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2011-10-25T11:47:00.000-07:00

CANCIONES VIVAS

2011-09-20T07:07:00.000-07:00

Amigos, CANCIONES VIVAS hace 6 meses que ya se transformó en un programa de radio.
Se escucha los jueves de 20 a 21 hs por www.radiozonica.com.ar

En http://radiocancionesvivas.blogspot.com/search/label/AUDIO%20PROGRAMA pueden escuchar los programas que ya hicimos con músicos invitados como Pablo Krantz, Falsos Profetas, La Peña Pop y Superlasciva entre otros.

ESCUCHA EL PROGRAMAS CON SUR CANDELA!!!

2011-08-12T09:28:00.000-07:00

Goodnight Rose - Ryan Adams

2010-03-01T10:28:00.000-08:00

Por favor antes que nada, no confundir Ryan Adams con Bryan Adams. Es como confundirse a Beirut con Bersuit. Y eso que no tengo nada ni contra el mosquetero canadiense ni con el pelado Cordera. Ryan es un americano de unos 35 años que se dedica a una especie de countrie y folk alternativo. El chico es un poco inquieto y ya editó unos ocho discos, la mayoría junto a su banda llamada The Cardinals (su bajista apodado Spacewolf murió en Diciembre pasado. Disfrutá de este gran tema de su disco Easy Rider, en vivo desde el programa del músico Henry Rollins.

GOODNIGHT ROSE
We're going to win
Put your troubles behind you
And go on to bed
Let go of the worry
There's so much nobody understands
Don't live your life in such a hurry
Life goes by us all so fast
And the sun will come up again
And I will be here
If you get scared just hold my hand
Tomorrow is yours and who knows
Maybe we'll win the whole shabang
Goodnight Rose, goodnight, goodnight Rose
Good morning sunshine
A new day begins
And the hustle and bustle of the traffic greets you kindly,
I can tell because you're smiling
C'mon give 'em everything that the winning demands
Just one more ribbon Rose
Before the mantle place caves in
And the sun will come up again
And I will be here Rose
If you get scared just hold my hand
Get out of that dress
Go on to bed
The bar is closed...
Goodnight Rose, goodnight, goodnight Rose
Goodnight Rose, goodnight, goodnight Rose
Goodnight Rose, goodnight, goodnight Rose
Goodnight Rose, goodnight, goodnight Rose

RIPS FEST: HOY 19. TRANSMITE RADIO ATÓMIKA DESDE EL CIELO!

2010-02-24T09:48:00.000-08:00

Confieso que me colgué esta semana y no subí canciones. Prometo ponerme las pilas a partir de mañana. Hoy en RIPS hacemos el RIPSFEST en vivo desde el cielo con todos esos artistas que ya no están, tocando en vivo para vos. Se escucha a las 19 por radioatomika.blogspot.com
A continuación algunos artistas que prometieron su participación en el Festival:

Lithium - Nirvana

2010-02-17T08:56:00.000-08:00

Hoy empezamos la segunda temporada de RIPS! Con media hora más, nuevos invitados, nuevas secciones y nuevos homenajes. Hoy nos visitan la banda que ganaron el premio revelación 2009 en el Suplemento Si de Clarín: Tracy Lord. Los chicos de Temperley estarán en RIPS homenajeando a Kurt Cobain y haciendo temas suyos.
Los esperamos como siempre en Radio Atómika a las 19:00 hs. Si estás por San Martín, escuchala por 106.1 y sino por internet, radioatomika.blogspot.com

LITHIUM
I'm so happy because today I found my friends
They're in my head
I'm so ugly, that's okay 'cause so are you
Broke our mirrors
Sunday morning is every day for all I care
And I'm not scared
Light my candles in a daze 'cause I found God

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah-ah-ah, yeah-ah

I'm so lonely because today I shaved my head
And I'm not sad
And just maybe I'm to blame for all I've heard
But I'm not sure
I'm so excited, I can't wait to meet you there
But I don't care
I'm so horny, that's okay, my will is good

[chorus]
I like you and I'm not gonna crack
I miss you, I'm not gonna crack
I love you, I'm not gonna crack
I killed you, I'm not gonna crack
[2X]

He wants you - Nick Cave

2010-02-16T10:13:00.000-08:00

Quizás a Birabent la lluvia no lo inspira. No es tan grave. Mientras que hayan personajes como Nick Cave que la lluvia es una musa más, hay que pedir días de lluvia como el de hoy. Quizás lo compuso un día en Hawai mientras tomaba sol y le ponían bronceador en la espalda, pero me juego a que la lluvia cobra vida en Nick Cave.

HE WANTS YOU
In his boat and through the dark he rowed
Chained to oar and the night and the wind that blowed
Horribly 'round his ears

Under the bridge and into your dreams he soars
While you lie alone in that idea-free sleep of yours
You've been sleeping now for years

And he wants you
Yes, he wants you
And he is straight and he is true

Beneath the hanging cliffs and under the many stars where
He will move, all amongst your tangled hair
And deep into the sea

And you will wake and walk and draw the blind
And feel some presence there behind
And turn to see what that may be
Oh, babe, it's me

And he wants you
Yes, he wants you
He is straight and he is true

And he wants you
He wants you
He is straight and he is true

The Guitar Man - Bread

2010-02-11T12:13:00.000-08:00

Un recuerdo intenso de una niñez bastante feliz. La canción, en un casette TDK 60 blanco y gris (los viejos viejos). El tema, El Hombre de la guitarra, gran tema de una banda llamada Bread (que aunque quiero no me termina de enganchar)... añísimos más tarde la banda Cake haría un cover bastante fiel. La canción me transporta en segundos a un Taunus ochentoso viajando con mi familia rumbo a un club que íbamos que tenía pileta. Sin duda, una de las canciones que formarían parte del soundtrack de mi vida, cuando escuchaba lo que me ponían. Mis padres no eran fanáticos ni de los Beatles, ni de los Rolling, ni de Pink Floyd, ni de Spinetta. Ni siquiera de Charly García. Pero bueno, tampoco este tema está tan mal. De hecho es un temazo.

THE GUITAR MAN
Who draws the crowd and plays so loud, baby it's the guitar man
Who's gonna steal the show, you know baby it's the guitar man
He can make you love, he can make you cry
He will bring you down then he'll get you high
Somethin' keeps him goin' miles and miles a day
To find another place to play.
Night after night who treats you right, baby it's the guitar man
Who's on the radio, you go listen to the guitar man
Then he comes to town and you see his face
And you think you might like to take his place
Somethin' keeps him driftin' miles and miles away
Searchin' for the songs to play.

Then you listen to the music and you like to stay along
You want to get the meaning out of each and every song
Then you find yourself a message and some words
To call your own and take them home.

He can make you love, he can get you high
He will bring you down then he'll make you cry
Somethin' keeps him movin' but no one seems to know
What it is that makes him go.

Then the lights begin to flicker and the sound is getting dim
The voice begins to falter and the crowds are getting thin
But he never seems to notice he's just got to find
Another place to play, Anyway Got to play, anyway Got to play.

Nightswimming - R,E,M

2010-02-10T06:27:00.000-08:00

¿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

Out of the blue - Julian Casablancas

2010-02-08T09:18:00.000-08:00

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

El ente - Manuel Moretti y Andrés Minimal

2010-02-05T09:27:00.000-08:00

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

de Minimal,

So what - Miles Davis and John Coltrane

2010-02-03T06:06:00.000-08:00

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.

How I got over - The Roots

2010-01-28T11:46:00.000-08:00

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.

[How I Got Over Lyrics On http://www.elyricsworld.com/ ]

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.

Down south - Tom Petty

2010-01-27T11:00:00.000-08:00

Cómo me gusta Tom Petty. Temazo del disco Highway Companion, de lo mejorcito que lanzó en los últimos años.

DOWN SOUTH
Headed back down south
Gonna see my daddy's mistress
Gonna buy back her forgivness
Pay off every witness

One more time down south
Sell the family headstones
Drag a bag of dry bones
Make good on my back loans

So if I come to your door
Let me sleep on your floor
I'll give you all I have
And a little more

Sleep late down south
Look up my former mentors
Live off yankee winters
Be a landlord and a renter

Create myself down south
Impress all the women
Pretend I'm samuel clemens
Wear seersucker and white linens

So if I come to your door
Let me sleep on your floor
I'll give you all I have
And a little more

Spanish moss down south
Spirits cross the dead fields
Mosquitoes hit the windshield
All document remain sealed

So if I come to your door
Let me sleep on your floor
I'll give you all I have
And a little more

I'll give you all I have
And a little more

Debaser - Pixies

2010-01-26T05:00:00.000-08:00

Qué lindo es cuando te pasa eso de descubrir una buena banda, aunque ésta tenga más de 20 años. Es lo que me está pasando con Pixies, unos americanos bastante importante de los 90 que siempre la nombre oir pero nunca me atrapó. De a poco la voy escuchando y está buena, la verdad que musicalmente es inclasificable, por algo la llaman alternativa: tiene un poco de punk, surf rock y rock y pop. La banda se separó en 1993 y se volvió a juntar en el 2004. Mucho más no sé, la estoy conociendo y me encanta.

DEBASER

got me a movie
i want you to know
slicing up eyeballs
i want you to know
girlie so groovy
i want you to know
don't know about you
but i am un chien andalusia
i am un chien andalusia
i am un chien andalusia
i am un chien andalusia
wanna grow
up to be
be a debaser, (debaser)
debaser, (debaser)
debaser, (debaser)
debaser, (debaser)
debaser, (debaser)
debaser, (debaser)

got me a movie
ha ha ha ho
slicing up eyeballs
ha ha ha ho
girlie so groovie
ha ha ha ho
don't know about you
but i am un chien andalusia
i am un chien andalusia
i am un chien andalusia
i am un chien andalusia

(debaser), debaser
(debaser), debaser
(debaser), debaser
(debaser), debaser
(debaser), debaser
(debaser), debaser

Nothing else matters - Metallica

2010-01-22T04:50:00.000-08:00

¿Irían a un recital de una banda que nunca escucharon mucho y nunca les llegó o simplemente por el hecho de que sus shows son demoledores, espectaculares y etcéteras? Siempre que fui a ver a una banda fui porque me gustan sus canciones. Me pasó hace dos días con Sabina, no iba hace 10 años a verlo, había dejado un poco de escucharlo pero cuando sonaron sus clásicos se me cayeron los pantalones, me emocionó hasta el cuore. No me pasa con Metallica, que nunca le di demasiada bola. Aún quedan entradas y no sé qué hacer. Me gustan 4 canciones a lo sumo...Nothing else matters (y sí, el más careta y el más popular) es uno de ellos.
Son esos recitales que tu conciencia te dice ¨tenés que ir¨, aunque no te gusten.

NOTHING ELSE MATTERS

SO CLOSE NO MATTER HOW FAR
COULDN´T BE MUCH MORE FROM THE HEART
FOREVER TRUSTING WHO WE ARE
AND NOTHING ELSE MATTERS

NEVER OPENED MYSELF THIS WAY
LIFE IS OURS, WE LIVE IT OUR WAY
ALL THESE WORDS I DON´T JUST SAY
AND NOTHING ELSE MATTERS

TRUST I SEEK AND I FIND IN YOU
EVERY DAY FOR US SOMETHING NEW
OPEN MIND FOR A DIFFERENT VIEW
AND NOTHING ELSE MATTERS

NEVER CARED FOR WHAT THEY DO
NEVER CARED FOR WHAT THEY KNOW
BUT I KNOW

SO CLOSE NO MATTER HOW FAR
COULDN´T BE MUCH MORE FROM THE HEART
FOREVER TRUSTING WHO WE ARE
AND NOTHING ELSE MATTERS
Letras4U.com » letras traducidas al español

NEVER CARED FOR WHAT THEY DO
NEVER CARED FOR WHAT THEY KNOW
BUT I KNOW

NEVER OPENED MYSELF THIS WAY
LIFE IS OURS, WE LIVE IT OUR WAY
ALL THESE WORDS I DON´T JUST SAY
AND NOTHING ELSE MATTERS

TRUST I SEEK AND I FIND IN YOU
EVERY DAY FOR US SOMETHING NEW
OPEN MIND FOR A DIFFERENT VIEW
AND NOTHING ELSE MATTERS

NEVER CARED FOR WHAT THEY SAY
NEVER CARED FOR GAMES THEY PLAY
NEVER CARED FOR WHAT THEY DO
NEVER CARED FOR WHAT THEY KNOW
AND I KNOW

SO CLOSE NO MATTER HOW FAR
COULDN´T BE MUCH MORE FROM THE HEART
FOREVER TRUSTING WHO WE ARE
NO NOTHING ELSE MATTERS

Aves de paso - Joaquin Sabina

2010-01-20T04:57:00.000-08:00

Hoy después de 10 años vuelvo a ver a Sabina en vivo. La primera vez en el gran rex y ahora me toca en La Bombonera. Un nuevo Sabina más limpio y más aburrido según sus propias palabras. La verdad que sus últimos discos mucho no los escuché pero siempre el gran Joaquin piensa en todos los fans por eso se luce con temas de todas las épocas. Como debe ser. Nada más aburrido que para la presentación de un disco, tocar todo el disco nuevo. Encima me enteré por los medios que hace este temazo del discazo Yo mi me contigo. Les dejo la versión con Serrat, según Sabina el que se coge a todas.

AVES DE PASO
A las peligrosas rubias de bote
que en relicario de sus escotes
perfumaron mi juventud.

Al milagro de los besos robados
que en el diccionario de mis pecados
guardaron su pétalo azul.

A la impúdica niñera madura
que en el mapamundi de su cintura
al niño que fuí espabiló.

A la flor de lis de las peluqueras
que me trajo el tren de la primavera
y el tren
del invierno me arrebató.

A las flores de un día
que no duraban,
que no dolían,
que te besaban,
que se perdían.

Damas de noche
que en asiento de atrás de un coche
no preguntaban
si las querías.
Aves de paso,
como pañuelos cura-fracasos.

A la misteriosa viuda de luto
que sudó conmigo un minuto
tres pisos en ascensor.

A la intrépida “cholula” argentina
que en el corazón con tinta china
me tatuó “peor para el sol”.

A las casquivanas novias de nadie
que coleccionaban canas al aire
burlón de la “nit de Sant Joan”.

A la reina de los bares del puerto
que una noche depués de un concierto
me abrió
su almacén de besos con sal.

A las flores de un día
que no duraban,
que no dolían,
que te besaban,
que se perdían.

Damas de noche
que en asiento de atrás de un coche
no preguntaban
si las querías.

Aves de paso,
como pañuelos cura-fracasos.
A Justine, a Marylin, a Jimena,
a la Mata-Hari, a la Magdalena,
a Fátima y a Salomé.

A los ojos verdes como aceitunas
que robaban la luz de la luna de miel
de un cuarto de hotel, dulce hotel.

A las flores de un día
que no duraban,
que no dolían,
que te besaban,
que se perdían.

Damas de noche
que en asiento de atrás de un coche
no preguntaban
si las querías.

Aves de paso,
como pañuelos cura-fracasos.

Coney Island Baby - Lou Reed

2010-01-19T04:45:00.000-08:00

Hoy mi hermana me mandó por mail este maravilloso tema de Lou Reed llamado Coney Island Baby, una canción de mitad de los 70 que venía en el disco que se llama igual que el tema. Lo mejor de este tema es esta versión en vivo que supera ampliamente a la original. La pose de Lou, los solos, su voz hablada y sus miradas hacen un combo perfecto para escucharla una y otra vez en este día tan Lou.

CONEY ISLAND BABY

You know, man, when I was a young man in high school
You believe in or not, that I wanted to play football for the coach
All those older guys, they said he was mean and cruel
But you know, I wanted to play football, for the coach
They said I was to little too light weight to play line-back
So I say I'm playing right-in
Wanted to play football for the coach
Cause, you know some day, man, you gotta stand up straight
Unless you're gonna fall
Then you're gonna die
And the straightest dude I ever knew
Was standing right for me, all the time
So I had to play football for the coach
And I wanted to play football for the coach
When you're all alone and lonely in your midnight hour
And you find that your soul, it has been up for sale

And you getting to think about, all the things you done
And you getting to hate just about everything

But remember the princess who lived on the hill
Who loved you even though she knew you was wrong
And right now she just might come shining through
and the glory of love, glory of love
Glory of love, just might come through

And all your two-bit friends have gone and ripped you off
They're talking behind your back saying, man
you are never going to be a human being
And you start thinking again
About all those things that you've done
And who it was and who it was
And all the different things you made every different scene

Ah, but remember that the city is a funny place
Something like a circus or a sewer
And just remember, different people have peculiar tastes
And the Glory of love, the glory of love
The glory of love, might see you through
Yeah, but now, now
Glory of love, the glory of love
The glory of love, might see you through
Glory of love, ah, huh, huh, the glory of love
Glory of love, glory of love
Glory of love, now, glory of love, now
Glory of love, now, now, now, glory of love
Glory of love, give it to me now, glory of love see you through
Oh, my Coney Island baby, now
(I'm a Coney Island baby, now)
I'd like to send this one out for Lou and Rachel
And the Lord appeared and he has one made of two
Coney Island baby
Man, I swear, I'd give the whole thing up for you

Act Naturally - The Beatles

2010-01-18T06:21:00.000-08:00

Nada mejor que empezar la semana con el beatle más carismático: Ringo y sus anillos. Este tema es un cover cuya letra le calza perfecto para esa época donde los beatles actuaban en películas y eran más famosos que la Coca Cola. Y más con Ringo, el beatle que más actuó en películas. Un tema que al menos a mi me pone un poco up. Encima el video es historia pura, de esas que deberían enseñarte en los colegios.

