¿Por que los doctores no recomiendan de vez en cuando una dosis de Nightswimming, una escucha antes de dormir?
NIGHTSWIMMING (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago, Turned around backwards so the windshield shows Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse Still, it's so much clearer I forgot my shirt at the water's edge The moon is low tonight
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night I'm not sure all these people understand It's not like years ago, The fear of getting caught, Of recklessness and water They cannot see me naked These things, they go away, Replaced by everyday
Nightswimming, remembering that night September's coming soon I'm pining for the moon And what if there were two Side by side in orbit Around the fairest sun? That bright, tight forever drum Could not describe nightswimming
You, I thought I knew you You, I cannot judge You, I thought you knew me, This one laughing quietly underneath my breath Nightswimming
The photograph reflects, Every streetlight a reminder Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night
Viste cuando vas a un evento o una fiesta o un recital importante y te hacen esperar, pero en esa espera te dan buena comida y mejor chupi y vienen unos magos y te hacen un show de puta madre y justo te encontrás con una chica o chico que te gusta y te colgás hablando y en definitiva te olvidás de que estabas esperando para que empiece la fiesta, evento o recital? Asi se siente lo nuevo de Julian Casablancas. Mientras esperamos lo nuevo de los Strokes, el cantante y compositor de la banda editó en noviembre pasado Phrazes For The Young, un gran disco de solo 8 canciones que valen la pena. Rock y algunos lentos enlatados bajo el efecto tan caracteristicos de los strokes, y esa voz de portero eléctrico tan de Casablancas. Este es el tema que abre el disco, cualquier parecido con un tema de los strokes NO ES PURA COINCIDENCIA.
OUT OF THE BLUE
Somewhere along the way my hopefulness turned to sadness Somewhere along the way my sadness turned to bitterness Somewhere along the way my bitterness turned to anger Somewhere along the way my anger turned to vengeance
And the ones that I make pay Are never the ones who deserve it And the ones who deserve it they'll never understand it Yes, I know I am going to hell in a purple basket At least I will be in another world, while you're pissing on my casket
How could you be Oh So perfect for me? Oh Why can't you ignore Oh The things I did before? Oh
Somewhere along the way exacting vengeance gave excitement Somewhere along the way that excitement turned to pleasure Somewhere along the way that pleasure turned to madness Sooner or later that kind of madness turns into pain
And the ones that I made pay were never ones who deserved it Those who helped me along the way, I smacked them as I thanked them Yes, I know I am going to hell in a leather jacket At least I will be in another world, while you're pissing on my casket
All that I can do now is sing a song of faded glory And all you got to do is sit there up great and make them horny Together we will sing songs and tell exaggerated stories About the way we feel today, and tonight and in the morning
How could you be Oh So perfect for me? Oh Why can't you ignore Oh The things I did before? Oh
And take all your fears And pretend there all true And take all your plans And pretend they fell through And that's what it's like Oh That's what it's like for people in this world
What you did before Oh Knock down your dreams Oh Our roles are reversed Oh ... are due Oh No, No, No
Ayer fui al ultra al primero de una serie de recitales que se vienen en febrero. Todos los jueves Manuel Moretti, cantante de Estelares se junta con Ariel Minimal, cantante de Pez y durante 3 horas aprox le dan la vida a sus canciones. Y no se arrepienten. Un lindo show para disfrutar con las canciones de Moretti que nunca canta con Estelares y un mix variado de temas de Minimal. Y como bonus track los dos en escena haciendo dos temas. Ayer emocionaron al público sorprendiendo con esta versión del Ente de Palo Pandolfo. Por suerte le pedi a mi hermana justo a tiempo que lo filme y esto es lo que quedó. Que no es poco.
EL ENTE Inocencia encerrada en una espiral ardiente clemencia le piden al Dios del hogar le piden piedad hasta el mismo sol da vueltas impaciente la rutina, caracol lo destruye lentamente amuchadas sin tocarse cual moneda de alcancía van soñando con matarse en un burdel de almas vacías almas vacías
Vagando en una soledad cobarde luchando por la verdad que sea rentable van vagando por la soledad cobarde, mi bien luchando por la verdad, pero que sea rentable
Días de fiaca y mucha pereza me entraron en Febrero, será porque huelo a mucho trabajo. Tanta fiaca que elijo un tema de jazz, un poco por el día y un poco mucho para no buscar la letra de la canción. Porque no doy más de pereza. Chau.
La mejor banda rapera americana actual. Por lejos. Tan buenos son que hasta se dan el lujo de hacer este tipo de temas del último disco, donde mezclan magistralmente el soul del Motown con el rap. Levanta como pocas.
HOW I GOT OVER Black Thought: uh, ha-huh. uh, ha-huh) Out on the streets (Yeah) Where I grew up (ah-hah) First thing they teach us: (uh) Not to give a fuck (Yeah, C'mon baby) That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere (Oh ??) Someone has to care.
Verse 2: How I got over Where the people come apart Don’t nobody care about cha Only thing you got is God. Out here in these streets If you get down on your luck You can stand up With a hand down But nobody give a fuck. Out here in these streets Every man is for himself They Ain’t helpin’ noone else It’s a hazard to your health. Livin’ life in these cold streets. (Hey) Whose worryin’ ‘bout cha babe When you wiln’(?) out? Runnin’ around in these streets.
Chorus: Out on the streets Where I grew up (How I got over) First thing they teach us: Not to give a fuck. (How I got over) That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere (How I got over) Someone has to care. (Ya)
Verse 2: When you on the corners too much drama Livin’ with the police right behind ja’ It's always more than a slight reminda We livin’ in a war zone like Rwanda. Before I go back to the heavenly fatha Pray for me if it ain’t too much botha. Whatever don’t break me or make me stronga I feel like I can’t take too much longa. It’s too much lyin’ And too much fryin’ I’m all cried out cause I grew up cryin’ They all got a sales pitch I ain’t buyin’ They tryin’ to convince me that I ain’t tryin’. We uninspired We unadmired And tired and sick of being sick and tired. A living in the hood where the shots are fired We dyin’ to live, so to live we dyin’. You just like I am.
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Chorus: Out on the streets (Uh) Where I grew up (How I got over) First thing they teach us: Not to give a fuck. (How I got over) That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere (Ya, somebody, somewhere) Someone has to care. (Somebody’s gotta care)
Verse 3: And I swear it isn't fair In suspended animation We ain't tryin' to go nowhere. Out here in these streets We're so young and all alone We ain't even old enough to realize we're on our own. Livin' life in these hard streets Where it's like they lost their mind Is there anyway to find? are we runnin' out of time out here? Listen, hey Who's worryin' about cha babe When you wiln'(?) out? Runnin' 'round in these streets.
Chorus: x3 Out on the streets (Uh) Where I grew up (How I got over) First thing they teach us: Not to give a fuck. (How I got over) That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere (Ya, somebody, somewhere) Someone has to...
Out on the streets Where I grew up First thing they teach us: Not to give a fuck That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere Someone has to care.
