo. Colaboré con otros, incluso hice voces raras para Bjork.
Sí, podría decirse que la paso bien, que estoy contento. Sí, si querés poner que soy un creyente, ponelo. (Risas).
Robert Wyatt canta: I´m a believer, la canción de Neil Diamond.
I thought love was only true in fairy tales
Meant for someone else but not for me
Love was out to get me (la-la-le-lah)
That's the way it seems (la-la-le-lah)
Disappointment haunted all my dreams
Then I saw her fa-a-ace
Now I'm a believer
Not a tra-a-ace of doubt in my mind
I'm in love (mmmm) and I'm a believer
I couldn't leave her if I tri-ied
And I thought love was more or less a givin' thing
Seems the more I gave, the less I go-ot
What's the use in tryin' (la-la-lee-lah)
All you get is pain (la-la-lee-lah)
When I needed sunshine, I got rain
Then I saw her fa-a-ace
Now I'm a believer (I'm a believer)
Not a tra-a-ace of doubt in my mind
I'm in love (mmmm) and I'm a believer
I couldn't leave her if I tried
Love was out to get me (la-la-lee-lah)
That's the way it seemed (la-la-lee-lah)
Disappointment haunted all my dreams
Then I saw her fa-a-ace
Now I'm a believer
Not a tra-a-ace of doubt in my mind
I'm in love (mmmm) and I'm a believer
I couldn't leave her if I tri-i-ied
I saw her fa-a-ace
Now I'm a believer
Not a tra-a-ace of doubt in my mind
I'm in lo-ove (I'm a believer) and I'm a believer (I'm a believer)
I'm in lo-ove (I'm a believer)
En silla, con su barba. Lo queremos.
jueves, 19 de julio de 2007
la canción: "lived in bars"
Querida Chan,
Antes que nada, me gustaría decirte que si yo fuese mujer te odiaría. Odiaría tu belleza y tu voz, y odiaría también tus canciones y tus videos y cómo te queda la ropa y el flequillo y tu alcoholismo. Aunque, pensandolo bien, el alcoholismo podría jugar a mi favor.
Por suerte, querida Chan, soy un hombre, un varón, un hijo de Adán. Por desgracia, querida Chan, vivimos muy lejos el uno del otro como para que nos conozcamos algún día y te invite a tomar una coca light y vos me digas que preferís un Jack Daniels y yo te diga qué casualidad, yo también, y te encienda el cigarrillo mientras vos encendés mi fuego interno.
Por suerte, querida Chan, yo no soy tan cursi como para decirte algo así. Y por desgracia, nunca se hubiese dado esa situación, de todas maneras.
Entonces escuchamos tus canciones y vemos tus videos.
"Lived in Bars", de Cat Power, es decir: de Chan Marshall
We've lived in bars
And danced on the tables
Hotels trains and ships that sail
We swim with sharks
And fly with aeroplanes in the air
Send in the trumpets
The marching wheelchairs
Open the blankets and give them some air
Swords and arches bones and cement
The lights and the dark of the innocent of men
We know your house so very well
And we will wake you once we've walked up
All your stairs
There's nothing like living in a bottle
And nothing like ending it all for the world
We're so glad you will come back
Every living lion will lay in your lap
The kid has a homecoming the champion the horse
Who's gonna play drums guitar or organ with chorus
As far as we've walked from both of ends of the sand
Never have we caught a glimpse of this man
We know your house so very well
And we will bust down your door if you're not there
We've lived in bars
And danced on tables
Hotels trains and ships that sail
We swim with sharks
And fly with aeroplanes out of here
Out of here
Ella baila sola:
Antes que nada, me gustaría decirte que si yo fuese mujer te odiaría. Odiaría tu belleza y tu voz, y odiaría también tus canciones y tus videos y cómo te queda la ropa y el flequillo y tu alcoholismo. Aunque, pensandolo bien, el alcoholismo podría jugar a mi favor.
Por suerte, querida Chan, soy un hombre, un varón, un hijo de Adán. Por desgracia, querida Chan, vivimos muy lejos el uno del otro como para que nos conozcamos algún día y te invite a tomar una coca light y vos me digas que preferís un Jack Daniels y yo te diga qué casualidad, yo también, y te encienda el cigarrillo mientras vos encendés mi fuego interno.
Por suerte, querida Chan, yo no soy tan cursi como para decirte algo así. Y por desgracia, nunca se hubiese dado esa situación, de todas maneras.
Entonces escuchamos tus canciones y vemos tus videos.
