Musica Beyond!!!!!! Estos panas, especialmente Paul y John estaban anios luz de los demas musicos de la epoca:
Here come old flattop he come grooving up slowly He got joo-joo eyeball he one holy roller He got hair down to his knee Got to be a joker he just do what he please
He wear no shoeshine he got toe-jam football He got monkey finger he shoot coca-cola He say "I know you, you know me" One thing I can tell you is you got to be free Come together right now over me
He bag production he got walrus gumboot He got Ono sideboard he one spinal cracker He got feet down below his knee Hold you in his armchair you can feel his disease Come together right now over me
He roller-coaster he got early warning He got muddy water he one mojo filter He say "One and one and one is three" Got to be good-looking 'cause he's so hard to see Come together right now over me.
Un stop obliogatorio de la faena laboral: Suena Demon's Eye de los Deep Purple, se me mueve el diablillo interno y quiere tocar una guitarra imaginaria, headbang and take those horns out and sing it out loud.
I don't mind just what you say. I never heard you, baby, never heard you anyway. I don't care what you do just so long as it ain't me and you. Sly, sly, sly like a demon's eye.
Everything's good, I said, everything's fine. You don't know, don't know it's the end of your time. How does it feel to be turned away? I've known it, baby, almost every day. Sly, sly, sly like a demon's eye.
I don't need you anymore, I don't want you, baby, hanging round my door. You slip and slide round my brain. You think you're so clever, yeah, but you know you're insane. Sly, sly, sly like a demon's eye.
I d-d-don't mind just what you say. I never heard you, baby, I never heard you anyway, no I didn't. Everything's good, everything's fine. You don't know it's the end of your time. Sly, sly, sly like the demon's eye, like the demon's eye.
Una canción que suena a "Scape 88.9fm" a las 5AM. Debo confezar que soy adicto al playlist que solian poner en esa emisora entre finales de los 90's y principios de esta década. Sin mas que agregar: Simple Minds...
This is your land It's the way it was planned Sky to the sea, something to see Old ancient town, to the old people ground I wanna know, something to go This is your land, laid out in your hand This is your land Wherever I go, way down here I know This is your land Oh churches and steeples, big city people I wanna know something to hold Walk down the track, to the old railroad track I wanna leave something to see This is your land, laid out in your hand This is your land Wherever I go, way down here I know This is your land Money can't buy me Money can't buy me I've got time Time is on my side You don't know what you've got till the whole thing's gone The days are dark and the road is long And when you walk away, the hope is gone Tell me what is right, and what is wrong Is this the way it was planned This is your land, take it in your hand This is your land Wherever I go, way down here I know This is your land, take it in your hand This is your land Wherever I go, way down here I know This is your land Words And Music : Simple Minds Reproduced without permission
Pa' que no digan que solo estoy en el pasado de los 80's y los 90,s... Aquí les vengo con la canción que mas me tripea del nuevo disco de "Candlemass", esta canción se llama "My funeral Dreams". Esta banda es sueca y son muy buenos en el doom metal, suenan muy a lo black sabbath en algunos riffs, eso no es una crítica, si no mas bien algo que a mi me gusta y me tripea el maso. Esta es la última canción del album y tiene sustancia. Ya saben amigos del metal, headbangers, mochilitas y jevitos.
Lyrics to My Funeral Dreams : There is a light, a flickering light The eye in the sky is now approaching I fall into, the well of taboo In the maelstrom of morte I am floating I'm going down, deeper and down The door to the other world is open
High court of the witch lord I got the invitation Curved blade of the doom sword No room for hesitation Like a lamb to the slaughter I died in the Douaumant trenches Did the devils daughter In the realm of superstition
Do I have to go, where all the sinners burn? It isn't real, am I able to return?
MY FUNERAL DREAMS
I'm one out of 13 Got hit by an poisoned arrow 3 rusty daggers The voice of the scarecrow I'm trapped here by treason And strangled in the blue light Was shot for no reason In the minefield of midnight
Do I have to go, where all the sinners burn? It is not real, but am I able to return?
MY FUNERAL DREAMS
It's dark, I'm blind, I'm trying to climb Up from the holes into my head In my dream I stab and I scream I'm dead without leaving my own bed
When I'm awake I don't recall What I've been doing there at all I don't know what I've become My mind is gone when I'm alone
Otra canción que carga consigo su propio ambiente y aura de emociones, imagenes, sensaciones...
