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Ooooooooooooostras!

Ya os dije en un post anterior que empezaba a tener dudas sobre si las canciones que ponía estaban repetidas o no... De todos modos hemos aguantado mucho tiempo sin repetirnos, y creo que no puedo hacer nada más que aplaudir y admirar a I don't, que es una limaaaaaaaaaa! No dejas escapar ni una!!!

Para celebrar tan grande logro, un tema del Wandering Spirit de Mick Jagger y un tema de Kenny Wayne. Espero que os gusten...

MICK JAGGER - Don't tear me up

Life is rich, but it's way too short

You make a lot of money, but you just want more

I don't need the pain right here in my heart

But I hate every minute when we're so far apart

It was love in a minute, it was love in a flash

It brings me no pleasure, just a stab in the back

It brings me no comfort, it brings me no peace

A weight on my shoulder, it's a fatal disease

So don't tear me up

I don't ever wanna see your picture again

And don't poison my blood

I don't ever wanna see your face here no more

Gonna finish it quick, gonna finish it clean

Don't wanna be bitter. I don't wanna be mean

I feel like we're driving down a dead-end street

I've come so far I wanna crash the car

I wanna land right on my feet

I said don't tear me up

I don't ever wanna see your picture again

I said don't tear me up

I don't ever wanna see your face here no more

But I dream of you constantly, you'll be my angel of light

And in the dark rooms of sleeplessness

You'll be my lover each night

Life is a bitch, it's way too short

Unlike a politician it just can't be bought

Think about the tenderness, and think about the craziness

And if you ever wanna hate me come and

Stick a knife right in my chest

I said don't tear me up

I don't ever wanna see your picture again

I said don't tear me up

I don't ever wanna see your face here no more

I said don't tear me up

I said don't tear me up

I said don't poison my blood

I don't ever wanna see your picture again

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KENNY WAYNE SHEPERD BAND - Last goodbye

Long before your rusted chains

Busted walls and barbed wire cage

Tried to hold me down

Time was just a fist of change

Tossed in the water just incase

You ever came around

I could lose myself

I could curse like hell

But I’ve lost the will to even try

If you ever doubt listen to the sound

No lies

No, no, no

This is my last goodbye

Pardon me if I appear

To see beyond the now and here

To try and save myself

I’m not the kind of them to blame

But I can take more of the same

Livin’ on your shelf

I could lose myself

I could curse like hell

But I’ve lost the will to even try

If you ever doubt listen to the sound

No lies

No, no, no

This is my last goodbye

Door closes

Another one opens

I feel the cold wind blowing

Over me

Long gone

But not forgotten

I might be lost

I might be finally free

I’m finally free

Long before your rusted chains

Busted walls and barbed wire cage

Tried to hold me down

Time was just a fist of change

Tossed in the water just incase

You ever came around

I could lose myself

I could curse like hell

But I’ve lose the will to even try

If you ever doubt

Listen to the sound

No lies

No, no, no

This is my last goodbye

This is my last goodbye

Yes, it is

Yes, it is

Salut!

Hola hola hoooola... Lo estaba viendo en un reportaje por la tele, y pensé por qué no poner las letras de dos mitos de la música? A ver si os gustan...

OTTIS REDING - The dock of the bay

Sittin' in the mornin sun

I'll be sittin when the evenin' come

Watchin the ships roll in

Then I watch 'em roll away again

Yea

I'm sittin on the dock of the bay

watchin the time roll away

Ooh

I'm just sittin on the dock of the bay

Wastin' time

I left my home in Georgia

Headed for the Frisco Bay

Cause I had nothin to live for

And look Like nothin's gonna come my way

So I'm just goin to sit on the dock of the bay

Watchin the time roll away

Ooh

I'm sittin on the dock the dock of the bay wastin time

Look pop nothin's goin to change

everything still remains the same

I can't do what ten people tell me to do

So I guess I'll remain the same

Yes

Sittin' here restin my bones

And this loneliness won't leave me alone

Yes

2000 miles I roam

Just to make this dock my home

Now I'm jus' gon' sit at the dock of a bay

watchin the time roll away

Ooh

Sittin On the dock of the bay wastin' time

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ERIC CLAPTON - River of tears

It's three miles to the river

That would carry me away,

And two miles to the dusty street

That I saw you on today.

It's four miles to my lonely room

Where I will hide my face,

And about half a mile to the downtown bar

That I ran from in disgrace.

Lord, how long have I got to keep on running,

Seven hours, seven days or seven years?

All I know is, since you've been gone

I feel like I'm drowning in a river,

Drowning in a river of tears.

Drowning in a river.

Feel like I'm drowning,

Drowning in a river.

In three more days, I'll leave this town

And disappear without a trace.