"Lived in Bars", de Cat Power, es decir: de Chan Marshall
We've lived in bars
And danced on the tables
Hotels trains and ships that sail
We swim with sharks
And fly with aeroplanes in the air
Send in the trumpets
The marching wheelchairs
Open the blankets and give them some air
Swords and arches bones and cement
The lights and the dark of the innocent of men
We know your house so very well
And we will wake you once we've walked up
All your stairs
There's nothing like living in a bottle
And nothing like ending it all for the world
We're so glad you will come back
Every living lion will lay in your lap
The kid has a homecoming the champion the horse
Who's gonna play drums guitar or organ with chorus
As far as we've walked from both of ends of the sand
Never have we caught a glimpse of this man
We know your house so very well
And we will bust down your door if you're not there
We've lived in bars
And danced on tables
Hotels trains and ships that sail
We swim with sharks
And fly with aeroplanes out of here
Out of here
Ella baila sola:
miércoles, 18 de julio de 2007
la canción: "pass it on"
Somos jóvenes, apuestos, tenemos buenos peinados y cultivamos el espíritu rebelde con whisky y cigarrilos y alegría. Además, nacimos cerca de Liverpool. ¿A alguien se le ocurre a qué podemos dedicarnos? Oh, está bien, es una buena idea. Tengamos una banda. Llamémosla The Coral, saquemos varios discos y que todos suenen bien y tengan lindas canciones. Algunas pueden ser ruidosas, así la crítica especializada -dios mío, la crítica especializada- dice que la psicodelia corre por nuestras venas, que el post-punk y la new wave nos sirvieron el éxito en bandeja, que somos el retro rock que llegó para quedarse. Sigamos siendo jóvenes, para siempre, y que nuestros videos sean prolijos; que las otras bandas envidien nuestra corta edad. Mantengamos el perfil bajo, aunque nos podemos permitir algún escandalete relacionado con a)la cocaína, b)modelo internacional de haute couture, c) Paris Hilton. Toquemos en Glastonbury, giremos por el mundo. ¿Y después? Después no importa.
The Coral, con "Pass it On":
Every day I recognise
What's deceased and what's alive
But don't repeat what I just said
Until gold has turned to lead
Then all the tales will be told
Whilst you and I are in the cold
But don't think this is the end
Cos it's just begun my friend
And when it's done
And all this is gone
Just find the feeling pass it on
For every tear cried in shame
There'll be someone else to blame
And every crime that I commit
There'll be a punishement to fit
But I'd accept what's coming round
If I could only lose this sound
That's been ringing in my ears
And tormenting me for years
When it's done
And all this is gone
Just find the feeling pass it on
And when it's done
And all this is gone
Just find a feeling pass it on
Just find the feeling pass it on
Just find a feeling pass it on
Just find the feeling pass it on
Estética cuidada, guitarras, ripio y la lagartija que cruza la calle.
The Coral, con "Pass it On":
Every day I recognise
What's deceased and what's alive
But don't repeat what I just said
Until gold has turned to lead
Then all the tales will be told
Whilst you and I are in the cold
But don't think this is the end
Cos it's just begun my friend
And when it's done
And all this is gone
Just find the feeling pass it on
For every tear cried in shame
There'll be someone else to blame
And every crime that I commit
There'll be a punishement to fit
But I'd accept what's coming round
If I could only lose this sound
That's been ringing in my ears
And tormenting me for years
When it's done
And all this is gone
Just find the feeling pass it on
And when it's done
And all this is gone
Just find a feeling pass it on
Just find the feeling pass it on
Just find a feeling pass it on
Just find the feeling pass it on
Estética cuidada, guitarras, ripio y la lagartija que cruza la calle.
martes, 17 de julio de 2007
la canción: "sugar town"
No debió haber sido fácil ser la hija de Frank, no. Esos ojos, la fama, el talento, la mafia, el juego, la política, las otras mujeres -Ava Gardner, Marilyn, Mia Farrow-, el edipo. Sin embargo, Nancy Sandra pudo salir adelante. Primero conoció la fama de la mano de películas de dudosa calidad, allá a principios de la década de los sesenta. Pero el golpe de suerte vino con su éxito "These Boots Are Made for Walkin´", de 1966. Su sociedad con Lee Hazlewood surtió efecto. Él hacía la música, las letras, los éxitos, y cantaba y producía todo; ella mostraba sus largas y hermosas piernas, se calzaba la minifalda, el bikini, las botas, y cantaba. Cantaba bien.
Con Lee, los éxitos fluían como el vino, como el vino de verano. "Something Stupid", cantada a dúo con su padre, "Friday´s Child", la versión de "Jackson", "You Only Live Twice" -considerado por muchos como el mejor tema Bond-, "Summer Wine"; y la genial y perturbadora "Some Velvet Morning".
Después, lo de siempre. Un período exitoso, otro decadente. Auge y caída, etc. A los 54 años, en 1995, es tapa de Playboy. Ahí no más vuelve a salir de gira con Lee. Ya en el tercer mileno, empieza a tocar con Morrisey, y muchos rockeros (Jarvis Cocker, Calexico, Jon Spencer, etc.) se juntan para tocar con ella en el disco Nancy Sinatra.
En el festival Bue de 2004, anuncian que Nancy será una de las visitas ilustres. Finalmente, avisan que no será de la partida.
"Sugar Town":
I got some troubles but they won't last
I'm gonna lay right down here in the grass
And pretty soon all my troubles will pass
'cause I'm in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town
I never had a dog that liked me some
Never had a friend or wanted one
So I just lay back and laugh at the sun
'cause I'm in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town
Yesterday it rained in Tennessee
I heard it also rained in Tallahassee
But not a drop fell on little old me
'cause I was in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town
If I had a million dollars or ten
I'd give to ya, world, and then
You'd go away and let me spend
My life in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town
la-la-la-la to end
I got some troubles but they won't last
I'm gonna lay right down here in the grass
And pretty soon all my troubles will pass
'cause I'm in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town
I never had a dog that liked me some
Never had a friend or wanted one
So I just lay back and laugh at the sun
'cause I'm in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town
Yesterday it rained in Tennessee
I heard it also rained in Tallahassee
But not a drop fell on little old me
'cause I was in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town
If I had a million dollars or ten
I'd give to ya, world, and then
You'd go away and let me spend
My life in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town
la-la-la-la to end
Nancy, sus piernas, sus botas, su minifalda, su pelo. Un bosque. "Sugar Town".
