Alegrías del 27 de Noviembre

Para terminar el mes, que ya era horita (este finde me voy, así que ya no meteré nada más), el que faltaba:

Bruce Springsteen
"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 this 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 ooh yeah yeah

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 dont come true
Or is it something worse that sends me
Down to the river thou I know the river is dry
it sends me down to the river each night
Down to the river my baby and I
Oh down to the river we ride

Por supuesto, se han quedado muchos clasicazos en el tintero, pero jo, es que no hay tiempo pa más! El mes que viene, música diferente y chulazos diferentes.

Y para ambientar, más que nada, unos daddies rurales.

Naturaleza hija de puta.

Hoy he salido de currar un poco más tarde de lo habitual. Éso significa que el Metro, como además lo cojo casi en la cabecera de la línea, iba casi vacío, y me he podido sentar donde me apetecía.

Me he sentado delante de un tío que estaba como un queso. Pero un queso de bola, de tetilla, holandés, asturiano. El que más os guste. Mammamía, te lo juro. Guapo como el sólo, con un cuerpazo (que he podido adivinar cuando se ha levantado). Le he ido admirando todo el camino hasta que se ha ido. Pero justo 2 estaciones antes ha hecho un gesto raro con la cabeza y le ha salido un bulto espantoso en el cuello. Enorme, feísimo, y probablemente molesto y vaya usted a saber si cancerígeno o algo semejante.

Como siempre que veo estas cosas, sólo he podido pensar en lo mal acabados que estamos los seres humanos.

Alegrías del 26 de Noviembre

Otro superclásico que todos hemos conocido en versión thumba-shaka XD

Blue Swede
"Hooked on a feeling"

Ouga Chaka ouga!

I can't stop this feeling deep inside of me.
Girl, you just don't realize what you do to me.
When you hold me in your arms so tight,
You let me know everything's alright, ahahah
I'm hooked on a feeling,
I'm high on believing that you're in love with me.

Lips as sweet as candy, its taste stays on my mind.
Girl, you got me thirsty for another cup of wine.
I got it bad from you girl, but I don't need no cure,
I'll just stay your victim, If I can for sure
All the good love, when we're all alone
Keep it up girl, yeah you turn me on, ahahah
I'm hooked on a feeling.
I'm high on believing that you're in love with me.

All the good love, when we're all alone
Keep it up girl, yeah you turn me on.
Ahahah I'm hooked on a feeling,
I'm high on believing that you're in love with me.
I'm hooked on a feeling,
and I'm high on believing that you're in love with me.
I said I'm hooked on a feeling,
And I'm high on believing that you're in love with me.
Hooked on a feeling!

¡¡1.969!! Ahí queda éso... Yo tenía 1 añito, como para acordarse. Además, qué coño, por aquel entonces en España sólo se radiaba a Manolo Escobar...

No sé de qué año son éstos, pero vamos, que fue una buena cosecha!

Yoda

¿Un gran guerrero? La guerra no le hace a uno grandioso...

Alegrías del 23 de Noviembre

Esta canción es muy de hacer pellas con la guitarra en el parque de detrás del insti, ¿que no?

Don McLean
"Vincent"

Starry, starry night
paint your palette blue and grey
look out on a summer's day
with eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how
perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starry night
flaming flowers that brightly blaze
swirling clouds in violet haze
reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how
perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you
but still your love was true
and when no hope was left in sight on that starry, starry night
you took your life as lovers often do;
But I could have told you, Vincent
this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night
portraits hung in empty halls
frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of bloody rose
lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me
and how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen they're not list'ning still
perhaps they never will.

Vamos, que más quisiera La Oreja de Van Gogh rendir un tributo de semejante talla a nadie.
Recordareis que a Don McLean ya le habíamos escuchado aquí. Buscando hoy cosas sobre él, he leído que, al oir la versión que Madonna hizo de su "American pie", dijo: "Había recibido muchos dones de dios, pero hasta ahora no había recibido un regalo de una diosa". Hay que ver, para que luego digan de las versiones... y de Madonna.

Y bueno, aquí os dejo un par de regalos de dios...

