martes, 31 de marzo de 2009

desastre - la costa brava




un gran desastre
parece que se cierne sobre mí
conozco esa mirada
la he visto tantas veces
no sirve de nada
negar lo evidente

porque un gran desastre
parece que se cierne sobre mí
conozco las palabras
lo he dicho tantas veces
yo hacía lo mismo
antes de conocerte

somos máquinas que no entendemos
que se enamoran cada cierto tiempo



la canción perfecta...

lunes, 30 de marzo de 2009

beautiful boyz - cocorosie



born illegitimately
to a whore most likely
he became an orphan
oh what a lovely orphan

he was sent to the reformatory
ten years old was his first glory
got caught stealing from a nun
now his love story had begun

thirty years he spent wandering
a devil's child with dove wings
he went to prison
in every country he set foot in
oh how he loved prison
how awfully lovely was prison

all those beautiful boyz
pimps and queens and criminal queers
all those beautiful boyz
tattoos of ships and tattoos of tears

his greatest love was executed
the pure romance was undisputed
angelic hoodlums and holy ones
angelic hoodlums and holy ones


no tengo mucho tiempo, pero hoy me he acordado de esta canción, que me gustó mucho en su momento, y he pensado que debía compartirla. exámenes, sesiones de evaluación y preparativos para las vacaciones me tienen demasiado ocupada para hablaros del sábado y de NV, pero supongo que llegará. mientras disfrutad de esta triste canción.

sábado, 28 de marzo de 2009

hablando de marlén - nacho vegas




hablando de marlén
nadie recuerda bien el día en que perdió la voz
o si es que fue ella quien dejó de hablar

se la solía ver con un trozo de pizarra gris
colgándole del cinturón
a veces había algo que decir

la hicieron nacer entre bruma y carbón
en algún lugar de la cuenca minera
pero ya de muy pequeña alguien la trajo a norteña

y aquí vivió hasta el final ...
aquí vivió hasta el final ...

marlén dio en trabajar por las noches en un club
el huracán 72
por dos duros y habitación

algunos por allí la conocieron bien
decían "ven, mudina, hazme feliz
ven, y ya que no hablas, chupa aquí"

creo que la vi una tarde en pleno invierno
recostada en la playa de San Lorenzo
dibujando con dos dedos en la arena y frente al viento

algo que la mar borró ...
algo que la mar borró ...

la recuerdo al pasar
sangre seca en su nariz
y cómo nos reíamos y nos reíamos

un día sin más la dejamos de ver
y creo que nadie preguntó
y cómo nos reíamos

transcurrió un mes sin que nadie la extrañara
y alguien la encontró en su habitación ahorcada
y había escrito en la pizarra estas últimas palabras

"adiós, norteña, olvídame" ...
"adiós, norteña, olvídame" ...



hoy es el gran día, otra vez. he perdido la cuenta de cuántas veces he visto a este hombre en concierto, pero siempre me invade una sensación parecida, entre nerviosismo y expectación. de hecho esta noche hasta he soñado que cancelaba la actuación...

hoy, para celebrar que ya sólo quedan horas, una de las canciones que me engancharon a él desde el principio. sólo puedo decir que no había escuchado antes nada así.

buen fin de semana a todos...

domingo, 22 de marzo de 2009

love spreads - the stone roses



love spreads her arms
waits there for the nails
I forgive you, boy
I will prevail

too much to take
some cross to bear
I'm hiding in the trees with a picnic
she's over there, yeah

yeah,yeah,yeah
yeah,yeah,yeah

she didn't scream
she didn't make a sound
I forgive you boy
but don't leave town

cold black skin
naked in the rain
hammer flash in the lightning
they're hurting her again

let me put you in the picture
let me show you what I mean
the messiah is my sister
ain't no king man, she's my queen

I have a dream
I've seen the light
Don't put it out
say she's alright
yeah, she's my sister

she didn't scream
she didn't make a sound
I forgive you boy
but don't leave town

cold black skin
naked in the rain
hammer flash in the lightning
they're hurting her again

oh, oh, ooh
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

let me put you in the picture
let me show you what I mean
the messiah is my sister
ain't no king man, she's my queen

