No hay nada que hacer, siempre vuelvo a ellos
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IF. Pink Floyd por Braindamage
Hace mucho tiempo que no posteo nada, pero hoy sin querer me he encontrado con un desconocido que también se le ha dado por unir bellísimas imágenes con canciones. Para qué escribir más, mejor mirarlas directamente. El link para acceder es :
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Hair. Aquarius. Gerome Ragni, James Rado y Galt McDermott)
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Chase. Giorgio Moroder
EXPRESO DE MEDIANOCHE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YUbYiSK8-IA&search=chase%20moroder
Musica: Giorgio Moroder
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YUbYiSK8-IA&search=chase%20moroder
Musica: Giorgio Moroder
miércoles, junio 28, 2006
Everything old is new again. Peter Allen
When trumpets were mellow
And every gal only had one fellow
No need to remember when
'Cause everything old is new again
Dancing at church,
Long Island jazzy parties
Waiter bring us some more Baccardi
We'll order now what they ordered then
'Cause everything old is new agaian
Get out your white suit,
your tap shoes and tails
Let's go backwards when forward fails
And movie stars you thought were alone then
Now are framed beside your bed
Don't throw the past away
You might need it some rainy day
Dreams can come true again
When everything old is new again
Get out your white suit,
your tap shoes and tails
Put it on backwards when forward fails
Better leave Greta Garbo alone
Be a movie star on your own
And do-on't throw the past away
You might need it some other rainy day
Dreams can come true again
When everything old is new again
When everything old is new again
I might fall in love with you again
Peter Allen
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The musical box. Genesis
Play me Old King Cole
That I may join with you
All your hearts now seem so far
from meIt hardly seems to matter now.
And the nurse will tell you lies
Of a kingdom beyond the skies.
But I am lost within this half-world
It hardly seems to matter now.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Just a little bit
Just a little bit more time
Time left to live out my life.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he.
So he called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his fiddlers three.
But the clock, tick-tock
On the mantlepiece
And I want, and I feel, and I know
and I touch
Her warmth...
She's a lady,
she's got time
Brush back your hair
and let me get to know your face.
She's a lady, she is mine.
Brush back your hair,
and let me get to know your flesh.
I've been waiting here for so long
And all this time has passed me by
It doesn't seem to matter now
You stand there with your fixed expression
Casting doubt on all I have to say.
Why don't you
touch me, touch me,
Why don't you touch me,
touch me,Touch me now,
now, now, now, now...
Genesis
Entangled. Genesis
When you're asleep they may show you
Aerial views of the ground,
Freudian slumber empty of sound.
Over the rooftops and houses
Lost as it tries to be seen
Fields of incentive covered with green.
Mesmerised children are playing
Meant to be seen but not heard
"Stop me from dreaming!
""Don't be absurd!""
Well if we can help you we will
You're looking tired and ill.
As I count backwards
Your eyes become heavier still.
Sleep, won't you allow yourself fall?
Nothing can hurt you at all.
With your consentI can experiment further still.
"Madrigal music is playing
Voices can faintly be heard
"Please leave this patient undisturbed.
"Sentenced to drift far away now
Nothing is quite what it seems
Sometimes entangled in your own dreams.
"Well, if we can help you we will
Soon as you're tired and ill.
With your consent
We can experiment further still.
Well, thanks to our kindness and skill
You'll have no trouble until
You catch your breath
And the nurse will present you the bill!"
Genesis
domingo, junio 11, 2006
Just look away. Premiata
Sólo encontré un cover de esta divina canción, por lo menos algo de la melodía aquí:
Scraping his bow
The old violinist plays out of tune,
Blues on his fingers.
The people hurry by
As he plays upon his corner,
Sometimes throw a coin
And if they see the pain in his eyes
They just look away.
Old men in the park
Spitting at the world
Just count the hours Faded flowers
Left up on the shelf
Trying to keep warm
In an overcoat of memories
Soon be dead.
Scraping for fuel
This crazy old world is quite out of tune
Too many trumpets
The people hurry by
All looking for a corner
And if they meet a friend
Who asks them to repay some old favour
They just look away.
Old men in the dark
Sitting on the world
Play cards with words
So absurd,
The devil's harmony.
Each man to himself
In a well cut suit of selfishness
Just looks away.