Con Lee, los éxitos fluían como el vino, como el vino de verano. "Something Stupid", cantada a dúo con su padre, "Friday´s Child", la versión de "Jackson", "You Only Live Twice" -considerado por muchos como el mejor tema Bond-, "Summer Wine"; y la genial y perturbadora "Some Velvet Morning".
Después, lo de siempre. Un período exitoso, otro decadente. Auge y caída, etc. A los 54 años, en 1995, es tapa de Playboy. Ahí no más vuelve a salir de gira con Lee. Ya en el tercer mileno, empieza a tocar con Morrisey, y muchos rockeros (Jarvis Cocker, Calexico, Jon Spencer, etc.) se juntan para tocar con ella en el disco Nancy Sinatra.
En el festival Bue de 2004, anuncian que Nancy será una de las visitas ilustres. Finalmente, avisan que no será de la partida.
"Sugar Town":
I got some troubles but they won't last
I'm gonna lay right down here in the grass
And pretty soon all my troubles will pass
'cause I'm in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town
I never had a dog that liked me some
Never had a friend or wanted one
So I just lay back and laugh at the sun
'cause I'm in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town
Yesterday it rained in Tennessee
I heard it also rained in Tallahassee
But not a drop fell on little old me
'cause I was in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town
If I had a million dollars or ten
I'd give to ya, world, and then
You'd go away and let me spend
My life in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town
la-la-la-la to end
I got some troubles but they won't last
I'm gonna lay right down here in the grass
And pretty soon all my troubles will pass
'cause I'm in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town
I never had a dog that liked me some
Never had a friend or wanted one
So I just lay back and laugh at the sun
'cause I'm in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town
Yesterday it rained in Tennessee
I heard it also rained in Tallahassee
But not a drop fell on little old me
'cause I was in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town
If I had a million dollars or ten
I'd give to ya, world, and then
You'd go away and let me spend
My life in shoo-shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo, shoo-shoo Sugar Town
la-la-la-la to end
Nancy, sus piernas, sus botas, su minifalda, su pelo. Un bosque. "Sugar Town".
lunes, 16 de julio de 2007
la canción: "little boxes"
Todo empezó con esta canción. La escuchamos viendo Weeds y quedamos pasmados. Lu dijo: es igual a una de Victor Jara, y ahí empezó la busqueda. Resulta que era de Malvina Reynolds, una viejita simpática y socialista que empezó su carrera musical ya bien entrada en su cuarta década -como las mujeres de Arjona-, de la mano de Pete Seeger y Earl Robinson. Victor Jara hizo "las casitas del barrio alto" y citó como su compositor a Pete Seeger. Pete Seeger la había tocado varias veces, sí, pero era de Malvina.
Decía: todo empezó con esta canción. Después de estas busquedas, se las mandé a padre, madre y hermanos. Y ahí empecé a mandarles canciones.
Así que para festejar las cinco semanas de Una canción, va "Little Boxes".
Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of tickytacky
Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same
There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.
And the people in the houses all went to the university
Where they were put in boxes and they came out all the same,
And there's doctors and there's lawyers, and business executives
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.
And they all play on the golf course and drink their martinis dry,
And they all have pretty children and the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp and then to the university
Where they are put in boxes and they come out all the same.
And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.
En el video aparece Malvina junto a Pete Seeger y Jack Elliott.
Decía: todo empezó con esta canción. Después de estas busquedas, se las mandé a padre, madre y hermanos. Y ahí empecé a mandarles canciones.
Así que para festejar las cinco semanas de Una canción, va "Little Boxes".
Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of tickytacky
Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same
There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.
And the people in the houses all went to the university
Where they were put in boxes and they came out all the same,
And there's doctors and there's lawyers, and business executives
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.
And they all play on the golf course and drink their martinis dry,
And they all have pretty children and the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp and then to the university
Where they are put in boxes and they come out all the same.
And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.
En el video aparece Malvina junto a Pete Seeger y Jack Elliott.
domingo, 15 de julio de 2007
la canción: "what i am"
Entonces, mientras bajamos del taxi, escucho esa guitarra, esa guitarra que tiene un efecto extraño que podría ser un wah-wah, o que podría ser otra cosa. Y me acuerdo, con esa guitarra, mientras bajamos del taxi, del cassette TDK de noventa minutos que de un lado tenía a Laurie Anderson y del otro, compartiendo los cuarentaycinco minutos, a Sinead O' Connor y a ella, a Edie Brickell, acompañada por los New Bohemians. Y si Laurie te hacía reir y pensar y si Sinead te gustaba porque estaba rapada y hacía travesuras con el Papa, entonces Edie te encantaba -como encantan los hindues a las serpientes- con su voz escandalosamente dulce, con los arreglos sencillos. Eramos jóvenes -eramos chicos- y el cassette sonaba tanto en el equipo del living como en el estereo del falcon y después en la traffic. Un día la cinta dijo basta, pero por suerte ya habíamos comprado los cds.