I have a dream
I've seen the light
don't put it out
say she's alright
yeah, she's my sister


yo tenía una cassette que me grabó una amiga, robándole discos a su hermano (que por supuesto no consideraba a su hermana cool enough para dejárselos simplemente) con esta canción entre muchas otras. me recuerda a una época, un microbus destino a DC, una cena en un etíope y a un verano muy muy muy genial.

sábado, 21 de marzo de 2009

las horas perdidas - niños mutantes



no hay nada mejor que hacer
que sentarse a mirar
los árboles florecer
y las nubes pasar

todo lo que hice fue una tontería
tan grande que llegué a creer en la astrología

y en la fuerza del movimiento
de estrellas en el firmamento
en las cuchillas de afeitar de tus besos

radiante de suciedad
manchada de viento
no hay nada mejor que hacer
que perder el tiempo


desde hace cuatro días
estoy plantado
pero no he visto crecer
flores en mis manos

y recuerdo el movimiento y el humo de los motores
el brillo que llega del interior de la tierra

todo lo que hice fue una tontería
tan grande que llegué a creer en la astrología

y en la fuerza del movimiento
de estrellas en el firmamento
en las cuchillas de afeitar de tus besos
de tus besos


no hace mucho puse una canción (una a la que ester no le tiene mucho cariño) de los "mutontos" por aquí. hoy compenso con otra que me parece preciosa y que me encanta cantar, ya que no desafino nada de lo simple que es (no por simple menos bonita). buen fin de semana a todos. ya sólo quedan siete días!

jueves, 19 de marzo de 2009

saturday's gone - isobel campbell & mark lanegan



if you're kind for dusty highways and such
be alright to look her up
the faded priestess of the highways and crutch
calling when you're down on luck
by the disused railroad station you go
to the house of dirty pearl
her existential situation you know
she is not like other girls

she may ask you, do you believe?
you can't stay, though you'll never leave

see the sapphire in the skylines so blue
see the diamond in the dirt
when you think the subject won't turn to you
she got demons up her skirt
it isn't sure of her reflection at all
is seduced by all things past
a pleasure-seeker of dejection
gazing into her looking glass

she may ask you what you believe
but the mirror doesn't see me

saturday's gone, saturday's gone
saturday's gone, saturday's gone

she may ask you, do you believe?
you can't stay, though you'll never leave

saturday's gone, saturday's gone
saturday's gone, saturday's gone

now a sundown comes, a new day for her
tired of dress and leave the ground
you'd be a fool to ask her to lift you up
why go up when you go down?
if you should tire of ties that bind you
filmed on fever leaves so fast
you got trouble far behind you
well knows nothing's made to last

hear how god sees a lion roar
watch the serpent crossing the floor

saturday's gone, saturday's gone...

so tired...

miércoles, 18 de marzo de 2009

monkey gone to heaven - pixies



there was a guy
an under water guy who controlled the sea
got killed by ten million pounds of sludge
from new york and new jersey
this monkey's gone to heaven

the creature in the sky
got sucked in a hole
now there's a hole in the sky
and the ground's not cold
and if the ground's not cold
everything is gonna burn
we'll all take turns
i'll get mine, too
this monkey's gone to haven

rock me joe!

if man is 5
then the devil is 6
then god is 7
this monkey's gone to heaven



no sé si lo sabeis, pero el mismísimo frank sinatra hizo una versión de este genial tema.

domingo, 15 de marzo de 2009

love etc - pet shop boys



You need more You need more You need more You need more
You need more You need more You need more You need more
You need more

Boy it’s tough getting on in the world
When the sun doesn’t shine and a boy needs a girl
It’s about getting out of a rut, you need luck
But you’re stuck and you don’t know how, oh

(Don’t have to be) A big bucks Hollywood star
(Don’t have to drive) A super car to get far
(Don’t have to live) A life of power and wealth
(Don’t have to be) Beautiful but it helps
(Don’t have to buy) A house in Beverly Hills
(Don’t have to have) Your daddy paying the bills
(Don’t have to live) A life of power and wealth
(Don’t have to be) Beautiful but it helps