ACT NATURALLY
They're gonna put me in the movies
They're gonna make a big star out of me
We'll make a film about a man that's sad and lonely
And all I gotta do is act naturally

Well, I'll bet you I'm gonna be a big star
Might win an Oscar you can never tell
The movies gonna make me a big star
'Cause I can play the part so well

Well I hope you come and see me in the movies
Then I’ll know that you will plainly see
The biggest fool that ever hit the big time
And all I gotta do is act naturally

We'll make the scene about a man that's sad and lonely
And beggin down upon his bended knee
I'll play the part but I won't need rehearsin’
All I have to do is act naturally

Well, I'll bet you I'm gonna be a big star
Might win an Oscar you can never tell
The movies gonna make me a big star
'Cause I can play the part so well

Well I hope you come and see me in the movies
Then I’ll know that you will plainly see
The biggest fool that ever hit the big time
And all I gotta do is act naturally

Haiti - The Arcade Fire

2010-01-15T05:33:00.000-08:00

Infinita tristeza en el mundo por lo que pasó en Haiti. Sin palabras. ¿Cómo se recupera un país que encima ya estaba destruido antes del terremoto?
Lo único que queda es rezar para que los que están en condiciones de ayudar lo hagan y rápido.

HAITI
Haiti, my country,
Wounded mother I’ll never see.
My family set me free.
Throw my ashes in to the sea

My unborn cousins
Haunt the nights of Duvalier
Nothing stops our spirits,
Guns can’t kill what soldiers can’t see.

In the forest we lie hiding,
Unmarked graves where flowers grow.
Hear the soldiers’ angry yelling,
In the rivers we will go.

All the stillborns (or walking dead) form an army,
Soon we will reclaim the earth.
All the tears and all the bodies
Bring about our second birth.

Haiti, never free,
Never fear to sound the alarm.
Your children have left,
In those days their blood was still warm.

Watching the detectives, Oliver´s army y (What's So Funny 'Bout)Peace, Love & Understanding - Elvis Costello

2010-01-14T09:47:00.000-08:00

Solo por hoy, porque no puedo parar de escuchar a Elvis Costello en esta semana, un 3 x 1 del segundo Elvis más groso de la historia (el tercero es Elvis Perkins. Elvis Crespo no cataloga y deberían lincharlo y cambiarle el nombre)
Para empezar un reggazo llamado Watching the detectives (años 70 con Elvis flaco y miradas punks.
El segundo otro clásico de la misma época llamado Oliver´s Army, con unos teclados que dan envidia y un traje que solo a Costello le puede quedar bien.
El tercero otro clásico y también de la misma época (y bueno, es la época que más me gusta). Los que vieron perdidos en Tokio recordarán a Bill Murray en el karaoke ebrio haciendo este tema.

WATCHING THE DETECTIVES

WATCHING THE DETECTIVES
Nice girls, not one with a defect
Cellophane shrink-wrapped, so correct
Red dogs under illegal legs
She looks so good that he gets down and begs

(CHORUS) She is watching the detectives
"Ooh, he's so cute"
She is watching the detectives
When they shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
They beat him up until the teardrops start
But he can't be wounded 'cause he's got no heart

Long shot at that jumping sign
Invisible shivers running down my spine
Cut to baby taking off her clothes
Close-up of the sign that says "We never close"
He snatches at you and you match his cigarette
She pulls the eyes out with a face like a magnet
I don't know how much more of this I can take
She's filing her nails while they're dragging the lake

(REPEAT CHORUS)

You think you're alone until you realize you're in it
Now fear is here to stay, love is here for a visit
They call it instant justice when it's past the legal limit
Someone's scratching at the window, I wonder who is it?
The detectives come to check if you belong to the parents
Who are ready to hear the worst about their daughter's disappearance
Though it nearly took a miracle to get you to stay
It only took my little fingers to blow you away

Just like watching the detectives
Don't get cute
It's just like watching the detectives
I get so angry when the teardrops start
But he can't be wounded 'cause he's got no heart

Watching the detectives
It's just like watching the detectives
Watching the detectives
Watching the detectives
(REPEAT AND FADE)

OLIVER´S ARMY

Oliver´s army
Don't start me talking
I could talk all night
My mind goes sleepwalking
While I'm putting the world to right

Called careers information
Have you got yourself an occupation?

Oliver's army is here to stay
Oliver's army are on their way
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today

There was a checkpoint Charlie
He didn't crack a smile
But it's no laughing party
When you've been on the murder mile

Only takes one itchy trigger
One more widow, one less white nigger

(Chorus)

Hong Kong is up for grabs
London is full of Arabs
We could be in Palestine
Overrun by a Chinese line
With the boys from the Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne

But there's no danger
It's a professional career
Though it could be arranged
With just a word in Mr. Churchill's ear

If you're out of luck or out of work
We could send you to Johannesburg

(Chorus)

(What's So Funny 'Bout)Peace, Love & Understanding

(What's So Funny 'Bout)Peace, Love & Understanding
As I walk through
This wicked world
Searchin for light in the darkness of insanity.

I ask myself
Is all hope lost?
Is there only pain and hatred, and misery?

And each time I feel like this inside,
There's one thing I wanna know:
What's so funny bout peace love & understanding? ohhhh
What's so funny bout peace love & understanding?

And as I walked on
Through troubled times
My spirit gets so downhearted sometimes
So where are the strong
And who are the trusted?
And where is the harmony?
Sweet harmony.

Cause each time I feel it slippin away, just makes me wanna cry.
What's so funny bout peace love & understanding? ohhhh
What's so funny bout peace love & understanding?

So where are the strong?
And who are the trusted?
And where is the harmony?
Sweet harmony.

Cause each time I feel it slippin away, just makes me wanna cry.
What's so funny bout peace love & understanding? ohhhh
What's so funny bout peace love & understanding? ohhhh
What's so funny bout peace love & understanding?

Tiger Mountain Peasant Song - Fleet Foxes

2010-01-12T18:27:00.000-08:00

Que casi toda la música que escuchamos ya se escuchó hace lejos y hace tiempo en otro lado, especialmente en EEUU y en Gran Bretaña, es un hecho. Ahí como banda tenés dos caminos: darle una vuelta a algo que ya se hizo y hacerlo un toque más novedoso aplicándole una vuelta personal propia (caso Strokes con la Velvet y Television). Y la otra es relajarte y sonar idéntico a una banda clásica de los 60
y que te salga tan bien o mejor aún, caso Fleet Foxes con por ejemplo Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young. El público se renueva constantemente. Los hijos aprenden de los padres y a veces sienten que no tienen nada que cambiar. Como el caso de esta gran banda, que parece haber sido congelada allá por los 60, como hicieron con Walt Disney.

TIGER MOUNTAIN PESEANT SONG
Wanderers this morning came by
Where did they go
Graceful in the morning light
To banner fair
To follow you softly
In the cold mountain air

Through the forest
Down to your grave
Where the birds wait
And the tall grasses wave
They do not
know you anymore

Dear shadow alive and well
How can the body die
You tell me everything
Anything true

In the town one morning I went
Staggering through premonitions of my death
I don't see anybody that dear to me

Dear shadow alive and well
How can the body die
You tell me everything
Anything true

Jesse
I don't know what I have done
I'm turning myself to a demon
I don't know what I have done
I'm turning myself to a demon

Hide in your shell - Supertramp

2010-01-11T07:44:00.000-08:00

A veces me gusta, a veces me aburre. A veces me parece una banda imprescindible y otras una banda más. A veces me pega para arriba y otras para abajo. Eso es Supertramp para mi. Melancolía, aburrimiento y mucha pereza. Como los Lunes.

HIDE IN YOUR SHELL
Hide in your shell cos the world is out to bleed you for a ride
What will you gain making your life a little longer?
Heaven or Hell, was the journey cold that gave your eyes of steel?
Shelter behind painting your mind and playing joker

Too Frightening to listen to a stranger
Too Beautiful to put your pride in danger
You're waiting for someone to understand you
But you've got demons in your closet
And you're screaming out to stop it
Saying life's begun to cheat you
Friends are out to beat you
Grab on to what you scramble for

Don't let the tears linger on inside now
Cos it's sure time you gained control
If I can help you, if I can help you
If I can help you, just let me know
Well, let me show you the nearest signpost
To get your heartback and on the road
If I can help you, if I can help you
If I can help you, just let me know.

All through the night as you like awake and hold yourself so tight
What do you need, a second-hand-movie-star to tend you?
I as a boy, I believed the saying the cure for pain was love
How would it be if you could see the world through my eyes?

Too Frightening- the fire's getting colder
Too Beautiful- to think you're getting older
You're looking for someone to give an answer.
But what you see is just an illusion
You're surrounded by confusion
Saying life's begun to cheat you
Friends are out to beat you
Grab on to what you can scramble for
Don't let teh tears...
... just let me know
I wanna know...
I wanna know you...
Well let me know you
I wanna feel you
I wanna touch you
Please let me near you
Can you hear what I'm saying?
Well I'm hoping, I'm dreamin', I'm prayin'
I know what you're thinkin'
See what you're seein'
Never ever let yourself go

Hold yourself down, hold yourself down
Why d'ya hold yourself down?
Why don't you listen, you can
Trust me,
There's a place I know the way to
A place there is need to feel you
Feel that you're alone
Hear me
I know exactly what you're feelin'
cos all your troubles are whithin you
please begin to see that I'm just bleeding to
Love me, love you
Loving is the way to
Help me, help you
- Why must we be so cool, oh so cool,?
Oh, we're such damn fools

2010-01-09T14:58:00.000-08:00

Si en verano hubiese una competencia de estilos, lejos gana el reggae. Y si la competencia es en una playa, olvidate. El punk, el soul, el rock o el jazz ni se presentan. Hoy estuve en este día de calor en una especie de balneario con un rio de esos que si te metes podés perder una pierna y sonó todo el día Alpha Blondy. Y me olvidé que estaba en Buenos Aires en pleno enero trabajando y sufriendo el calor. Reggae: el trago del verano.

BRIGADIER SABARI
Soufé yara magni dê
Niya sêbê man dafa
N'ko bandiya mangni fêssê fêssê
Hôronya lé gnongon têssan

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Néko wohouho woyo yohi
Brigadier Sabari
Néko Aïe Aïe Aïe
Brigadier Sabari
Néko koutoubou sakidi!!!
Brigadier Sabari
Néko koutoubou sakidi!!!
Brigadier Sabari
Néko Pati sanganan!!!
Niyongon téné sôrôtougou

Brigand ya mangni dê de N'Téri
Hôronya lé gnongon têssan
Soufé yara mangni fêssê fêssê
Nyia sêbê man dafa

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Néko wohouho woyo yohi
Brigadier Sabari
Néko Aïe Aïe Aïe
Brigadier Sabari
Néko koutoubou sakidi!!!
Brigadier Sabari
Néko Pati sanganan!!!
Niyongon téné sôrôtougou

All day and all of the night - The Kinks

2010-01-08T08:04:00.000-08:00

Como diría Sir Johnny Allon en la gran publicidad del Personal Fest: Daaale Power!
Es viernes y hay que mover un poco. Les dejo una de las mejores bandas de la historia y menos reconocidas por la gente: Los Kinks. Una canción que anticipaba un poco al punk y que por otro lado nada tiene que envidiarle a los temas más rockeros de los Stones.

ALL DAY AND ALL OF THE NIGHT

I'm not content to be with you in the daytime.
Girl, I want to be with you all of the time.
The only time I feel alright is by your side.
Girl, I want to be with you all of the time,
All day and all of the night.
All day and all of the night.
All day and all of the night.

I believe that you and me last forever.
Oh, yeah, all day and nighttime yours, leave me never.
The only time I feel alright is by your side.
Girl, I want to be with you all of the time,
All day and all of the night.
All day and all of the night.

Oh, come on!

[Instrumental break featuring electric guitar.]

I believe that you and me last forever.
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Oh, yeah, all day and nighttime yours, leave me never.
The only time I feel alright is by your side.
Girl, I want to be with you all of the time,
All day and all of the night.
All day and all of the night.
All day and all of the night.

Porque yo te amo - Sandro

2010-01-06T10:51:00.000-08:00

Qué loco, murió Sandro che. San Dro a partir de hoy. Qué se puede decir de él que no se haya dicho en las últimas horas? Fue el Elvis argentino sin duda. Un ídolo popular a la altura de la Negra Sosa y vas a ver que en el futuro al nivel de Gardel. Ahora quizás le de más bola a sus películas y a sus temas no tan conocidos. Inevitablemente, nace una gran leyenda. De las más grandes.

Por ese palpitar
que tiene tu mirar
yo puedo presentir
que tu debes sufrir
igual que sufro yo
por esta situación
que nubla la razón
sin permitir pensar.

En qué ha de concluir
el drama singular
que existe entre los dos
tratando simular
tan solo una amistad
mientras en realidad
se agita la pasión
que muerde el corazón
y que obliga callar
yo te amo....yo te amo..

CORO:
Tus labios de rubí,
de rojo carnesí,
parecen murmurar
mil cosas sin hablar
y yo que estoy aquí
sentado frente a tí
me siento desangrar
sin poder conversar

Tratando de decir
tal vez será mejor
me marche yo de aquí
para no vernos más
total que más me dá
ya sé que sufriré
pero al final tendré
tranquilo el corazón
y al fin podré gritar
yo te amo! ... yo te amo!.

CORO:
Tus labios de rubí
de rojo carmezi
parecen murmurar
mil cosas sin hablar
y yo que estoy aquí
sentado frente a tí
me siento desangrar
sin poder conversar

Tratando de decir
tal vez será mejor
me marche yo de aquí
para, para no vernos más
total que más me dá
ya sé que sufriré
pero al final tendré
tranquilo el corazón
y al fin podré gritar
yo te amo! ... yo te amo!.
yo te aaaaaaamooooo

Easy - Faith no more

2010-01-04T08:07:00.000-08:00

Semana rara la de fin de año. Es como que son vacaciones pero cuando llega el domingo, ay ay ay, cuanta presión... en una tarde te ponés a pensar todo lo que te espera, a revivir los proyectos, a plantearte tu trabajo...Y TODO EN UNA TARDE. Es una locura que no hay que hacer, en mi caso me hace mal. Lo peor que al llegar el lunes no era tan grave como parecía. En definitiva, el domingo de ayer fue solo un fucking día más y debería haberlo tomarlo tomado tal cual es. Me gustaría poder decir que soy fácil como un domingo a la mañana.

EASY
Know it sounds funny
But, I just can't stand the pain
Girl, I'm leaving you tomorrow
Seems to me girl
You know I've done all I can
You see I begged, stole, and I borrowed! (yeah)
Ooh that's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning!
Why in the world would anybody put chains on me?
I've paid my dues to make it
Everybody wants me to be
What they want me to be
I'm not happy when I try to fake it! no!
Ooh that's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning!
I wanna be high, so high
I wanna be free to know
The things I do are right
I wanna be free
Just me! Whoa, oh! Babe!
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning, yeah
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning, whoa
'Cause I'm easy
Easy like Sunday morning, yeah
'Cause I'm easy
Easy like Sunday morning
(ad lib fade)

Rufus Wainwright - Oh What a World

2009-12-29T07:08:00.000-08:00

Grande Rufus! Uno de los temas que más me gustan de él. Epico y valsero como pocos.

OH WHAT A WORLD

Men reading fashion magazines
Oh what a world
It seems we live in
Straight man
Oh what a world
We live in

Why am I always on a plane or a fast train
Oh what a world my parents gave me
Always
Travelin' but not in love

Still I think I'm doin' fine
Wouldn't it be a lovely headline
Life is
Beautiful on a New York Times

Men reading fashion magazines
Oh what a world
It seems we live in
Straight man
Oh what a world
We live in

Why am I always on a plane or a fast train
Oh what a world my parents gave me
Always
Travelin' but not in love

Still I think I'm doin' fine
Wouldn't it be a lovely headline
Life is
Beautiful on a New York Times

Oh what a world
We live in

Why am I always on a plane or a fast train
Oh what a world my parents gave me
Always
Travelin' but not in love

Still I think I'm doin' fine
Wouldn't it be a lovely headline
Life is
Beautiful

SING THE CHANGES - PAUL McCARTNEY

2009-12-28T06:36:00.000-08:00

Temazo rockero de Paul que hizo para su último disco que usó bajo el seudónimo de The Firemen. ¿Vendrá a Buenos Aires antes de que se retira? Si no viene juro que me gastó los ahorros de las vacaciones para ir a Río de Janeiro. Gran versión del recitalazo que se mandó en el techo (todo se recicla) del Ed Sullivan Theatre.