A year from now, maybe settle down

Where no one knows my face.

I wish that I could hold you

One more time to ease the pain,

But my time's run out and I got to go,

Got to run away again.

Still I catch myself thinking,

One day I'll find my way back here.

You'll save me from drowning,

Drowning in a river,

Drowning in a river of tears.

Drowning in a river.

Feels like I'm drowning,

Drowning in the river.

Lord, how long must this go on?

Drowning in a river,

Drowning in a river of tears.

Salut!

Hola!

Como he visto que el post de la agenda de conciertos ha quedado un poco abandonado, aprovecho y os dejo la noticia aquí, para quien le interese: el 7 de abril, MARK KNOPFLER en el Palau Sant Jordi. Parece que es el único concierto en España... y yo estaré allí para verlo

Después de esto, y corroborando el buen gusto del personal en canciones, amplio el repertorio de Bob Dylan... No sé si os está ocurriendo, pero estoy empezando a tener recuerdos vagos sobre las canciones que están puestas y las que no... La canción será un poco larga, pero me gusta mucho...

BOB DYLAN - Changing of the guards

Sixteen years,

Sixteen banners united over the field

Where the good shepherd grieves.

Desperate men, desperate women divided,

Spreading their wings 'neath the falling leaves.

Fortune calls.

I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace,

Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down.

She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born,

On midsummer's eve, near the tower.

The cold-blooded moon.

The captain waits above the celebration

Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid

Whose ebony face is beyond communication.

The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.

They shaved her head.

She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo.

A messenger arrived with a black nightingale.

I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow,

Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.

I stumbled to my feet.

I rode past destruction in the ditches

With the stitches still mending 'neath a heart-shaped tattoo.

Renegade priests and treacherous young witches

Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you.

The palace of mirrors

Where dog soldiers are reflected,

The endless road and the wailing of chimes,

The empty rooms where her memory is protected,

Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times.

She wakes him up

Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking

Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks.

She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking.

He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks.

Gentlemen, he said,

I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes,

I've moved your mountains and marked your cards

But Eden is burning, either brace yourself for elimination

Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.

Peace will come

With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire

But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall

And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating

Between the King and the Queen of Swords.

Salut!

Uaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Paint it black, cómo me gusta! Muy buena elección, sí señor... Mmmmm, y give me one reason... deliciosa con Clapton diciendo "Baby I got your number and I know that you got mine"

No sé si ya la puse, pero ésta de los Stones también me encanta, y bueno, és más que una canción, je je B)

THE ROLLING STONES - Memory Motel

Hannah honey was a peachy kind of girl

Her eyes were hazel

And her nose were slightly curved

We spent a lonely night at the Memory Motel

It's on the ocean, I guess you know it well

It took a starry to steal my breath away

Down on the water front

Her hair all drenched in spray

Hannah baby was a honey of a girl

Her eyes were hazel

And her teeth were slightly curved

She took my guitar and she began to play

She sang a song to me

Stuck right in my brain

You're just a memory of a love

That used to be

You're just a memory of a love

That used to mean so much to me

She got a mind of her own

And she use it well

Well she's one of a kind

She's got a mind

She got a mind of her own

And she use it mighty fine

She drove a pick-up truck

Painted green and blue

The tires were wearing thin

She turned a mile or two

When I asked her where she headed for

"Back up to Boston I'm singing in a bar"

I got to fly today on down to Baton Rouge

My nerves are shot already

The road ain't all that smooth

Across in Texas is the rose of San Antone

I keep on a feeling that's gnawing in my bones

You're just a memory of a love

That used to mean so much to me

You're just a memory girl

You're just a sweet memory

And it used to mean so much to me

Sha la la la la

She got a mind of her own

And she use it well

Mighty fine, she's one of a kind

On the seventh day my eyes were all a glaze

We've been ten thousand miles

Been in fifteen states

Every woman seemed to fade out of my mind

I hit the bottle and hit the sack and cried

What's all this laughter on the 22nd floor

It's just some friends of mine

And they're busting down the door

Been a lonely night at the Memory Motel

Salut!

Buenas!

No creía que modificando mi post se hubiera levantado tanta polvareda... No era mi intención, pero el hecho fue que como me supo mal que los comentarios fueran de coña sarcástica (ahora, que tampoco espero grandes filosofadas ), opté por cortarlo así a lo bruto, creyendo que alguien pasaría de todo y pondría otro post detrás que lo "redireccionara" todo un poco.

Nada, que no tenemos que ponernos piedras en el hígado por eso, pero lo que parece claro es que lo que se dice en medios como éste puede ser interpretado de mil maneras...

Hala, a cuidarse!

Parece que esto vuelve a tener vidilla!!

