martes, 28 de abril de 2009

Jimi Hendrix está vivo...



... Y sigue siendo un genio eléctrico, ahora se hace llamar Prince.

He visto vídeos, pero no puedo ni imaginar lo que debe ser un concierto en directo de este tipo. Brutal, será brutal.

Para l@s chafarder@s: ojo a los ¿pendientes? Y la cara del tipo cuando le deja la guitarra, como diciendo "me tocó la lotería, la vendo en eBay y me forro"...

video


Prince: Dreamer

I was born, raised on a slave plantation
In the United States, of the red, white and blue
Never knew that I was different, till Dr. King was on a balcony
Lyin' in a bloody pool
I expected so much more from a loving
A loving, loving society
A truthful explanation, you know what
I got another, another conspiracy

If it was just a dream, listen, call me, call me a dreamer too

With more rewards and accolades, then anyone before or after
21st century, oh what a shame, what a shame
Race, race still matters
A race to what, and where we going
We in the same boat, but I'm the only one rowing

Last time I checked, you were sleeping, but you can call me a dreamer too
(What's up with this)

Peanut butter logic, served on a bed of lies
Don't go down too easy, when you've seen your father cry
Have you ever clutched the steering wheel in your car too tight
Praying that police sirens just pass you by that night
While the helicopter circles us, this theory's getting deep
Think they're spraying chemicals over the city
While we sleep

Come on, I'm staying awake
you can call me a dreamer too
(Ahhh, I got one eye open for these devils)

(Wake up, wake up)

(I pledge allegiance, to..)

lunes, 27 de abril de 2009

Alanis Morissette "Thank you"





Alanis Morissette: Thank You

How 'bout getting off of these antibiotics
How 'bout stopping eating when I'm full up
How 'bout them transparent dangling carrots
How 'bout that ever elusive kudo

Thank you India
Thank you terror
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you frailty
Thank you consequence
Thank you thank you silence

How 'bout me not blaming you for everything
How 'bout me enjoying the moment for once
How 'bout how good it feels to finally forgive you
How 'bout grieving it all one at a time

Thank you India
Thank you terror
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you frailty
Thank you consequence
Thank you thank you silence

The moment I let go of it was
The moment I got more than I could handle
The moment I jumped off of it was
The moment I touched down

How 'bout no longer being masochistic
How 'bout remembering your divinity
How 'bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out
How 'bout not equating death with stopping

Thank you India
Thank you providence
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you nothingness
Thank you clarity
Thank you thank you silence


Letra traducida (encontrada aquí)

Qué tal dejar estos antibióticos
Qué tal dejar de comer cuando estoy llena
Qué tal transparentes zanahorias colgando
Qué tal aquel siempre huidizo kudo

Gracias, India
Gracias, terror
Gracias, desilusión
Gracias, fragilidad
Gracias, claridad
Gracias, gracias, silencio

Qué tal no culparte por todo
Qué tal disfrutar el momento por una vez
Qué tal qué bien se siente cuando finalmente te perdona
Qué tal afligir todo de una vez

Gracias, India
Gracias, terror
Gracias, desilusión
Gracias, debilidad
Gracias, claridad
Gracias, gracias, silencio

El momento lo dejo ir
Era un momento que tenía mas de lo que podía manejar
El momento que lo salté
Fue el momento que toqué
Qué tal no ser más masoquista
Qué tal recordar tu divinidad
Qué tal imperturbablemente gritando tus ojos afuera
Qué tal no igualar la muerte con parar

Gracias, India
Gracias, (divina) providencia
Gracias, desilusión
Gracias, debilidad
Gracias, claridad
Gracias, gracias, silencio

viernes, 17 de abril de 2009

Obama delincuente


Me he enterado tarde, pero más vale tarde:

Obama regala un iPod a la Reina de Inglaterra

La broma es que no puede hacer eso... O sí, porque es Obama.
Sea como sea, la ha cagado hasta el fondo. Es que cuando lo leí pensaba que era un chiste, pero no. Un diez para sus asesores.
Una muestra de lo hipócritas que son esas leyes.

sábado, 11 de abril de 2009

Cuando se me quite la cara de tonto y el cabreo quizá comente algo, de momento sólo pongo una imagen, haz clic:

lunes, 6 de abril de 2009

Club Nouveau - Lean On Me


Por la letra y por lo mucho que me gusta esta canción... Para mis amigos





LETRA

Sometimes in our lives
We all have pain
We all have sorrow
But if we are wise
We know that there's
Always tomorrow

Lean on me
When you're not strong
And I'll be your friend (I'll be your friend)
I'll help you carry on (lean on me)
For it won't be long
'Til I'm gonna need
Somebody to lean on

Please swallow your pride
If I have things you need to borrow
For no one can fill
Those of your needs
That you won't let show

Lean on me
When you're not strong
And I'll be your friend (I'll be your friend)
I'll help you carry on (lean on me)
For it won't be long
'Til I'm gonna need
Somebody to lean on

So just call on me brother, when you need a hand
We all need somebody to lean on
I just might have a problem that you'd understand
We all need somebody to lean on

Lean on me
When you're not strong (when you're not strong)
And I'll be your friend (I'll be your friend)
I'll help you carry on (lean on me)
For, said, it won't be long (won't be too long)
'Til I'm gonna need
Somebody to lean on

We be jammin'
We be jammin' (hey now)
We be jammin'

We be jammin'
We be jammin'

We be jammin'
We be jammin' (hey)

We be jammin'

(just call me) uh, when you need a friend
(call me) oh, baby now
(call me) uh, when you need a friend
(call me) oh, baby now
(call me) uh, when you need a friend
(call me) oh, baby now...