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Pale Blue Eyes, by The Velvet Underground

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Viernes de quincena, de tráfico desquiciante, de protestas, del estreno de la película de dicho presidente gringo en su faceta de cazador de vampiros… Y Viernes de Audio & Lyrics también, claro.

Esta vez presentamos una canción que no necesita presentación, la cual me ha acompañado en muchas madrugadas de domingos, con los últimos vestigios de fiestas que se van consumiendo tan tristemente como cabos de velas solitarias en bibliotecas de monasterios medievales. O algo así.

Como sea, es una gran canción.

Que tengan un excelente fin de semana.

Sometimes I feel so happy
Sometimes I feel so sad
Sometimes I feel so happy
But mostly you just make me mad
Baby you just make me mad
Linger on, your pale blue eyes
Linger on, your pale blue eyes

Thought of you as my mountain top
Thought of you as my peak
Thought of you as everything 
I've had but couldn't keep
I've had but couldn't keep

If I could make the world as pure and strange as what I see
I'd put you in the mirror I put in front of me
I'd put in front of me

Skip a life completely, stuff it in a cup
She said money is like us in time
It lies but can't stand up
Down for you is up

It was good what we did yesterday
And I'd do it once again
The fact that you are married
Only proves that you're my best friend
But it's truly, truly a sin
Linger on, your pale blue eyes

Linger on, your pale blue eyes 

Sunny Afternoon, by The Kinks

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En esta parte del mundo, el cambio de estaciones es más sutil de lo que se piensa. Solamente los calendarios nos pueden decir la fecha exacta en la que la primavera deja de ser primavera para convertirse en verano, pero nadie checa los calendarios para eso, la verdad. Aun así, tenemos un método infalible para saber cuándo llega el verano: el inicio de las vacaciones escolares.

En esta parte del mundo nos damos cuenta del transcurso de las estaciones mediante fechas específicas. El invierno inicia el 12 de diciembre y se acaba aquél día que dicen es el Natalicio de Don Benito Juárez. El verano dura más o menos un mes, cuando hace más calor y no hay clases. El otoño es todo lo que le sigue hasta que empiezan las fiestas de fin de año.

Sí, quizá no sea la manera más exacta de medir el paso de las estaciones, pero es nuestra manera. Los cambios climáticos quizá no son del todo perceptibles, pero sí los cambios en nuestra rutina. Lo cual nos ayuda a darnos cuenta de que la vida va avanzando, dejando dolor y felicidad atrás y cargando, cada vez un poco más, nuestros discos duros con las sombras de dichos sucesos.

Esta semana se acabó el verano. Lástima por los escolapios. El camino parece largo hasta la primera posada, pero créanme que la verdad no lo es.

Buen fin de semana.

The tax man's taken all my dough, 
And left me in my stately home, 
Blazing on a sunny afternoon. 
And I can't sail my yacht, 
He's taken everything I've got, 
All I've got's this sunny afternoon. 

Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze. 
I got a big fat mama trying to break me. 
And I love to live so pleasantly, 
Live this life of luxury, 
Blazing on a sunny afternoon. 
In the summertime 
In the summertime 
In the summertime 

My girlfriend's run off with my car, 
And gone back to her ma and pa, 
Telling tales of drunkenness and cruelty. 
Now I'm sitting here, 
Sipping at my ice cool beer, 
Lazing on a sunny afternoon. 

Help me, help me, help me sail away, 
Well give me two good reasons why I oughta stay. 
'Cause I love to live so pleasantly, 
Live this life of luxury, 
Lazing on a sunny afternoon. 
In the summertime 
In the summertime 
In the summertime 

Ah, save me, save me, save me from this squeeze. 
I got a big fat mama trying to break me. 
And I love to live so pleasantly, 
Live this life of luxury, 
Lazing on a sunny afternoon. 
In the summertime 
In the summertime 
In the summertime 
  

Beetlebum, by Blur

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Viernes de Audio y Lyrics y también último viernes de los Juegos Olímpicos de Verano de este 2012 que, dicen, será el año en el que se acabe el mundo. Pero aunque así fuera, podemos decir que mientras vivimos fuimos testigos de la historia, de la construcción de leyendas. Vivimos en una época de gigantes realmente envidiable.

 

Si el mundo no se acaba en diciembre, tendremos mucho que contar cuando seamos viejos y ricos.

 

Como sea, los dejo con Blur y les deseo un excelente fin de semana.

 

Beetlebum
What you've done
She's a gun
Now what you've done
Beetlebum
Get nothing done
You beetlebum just get numb
Now what you've done
Beetlebum


And when she lets me slip away
She turns me on all my violence is gone
Nothing is wrong
I just slip away and I am gone
Nothing is wrong
She turns me on
I just slip away and I am gone

Beetlebum
Because you're young
She's a gun
Now what you've done
Beetlebum
She'll suck your thumb
She'll make you come
Coz, she's your gun
Now what you've done
Beetlebum

And when she lets me slip away
She turns me on all my violence is gone
Nothing is wrong
She turns me on
I just slip away and I'm gone  

That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore, by The Smiths

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Buen fin de semana!