You need more
Than a big blank check to be a lover, or
A Gulfstream jet to fly you door to door
Somewhere chic on another shore

You need more You need more You need more
You need more You need more You need more
You need love
You need love
You need love

Too much of anything
Is never enough
Too much of everything
Is never enough

Boy it’s tough getting on in the world
When the sun doesn’t shine and a boy needs a girl
It’s about getting out of a rut, you need luck
But you’re stuck and you don’t know how, oh

(Don’t have to be) A big bucks Hollywood star
(Don’t have to drive) A super car to get far
(Don’t have to wear) A smile much colder than ice
(Don’t have to be) Beautiful but it’s nice

You need more
Than the Gerhard Richter hangin’ on your wall
A chauffeur-driven limousine on call
To drive your wife and lover to a white tie ball

You need more You need more You need more
You need more You need more You need more
You need love

I believe that we can achieve
The love that we need
I believe, call me naïve
Love is for free

(Don’t have to be) A big bucks Hollywood star
(Don’t have to drive) A super car to get far
(Don’t have to live) A life of power and wealth
(Don’t have to be) Beautiful but it helps
Beautiful but it helps
Beautiful but it helps

un grupo clásico, y una canción genial. me la pongo para animarme porque vaya semana llevo...
una mala semana la tiene cualquiera, así que he decidido, como me pide todo el mundo, relativizar y pasar un poco del tema. gente loca y desequilibrada hay en todos sitios, no? y que a todos me los encuentre yo tampoco tiene nada de extraño, no?. cinco años, cuatro institutos diferentes, y aún no ha pasado un día de trabajo en el que no tenga una anécdota parecida que contar. va a ser verdad lo que dicen mis padres, que me lo busco yo todo...

miércoles, 11 de marzo de 2009

fitz and the dizzyspells - andrew bird



comes and goes
like the fits and dizzyspells, like the weather
and it gloats
like it knows whats going wrong
like it's clever

has a name
oh but to me goes unspoken
where the veins
oh are all twisted and broken

soldier on
soldier on
soldier on

flare into the war of the snack machine
muted screams of an old regime
and then oh
something gets hit
but not shake his hand
and we were all fast asleep
we were all so fast asleep

but you woke up
woke up from the strangest dream
that an old regime could ever know
would ever know
would ever know

lava flows over the crooks and cragged cliffs to the ocean
and explodes in a steam heat fevered sickly commotion
has a name
but the name goes unspoken
it's in vein
'cause that language is broken

cause your wrong
cause your wrong

soldier on
soldier on
soldier on



este es un tío raro donde los haya, pero a mí me sigue encantando. multi-instrumentista, enigmático, tiene letras incomprensibles y un rollo muy a lo rufus wainwright, pero que a mí me gusta incluso más. enjoy yourselves...

martes, 10 de marzo de 2009

these girls - ryan adams



well, girl sometimes I feel just like a boy
put here on this earth for you to toy around with
like matchbox cars you buy and burn in your backyard
like monsters underneath your bed you ain't afraid of yet

but you let me in
and I feel alright
yeah, I feel alright

the late night girls are anxious
and they're coming out to play
and I've been stranded on their doorstep
for every night and day
I only want them more
it's so sad
but when they smile
God, I've been had
I get hypnotized and I wanna go to bed

I used to pick up shells cast off the reef
one christmas I got a funeral and they handed me the receipt
how many lies I tell without my tongue
get twisted into memories 'til I believe them some
and I toy with you
and you toy with me
can you stop this please

god bless all the late night girls
and their coming out to play
now I´ve been stranded in their doorstep
for every night and day
I only want them more
how sad
but when they smile
how can anybody feel bad
it makes me tired and I wanna go to bed

these girls are better off in my head
these girls are better off in my head
these girls are better off in my head
these girls



últimamente me repito un poco, pero tengo que decir que me encanta despertarme con esta canción...me pone de buenísimo humor y llego al trabajo cantando.