SING THE CHANGES

Like the sun plays in the morning
feel the choir feel the thunder
every ladder leads to heaven
colored pencils draw the picture
see the changes as you're sleeping
feel the quiet in the thunder
see the changes go on & on oh!
feel the choir in the thunder
like the sun plays in the morning
feel the choir feel the thunder
every ladder leads to heaven
colored pencils draw the picture
sing his praises as you're sleeping
see the changes any wonder
feel the sense of childlike wonder
sing his praises as you're sleeping
see the changes as you're sleeping
feel the choir in the thunder
see the changes go on & on oh!
feel the choir in the thunder
sing your praises as your sleeping
feel the choir in the thunder
see the changes go on & on oh!
and everybody's sense of childlike wonder
Oh Ahhh yeah
(join the thunder)
sing the praises as you're sleeping
feel the choir and the thunder
see the changes go on & on oh!
and everybody's sense of
child like wonder
ah oh
I want some more ??? in the fire
don't stop keep time oh!

Only the lonely - Roy Orbison

2009-12-23T09:40:00.000-08:00

Amigos, se termina el año, nuestro primer año, y lo festejamos con Seba Rubin, que como nos portamos bastante bien, nos regalará sus canciones y las canciones de Roy Orbison. Esperamos volvernos a encontrar en el año 2010, en el mismo día, la misma hora y el mismo canal. Los esperamos 19:30 por radioatomika.blogspot.com

Down To Zero - Joan Armatrading

2009-12-17T10:52:00.000-08:00

Se muy poco de esta mujer pero lo poco que conozco, esta canción, me sobra. Ya tendré tiempo de escuchar su obra. Siempre hay tiempo. Mientras les comparto mi pasión por este tema.

DOWN TO ZERO

Oh the feeling
When you're reeling
You step lightly thinking you're number one
Down to zero with a word
Leaving
For another one

Now you walk with your feet
Back on the ground
Down to the ground
Down to the ground
Down to the ground
Down to the ground

Brand new dandy
First class scene stealer
Walks through the crowd and takes your man
Sends you rushing to the mirror
Brush your eyebrows and say
There's more beauty in you than anyone

Oh remember who walked the warm sands beside you
Moored to your heel
Let the waves come a rushing in
She'll take the worry from your head
But then again
She put trouble in your heart instead
Then you'll fall
Down to the ground
Down to the ground

You'll know heartache
Still more crying
When you're thinking of your mother's only son
Take to your bed
You say there's peace in sleep
But you'll dream of love instead

Oh the heartache you'll find
Can bring more pain than a blistering sun
But oh when you fall
Oh when you fall
Fall at my door...

Mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas - Sumo

2009-12-16T06:00:00.000-08:00

Gran tarde noche de Pelados en San Martín: quien escribe, Gody de La Brizuela Mendez y el gran homenajeado de la tarde: Luca Prodan, a una semana del aniversario de su ida. Los esperamos como siempre con música, invitados y algo más a las 19:30 en Radio Atómika. Se escucha en radioatomika.blogspot.com o 106.1 si estás cerca de la zona.

Mejor no hablar (de ciertas cosas)
Intérprete: Sumo

Una mujer, una mujer atrás,
una mujer atrás de un vidrio empañado.
Pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.
No, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.

Un tornado, un tornado, un tornado...
Un tornado arrasó a mi ciudad y a mí jardín primitivo.
Un tornado arrasó a tu ciudad y a tu jardín primitivo.
Pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas
no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.

Yo, yo, yo, yo...
Yo tuve la mejor flor, la mejor de la plata más dulce
Yo tuve la mejor flor, la mejor de la plata más dulce
Pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.
No, no, no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.

Saltando, saltando, saltando...
Saltando en picada a la mexicana, un fugitivo se entrega
Saltando en picada a la mexicana, un fugitivo se entrega
Pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.
No, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.

La mujer, el vidrio, el tornado, el jardín primitivo,
yo, la flor, saltando, fugitivo, no, no, no...
Que no, que no, que no...

Higher Ground / Roxanne - Sting and Stevie Wonder

2009-12-15T10:39:00.000-08:00

Increíbles versiones de estos dos grandes de la historia del rock.
Se dio hace poco tiempo en el festejo del Rock and Roll of Fame donde revisaron los mejores años de la música con grandes encuentros.
Este fue el que más me movió, y eso que no me consideró fanático de ninguno. Me cayó bien Sting con su barba de vagabundo y Stevie Wonder me conmueve, especialmente en el estribillo de Roxanne. Encima los dos temas que eligieron, impecables. Para disfrutar una y otra vez, y otra vez y otra vez.
De yapa, un buen solo de Stevie en sus años mozos.

HIGHER GROUND / ROXANNE / HIGHER GROUND

People keep on learnin'
Soldiers keep on warrin'
World keep on turnin'
Cause it won't be too long

Powers keep on lyin'
While your people keep on dyin'
World keep on turnin'
Cause it won't be too long

I'm so darn glad he let me try it again
Cause my last time on earth I lived a whole world of sin
I'm so glad that I know more than I knew then
Gonna keep on tryin'
Till I reach the highest ground

Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don't have to sell your body to the night
Roxanne, you don't have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right

Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light
Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light
Put on the red light, put on the red light
Put on the red light, put on the red light
Put on the red light, oh

I loved you since I knew ya
I wouldn't talk down to ya
I have to tell you just how I feel
I won't share you with another boy
I know my mind is made up
So put away your make up
Told you once I won't tell you again it's a bad way

Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light
Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light
You don't have to put on the red light
Put on the red light, put on the red light

Teachers keep on teachin'
Preachers keep on preachin'
World keep on turnin'
Cause it won't be too long
Oh no

Lovers keep on lovin'
Believers keep on believin'
Sleepers just stop sleepin'
Cause it won't be too long
Oh no

I'm so glad that he let me try it again
Cause my last time on earth I lived a whole world of sin
I'm so glad that I know more than I knew then
Gonna keep on tryin'
Till I reach my highest ground...Whew!
Till I reach my highest ground
No one's gonna bring me down
Oh no
Till I reach my highest ground
Don't you let nobody bring you down (they'll sho 'nuff try)
God is gonna show you higher ground
He's the only friend you have around

Black Hole Sun - Chris Cornell

2009-12-14T05:24:00.000-08:00

Los 90 quedaron muy atrás, al menos en imagen. Este video es una gran prueba de lo que digo. Cris Cornell, uno de los iconos del grunge, en el año 2000 se corta el pelo, se pone bermudas y unas buenas hawaianas para repasar un poco de manera acústica su carrera y canciones que le gustan. Black Hole Sun es una canción que nunca nos vamos a cansar de escuchar. Y tenía un video tan bueno, tan lisérgico y tan MTV que se los voy a recordar.
Una canción para la nostalgia de que un día eramos adolescentes.

BLACK HOLE SUN
In my eyes, indisposed
In disguise as no one knows
Hides the face, lies the snake
The sun in my disgrace

Boiling heat, summer stench
‘Neath the black the sky looks dead
Call my name through the cream
And I’ll hear you scream again

Black hole sun
Won’t you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
Won’t you come

Stuttering, cold and damp
Steal the warm wind tired friend
Times are gone for honest men
And sometimes far too long for snakes

In my shoes, a walking sleep
And my youth I pray to keep
Heaven send Hell away
No one sings like you anymore

Black hole sun
Won’t you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
Won’t you come

Hang my head, drown my fear
Till you all just disappear

Black hole sun
Won’t you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
Won’t you come

Agua de beber - Vinicius de Moraes

2009-12-09T10:36:00.000-08:00

En este día caluroso hacemos tarde brasilera en RIPS. Homenaje al gran Vinicius de Moraes, inventor de la bossa nova. De invitados, tenemos a Etelvina Peloso, banda nueva ideal para pasar el verano. Como siempre, los esperamos 19:30 en Atómika, 106.1, radioatomika.blogspot.com

AGUA DE BEBER
Agua de beber
Eu quis amar, mas tive medo
e quis salvar meu coração
mas o amor sabe um segredo
o medo pode matar o seu coração

Água de beber
Água de beber, camará
Água de beber
Água de beber, camará!

Eu nunca fiz coisa tão certa
Entrei pra escola do perdão
a minha casa vive aberta
abre todas as portas do coração!

Água de beber
Água de beber, camará
Água de beber
Água de beber, camará!

Mistaken For Strangers - The National

2009-12-07T08:27:00.000-08:00

Buena banda The National, la tenía archivada durante meses en un rincón de mi desktop y recién ahora volví a ver la carpeta y tuve tiempo, y ganas, de escucharla. Es el mundo del TODO MUCHO, de tener a disposición todas las bandas que querramos y los discos que querramos a nuestro alcance. El problema es el tiempo que se le puede dedicar a cada uno.

Era mejor cuando tenías tus pocos cds a los que escuchabas y escuchabas hasta aprenderte todas las letras, o es mejor la nueva era donde tenés todo pero tenés que disfrutarlo a las apuradas??? La realidad es que uno siempre va a mirar el jardín del de al lado, no existe nada perfecto y siempre habrá un pero... Temazo de The National.

MISTAKEN FOR STRANGERS

You have to do it running but you do everything that they ask you to
cause you don’t mind seeing yourself in a picture
as long as you look faraway, as long as you look removed
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters

You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults

Make up something to believe in your heart of hearts
so you have something to wear on your sleeve of sleeves
so you swear you just saw a feathery woman
carry a blindfolded man through the trees
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters

You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults

You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults

Thirteen - Elliott Smith

2009-12-06T13:28:00.001-08:00

Una canción alegre compuesta por un hombre muy pero muy triste.
Feliz domingo para todos.

THIRTEEN
Won't you let me walk you home from school?
Won't you let me meet you at the pool?
Maybe Friday I can
Get tickets from the dance
And I'll take you
Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Won't you tell your dad get off my back?
Tell him what we said 'bout "paint it black"
Rock and roll is here to stay
Come inside now it's ok
And I'll shake you
Ooh ooh ooh

Won't you tell me what you're thinking of?
Would you be an outlaw for my love?
If it's so then let me know
If it's no then I can go
And I won't make you
Ooh ooh ooh

Touch me - The Doors

2009-12-02T06:41:00.000-08:00

Hoy en RIPS recordaremos a Jim Morrison y trataremos de revivirlo en vivo con una banda llamada Rey Lagarto, uno de los apodos de Morrison. Rey Lagarto, nacida a fines de 2003 recupera, afianza y pretende hacer renacer el espíritu de Jim cada vez que suenan en vivo. Los invitamos a este ritual chamánico, como siempre a las 19:30 por radioatomika.blogspot.com

TOUCH ME
Yeah!

Come on, come on, come on, come on now
Touch me, babe!
Can't you see that I am not afraid?
What was that promise that you made?
Why won't you tell me what she said?
What was that promise that you made?

Now, I'm gonna love you
Till the heavens stop the rain.
I'm gonna love you
Till the stars fall from the sky
For you and I.

Come on, come on, come on, come on now
Touch me, babe!
Can't you see that I am not afraid?
What was that promise that you made?
Why won't you tell me what she said?
What was that promise that you made?

I'm gonna love you
Till the heavens stop the rain.
I'm gonna love you
Till the stars fall from the sky
For you and I.

I'm gonna love you
Till the heavens stop the rain.
I'm gonna love you
Till the stars fall from the sky
For you and I.

Stronger than dirt!

For reasons unknown- The Killers

2009-12-01T09:52:00.000-08:00

Como siempre lo dije en este blog, me gustan y mucho, los Killers. El viernes los fui a ver y a pesar de que muchos digan que es una banda muy adolescente, una banda de casamientos o simplemente una bandita más, no estoy de acuerdo y estoy dispuesto a discutir a muerte con cualquier contra. Lo único que voy a reconocer es que el show parecía una fiesta re caretona, donde he visto hasta chicas con tacos. Un recital top re top, pero estos americanos de Las Vegas dieron cátedra de lo que debe ser un buen show de rock: corto (no mucho más de media hora), bien al palo y lleno de buenos hits para saltar. Hay que destacar el entorno de la noche rodeada de trenes pasando e incluso parando, aviones lléndose a quien sabe donde y una buena noche de nubes y estrellas. Y el esteta de Brandon Flowers cantando cada canción de una manera hasta más épica que las canciones de estudio. Una buena noche.

FOR REASONS UNKNOWN
I pack my case. I check my face.
I look a little bit older.
I look a little bit colder.
With one deep breath, and one big step, I move a little bit closer.
I move a little bit closer.
For reasons unknown.

I caught my stride. *
I flew and flied.
I know if destiny’s kind, I’ve got the rest of my mind.
But my heart, it dont beat, it dont beat the way it used to.
And my eyes, they dont see you no more.
And my lips, they dont kiss, they dont kiss the way they used to, and my eyes don’t recognize you no more.

For reasons unknown; for reasons unknown.

There was an open chair.
We sat down in the open chair.
I said if destiny’s kind, i’ve got the rest of my mind.
But my heart, it dont beat, it dont beat the way it used to.
And my eyes, they dont see you no more.
And my lips, they dont kiss, they don’t kiss the way they used to, and my eyes don’t recognize you at all.

For reasons unknown; for reasons unknown.

I said my heart, it don’t beat, it don’t beat the way it used to and my eyes don’t recognize you no more.
And my lips, they don’t kiss, they don’t kiss the way they used to, and my eyes don’t recognize you no more.

For reasons unknown; for reasons unknown; for reasons unknown; for reasons unknown.

Sunday Morning - Lou Reed

2009-11-29T09:02:00.000-08:00

Sunday Morning, clásico de la velvet en este caso interpretada magistralmente por su autor, el viejo Lou. Una canción que sirve de mantra para encarar la semana que empieza, solo tenés que hacer como el ponja que está al lado de Lou. Vas a ver que funciona.

SUNDAY MORNING
(reed, cale)

Sunday morning, praise the dawning
It's just a restless feeling by my side
Early dawning, sunday morning
It's just the wasted years so close behind

Watch out, the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all

Sunday morning and I'm falling
I've got a feeling I don't want to know
Early dawning, sunday morning
It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago

Watch out, the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all

Watch out, the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all

Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Sunday morning

November Rain - Guns And Roses

2009-11-27T05:28:00.000-08:00

Qué pasa con el clima???? Sin duda estamos en November Rain. Mientras esperamos que se acabe y empiece de una vez por todas la temporada de pileta, escuchamos este clásico de los fucking Guns And Roses.

NOVEMBER RAIN
When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
We've been through this such a long long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain
But lovers always come and lovers always go
An no one's really sure who's lettin' go today
Walking away
If we could take the time to lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin' that you were mine
All mine
So if you want to love me
then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin'
In the cold November rain

Do you need some time...on your own
Do you need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time...on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone
I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you

Sometimes I need some time...on my
own Sometimes I need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time...on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone

And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain, ohhh yeahhh
I know that you can love me
When there's no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Even cold November rain

Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one

HOY RIPS 19:30

2009-11-25T07:12:00.000-08:00

Amigos, hoy en RIPS un especial del beatle más pacífico, más misterioso y más silencioso. Pero que cuando se enoja, es capaz de mandar a la mierda a Paul en el medio de un documental. Hoy George Harrison en RIPS con una banda de luxe: Superlasciva. Los esperamos 1930 en radioatomika.blogspot.com o 106.1

MY SWEET LORD

My sweet lord
Hm, my lord
Hm, my lord

I really want to see you
Really want to be with you
Really want to see you lord
But it takes so long, my lord

My sweet lord
Hm, my lord
Hm, my lord

I really want to know you
Really want to go with you
Really want to show you lord
That it won't take long, my lord (hallelujah)

My sweet lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my lord (hallelujah)
My sweet lord (hallelujah)

I really want to see you
Really want to see you
Really want to see you, lord
Really want to see you, lord
But it takes so long, my lord (hallelujah)

My sweet lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my lord (hallelujah)
My, my, my lord (hallelujah)

I really want to know you (hallelujah)
Really want to go with you (hallelujah)
Really want to show you lord (aaah)
That it won't take long, my lord (hallelujah)

Hmm (hallelujah)
My sweet lord (hallelujah)
My, my, lord (hallelujah)

Hm, my lord (hare krishna)
My, my, my lord (hare krishna)
Oh hm, my sweet lord (krishna, krishna)
Oh-uuh-uh (hare hare)

Now, I really want to see you (hare rama)
Really want to be with you (hare rama)
Really want to see you lord (aaah)
But it takes so long, my lord (hallelujah)

Hm, my lord (hallelujah)
My, my, my lord (hare krishna)
My sweet lord (hare krishna)
My sweet lord (krishna krishna)
My lord (hare hare)
Hm, hm (Gurur Brahma)
Hm, hm (Gurur Vishnu)
Hm, hm (Gurur Devo)
Hm, hm (Maheshwara)
My sweet lord (Gurur Sakshaat)
My sweet lord (Parabrahma)
My, my, my lord (Tasmayi Shree)
My, my, my, my lord (Guruve Namah)
My sweet lord (Hare Rama)

[fade:]

(hare krishna)
My sweet lord (hare krishna)
My sweet lord (krishna krishna)
My lord (hare hare)

One way or another - Blondie

2009-11-24T12:01:00.000-08:00

No jodan con Madonna.
Debbie es la reina.