Y aquí todo el mundo con realmente muy buen gusto... Jaimsg, The End, cómo podía faltar!

Hoy os pongo uno de los mayores éxitos de Tracy Chapman, a ver qué tal...

TRACY CHAPMAN - Fast Car

you got a fast car

and I want a ticket to anywhere

maybe we make a deal

maybe together we can get somewhere

any place is better

starting from zero got nothing to loose

maybe we'll make something

but me myself I got nothing to prove

you got a fast car

and I got a plan to get us outta here

I been working at the convenience store

managed to save a little bit of money

we wont have to drive too far

just 'cross the border and into the city

you and I can both get jobs

and finally see what it means to be living

you see my old man's got a problem

he lives with the bottle that's the way it is

he says his body's to old for working

his body's young to look like his

my mama went off and left him

she wanted more to life than he could give

I said somebody's got to take care of him

so I quit school and that's what I did

you got a fast car

but is it fast enough so we can fly away we gotta make a decision

we leave tonight or live and die this way

I remember we were driving driving in your car

the speed so fast I felt like I was drunk

city lights lay out before us

and your arm felt nice wrapped round my shoulder

and I had a feeling that I belonged

and I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

you got a fast car

and we go cruising to entertain ourselves

you still ain't got a job

and I work in a market as a check out girl

I know things will get better

you'll find work and I'll get promoted

we'll move out of the shelter

buy a big house and live in the suburbs

you got a fast car

and I got a job that pays all our bills

you stay out drinking late at the bar

see more of your friends than you do of your kids

I'd always hoped for better

thought maybe together you and me would find it

I got no plans I ain't going nowhere

so take your fast car and keep on driving

you got a fast car

but is it fast enough so you could fly away

you gotta make a decision

you leave tonight or live and die this way

Salut!

Ostras I don't... muchas gracias por todo Ahora almenos ya veo que valió la pena!

"La utopía es como el horizonte: está allí, a lo lejos.

Camino un paso y ella se aleja un paso.

Camino dos pasos y ella se aleja dos pasos.

Camino diez pasos y ella se aleja diez pasos.

... Se aleja...

¿Para qué sirve la utopía?

Sirve para eso... Para caminar"

Espero que ésta también os guste... Supongo que la valentía es ser capaz de levantarte tantas veces como sea necesario después de caer...

Salut!

me estás demostrando que eres la persona con mejor gusto musical en el foro, con todos mis respetos hacia el resto

Caramba I don't, me acabas de alegrar el día!!!

Gracias por lo de ser la persona con mejor gusto musical, pero... ¿estás seguro? Eso es señal que tu también eres de los míos!!! Aunque... quizá todo sea a que tengo buenos maestros, que cada día me enseñan un poco más.

Hoy toca una canción reivindicativa, censurada a muchos niveles y por mucho, mucho tiempo...

THE ROLLING STONES - Highwire

We sell 'em missiles, We sell 'em tanks

We give 'em credit, You can call up the bank

It's just a business, You can pay us in crude

(That's oil you know...)

You’ll love these toys, just go play out your feuds

We got no pride, don't know whose boots to lick

We act so greedy, makes me sick sick sick

So get up, stand up, out of my way

I want to talk to the boss right away

Get up, stand up, whose gonna pay

I want to talk to the man right away

We walk the highwire

Sending men to the front line

Hoping they don't catch the hell-fire

Of hot guns and cold, cold lies

We walk the highwire

Sending the men up to the front lines

And tell 'em to hotbed the sunshine

With hot guns and cold, cold lies

Our lives are threatened, our jobs at risk

Sometimes dictators need a slap on the wrist

Another Munich we just can't afford

We're gonna send in the 82nd Airborne

Get up, stand up, who's gonna pay

I wanna talk to the boss right away

Get up, stand up, outta my way

I wanna talk to the man right away

We walk the highwire

Putting the world out on a dead lie

And hoping they don't taste the shell-fire

Of hot guns and cold, cold lies

We walk the highwire

Putting the world out on a dead lie

Catching the fight on a primetime

With hot guns and cold, cold lies

Get up! Stand up!

Dealer! Stealer!

Hey!

We walk the highwire

We're sending men to the front line

And hoping that we backed the right side

With hot guns and cold, cold lies

We walk the highwire

We sending the men up to the front lines

And hoping they don't catch the hell-fire

With hot guns and

Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold lies ..

We walk the highwire

We walk the highwire

With hot guns and cold, cold, cold lies.

Salut!

Buenas!

Hoy seguimos con Credence Clearwater Revival, y con una canción que, pese a no tener nada en especial, a mí me gusta mucho.

CREDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL - Have you ever seen the rain

Someone told me long ago There's a calm before the storm,

I know; It's been comin' for some time.

