viernes, 31 de enero de 2014
ILEGALES (somos unos macarras. cd 1)
1. Tiempos nuevos, tiempos salvajes
2. Delincuente habitual
3. Yo soy quien espía los juegos de los niños
4. Hombre solitario
5. Problema sexual
6. Me sueltan mañana
7. ¡Heil Hitler!
8. ¡Hola mamoncete!
9. No me acaricies el pelo
10.La casa del misterio
11. Caramelos podridos
12. Tiempos nuevos, tiempos salvajes (reprise)
13. Revuelta juvenil en Mongolia
14. La pasta en la mano
15. Europa ha muerto
16. La fiesta
17. Princesa equivocada
18. Africa paga
19. El último hombre
ILEGALES (somos unos macarras. cd 2)
1. Agotados de esperar el fin
2. Quiero ser millonario
3. La chica del club de golf
4. Hombre blanco
5. Soy un macarra
6. El piloto
7. Odio los pasodobles
8. Stick de hockey
9.Para siempre
10. Destruye
11. África paga (reprise)
12. El norte está lleno de frío
13. Enamorados de Varsovia
14. Harto de ser el malo del lugar
15. Eres una puta
16. Ella saltó por la ventana
17. No me gusta el trabajo
18. Está fascinada
19. Bestia, bestia
20. Qué mal huelen los muertos
21. Hacer mucho ruido
22. Todo lo que digáis que somos
23. Un invasor en la capital
24. Sin remedio
2. Quiero ser millonario
3. La chica del club de golf
4. Hombre blanco
5. Soy un macarra
6. El piloto
7. Odio los pasodobles
8. Stick de hockey
9.Para siempre
10. Destruye
11. África paga (reprise)
12. El norte está lleno de frío
13. Enamorados de Varsovia
14. Harto de ser el malo del lugar
15. Eres una puta
16. Ella saltó por la ventana
17. No me gusta el trabajo
18. Está fascinada
19. Bestia, bestia
20. Qué mal huelen los muertos
21. Hacer mucho ruido
22. Todo lo que digáis que somos
23. Un invasor en la capital
24. Sin remedio
Depeche Mode - Enjoy The Silence (Official Music Video)
Esta es la original. Me acuerdo de cuando compré este vinilo en Agarthy, en Las Tiendas Verdes hace 24 años...
Belle & Sebastian - I Want The World To Stop (HQ)
I want the world to stop (I want the world to stop)
Give me the morning (give me the understanding)
I want the world to stop (I want the world to stop)
Give me the morning, give me the afternoon
The night, the night
Let me step out of my shell
I'm wrapped in sheets of milky winter disorder
Let me feel the air again, the talk of friends
The mind of someone my equal
I want the world to stop . . .
Tinseltown has followed me from Tinseltown to
Grey adorable city by the docks
Girls will walk in moving air
The sun hangs low, the girls don't care
As they paint themselves at dusk
I want the world to stop . . .
Towns' and cities' populations up and grow
The workers move to the suburbs
In between I watch and go
I run alongside rush hour traffic
A prayer for every car
I want the world to stop . . .
I want to write a message to you
Every day at ten o'clock in the evening
Yellow pearl my city is
This is your art
This is your Balzac, your Brookside, and your Bach
Give me the morning (give me the understanding)
I want the world to stop (I want the world to stop)
Give me the morning, give me the afternoon
The night, the night
Let me step out of my shell
I'm wrapped in sheets of milky winter disorder
Let me feel the air again, the talk of friends
The mind of someone my equal
I want the world to stop . . .
Tinseltown has followed me from Tinseltown to
Grey adorable city by the docks
Girls will walk in moving air
The sun hangs low, the girls don't care
As they paint themselves at dusk
I want the world to stop . . .
Towns' and cities' populations up and grow
The workers move to the suburbs
In between I watch and go
I run alongside rush hour traffic
A prayer for every car
I want the world to stop . . .
I want to write a message to you
Every day at ten o'clock in the evening
Yellow pearl my city is
This is your art
This is your Balzac, your Brookside, and your Bach
Jarvis - Don't Let Him Waste Your Time
Me encanta la canción y el vídeo...