Premiata Forneria Marconi
sábado, junio 10, 2006
Dove ... quando ... Premiata
Dove stai?
Dove sei?
Solo dentro me.
Cosa fai?
come sei?
solo come me.
Inventarti qua e làè
giocovecchio oramai
Bussa già
la fretta di te.
Che farai amore mio,
che sorriso avrai?
Dai tuoi si dai tuoi
no cosa imparerò?
Principessa serena del cielo che avrò.
Bussa già
la fretta di te.
Premiata Forneria Marconi
Rapsodia bohemia. Queen
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy,
I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go.
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows,
doesn't really matter to me,
to me
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on,
as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody
I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo
(anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch
will you do the fandango?
Thunderbolts and lightning
very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro
magnifico
But I'm just a poor boy
and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from his monstrosity
Easy come easy go
will you let me go
Bismillah! No
we will not let you go
let him goBismillah!
We will not let you go
let him goBismillah!
We will not let you go
let me goWill not let you go
let me go (never)
Never let you go
let me go
Never let me go ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh mama mia, mama mia,
mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside
for mefor mefor mefor me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby - can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out
- just gotta get right outta here
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
nothing really matters
to me
Anyway the wind blows...
Queen
V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V
viernes, junio 09, 2006
Somebody to love. Queen
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Each morning I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord what you're doing to me
I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just can't get no relief, Lord!
Somebody, somebody
Can anybody find me
somebody to love?
I work hard every day of my life
I work till I ache my bones
At the end I take home my hard
earned pay all on my own
I get down on my knees
And I start to pray
Till the tears run down
from my eyes Lord
somebody - somebody
Can anybody find me
somebody to love?
(He works hard) Everyday
I try and I try and I try
But everybody wants
to put me down
They say I'm goin' crazy
They say I got a lot
of water in my brain
Got no common sense
I got nobody left to believe
Yeah - yeah yeah yeah
Oh Lord Somebody - somebody
Can anybody find
me somebody to love?
Got no feel, I got no rhythm
I just keep losing my beat
I'm ok, I'm alright
Ain't gonna face no defeat
I just gotta get out
of this prison cell
Someday I'm gonna be free, Lord!
Find me somebody to love
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Queen
V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V V
miércoles, junio 07, 2006
The show must go on. Queen
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AWYFP56YpXc&search=freddie%20mercury%20the%20show%20must%20go%20on
Empty spaces -
what are we living for?
Abandoned places
I guess we know the score
On and on!
Does anybody know
what we are looking for?
Another hero
another mindless crime.
Behind the curtain,
in the pantomime.
Hold the line!
Does anybody want to take it anymore?
The show must go on!
The show must go on!
Inside my heart is breaking.
My make-up may be flaking,
But my smile,
still, stays on!
Whatever happens,
I'll leave it all to chance.
Another heartache -
another failed romance.
On and on!
Does anybody know
what we are living for?
I guess i'm learning
I must be warmer now
I'll soon be turning
round the corner now.
Outside the dawn is breaking,
But inside in the dark
I'm aching to be free!
The show must go on!
The show must go on!
Yeah!Ooh!
Inside my heart is breaking!
My make-up may be flaking!
But my smile,
still, stays on!
Yeah! oh oh oh
My soul is painted
like the wings of butterflies
Fairy tales of yesterday,
will grow but never die,
I can fly, my friends!
The show must go on!
Yeah!
The show must go on!
I'll face it with a grin!
I'm never giving in!
On with the show!
I'll top the bill!
I'll overkill!
I have to find the will
to carry on!
On with the,
On with the show!
The show must go on.
Queen
martes, junio 06, 2006
The friends of Mr Cairo. Jon and Vangelis
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Ph8hNljOXE
Frankie: Okay, this is the picture. Johnny's been hurt. He's been hurt bad.
Woman: Look, we can't leave him here, we can't. Look, he's in a pool of blood. He's gonna die, I know it.
Frankie: We've gotta leave him here, honey. We gotta. He won't talk, I promise you that! Will you Johnny?
Woman: Frankie, I don't care whether he talks or not, I just can't leave him like this.
Johnny Listen. Leave me here I... I... I can ... I can ... handle it.
Woman: Oh, no, Johnny, no...
[interlude]
Frankie: The cops are outside. Luke's in the car. Come on, let's get the hell outta this joint.
