Categoría: MUSICA
13 Marzo 2006
Veréis, leyendo en muchos sitios llegue a entender que colgar las letras de canciones en un Blog es algo estúpido y sin sentido. Creía que hacía mal hasta que me di cuenta. Si se las dedico a gente especial para mí cobrarán todo el sentido que se merecen. Pues a partir de ahora, una canción en esye Blog será considerada una dedicatoria. Y hoy tendremos dos.
La primera, va dedicada a todos mis AMIGOS. Aqui se incluyen los colegas de mi pueblo y facultad, los lectores de este Blog, compañeros de colegio e instituto, de trabajo (Jordi xD) etc. que me hayan hecho pasar buenos momentos. Les dejo con Joe Cocker:
WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF I SANG OUT OF TUNE
WOULD YOU STAND UP AND WALK OUT ON ME
LEND ME YOUR EARS AND I�LL SING YOU A SONG
I WILL TRY NOT TO SING OUT OF KEY
BY WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS
(ALL I NEED IS MY BUDDYS)
HIGH WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS
(I SAID I'M GONNA GET HIGH)
TRY WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS
(OH, OH, YEAH)
DO YOU NEED ANYBODY
I NEED SOMEONE TO LOVE
COULD IT BE ANYBODY
ALL I NEED IS SOMEBODY TO LOVE
BY WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS
(SAID I'M GONNA MAKE IT WITH MY FRIENDS)
I GET HIGH WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS
(OH OH I'M GONNA KEEP ON TRYING)
GONNA KEEP ON TRYING WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS
(I'M GONNA KEEP ON TRYING)
WOULD YOU BELIEVE IN A LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
YES I�M CERTAIN THAT IT HAPPENS ALL THE TIME
WHAT DO YOU SEE WHEN YOU TURN OUT THE LIGHT
I CAN�T TELL YOU BUT I KNOW IT�S MINE
BY WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS
(DON'TCHA KNOW I'M GONNA MAKE IT WITH MY FRIENDS)
HIGH WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS
(I PROMISED MYSELF I'D GET BY)
TRY WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS
(SAID I'M GONNA TRY IT BUT NOT TOO HARD)
DO YOU NEED ANYBODY
AHH YEA YEAH
COULD IT BE ANYBODY
(OH THERE'S GOTTA BE SOMEBODY GONNA TREAT ME RIGHT I KNOW
SOMEBODY TELL ME NOW, OH YEAH YEAH)
BY WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS
(SAID I'M GONNA GET BY WITH MY FRIENDS)
WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS
(OH YES I'M GONNA KEEP TRYING NOW)
WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS
(KEEP ON TRYING WITH MY FRIENDS)
WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS
(GET A LITTLE HIGH)
Y ahora una canción para una persona especial para mi, que se que nunca leera este post pero quiero dejar en algun sitio expresado mi sentimiento, que no es amor, no es odio, no es atracción; es "algo más que un sentimiento" o "More than a feeling". Esta canción retrata a la perfección lo que yo siento por ella. Y asi sera siempre. Con ustedes: Boston
More Than A Feeling
I looked out this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away
It’s more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
’till I see marianne walk away
I see my marianne walkin’ away
So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on
As clear as the sun in the summer sky
It’s more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
’till I see marianne walk away
I see my marianne walkin’ away
When I’m tired and thinking cold
I hide in my music, forget the day
And dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped away
She slipped away, she slipped away.
It’s more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
’till I see marianne walk away
I see my marianne walkin’ away
Un saludo, y hasta otro post
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3 Enero 2006
OLD TIME ROCK & ROLL
(Bob Seger)
Just take those old records off the shelf
I´ll sit and listen to ´em by myself
Today´s music ain´t got the same soul
I like that old time rock n´ roll
Don´t try to take me to a disco
You´ll never even get me out on the floor
In ten minutes I´ll be late for the door
I like that old time rock n´ roll
Still like that old time rock n´ roll
That kind of music just soothes the soul
I reminisce about the days of old
With that old time rock n´ roll
Won´t go to hear them play a tango
I´d rather hear some blues or funky old soul
There´s only one sure way to get me to go
Start playing old time rock n´ roll
Call me a relic, call me what you will
Say I´m old-fashioned, say I´m over the hill
Today´s music ain´t got the same soul
I like that old time rock n´ roll
Still like old time rock n´ roll
That kind of music just soothes the soul
I reminisce about the days of old
With that old time rock n´ roll.
Esta canción es sin duda una de mis favoritas, tanto esta como la versión que hicieron el grupo "Revolver". La canción nos habla de la auténtica y buena música, el Rock y no lo que te ponen en las discotecas....no os arrepentireis de escuchar esta canción nunca en la vida.Hablo de mi ideología que es "DISCOS NO" y ene sa canción se dice: "no me lleves a una disco, y que me obligues a bailar en la pista, en 10 minutos ya me habre ido de allí, a mi me guetsa el buen y viejo Rock and Roll" Hasta otra y Long Live Rock and Roll.
Ostia, se parece a Manel Comas.
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10 Diciembre 2005
Uno nde los mejores grupos de la historia. Me ha sido díficil elegir esta canción y no cualquier otra, porque la verdad, estos tíos son los más grandes. Todas sus canciones rebosan calidad y un buen rock and roll. Hablo de los DIRE STRAITS y su "MONEY FOR NOTHING"
MONEY FOR NOTHING
(Mark Knopfler/Sting)
Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' and chicks for free
Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb
We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour TVs
See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup
Yeah buddy that's his own hair
That little faggot got his own jet airplane
That little faggot he's a millionaire
We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchens deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour TV's
I shoulda learned to play the guitar
I shoulda learned to play them drums
Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera
Man we could have some fun
And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises?