Well, you can stay all night if you want to
You can hang out with all of his friends
You can go and meet his mother and father
Hmm, you better make sure that's where it ends
'Cause baby, there's one thing that you gotta know:
Let him read your palm and guess your sign
Let him take you home and treat you fine
But baby -
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
'Cause the years fly by in an instant
And you wonder what he's waiting for
Oh, then some skinny bitch walks by in some hot pants
And he's a-running out the door
So remember that one thing that you gotta know:
Let him read your palm and guess your sign
Let him take you home and treat you so fine
But baby -
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
You ain't getting no younger
And you've got nothing to show
So tell him that it's now or never
And then -
Go go go go go
He can have his space
Yeah, he can take his time
Now he can kiss you where the sun don't shine
Oh baby -
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
No, don't let him waste your time
No, don't let him waste your time
No, don't let him waste your time
No, don't let him waste your time
Well, you can stay all night if you want to
You can hang out with all of his friends
You can go and meet his mother and father
Hmm, you better make sure that's where it ends
'Cause baby, there's one thing that you gotta know:
Let him read your palm and guess your sign
Let him take you home and treat you fine
But baby -
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
'Cause the years fly by in an instant
And you wonder what he's waiting for
Oh, then some skinny bitch walks by in some hot pants
And he's a-running out the door
So remember that one thing that you gotta know:
Let him read your palm and guess your sign
Let him take you home and treat you so fine
But baby -
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
You ain't getting no younger
And you've got nothing to show
So tell him that it's now or never
And then -
Go go go go go
He can have his space
Yeah, he can take his time
Now he can kiss you where the sun don't shine
Oh baby -
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
Don't let him waste your time
No, don't let him waste your time
No, don't let him waste your time
No, don't let him waste your time
No, don't let him waste your time
jueves, 30 de enero de 2014
domingo, 26 de enero de 2014
The Smiths - The Boy With The Thorn In His Side
Un último empujón, Polo. Que va a merecer la pena. Un descanso de 3:15 con Morrisey.
Belle & Sebastian - Lazy Line Painter Jane - Live at Barrowlands (HD Pro...
Working the village shop
Putting a poster up
Dreaming of anything
Dreaming of the time when you're free
From all the trouble you're in
In the mud, on your knees
Trying hard not to please
Anyone, all the time
Being a rebel is fine
But you go all the way to being brutal
You will have a boy tonight
You will have a boy tonight
On the first bus out of town
On the first bus out of town
Let's see your kit for games
All the girls look the same
You are challenging style for running miles
You're running miles in some boy's jumper
Boo to the business world!
You know a girl who's tax free
On her back and making plenty cash
While you are working for the joy of giving
You will have a boy tonight
You will have a boy tonight
On the last bus out of town
On the last bus out of town
You will have a boy tonight
You will have a girl tonight
And you hope that they will see
And you hope that they will see
You are in two minds
Tossing a coin to decide
Whether you should tell your folks
About a dose of thrush you got
When were licking railings
But you read in a book
That you got free in Boots
There are lotions, there are potions
You can take to hide your shame
From all those prying eyes
Lazy Jane, all the time
Painting lines
You are sleeping at bus stops
Wondering how you got your name
And what you're going to do about it
You will have a boy tonight
You will have a boy tonight
On the last bus out of town
On the last bus out of town
You will have a boy tonight
Maybe you will have a girl tonight
And you hope that she will see
And you hope that she will see
lunes, 20 de enero de 2014
domingo, 19 de enero de 2014
JUAN GELMAN
La poesía es una manera de vivir.
Mira a la gente que hay a tu costado.
¿Ama? ¿Sufre? ¿Canta? ¿Llora?
Ayúdala a luchar por sus manos, sus ojos, su boca,
por el beso para besar y el beso para regalar,
por su mesa, su cama, su pan, su letra a y su letra h,
por su pasado -¿acaso no fueron niños?-
por su porvenir – ¿acaso no serán niños?-
por su presente, por el trozo de paz, de historia
y de dicha que le toca
Juan Gelman, ‘Final, Violín y otras cuestiones’ (1956)
viernes, 17 de enero de 2014
jueves, 16 de enero de 2014
domingo, 12 de enero de 2014
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sábado, 4 de enero de 2014
jueves, 2 de enero de 2014
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