6th Replica

Un par de canciones de este nuevo grupo de Reus, 6th Replica.


Pretending 




Fakes & Lies

Jet, un par de canciones

Descubrí este grupo en "Pequeñas Mentiras sin Importancia", al principio, en el bar, cuando el colega pilla la moto.  Os dejo un par de enormes canciones.

She Holds a Grudge de Jet.

She holds a grudge
Like no other woman
I ever met before
Yeah there are some tears
Then after, it's like a million years
Well she comes around
But I can't tell
If she let herself be held

I gotta do something, sometimes

Once
In my life
I'm gonna say sorry 
Before I die

When, I?m alone
Well I don't feel
I think too much
Well I don't know enough
No ones right all the time

I gotta do something, sometimes

Once
In my life
Im gonna say sorry before I die
Baby Im sorry
So sorry
I apologise

Babe when I hold you
Then you will know
You're my woman

Believe me it is the only way
Don't leave me hear what I say 
Yeah carry me back home 
Back home

For once
In my life 
Im sorry
I apologise
Babe please don't tell me
That all you see is black
No
And when I hold you
Then you will know 
You're my woman

La Di Da de Jet.

Let it come down let it all come down
Get up get in get out, do you have something to say?
Only you don't get to talk, not to me that way


Let it come down let it all come down
Come on come on come on
Are you feeling the same
I will still be standing here, when you walk away


I don't know anymore
What I need and what for
All I know, is there must be something more


Let it come down let it all come down
You know you know you know
It don't matter what those people say
You don't want to live your life someone else's way


I don't know anymore
[ Jet Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
What I need and what for
All I know, is there must be something more


La di di La di da
How did we ever get this far
Well I know, that there must be something more


Let it come down let it all come down
Come on, come on, come on, do you have something to say?
Only you don't get to talk, not to me that way


I don't know anymore
What I need and what for
All I know, is there must be something more


La di di La di da
How did we ever get this far
Well I know, that there must be something more 

Feliz Navidad

Happy Xmas (War is Over) de John Lennon

So this is Christmas
And what have you done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
Ans so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young

A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear
And so this is Christmas
For weak and for strong
For rich and the poor ones
The world is so wrong
And so happy Christmas
For black and for white
For yellow and red ones
Let's stop all the fight
A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear
And so this is Christmas
And what have we done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
Ans so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young
A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear
War is over over
If you want it
War is over
Now...

No corras si te llamo de repente, no te vayas si te grito piérdete, a menudo los labios más urgentes no tienen prisa dos besos después.

Todavía una canción de amor

No te fíes si te juro que es imposible

no dudes de mi duda y mi quizás

el amor es igual que un imperdible

perdido en la solapa del azar

La luna toma el sol de madrugada
nunca jamás quiere decir tal vez
la muerte es un amante despechada
que juega sucio y no sabe perder

Estoy tratando de decirte que
me desespero de esperarte
que no salgo a buscarte porque se
que corro el riesgo de encontrarte
que me sigo mordiendo noche y día
las uñas del rencor
que te sigo debiendo todavía
una canción de amor.

No corras si te llamo de repente
no te vayas si te grito piérdete
a menudo los labios más urgentes
no tienen prisa dos besos después.
Se aferra el corazón a lo perdido
los ojos que no ven miran mejor
cantar es disparar contra el olvido
vivir sin ti es dormir en la estación.

Canción: Todavía una canción de amor
Año: 1996
Letra: Joaquín Sabina y Andrés Calamaro

La canción número uno del día que nací.

Busca en la página http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_number-one_hits_(United_States) cuál era el single número uno de la semana de tu nacimiento


A mi me toca está, al menos no es una triste y de cantautor amargado por el pasado, el presente y el futuro.

Hey Joe, Hey Jimi Hendrix

Hey Joe, la versión de Jimi Hendrix

—Hey, Joe, ¿a dónde vas con esta pistola en la mano? Te estoy diciendo que a dónde vas con esa pistola en la mano.
—Voy a matar a mi mujer. La he descubierto con otro hombre.
Le dije:
—Joe, he oído que has matado a tu mujer.
Y él dijo:
—Sí, lo he hecho, la he matado porque la pillé con otro hombre.
—Hey, Joe, ¿a dónde irás ahora? Dios mío, ¿a dónde irás ahora?
—Me voy al sur, a México, donde puedo ser libre. Nadie se meterá conmigo allí. Ningún verdugo me pondrá una soga alrededor del cuello. Puedes creerlo.
—Hey Joe, será mejor que huyas.
—Me marcho hacia el sur. Adiós a todos.