Ahora sí, para levantar el ánimo dominguero: "What I Am", Edie Brickell & The New Bohemians.
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know if you know what I mean
Philosophy, is the talk on a cereal box
Religion, is a smile on a dog
I'm not aware of too many things
i know what I know if you know what I mean
Chuck me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what
Oh I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know if you know what I mean
Philosophy, is a walk on the slippery rocks
Religion, is a light in the fog
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know if you know what I mean
Do do ya
Chuck me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
Chuck me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what you are
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what
Da da da da
I say I say I say I do hey hey hey hey hey hey
Chuck me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
Chuck me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
Chuck me in the shallow water before I get too deep
Chuck me in the shallow water before I get too deep
Chuck me in the shallow water before I get too deep
Don't let me get too deep
Don't let me get too deep
Don't let me get too deep
Don't let me get too deep
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what you are
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what
Or what you are oh
Or what you are oh oh oh
Say what I am
el video:
Ahora sí, para levantar el ánimo dominguero: "What I Am", Edie Brickell & The New Bohemians.
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know if you know what I mean
Philosophy, is the talk on a cereal box
Religion, is a smile on a dog
I'm not aware of too many things
i know what I know if you know what I mean
Chuck me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what
Oh I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know if you know what I mean
Philosophy, is a walk on the slippery rocks
Religion, is a light in the fog
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know if you know what I mean
Do do ya
Chuck me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
Chuck me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what you are
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what
Da da da da
I say I say I say I do hey hey hey hey hey hey
Chuck me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
Chuck me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
Chuck me in the shallow water before I get too deep
Chuck me in the shallow water before I get too deep
Chuck me in the shallow water before I get too deep
Don't let me get too deep
Don't let me get too deep
Don't let me get too deep
Don't let me get too deep
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what you are
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what
Or what you are oh
Or what you are oh oh oh
Say what I am
el video:
sábado, 14 de julio de 2007
la canción: "lola"
Lola es una mujer un tanto especial: tiene una voz ronca, brazos fuertes, es apasionada y no tiene una pizca de confusión. Ah, Lola es, además, un hombre.
"Lola", de The Kinks.
I met her in a club down in old soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry-cola
C-o-l-a cola
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance
I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said lola
L-o-l-a lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola
Well Im not the worlds most physical guy
But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine
Oh my lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola
Well Im not dumb but I cant understand
Why she walked like a woman and talked like a man
Oh my lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola
Well we drank champagne and danced all night
Under electric candlelight
She picked me up and sat me on her knee
And said dear boy wont you come home with me
Well Im not the worlds most passionate guy
But when I looked in her eyes well I almost fell for my lola
Lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola
Lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola
I pushed her away
I walked to the door
I fell to the floor
I got down on my knees
Then I looked at her and she at me
Well thats the way that I want it to stay
And I always want it to be that way for my lola
Lo-lo-lo-lo lola
Girls will be boys and boys will be girls
Its a mixed up muddled up shook up world except for lola
Lo-lo-lo-lo lola
Well I left home just a week before
And Id never ever kissed a woman before
But lola smiled and took me by the hand
And said dear boy Im gonna make you a man
Well Im not the worlds most masculine man
But I know what I am and Im glad Im a man
And so is lola
Lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola
Lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola
Los Kinks la tocan en vivo, en 1970:
"Lola", de The Kinks.
I met her in a club down in old soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry-cola
C-o-l-a cola
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance
I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said lola
L-o-l-a lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola
Well Im not the worlds most physical guy
But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine
Oh my lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola
Well Im not dumb but I cant understand
Why she walked like a woman and talked like a man
Oh my lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola
Well we drank champagne and danced all night
Under electric candlelight
She picked me up and sat me on her knee
And said dear boy wont you come home with me
Well Im not the worlds most passionate guy
But when I looked in her eyes well I almost fell for my lola
Lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola
Lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola
I pushed her away
I walked to the door
I fell to the floor
I got down on my knees
Then I looked at her and she at me
Well thats the way that I want it to stay
And I always want it to be that way for my lola
Lo-lo-lo-lo lola
Girls will be boys and boys will be girls
Its a mixed up muddled up shook up world except for lola
Lo-lo-lo-lo lola
Well I left home just a week before
And Id never ever kissed a woman before
But lola smiled and took me by the hand
And said dear boy Im gonna make you a man
Well Im not the worlds most masculine man
But I know what I am and Im glad Im a man
And so is lola
Lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola
Lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola
Los Kinks la tocan en vivo, en 1970:
viernes, 13 de julio de 2007
la canción: "earth intruders"
La islandesa sigue haciendo de las suyas. Después de Medulla, el disco que sólo tenía la voz humana como instrumento, ahora llega Volta, y de alguna manera Bjork vuelve a sus raices.
Este es el corte de difusión, "Earth Intruders". Y está muy bueno.
We are the earth intruders
We are the earth intruders
Muddy with twigs and branches
Turmoil! Carnage!
Here come the earth intruders
We are the paratroopers
Stampede of sharpshooters
Come straight from voodoo
With our feet thumping
With our feet marching
Grinding skeptics into the soil
Shower of goodness
Coming to end the doubt pouring over
Shower of goodness coming to end
We are the earth intruders
We are the sharp shooters
Flock of parashooters
Necessary voodoo
I have guided my bones
Through some voltage
And loved them still
And loved them too
Metallic carnage!