jueves, 5 de marzo de 2009

books written for girls - camera obscura



You can compliment me on the style of my hair
Give me marks out of ten for the clothes that I wear
You probably thought I had more upstairs

I disappoint you
Can't see through your perfect smile

He likes to read books written for girls
He prides himself on being a man of the world
In the darkest of places he gets his thrills

He will disappoint you
If you see through his perfect smile

I think separation is okay
You're not star to guide me anyway
You only wanted me to play
A fool...played by your rules

Now my door has swollen from the rain
God knows we'll never see her face again
People get shattered in many ways

They can disappoint you
When you see through



nunca logro recordar si ya he puesto a camera obscura en el blog. esta canción no es mi favorita (aunque sí me gusta mucho) pero hoy la pongo porque he tenido una conversación con unos compañeros sobre literatura juvenil y best sellers y me ha venido a la cabeza. me encanta conocer a gente a quien le gusta leer tanto como a mi o más. y sí, soy fan de harry potter. lo siento...vaya semana de confesiones llevo.

miércoles, 4 de marzo de 2009

cry me a river - justin timberlake


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you were my sun
you were my earth
but you didn’t know all the ways I loved you, no

so you took a chance
made other plans
but I bet you didn’t think your thing would come crashing down, no

you don’t have to say what you did
I already know I found out from him
there is just no chance of you and me
there’ll never be
and don’t it make you sad about it

you told me you loved me
why did you leave me, all alone?
now you tell me you need me
when you call me, on the phone

girl I refuse
you must have me confused
with some other guy

your bridges were burned
and now it’s your turn
to cry

cry me a river
cry me a river
cry me a river
cry me a river, yeah, yeah

I know that they say
that some things are better left unsaid
it wasn’t like you only talked to him
and you know it (don’t act like you don’t know it)

all of the these things people told me
keep messing with my head
you should have picked honesty
then you may not have lost the game

you don’t have to say what you did
I already know I found out from him
there is just no chance of you and me
there’ll never be
and don’t it make you sad about it

you told me you loved me
why did you leave me, all alone?
now you tell me you need me
when you call me, on the phone

girl I refuse
you must have me confused
with some other guy

your bridges were burned
and now it’s your turn
to cry

cry me a river
cry me a river
cry me a river
cry me a river, yeah, yeah

oh the damage is done
so I guess I’ll be leaving
oh the damage is done
so I guess I’ll be leaving
oh the damage is done
so I guess I’ll be leaving

you don’t have to say what you did
I already know I found out from him
there is just no chance of you and me
there’ll never be
and don’t it make you sad about it

cry me a river
cry me a river
you can go on and just
cry me a river
cry me a river
you can go on and just
cry me a river
cry me a river



de verdad, no os creáis, a mi no me gustan las boy bands ni los niños guapos que cantan y bailan, y menos este tío que siempre me había parecido más feo que picio y más tonto que pichote...pero he de reconocer que fue escuchar esta canción, hace ya unos añitos, y caer rendida a sus pies. hace unos días la ví bailada en ese reality de cuatro que todos conocemos y amamos (sí, me confieso culpable) y desde entonces he querido ponerla aquí, para que disfrutéis de una buenísima canción comercial, que mira que ese no es mi palo, pero aquí lo clavó el señorito.

martes, 3 de marzo de 2009

te favorece tanto estar callada - niños mutantes



cada palabra que
tú dices se clava en mi corazón,
me matas y me
pides perdón

te pediría que
nunca me ladraras tus frases sin
pensártelas bien
sería mejor

te favorece tanto estar callada, aaahhh ...
te favorece tanto estar callada, aaahhh ...

tus amenazas son
misiles sin carga fuera de control
ahórratelas
sería mejor

no sabes mantener
la boca cerrada, necesitas ser
eco de tu voz
de tu voz

te favorece tanto estar callada, aaahhh ...
te favorece tanto estar callada, aaahhh ...
te favorece tanto estar callada, aaahhh ...
te favorece tanto estar callada, aaahhh ...



debo de estar de lo más favorecida últimamente...pido perdón por la ausencia, larga y para nada planeada. vuelvo con gente de mi tierra, a veces geniales, a veces no tanto.