When it's over, so they say, It'll rain a sunny day,

I know; Shinin' down like water.

I want to know, Have you ever seen the rain?

I want to know, Have you ever seen the rain

Comin' down on a sunny day?

Yesterday, and days before, Sun is cold and rain is hard,

I know; Been that way for all my time.

'Til forever, on it goes Through the circle, fast and slow,

I know; It can't stop, I wonder.

I want to know, Have you ever seen the rain?

I want to know, Have you ever seen the rain

Comin' down on a sunny day?

Yeah!

I want to know, Have you ever seen the rain?

I want to know, Have you ever seen the rain

Comin' down on a sunny day?

Salut!

Hoooolaz!

Habéis conseguido que me lea todo el tema enterito de arriba a abajo... Y me habéis hecho pensar... ¿Holden, me dejas sentar?

Pues eso, que ahora mismo lo que necesito de verdad es un abrazo, que estoy blandita.

Salut!

Edito: he optado por quitar el cuento del post que puse... en vista que sería mejor que no lo hubiese puesto...

Hala, a cuidarse

Estoy con Vaninka... Parece que lo que hace que no querramos volver a algún sitio es alguna mala experiencia que recordamos y relacionamos con ese lugar... Por ejemplo, yo no volvería a Wroclaw, porque lo pasamos bastante mal en la estación esperando a que se hiciese de día, y estábamos tan cansadas que todo lo veíamos igual... Y cuando a golpe caliente pensé en no volver nunca más a Budapest, creo que me equivoqué, pues no la pude aprovechar tanto como pude porque estaba en un bajón de los serios... A Budapest tendré que volver para recuperarme del disgusto, je je

Salut!

¡Ya estoy aquííííííí!

Sigo con las canciones para subir el ánimo... A ver qué os parece

BON JOVI - Livin' on a prayer

Once upon a time

Not so long ago

Tommy used to work on the docks

Union’s been on strike

He’s down on his luck...it’s tough, so tough

Gina works the diner all day

Working for her man, she brings home her pay

For love - for love

She says we’ve got to hold on to what we’ve got

’cause it doesn’t make a difference

If we make it or not

We’ve got each other and that’s a lot

For love - we’ll give it a shot

Whooah, we’re half way there

Livin’ on a prayer

Take my hand and we’ll make it - I swear

Livin’ on a prayer

Tommy’s got his six string in hock

Now he’s holding in what he used

To make it talk - so tough, it’s tough

Gina dreams of running away

When she cries in the night

Tommy whispers baby it’s okay, someday

We’ve got to hold on to what we’ve got

’cause it doesn’t make a difference

If we make it or not

We’ve got each other and that’s a lot

For love - we’ll give it a shot

Whooah, we’re half way there

Livin’ on a prayer

Take my hand and we’ll make it - I swear

Livin’ on a prayer

We’ve got to hold on ready or not

You live for the fight when it’s all that you’ve got

Whooah, we’re half way there

Livin’ on a prayer

Take my hand and we’ll make it - I swear

Livin’ on a prayer

Woooolaz!

Hoy toca queen, una canción para subir los ánimos... Doooooon't stop meeeee nooooow!

QUEEN - Don't stop me now

Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time

I feel alive and the world it's turning inside out Yeah!

I'm floating around in ecstasy

So don't stop me now don't stop me

'Cause I'm having a good time having a good time

I'm a shooting star leaping through the skies

Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity

I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva

I'm gonna go go go

There's no stopping me

I'm burning through the skies Yeah!

Two hundred degrees

That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit

I'm trav'ling at the speed of light

I wanna make a supersonic man of you

Don't stop me now I'm having such a good time

I'm having a ball don't stop me now

If you wanna have a good time just give me a call

Don't stop me now ('Cause I'm having a good time)

Don't stop me now (Yes I'm having a good time)

I don't want to stop at all

I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars

On a collision course

I am a satellite I'm out of control

I am a sex machine ready to reload

Like an atom bomb about to

Oh oh oh oh oh explode

I'm burning through the skies Yeah!

Two hundred degrees

That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit

I'm trav'ling at the speed of light

I wanna make a supersonic woman out of you

Don't stop me don't stop me don't stop me

Hey hey hey!

Don't stop me don't stop me

Ooh ooh ooh (I like it)

Don't stop me have a good time good time

Don't stop me don't stop me

Ooh ooh Alright

I'm burning through the skies Yeah!

Two hundred degrees

That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit

I'm trav'ling at the speed of light

I wanna make a supersonic woman of you

Don't stop me now I'm having such a good time

I'm having a ball don't stop me now

If you wanna have a good time

Just give me a call

Don't stop me now ('Cause I'm having a good time)

Don't stop me now (Yes I'm having a good time)

I don't wanna stop at all

Hala, seguimos para bingo.