Feriocity!
Feel the speed!
We are the earth intruders
We are the sharp shooters
Flock of parashooters
Necessary voodoo
There is turmoil out there
Carnage! rambling!
What is to do but dig
Dig bones out of earth
Mudgraves! Timber!
Morbid trenches!
Here come the earth intruders
Stampede of resistance
We are the canoneers
Necessary voodoo
And the beast
With many heads
And arms rolling
Steamroller!
We are the earth intruders
We are the earth intruders
Muddy with twigs and branches
Forgive this tribe!
We are the earth intruders
We are the earth intruders
Muddy with twigs and branches
We are the earth intruders
Muddy with twigs and branches
We are the earth intruders
We are the earth intruders
Muddy with twigs and branches
Marching
We are the earth intruders
Muddy with twigs and branches
Marching
el video también la rompe:
Este es el corte de difusión, "Earth Intruders". Y está muy bueno.
We are the earth intruders
We are the earth intruders
Muddy with twigs and branches
Turmoil! Carnage!
Here come the earth intruders
We are the paratroopers
Stampede of sharpshooters
Come straight from voodoo
With our feet thumping
With our feet marching
Grinding skeptics into the soil
Shower of goodness
Coming to end the doubt pouring over
Shower of goodness coming to end
We are the earth intruders
We are the sharp shooters
Flock of parashooters
Necessary voodoo
I have guided my bones
Through some voltage
And loved them still
And loved them too
Metallic carnage!
Feriocity!
Feel the speed!
We are the earth intruders
We are the sharp shooters
Flock of parashooters
Necessary voodoo
There is turmoil out there
Carnage! rambling!
What is to do but dig
Dig bones out of earth
Mudgraves! Timber!
Morbid trenches!
Here come the earth intruders
Stampede of resistance
We are the canoneers
Necessary voodoo
And the beast
With many heads
And arms rolling
Steamroller!
We are the earth intruders
We are the earth intruders
Muddy with twigs and branches
Forgive this tribe!
We are the earth intruders
We are the earth intruders
Muddy with twigs and branches
We are the earth intruders
Muddy with twigs and branches
We are the earth intruders
We are the earth intruders
Muddy with twigs and branches
Marching
We are the earth intruders
Muddy with twigs and branches
Marching
el video también la rompe:
jueves, 12 de julio de 2007
la canción: "king of the road"
La canción que nos convoca en esta jornada es "King of the Road", del tejano Roger Dean Miller. Pero en esta ocasión está interpretada por el tierno Rufus Wainwright, acompañado por Teddy Thompson. Es curioso: estos dos músicos son hijos de leyendas del folk (Rufus es hijo de Loudon Wainwright y Kate McGarrigle; Teddy de Richard y Linda Thompson, dos históricos del folk rock inglés).
Bueno, eso.
Disfrutad.
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let...fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but..two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.
Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination...bangor, maine.
Old worn out suit and shoes,
I don't pay no union dues,
I smoke old stogies I have found
Short, but not too big around
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.
I know every engineer on every train
All of their children, and all of their names
And every handout in every town
And every lock that ain't locked
When no one's around.
I sing,
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.
En el video aparecen Johnny Cash y Roger Millet. Se ríen, la pasan bien, están en vivo; están vivos. Después de tocar una canción cada uno, cortita, arrancan ambos con "King of the Road". Emocionante.
Bueno, eso.
Disfrutad.
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let...fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but..two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.
Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination...bangor, maine.
Old worn out suit and shoes,
I don't pay no union dues,
I smoke old stogies I have found
Short, but not too big around
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.
I know every engineer on every train
All of their children, and all of their names
And every handout in every town
And every lock that ain't locked
When no one's around.
I sing,
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.
En el video aparecen Johnny Cash y Roger Millet. Se ríen, la pasan bien, están en vivo; están vivos. Después de tocar una canción cada uno, cortita, arrancan ambos con "King of the Road". Emocionante.
miércoles, 11 de julio de 2007
la canción: "hello sunshine"
Hoy, "Hello Sunshine", de la banda de rock galesa Super Furry Animals.
Una canción para sacarse el frío. Ponele.
Hello sunshine
Come into my life
In honesty
It's been a while
Since we had reason left to smile
Hello sunshine
Come into my life
I'm a minger
You're a minger too
So come on minger
I want to ming with you
In honesty it's been a while
Since we had reason left to smile
Hello sunshine
Come into my life
You're not so innocent
You're a disgrace to your country
If you fled a million miles
I'd chase you for a day
(If I could be bothered)
Hello sunshine
Come into my life
El video:
Una canción para sacarse el frío. Ponele.
Hello sunshine
Come into my life
In honesty
It's been a while
Since we had reason left to smile
Hello sunshine
Come into my life
I'm a minger
You're a minger too
So come on minger
I want to ming with you
In honesty it's been a while
Since we had reason left to smile
Hello sunshine
Come into my life
You're not so innocent
You're a disgrace to your country
If you fled a million miles
I'd chase you for a day
(If I could be bothered)
Hello sunshine
Come into my life
El video:
martes, 10 de julio de 2007
la canción: "no train to stockholm"
En Estocolmo sí que hace frío y hay olas polares. Y, dice Lee
Hazlewood, no hay un tren que te lleve allí.