ONE WAY OR ANOTHER
One way or another, I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna get cha, get cha get cha, get cha
One way or another, I'm gonna win ya
I'm gonna get cha, get cha get cha, get cha
One day mayber next week I'm gonna meet cha,
I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meet cha
I will drive past your house
And if the lights are all down
I'll see who's around
One way or another, I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna get cha, get cha get cha, get cha
One way or another, I'm gonna win ya
I'll get cha, I'll get cha
One way or another I'm gonna see ya
I'm gonna meet cha, meet cha,
Meet cha, meet cha
One day mayber next week
I'm gonna meet cha,i'll meet cha
And if the lights are all out
I'll follow your bus downtown
See who's hangin' round
One way or another
I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip
A slip of the hip or another
I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna trick ya I'll trick ya
One way or another
I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna trick ya, trick ya
Trick ya, trick ya
One way or another
I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip
I'll walk down the mall
Stand over by the wall
Where I can see it all
Find out who you call
Lead you to the supermarket
Check out some specials and rap
Then get lost in the crowd
One way or another
(where I can see it all
Find out who you call)
I'm gonna get cha, I'll get cha
I'll get cha, get cha, get cha, get cha

Intacto - Santullo

2009-11-22T18:03:00.001-08:00

Otra producción de Santaolalla y van...
Anotá: Café Tacuba, El cuarteto de Nos, La Bersuit, La Vela Puerca, Molotov, Julieta Venegas y siguen las firmas.
Su última joyita se llama Santullo, un uruguayo ex cantante de Peyote Asesino, que forma parte del Bajo Fondo, el proyecto de tango electrónico del Rey Gustavo. Mete en una licuadora a Drexler y Molotov y te vas a encontrar con un trago original llamado Santullo. Ah, este yorugua también compuso el hit del año pasado, el mareo con Gustavo Cerati.
Intacto es el segundo tema del disco y lo canta con la hija. Y también dejo el mareo cantada por el que la escribió. Aunque hay que reconocer que el tema está hecho para Cerati.

INTACTO

La metralla me sacude hasta el cimiento
no queda tiempo para lamentos
esta batalla solamente fue un primer levantamiento
se que no miento cuando te cuento
que ya estoy completamente descongelado y preparado
para marcarte tacticamente en el terreno bien abonado
no voy a hacerte ningun otro mandado
ni voy a seguir encerrado como ganado

No quiero tratos especiales
yo no soy uno de tus animales, ni soy tu amigo
no quiero estar en tu programa de proteccion a testigos
prefiero colocarme entre la gente peligrosa
prefiero el jedor del gasoil al aroma de la rosa
lo que se viene es otra cosa y ya no pregunto
me limito a pasarte la factura no es mi asunto
pero parece que esta vuelta la mano viene dura

Con los cinco sentidos intactos
Con los cinco sentidos intactos
Con los cinco sentidos intactos
Con los cinco sentidos intactos
Con los cinco sentidos avanzo y en ese acto me mantengo intacto

Maduro una desicion la engendro salgo de lo oscuro y recomiendo
cual sera que la duda es la condicion de no jugar sobre seguro
se arma quilombo y yo me prendo chapo la mecha la cazo y la enciendo
igual cantame los cuarenta parece que esta vuelta no cuenta ser hijo de ninguno
llego la hora de terminar con el ayuno

Con los cinco sentidos intactos avanzo de frente y no me retracto
con los cinco sentidos intactos avanzo de frente, no me retracto
con los cinco sentidos intactos avanzo de frente y no me retracto
con los cinco sentidos avanzo, y en ese acto me mantengo intacto

No quiero ser solamente un blanco móvil o un desecho radioactivo de chernobyl
no miente quien inventa un mundo paralelo a lo que llamamos realidad
es solamente un camino y vos date una vuelta por aca conta que tal te va y escupi los caramelos
decile a Lucy que baje del cielo

Con los cinco sentidos intactos avanzo de frente y no me retracto
con los cinco sentidos intactos avanzo de frente, no me retracto
con los cinco sentidos intactos avanzo de frente y no me retracto
con los cinco sentidos avanzo, y en ese acto me mantengo intacto

Con los cinco sentidos intactos avanzo de frente y no me retracto
con los cinco sentidos intactos avanzo de frente, no me retracto
con los cinco sentidos intactos avanzo de frente y no me retracto
con los cinco sentidos avanzo, y en ese acto me mantengo intacto

EL MAREO DE SANTULLO

EL MAREO CON CERATI

Feelings - Nina Simone

2009-11-18T07:13:00.001-08:00

Hoy en RIPS (ripsradio.blogspot.com) hacemos un especial de mujeres: de Janis Joplin a esta loca genia llamada Nina Simone.
Se escucha 19:30 por radioatomika.blogspot.com o 106.1 si vivis cerca de San Martín.

Fico assim sem voce - Adriana Calcanhotto y Sertao - Moreno Veloso + 2

2009-11-17T06:40:00.000-08:00

No son los Killers, no es AC DC ni Coldplay el Pecsi Music que no se escuchó ni mierda ni el Quilmes. Con una publicidad de millones de pesos menos que los artistas más populares, llega Adriana Calcanhotto, Moreno Veloso y Domenico. Tocan juntos el lunes que viene en Niceto y es un show que hay que ir. Si no los conoces te subo dos temas, uno de cada uno, por subir algunos. El segundo tema es una joyita que escribió Moreno y acá lo canta con su pai o Caetano. Son todos temas buenos para acompañar con una helada caipiroshka aunque te salga un huevo. Tristeza no tein fin.

FICO ASSIM SEM VOCE
Avião sem asa, fogueira sem brasa
Sou eu assim sem você
Futebol sem bola. Piu-Piu sem Frajola
Sou eu assim sem você

Por que é que tem que ser assim?
Se o meu desejo não tem fim
Eu te quero a todo instante
Nem mil alto-falantes
Vão poder falar por mim

Amor sem beijinho,
Buchecha sem Claudinho
Sou eu assim sem você
Circo sem palhaço, namoro sem amasso
Sou eu assim sem você
To louca pra te ver chegar
To louca pra te ter nas mãos
Deitar no teu abraço, retomar o pedaço
Que falta no meu coração

Eu não existo longe de você
E a solidão é o meu pior castigo
Eu conto as horas pra poder te ver
Mas o relógio tá de mal comigo Porque? Pooooooorque?

Neném sem chupeta, Romeu sem Julieta
Sou eu assim sem você
Carro sem estrada, queijo sem goiabada
Sou eu assim sem você

Por que é que tem que ser assim?
Se o meu desejo não tem fim
Eu te quero a todo instante
Nem mil alto-falantes
Vão poder falar por mim

Eu não existo longe de você
E a solidão é o meu pior castigo
Eu conto as horas pra poder te ver
Mas o relógio tá de mal comigo

SERTAO

A luz
a paz da voz a voz em mim
é o amor que conduz e traz aqui
e diz som em nós e não tem fim.

O céu, o ar
o azul do azul daqui desse mar
desse chão
sertão de não terminar
se inundou coração.

O céu o ar
o azul do azul daqui desse mar
desse chão
sertão de não terminar
se inundou coração.

Miss Judy´s Farm - THE FACES

2009-11-15T12:18:00.000-08:00

En esta época que se producen tantos regresos, algunos esperados y otros màs forzados que el atado con alambre, por qué no se juntan los Faces? Esa sí que fue una alta banda que nunca tuvo el merecimiento que se merece: el grupo empezó a finales de los 60 cuando se juntaron ex integrantes de los Small Faces y The Jeff Beck Group. El resultado: un sonido stone y bien desprolijo con Rod Stewart, Ron Wood, Ronnie Lane, Ian McLagan y Kenney Jones. En mitad de los 70 Rod se separó, se hizo solista y la levantó en pala y Ron hizo lo mismo pero con los Rolling. El resto, a remarla como todo el mundo.

Miss Judy´s Farm
(Ronnie Wood, Rod Stewart)

Miss Judy she was moody
Owned a sweaty farm in old Alabam
I was just 18, crude and mean
All I needed was to get my own way
Get out of my way

Miss Judy she could have me
Any hour of the working day
She'd send me in the corn field mid afternoon
Said son its all part of your job

[Más Letras en es.mp3lyrics.org/Gzna]
Miss Judy had a cross eyed poodle
That I would kick if I was given the chance
Never was amused by the kindness I used
I was whipped in the barn until dawn
It hurt me

Last summer we was restless
Were gonna make a stand and
burn down your farm
But it was all in the head
Cause out in the yard
Miss Judy had the National Guard
We was beaten, before we started

Miss Judy she was moody
And she always didn't get her own way
Just state the facts, get it right
Kick her when she's down

GOOD VIBRATIONS - THE BEACH BOYS

2009-11-11T04:56:00.000-08:00

Hoy como todos los miércoles pueden escuchar RIPS, un programa de radioque celebra a la muerte. Hoy vamos a homenajear una de las mejores bandas americanas de California: Los Beach Boys (Dennis y Carl forman parte de RIPS). Nos visita al estudio Fernando Blanco, ex Super Ratones. Se escucha hoy miércoles 19:30 por Radio Atómika: 106.1 o radioatómika.blogspot.com

GOOD VIBRATIONS

1. ah! i love the colorful clothes she wears,
And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair
Ahhhhhh! i hear the sound of a gentle word,
On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air.

I'm pickin' up good vibrations, she's givin' me the excitations.
I'm pickin' up good vibrations, she's givin' me the excitations.

Good, good, good, good vibrations, she's givin' me the excitation.
Good, good, good, good vibrations, she's givin' me the excitations.

2. close my eyes, she's somehow closer now,
Softly smile, i know she must be kind.
When i look in her eyes,
She goes with me to a blossom world.

Refrain

My, my, my, what e(lation),
I don`t know where, but she sends me there.
My, my, my, what a sen(sation),
My, my, my, what elation.

(gotta keep those love good
Vibrations are happening with her) x3

Ahhhhhh!

The world I know - Collective soul

2009-11-09T10:48:00.000-08:00

Un gran tema noventoso para escuchar en este día de lluvia: gran banda, gran melodía, y gran letra (tan buena que la traduzco). Parezco viejo, pero ya no se hacen más estos lentos de bandas noventosas?

EL MUNDO QUE CONOZCO

¿Se ha mostrado nuestra consciencia?
¿Ha soplado la dulce brisa?
¿Ha desaparecido la bondad?
Espero que todavía permanezca.
Bebo por mis propias penas,
sentado sólo en la ciudad de Nueva York.
Y no sé por qué.

¿Escuchamos himnos ofensivos?
¿Tenemos ojos para ver que el amor crece?
Todos los mundos que he leído
han empezado ahora a sangrar en uno mismo.

Así que camino alto.
Y me paro a un paso del borde
para ver mi mundo allá abajo.
Y me río conmigo mismo,
a medida que los años pasan.
Porque es el mundo que conozco.
El mundo que conozco.

UNFORGETTABLE FIRE - U2

2009-11-06T05:45:00.001-08:00

Dos meses históricos para la banda irlandesa de Bono, The Edge y compañía. Por un lado hicieron el concierto en vivo desde Youtube y esra semana dieron un concierto a la Roger Waters en Berlín, en la histórica Puerta de Brandeburgo, a 20 años de la caída del Muro. U2 es una banda que me gustaba y mucho. Los últimos discos la verdad que mucho no me movieron pero son grandes, claro que sí. Les dejo una versión del recital dado por Youtube con uno de sus primeros clásicos.

THE UNFORGETTABLE FIRE

Ice
Your only rivers run cold
These city lights
They shine as silver and gold
Dug from the night
Your eyes as black as coal

Walk on by
Walk on through
Walk 'til you run
And don't look back
For here I am

Carnival
The wheels fly and the colors spin
Through alcohol
Red wine that punctures the skin
Face to face
In a dry and waterless place

Walk on by
Walk on through
So sad to beseige your love so head on
Stay this time
Stay tonight in a lie
I'm only asking but I...
I think you know
Come on take me away
Come on take me away
Come on take me home
Home again

And if the mountain should crumble
Or disappear into the sea
Not a tear, no not I

Stay in this time
Stay tonight in...
Ever after, this love in time
And if you save your love
Save it all

Don't push me too far
Don't push me too far
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight...

Litlle wing - Jimi Hendrix

2009-11-04T05:12:00.000-08:00

Hoy gracias a Buda, como todos los miércoles tenemos RIPS, a las 19:30. En este caso vamos a homenajear al único capaz de quemar una guitarra sin que ésta se enoje: el gran Jimi Hendrix. Y tenemos una gran banda en vivo llamada Maple Azul que lo recordará con sus mejores temas. Hoy como siempre en radioatomika.blogspot.com

LITTLE WING
Well she´s walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running round
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairy tales
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.

When Im sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
Its alright she says its alright
Take anything you want from me, anything
Anything.

Fly on little wing,
Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing

Pasajeros - Las Pelotas

2009-11-03T11:15:00.000-08:00

Estuve negado un par de meses al nuevo disco de Las Pelotas. Siempre lo que más me sedujo de la banda fue Sokol, aunque Daffunchio pega también buenos temas y su música la va sofisticando año tras año. Finalmente decidí oir Despierta, y la verdad que me gustó y mucho. Hasta el corte de difusión que al principio me parecía feíto, también me terminó gustando. Tiene temas para todos los gustos, pero si te querés acordar del bocha hay dos canciones que parecen haber sido escritas para él, aunque las haya escrito en el momento que se separó de la banda, las letras tienen que ver con lo que pasó y con su vida. Una es el reggazo Que estes sonriendo. El otro es Pasajeros, el que elijo.

River - Herbie Hancock feature Corinne Bailey

2009-10-31T16:08:00.000-07:00

Fin de semana para escuchar mucho Herbie Hancock, canciones como esta con una invitada de luxe. Poco para escribir, a mi la lluvia no me inspira.

RIVER
It's coming on Christmas
They're cutting down trees
They're putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
But it don't snow here
It stays pretty green
I'm going to make a lot of money
Then I'm going to quit this crazy scene
I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I made my baby cry

He tried hard to help me
You know, he put me at ease
And he loved me so naughty
Made me weak in the knees
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I'm so hard to handle
I'm selfish and I'm sad
Now I've gone and lost the best baby
That I ever had
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
Oh I wish I had a river
I made my baby say goodbye

It's coming on Christmas
They're cutting down trees
They're putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
I wish I had a river
I could skate away on

EMI - Sex Pistols

2009-10-28T06:17:00.000-07:00

Hoy como siempre RIPS a las 19:30 por radioatomika.blogspot.com. Vamos a hacer un especial de uno de los bajistas más importantes de la historia del rock...que no sabía ni tocar el bajo!!!
La leyenda de SID VICIOUS hoy en RIPS. Banda Invitada: LostHead.

EMI
an unlimited supply
and there is no reason why
i tell you it was all a frame
they only did it 'cos of fame
who?
e.m.i. e.m.i. e.m.i.
too many people had the suss
too many people support us
an unlimited amount
too many outlets in and out
who?
e.m.i. e.m.i. e.m.i.
and sir and friends are crucified
a day they wish that we had died
we are an addition we are rivaled by none
never ever never
and you thought that we were faking
that we were all just money making
you do not believe we're for real
or you would lose your cheap appeal?
oh don't you judge a book just by the cover
unless you cover just another
and blind acceptance is a sign
of stupid fools who stand in line
like
e.m.i. e.m.i. e.m.i.
unlimited edition
with an unlimited supply
that was the only reason
we all had to say goodbye
unlimited supply e.m.i.
there is no reason why e.m.i.
i tell you it was all a frame e.m.i.
they only did it 'cos of fame e.m.i.
i do not need the pressure e.m.i.
i can't stand those useless fools e.m.i.
ulimited supply e.m.i.
hallo e.m.i. goodbye a & m

Change is Hard - She & Him

2009-10-26T10:34:00.000-07:00

Canción para calmar un poco el mal humor de lunes. Zooey Deschanel es una actriz que canta en esta banda y lo hace realmente bien. Ultimamente la veo en todas las películas, y casi siempre canta (es la hermana del pibito de casi famosos, hace de novia loca en la gran serie weeds, tiene una banda alternativa y enamora a jim carrey en la malísima Sí señor!, también está en el Elfo con Will Ferrell y en varias películas más).
El dúo que formó con el músico M. Ward se llama SHE AND HIM y lo recomiendo para esa música que te baja tres cambios y te pone en stand by. Lo cual es bueno para un lunes. Parece de otra época esta chica.

