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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

Happy #Bloomsday :)

James-joyce

Hoy es el “Bloomsday”. 16 de junio: el día en el que transcurre la narración de Ulises, la gigantesca, homérica y pavorosa novela de James Joyce (en foto) que suma las 250 mil palabras de locura, vulgaridad, culteranismo y belleza. Los círculos literarios (y los fans) de Joyce llaman a este día Bloomsday, en honor a Leopold Bloom, el personaje central del libro que, por repetir lo que más se ha dicho, es una suerte de Odiseo irlandés que va y viene en un día completo del Dublín de principios del siglo XX.

Ya que me lo regaló una novia muy linda un primero de enero, y dado que Ulises tiene demasiadas páginas, tardé todo aquel año (2006) en leerlo: lo hice tirado en la cama, en un sillón de casa-de-Padre-y-Madre donde me ponía a leer, en cafes de distinta decoración y en el archivo fotográfico de cierta casa editorial en la que trabajé durante todo ese año. Durante las comidas y las tardes de hueva, me sentaba encima de una silla comodísima y proseguía con la lectura deUlises.

Vi pasar todas las estaciones durante ese año. Hay pasajes del libro que asocio con el frío, otros con el calor, otros con el otoño y la Navidad. Cuando lo acabé terminó el año. Empezó eñ 2007, dejé mi trabajo y al poco tiempo entré a la carrera que siempre quise estudiar. Todo cambió rápidamente.

No tengo otro libro que me haya regalado un recuerdo tan fuerte y tan vívido y tan emotivo como este. A pesar de ser un libro tan cabrón con el lector. Te pone una putiza. Te pone a dudar si el autor es un lunático o tú eres demasiado idiota como para entender lo que está tratando de decir. Al final no lo descifré; pero se quedó adentro de mí.

Y este es mi breve pero sentido festejo del Bloomsday desde un nublado México, DF.

Sister Christian, by Night Ranger

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Madre ama esta canción. Yo amo la escena de Boogie Nights en donde es utilizada. Madre ama, igual que yo, a Paul Thomas Anderson. Las cosas generalmente se dan bien entre nosotros. 

 

Vimos Boogie Nights un sábado en la cineteca. En la old good cineteca. Caraxo, extraño ese lugar.

 

Feliz fin de semana.



Sister Christian, oh the time has come 
And you know that you're the only one to say 
Okay 

Where you goin', what you looking for? 
You know those boys don't want to play no more with you 
It's true 

You're motoring 
What's your price for flight, 
And finding Mister Right? 
You'll be all right tonight 

Babe, you know you're growing up so fast 
And momma's worrying that you won't last to say 
Let's play 

Sister Christian, there's so much in life 
Don't you give it up before your time is due 
It's true 
It's true (Yeah) 

You're motoring 
You've got him in your sights 
And driving through the night 
You're motoring 
What's your price for flight, 
And finding Mister Right? 
You'll be all right tonight 

You're motoring 
What's your price for flight, 
And finding Mister Right? 
You'll be all right tonight 
You're motoring 
What's your price for flight, 
And finding Mister Right? 
You'll be all right... 
Tonight 

Sister Christian, oh the time has come 
And you know that you're the only one to say 
Okay 
But you're motoring

The Chain, by Fleetwood Mac

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Solo Fleetwood Mac. Solo Rumors. Y muchos recuerdos.

Que tengan un buen fin de semana.   

 

Listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise

Run in the shadows
Damn your love, damn your lies

And if you don't love me now
You will never love me again
I can still hear you saying you would never break the chain
And if you don't love me now
You will never love me again
I can still hear you saying you would never break the chain

Listen to the wind blow, down comes the night

Run in the shadows
Damn your love, damn your lies

Break the silence
Damn the dark, damn the light

And if you don't love me now
You will never love me again
I can still hear you saying you would never break the chain
And if you don't love me now
You will never love me again
I can still hear you saying you would never break the chain
And if you don't love me now
You will never love me again
I can still hear you saying you would never break the chain

Chain...keeps us together
(run into the shadows)
Chain...keeps us together
(run into the shadows)
Chain...keeps us together
(run into the shadows)

Caroline, No; by The Beach Boys

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Fue Madre quién me mostró que fueron The Beach Boys, sin ser los más publicitados ni los más populares, los que crearon el mejor disco de rock de la década de los sesenta. Pet Sounds es mágico, una obra maestra atemporal, alucinante y memorable. Uno de esos discos que te cambian la vida, que te dan algún nuevo cada vez que los escuchas (como amigos que cada vez te tienen más confianza). El disco que volvió loco a Paul McCartney y que Madre me puso a los 4 años y que termina con esta canción, la cual se presentó muchas veces en mis sueños. Gracias a esa sesión fue que más tarde entendí la genialidad de Brian Wilson, uno de esos tipos que genuinamente no parecen de este mundo. Como Bowie en los 70´s. O como Babe Ruth. No necesariamente un Dios, pero si alguien superior a los demás mortales.

Y yo solo quiero decir… ya saben, gracias.

Buen fin de semana. :)     

Where did your long hair go
Where is the girl I used to know
How could you lose that happy glow
Oh, Caroline no

Who took that look away
I remember how you used to say
You'd never change, but that's not true
Oh, Caroline you

Break my heart
I want to go and cry
It's so sad to watch a sweet thing die
Oh, Caroline why

Could I ever find in you again
Things that made me love you so much then
Could we ever bring 'em back once they have gone
Oh, Caroline no

Hello, it's me; by Todd Rundgren

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En este mes de mayo, Viernes de Audio y Lyrics se viste de gala y presenta un programa titulado: "Favoritos de Madre". Y en primera quisiera presentar la canción con la que despertaba cada sábado, sonando a un volumen que en muchos países se consideraría ilegal. Pero bueno, así las cosas.

Buen fin de semana.

Hello, it's me
I've thought about us for a long, long time
Maybe I think too much but something's wrong
There's something here that doesn't last too long
Maybe I shouldn't think of you as mine

Seeing you
Or seeing anything as much as I do you
I take for granted that you're always there
I take for granted that you just don't care
Sometimes I can't help seeing all the way through

It's important to me 
that you know you are free
'Cause I never want to make you change for me

Think of me
You know that I'd be with you if I could
I'll come around to see you once in a while
Or if I ever need a reason to smile
And spend the night if you think I should

It's important to me 
that you know you are free
'Cause I never want to make you change for me

Think of me
you know that i'd be with you if i could.
I'll come around to see you once in a while
Or if i ever need a reason to smile
And spend the night if you think i should

(think of me)

Winterlong, by Pixies

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Un viernes de audio y lyrics y un gran cover. Que tengan un gran fin de semana.

I waited for you winterlong
You seemed to be where I belong
It's all illusion anyway

If things should ever turn out wrong
And all the love we have is gone
It won't be easy
On that day

Waiting to follow 
Through the dream light of your way
Is not so easy for me now

After time has passed your way 
Things we thought of yesterday
Come back now
Comeback now
Whoahohhh

Waiting to follow 
Through the dream light of your way
Is not so easy for me now

After time has passed your way 
Things we thought of yesterday
Come back now
Comeback now
Whoahohhh

I waited for you winterlong
You seemed to be where I belong [repeat both lines 6X in sequence]

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?