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Decades, by Joy Division

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La División del Placer nos regala esta joyita deprimente, genial para una mañana de sábado en la que no recordamos absolutamente nada. Buen fin de semana, :)

 

Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders,
Here are the young men, well where have they been?
We knocked on the doors of Hell's darker chamber,
Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in,
Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying,
We saw ourselves now as we never had seen.
Portrayal of the trauma and degeneration,
The sorrows we suffered and never were free.

Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?

Weary inside, now our heart's lost forever,
Can't replace the fear, or the thrill of the chase,
Each ritual showed up the door for our wanderings,
Open then shut, then slammed in our face.

Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?

Stay Free, by The Clash

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Hey!, para ser viernes 13, hoy no fue un día tan malo, comparado con los anteriores. Y mi sobrina me recordó que es el último fin de semana de vacaciones. El lunes regresa a la vieja mina de sal, igual que millones de escolapios más. Para ella, nada menos que desearle buona fortuna. Como sea, les traemos punk para esta tarde nublada. El punk nunca cae mal, vaya. 

We met when we were in school
never took no shit from no one, we weren't fools
the teacher says we're dumb
we're only having fun
we piss on everyone
in the classroom

When we got thrown out i left without much fuss
an' weekends we'd go dancing
down streatham on the bus
you always made me laugh

Got me in bad fights
play me pool all night
smokin' menthol

I practised daily in my room
you were down the crown planning your next move
go on a nicking spree
hit the wrong guy
each of you get three
years in brixton

I did my very best to write
how was butlins?
were the screws too tight?
when you lot get out
were gonna hit the town
we'll burn it fuckin' down
to a cinder

´Cos years have passed and days have changed
and i move anyway i wanna go
i'll never forget the feeling i got
when i heard that you'd got home
an' i'll never forget the smile on my face
'cos i knew where you would be
an' if you're in the crown tonight
have a drink on me
but go easy...step lightly...stay free

Smokey Day, by The Zombies

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Y para este Viernes Santo, les traemos a la banda favorita de Yisus Resucitado. Yeah!

 

Smokey day, hey
Bring the dust of dusty evening
Weave the spell of evening
Into patterns of my life

Smokey day, hey
How her perfume still entrances
Soft, serene, she dances
Moving sweetly through my life

Smokey day, hey
Hear the call of plaintive voices
Does it whisper
Voices calling gently through the night

Smokey day, hey
Your enchanting light is leaving
Silver haze is leaving
And bringing to me peaceful night

Ceremony, by New Order

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This is why events unnerve me,
They find it all, a different story,
Notice whom for wheels are turning,
Turn again and turn towards this time,
All she ask's the strength to hold me,
Then again the same old story,
World will travel, oh so quickly,
Travel first and lean towards this time.

Oh, I'll break them down, no mercy shown,
Heaven knows, it's got to be this time,
Watching her, these things she said,
The times she cried,
Too frail to wake this time.

Oh I'll break them down, no mercy shown
Heaven knows, it's got to be this time,
Avenues all lined with trees,
Picture me and then you start watching,
Watching forever, forever,
Watching love grow, forever,
Letting me know, forever.

Tiny Dancer, by Elton John

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The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what we share with someone else when we're uncool. 

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad

Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums

But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly 

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today

I´m A Man, by Pulp

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Buen fin de semana.


Laid here with the advertising sliding past my eyes
Like cartoons from other peoples lives,
I start to wonder what it takes to be a man.
Well I learned to drink
And I learned to smoke
And I learned to tell a drity joke.
If that's all there is then there's no point for me.

So please can I ask just why we're alive?
Cos all that you do seems such a waste of time
And if you hang around too long you'll be a man.
Tell me 'bout it.
Your car can get up to a hundred and ten -
You've nowhere to go but you'll go there again
And nothing ever makes no difference to a man.

So you stumble into town and hold your stomach in.
Show them what you've got tho' they've seen everything.
Yeah you're a beauty but they've seen your type before.
You've got no need but still you want,
So go and book that restaurant.
The wine will flow and then you'll just fly away.

So please can I ask just why we're alive?
Cos all that you do seems such a waste of time
And if you hang around too long you'll be a man.
Tell me 'bout it.
Your car can get up to a hundred and ten -
You've nowhere to go but you'll go there again
And nothing ever makes no difference to a man.
Nothing ever makes no difference to a man.
That's what I am.

Andy's Chest, by Lou Reed

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Algo del maese Reed nunca cae mal. Buen fin de semana.

If I could be anything
in the world that flew
I would be a bat and come
swooping after you
And if the last time you were here
things were a bit askew

Well, you know what happens after dark
When rattlesnakes lose their skins and their hearts
And all the missionaries lose their bark

Oh, all the trees are calling after you
And all the venom snipers after you
Are all the mountains boulder after you

If I could be any one of the things
in this world that bite
Instead of a dentured ocelot on a leash
I'd rather be a kite
And be tied to the end of your string
and flying in the air, baby, at night

'Cause you know what they say about honey bears
When you shave off all their baby hair
You have a hairy minded pink bare bear

And all the bells are rolling out for you
And stones are all erupting out for you
And all the cheap bloodsuckers are flying after you

Yesterday, Daisy Mae and Biff
were groovin' on the street
And just like in a movie
her hands became her feet
Her belly button was her mouth
which meant she tasted what she'd speak, ooohhh

But the funny thing is what happened to her nose, ooohhh
It grew until it reached all of her toes, ooohhh
Now, when people say her feet smell, they mean her nose

And curtains laced with diamonds, dear for you
And all the Roman noblemen for you
And kingdom's Christian soldiers, dear for you
And melting ice cap mountains tops for you
Oh, oh, and knights in flaming silver robes for you
And bats that with a kiss turn prince for you

Swoop, swoop, oh, baby, rock, rock
Swoop, swoop, rock, rock
Swoop, swoop, rock, rock

My Way, by The Sex Pistols

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Del episodio Donnie Fatso, perteneciente a la temporada 22 de The Simpsons:

Home Simpson never again worked
for the FBI. Though he continued to play
in the Mafia softball team.

Moe developed a taste for burning buildings
and became a serial arsonist. He was
never caught... no, wait. They just got him.

Lenny and Carl opened a shave ice stand
on Maui. The most popular flavor was
banana-mango. They earned a meager
but sufficient living for the rest of their days.

Goodfellas writer Nicholas Pileggi had
nothing to do with this episode. He is
currently serving a life time on marriage to
Nora Ephron without possibility of parole.


No son los mejores años de la serie, por mucho, pero es bueno saber que todavía pueden hacer cosas buenas. El episodio es una joya. Para verlo, den clic aquí.  
Una rola digna de un funeral punk.

Ruby Tuesday, by The Rolling Stones

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She would never say where she came from
Yesterday don't matter if it's gone
While the sun is bright
Or in the darkest night
No one knows
She comes and goes

Goodbye, ruby tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still Im gonna miss you...

Don't question why she needs to be so free
Shell tell you it's the only way to be
She just can't be chained
To a life where nothings gained
And nothings lost
At such a cost

There's no time to lose, I heard her say
Catch your dreams before they slip away
Dying all the time
Lose your dreams
And you will lose your mind.
Aint life unkind?

Goodbye, ruby tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still Im gonna miss you...

No Surprises, by Radiohead

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Esta canción es el equivalente musical a una mamada en el cine: un clásico que siempre cae bien. Y se agradece.

 

A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal

You look so tired and unhappy
Bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us
I'll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent, silent

This is my final fit, my final bellyache with

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises please

Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden

No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here)
No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here)
No alarms and no surprises please (let me out of here)