Bangin' on the bongos like a chimpanzee
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Get your money for nothin' get your chicks for free
We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour TV's, Lord
Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' and your chicks for free
Money for nothin' and chicks for free
Y encima con Sting de co-autor de la canción,¿que más podemos pedir?. Pues la canción trata sobre la mercantilización de la música, donde los autores abandonan sus métodos para vender discos. Ejemplos como el hoy existente Requesón(me niego a escribirlo bien) donde cantantes como Bisbal, Ricky Martin, que nunca habían hecho nada de eso, lo hacen para vender más discos. Pero menos mal que esta Mark Knopfler para decirnos, que vale más la satisfacción personal que un maldito puñado de dólares. Y encima, ganan dinero "por nada".
Bueno, un saludo. ¡NO AL REGGAETON!
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30 Noviembre 2005
"THE SOUND OF SILENCE" - Simon & Garfunkel
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
Fools said I, You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said:
The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence
La verdad, me habeís pillado. No se opinar de esta canción. No sabría, debido a que es tan inquietnate, tan fabulosa, tan grandiosa,....que puede conmigo. Esta canción puede conmigo. Una muchacha me dijo una vez, que trataba sobre un chaval que se suicidaba. Otra versión dice que se trata de una crítica a la guerra del Vietnam. No sabría. Les dejo que ustedes opinen. Un acercamiento diría que trata sobre el materialismo. No se. Debo irme a escucharla
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12 Noviembre 2005
PAINT IT BLACK
(Rolling Stones)
I see a red door and I want it painted black,
No colors anymore I want them to turn black.
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes,
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes.
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black,
With flowers and my love, both never to come balck.
I see people turn their head and quickly look away,
Like a new born baby it just happens ev'ry day.
I look inside myself and see my heart is black,
I see my red door and I want it painted black.
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts,
It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black.
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue,
I could not forsee this thing happeening to you.
If I look hard enought into then setting sun,
My love will laught with me before the morning comes.
I see a red door and I want it painted black,
No colors anymore I want them to turn black.
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes,
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes.
I wanna see your face painted black, black as night.
Don't wanna see the sun flyin'high in the sky.
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black, yeah!
Son los Rolling...¿más comentarios?. Pues etsa canción me cautivó cuando la escuché en los créditos de la película "LA CHAQUETA METÁLICA", que por cierto, gran película del genial Kubrick. La canción tiene un ritmo frenético y hace moverte y cantar automaticamente. A mi entender, habla sobre el pesimismo y las pocas ganas de vivir que se tienen con ese problema encima. Bueno, hasta la próxima canción que sin duda sera "The sound of silence" de Simon y Garfunkel.
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15 Octubre 2005
I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind of change
The world is closing in
Did you ever think
That we could be so close, like brothers
The future is in the air
I can feel it everywhere
Blowing with the wind of change
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change
Walking down the street
Distant memories
Are buried in the past forever
I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change
The wind of change
Blows straight into the face of time
Like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell
For peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing
What my guitar wants to say
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change
Hoy tenemos un caso especial, una balada heavy del grupo proveniente de alemania oriental SCORPIONS. Este grupo heavy ha pasado a la historia por sus grandes baladas y esta es una de ellas.
La canción trata de un momento histórico en el mundo, la desaparición de la URSS y la caída del muro de Berlín, la cual celebraron los Scorpions. Un amigo mio, de viaje en Alemania, me habló de esta canción diciendo que allí se le trata la importancia de himno musical. Y no les falta razón, pues la unión de las dos alemanias separadas por un "telón de acero". La canción la reconoces a los 3 segundos de sonar y la versión que hicieron Medina Azahara es preciosa. Una canción indispensable para el buen amante de la música. La canción me encanta por su letra, una letra que invita a la esperanza en un futuro lleno de paz, donde todos seríamos "hermanos".
Un saludo y hasta otra
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1 Octubre 2005
MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE
(Sting)
Just a castaway
An island lost at sea
Another lonely day
With no one here but me
More loneliness
Than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair
I'll send an SOS to the world
I'll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
A year has passed since I wrote my note
But I should have known this right from the start
Only hope can keep me together
Love can mend your life
But love can break your heart
I'll send an SOS to the world...
Walked out this morning
Don't believe what I saw
A hundred billion bottles
Washed up on the shore
Seems I'm not alone at being alone
A hundred billion castaways
Looking for a home
I'll send an SOS to the world...
Esta canción me tiene enganchado, muy enganchado. Nunca habia sentido nada asi desde que mi padre me aconsejó a escuchar un disco suyo, de unos tales "DIRE STRAITS". Desde entonces, Mark Knopfler me tiene embrujado... y ahora es Sting quien me posee....
Todo empezó en casa de Pablo, cuando repasando la colección de discos de su padre encontramos un vinilo, que incluía mi ex canción favorita de the police, "Roxanne". Puso la cara 1, la primera Canción y como un canto de sirenas comenzó a cantar estas letras....
Este ritmo es genial, es el ritmo que desearías escuchar en una peli, cuando tu equipo de fútbol juega bien, cuando estas en un bareto con los colegas........Y la letra es sencillamente genial, yo la veo como la "CALLING ELVIS" de los Dire Straits, trata sobre la incomunicación de este mundo; Sting manda un SOS para el mundo, pero no para que le rescaten... y un dia pasenado por la playa, encuentras millones de botellas de naúfragos como él, que tambien quieren salvar al mundo.......
En Fin, escuchen ustedes mismos esta canción y juzguen ustedes mismos.
Un saludo y Long Live Rock and Roll
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