Fallin & Flyin por Jeff Bridges, un poquito de country

De la enólica y musical película, "Crazy Heart", una canción que no deja de resonar en mi masa encefálica.


Fallin & Flyin

I was goin’ where I shouldn’t go
seein’ who I shouldn’t see
doin’ what I shouldn’t do
and bein’ who I shouldn’t be

a little voice told me it’s all wrong
another voice told me it’s alright
I used to think that I was strong
but lately I just lost the fight

funny how fallin’ feels like flyin’
for a little while
funny how fallin’ feels like flyin’
for a little while

I got tired of bein’ good
started missing that old feeling free
stop actin’ like I thought I should
and went on back to bein’ me

I never meant to hurt no one
I just had to have my way
if there is such a thing as too much fun
this must be the price you pay

funny how fallin’ feels like flyin’
for a little while
funny how fallin’ feels like flyin’
for a little while

you never see it comin’ till it’s gone
it all happens for a reason
even when it’s wrong
especially when it’s wrong

funny how fallin’ feels like flyin’
for a little while
funny how fallin’ feels like flyin’
for a little while

I was goin’ where I shouldn’t go
seein’ who I shouldn’t see
doin’ what I shouldn’t do
and bein’ who I shouldn’t be

La canción que hoy no podría escribirse

Sí, si de Los Ronaldos

Estás haciendo mal al dejarme pasar,
estás haciendo mal y no sé lo que va a pasar.
Tendría que besarte, desnudarte, pegarte y luego violarte
hasta que digas sí, hasta que digas sí,
hasta que digas sí, sí, sí, hasta que digas sí.

Mírame el ojo derecho, niña, y dime que ves en él,
seguro que hay ansia y fuego, muchas pagarían por él.
El día más claro pronto llegará,
ajústate los pantalones y vamos a bailar,
y dime sí, por favor, dime sí,
por favor, dime sí, por favor, dime sí.

Estás haciendo mal al dejarme pasar,
estás haciendo mal y no sé lo que va a pasar.
Tendría que besarte, desnudarte, pegarte y luego violarte
hasta que digas sí, hasta que digas sí,
hasta que digas sí, sí, sí, hasta que digas sí.

Estás haciendo mal,
estás haciendo mal,
estás haciendo mal,
estás haciendo mal,
y no sé lo que va a pasar.

Tendría que besarte, desnudarte, pegarte y luego violarte
hasta que digas sí, hasta que digas sí,
hasta que digas sí, sí, sí, hasta que digas sí.

El amor nos destrozará otra vez

Ian Curtis escribió con veinte años, cuando la rutina aprieta,y las ambiciones están por los suelos,y el resentimiento cabalga fuerte,las emociones no crecen.  Demasiada vida para un crío, que decidió terminar con una soga al cuello.  Disfrutemos esta obra de arte de un genio, con su Joy Division.





El amor nos destrozará otra vez.

When the routine bites hard
And ambitions are low
And the resentment rides high
But emotions wont grow
And were changing our ways,
Taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again
Why is the bedroom so cold
Turned away on your side?
Is my timing that flawed,
Our respect run so dry?
Yet theres still this appeal
That weve kept
through our lives
Love, love will tear us apart again
Do you cry out in your sleep
All my failings expose?
Get a taste in my mouth
As desperation takes hold
Is it something so good
Just cant function no more?
When love,
love will tear us apart again.

Cuando la rutina aprieta,
y las ambiciones están por los suelos,
y el resentimiento cabalga fuerte,
las emociones no crecen.
Y al cambiar nuestros caminos,
tomando carreteras diferentes.
El amor, el amor nos destrozará otra vez.
¿Por qué la cama está tan fría
en el lado en el que tú estás?
¿Soy yo el que no está a la altura?
¿Hemos perdido el respeto mutuo?
Todavía queda algo de atracción,
que hemos mantenido
a lo largo de nuestras vidas.
Amor. El amor nos destrozará otra vez.
¿Gritas todos mis errores
cuando estás durmiendo?
Tengo un sabor en la boca.
Mientras la desesperación aguanta.
¿Es eso algo bueno?
¿No podrá funcionar nunca más?
Cuando el amor,…
el amor nos destrozará otra vez.