Esta es una versión que hace el noruego Erlend Oye, parte de la banda
Kings Of Convenience. Está bien, no será sueco, pero conoce bien
escandinavia.
"No Train to Stockholm", Lee Hazlewood.
One night Johnny sang the truth to me
on an unknown bound train from Tennessee.
Taught me all the letters in alone
Singing freedom is what you think it is,
but there ain't no train to Stockholm.
Received your invitation to the war.
I sent it back, so please don't send no more.
I'd rather lie in some jail all alone.
Singing freedom is what you think it is,
but there ain't no train to Stockholm.
If I had to ride this train a hundred years
and all I had to drink is my own tears,
I wouldn't kill for you or on my own.
Singing freedom is what you think it is,
but there ain't no train to Stockholm.
Governements and politicians, too.
There's lots of people feel the way we do.
A hundred millions of us can't be wrong.
Singing freedom is what you think it is,
but there ain't no train to Stockholm.
El video es de la canción original de Lee. Y es tan lindo como la canción.
Hazlewood, no hay un tren que te lleve allí.
Esta es una versión que hace el noruego Erlend Oye, parte de la banda
Kings Of Convenience. Está bien, no será sueco, pero conoce bien
escandinavia.
"No Train to Stockholm", Lee Hazlewood.
One night Johnny sang the truth to me
on an unknown bound train from Tennessee.
Taught me all the letters in alone
Singing freedom is what you think it is,
but there ain't no train to Stockholm.
Received your invitation to the war.
I sent it back, so please don't send no more.
I'd rather lie in some jail all alone.
Singing freedom is what you think it is,
but there ain't no train to Stockholm.
If I had to ride this train a hundred years
and all I had to drink is my own tears,
I wouldn't kill for you or on my own.
Singing freedom is what you think it is,
but there ain't no train to Stockholm.
Governements and politicians, too.
There's lots of people feel the way we do.
A hundred millions of us can't be wrong.
Singing freedom is what you think it is,
but there ain't no train to Stockholm.
El video es de la canción original de Lee. Y es tan lindo como la canción.
lunes, 9 de julio de 2007
la canción: "bad cover version"
Jarvis Cocker dice: "ah, cantá tu canción sobre las malas imitaciones que salieron tan mal / es como el tardío Tom & Jerry, cuando los dos podían hablar / como los Stones desde los '80 / como los últimos días de Southfork* / como El planeta de los simios por televisión / como el lado b de Til the Band Comes In / como una caja de tu propia marca de copos de maiz: te va a decepcionar, mi amigo, "
*n. del b.: la mansión de la serie Dallas.
Y uno invariablemente piensa en todas esas malas versiones -en todas- y dice ok, Jarvis, una vez más, tenés razón.
la letra, entera y brishante:
The word's on the street: you've found someone new.
If he looks nothing like me I'm so happy for you.
I heard an old girlfriend has turned to the church -
she's trying to replace me, but it'll never work.
'Cos every touch reminds you of just how sweet it could have been
And every time he kisses you it leaves behind the bitter taste of saccharine.
A bad cover version of love is not the real thing.
Bikini-clad girl on the front who invited you in.
Such great disappointment when you got him home -
the original was so good; the one you no longer own.
And every touch reminds you of just how sweet it could have been
And every time he kisses you, you get the taste of saccharine.
It's not easy to forget me, it's so hard to disconnect
When it's electronically reprocessed to give a more life-like effect.
Aah, sing your song about all the sad imitations that got it so wrong
It's like a later "Tom & Jerry" when the two of them could talk
Like the Stones since the Eighties, like the last days of Southfork.
Like "Planet of the Apes" on TV, the second side of "'Til the Band Comes in"
Like an own-brand box of cornflakes: he's going to let you down my friend.
y el video también es impresionante, con todas estas malas versiones cantando esta "Bad Cover Version":
*n. del b.: la mansión de la serie Dallas.
Y uno invariablemente piensa en todas esas malas versiones -en todas- y dice ok, Jarvis, una vez más, tenés razón.
la letra, entera y brishante:
The word's on the street: you've found someone new.
If he looks nothing like me I'm so happy for you.
I heard an old girlfriend has turned to the church -
she's trying to replace me, but it'll never work.
'Cos every touch reminds you of just how sweet it could have been
And every time he kisses you it leaves behind the bitter taste of saccharine.
A bad cover version of love is not the real thing.
Bikini-clad girl on the front who invited you in.
Such great disappointment when you got him home -
the original was so good; the one you no longer own.
And every touch reminds you of just how sweet it could have been
And every time he kisses you, you get the taste of saccharine.
It's not easy to forget me, it's so hard to disconnect
When it's electronically reprocessed to give a more life-like effect.
Aah, sing your song about all the sad imitations that got it so wrong
It's like a later "Tom & Jerry" when the two of them could talk
Like the Stones since the Eighties, like the last days of Southfork.
Like "Planet of the Apes" on TV, the second side of "'Til the Band Comes in"
Like an own-brand box of cornflakes: he's going to let you down my friend.
y el video también es impresionante, con todas estas malas versiones cantando esta "Bad Cover Version":
domingo, 8 de julio de 2007
la canción: "pablo picasso"
Los Modern Lovers, con Jonathan Richman a la cabeza, hacen esta oda a "Pablo Picasso". Desenfadados y divertidos, aseguran que al pintor nunca lo llamaron pelotudo...