CHANGE IS HARD

I’m all outta luck but what else could I be?
I know he’s yours and he'll never belong to me again.
I did him wrong.
So don’t brag,
Keep it to yourself.
I did him wrong.
I was never no, never no, never enough,
But I can try, I can try to toughen up.
I listened when they told me
If he burns you, let him go.
Change is hard, I should know.
I should know.
I should know.

So I'll keep my head down
If you keep it quiet from now on.
In the halls I’d rather hear silence than the bell of new love.
So don’t brag,
Keep it to yourself.
I did him wrong.
I was never no, never no, never enough,
But I can try, I can try to toughen up.
I listened when they told me
If he burns you, let him go.
Change is hard, I should know.
I should know.
I should know.

Neighbours - The Rolling Stones

2009-10-23T07:12:00.000-07:00

Hoy me vine al trabajo bastante cansado pero al escuchar este tema que no oía hace 6 años por lo menos me puso contento y con ganas de saber que ya se termina la semana y comienza lo que tiene sentido en la vida: el fin de semana, por eso lo comparto para transmitir un poco de viernes con ustedes.

NEIGHBORS
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Neighbors, neighbors, neighbors
Have I got neighbors?
Have I got neighbors?
All day and all night
Neighbors
Have I got neighbors?
Ringing my doorbells
All day and all night
Ladies, have I got crazies?
Screaming young babies
No piece and no quiet
I got T.V.'s, saxophone playing
Groaning and straining
With the trouble and strife
Is it any wonder
Is it any wonder
Is it any wonder
That we fuss and fight
Neighbors, do unto strangers
Do unto neighbors
What you do to yourself, yourself, yourself
Is it any wonder
Is it any wonder
Is it any wonder
That we fuss and fight
Neighbors do unto strangers
Do onto neighbors what you do to yourself
Yourself, yourself, yourself
Neighbors, neighbors, neighbors
Neighbors, neighbors, neighbors
Do yourself a favour
Don't you mess with my baby
When I'm working all night
You know that neighbors
Steal off my table
Steal off my table
And doing alright, alright, alright
Neighbors do unto strangers
Do unto strangers
What you do to yourself

No surrender - Bruce Springsteen and Eddie Vedder, The River - Bruce Springsteen and Sting

2009-10-22T06:04:00.000-07:00

Pueden decir muchas cosas de Bruce: al menos a mi me lo decían. Qué como me puede gustar, que es demasiado yanquee y demasiado grasa, me lo definían como música de camioneros, que es el cristian castro de los americanos (ESO NUNCA!!!). El tiempo me dará la razón junto a miles de seguidores, de que Bruce es uno de los más grandes de la actualidad. Músico de estadios, capaz de hacer cantar a miles de argentinos un estribillo que dice NACIDO EN LOS ESTADOS UNIDOS. Además es de juntarse generalmente con el que te imagines, ya que la mayoría de los músicos que te gustan lo tienen allá arriba. Caso Eddie Vedder. Un lindo tema que es jueves y queda un día: No surrender del disco Born in the USA. De yapa les meto The River con STING en el histórico concierto por los derechos humanos en el estadio River Plate (Una verdadera joya). Ambas canciones bien Springsteen acerca de la adolescencia, el colegio, las primeras revolcadas, los primeros cigarros en el capot del Cadillac. Un capo.

NO SURRENDER
WELL, we busted out of class had to get away from those fools
We learned more from a three-minute record, baby,
than we ever learned in school
Tonight I hear the neighborhood drummer sound
I can feel my heart begin to pound
You say you're tired and you just wanNA to close your eyes
and follow your dreams down

Well, we made a promise we swore we'd always remember
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Like soldiers in the winter's night with a vow to defend
No retreat, baby, no surrender

WELL now young faces grow sad and old and hearts of fire grow cold
We swore blood brothers against the wind
I'm ready to grow young again
And hear your sister's voice calling us home across the open yards
Well maybe we could cut some *** place of our own
With these drums and these guitars

CUZ we made a promise we swore we'd always remember
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Blood brothers in the stormy night with a vow to defend
No retreat, baby, no surrender

HEY - Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, LIE, LIE, LIE, LIE,
Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, LIE, LIE, LIE, LIE,
Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, LIE, LIE, LIE, LIE,
Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, LIE, LIE, LIE, LIE..

Now on the street tonight the lights grow dim
The walls of my room are closing in
There's a war outside still raging
you say it ain't ours anymore to win
I want to sleep beneath peaceful skies in my lover's bed
with a wide open country in my eyes
and these romantic dreams in my head.

CUZ, we made a promise we swore we'd always remember
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Blood brothers in the stormy night with a vow to defend
No retreat, baby, no surrender.

NO RETREAT, BABY, NO SURRENDER,

THE RIVER

I come from down in the valley
where mister when you're young
They bring you up to do like your daddy done
Me and Mary we met in high school
when she was just seventeen
We'd ride out of that valley down to where the fields were green

We'd go down to the river
And into the river we'd dive
Oh down to the river we'd ride

Then I got Mary pregnant
and man that was all she wrote
And for my nineteenth birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat
We went down to the courthouse
and the judge put it all to rest
No wedding day smiles no walk down the aisle
No flowers no wedding dress

That night we went down to the river
And into the river we'd dive
Oh down to the river we did ride

I got a job working construction for the Johnstown Company
But lately there ain't been much work on account of the economy
Now all them things that seemed so important
Well mister they vanished right into the air
Now I just act like I don't remember
Mary acts like she don't care

But I remember us riding in my brother's car
Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir
At night on them banks I'd lie awake
And pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take
Now those memories come back to haunt me
they haunt me like a curse
Is a dream a lie if it don't come true
Or is it something worse
that sends me down to the river
though I know the river is dry
That sends me down to the river tonight
Down to the river
my baby and I
Oh down to the river we ride

Duerme negrito - Atahualpa Yupanqui

2009-10-21T06:50:00.000-07:00

Hoy en RIPS (ripsradio.blogspot.com) evocaremos al padre del folclore: Atahualpa Yupanqui. Nos acompañarán en vivo la banda SINVIOLA, una de las tantas influenciadas por este gran artista que además de talentoso es más que humilde. Sino miren este video.

Duerme, duerme negrito,
que tu mama está en el campo, negrito...

Duerme, duerme negrito,
que tu mama está en el campo, negrito...*

Te va a traer codornices para ti,
te va a traer rica fruta para ti,
te va a traer carne de cerdo para ti.
te va a traer muchas cosas para ti.
Y si negro no se duerme,
viene diablo blanco
y ¡zas! le come la patita,
¡chacapumba, chacapún…!

Duerme, duerme negrito,
que tu mama está en el campo, negrito...

Trabajando,
trabajando duramente, trabajando sí,
trabajando y no le pagan, trabajando sí,
trabajando y va tosiendo, trabajando sí,
trabajando y va de luto, trabajando sí,
pa'l negrito chiquitito, trabajando sí,
pa'l negrito chiquitito, trabajando sí,
no le pagan sí, va tosiendo sí
va de luto sí, duramente sí.

Duerme, duerme negrito,
que tu mama está en el campo, negrito...

Tonight we fly - The Divine Comedy

2009-10-20T08:28:00.000-07:00

La divina comedia además de ser un clásico de la literatura, hace diez años es el nombre de una banda irlandesa bastante buena. Son esas bandas llamadas easy listening, es decir que son fáciles de oir y más fáciles que te gusten.
Tiene una mezcla de miles de bandas por lo que es muy difíciles encasillarlas. Ahora si te gusta la cosa orquestal, The Divine Comedy tiene mucho de eso.
Les dejo una linda cancíón para volar.

TONIGHT WE FLY
Over the houses
The streets and the trees
Over the dogs down below
They'll bark at our shadows
As we float by on the breeze

Tonight we fly
Over the chimney tops
Skylights and slates -
Looking into all your lives
And wondering why
Happiness is so hard to find

Over the doctor, over the soldier
Over the farmer, over the poacher
Over the preacher, over the gambler
Over the teacher, over the rambler
Over the lawyer, over the dancer
Over the voyeur,over the builder and the destroyer,
Over the hills and far away

Tonight we fly
Over the mountains
The beach and the sea
Over the friends that we've known
And those that we now know
And those who we've yet to meet

And when we die
Oh, will we be
That disappointed
Or sad
If heaven doesn't exist
What will we have missed
This life is the best we've ever had

LES CHANSONS D'AMOUR ONT RUINÉ MA VIE - Pablo Krantz

2009-10-19T07:42:00.000-07:00

Debo confesarme, pero no he pecado. No fui a los Pet Shop Boys ni a Depeche Mode. Por plata o porque me colgué o tenía varios programas en el fin de semana. Pero no fui. En cambio sí fui a ver por 270 pesos menos a Pablo Krantz. Un gran músico que vivió en Buenos Aires, luego en París y ahora nuevamente en Buenos Aires. Canta en francés y en castellano grandes canciones que aunque no facturen millones y no generen festivales por todo el mundo, pueden alimentar un alma un jueves a la noche. No hay buenos videos en internet en vivo: simplemente cuando puedan vayan a verlo. Se sorprenderán.
Les dejo el tema que da a título a su último disco: Las canciones de amor arruinaron mi vida. En estos momentos se encuentra grabando dos discos a la vez: uno en francés y otro en castellano.

LES CHANSONS D'AMOUR ONT RUINÉ MA VIE

J'ai fait 800 chansons d'amour

Pendant mes 8 ans d'amours ratés

Si vous y tenez un de ces soirs

Je viendrai ici vous les chanter

Même si vous n'y comprendrez que dalle

Car elles sont écrites en code secret

Dans la langue de mon pays natal

Que j'ai dû à jamais quitter

Pour ne plus jamais retourner

Les chansons d'amour ont ruiné ma vie

Les chansons d'amour ont ruiné ma vie

Les chansons d'amour sont mes ennemies

Maintenant je ne suis plus jamais seul

Mais des chansons d'amour je n'en fait plus

Car je suis sûr que ce sont elles

Qui ont fait de moi un amant déchu

Les chansons d'amour sont dangereuses

Je sais très bien ce que je vous dit

Car si ça ne tenait qu'à elles

Mon malheur c'est leur paradis

Car elles se reproduisent ainsi

Les chansons d'amour ont ruiné ma vie

Les chansons d'amour ont ruiné ma vie

Les chansons d'amour sont mes ennemies

Maradó - Los Piojos

2009-10-14T12:16:00.000-07:00

Hay que bancarlo. Aunque no sepa nada de técnica. Aunque haya hecho 30 cambios y aún no tenga el equipo. Aunque no juegue con un 4. Aunque dependa de Schiavi y Palermo.
Hay que bancarlo. Hoy más que nunca.

MARADO

Dicen que escapó de un sueño
en casi su mejor gambeta
que ni los sueños respeta
tan lleno va de coraje
sin demasiado ropaje
y sin ninguna careta
Dicen que escapó este mozo
del sueño de los sin jeta
que a los poderosos reta
y ataca a los más villanos
sin más armas en la mano
que un "diez" en la camiseta.

Cae del cielo brillante balón,
toda la gente y todo el mundo ve,
una revancha redonda en su pie,
todo el país con él corriendo va
caen las tropas de su majestad,
y cae el norte de la Italia rica,
y el papa dando vueltas no se explica,
muerde la lengua de Joao Havelange

Maradó, Maradó.

Rinoscopía embiste a cualquier
a cualquier quía del poder letal
rinoscopía cuerno de marfil
filoplatino para reventar
Y la champaña que descorchan hoy
guarden los corchos para un bote hacer
que viene el río del hambre y la sed
y ya no hay goles que den de morfar

Maradó, Maradó.

Cuanda se caigan a pedazos las paredes
de esta gran ciudad
Cuando no queden en el aire más cenizas
de lo que será, que será.

Y sigue el Diego, el mejor en lo suyo
si vos los fueras no habría tanto yuyo
y va el cafiolo por el tobogán
va para arriba va riendo, ja!
Y viaja afuera alfombra mágica
alfombra va privada mil millón
todos se empilchan para la ocasión
y esperan alguna miga.ja!
Cuando se caigan a pedazos las paredes
de esta gran ciudad
Cuando no queden en el aire más cenizas
de lo que será, que será.
Marado.

Need your love so bad - Fleetwood Mac

2009-10-13T10:48:00.000-07:00

Es claro que en esta historia del rock hay dos Fleetwood Mac: uno blusero y uno pop. El blusero comandado por Peter Green y el pop llevado por la voz de Stevie Nicks. Como suele pasar casi siempre, el pop le ganó por goleada al blues en cuanto ventas y el Fleetwood de Nicks arrasó con discos de oro mientras el blusero quedó como una gran banda de culto e influencia de infinidad de músicos.
¿De qué lado estás? Yo del blusero. Les dejo este lindo tema para tratar de bajar un par de cambios antes del partido de mañana.

NEED YOUR LOVE SO BAD

Need someone's hand to lead me through the night
I need someone's arms to hold and squeeze me tight
Now, when the night begins, whoa, I'm at an end
Because I need your love so bad
I need some lips to feel next to mine
Need someone to stand up - to stand up and tell me when I'm lyin'
And when the lights are low - and it's time to go
That's when I need your love so bad
So why don't you give it up, baby and bring it home to me
or write it on a piece of paper, woman - so it can be read to me
Tell me that you love me - and stop drivin' me mad
whoa, because I - I need your love so bad
Need a soft voice - just to talk to me at night
Don't want you to worry, baby
I know we can make everything alright
Listen to my plea, baby, come on bring it to me
'Cause I need - your love so bad
Baby, I need, I need - woman, I need your love so bad.

Here today - Paul Mc Cartney

2009-10-09T11:18:00.000-07:00

Hoy cumpliría 69 años Lennon: Un par de dudas que me vienen a la cabeza:
- Qué música estaría haciendo?
- Hubiese venido a la Argentina?
- Seguiría con Yoko?
- Los Beatles se hubiesen reunido?
- Seguiría haciendo cosas a favor de la paz?

Hoy es un día para recordarlo. Les dejo un tema que compuso su ex dupla Paul, tiempo después de ser asesinado. El tema es del gran Tug of War de Macca.

HERE TODAY
And if I say I really knew you well,
What would your answer be?
If you were here today.
Uh, uh, uh, here today.

Well, knowing you,
You'd probably laugh and say
That we were worlds apart.
If you were here today.
Uh, uh, uh, here today.

But as for me,
I still remember how it was before
And I am holding back the tears no more.
Uh, uh, uh,
I love you, uh.

What about the time we met? (what about the time?)
Well, I suppose that you could say
That we were playing hard to get.
Didn't understand a thing,
But we could always sing.

What about the night we cried? (what about the night)
Because there wasn't any reason
Left to keep it all inside.
Never understood a word,
But you were always there with a smile.

And if I say I really loved you
And was glad you came along.
Then you were here today,
Uh, uh, uh, for you were in my song.

Uh, uh, uh, here today.

Instant Karma´s - John Lennon

2009-10-07T06:03:00.000-07:00

Hoy es miércoles, día de los muertos. En RIPS (ripsradio.blogspot.com) vamos a hacer un especial de uno de los músicos más importantes de la historia. En la semana que Lennon cumpliría 69 años, tendremos en vivo a Fede Cabral de Sancamaleón para que lo recuerde y para presentar su nuevo proyecto Los Aliados del Japón. Los esperamos como siempre a las 19:30 por Radio Atómika, 106.1 o radioatomika.blogspot.com

INSTANT KARMA´S

Instant Karma's gonna get you
Gonna knock you right on the head
You better get yourself together
Pretty soon you're gonna be dead
What in the world you thinking of
Laughing in the face of love
What on earth you tryin' to do
It's up to you, yeah you

Instant Karma's gonna get you
Gonna look you right in the face
Better get yourself together darlin'
Join the human race
How in the world you gonna see
Laughin' at fools like me
Who on earth d'you think you are
A super star
Well, right you are

Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Well we all shine on
Ev'ryone come on

Instant Karma's gonna get you
Gonna knock you off your feet
Better recognize your brothers
Ev'ryone you meet
Why in the world are we here
Surely not to live in pain and fear
Why on earth are you there
When you're ev'rywhere
Come and get your share

Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Yeah we all shine on
Come on and on and on on on
Yeah yeah, alright, uh huh, ah

Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Yeah we all shine on
On and on and on on and on

Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Yeah we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun

El extranjero - Enrique Bunbury

2009-10-06T10:22:00.000-07:00

Me gusta Bunbury. Hasta un poco más que Heroes del Silencio. Le banco que sea medio personaje, que quiera imitar a Morrison y ahora a Rafael. Le banco que haga una intro de este tema un poco vergonzosa.
Me gusta Bunbury y este año pienso ir a verlo de vuelta en vivo y bailar con los pies y brazos este tema cabaretero.