Salut!

Pues parece que yo también me parezco más a Aragorn, y después a Merry...

"No es oro todo lo que reluce, ni toda la gente errante anda perdida; a las raíces profundas no llega la escarcha; el viejo vigoroso no se marchita. De las cenizas subiré un fuego, y una luz asomaré en las sombras; el descoronado seré de nuevo rey, forjaré otra vez la espada rota."

Caramba...

Salut!

Hoooolaquetal familia!

El domingo pasado, en la revista de los domingos de el País encontré un artículo sobre compañías de vuelos baratos... Aquí tenéis todas las direcciones que daban:

www.maerskair.com

www.meridiana.com

www.jet2.com

www.airlengus.com

www.volareweb.com

www,germanwings.com

www.virginexpress.com

www.airmadrid.com

www.airberlin.com

www.vueling.com

www.easyjet.com

www.ryanair-com

La gente ha ido diciendo muchas más, así que creo que de momento ya tenemos un buen catálogo de empresas para escoger... Por cierto, Vaninka, gracias por lo de los vuelos a Praga!

Salut!

Seguimossss... Ahora con Lenny Kravitz... Otra canción que recuerda a un momento muy especial...

AGAIN - Lenny Kravitz

I've been searching for you

I heard a cry within my soul

I've never had a yearning quite like this before

Now that you are walking right through my door

All of my life

Where have you been?

I wonder if I'll ever see you again

And if that day comes

I know we could win

I wonder if I'll ever see you again

A sacred gift of heaven

For better, worse, wherever

And I would never let somebody break you down

Nor take your crown, never

All of my life

Where have you been?

I wonder if I'll ever see you again

And if that day comes

I know we could win

I wonder if I'll ever see you again

I walked through time I've always known

That you were there, upon your throne

A lonely queen without her king

I longed for you, my love forever

All of my life

Where have you been?

I wonder if I'll ever see you again

And if that day comes

I know we could win

I wonder if I'll ever see you again

Siguienteeeeeeeeeeeeee

Salut!!

Waiba... Resulta que ayer colgué un par de cancioncitas más y no salen... Bueno, continuamos con la saga de Clapton, acompañado de Lou Reed...

BADGE - Eric Clapton + George Harrison

Thinkin' 'bout the times you drove in my car.

Thinkin' that I might have drove you too far.

And I'm thinkin' 'bout the love that you laid on my table.

I told you not to wander 'round in the dark.

I told you 'bout the swans, that they live in the park.

Then I told you 'bout our kid, now he's married to Mabel.

Yes, I told you that the light goes up and down.

Don't you notice how the wheel goes 'round?

And you better pick yourself up from the ground

Before they bring the curtain down,

Yes, before they bring the curtain down.

Talkin' 'bout a girl that looks quite like you.

She didn't have the time to wait in the queue.

She cried away her life since she fell off the cradle.

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PERFECT DAY - Lou Reed

Just a perfect day

drink sangria in a park

and then later

when it gets dark we go home

Just a perfect day

feed animals in the zoo

and then later a movie, too

and then home

Oh it's such a perfect day

I'm glad I spend it with you

oh such a perfect dayyou just keep me hangin on

you just keep me hangin on

just a perfect day

problems are left to know

Weekenders all night long

it's such fun

just a perfect day

you make me forget myself

I thought I was someone else

someone good

Hala, a engorgar el gretesjí!

Salut!

Ayyy, que esto se está quedando muerto....

Yo sigo con lo mío, je je Ahora una canción de un grupo sudamericano que se llama "Los auténticos Decadentes".... Otro himno oficial de un viaje memorable, je je