Well some people try to pick up girls
And get called assholes
This never happened to Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare and
So Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole
Well the girls would turn the color
Of the avocado when he would drive
Down their street in his El Dorado
He could walk down you street
And girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole
Not like you
Alright
Well he was only 5'3"
But girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole
Not in New York
Oh well be not schmuck, be not abnoxious,
Be not bellbottom bummer or asshole
Remember the story of Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole
Alright this is it
Some people try to pick up girls
And they get called an asshole
This never happened to Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare and so
Pablo Picasso was never called...
(El del video es Jonathan Richman, solo)
Well some people try to pick up girls
And get called assholes
This never happened to Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare and
So Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole
Well the girls would turn the color
Of the avocado when he would drive
Down their street in his El Dorado
He could walk down you street
And girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole
Not like you
Alright
Well he was only 5'3"
But girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole
Not in New York
Oh well be not schmuck, be not abnoxious,
Be not bellbottom bummer or asshole
Remember the story of Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole
Alright this is it
Some people try to pick up girls
And they get called an asshole
This never happened to Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare and so
Pablo Picasso was never called...
(El del video es Jonathan Richman, solo)
sábado, 7 de julio de 2007
la canción: "deanna"
El australiano con más onda, después de Steve Irwin, canta "Deanna", ahora en versión acústica. Con ustedes, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
(el video es de la versión original)
(el video es de la versión original)
viernes, 6 de julio de 2007
la canción: "wild wild life"
David Byrne y sus cabezas parlantes cantan "Wild Wild Life", una hermosa canción de 1986. Eramos tan jóvenes...
La letra:
I'm wearin'
Fur pyjamas
I ride a
Hot Potata'
It's tickling my fancy
Speak up, I can't hear you
Here on this mountaintop
Woahoho
I got some wild, wild life
I got some news to tell ya
Woahoho
About some wild, wild life
Here comes the doctor in charge
Woahoho
She's got some wild, wild life
Ain't that the way you like it?
Ho, ha!
Living wild, wild life.
I wrestle, with your conscience
You wrestle, with your partner
Sittin' on a window sill, but he
Spends time behind closed doors
Check out Mr. Businessman
Oh, ho ho
He bought some wild, wild life
On the way to the stock exchange
Oh, ho ho
He got some wild, wild life
Break it up when he opens the door
Whoahoho
He's doin' wild, wild life
I know that's the way you like it
Wo ho
Living wild, wild life
Peace of mind?
Piece of cake!
Thought control!
You get on board anytime you like
Like sittin' on pins and needles
Things fall apart, it's scientific
Sleeping on the interstate
Woah ho ah
Getting wild, wild life
Checkin' in, a checkin' out!
Uh, huh!
I got a wild, wild life
Spending all of my money and time
Oh, ho ho
Done too much wild, wild
We wanna go, where we go, where we go
Oh, ho ho!
I doing wild, wild
I know it, that's how we start
Uh, huh
Got some wild, wild life
Take a picture, here in the daylight
Oh, ho!
And it's a wild, wild life
You've grown so tall, you've grown so fast
Oh, ho ho
Wild, wild
I know that's the way you like it
Oh, ho!
Living wild wild wild wild, life. I'm wearin'
Fur pyjamas
I ride a
Hot Potata'
It's tickling my fancy
Speak up, I can't hear you
Here on this mountaintop
Woahoho
I got some wild, wild life
I got some news to tell ya
Woahoho
About some wild, wild life
Here comes the doctor in charge
Woahoho
She's got some wild, wild life
Ain't that the way you like it?
Ho, ha!
Living wild, wild life.
I wrestle, with your conscience
You wrestle, with your partner
Sittin' on a window sill, but he
Spends time behind closed doors
Check out Mr. Businessman
Oh, ho ho
He bought some wild, wild life
On the way to the stock exchange
Oh, ho ho
He got some wild, wild life
Break it up when he opens the door
Whoahoho
He's doin' wild, wild life
I know that's the way you like it
Wo ho
Living wild, wild life
Peace of mind?
Piece of cake!
Thought control!
You get on board anytime you like
Like sittin' on pins and needles
Things fall apart, it's scientific
Sleeping on the interstate
Woah ho ah
Getting wild, wild life
Checkin' in, a checkin' out!
Uh, huh!
I got a wild, wild life
Spending all of my money and time
Oh, ho ho
Done too much wild, wild
We wanna go, where we go, where we go
Oh, ho ho!
I doing wild, wild
I know it, that's how we start
Uh, huh
Got some wild, wild life
Take a picture, here in the daylight
Oh, ho!
And it's a wild, wild life
You've grown so tall, you've grown so fast
Oh, ho ho
Wild, wild
I know that's the way you like it
Oh, ho!
Living wild wild wild wild, life.
La letra:
I'm wearin'
Fur pyjamas
I ride a
Hot Potata'
It's tickling my fancy
Speak up, I can't hear you
Here on this mountaintop
Woahoho
I got some wild, wild life
I got some news to tell ya
Woahoho
About some wild, wild life
Here comes the doctor in charge
Woahoho
She's got some wild, wild life
Ain't that the way you like it?
Ho, ha!