 

Park the car at the side of the road 
You should know 
Time's tide will smother you 
And I will too 
When you laugh about people who feel so 
Very lonely 
Their only desire is to die 
Well, I'm afraid 
It doesn't make me smile 
I wish I could laugh 

But that joke isn't funny anymore 
It's too close to home 
And it's too near the bone 
It's too close to home 
And it's too near the bone 
More than you'll ever know ... 


Kick them when they fall down 
Kick them when they fall down 
You kick them when they fall down 
Kick them when they fall down 
You kick them when they fall down 
Kick them when they fall down 
You kick them when they fall down 
Kick them when they fall down 


It was dark as I drove the point home 
And on cold leather seats 
Well, it suddenly struck me 
I just might die with a smile on my 
Face after all 


I've seen this happen in other people's 
Lives 
And now it's happening in mine 

I've seen this happen in other people's 
Lives 
And now it's happening in mine 


I've seen this happen in other people's 
Lives 
And now it's happening in mine 


I've seen this happen in other people's 
Lives 
And now it's happening in mine 
Oh ... 


I've seen this happen in other people's 
Lives 
Oh ... 
And now it's happening in mine 
Happening in mine 
Happening in mine 
Happening in mine 
Happening in mine 


I've seen this happen in other people's 
Lives 
Oh ... 
And now, now, now it's happening in mine 
(I've seen this happen) 
Happening in mine 
Oh... now, now


I've seen this happen in other people's 
Lives 
Oh ... 
And now it's happening in mine 
(Happen) 
Happening in mine 

Oh ... 

Happening in mine 

Happening in mine 

Happening in mine 


I've seen this happen in other people's 
Lives 

Oh ... 

And now, now, now it's happening in mine 

Happening in mine 

Mine, mine 

Happening in mine 


London Calling, by The Clash

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Teníamos que postear esto, ya saben. Y sí, ya sé que pueden escuchar esta canción en todos lados ahora, pero aquí la pueden descargar, jojojo.

Feliz fin de semana. Disfruten de los Juegos!

London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared, and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls
London calling, now don't look to us
Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing

[Chorus 1:]
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
'Cause London is drowning, and I live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go it alone
London calling to the zombies of death
Quit holding out, and draw another breath
London calling, and I don't wanna shout
But while we were talking, I saw you nodding out
London calling, see we ain't got no high
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes

[Chorus 2: x2]
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
'Cause London is drowning, and I live by the river

Now get this

London calling, yes, I was there, too
An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
After all this, won't you give me a smile?
London calling

I never felt so much alike [fading] alike alike alike

Fourth Time Around, by Bob Dylan

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When she said,
"Don't waste your words, they're just lies,"
I cried she was deaf.
And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes,
Then said, "What else you got left?"
It was then that I got up to leave
But she said, "Don't forget,
Everybody must give something back
For something they get."

I stood there and hummed,
I tapped on her drum and asked her how come.
And she buttoned her boot,
And straightened her suit,
Then she said, "Don't get cute."
So I forced my hands in my pockets
And felt with my thumbs,
And gallantly handed her
My very last piece of gum.

She threw me outside,
I stood in the dirt where ev'ryone walked.
And after finding I'd
Forgotten my shirt,
I went back and knocked.
I waited in the hallway, she went to get it,
And I tried to make sense
Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair
That leaned up against . . .

Her Jamaican rum
And when she did come, I asked her for some.
She said, "No, dear."
I said, "Your words aren't clear,
You'd better spit out your gum."
She screamed till her face got so red,
Then she fell on the floor,
And I covered her up and then
Thought I'd go look through her drawer.

And when I was through,
I filled up my shoe, and brought it to you.
And you, you took me in,
You loved me then,
You never wasted time.
And I, I never took much,
I never asked for your crutch,
Now don't ask for mine.  

Where Do You Go To (My Lovely), by Peter Sarstedt

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Viernes de Audio y Lyrics...

Felíz fin de semana. :)

You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there’s diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are.

You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard of St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do.

But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes i do.

I've seen all your qualifications
You got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does.

When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pines
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs.

And when the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz
With the others of the jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon Brandy
But you never get your lips wet, no you don't.
[
But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
would you Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do.

Your name is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh ha-ha-ha

They say that when you get married
It'll be to a millionaire
But they don't realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn

But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes i do.

I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly brown tags, they try

So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear
the scar, deep inside, yes you do

I know where you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
`Cause I can look inside your head.

Waltz #1, by Elliott Smith

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Every time the day darkens down and goes away
Pictures open in my head of me and you
Silent and cliche, all the things we did and didn't say
Covered up by what we did and didn't do
Going through every out i used to cop to make the repetition stop
What was I supposed to say?

Now I never leave my zone, we're both alone
I'm going home
I wish I'd never seen your face