LA GUITARRA - Los Auténticos Decadentes

Tuve un problema de difícil solución

En una época difícil de mi vida

Estaba entre la espada y la pared

Y aguantando la opinión de mi familia

Yo no quería una vida normal

No me gustaban los horarios de oficina

Mi espíritu rebelde se reía

Del dinero, del lujo y el comfort

Y tuve una revelación

Ya se que quiero en esta vida

Voy a seguir mi vocación

Será la música mi techo y mi comida

Porque yo

No quiero trabajar,

No quiero ir a estudiar

No me quiero casar

Quiero tocar la guitarra todo el día

Y que la gente se enamore de mi voz

Porque yo

No quiero trabajar

No quiero ir a estudiar

No me quiero casar

Y en la cabeza tenia

La voz de mi viejo

Que me sonaba como

Un rulo de tambor

Vos

Mejor que te afeites

Mejor que madures, mejor que labores

Ya me cansé de que me tomes la cerveza

Te voy a dar con la guitarra en la cabeza

Vos

Mejor que te afeites

Mejor que madures, mejor que labores

Ya me cansé de ser tu fuente de dinero

Voy a ponerte esa guitarra de sombrero

Y tuve una revelación

Ya se que quiero en esta vida

Voy a seguir mi vocación

Será la música mi techo y mi comida

Porque yo

No quiero trabajar

No quiero ir a estudiar

No me quiero casar

Quiero tocar la guitarra todo el día

Y que la gente se enamore de mi voz

Porque yo

No quiero trabajar

No quiero ir a estudiar

No me quiero casar

Y en la cabeza tenia

La voz de mi viejo

Que me sonaba como

Un rulo de tambor

Vos

Mejor que te afeites

Mejor que madures, mejor que labores

Ya me cansé de que me tomes la cerveza

Te voy a dar con la guitarra en la cabeza

Vos

Mejor que te afeites

Mejor que madures, mejor que labores

Ya me cansé de ser tu fuente de dinero

Voy a ponerte esa guitarra de sombrero

Vengaaaaa, que este post no va nada mal para culturizarse musicalmenteeeeee

Nunca había pensado en que las cadenas de posts pueden tener límite... Creía que como llega un punto que nadie dice nada nuevo, pues se paran y al cabo del tiempo desaparecen... Y que conste que no colaboro en esto por un alto grado del friquismo...

8800 y pico... joer

Salut!

1. Nombre completo: esther

2. Apodos: xula, moc, Sam, ter...

3. Cuidad de origen: Mollerussa mon amour

4. Escuelas y Carrera (si aplica): Historia del Arte en la Universitat de Lleida

5. Ropa Interior: braaaaagas

6. Color de ropa interior favorito: NARANJA

7. Tocino o Salchichas: emmm... la longaniza de la carnicería del pueblo

8. Aderezo favorito: curry... no soy muy salsera que digamos, muchas cosas me las como a palo seco

9. Bebidas favoritas: agua, cerveza, leche

10. Desodorante: sanex

11. Shampoo o acondicionador favorito: pantene

12. ¿Has nadado desnudo/a? : sí

13. ¿Te burlas de la gente? : sin mala intención, aunque a veces mi sarcasmo es muy jevi

14. Color(es) favorito(s): naranjito y verde

15. ¿Has sido encontrado culpable de algún crimen? : de momento no, soy una chica buena

16. Mejores amigos/as: ellos lo saben

17. Una almohada o dos: una, y muchas veces, ninguna

18. Mascotas: ya no... snif, snif

19. Película favorita: uf uf... american beauty, por decir alguna

20. Música: después del sexo y las drogas... rock 'n' roll, je je... Aunque soy muy tolerante con la música

21. Hobbies: dormir, la música, leer, viajar, vaguear, ir al monte, nadar...

22. Coche ideal: mientras no sea un cuatro latas y tire, ya me va bien. He visto un rover que no está nada mal...

23. Coche real: seat toledo, el de casa

24. Palabras o frases que usas: pasa nen!, hoooolaquetal, paaaaaio...

25. Comida favorita: caragols a la llauna, los canelones de la tía, unos dulces que se llaman orelletes, arroz con leche, chocolate...

26. Loción o perfume favorito: oceanus, de the body shop

27. Amor cibernético: de momento, nadie. Aunque soy tímida, prefiero el mundo real

28. Futura novia/novio: mmmm... yo estoy de vacaciones todo el año!!!!

29. ¿Te consideras sexy? : marylin monroe era un sex symbol de su época. Tengo similitudes con marylin de cuello para abajo...

30. Amor platónico: uuuuuy... más que platónico, dejado ir... Y hay más de uno...

31. ¿Te llevas bien con tus Padres?: Pues sí, aunque a veces tenemos nuestros roces

32. Ciudad o país en la que se te antojaria vagar: vagaría por el mundo entero, especialmente Praga, los países nórdicos, áfrica negra, el tibet, australia, las islas del pacífico, la tierra del fuego...

33. Helado favorita: café, vainilla, limón

34. Soda favorita: aceptamos tónica?

bebida alcohólica: ron, cerveza y whiskey... (este último sólo en chupito y para rematar grandes ocasiones)

35. Hora a la que te duermes: entre las 12 y la 1... Los fines de semana... cuando sale el sol...

36. Zapatos favoritos: mis superchirucas, o en su defecto, sandalias

37. Canción favorita: fuaaaaaaaaaa... Esto es complicado... Me quedo con el Bell bottom blues de Eric Clapton

39. Website favorito: dejando aparte las webs de cyberseeeeeejem, ésta.

40. Materia favorita en la escuela: historia del arte, pero no plástica, je je

41. Deporte que más te gusta ver? : f1, motociclismo, baloncesto, natación

42. Deportes favoritos para practicar? : baloncesto y sillón-bola

43. Momento más humillante: mejor no recordarlo

44. Persona más loca o simple que conoces: uuuuuuuuf... El personaje en cuestión ya lo sabe

45. Día festivo o época favorita: cualquiera de las fechas señaladas de navidad porque nos reunimos toda la familia, Para mí, me gusta mucho el día del patrón de la facultad, je je. Época del año... la verdad es que todas tienen su bueno y su malo... Me quedo con todas, je je