Alegrías del 22 de Noviembre

Como esta semana se me ha pirao un poco la pinza, os pongo sesión doble de clásicos.
Dire Straits
"Sultans of Swing"

You get a shiver in the dark
It's been raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel all right when you hear that music ring

And now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Too much competition, too many other places
But not too many horns can make that sound
Way on downsouth, way on downsouth London town

You check out guitar George he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
And an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing

And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk just like anything
Saving it up for friday night
With the sultans, with the sultans of swing

And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn 'bout any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
And the sultans, yeah the sultans played creole... creole

And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
"Thank you, goodnight, now its time to go home"
And he makes it fast with one more thing.
We are the sultans, we are the Sultans of Swing.

Y aquí el papá de la criatura, solito:
Mark Knopfler
"Going home" (Tema de "Local Hero")


De los chulazos no os pongo sesión doble, que se me gastan XD

Alegrías del 16 de Noviembre

Pues nada, yo que tenía el domingo todo pensado, no me ha funcionado ninguno de los planes. Bueno, sí, uno: hacer la colada. Agg. Los domingos no se hicieron pensando en las lavadores, cogne...

Electric Light Orchestra
"Last train to London"

It was 9:29, 9:29 back street big city.
The sun was going' down, there was music all around
It felt so right.
It was one of those nights,
one of those nights when you feel the world stop turnin',
you were standing there, there was music in the air.
I should have been away, but I knew I'd have to stay.
Last train to London, just headin' out,
Last train to London, just leavin' town.
But I really want tonight to last forever
I really wanna be with you.
Let the music play on down the line tonight.

It was one of those nights,
one of those nights when you feel the fire is burnin',
everybody was there, everybody to share,
it felt so right.
There you were on your own,
lookin' like you were the only one around,
I had to be with you, nothin' else that I could do,
I should have been away, but I knew I'd have to say.
Last train to London, just headin' out,
Last train to London, just leavin' town.
But I really want tonight to last forever
I really wanna be with you.
Let the music play on down the line tonight.

Underneath a starry sky,
time was still but hours must really have rushed by,
I didn't realize but love was in your eyes
I really should have gone,
but love went on and on...
Last train to London, just headin' out,
Last train to London, just leavin' town.
But I really want tonight to last forever
I really wanna be with you.
Let the music play on down the line tonight.
But I really want tonight to last forever
I really wanna be with you.
Let the music play on down the line tonight.

Diosspío, es como volver al cole, escuchar estas canciones... XD
Maldita sea... ¿por qué no tuve profes como éstos? :P

Alegrías del 13 de Noviembre

Bueno, de nuevo he desaparecido unos días. Espero que me perdoneis: mi querida mami ha estado malita y, como el buen hijo que soy, he estado haciendo horas extras en el hospi. Ya está güena y en casa, así que no preocuparse.
Sigo con los clásicos, que como ya los tenía cargados, el DivShare no ha hecho nada raro con ellos...

Boston
"More than a feeling"

I looked out this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away
It's more than a feeling (more than a feeling)

when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away

So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on
As clear as the sun in the summer sky
It's more than a feeling (more than a feeling)

when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
and I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away

When I'm tired and thinking cold
I hide in my music, forget the day
And dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped away,
She slipped away...

It's more than a feeling (more than a feeling)

when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
and I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
till I see marianne walk away.

Madre mía, que pedazote de canción.
Y qué pedazotes de hombres... Ñam.

Alegrías del 9 de Noviembre

Ya os habreis dado cuenta de lo que me gusta un clásico EEUU. Pues nada, aquí teneis otro, muy conocido (como muchos otros) por una versión discotequera muy posterior.

America
"Sister golden hair"

Well I tried to make it sunday, but I got so damn depressed
That I set my sights on monday and I got myself undressed
I ain't ready for the altar but I do agree there's times
When a woman sure can be a friend of mine
Well, I keep on thinkin' bout you, sister golden hair surprise
And I just can't live without you; can't you see it in my eyes?
I been one poor correspondent, I've been too, too hard to find
But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind
Will you meet me in the middle, will you meet me in the air?
Will you love me just a little, just enough to show you care?
Well I tried to fake it, I don't mind sayin', I just can't make it

Well, I keep on thinkin' bout you, sister golden hair surprise
And I just can't live without you; can't you see it in my eyes?
Now I been one poor correspondent, and I've been too, too hard to find
But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind
Will you meet me in the middle, will you meet me in the air?
Will you love me just a little, just enough to show you care?
Well I tried to fake it, I don't mind sayin', I just can't make it

Y éstos, mira que me da igual que tengan el golden hair, que lo tengan canoso, o que simplemente no tengan! XD

Alegrías del 8 de Noviembre

Mucha gente no recuerda o no conoce esta canción. Temazo.

