viernes, 26 de junio de 2009
viernes, 20 de febrero de 2009
The Simpsons - Homer Loves Marge!
Popurrí de canciones de amor. Se lo dedico a Santi, mi amor verdadero :-)
(la letra no la pongo, espero que me entendais)
jueves, 19 de febrero de 2009
Kenny Rogers - The Gambler
¡Qué bonita canción! y qué bueno el Kenny Rogers. La canción se resume en esto:
"The song is often characterized as a metaphor for life in that you need to know when to stand your ground (when to hold 'em) and when to retreat (when to fold 'em). The gambler has learned that the trick to life isn't the cards you've been dealt, but how to play them (every hand being a "winner" or a "loser" depending on how they are played). The "ace" that Rogers refers to in the end is this advice."
Kenny Rogers - The Gambler
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kNnrTNFWcsg
On a warm summers evening, on a train bound for nowhere
I met up with a gambler, we were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns at staring out the window at the darkness
The boredom overtook us - and he began to speak
He said, son I've made a life out of reading people's faces
And knowing what the cards were, by the way they held their eyes
So if you don't mind my sayin', I can see you're out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey, I'll give you some advice
So I handed him my bottle, and he drank down my last swallow
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression
Said, if you're gonna play the game, boy, you gotta learn to play it right
Chorus:
You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away and know when to run
You never count your money, when you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin', when the dealin's done
Every gambler knows that the secret to survive is
Knowing what to throw away and knowing what to keep
'Cos every hand's a winner and every hand's a loser
And the best that you can hope for is-that-ya die in ya sleep
And when he finished speakin', he turned back toward the window
Crushed out the cigarette, faded off to sleep
And somewhere in the darkness, the gambler he broke even
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep
chorus repeats 3x
Sin Dios - 1936
Sin Dios fue uno de los grupos más importantes del hardcore punk español de ideología anarquista. Aunque este estilo musical no es de mis preferidos, me gustaba mucho este grupo por todo lo que decían en sus letras, y porque al contrario de muchos otros (incluyéndome a mí), sí eran consecuentes con lo que defendían. Os dejo una de mis favoritas.
El sol de julio calienta mas fuerte
rostros rojinegros desprecian la muerte
deciden vencer, con fuego y metralla
barriendo al fascismo de calles y plazas.
No son soldados, ni son mercenarios
son hombres y mujeres, son libertarios
no luchan por el orden republicano
su corazón late revolucionario.
Ya no hay patrones, ni explotadores
la vida organizan los trabajadores
colectivizan ciudades, liberan los campos
crean milicias, en los sindicatos.
1936
El pueblo se alza como un vendaval
camina sin miedo contra el capital
imponen con fuerza el soñado ideal.
1936
El pueblo se alza como un vendaval
camina sin miedo contra el capital
Comunismo Libertario, Revolución Social.
Mientras el pueblo en el frente
se bate como un león
en la retaguardia los cobardes
preparan la traición.
Burócratas y Estalinistas
caminan ya de al mano
forjando las cadenas
que pondrán a sus hermanos.
Entre Berlín y Moscú,
se fragua la tenaza
Franco atacaba de frente,
Líster va por la espalda
a Nazis y Estalinistas,
la revolución espantaba
pues podía dar a este pueblo,
todo lo que anhelaba.
1936
El pueblo se alza como un vendaval
camina sin miedo contra el capital
imponen con fuerza el soñado ideal.
1936
El pueblo se alza como un vendaval
camina sin miedo contra el capital
Comunismo Libertario, Revolución Social.
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martes, 17 de febrero de 2009
Manolo García - Prefiero el trapecio
Vídeo no oficial de uno de mis temas preferidos de Manolo García, del que sin duda, pondría toda su discografía, desde los Rápidos hasta ahora...
lunes, 16 de febrero de 2009
Gold Lion - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
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miércoles, 11 de febrero de 2009
When You Say Nothing At All - Alison Krauss
Esta mujer la descubrí en los Estates, y me encanta su voz. Ha hecho unas cuantas versiones de canciones, y para mi gusto mejoradas
Letra:
It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart
Without saying a word you can light up the dark
Try as I may I could never explain
What I hear when you don't say a thing
The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all
All day long I can hear people talking out loud
But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd
Old mr. webster could never define
What's being said between your heart and mine
The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all
The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all
martes, 10 de febrero de 2009
Simon & Garfunkel - I am a rock
Tienen grandes canciones, pero ésta es mi preferida. Me gusta la diferencia entre la tristeza de la letra y la alegría de la música.
Letra:
A winter's day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Don't talk of love,
But I've heard the words before;
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