Living wild, wild life.
I wrestle, with your conscience
You wrestle, with your partner
Sittin' on a window sill, but he
Spends time behind closed doors
Check out Mr. Businessman
Oh, ho ho
He bought some wild, wild life
On the way to the stock exchange
Oh, ho ho
He got some wild, wild life
Break it up when he opens the door
Whoahoho
He's doin' wild, wild life
I know that's the way you like it
Wo ho
Living wild, wild life
Peace of mind?
Piece of cake!
Thought control!
You get on board anytime you like
Like sittin' on pins and needles
Things fall apart, it's scientific
Sleeping on the interstate
Woah ho ah
Getting wild, wild life
Checkin' in, a checkin' out!
Uh, huh!
I got a wild, wild life
Spending all of my money and time
Oh, ho ho
Done too much wild, wild
We wanna go, where we go, where we go
Oh, ho ho!
I doing wild, wild
I know it, that's how we start
Uh, huh
Got some wild, wild life
Take a picture, here in the daylight
Oh, ho!
And it's a wild, wild life
You've grown so tall, you've grown so fast
Oh, ho ho
Wild, wild
I know that's the way you like it
Oh, ho!
Living wild wild wild wild, life. I'm wearin'
Fur pyjamas
I ride a
Hot Potata'
It's tickling my fancy
Speak up, I can't hear you
Here on this mountaintop
Woahoho
I got some wild, wild life
I got some news to tell ya
Woahoho
About some wild, wild life
Here comes the doctor in charge
Woahoho
She's got some wild, wild life
Ain't that the way you like it?
Ho, ha!
Living wild, wild life.
I wrestle, with your conscience
You wrestle, with your partner
Sittin' on a window sill, but he
Spends time behind closed doors
Check out Mr. Businessman
Oh, ho ho
He bought some wild, wild life
On the way to the stock exchange
Oh, ho ho
He got some wild, wild life
Break it up when he opens the door
Whoahoho
He's doin' wild, wild life
I know that's the way you like it
Wo ho
Living wild, wild life
Peace of mind?
Piece of cake!
Thought control!
You get on board anytime you like
Like sittin' on pins and needles
Things fall apart, it's scientific
Sleeping on the interstate
Woah ho ah
Getting wild, wild life
Checkin' in, a checkin' out!
Uh, huh!
I got a wild, wild life
Spending all of my money and time
Oh, ho ho
Done too much wild, wild
We wanna go, where we go, where we go
Oh, ho ho!
I doing wild, wild
I know it, that's how we start
Uh, huh
Got some wild, wild life
Take a picture, here in the daylight
Oh, ho!
And it's a wild, wild life
You've grown so tall, you've grown so fast
Oh, ho ho
Wild, wild
I know that's the way you like it
Oh, ho!
Living wild wild wild wild, life.
jueves, 5 de julio de 2007
la canción: "i don´t want to get over you"
Hoy, "I don´t want to get over you", del genial disco 69 Love Songs, de los Magnetic Fields.
Acá la letra:
I don't want to get over you.
I guess I could take a sleeping pill and sleep at will
And not have to go through what I go through.
I guess I should take Prozac, right,
And just smile all night at somebody new,
Somebody not too bright but sweet
And kind who would try to get you off my mind.
I could leave this agony behind which is just what I'd do if I wanted to,
But I don't want to get over you cause
I don't want to get over love.
I could listen to my therapist, pretend you don't exist
And not have to dream of what I dream of;
I could listen to all my friends and go out again and pretend it's enough,
Or I could make a career of being blue
I could dress in black and read Camus,
Smoke clove cigarettes and drink vermouth like I was 17 that would be a scream
But I don't want to get over you.
Acá la letra:
I don't want to get over you.
I guess I could take a sleeping pill and sleep at will
And not have to go through what I go through.
I guess I should take Prozac, right,
And just smile all night at somebody new,
Somebody not too bright but sweet
And kind who would try to get you off my mind.
I could leave this agony behind which is just what I'd do if I wanted to,
But I don't want to get over you cause
I don't want to get over love.
I could listen to my therapist, pretend you don't exist
And not have to dream of what I dream of;
I could listen to all my friends and go out again and pretend it's enough,
Or I could make a career of being blue
I could dress in black and read Camus,
Smoke clove cigarettes and drink vermouth like I was 17 that would be a scream
But I don't want to get over you.
la canción: "rien de rien"
En el día de la fecha, nada de nada o, mejor dicho, "Rien de Rien", interpretada por Edith Piaf.
(compuesta por Charles Aznavour/Pierre Roche).
Atención a esa orquesta y a ese increscendo.
Para darle duro al volumen.
(compuesta por Charles Aznavour/Pierre Roche).
Atención a esa orquesta y a ese increscendo.
Para darle duro al volumen.
la canción: "blueberry hill"
Blueberry Hill, del disco homónimo, versión en vivo por Louis Armstrong (circa 1962)
Al ser hoy el día de la inauguración de este nuevo espacio de intercambio multimediático, y al haber recibido el primer pedido personalizado, en fin, por todo esto y mucho más, hoy van dos canciones.
Al ser hoy el día de la inauguración de este nuevo espacio de intercambio multimediático, y al haber recibido el primer pedido personalizado, en fin, por todo esto y mucho más, hoy van dos canciones.
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