Murray Head
"Say it ain't so, Joe"

Say it ain't so, Joe please, say it ain't so
That's not what I wanna hear Joe
Ain't I got a right to know
Say it ain't so, Joe please, say it ain't so
I'm sure they're telling us lies Joe,
Please tell us it ain't so.

They told us our hero has played his trump card
He doesn't know how to go on.
We're clinging to his charm and determined smile,
But the good old days have gone.

The image and the empire may be falling apart
The money has gotten scarce
One man's word held the country together,
But the truth is getting fierce

Say it ain't so, Joe please, say it ain't so
We pinned our hopes on you Joe
And they're ruining our show.

Oh babies don't you think we're gonna get burned
Oh babies don't you think we're gonna get burned
We're gonna get turned, we're gonna get learned
Yes, we're gonna get turned
We're gonna get burned
We're gonna get learned
Yes, we're gonna get turned
We're gonna get burned
We're gonna get learned
Yes, we're gonna get turned
We're gonna get burned

Say it ain't so, Joe please, say it ain't so
That's not what I wanna hear Joe
Ain't I got a right to know
Say it ain't so, Joe please, say it ain't so
I'm sure they're telling us lies Joe,
Please tell us it ain't so.
They told us our hero has played his trump card
He doesn't know how to go on.
We're clinging to his charm and determined smile,
But the good old days have gone.
Say it ain't so, Joe please, say it ain't so
We pinned our hopes on you Joe
And they're ruining our show.
The image and the empire may be falling apart
The money has gotten scarce
One man's word held the country together,
But the truth is getting fierce
Say it ain't so, Joe please, say it ain't so
That's not what I wanna hear Joe
Ain't I got a right to know
Say it ain't so, Joe please, say it ain't so
I'm sure they're telling us lies Joe,
Please tell us it ain't so.

That's not what I wanna hear Joe
Ain't I got a right to know

Cuánta gente -por ejemplo Sarah Palin- habrá usado esta canción (y otras muchas parecidas) de un modo de lo más erróneo...

Por otra parte, yo erraría con cualquiera de éstos. Ñam.

We... can?

Como en todas las elecciones, me parece que en ésta se ha abusado mucho de las palabras. No es que se haya usado mucha palabrería, no. Es que a veces se adueñan tanto de las palabras, que terminan por perder su sentido.
Realmente creo -no con mucha esperanza, porque no dejan de ser quienes son-, pero creo. Lo que no sé es qué consideran ellos "cambio"...

Can we?

Mantengo los dedos cruzados.

Alegrías del 5 de Noviembre

Pues sí, ya me he dado cuenta de que el DivShare tiene algún problema con mis gustos de este mes... Lo siento. Lo tendré que descargar todo y volver a cargarlo, porque tooodas las canciones que he cargado para este mes se oyen como singles a 33 revoluciones (si eres demasiado joven, pregúntale a papá...XD)
Así que por ahora cambio de tema... Vuelvo a los clásicos. Habrá de todo, así que no desespereis. Empiezo con uno de mis temas favoritos del mundo mundial:

The Alan Parsons Project
"Sirius/Eye in the sky" (Album Version)

Don't think sorry's easily said
Don't try turning tables instead
You've taken lots of chances before
But I ain't gonna give any more
Don't ask me
That's how it goes
'Cause part of me knows what you're thinking...
Don't say words you're gonna regret
Don't let the fire rush to your head
I've heard the accusaation before
And I ain't gonna take any more
Believe me
The sun in your eyes
Made some of the lies worth believing

I am the eye in the sky
Looking at you
I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules
Dealing with fools
I can cheat you blind
And I don't need to see any more to know that
I can read your mind (looking at you)
I can read your mind (looking at you)
I can read your mind (looking at you)
I can read your mind (looking at you)

Don't leave false illusions behind
Don't cry ('cause) I ain't changing my mind
So find another fool like before
'Cause I ain't gonna live anymore believing
Some of the lies while all of the signs are deceiving