Bank Robber, otra gran canción de The Clash

El otro día viendo Rocknrolla -no es una gran película, pero no está mal para pasar el rato-, recordé esta gran canción de The Clash. La que canta el hijo del Ganster en su habitación. No tiene desperdicio, y hoy no me la puedo sacar de la cabeza.



My Daddy was a bankrobber
But he never hurt nobody
He just loved to live that way
And he loved to steal your money

Some is richand some is poor
And thats the way the world is
And I don't believe in lying back
And saying how bad your life is

So we came to jaz it up
Never loved a shovel
Break your back earn your pay
And don't forget to grovel

Daddy was a bankrobber
But he never hurt nobody
He just loved to live that way
And he loved to take your money (What law?)

The old man spoke up in a bar
Said I never been in prison
A lifetime serving one machine
Is ten times worse than prison

Imagine if all the boys in jail
Could get out now together
What do you think they want to say to us
While we were being clever

Someday you'll meet your rockin chair
Cause that's where we're spinnin
There's no point to want to comb your hair
When its grey and thinin (Hey)

Hey
Daddy was a bankrobber
But he never hurt nobody
He just loved to live that way
And he loved to steal your money

So we came to jaz it up
We never loved a shovel
Break your back earn your pay
And don't forget to grovel (Hey)

Get away, get away
Get away, get away
Get away, get away
Get away

Daddy was a bankrobber
But he never hurt nobody
He just loved to live that way
And he loved to steal your money

Run, Laddy, run

Strike out boy
For the hills
I can't find that hole in the wall
I know that they never will

My Daddy was a bankrobber
But he never hurt nobody
He just loved to live that way
And he loved to steal your money

When I was younger, so much younger than today.

HELP

Help, I need somebody,
Help, not just anybody,
Help, you know I need someone, help.

When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way.
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me.

And now my life has changed in oh so many ways,
My independence seems to vanish in the haze.
But every now and then I feel so insecure,
I know that I just need you like I've never done before.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me.

When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way.
But now these daya are gone, I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me, help me, help me, oh.

La noche que Paddy Murphy murió... muchos de los chicos se emborracharon y todavía no están sobrios

The night that Paddy Murphy died

Oh the night that Paddy Murphy died, is a night I'll never forget
Some of the boys got loaded drunk, and they ain't got sober yet;
As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feelin' gay
O'Leary came with the bagpipes, some music for to play

Chorus:
That's how they showed their respect for Paddy Murphy
That's how they showed their honour and their pride;
They said it was a sin and shame and they winked at one another
And every drink in the place was full the night Pat Murphy died

As Mrs. Murphy sat in the corner pouring out her grief
Kelly and his gang came tearing down the street
They went into an empty room and a bottle of whiskey stole
They put the bottle with the corpse to keep that whiskey cold

Chorus

About two o'clock in the morning after empty'ing the jug
Doyle rolls up the ice box lid to see poor Paddy's mug
We stopped the clock so Mrs. Murphy couldn't tell the time
And at a quarter after two we argued it was nine

Chorus

They stopped the hearse on George Street outside Sundance Saloon
They all went in at half past eight and staggered out at noon
They went up to the graveyard, so holy and sublime
Found out when they got there, they'd left the corpse behind!

Chorus

Oh the night that Paddy Murphy died, is a night I'll never forget
Some of the boys got loaded drunk and they ain't been sober yet;
As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feelin' gay
O'Leary came with the bagpipes, some music for to play

Esto es la vida

Llegaba al trabajo, en el i-pod sonaban Los Rodríguez con una versión excelente de "That's Life", subimos y bajamos, pero vivamos, que esto dura lo poco que dura.



That's Life

That's life, that's what all the people say.
You're riding high in April,
Shot down in May
But I know I'm gonna change that tune,
When I'm back on top, back on top in June.

I said that's life, and as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks,
Stompin' on a dream
But I don't let it, let it get me down,
'Cause this fine ol' world it keeps spinning around

I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,
A poet, a pawn and a king.
I've been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing:
Each time I find myself, flat on my face,
I pick myself up and get back in the race.