EL EXTRANJERO
Una barca en el puerto me espera
no se donde me ha de llevar
no ando buscando grandeza
solo esta tristeza deseo curar

Me marcho y no pienso en la vuelta
tampoco me apena lo que dejo atrás
sólo se que lo que me queda
en un sólo bolsillo lo puedo llevar

Me siento en casa en América
en Antigua quisiera morir
parecido me ocurre con África

Pero allá dónde voy me llaman el extranjero
donde quiera que estoy el extranjero me siento

También un extraño en mi tierra
aunque la quiera de verdad
pero mi corazón me aconseja:
los nacionalismos que miedo me dan

Ni patria ni bandera
ni raza ni condición
ni límites ni fronterasa
Extranjero soy

Porque allá donde voy me llaman el extranjero
donde quiera que estoy el extranjero me siento
Porque allá donde voy me llaman el extranjero
donde quiera que estoy el extranjero me siento

Cuando ya me empiece a quedar solo - Mercedes Sosa y Charly García

2009-10-05T07:02:00.000-07:00

Una que muere. Otro que revivió. Ayer se murió Mercedes Sosa y no hay mucho más que agregar, ya que si leés los diarios, ya se dijo todo. Y todos hablaron, muy bien, de ella, entre ellos Charly. Gracias por todo Negra.

CUANDO YA ME EMPIECE A QUEDAR SOLO

Tendré los ojos muy lejos
Un cigarrillo en la boca
El pecho dentro de un hueco
Y una gata medio loca

Un escenario vacío
Un libro muerto de pena
Un dibujo destruido
Y la caridad ajena

Un televisor inútil
Eléctrica compañía
La radio a todo volumen
Y una prisión que no es mía

Una vejez sin temores
Y una vida reposada
Ventanas muy agitadas
Y una cama tan inmóvil

Un montón de diarios apilados
Y una flor cuidando mi pasado
Y un rumor de voces que me gritan
Y un millón de manos que me aplauden

Y el fantasma tuyo, sobre todo
Cuando ya me empiece a quedar solo

Love Song - Tesla

2009-10-01T12:12:00.000-07:00

Estimada/o: si tienes alrededor de 30 años y en los 90 escuchabas heavy o soft heavy, seguramente tenías el disco acústico de Tesla. Lo habré escuchado 100 veces. Ahora después de 15 años vuelvo a escuchar Paradise por esta vía y me doy cuenta de que me sigo acordando la letra de memoria. Es muy loco eso, antes uno escuchaba menos música pero se sabía toooodas las letras de memoria. Hoy me cuesta aprendermelas. Más es menos?
En fin, un deja vú de este disco acústico que tenía temas de la banda y grandes covers de los rolling y los credennce, entre otros, con un cantante que es una mezcla de Axl Rose con Humberto Tortonese.

Alright! Now this next song, I'm gonna leave the stage, I'm gonna leave
you people with the man on the acoustic guitar, mr. Frankie Hannon

[Solo]

So you think that it's over, say your love has finally reached the end
Any time you call, night or day, I'll be right there for you
If you need a friend

It's gonna take a little time, I know, time is sure to mend your broken heart
But don't you even worry, pretty darlin, 'cos I know you'll find love again

Love is all around you, love is knockin' outside your door
Waitin' for you is this love made just for two
Keep an open heart and you'll find love again, I know

Love is all around you, yeah yeah, love is knockin' outside your door
Waitin' for you is this love made just for two
Keep an open heart and you'll find love again, I know

[Solo]

It's all around
It's all around

Love will find a way - darlin', love is gonna find a way
Find its way back to you
Love will find a way - so look around, open your eyes
Love is gonna find a way - love is gonna, love is gonna
Love is gonna, love is gonna find a way, yeah
Love will find a way - love is gonna find a way back to you, yeah yeah yeah

[Solo]

Love will find a way - darlin', love is gonna find a way
Find its way back to you
Love will find a way - oh just look around, look around
Open up your eyes now, honey
Love is gonna find a way - love is gonna, love is gonna
Love is gonna, love is gonna find a way, yeah
Love will find a way - love is gonna find a way back to you, yeah, I know

You know what Philadelphia?

I know, I know, I know, I know

Whoo! Thank you very much, Philadelphia!

Whoa, wait a minute, wait a minute! Remember that song we were gonna sing now?
Okay, yeah

Tear 'em up, cowboy!

We're gonna go back there with drums from our heads
So tonight's as good a night as any to try. Help us out

Get it on - T Rex

2009-09-30T06:20:00.000-07:00

Hoy en Rips (ripsradio.blogspot.com) nos pondremos brillantina en la cara, rímel en los cachetes, un saquete de leopardo y saldremos a rememorar los años 70 en Londres, durante la explosión del Glam Rock. Precisamente al que comenzó con la movida: el desaparecido Marc Bolan y su legendaria banda T- Rex. Nos estará acompañando Barby de la banda Utopians. Se escuchá hoy 19:30 por Radio Atómika (radioatomika.blogspot.com)o 106.1.

E..................................

Well youre dirty and sweet clad in

A...........................e........

Black dont look back and I love you

.......a..................e......

Youre dirty and sweet oh yeah

E......................................

Youre slim and youre weak you got the

A...................e......

Teeth of the hydra upon you

.......a..........................e..

Youre dirty sweet and youre my girl

E......g.......

Get it on

.......a.......

Bang a gong

.......e.......

Get it on

Oh Mighty Engine - Neil Halstead

2009-09-29T10:57:00.000-07:00

En el día 29, día de los ñoquis, saludo a todos los ñoquis de la argentina que pueden calentar todos los días una silla, sin que nadie se cuenta de que están al pedo. Fanáticos de los solitarios, buscaminas y facebook, este tema es para ustedes. Para que hoy, por ser su día, se den el lujo de dormirse una siestita de 2 horitas. Les dejo este lindo tema de Neil Halstead, un buen comienzo para que les agarre noni.

OH MIGHTY ENGINE
Cindy writes a paragraph
Says time is passing
But the bubbles in her heart are everlasting
Yeah she gave her life to art
And who could blame her
It’s pretty major
Fraught with danger and stuff
Like that

Oh Mighty engine
Of good intention
You’re purring softly beside me
Grinding gently inside me
Tapping totally madly
For you

Says the plot is getting strange
It’s taken over
And the hero’s run away
And no one told her
But she can’t control the page
It’s taken over
There’s people dying, semi colons crying
And full stops finding fault
O what a dolt

Cindy writes of kerosene
And broken bottles
Says the troubles were a part of someone’s childhood
But she can’t get past the point
Where someone’s dying
It’s pretty minor
A pithy liner should sort it out
But he won’t die
he just mucks about
Oh it’s so hard

Now we’ve broken out the gin
It helps her thinking
And given into sin
we’re breathing deeply
But something’s on her mind
A chapter stirring
Her mind is whirling
And off she trots
To tap her keys to the top

Oh she’s off

Mighty engine
Of good intention

We both go down together - Colin Meloy (The Decemberist)

2009-09-28T12:56:00.000-07:00

The Decemberist es una banda que escuché hace unos meses por primera vez y tengo que confesar que tienen temas que me conmueven. A vos que música te conmueve hoy? es una pregunta complicada...el otro discutiamos con unos amigos que las bandas que de chicos nos conmovían hoy no lo hacen. Un poco puede ser porque algunos estamos más grandes, o porque maduramos musicalmente, o porque cambiamos nosotros y ya no nos sentimos tan identificados con un rockero como lo hacíamos de joves, también nos puede pasar que nos conmuevan otras bandas o artistas nuevos y a veces puede pasar que el mismo que te conmovía a los 15 años, aún lo haga (Aleluya hermano en ese caso). Pero bueno hoy les traigo una banda que si bien no son los Beatles, ni los Stones, ni los Kinks (ni casi ninguna de las bandas de los 60) de a poco viene llegando, con buenas canciones de grandes melodías y una gran voz, la de Colin Meloy que en este caso hasta le suena bien en un ascensor.

WE BOTH GO DOWN TOGETHER

Here on these cliffs of Dover
so high you can't see over
and while your head is spinning
hold tight it's just beginning

you come from parents' wanton
a childhood rough and rotten
I come from wealth and beauty
untouched by work or duty

and oh, my love, my love.
and oh, my love, my love.
We both go down together.

I found you, a tattooed tramp
A dirty daughter from the labor camps
I laid you down in the grass of a clearing
You wept, but your soul was willing

and oh, my love. my love.
and oh, my love. my love.
We both go down together.

And my parents will never consent to this love
But I hold your hand

Meet me on my vast veranda
My sweet untouched Miranda
and while the seagulls are crying
we fall but our souls are flying

and oh, my love. my love.
and oh, my love. my love.
and oh, my love. my love.
and oh, my love. my love.
We both go down together.

Use somebody - Kings of Leon

2009-09-25T11:58:00.000-07:00

Puede sonar un poco a Coldplay, un poco a Killers y un poco demasiado a los temas que vienen haciendo los Kings of Leon. Pero no me digan que es un buen tema para terminar un viernes. El que no salta, le gusta trabajar.

USE SOMEBODY

I've been roaming around
Always looking down at all I see
Painted faces, build the places I cant reach

You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody

Someone like you, And all you know, And how you speak
Countless lovers under cover of the street

You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you

Off in the night, while you live it up, I'm off to sleep
Waging wars to shape the poet and the beat
I hope it's gonna make you notice
I hope it's gonna make you notice

Someone like me
Someone like me
Someone like me, somebody

Someone like you, somebody
Someone like you, somebody
Someone like you, somebody

I've been roaming around,
Always looking down at all I see

Balroom Blitz - The Sweet

2009-09-24T07:32:00.000-07:00

Un poco de glam rock para esta semana que está terminando. Tenés a Bowie, después a T Rex y tercero te recomiendo esta banda llamada The Sweet. Este es un temazo para salir a bailar y saltar. Mucho falsete, una intro tremenda y un cantante que se parece más a la tía Susana que a un cantante de rock. El tema se supone por las imágenes que es en vivo pero seguramente sea un buen playback, pero el tema pega pega en tu cabeza. De yapa te dejo la letra traducida, con la pequeña intro.

THE SWEET
BALLROOM BLITZ (

Preparado, Steve? Ajá

¿Andy? Si

¿Mick? Okey

Muy bien, colegas, ¡vamos!

Oh, está siendo muy difícil
Vivir con las cosas que me haces
Mis sueños se están volviendo muy extraños
Me gustaría contarte todo lo que veo
Oh, y veo un hombre al fondo como algo de hecho
Sus ojos son tan rojos como el sol
Y la chica en la esquina no deja que nadie la ignore

Porque piensa que ella es la apasionada

¡Oh, si! Era como un rayo
Todo el mundo estaba luchando
Y la música se estaba calmando
Y todos empezaron a emocionarse

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

Y el hombre del fondo dijo que todos atacasen
Y se convirtió en un bombardeo en la sala de baile
Y la chica de la esquina dijo "chico, quiero avisarte
Me convertiré en un bombardeo en la sala de baile"

Bombardeo en la sala de baile, bombardeo en la sala de baile, bombardeo en la sala de baile, bombardeo en la sala de baile

Oh, buscando algo
Tocar nada es todo lo que hice
Oh, suavemente te desafié
Cuando apareces, no queda nada de ti

Y el hombre del fondo está preparado para entrar
Mientras levanta sus manos hacia el cielo
Y la chica de la esquina es la mujer de todo el mundO
Podría matarte con un guiño de sus ojos

¡Oh, si! Era eléctrico
Tan perfectamente febril

Y la banda comenzó a marcharse
Porque todos dejaron de respirar

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

Y el hombre del fondo dijo que todos atacasen
Y se convirtió en un bombardeo en la sala de baile
Y la chica de la esquina dijo "chico, quiero avisarte
Me convertiré en un bombardeo en la sala de baile"

Bombardeo en la sala de baile, bombardeo en la sala de baile, bombardeo en la sala de baile, bombardeo en la sala de baile

¡Oh, si! Era como un rayo
Todo el mundo estaba luchando
Y la música se estaba calmando
Y todos empezaron a emocionarse

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

The inmigrant song - Led Zeppelin

2009-09-23T05:48:00.000-07:00

Hoy Rips (ripsradio.blogspot) cumple 20 programas al aire. Parece poco pero es mucho! Un lindo número que lo celebraremos con música bien fuerte. Aprovechando el aniversario de la muerte del bigote más ruidoso de la historia, el baterista John Bonzo Bonham, tendremos en vivo a Nave Madre, una enorme banda que hace temas de Led Zeppelin.
Los esperamos como siempre a las 19:30 por radioatomika.blogspot.com o 106.1 si sos de San Martín y alrededores.

THE INMIGRANT SONG

A-ah-ahh-ah, ah-ah-ahh-ah
We come from the land of the ice and snow
from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow

The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands
To fight the horde and sing and cry, Valhalla, I am coming

On we sweep with, with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore

Ah-ah-ahh-ah, ah-ah-ahh-ah
We come from the land of the ice and snow
from the midnight sun where the hot springs FLOW
How soft your fields, so green
can whisper tales of gore, of how we calmed the tides of war
We are your overlords

On we sweep with, with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore

S-so now you better stop and rebuild all your ruins
for peace and trust can winthe day despite of all you're losin'
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ahh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

The rifle - Alela Diane

2009-09-22T06:41:00.000-07:00

Esos músicos que solo conozco un solo tema. En este caso una señorita con una voz mágica que va de la mano con cada acorde de esta canción que hace en vivo en alguna radio de los Estados Unidos. Cualquier consejo información o insulto hacia esta mujer será bienvenida.

THE RIFLE
Oh I've been knocking on that door in my sleep
Fight my fireplace glow
I've been knocking on that door in my sleep
Fight my fireplace glow to keep me away,
To keep me away from home

Papa gets the rifle from its place above the French doors
They're coming from the woods
Oh they're coming from the woods

And mama you're running too
Oh my mama you’re running too
Mama you're running too
Oh my mama you’re running too

Brother I'm so sorry that you watched the Patens burn
And I've been holding onto the gold
When letting go would free my hands
And I've been tying your tongue in a knot
Oh I've been tying your tongue in a knot
To wrap this death, to wrap this death in a sheet

And Papa gets the rifle from its place above the French doors
They're coming from the woods
Oh they're coming from the woods

And mama you're running too
Oh, my mama you're running too
Mama you're running too
Oh, my mama you're running too

Brother I'm so sorry that you watched the Patens burn
I can't hide the dirty pads down there carpet anymore
No, no I can't hide the dirty pads down there carpet anymore
There were too many heavy boots
There were too many heavy boots
There were too many heavy boots
And there were too many big black boots
And there were too many little brown shoes marching though

So I'm counting it to the sky
Oh I'm counting it to the sky
I'm counting it to the sky
Oh I'm counting it to the sky
And moving back
Oh I'm moving back to
Face the lack of home

Thunderstruck - Ac Dc

2009-09-18T06:07:00.000-07:00

En Diciembre llega el verdadero rock and roll nennne directo desde Australia. Qué buena manera de terminar el año. Descansá los pies y preparate porque en Diciembre explota expló.

THUNDERSTRUCK
In the middle of a railroad track (Thunder)
I looked 'round,
And I knew there was no turning back (Thunder)
My mind raced
And I thought what could I do? (Thunder)
And I knew
There was no help, no help from you (Thunder)
Sound of the drums
Beatin' in my heart
The thunder of guns!
Tore me apart
You've been - thunderstruck!
Rode down the highway
Broke the limit, we hit the ton
Went through to Texas, yeah Texas
And we had some fun
We met some girls,
Some dancers who gave a good time
Broke all the rules, played all the fools
Yeah, yeah, they, they, they blew our minds
And I was shakin' at the knees
Could I come again please.
Yeah the ladies were too kind
You've been - thunderstruck, thunderstruck
Yeah yeah yeah, thunderstruck
Oh, thunderstruck, yeah
Yeah
Now we're shaking at the knees
Could I come again please.
Thunderstruck, thunderstruck
Yeah yeah yeah, thunderstruck
Thunderstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah
Said yeah, it's alright
We're! Doing fine
Yeah, it's alright
We're! Doing fine
So fine
Thunderstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Thunderstruck, thunderstruck, thunderstruck
Whoa baby, baby, thunderstruck
You've been thunderstruck, thunderstruck
Thunderstruck, thunderstruck, thunderstruck
You've been thunderstruck

FLUME - BON IVER

2009-09-17T12:07:00.000-07:00

Un día Bon Iver. Para dormir, despierto en el laburo o de verdad en la cama. Y ni te digo si estás bien acompañado. Como dije, un día Bon Iver.

FLUME

I am my mother’s only one
It’s enough

I wear my garment so it shows
Now you know

Only love is all maroon
Gluey feathers on a flume
Sky is womb and she’s the moon

I am my mother on the wall, with us all
I move in water, shore to shore;
Nothing’s more

Only love is all maroon
Lapping lakes like leary loons
Leaving rope burns –
Reddish ruse

Only love is all maroon
Gluey feathers on a flume
Sky is womb and she’s the moon

MONSTERS OF FOLK

2009-09-16T06:13:00.000-07:00

Hoy gracias al blog http://flamingmilk.blogspot.com/ se puede escuchar el disco tan esperado del supergrupo del nuevo folk: MONSTERS OF FOLK. La verdad que lo poco que escuché puedo anunciar que la van a romper y Dios quiera que algún día hagan alguna supergira que los lleve a una Trastienda de Buenos Aires por ejemplo. Un acústicazo para este miércoles primaveral.