I am the eye in the sky
Looking at you
I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules
Dealing with fools
I can cheat you blind
And I don't need to see any more to know that
I can read your mind (looking at you)
I can read your mind (looking at you)
I can read your mind (looking at you)
I can read your mind (looking at you)
I am the eye in the sky
Looking at you
I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules
Dealing with fools
I can cheat you blind
And I don't need to see any more to know that
I can read your mind (looking at you)
I can read your mind (looking at you)
I can read your mind (looking at you)
I can read your mind (looking at you)

Y a éstos les miro yo hasta con el ojo de la mente, játetú lo que te digo.

Alegrías del 4 de Noviembre

Otro clásico del castellano chapurreado allá donde los haya.
Que a nadie se le ocurra llamarme hortera... ¡me encanta! XD

Barry Manilow
"Copacabana" (Versión en Español)


Y aquí otra chiquita injustamente olvidada por la plebe. Vaya par de discazos que se marcó por aquel entonces... Y como era latina, ella (aunque no hablara ni papa de español), nos regaló unos cuántos temas en el idioma de la madre patria.

Martika
"Como un juguete" ("Toy soldiers", Versión en Español)


Éstos son juguetes, y lo demás tonterías... ;)

Papelería juguetona

¿Te aburres en la ofi? Siempre puedes decorarla un poco...

Alegrías del 3 de Noviembre

Ésta para los que piensan que el techno-pop sólo suena bien en inglés. Preciosa canción donde las haya, por cierto.

Erasure
"Siempre" ("Always", versión en Español)

Por cierto, para quien no lo haya pensado... Las canciones que en Inglés son abiertamente gays (como muchas de este grupo) se pueden disfrazar de cualquier cosa gracias a lo neutro del idioma. En Español no: los calificativos están demasiado sexualizados... ¡Ayns!

Y esta otra para los insufribles románticos... ;)

The Flying Pickets
"Si no estás" ("Only you", versión en Español)


Y éstos... pues éso, comida pa los ojitos. Ya, ya sé que muchos no considerais nada sexys a los maduritos, pero de todo hay en la viña del Sr. Marqués, así que a quien no le gusten, que no mire. ¡A ver si hay huevos! XD

Redireccionando hacia una sonrisilla tonta

Pues nada, que he visto este video en el blog de Luxaurumque y me ha gustado tanto, que os dejo el enlace. ¡Que lo disfruteis! ;)

Alegrías del 2 de Noviembre

Pues ya estamos en Noviembre, muchach@s...
Tendría que haber empezado ayer con la nueva serie de músicas y chulazos, pero era el cumpleaños de mi sobrinito (22 años, cabrón, éstas son las cosas que te hacen sentir viej... mayor, hasta ha roto con su novia después de 3 años, aggg)
Bueno, el caso es que empiezo hoy, que para el caso es lo mismo, porque ayer estaríais todos embrujados, supongo.

Y para que la música sea variadita, este mes no pongo ni 70's, ni 80's, ni 90's, ni música negra ni blanca, ni de cine, ni baladas o dance... No. Este mes va a ser variadito. Éso sí, todo en un idioma que nos sonará mucho (aunque en algunas ocasiones no entendamos ni papa) Y empiezo con una de las más sorpresivas que he encontrado:

Eddy Grant
"Gimme hope Jo'Anna"

No he encontrado la letra, así que os tocará aguzar el oído. Bueno, que este mes no voy a poner letras, así que los despistados oficinistas que tengan cuidadín con las fotillos... XD
Éso sí, como he encontrado muchas cositas exóticas, os pondré dos cada día.
Ésta no es tan exótica. Es casi, casi un clásico de los extranjeros españolizados, una de las pocas que se oyeron traducidas en España, ya que en realidad casi todas estas versiones se hacen para el mercado latinoamericano...
Suzanne Vega
"Luka"


Y ya se me había olvidado que antes empezaba todos los meses con un "Especial Chulazos" del tema mensual. Éste mes os voy a deleitar con unos cuantos papitos. Es la cosa de que en cuanto empiece el año que viene yo cumpliré 41... Ayns! Y con estas fotos uno se anima. Piensa que puede meterse en un gym y ponerse cachotas y arreglar lo de la edad... XD