That's life
I tell ya, I can't deny it,
I thought of quitting baby,
But my heart just ain't gonna buy it.
And if I didn't think it was worth one single try,
I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly

I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,
A poet, a pawn and a king.
I've been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing:
Each time I find myself laying flat on my face,
I just pick myself up and get back in the race

That's life
That's life and I can't deny it
Many times I thought of cutting out
But my heart won't buy it
But if there's nothing shakin' come this here july
I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball and die
My, My

Una de The Ramones

Tanta crisis, tanto fútbol y tanta tontería, encedí mi viejo ipod -si, tiene más de un par de años, ya es anciano, ya no sirve, como caducan, como nos caducan-, y allí andaban The Ramones con una vieja canción de los Rolling Stones.
Para la familia Ramone, seguirán sonando con mucha más fuerza que los músicos de hoy.




"Out Of Time"

You don't know what's going on
You've been away for far too long
You can't come back and think you are still mine
You're out of touch, my baby
My poor discarded baby
I said, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time

Well, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
I said, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
You are all left out
Out of there without a doubt
'Cause baby, baby, baby, you're out of time

You thought you were a clever girl
Giving up your social whirl
But you can't come back and be the first in line, on no
You're obsolete my baby
My poor old-fashioned baby
I said baby, baby, baby you're out of time

Well, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
I said, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
Yes, you are left out
Out of there without a doubt
'Cause baby, baby, baby, you're out of time

Amb tot el "carinyu" pels meus amics culés

En Calamaro sempre té una cançó per cada moment, un pot perdre, com pot guanyar, però l'important es aixecar-se. Salut i sort.



OK Perdón de Andrés Calamaro

Donde lloran las gaviotas,
vamos juntos a llorar,
no te preocupes
no se te nota,
que no sabes encajar.

Supongo que dolio un poco,
si fue la primera vez,
pero hay que ser fuerte,
contra la corriente tambien.

Cuantas veces me dijeron que no,
a mi y sobrevivi,
dame la mano y veni,
que te enseño a perder.

No nos rendiremos

No me rendiré, no nos rendiremos, podéis jodernos, pisarnos, arrancarnos las entrañas, pero no nos rendiremos, seguiremos luchando, porque estamos aquí y porque esto es un partido de rugby.





No surrender de Bruce Springsteen

Well, we bursted out of class
Had to get away from those fools
We learned more from a 3-minute record, baby
Than we ever learned in school
Tonight I hear the neighborhood drummer sound
I can feel my heart begin to pound
You say you're tired and you just want to close your eyes
And follow your dreams down

Chorus:
Well, we made a promise we swore we'd always remember
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Like soldiers in the winter's night
With a vow to defend
No retreat, baby, no surrender

Well, now young faces grow sad and old
And hearts of fire grow cold
We swore blood brothers against the wind
Now I'm ready to grow young again
And hear your sister's voice calling us home
Across the open yards
Well maybe we'll cut someplace of own
With these drums and these guitars

'Cause we made a promise we swore we'd always remember
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Blood brothers in the stormy night
With a vow to defend
No retreat, baby, no surrender

Now on the street tonight the lights grow dim
The walls of my room are closing in
There's a war outside still raging
You say it ain't ours anymore to win
I want to sleep beneath
Peaceful skies in my lover's bed
With a wide open country in my eyes
And these romantic dreams in my head

Once we made a promise we swore we'd always remember
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Blood brothers in a stormy night
With a vow to defend
No retreat, baby, no surrender

"Feo, Fuerte y Formal" de Loquillo

Ya no quedan tipos como antes.



"Feo, Fuerte y Formal" de Loquillo

No vine aquí para hacer amigos
pero sabes que siempre puedes contar conmigo.
Dicen de mí que soy un tanto animal,
pero en el fondo soy un sentimental.

Mi familia no son gente normal
de otra época y corte moral.
Resuelven sus problemas de forma natural.
Para qué discutir, si puedes pelear.

Dame una sonrisa de complicidad
y toda tu vida se detendrá.
Nada será lo mismo, nada será igual,
ya sabes...
Feo, fuerte y formal.

En el calor de la noche,
a plena luz del día,
siempre dispuesto para alegrarte el día.
Soy hombre de bien
a carta cabal
y como el DUQUE:
feo, fuerte y formal.

Mi fama me precederá
hasta el infinito y más allá.
Y vive Dios que escrito está:
“Si doy mi palabra,
no se romperá”.

"Las Dos Caras de la Moneda." Los Rebeldes

La gente se olvida, es el destino del hombre, Que nada es por nada has de recordar que quien siembra recoge.
No lo olvides compañero, todo tiene su eco en la eternidad.



