martes, 25 de septiembre de 2007
otra foto de irlanda para celebrar que waterboys visita españa en octubre... ya estoy nerviosooooooooooooooooooooooo
These things you keep
you better throw them away
you want to turn your back
on your souless days
once you were tethered
now you are free
once you were tethered
now you are free
that was the river
this is the sea
now if you are feeling weary
if you've been alone too long
or maybe you been suffering from
a few too many plans that have gone wrong
and you're tryin' to remember
how fine your life used to be
running around banging your drum
like it's ninteeen seventy three
well that was the river
this is the sea
now you say you got trouble
you say you got pain
you say you got nothin' left to believe in
nothin' to hold on to
nothin' to trust
nothin' but chains
you've been scouring your conscience
raking through your memory
scouring your conscience
raking through your memory
that was the river
this is the sea
now i can see you're waverin'
as you try to decide
you've got a war in your head
and it's tearing you up inside
you're tryin' to make sense
of something that you just don't see
tryin' to make sense now
and you know that you once held the key
but that was the river
and this is the sea
now here is a train
it's comin' on down the line
you realise if you hurry
you got still enough time
and you don't need no tiket
and you dont pay no fee
and you don't need no ticket
and you dont pay no fee
because that was the river
and this is the sea
that was the river
this is the sea
that was the river
this is the sea
the river, the river, the river, the river
the river, the river, the river
and this is the sea
sea mmmmmm sea
Behold The Sea
waterboys
"this is the sea"
miércoles, 5 de septiembre de 2007
bostezos con cafe
estos dias me dedico a ver Twin Peaks... y las decepciones abundan en el guion, casi como la propia vida
hoy me rodeo de verde espinaca y miro al suelo, fijamente... y es real, todo es real
sueño casi todas las noches con aquellas noches en las que, mas que soñar, vivia cada segundo antes de despertar con el amanecer... y los bostezos se fundian en cafe, y olian a chocolate y a mar
I've wasted all my years
Been chasin' all my fears
For another brighter than you
I gave in long ago to make it to the show,
But it's not easy when you're alone
All your prayers
In my ears
Don't you care?
Whir yourself around
Just to fall back down
Whir yourself around
My honey, little girl
C'mon, lets go for a whirl
It's still early, the sun is sleeping
She says she wants to marry me
She says she wants a baby
It's not easy when you're scared
Whir yourself around
Just to fall back down
Whir yourself around
All your prayers
In my ears
Don't you care?
Queda poco para volar y desaparecer del dia a dia
Esta semana parece que cuesta y hay demasiados obstaculos
pero en breve apagare los motores y me dejare llevar por la corriente
asi nada podra detenerme
espero...
en unos dias fotos de cielos, vacas, mares y verde, mucho verde
de momento un anticipo con forma de cancion
huele a bostezo
pocos minutos para decir bona nit
muaks
The lights are on in Standun's and a spell has been broken
The roadside teahouse door is wide open
A sign on the wall says "American also spoken"
as spring comes to Spiddal
The village girls go walking by without their coats
The Irish gaelic college is alive again with folk
Farmers gather talking, freed from winter's yoke
as spring comes to Spiddal
A towerist with a telescope
and a funny looking German bloke
and a billy goat
all invoke
the summer soon to bloom...
On a soft and fresh Atlantic air a mist of pollen floats
On Galway Bay I spy a gaily painted fishing boat
There's a rustle around the boreens and a song on every throat
as spring comes to Spiddal
Waterboys "Sprin comes to Spiddal"
Suena ahora: Josh Rouse "Nice to fit in"
martes, 4 de septiembre de 2007
una noche tan larga como el eco de un segundo, de un maldito segundo
el equilibrio se rompe momentaneamente
nada importa
lo esencial se olvida
y son solo 3 cosas las necesarias
y millones las superfluas
tengo que aprender
y escribir mil veces
en la arena
todo lo que no puedo decir
al final tenian razon
y las derrotas pueden ser eternas
Volverán los días de ingenio,
el mundial que nunca ganaremos,
la fuerza y las noches de miedo,
los clásicos serán siempre modernos.
Eres lo único que me queda,
la resistencia clandestina
defendiendo causas perdidas,
romanticismos suicidas.
Indispensable en tu equipaje,
iré contigo a todas partes
como tu canción favorita,
siameses inseparables.
Te abrazaré hasta el fin de los tiempos,
seré tu piel, tus mejores momentos.
Un clásico antiguo como un beso
y haré por ti todas las cosas
que nunca hice por mí, sí.
Aunque las calles se derritan,
aunque las flores se marchiten,
aunque pasemos de los treinta
y las derrotas sean eternas.
Te abrazaré hasta el fin de los tiempos,
seré tu piel, tus mejores momentos.
Un clásico antiguo como un beso
y haré por ti todas las cosas
que nunca hice por mí, sí.
Volverán los días de ingenio,
el mundial que nunca ganaremos ...
Te abrazaré hasta el fin de los tiempos,
seré tu piel, tus mejores momentos.
Un clásico antiguo como un beso
y haré por ti todas las cosas
que nunca hice por mí, sí,
que nunca hice por mí.
LHR "Nunca ganaremos el mundial"
Sin duda, uno de mis discos de cabecera.
Suena ahora: Deluxe "De tanto callar"
lunes, 3 de septiembre de 2007
alaquas
De nuevo el FRA nos vuelve a sorprender... un escenario impresionante y un cartel con grandes figuras como Mercury Rev, The Rakes, Maximo Park o The Charlatans... Un 10 para la organizacion y para todos los que colaboran en un festival que, pese a las criticas, sigue siendo gratis y sigue teniendo una calidad muy muy alta.
Charlatans nos devolvio a los noventa, cuando el pop se hizo mayor... Lo mejor del concierto, sin duda, estar rodeado de los amigos de siempre, los que no se cansan nunca, los que incluso cuando se pone el sol y parece que no hay luz, inventan el fuego...
el año que viene repetimos, verdad?
For all of us the world is a hound
For all others there's never a frown
To the leaders who try as they might
Dabble dabble here as high as the night
When the lights go out in London
The crowds will disappear
I'll be there for your tomorrows tonight
I look into the eyes of a man in this barren land
I look to my sweet and say quietly
Hold my hand
In our hearts we...
We know what we like in this battle scene
Please be sweet and be bright
When the lights go out in London
The crown will disappear
I'll be there for your tomorrows tonight
I look into the eyes of a man in this barren land
I look to my sweet and say quietly
Hold my hand
For all of us the world is a hound
For all others there's never a frown
To the leaders who try as they might
Hug me to sleep as I die in the night
When the lights go out in London
The crown will disappear
I'll be there for your tomorrows tonight
I look into the eyes of a man in this barren land
I look to my sweet and say quietly
Hold my hand
Take my hand now
Take my hand now
Take my hand now
In this barren land
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