Woman: Frankie, when they get here wer're gonna be dead, I know we are! We don't have agun!Frankie: Listen. We got three million... Listen, [spud]. We got three million in the can, here. We can't look after him, I'll send the bird to his mother. Come on, let's just get out of this place, we can do it!
Woman: Oh, no, Johnny, no...
[interlude]
Frankie: Okay now, just lean up against that door. When I give the word "Go" we just..., we just go through it and blast at the same time. She came, as in the book, Mickey Spillane. That Saturday night dark masquerade. Had filled his friend with lead, the same, sweetheart. But then, as nothing happens quite the same Investigation is the game. He had to check her story right away-he dead Sam Spade his buddy Archer first to go he got it. She spelt it out, how could they know the 'Fatman' got it -he deadHer sister didn't really live at all-confusion-he dead. His chase led to the Fatman, to face the friends of Mr. Cairo
[movie like speech:]
Woman: Hey, there's a really terrific dress shop. Can we stop this raid while I buy a new gown?
Frankie: I'll buy you the whole factory, sweetheart. Don't worry. That night, the double crosser got it rightPretending he was really dimHe slipped to Sam a double gin (Mickey Finn). He woke, the boys had gone, but not his gun. They'd left a note to lead him on. The chase to find the Maltese Falcon-you bet-Early thirties gangster movies. Set to spellbind population. From Chicago to Hong Kong.Via Istanbul the Talking Tong. Dirty rats thru' prohibition. Money flowed thru gangsterism. Acting out this fantasyIn Hollywoods vicinity. The best part for the best rendition. Al Capone he sent to prison. Citizen Kane came fast and quickly . Conquerin ol' New York City Poking fun at superstition .
Media became television .Give me Cagney anyday. Or Jimmy Stewart for President or Edward 'G' and all those guys. Who always shoot between the eyes. Between the eyes. Between the eyes.
[movie like speech:]
Kasper: ha, ha, well done Mr. Cairo, and what do you have to say about that, my friend?
Spade: Allright. So you've got me in it. What about her?
Brigid: Don't worry about me, I'm okay.
Kasper: Very magnanimous, sir, very magnanimous indeed, ha, ha, ha.
Mr. Cairo: You mean..., you won't make us an offer we... we can't refuse...Father love do you work, do you work for Mother. Chances could call, and accept that, be no other. Science as it might, disappear correspond with colour. Chance is the fruit, will outlive, what is now the brother. Call for total wealth to distribute like a pictureIn black and white, give it joy, give it, let it hit you. Spoil our existence by extreme gift to population. Father love do you work, do you work for Mother. Tell me straight be the Godfather be no other. Media Kings give us now give us total movie. Straight right now, give it clear, give us total movie. Now being here, being now, being here believing.
[movie like speeches:]
Man: I don't know which words to put in there sweetheart, you know, I can't do it. Pretty kind of useless, though, don't you think so Mary?
Man: Come with me to the far lands of Baghdad.
Woman: Oh, if only I could. That's what I want more than anything in the world, but it could never be...Man: Of course it can...
Woman: But my father would find us wherever we went. Yes, he has forbidden me to... to even speak to you, if he finds me now. I don't know what he'd do...
Man: But he doesn't know that I'm... I'm a prince. Before, I was the thief of Baghdad now...
Woman: It doesn't matter...
Man: Then follow me, darling, follow me now to the ends of the Earth. One on one to talk to you. Like film stars they get close to you. You've mirrored his appeal. He wants you so, he wants to be beside you. Then you pass by giving him the other side of youLike the mystics do. So that every time he moves, he moves for you. Soul and light can always see. The meeting of true love and she. This silent night and I. I guess a lonely mind might seeI've seen love on the screenI've seen a screen goddesss and me-oh. How often this, how often, this the power of you. And so, I must confess. Whatever I seeI'm meant to be there with you. With you with you. Silent golden movies, talkies, technicolour, long ago. My younger ways stand clearer, clearer than my footprints. Stardom greats I've followed closely. Closer than the nearest heartbeat. Longer that expected-ther were great-Oh love oh love just to see them. Acting on the silver screen, oh myClark Gable, Fairbanks, Maureen O'Sullivan. Fantasy would fill my life and ILove fantasy so much. Did you see in the morning lightI really talked, yes I did, to Gods early dawning light. And I was privileged to be as I am to this day.