Quiénes son estos mostros???

Jim James (de My Morning Jacket), Conor Oberst y Mike Mogis (Bright Eyes) y M. Ward (este es el único que no ubico)

Encontré una serie de canciones de un mismo concierto donde se va a poder apreciar mejor como la unión hace la fuerza. Y más cuando hablamos de música.
Empezamos con un cover de Dylan, después un clásico de My Morning Jacket y al final uno de los Bright Eyes. Los nuevos temas? Busquenlos en la web.

Girl From The North Country

Well, if you're travelin' in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm,
When the rivers freeze and summer ends,
Please see if she's wearing a coat so warm,
To keep her from the howlin' winds.

Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
If it rolls and flows all down her breast.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
That's the way I remember her best.

I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all.
Many times I've often prayed
In the darkness of my night,
In the brightness of my day.

So if you're travelin' in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

GOLDEN

Watchin' a stretch of road, miles of light explode.
Driftin' off a thing i'd never done before
Watchin' a crowd roll in. out go the lights it begins.
A feelin' in my bones i never felt before...
Mmm... people always told me. that bars are dark and lonely
And talk is often cheap and filled with air.
Sure sometimes they thrill me
But nothin' could ever chill me.
Like the way they make the time just disappear
Feelin' you are here again. hot on my skin again.
Feelin good a thing i'd never known before
What does it mean to feel?
Millions of dreams come real
A feelin' in my soul i'd never felt before... mmm...
And you always told me.
No matter how long it holds me if it falls apart
Or makes us millonaires. you'll be right here forever.
We'll go thru this thing together
And on heaven's golden shore we'll lay our heads

TRAIN UNDER WATER

You were born inside of a raindrop
I watched you falling to your death
And the sun, well, she could not save you
She'd fallen down to, now the streets are wet
Body of water, toxic and timeless
Atlantic Ocean, New York skyline
I always get lost when I leave the village
So I couldn't come meet you in Brooklyn last night

But I sing glory from my lowest
And I will say peace to the people I meet
While the world waits for an explosion
That instant of light that wipes the slate clean

So don't be fooled, so don't get lied to
Love was always cruel
And don't act strange, don't be a stranger
It happened to me, now it's happening to you
But if you'd take that train underwater
Then we could talk it through

Well, if I could tame all of my desires
Wait out the weather that howls in my brain
Because it seems that it's always changing
The winds indecision, the sorrowful rain

Yeah, I was a postcard, I was a record
I was a camera until I went blind
Now I'm riding all over this island
Looking for something to open my eyes

But I still sing glory from a high rise
And I will say thanks if you're pouring my drinks
While the world waits for an explosion
That moment in time when we'll be set free

So don't stay mad, just let some time pass
And in the morning you'll wake feeling new
And if I don't come back
I mean, if I get sidetracked
It's only cause I wanted to
I'm keeping up with the moon on an all night avenue

Theone - Lambchop

2009-09-15T07:01:00.000-07:00

Buena banda Lambchop. Hay que darle su tiempo. La conocí por medio de Fede en su blog musicasaludable.blogspot.com y perfectamente la definió como la banda para escuchar un domingo. Por tiempos no pude ni bajarme el disco hasta que otro amigo llamado Juan me la volvió a nombrar. Hice pausa, escuché OH (Ohio) y me gustó mucho. Si no la conocés, deberías. Folk y country alternativa, siempre en primera. A veces pasan a segunda pero en algún que otro tema.

THEONE

Best of all...all the things in this world
That's worth a look
You make it hard when i'm with you
Scary sights
Are the things that haven't happened
But just might
Don't think it over so quickly
Look around
I'm still here
Take your time
And not a year
Please make me shine
When you are near
You are the one
You underline
All the terror and the grace of my belief
I want to shake up your home life
Fearing that
All the specialness would fade with just a kiss
I think i have a solution
Take a walk
Hold my hand
Don't say a word
I'll understand
We'll change the world
Make no demands
You are the one

Have we lost sight
Of the sacrifice it takes to save a life
If it's ours then so be it
It's just my wish
That our world be that of reproductive bliss
It's just a thought, there's no pressure
Gomer pyle
Is just a man
Who served his country
As best he can
I am the state
You are the flag
You are the one
But don't you know
This must be true
I can't do nothing
But think of you
There's the phone
And here's the number
You are the one

SOLO A LA PARED - SUPERLASCIVA

2009-09-14T06:25:00.000-07:00

Linda banda si aún no la escuchaste: un poco Harrison, un poco Calamaro, mucho Superlasciva, una banda de 3 discos. Ganaron el concurso de Marlboro y viajaron de arriba a Austin. Pegadiza a la primera escucha.
Este es el tema que abre su último gran disco, SEDUCCIONES VIOLENTAS, con Manuel Moretti y Manza de invitados.

Creo que estoy comenzando
a sentir lo mismo que nunca sentí.
Ya colgué los trajes
con los que perdí.
Digo entonces te quiero
y no es un pretexto para ganar
hablo de un árbol que no hay que podar.

Si para mí aquel pasado…
Solo es un montón… de souvenirs
en un armario que ya nunca abro.
Ni me hace daño noo
Ponle llave a esa puerta que…
solo da la pared.
No te confundas corazón
yo estoy con vos.

Loca no pidas permiso
si estas en el piso
te van a barrer.
La vida no espera ni puede esperar.

Si para mí
aquel invierno solo fue un espejo.
Hazme reír llore primero
el resto fue un infierno.
Todos los sabemos nooo
ponle llave a esa puerta que
solo da la pared.
No te confundas corazón
yo estoy con vos.

Cavo las tumbas del tiempo
acaso le crees a tu reloj?
De los calendarios soy el detractor

Si para mí aquel invierno
solo fue un espejo.
Hazme reír llore primero
el resto fue un infierno
Todos los sabemos nooo
Ponle llave a esa puerta que solo da la pared
No te confundas corazón yo estoy con vos
Ponle llave a esa puerta que solo da la pared
No te confundas corazón yo estoy con vos
NO TE CONFUNDAS CORAZON…YO ESTOY CON VOS!!

Haunted - Shane Mac Gowan and Sinead O Connor

2009-09-11T10:31:00.000-07:00

Necesitaba volver después de tanto tiempo con una buena joyita en vivo. Dos iconos de Irlanda, polémicos y amantes de la bebida y de los escándalos, en una poderosa canción de amor llamada Haunted. Por un lado Shane, cantante de los Pogues y milagrosamente aún vivo. Por el otro, la ex pelada Sinead, más tranquila con su vida (chequear el disco reggae que se mandó hace un par de años). La verdad que hacen una linda pareja en este tema que habla del verdadero amor de una pareja, contando el momento en que la flashearon la primera vez que se vieron.

HAUNTED

Do you remember that sunny day
Somewhere in London
In the middle of nowhere
Didn't have nothing to do that day
Didn't want to do nothing anyway...

You got a way of walking
You got a way of talking
And there's something about you
And now I know I never ever
Want to be without you
I want to be haunted by the ghost
I want to be haunted by the ghost
I want to be haunted by the ghost
I want to be haunted by the ghost
Of your precious love
Of your precious love.

The first time I saw you
Standing in the street
You were so cool you could have
Put out Vietnam
All the girls say: "What's he like?"
I say, "He's kind of shy
But that's the kind of girl I am,
He's my kind of guy."
I want to be haunted by the ghost
I want to be haunted by the ghost
I want to be haunted by the ghost
I want to be haunted by the ghost
Of your precious love
Of your precious love

I'll build my world around you
I'll bless the day I found you
I'll stay beside you
I'll never leave
Or tell you all those lies
you'd never believe
Uh huh huh
I want to be haunted by the ghost
I want to be haunted by the ghost
I want to be haunted by the ghost
I want to be haunted by the ghost
I want to be haunted by the ghost
I want to be haunted by the ghost
I want to be haunted by the ghost
I want to be haunted by the ghost
of your precious love
of your precious love

You got a way of walking
You got a way of talking
And there's something about you
That's the kind of girl I am,
He's my kind of guy
And now I know I never ever
Want to be without you

I want to be haunted by the ghost
I want to be haunted by the ghost
I want to be haunted by the ghost
I want to be haunted by the ghost
And now I know I never ever
Want to be without you

CLAMPDOWN - THE CLASH

2009-08-19T12:26:00.000-07:00

Prometo volver a postear un tema en vivo todo los dias, estoy realmente vagoneta y con mucho trabajo. Pero no puedo dejar de promocionar mi pequeño programa de radio llamado RIPS dedicado a los que no están, especialmente hoy que vamos a recordar a JOE STRUMMER. El programa sale de 1930 a 21 hs por radio atomika, 106.1 o radioatomika.blogspot.com
Nos acompañarán en vivo la banda de punk pop Boas Teitas.
Elijo hoy Clampdown, temazo del doble London Calling.

CLAMPDOWN
(Strummer/Jones)

1-2-3-4!
Hey, hey!
Ooh!
the kingdom is ransacked
the jewels all taken back
and the chopper descends
they're hidden in the back
with a message on a half-baked tape
with the spool going round
saying im back here in this place
and i could cry
and there's smoke you could click on

What are we gonna do now?
Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew?
’Cos working for the clampdown
They put up a poster saying we earn more than you!
When we're working for the clampdown
We will teach our twisted speech
To the young believers
We will train our blue-eyed men
To be young believers

The judge said five to ten but I say double that again
I'm not working for the clampdown
No man born with a living soul
Can be working for the clampdown
Kick over the wall 'cause government's to fall
How can you refuse it?
Let fury have the hour, anger can be power
D'you know that you can use it?

The voices in your head are calling
Stop wasting your time, there's nothing coming
Only a fool would think someone could save you
The men at the factory are old and cunning
You don't owe nothing, so boy get runnin'
It's the best years of your life they want to steal

But, you grow up and you calm down and
You're working for the clampdown
You start wearing the blue and brown and
You're working for the clampdown
So you got someone to boss around
It makes you feel big now
You drift until you brutalize
You made your first kill now

In these days of evil presidentes
Working for the clampdown
But lately one or two has fully paid their due
For working for the clampdown
Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong!
Working for the clampdown
Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong!
Working for the clampdown

Yeah I’m working hard in Harrisburg
Working hard in Petersburg
Working for the clampdown
Working for the clampdown
Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong
Begging to be melted down
Gitalong, gitalong
Work
Work
And I give away no secrets – ha!
Work
More work
Work
Work

SUSPICIOUS MINDS - ELVIS PRESLEY

2009-08-12T06:27:00.000-07:00

Los miércoles las canciones vivas son de artistas rips. Porque hoy sale al aire RIPS, programa de radio atómika que va de 19:00 a 20:30 por radioatomika.blogspot.com o 106.1
Hoy tendremos una noche dedicada al Rey que esta semana se cumple aniversario de su muerte. Vendrá al estudio Boogie y sus Aceitosos, una gran banda de rockabilly a recrear la primera etapa de Elvis.
Mi etapa preferida es lejos la de los 70, con el traje de charol blanco un poco apretado y sus poses de karate.
Y este tema y especialmente esta interpretación en vivo, es mi preferida.
Larga vida al Rey!

Something change y Babies - JARVIS COCKER

2009-08-04T08:09:00.000-07:00

Después de una semana afuera, volví al blog y estaba medio desmotivado hasta que mi hermana más pequeña me pasó estas dos versiones acústicas de Pulp, hechas por el Jarvis Cocker actual, barbudo y reflexivo. Viendo estos videos además de emocionarme con estos dos temones, me pregunto por qué demonios el sr Cocker negó a Pulp en su paso por Buenos Aires.

SOMETHING CHANGE

I wrote the song two hours before we met.
I didn't know your name or what you looked like yet.
Oh I could have stayed at home and gone to bed.
I could have gone to see a film instead.
You might have changed your mind and seen your friends.
Life could have been very different but then,
something changed.
Do you believe that there's someone up above?
Does he have a timetable directing acts of love?
Why did I write this song on that one day?
Why did you touch my hand and softly say.
Stop asking questions that don't matter anyway.
Just give us a kiss to celebrate here today.
Something changed.
When we woke up that morning we had no way of knowing,
that in a matter of hours we'd change the way we were going.
Where would I be now if we'd never met?
Would I be singing this song to someone else instead?
I dunno but like you said
something changed.

BABIES
Well it happened years ago,
when you lived on Stanhope Road.
We listened to your sister,
when she came home from school,
cos she was two years older,
and she had boys in her room.
We listened outside and heard her.
Alright.
Well that was alright for a while,
but soon I wanted more.
I want to see as well as hear,
and so I hid inside her wardrobe.
And she came round four,
and she was with some kid called David,
from the garage up the road.
I listened outside I heard her.
Alright.

Oh I want to take you home.
I want to give you children.
You might be my girlfriend, yeah.

When I saw you next day,
I really couldn't tell,
cos you might go and tell your mother.
And so you went with Neve,
and Neve was coming on,
and I thought I heard you laughing,
when his Mum and Dad were gone.
I listened outside, I heard you.
Alright.

Oh I want to take you home.
I want to give you children.
You might be my girlfriend, yeah.

Well I guess it couldn't last too long.
I came home one day,
and all her things were gone,
I fell asleep inside.
I never heard her come.
And then she opened up her wardrobe,
and I had to get it on.
Oh, listen
we were on the bed when you came home,
I heard you stop outside the door.
I know you won't believe it's true,
I only went with her 'cos she looks like you.
Oh I want to take you home.
I want to give you children.
You might be my girlfriend, yeah.

LA WOMAN - BILLY IDOL

2009-07-22T05:28:00.000-07:00

Buenas, les recomiendo a los que lean este blog, escuchar RIPS, hoy a las 19 por radio atomika, 106.1 y radioatomika.blogspot.com
Hoy especial Covers de bandas de allá.

Well, I just got into town about an hour ago.
Took a look around see which way the wind blow,
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows.
Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light
Or just another lost angel?
City of Night.
City of Night.
City of Night.
City of Night.
Whoo! C'mon!

L.A. Woman.
L.A. Woman.
L.A. Woman. Sunday afternoon.
L.A. Woman. Sunday afternoon.
L.A. Woman. Sunday afternoon.
Drive thru your suburbs
Into your blues.
Into your blues.
Yeah, yeah.
Into your blues.
Into your blues.
Oh!

I see your hair is burnin'.
Hills are filled with fire.
If they say I never loved you,
You know they are a liar.

Drivin' down your freeways.
Midnight alleys roam .
Cops in cars. The topless bars.
Never saw a woman
So alone.
So alone.
So alone.
So alone.

Motel. Money. Murder. Madness.
Let's change the mood from glad to sadness.

Mr. Mojo Risin'.
Mr. Mojo Risin'.
Mr. Mojo Risin'.
Mr. Mojo Risin'.
Gotta keep on risin'.
Mr. Mojo Risin'.
Mr. Mojo Risin'.
Mr. Mojo Risin'.
Mr. Mojo Risin'.
Mr. Mojo Risin'.
Gotta keep on risin'.
Risin', risin'.
Risin', risin'.
Risin', risin'.
Risin', risin'.
Risin', risin'.
Risin', risin'.

Well, I just got into town about an hour ago.
Took a look around see which way the wind blow,
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows.
Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light
Or just another lost angel?
City of Night.
City of Night.
City of Night.
City of Night.
Oh! Oh!

L.A. Woman.
L.A. Woman.
L.A. Woman.
L.A. Woman.
L.A. Woman.
L.A. Woman.
L.A. Woman..

EL AMIGO EDDIE

2009-07-20T19:29:00.001-07:00

En el día del amigo les dejo varios temas en vivo del amigo de todo el mundo: el gran Eddie Vedder.

Into my arms - Nick Cave

2009-07-14T12:03:00.000-07:00

No lloró hace por lo menos 5 años. Pero si hoy logro concentrarme y escuchar este tema de fondo puedo llegar a lograrlo. Tengo muchas cosas que necesito descargar y mediante el llanto es imposible. Probé con volver a ver los últimos 10 minutos de la Familia Ingalls y con la película Rudy, pero nada. Corkie me produce lo contrario. Los puentes de madison me quedo dormido. Vamos a ver qué pasa con esta melodía del Sr Cave.

INTO MY ARMS
I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms

And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk,like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms

But I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candles burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore

Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms

Mother - Lou Reed

2009-07-06T12:36:00.000-07:00

Un increíble cover que descubrí gracias al adicto Youtube.
Lou Reed demostrando como se puede meter en la piel de Lennon al cantar este desgarrador tema. No apto para almas sensibles y con problemas maternos y paternos sin resolver.

