Haiti (arcade Fire)

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HAITI
(ARCADE FIRE)

Haiti, mon pays,
wounded mother I’ll never see.
Ma famille set me free.
Throw my ashes into the sea.

Mes cousins jamais nes
hantent les nuits de Duvalier.
Rien n’arrete nos espirits.
Guns can’t kill what soldiers can’t see.

In the forest we are hiding,
unmarked graves where flowers grow.
Hear the soldiers angry yelling,
in the river we will go.

Tous les morts-nes forment une armee,
soon we will reclaim the earth.
All the tears and all the bodies
bring about our second birth.

Haiti, never free,
n’aie pas peur de sonner l’alarme.
Tes enfants sont partis,
in those days their blood was still warm.

More than a feeling (Boston)

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MORE THAN A FEELING
(BOSTON)

I looked out this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away

It’s more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
’till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin’ away

So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on
as clear as the sun in the summer sky

It’s more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
’till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin’ away

When I’m tired and thinking cold
I hide in my music, forget the day
and dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped away
She slipped awa y. She slipped away.

It’s more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
’till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin’ away

La decoración (Sr. Chinarro)

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LA DECORACIÓN
(Sr. CHINARRO)

Una nube de humo negro cubre mi paisaje.
Hay chimeneas de hace más de un siglo, más de dos.
Están en el paseo de poniente.
Los más ágiles pintaron tonterías escalando por amor.

Ahí está la decoración,
en cualquier rincón,
entre nubes de humo negro y de ruidos,
como un cromo que tuviese repetido.

He ahí la plaza de los toros,
más hermosa cuando está vacía,
esa feria ya pasó.
Cerca está el Palacio de Justicia,
antes era un gran hotel,
los criminales cambian pronto su versión.

Ahí está la decoración,
en cualquier rincón,
entre nubes de humo negro y de ruidos,
como un cromo que tuviese repetido.

Como Frankenstein voy caminando
cuesta abajo hacia la casa,
mientras los turistas desde el autobús
miran y no salen de su asombro.
Dime, niña, tú que miras,
dime cuándo diablos sales tú.

Y detrás la vegetación,
pierdo la visión
entre nubes de humo negro y de ruidos,
como un cromo que tuviese repetido.

ALBUM: EL MUNDO SEGÚN (2006)

Everyday Is Like Sunday (Morrissey)

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Cando Johnny Marr decide poñer fin á súa relación artística con Morrissey, The Smiths estaban mortos. Foi daquela cando Morrissey inicia a súa carreira en solitario que chega ata os nosos días. O seu primeiro disco foi Bona Drag no que aínda colaborou con el o baixista e o batería do seu anterior grupo. Nese disco hai algunhas das súas grandes cancións, entre elas esta que recomendamos agora. As letras de Morrissey son do mellor da música rock -lle pese a quen lle pese- e esta en concreto unha auténtica xoia.

EVERY DAY IS LIKE SUNDAY
(MORRISSEY)

Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench
Where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon – come Armageddon!
Come Armageddon! Come!
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard:
“How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here”
In this seaside town
That they forgot to bomb
Come, come, come Nuclear Bomb!
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
And on your face
On your face..

Everyday is like Sunday
“Win Yourself A Cheap Tray”
Share some grease-tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey

ÁLBUM: Bona Drag

All my little words (Magnetic Fields)

Unha preciosa canción de Magnetic Fields e unha versión de Russian Red. Compara!!

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ALL MY LITTLE WORDS
(MAGNETIC FIELDS)

You are a splendid butterfly
It is your wings that make you beautiful
And I could make you fly away
But I could never make you stay

You said you were in love with me
Both of us know that that’s impossible
And I could make you rue the day
But I could never make you stay

Not for all the tea in China
Not if I could sing like a bird
Not for all North Carolina
Not for all my little words

Not if I could write for you
The sweetest song you ever heard
It doesn’t matter what I’ll do
Not for all my little words

Now that you’ve made me want to die
You tell me that you’re unboyfriendable
And I could make you pay in pain
But I could never make you stay.

ALBUM: 69 Love songs (1999)

Fill her up (Gene)

A banda de Martin Rossiter déixanos en 1999 unha das súas mellores cancións. Encadrados dentro do denominado Britpop, Gene supuxo a pervivencia dunha corrente artística de grupos que, herdeiros dos Smiths ou The Clash, cimentaron o prestixio da música pop británica.

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FILL HER UP
(GENE)

I raise a glass to you
I fill her up for you
I’ll buy the drinks
And we will sink a few tonight
I’d give my arm for you
I’ll even fight for you
I’ll buy the drinks
And we will slip into the night
Into the night
Into the night
I’ll pile them high for you
Just have your fill will you
I’ll buy the drinks
And we will slip into the night
I’ll open up for you
Don’t sober up will you
I’ll buy the drinks
And we will slip into the night
Into the night
Into the night
I’ll raise a glass to you
Take on the world with you
I’ll buy the drinks
And we will sink a few tonight
I’ll pile them high for you
And give my life to you
I’ll buy the drinks
And we will slip into the night
We drink until we stink
And dive headlong into the night

My favourite game (The Cardigans)

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MY FAVOURITE GAME
(THE CARDIGANS)

I don’t know what you’re looking for
You haven’t found it baby, thats for sure
You rip me off, you spread me all around
In the dust of a deartide?
And this is no case of lust you see
Its not a matter of you versus me
Its fine the way you want to be on your own
But in the end its always me alone

I’m losing my favourite game
You’re losing your mind again
I’m losing my baby, losing my favourite game

I only know what i’ve been working for
I know you so i could love you more
I really thought that i could take you there
But… nice termin??? – is not getting us anywhere
I had a vision i could turn you right
A stupid mission and a legal fight
I should have seen it when my hope was new
My heart is black and my body is blue

And i’m losing my favourite game
You’re losing your mind again
I’m losing my favourite game
You’re losing your mind again

I’m losing my baby, losing my favoutite game
I’m losing my favourite game (losing my favourite)
You’re losing your mind again (i try)
I try but you’re still the same (i try)
I’m losing my baby
You’re losing a saviour and saint