La apariencia no es sincera: Acorralado, entre tu futuro y mi pared., cuestionando cada una de las frases., ¿sabes? nunca estuviste en la canción, pero, tan dulcemente te entregaste..., y te oigo decir:, "dame tantas rosas como espinas me clavé., no encajo bien tus bromas., ¿por qué serás tan cruel?., dame tantas rosas como espinas me clavé., tan fácilmente explotas, ¿qué infierno te posee?.", extrayendo poco a poco todo de mis venas., tus agujas pellizcan suave la piel., ¿sabes? nunca hubo una droga peor, pero, esta vez, tampoco te escuché..., y más de uno gritó:, "dame tantas rosas como espinas me clavé., no encajo bien tus bromas., ¿por qué serás tan cruel?., dame tantas rosas como espinas me clavé., tan fácilmente explotas, ¿qué infierno te posee?.", podrías pensar lo peor, que la apariancia no es sincera, no., pasadas las noches en vela, ¿será una condena de amargo sabor?., podría perder el control, con apariencia embustera, ¿o no?., pasadas las noches de espera, ¿merezco que arda el corazón?., acobardado, ahora callo en alto, antes de huir., no resulta sencillo ser fiel a la conciencia., ¿sabes? nunca pesadilla me intimidó, si yo no escogí, ¿quién fué le que decidió?., y te oigo decir:, "dame tantas rosas como espinas me clavé., no encajo bien tus bromas., ¿por qué serás tan cruel?., dame tantas rosas como espinas me clavé., tan fácilmente explotas, ¿qué infierno te posee?.", podrías pensar lo peor, que la apariancia no es sincera, no., pasadas las noches en vela, ¿será una condena de amargo sabor?., podría perder el control, con apariencia embustera, ¿o no?., pasadas las noches de espera, ¿merezco que arda el corazón?.,
Esta es una canción muy conocida por todos y seguramente por la versión de ls 10,000 maniacs... Pues esta la conocí gracias a nip tuck hacer par de temporadas atrás. Esta canción tiene su aura, su vibra, su energía propia.
BRYAN FERRY lyrics - More Than This
I could feel at the time There was no way of knowing Fallen leaves in the night Who can say where they're blowing As free as the wind And hopefully learning Why the sea on the tide Has no way of turning More than this - there is nothing More than this - tell me one thing More than this - there is nothing It was fun for a while There was no way of knowing Like dream in the night Who can say where we're going No care in the world Maybe I'm learning Why the sea on the tide Has no way of turning More than this - there is nothing More than this - tell me one thing More than this - there is nothing
Aquí una joya del rock dominicano: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-LHq58IIqMc Cada vez que me doy ese tema, me da envidia de no haber participado como músico de esos jameos y conciertos de la época...
Una canción que muestra un estado que pocos psicólogos han explotado: "Felízmente tríste", para entender mas este complejo término, favor escuchar el track Creep de Radiohead:
Aquí los lyrics: When you were here before, Couldn't look you in the eye You're just like an angel, Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather In a beautiful world I wish I was special You're so fuckin' special
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here
I don't care if it hurts, I wanna have control I want a perfect body I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I'm not around You're so fuckin' special I wish I was special
But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh
She's running out again She's running out She run run run run... run... run...
Whatever makes you happy Whatever you want You're so fuckin' special I wish I was special
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here
No es la primera vez que escribo sobre la película "TOP GUN", en este blog. Pero sencillamente la explicación radica en que ninguna película había logrado combinar los elementos que este film logró conjugar y en la manera que lo hizo. Mi parecer es que esta película solo impactó a los de sexo masculino y las pocas fémninas que logró atraer, fueron victimas de los atributos visuales de "Tomasito Cruz". Lo cierto es que el soundtrack fue otro de los aditivos positivos a este largometraje. Es tan bueno, que en este momento he interrumpido mi jornada de trabajo,debido a que mi "zune", repdujo de manera aleatoria la canción "Danger Zone". Necesito unas gafas de piloto y un motor grande, un atardecer de invierno en la avenida las américas o el malecón y la rubia... (no, realmente tengo novia) Saludos a Daniel Muse, mi querido pana guitarrista... (el tiene este tema como ringtone) disfruten este tema:
Me encantó este cover de la agrupación de rock cristiano "RED". Tuve la oportunidad de verlos en vivo en Rhode Island hace par de años y me llevé muy buena impresión. De este nuevo album de ellos("Inonocence and Instinct"), se desprende el sencillo "Ordinary world".
Info sobre el artista: Artie Traum (April 3, 1943 - July 20, 2008) was a New Age Voice (NAV) Award-winning guitarist, producer and songwriter. Traum's work appeared on more than 35 albums. He produced and recorded with The Band, Warren Bernhardt, Pat Alger, Tony Levin, John Sebastian, Richie Havens, Maria Muldaur, Eric Anderson, Paul Butterfield, Paul Siebel, Rory Block, James Taylor, Pete Seeger, David Grisman, Livingston Taylor, Michael Franks and Happy Traum, among others. Traum's songs were featured on PBS, BBC, ESPN, and CBS. He toured in Japan, Europe and across the USA.
My disposition is in a position for all to see. Regretless for how it feels. I got a bullet with a name on it. Bullet with a name.
Because the cause for all, the pause you think you see is really concentration on the steel. I got a bullet with a name on it. Bullet with a name.
See everybody watching and passing judgment on every little move and decision I make. How can I be an individual with the weight of the world with 8 other planets to take? and with everything happening gunshots clapping and people all running in every direction with their hands up praying for the drama to end, I got my hand out looking for some money to spend.
[Chorus] The price tags on the things I need are getting bigger by the day I got a bullet with a name on it. Bullet with a name. The way I work so hard for things they just take away from me. I got a bullet with a name on it. Bullet with a name.
I'm working harder than a hundred black mules down in Mexico. No water, no clouds, no cover, from the hotter than Hell no dinner bell, empty oven again from another bad opinion. I mean who doesn't want the cars, money, fame, attention, bars, honeys, games, attention, stars? Funny how we say we don't need it then turn around and try to achieve it.
[Chorus]
Everything that they say about me. And everything that they make me need, are nothing when they're taking everything away from me. Everyone trying to make it harder and everyone saying I would never be. You're nothing but a name on the bullet that I aim...