MUSICA

disco del mes (para bailar y saltar )

empieza y ya te pide que te muevas, hazle caso

disco del mes (para suicidarse)

the man comes around, eso son versiones y lo demas chorradas

un dia perfecto

por fin hay más luz, por fin se acerca el calor, las terrazas, las cañas fresquitas, nadar, nadar, y nadar y hacerse la ilusión de que la vida puede ser una tarde de verano.....y una canción para esperar ese día

Just a perfect day
drink Sangria in the park
And then later
when it gets dark, we go home

Just a perfect day
feed animals in the zoo
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 day
You just keep me hanging on
You just keep me hanging on

Just a perfect day
problems all left alone
Weekenders on our own
it's such fun

Just a perfect day
you made me forget myself
I thought I was
someone else, someone good

Oh, it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spent it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
You just keep me hanging on

You're going to reap just what you sow

disco del mes

 a pesar de ciertos rumores, no solo escucho a los tios irlandeses.... siguiendo la línea anímica-descendente este mes va consagrado a la velvet y a un disco que todos debéis escuchar, con canciones tan guais como esta, para un domingo de resaca...

 Sunday Morning

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

concierto suiss 27-01-07, xeixo, louro

para todos los que estavais allí, y para los que estaban en espírtu (otra vez será alberto) gracias por apoyar a suiss en su concierto, por darlo todo en la pista, a xuko, juanca, ese agus, y a la pequeñita de las botas rosas, así deben de ser los fans....

gracias a naso por permitirnos una noche cojonuda...y felicidades

cantante flipando .....

el pacífico bajista, en su pose habitual...

y como no el batería dándolo todo y antes de quitarse la camiseta

super final con los ramones......gracias a todos por ir, e por aplaudir, gracias tambien a todos los que habeis comprado chapas .... nos vemos proximamente

suiss

concierto día 20 en k’rumas, muros y 27 en xeixo, louro... nos vemos

far from me

For you dear, I was born
For you I was raised up
For you I've lived and for you I will die
For you I am dying now
You were my mad little lover
In a world where everybody fucks everybody else over
You who are so far from me
Far from me
So far from me
Way across some cold neurotic sea
Far from me


I would talk to you of all matter of things
With a smile you would reply
Then the sun would leave your pretty face
And you'd retreat from the front of your eyes
I keep hearing that you're doing best
I hope your heart beats happy in your infant breast
You are so far from me
Far from me
Far from me


There is no knowledge but i know it
There's nothing to learn from that vacant voice
That sails to me across the line
From the ridiculous to the sublime
It's good to hear you're doing so well
But really can't you find somebody else that you can ring and tell
Did you ever
Care for me?
Were you ever
There for me?
So far from me


You told me you'd stick by me
Through the thick and through the thin
Those were your very words
My fair-weather friend
You were my brave-hearted lover
At the first taste of trouble went running back to mother
So far from me
Far from me
Suspended in your bleak and fishless sea
Far from me
Far from me

hallelujah

I've heard there was a special code
that David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care about music, Do ya?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth
The minor Fall, The major lift,
The baffled king composing, halleujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight over threw you
She tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne
she cut your hair and from your she drew a halleujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Baby I've been here before
I know this room, I walked this floor
I used to live alone here before I knew ya
Yeah and I've seen your flag on the marble arch
But listen love; love is not some kind of victory march
No it's a cold and it's a very broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There was a time you let me know
What's really going on below
Ah but now you never show it to me, do ya?
Well but I remember, yeah, when I moved in you
And the holy dove; she was moving too
Yes and every single breath that we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe there's a God above
As for me; all I ever seem to learn from love
Is how to shoot at someone who out-drew ya
Yeah, but it's not a complaint that you hear tonight
It's not the laughter of someone who claims to have seen the light
No, it's a cold and it's a very lonely Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I learned to touch
I've told the truth; I didn't come all this way to fool ya
Yeah and even though it all went wrong
I'll stand right here before the lord of song
with nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

henry fonda como tom joad representa en la p. a la gente a la que se dirigían j. seeger o w. guthrie, o unas cuantas décadas despues b. springsteen, en su disco y canción the ghost of tom joad, que adquiere la rabia necesaria para el tema en una versión de los rage against the machine...

concierto de fangoria, oporto 6, 1, 2007

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