Las Dos Caras de la Moneda.

El amor y el odio, la vida y la muerte,
El blanco y el negro hermanos son como pasado y presente.
El honor y la gloria, el abismo y el puente,
El beso y la herida unidas van como la desgracia y la suerte.

Siempre son las dos caras de la misma moneda,
Piénsalo bien, antes de elegir.
Siempre son las dos caras de la misma moneda,
Cuando la tires al aire y caiga, no la podrás cambiar.

El oro y la lata, el débil y el fuerte,
El carbón y la plata, occidente y oriente.
El amor y el desierto, el cuerpo y la mente,
La tierra y el viento unidos van como el nunca y el siempre.

Siempre son las dos caras de la misma moneda,
Piénsalo bien, antes de elegir.
Siempre son las dos caras de la misma moneda,
Cuando la tires al aire y caiga, no la podrás cambiar.

A partir de aquí es igual pero medio tono más alto hasta el final
La gente se olvida, es el destino del hombre,
Que nada es por nada has de recordar que quien siembra recoge.
El sol y la luna, el niño y el hombre,
El todo y el nada, el día y la noche.

Siempre son las dos caras de la misma moneda,
Piénsalo bien, antes de elegir.
Siempre son las dos caras de la misma moneda,
Cuando la tires al aire y caiga, no la podrás cambiar.

"Stand Up and Fight" de los irlandeses de Limerick

"Stand Up and Fight"

Thanks a lot! I'm sure glad to be,
To be where I c'n see
So many friends o' mine.
How've I been doin'? How've I been doin'?
If you really wanta know de truth,
I'm doin' fine!
Seventeen decisions in a row,
An' only five on points; de res' was all K.O.
Jackson an' Johnson, Murphy an' Bronson,
One by one dey come,
An' one by one to dreamland dey go.
How's it done? You ask me, how's it done?
I got a trainer man who taught me all I know.
Sure feels good to have him in my corner,
Hear his voice a-whisp'rin' low:
"Big boy, remember, you mus' remember...

Stan' up an' fight until you hear de bell,
Stan' toe to toe, trade blow fer blow,
Keep punchin' till you make yer punches tell,
Show dat crowd watcher know!
Until you hear dat bell, dat final bell,
Stan' up an' fight like hell!"

When you fight out in de open air,
In a patch o' light de ring looks small an' white.
Out in de blackness, out in de blackness,
You c'n feel a hun'erd thousan' eyes
Fillin' de night.
Cigarettes are blinkin' in de dark,
An' makin' polka dots aroun' de baseball park,
People are quiet den dere's a riot!
Someone t'rows a punch
An' plants it right smack on de mark...
Someone’s hurt, you kinda think it's you.
You hang across de ropes
Da's all you want to do.
Den you look aroun' an' see your trainer's eyes,
Beggin' you to see it through,
Dey say, "Remember, big Boy, remember

Stan' up an' fight until you hear de bell,
Stan' toe to toe, trade blow fer blow,
Keep punchin' till you make yer punches tell,
Show dat crowd watcher know!
Until you hear dat bell, dat final bell,
Stan, up an' fight like hell!"

Poncho Lament de Tom Waits

Well the stairs sound so lonely without you
I ain't made my bed in a week
Coffee stains on the paper I'm writing
And I'm too choked up inside to speak

And yes, I know our differences pulled us apart
I never spoke a word heart to heart
And I'm glad that you're gone
But I wish to the Lord that you'd come home

And I'm glad that you're gone
Got the feeling so strong
And I'm glad that you're gone
But I wish to the Lord that you'd come home

Well my guitar still plays your favorite song
Though the strings have been outta tune for some time
Every time I strum a cord, I pray out to the Lord
That you'll quit your honkey tonkin' sing my song

And I'm glad that you're gone
Got the feeling so strong
Yes I'm glad that you're gone
But I wish to the Lord that you'd come home

So I'll throw another log onto the fire
Now I'll admit I'm a lousy liar
As the coals die down and flicker
I hear that guitar picker
Play the song we used to sing so long ago

And I'm glad that you're gone
Got the feeling so strong
Yes I'm glad that you're gone
But I wish to the Lord that you'd come home

And I'm glad, damn glad you're gone
Got the feeling so strong
Yes I'm glad that you're gone
But I wish to the Lord you'd come home