To be with you. To be with you
[movie actor like speech:]
Mr. Cairo: Listen. I have arranged this display for... for all of you people to... to come here this evening and I... I know you have been searched, but, what you... you don't realize is, is that in the back of the Maltese Falcon, I have it ...
lunes, junio 05, 2006
I´ll find my way home. Jon and Vangelis
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=40K55oszGho&search=jon%20and%20vangelis
You ask me where to begin
Am I so lost in my sin
You ask me where did I fall
I'll say I can't tell you when
But if my spirit is lost
How will I find what is near
Don't question I'm not alone
Somehow I'll find my way home
My sun shall rise in the east
So shall my heart be at peace
And if you're asking me when
I'll say it starts at the end
You know your will to be free
Is matched with love secretly
And talk will alter your prayer
Somehow you'll find you are there
Your friend is close by your side
And speaks in far ancient tongue
A season's wish will come true
All seasons begin with you
One world we all come from
One world we melt into one
Just hold my hand and we're there
Somehow we're going somewhere
Somehow we're going somewhere
You ask me where to begin
Am I so lost in my sin
You ask me where did I fall
I'll say I can't tell you when
But if my spirit is strong
I know it can't be long
No questions I'm not alone
Somehow I'll find my way home
Somehow I'll find my way home
Somehow I'll find my way home
Somehow I'll find my way home
Jon and Vangelis
viernes, junio 02, 2006
Wonderous Stories. Yes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EL6HYvbkpLk&search=yes%20wonderous%20stories
I awoke this morning love laid me down by a river.
Drifting I turned on upstream Bound for my forgiver.
In the giving of my eyes to see your face.
Sound did silence meleaving no trace.
I beg to leave, to hear your wonderous stories.
Beg to hear your wonderous stories.
He spoke of lands not faror lands they were in his mind.
Of fusion captured highwhere reason captured his time.
In no time at all he took me to the gate.
In haste I quickly checked the time.
If I was late I had to leave to hear your wonderous stories.
Had to hear your wonderous stories.
HearingHearingHearing your wonderous stories.
Hearing your wonderous stories.
It is no lie I can see deeply into the future.
Imagine everythingYou're closeand were you there to stand
so cautiously at first and then so high.
As he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky.
I bid it to returnto hear your wonderous stories.
Return to hear your wonderous stories.
Yes
Goodbye stranger. Supertramp
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AvmqkECmTg8&search=supertramp
It was an early morning yesterday
I was up before the dawn
And I really have enjoyed my stay
But I must be moving on
Like a king without a castle
Like a queen without a throne
I'm an early morning lover
And I must be moving on
Now I believe in what you sayIs the undisputed truth
But I have to have things my own way
To keep me in my youth
Like a ship without an achor
Like a slave without a chain
Just the thought of those sweet ladies
Sends a shiver through my veins
And I will go on shining
Shining like brand new
I'll never look behind me
My troubles will be few
Goodbye strange it's been nice
Hope you find your paradise
Tried to see your point of view
Hope your dreams will all come true
Goodbye Mary, Goodbye Jane
Will we ever meet again
Feel no sorrow, feel no shame
Come tomorrow, feel no pain
Now some they do and some they don't
And some you just can't tell
And some they will and some they won't
With some it's just as well
You can laugh at my behavior
That'll never bother me
Say the devil is my savior
But I don't pay no heed
And I will go on shining
Shining like brand new
I'll never look behind me
My troubles will be few
Goodbye stranger it's been nice ...
Supertramp
jueves, mayo 25, 2006
I know what I like. Genesis
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_EYU75uhKk
It's one o'clock and time for lunch,
When the sun beats down and I lie
on the benchI can always hear them talk.
There's always been Ethel:"Jacob, wake up!
You've got to tidy your room now."And then Mister Lewis:
"Isn't it time that he was out on his own?"
Over the garden wall, two little lovebirds - cuckoo to you!
Keep them mowing blades sharp...
I know what I like,
and I like what I know;
getting better in your wardrobe,
stepping one beyond your show.
Sunday night, Mr Farmer called, said:"Listen son,
you're wasting your time; there's a future for youin the fire escape trade.
Come up to town!"But I remebered a voice from the past;
"Gambling only pays when you're winning"-
I had to thank old Miss Mort for schooling a failure.