46. Que buscas en el sexo que te gusta: que qué busco en el sexo que me gusta o qué busco que me guste en el sexo?

48. ¿Coleccionas algo?: entradas a conciertos y postales

49. ¿Qué fobias tienes?: a la oscuridad, a las agujas

50. Di algo bueno acerca de la persona que contestó primero que tu: I don't... parece buena persona, con sentido del humor... Lamento no conocerle personalmente...

51. ¿Consideras que tienes enemigos?: alguien debe odiarme y practicar vudú conmigo, seguro

52. ¿has tenido algo que ver con la novia/o de un amigo/a?: bueno, no era realmente novio de nadie peeeeeero...

53. Tiempo que me tardo en arreglarme?: pues poquito. Con media hora o 20 minutos estoy lista

54. ¿Te consideras superior a los demás?: rotundamente no.

55. Libro favorito: el principito, la sonrisa etrusca, entre otros

56. Revista favorita: ahora leo bastante la rolling stone, y revistas específicas de arte e historia, pero no suelo comprarlas... Son caras y el horno no está para bollos de éstos

57. Programa de TV favorito: No tengo demasiado tiempo de ver la tele... Tendré que quedarme con el culebrón de TV3?

58. Playa Favorita: esa mítica playa de Croacia... qué recuerdos...

59. ¿cuanto das de propina?: depende!

60. ¿que opinas de la política?: como el gran hermano... está en casi todas partes

61. ¿Frío o calor?:soporto mejor el calor, pero prefiero el frío, y mira que lo paso mal... seré masoca?

62. Carta o e-mail? : depende del objetivo del mismo

63. ¿El amigo(a) que es más mentiroso(a) o Hipócrita? : cuando lo descubra tendré mis dudas acerca de si es mi amigo, aunque hay segundas oportunidades

64. Grupo Musical o cantante favorito: demasiados... Me quedo con Eric Clapton y The Rolling Stones, entre muuuchos otros

65. ¿Cuantos años tienes?: 20

66. ¿Cómo eres físicamente?: altura cachonda, pelo oscuro largo y rizado, ojos oscuros, brazos y piernas largos... con bastante carne enmedio, je je

67. ¿Cómo eres mentalmente?: tímida según para qué, solitaria, servicial, trabajadora, soy buena persona, espero

68. ¿Eres sentimental?: sí

69. ¿Te gustan las flores?: puessí

70. ¿Cómo te gusta que te traten?: con respeto y amabilidad

71. ¿que tipo de persona te puede conquistar?: uuuuuuuy... Me conquistará con su voz, sus palabras, sus ojos y sus manos

72. Musica para Bailar: por qué a los chicos no os gusta bailar? mi religión me prohíbe bailar

73. ¿Te arrepientes de algo?: de algunas cosas, pero ahora ya no sirve de nada

74. Actor / Actriz favoritos: ostras, pues la verdad es que ahora mismo no me viene nadie...

75. Dinero que traes ahorita en las bolsas: en el bolsillo tengo ahora mismo 4.65elfos

78. Fantasia Sexual: si tú supieras y yo te contara...

79. lo que mas odias: las críticas destructivas y con mala leche, que la gente hable sin conocimiento de causa , la violencia...

80. lo que nunca harías: traicionar

Juer, vaya test! He tardado más de media hora entre pitos y flautas... Hay un refrigerio a la llegada? He aprobado? Qué cansancio, pero voy a seguir mirando posts, je je...

Salut!

Corto... no me negarás que el trozo de instrumental que hay detrás del wonderful tonight del one more car está muy bien, como el del layla... Ahora, mejor verlo en concierto, eso sí... Yo ya era feliz en oír el bell bottom blues como tercer tema de esa noche...

Y ahora, una de Phill Collins, hala

SOMETHING HAPPENED ON THE WAY TO HEAVEN - Phill Collins

We had a life, we had a love,

But you don't know what you've got 'til you lose it

Well that was then and this is now

And I want you back

How many times can I say I'm sorry (how many times)

Yes I'm sorry

How can something so good go so bad

How can something so right go so wrong

But I don't know, I don't have all the answers

But I want you back

How many times can I say I'm sorry (how many times)

Well you know...