Proud Mary - Credence Clearwater Revival

2009-07-03T05:44:00.000-07:00

Ayer en un pequeño bar, un pequeño gran músico se corrió un poco de su actual banda y se deleitó con un veintenar de covers. Lo bueno que tienen los covers en vivos es que uno vuelve a descubrir y disfrutar esa clàsica canciòn que quizás la tenías abandonada. Me pasó con este himno de CCR que no escuchaba hace muchísimos años. Me volví a enamorar de la canción que injustamente la tenía abandonada en mis años escolares. Es un temón!
De yapa por ser viernes, dejo subida la versión de Elvis, la de Tina y Ike

PROUD MARY
Left a good job in the city,
Workin' for The Man ev'ry night and day,
And I never lost one minute of sleepin',
Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been.

CHORUS:
Big wheel keep on turnin',
Proud Mary keep on burnin',
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.

Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis,
Pumped a lot of pain down in New Orleans,
But I never saw the good side of the city,
'Til I hitched a ride on a river boat queen.

CHORUS

Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.

If you come down to the river,
Bet you gonna find some people who live.
You don't have to worry 'cause you have no money,
People on the river are happy to give.

CHORUS

Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.

Postcards from Paraguay - Mark Knopfler

2009-06-08T19:13:00.000-07:00

Dicen que es aburrido pero por más amargo que parezca, Knofler la descoce toda.
Un gran tema del escocés ex Dire Straits para terminar este lunes agotador y fresco como uva.

POSTCARDS FROM PARAGUAY

One thing was leading to the next
I bit off more than I could chew
I had the power to sign the cheques
It wasn't difficult to do
I couldn't stay and face the music
So many reasons why
I won't be sending postcards
From Paraguay

I robbed a bank full of dinero
A great big mountain of dough
So it was goodbye companero
And cheerio
I couldn't stay and face the music
So many reasons why
I won't be sending postcards
From Paraguay

I never meant to be a cheater
But there was blood on the wall
I had to steal from peter
To pay what I owed to paul
I couldn't stay and face the music
So many reasons why
I won't be sending postcards
From Paraguay.

Rivers of Babylon - The Skatalites

2009-06-07T13:12:00.000-07:00

Y bueno, me colgué, exactamente un mes. Empecé radio y me dediqué al blog del programa. Pero no quería matar canciones vivas asi que estoy para el que siga queriendo disfrutar de temas en vivo.
Hoy una banda para ir a ver este miércoles o viernes en Niceto. Los legendarios Skatalites, una banda que tiene más años que los stones, haciendo un tema aún más viejo que ellos, rivers of babylon.

RIVERS OF BABYLON
By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down;
ye-eah we wept, when we remembered Zion.

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down;
ye-eah we wept, when we remembered Zion.

When the wicked
Carried us away in captivity
Require from us a song -
Now how shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land?

When the wicked
Carried us away in captivity
Requiring of us a song -
Now how shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land?

Let the words of our mouths and the meditation of our hearts
be acceptable in Thy sight here tonight

Let the words of our mouths and the meditation of our hearts
be acceptable in Thy sight here tonight

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down;
ye-eah we wept, when we remembered Zion.

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down
ye-eah we wept, when we remembered Zion.

By the rivers of Babylon (the waters of Babylon)
there we sat down (You got to sing a song)
ye-eah we wept, (Sing a song of love)
when we remember Zion. (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)

By the rivers of Babylon (by the rivers of Babylon)
there we sat down (You hear the people cry)
ye-eah we wept, (They need their God)
when we remember Zion. (Ooh, got the power)

By the rivers of Babylon, (oh yeah yeah)
where we sat down (yeah yeah)
Ye-eah we wept.........

RIPS

2009-05-05T14:00:00.000-07:00

A quien lea este post: el miércoles comienzo un programa de radio en Atómika, www.radioatomika.blogspot.com o 106.1. Un programa dedicado a todos los que no están. Los invito a pasar por ripsradio.blogspot.com y darme una oportunidad jaja.
El programa irá los miércoles de 19 a 2030 y el primero estará dedicado a Luca Prodan. Aprovecho para poner un tema en vivo de Sumo.

REGTEST
Play I some music
I hope I don't come on too strong
You can't refuse it
But you know you might be wrong
You could call it reggae
You couldn't call i t rock and roll
Come on , get ready
'cos there's a big ball going to roll
You'd better get up brother, up brother,
Up brother yeah!
Don't you go too far!
'cos then you'll come down brother,
Down brother, down brother, down yeah!
Like a shooting star.
I had a dream oh yeah, in 1973
I dream a spaceship, come down to deliver me
Well it was big and white
And it had come a long long way
A black star liner?
You know, I could not say
But it took me up brother, up brother
up brother, up brother, yeah
You know, it took me far!
Then it brought me down brother, down brother
Down brother, down brother, down yeah!
Like a shooting star.

May you never - John Martyn

2009-05-03T17:23:00.000-07:00

Terminemos el domingo en paz. Un poco de John Martyn, un verdadero grande que ahora canta desde el cielo, especialmente los domingos a esta hora.

MAY YOU NEVER

May you never lay your head down without a hand to hold
May you never make your bed out in the cold

Just like a great strong brother of mine, you know that I love
you true
You never talk dirty behind my back and I know that there's
those that do
Please, won't you please, won't you bear it in mind
Love is a lesson to learn in our time
Please, won't you please, won't you bear it in mind for me

You're just like a good close sister to me and you know that I
love you true
You hold no blade to stab me in my back and I know that there's
those that do
Please, won't you please, won't you bear it in mind
Love is a lesson to learn in our time
Please, won't you please, won't you bear it in mind for me

May you never lose your temper if you get hit in a bar-room
fight
May you never lose your woman overnig

Memphis Tennessee - Chuck Berry and John Lennon

2009-05-02T10:30:00.000-07:00

John y Chuck. Chuck y John. Maestro y discípulo. Aunque con el tiempo uno haya superado al otro. Un show del año 72. Linda reunión. Lástima los alaridos de Yoko. Siempre Yoko...

Memphis Tennessee

Long distance in formation, give me Memphis Tennessee
Help me find the party trying to get in touch with me
She could not leave her number, but I know who placed the call
'Cause my uncle took the message and he wrote it on the wall

Help me, information, get in touch with my Marie
She's the only one who'd phone me here from Memphis Tennessee
Her home is on the south side, high up on a ridge
Just a half a mile from the Mississippi Bridge

Help me, information, more than that I cannot add
Only that I miss her and all the fun we had
But we were pulled apart because her mom did not agree
And tore apart our happy home in Memphis Tennessee

Last time I saw Marie she's waving me good-bye
With hurry home drops on her cheek that trickled from her eye
Marie is only six years old, information please
Try to put me through to her in Memphis Tennessee

Não Vou me Adaptar - Arnaldo Antunes

2009-04-27T11:54:00.000-07:00

El sábado escuché este disco de Arnaldo Antunes que recomiendo a cualquier amante de la buena música, no solo la brasilera. Es un cd que fue grabado en vivo desde el estudio de grabación, solo para unos pocos amigos presentes. No hay un tema choto. Hay bossas, hay canciones pops alegres, hay invitados, están los tribalistas en dos canciones, hay un par de clásicos. Un disco para tener, guardar y hacerlo play en un día como hoy: lunes.
Esta canción en particular tiene como invitado a Nando Reis, su ex compañero de su ex banda Titas. A disfrutar.

Eu não caibo mais nas roupas que eu cabia
Eu não encho mais a casa de alegria
Os anos se passaram enquanto eu dormia
E quem eu queria bem me esquecia...

Será que eu falei o que ninguém dizia?
Será que eu escutei o que ninguém ouvia?
Eu não vou!
Me adaptar
Não vou!
Me adaptar
Não vou!
Me adaptar, não!
Não vou!
Me adaptar
Não vou!
Me adaptar!

Eu não tenho mais a cara que eu tinha
No espelho essa cara já não é minha
Mas é que quando eu me toquei achei tão estranho
A minha barba estava deste tamanho...

Será que eu falei o que ninguém ouvia?
Será que eu escutei o que ninguém dizia?
Eu não vou!
Me adaptar
Não vou!
Me adaptar
Não vou!
Me adaptar
Não vou!
Me adaptar,
Não vou!
Me adaptar!

Eu não caibo mais nas roupas que eu cabia
Eu não encho mais a casa de alegria
Os anos se passaram enquanto eu dormia
E quem eu queria bem me esquecia...

Eu não tenho mais a cara que eu tinha
No espelho essa cara já não é minha
Mas é que quando eu me toquei achei tão estranho
A minha barba estava deste tamanho...

Será que eu falei o que ninguém ouvia?
Será que eu escutei o que ninguém dizia?
Eu não vou!
Me adaptar
Não vou!
Me adaptar
Eu não vou!
Me adaptar, não vou
Eu não vou!
Não vou me adaptar
Não vou!
Me adaptar!

A nervous tic motion of the head to the left - Andrew Bird

2009-04-23T10:25:00.000-07:00

Andrew Bird es además de violinista, guitarrista y compositor de sus canciones, silbador profesional. Lo demuestra en partes de este gran tema. Uno para tener en cuenta. Salvo que te ponga un poco nervioso la gente que se la pasa silbando. Yo como soy de silbar me gusta como le da a los labios este ave humano.

A nervous tic motion of the head to the left

should've died
(whistling)
Stretched out on a Tarmac
6 miles south of North Platte
He can't stand to look back
16 tons of hazmat
It's what goes undelivered
Undelivered oohhoohh
Bom bom bom bom bom
It's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
It's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left of the what
The head to the left
So exercise yourselves to your bereft
'Cause it's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left of the
Of the, to the...
(Whistling)
Splayed out on the bath-mat
6 miles north of South Platte
He just wants his life back
What's in that paper napsack
It's what goes undelivered
Undelivered oohhoohh
Bom bom bom bom bom
It's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
A nervous tic motion
Of the head...
(Whistling)
...Head to the left
It's a nervous tic motion of the, of the
to the left
It's a nervous tic motion of the head
to the, of the, of the head,
Of the head to the...
Over-imbibed, under the mister
Barely alive, we cover the blisters in flannel
Though the words we speak are banal
Now one of them's a lie
Now one of them's a lie
You're what happens when two substances collide
And by all accounts, you really should've died

I wanna be your dog - Iggy Pop

2009-04-21T12:30:00.000-07:00

Querido Iggy! Lo que daría por ir a un cumpleaños tuyo y tomar cerveza en lata, pisar chizitos, ver una buena película y después flashear con un par de actos de algún mago loco amigo tuyo. Ý que te mames un poco y terminés armando un escenario improvisado en el jardín. Y hagas solo un tema pero con la polenta que solés dar. Dejando el fucking alma sin importar la edad. Y que el tema sea éste. Feliz cumpleaños! A pesar de la edad y de que estamos en una época demasiada sponsoreada, a vos te seguimos creyendo. Sabelo. No quiero ser tu perro pero me encantaría ser tu amigo.

I WANNA BE YOUR DOG
So messed up I want you here
In my room I want you here
Now we're gonna be Face-to-face
And I'll lay right down In my favorite place
And now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Well c'mon
Now I'm ready to close my eyes
And now I'm ready to close my mind
And now I'm ready to feel your hand
And lose my heart on the burning sands
And now I wanna be your dog
And now I wenna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Well c'mon

Out of time man - Mano Negra

2009-04-20T15:56:00.000-07:00

Un poco de luz a este lunes de esta semana que recién empieza. Un lindo tema y muy viejo de Mano Negra, no muy conocido. Quizás una especie de anticipo de lo que sería Manu Chao como solista. En vivo desde Japón.

OUT OF TIME MAN

i m walking out for love
i m walking bad really down
like a cool breeze
i m gonna be late again
"driver wait for me please!"
i m running all in vain
trying to catch this fucking train
"time dont fool me no more"
and i throw my watch to the floor
(it s so lazy)
"time dont do it again"
now i m stressed and strained
in the subway train
now it s half past two
long gone the rendez-vous
now its half past three
time made a fool out of me
now it s half past four
baby cant you see
no use in waiting no more
it s timing tragedy
i think it s nine
when the clock says ten
thes girl wouldnt wait
for the out of time
out of time man

You! Me! Dancing - Los Campesinos

2009-04-19T16:10:00.000-07:00

Esta semana tendremos el poder de transformar un martes en sábado a la noche. Lo único que necesitaremos es un poco de plata y mandarnos a la trastienda a ver esta banda galesa bien festera llamada Los Campesinos. Encima es en La Trastienda.

YOU! ME! DANCING
The beats yeah,
they were coming out the speakers and rewinding up,
straight in your sneakers
and I'm dancing like every song
who spends his bizzle like all my dance heros would if they existed.

And it's sad that you think that we're all just sceensters
and even if we were its not the senior thinking of,
to taking props from like these boy band fashions,
all crop tops and testosterone passion.

If there's one thing that I could never confess,
it's that I can't dance or sing or step.

It's you.
It's me.
And there's dancing! (x2)

Not sure if you mind if I dance with you
but right now I don't think you care about anything.
And oh if only there were clothes on the floor,
I'd feel for certain I was bedroom dancing.
And it's all flaming limbs at the front line.
Every single one of us is twisted by design
and dispatches from the back of mind,
just as long as were here everything is alright.

If there's one thing that I could never confess,
it's that I can't dance or sing or step.

It's you.
It's me.
And there's dancing! (x2)

Blue in the face + NYC Man - Lou Reed

2009-04-16T06:03:00.000-07:00

Hoy en jueves soundtrack un fragmento de una pelìcula que no veo hace mucho tiempo ya que nunca la conseguí, BLUE IN THE FACE, una peli un poco improvisada acerca de Nueva York y el cigarrillo, entre otros temas. Trabaja una variedad muy heterógenea, desde Michael Fox hasta Lou Reed y Jim Jarmusch. El guión es del gran Paul Auster y la dirigió Wayne Wang, allá a mitad de los 90. Se filmó en un recreo de otra película genial que se llamó SMOKE.
Les dejo un buen fragmento que encontré: imperdible lo de Lou Reed hablando de NYC(de gran melena) y el diálogo entre Harvey Kietel y Jim Jarmusch acerca del primer y último cigarrillo. Luego les dejo uno de los tantos temas que escribió el viejo Lou para su ciudad preferida: NYC Man. Un post para los que aman Nueva York.

NYC MAN
It can only lead to trouble if you break my heart
If you accidentally crush it on the ides of March
I'd prefer you were straight forward
You don't have to go through all of that
I'm a New York city man, baby
Say "go" and that is that
New York city man, you just say "go" and that is that
I'm a New York city man, you just
say "go" and that is that
It's far too complicated to make up a lie
That you'd have to remember and really why
I wouldn't want to be around you
If you don't want to have me around
I'm a M-A-N-N man
Slink your eyes and I'll gone
I'm a M-A-N-N man, slink your eyes,
honey, I love you, and I'll gone
New York city man, slink your eyes and I'll gone
Brutus made a pretty speech but Caesar was betrayed
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Lady Macbeth went crazy but Macbeth ended slain
Ophelia and Desdamona dead leaving Hamlet in a play
But I'm no Lear with blinded eyes
Say " go " and I am gone
The stars have shut their eyes up tight
The earth has changed it's course
A Kingdom sits on a black knight's back
As he tries to mount a white jeweled horse
While a clock full of butterflies on the hour
Releases a thousand moths
You say " leave" and I'll be gone
Without any remorse
No letters faxes phones or tears
There's a difference between
Bad and worse
I'm a New York city man, blink your eyes and I'll be gone
New York city - man, blink your eyes and I'll be gone
New York city, I love you, New York city man
New York city, I love you, blink
your eyes and I'll be gone
Just a little grain of sand
New York city, ooohhh, I love you
New York city, baby, blink your eyes and I'll be gone
I love you

Sweet thing - Van Morrison

2009-04-15T08:33:00.000-07:00

Ese lugar que aún no conozco, un whisky de un amigo, un amanecer con una mujer, un viaje al pasado a un lugar de mucha montaña, una noche de luna y mucha nube, el silencio cómodo, los recuerdos de los que ya no están, diapositivas sobre una pared a maltraer, un bar desprolijamente cálido. Algo de eso es lo que me inspira la voz de este gran señor.

SWEET THING
And I will stroll the merry way
And jump the hedges first
And I will drink the clear
Clean water for to quench my thirst
And I shall watch the ferry-boats
And they'll get high
On a bluer ocean
Against tomorrow's sky
And I will never grow so old again
And I will walk and talk
In gardens all wet with rain

Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
My, my, my, my, my sweet thing
And I shall drive my chariot
Down your streets and cry
'Hey, it's me, I'm dynamite
And I don't know why'
And you shall take me strongly
In your arms again
And I will not remember
That I even felt the pain.
We shall walk and talk
In gardens all misty and wet with rain
And I will never, never, never
Grow so old again.

Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
My, my, my, my, my sweet thing
And I will raise my hand up
Into the night time sky
And count the stars
That's shining in your eye
Just to dig it all an' not to wonder
That's just fine
And I'll be satisfied
Not to read in between the lines
And I will walk and talk
In gardens all wet with rain
And I will never, ever, ever, ever
Grow so old again.
Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
Sugar-baby with your champagne eyes