Keep them mowing blades sharp...
I know what I like,
and I like what I know;
getting better in your wardrobe,
stepping one beyond your show.
When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench,
I can always hear them talk.
Me, I'm just a lawnmower -
you can tell me by the way I walk.
Genesis
lunes, mayo 22, 2006
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Thank You. Led Zeppelin
If the sun refused to shine,
I would still be loving you.
When mountains crumble to the sea,
there will still be you and me.
Kind woman, I give you my all,
Kind woman, nothing more.
Little drops of rain whisper of the pain,
tears of loves lost in the days gone by.
My love is strong, with you there is no wrong,
together we shall go until we die.
My, my, my.
An inspiration is what you are to me,
inspiration, look... see.
And so today, my world it smiles,
your hand in mine, we walk the miles,
Thanks to you it will be done,
for you to me are the only one.
Happiness, no more to be said, happiness....
I'm glad. If the sun refused to shine,
I would still be loving you
Mountains crumble to the sea,
there will still be you and me.
Led Zeppelin
sábado, mayo 13, 2006
Good bye blue sky. Pink Floyd
Look mummy, there’s an aeroplane up in the sky
Did you see the frightened ones?
Did you hear the falling bombs?
Did you ever wonder why we had to run
for shelter when thePromise of a brave new world
unfurled beneath a clear blueSky?
Did you see the frightened ones?
Did you hear the falling bombs?
The flames are all gone, but the pain lingers on.
Goodbye, blue sky
Goodbye, blue sky.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Pink Floyd
viernes, mayo 12, 2006
A whiter shade of pale. Procol Harum
We skipped the light fandango
And turned cartwheels across the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
The crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see
But I wandered through my playing cards
Would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
At the moment my eyes were open
They might just as well have been closed
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
Procol Harum
lunes, mayo 08, 2006
A horse with no name. America
On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz
And the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
But the air was full of sound
I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain La, la ...
After two days in the desert sun
My skin began to turn red
After three days in the desert fun I was looking at a river bed
And the story it told of a river that flowed
Made me sad to think it was dead
You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain La, la ...
After nine days I let the horse run free
'Cause the desert had turned to sea
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
there was sand and hills and rings
The ocean is a desert with it's life underground
And a perfect disguise above
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground
But the humans will give no love
You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...
America
Velvet Green. Jethro Tull
Cover en teclado:
Walking on velvet green.
Scots pine growing.
Isn't it rare to be taking the air, singing.
Walking on velvet green.
Walking on velvet green.
Distant cows lowing.
Never a care: with your legs in the air, loving.
Walking on velvet green.
Won't you have my company, yes, take it in your hands.
Go down on velvet green, with a country man.
Who's a young girls fancy and an old maid's dream.
Tell your mother that you walked all night on velvet green.
One dusky half-hour's ride up to the north.
There lies your reputation and all that you're worth.
Where the scent of wild roses turns the milk to cream.
Tell your mother that you walked all night on velvet green.
And the long grass blows in the evening cool.
And August's rare delight may be April's fool.
But think not of that, my love, I'm tight against the seam.
And I'm growing up to meet you down on velvet green.
Now I may tell you that it's love and not just lust.
And if we live the lie, let's lie in trust.
On golden daffodils, to catch the silver stream
that washes out the wild oat seed on velvet green.
We'll dream as lovers under the stars
of civilizations raging afar.
And the ragged dawn breaks on your battle scars.
As you walk home cold and alone upon velvet green.
Walking on velvet green.
Scots pine growing.
Isn't it rare to be taking the air, singing.
Walking on velvet green.
Walking on velvet green.
Distant cows lowing.
Never a care: with your legs in the air, loving.
Walking on velvet green.
Jethro Tull
miércoles, mayo 03, 2006
Remember a day . Pink Floyd
Let There Be More Light y Remmember a Day en la Televisión Francesa:
Remember a day before today
A day when you were young.
Free to play alone with time
Evening never came.
Sing a song that can't be sung
Without the morning's kissQueen
- you shall be it if you wish
Look for your king
Why can't we play today
Why can't we stay that way
Climb your favorite apple tree
Try to catch the sun
Hide from your little brother's gun
Dream yourself away
Why can't we reach the sun
Why can't we blow the years away
Blow awayBlow away
Remember
Remember
Pink Floyd
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