You can run, and you can hide

But I'm not leaving less you come with me

We've had our problems but I'm on your side

You're all I need, please believe in me

I only wanted someone to love

But something happened on the way to heaven

It got a hold of me and wouldn't let go

And I want you back

How many times can I say I'm sorry (how many times)

Oh yes I'm sorry (sorry)

Well you know...

You can run, and you can hide

But I'm not leaving less you come with me

We've had our problems but I'm on your side

You're all I need, please believe me

You can run, and you can hide

But I'm not leaving 'til it's all over

We've had our problems but I'm on your side

You're all I need, let me show you

They say you can't take it with you

When you go

And I believe it

But taking what I've got or being

here with you, you know

I'd, I'd rather leave it

We had a life, we had a love,

But you don't know what you've got 'til you lose it

Well that was then and this is now

And I want you back

How many times can I say I'm sorry (how many times)

Oh yes I'm sorry (sorry sorry)

Well you know...

You can run, and you can hide

But I'm not leaving less you come with me

We've had our problems but I'm on your side

You're all I need, please believe me

You can run, and you can hide

But I'm not leaving 'til it's all over

We've had our problems but I'm on your side

You're all I need, please believe in me

Ahí va otra de whiskey, je je je Un blues de un amigo que está empezando a hacer sus pinitos en el mundo del rock 'n' roll...

WHISKEY FOR BREAKFAST - Jack Reymond

Whiskey for breakfast

every morning

i'm fed up

i can't leave it

whiskey for breakfast

i need some help

i want to leave it

whiskey for breakfast

i can't remember any day after whiskey for breakfast

Whiskey for breakfast

i'm ruining my life

i've got no friends left

but mr. Jack Daniel's

whiskey for breakfast

my fucking girlfriend

has left me for a cocaine man

he pays more

and me just lying on the strreet

because of whiskey for breakfast

Volveré!

Bueno... ya he tardado bastante a poneros otra de ese dios que toca la guitarra... Mu bonita también

WONDERFUL TONIGHT - Eric Clapton

It’s late in the evening

She’s wondering what clothes to wear

She puts on her make up

And brushes her long blonde hair

And then she asks me

Do I look alright

And I say yes, you look wonderful tonight

We go a party

And everyone turns to see

This beautiful lady

That’s walking around with me

And then she asks me

Do you feel alright

And I say yes, I feel wonderful tonight

I feel wonderful

Because I see the love light in your eyes

And the wonder of it all

Is that you just don’t realize

How much I love you

It’s time to go home now

And I’ve got an aching head

So I give her the car keys

She helps me to bed

And then I tell her

As I turn out the light

I say my darling, you were wonderful tonight

Oh my darling, you were wonderful tonight

... Sin palabras, casi más que sublime... Un buen ejemplo es la versión que tocó para el "One more car, one more rider"... A disfrutarla!

Salut!

Yo volé con Easyjet desde Barcino a Ginebra por unos 40 elfos, y todo estuvo más que correcto... Para la vuelta, vine desde Viena a Barcelona pasando por Palma de Mallorca con Air Berlin y una empresa que se llamaba Niki... Ninguna queja tampoco, salvo el precio, que me despisté y me salio un pelín caro...

¿alguien sabe de empresas de vuelos baratos que vayan a Praga?

Salut!

¿Y qué tal con George Harrison? Como no sabía cual poneros, os vuelvo a hacer un 2x1, hala

SOMETHING - George Harrison

Something in the way she moves

Attracts me like no other lover

Something in the way she woos me

I don't want to leave her now

You know I believe her now

Somewhere in her smile she knows

That I don't need no other lover

Something in her style that shows me

Don't want to leave her now

You know I believe her now

You're asking me will my love grow

I don't know, I don't know

You stick around now it may show

I don't know, I don't know

Something in the way she knows

And all I have to do is think of her

Something in the things she shows me

Don't want to leave her now

You know I believe her now

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P2 VATICAN BLUES (Last Saturday night) - George Harrison

Gazed at the ceiling from below

A splendid Michelangelo

Filled my heart with delight

Last Saturday night

Arrived believing from home

Climbed every step inside St. Peter's Dome

Claustrophobic and ex-Catholic

Last Saturday night

Now how come nobody really noticed

Puff of white smoke knocked me out

The truth is hiding, lurking, banking

Things they do at night

It's quite suspicious to say the least

Even mentioned it to my local priest

One Our Father, three Hail Marys

Each Saturday Night

I wish somebody would tell me

That it's only a show

I'll confess, own up, let's face it

In my concrete tuxedo

It's quite suspicious to say the least

While mentioning it to my priest

One Our Father, three Hail Marys

Each Saturday night

One Our Father three Hail Marys

Each Saturday night

One Our Father three Hail Marys

Each Saturday night

Para que no decaiga esto

Salut!