Blitzkrieg Bop
The Ramones
Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go
They're forming in a straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop
They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop.
Hey ho, let's go
Shoot'em in the back now
What they want, I don't know
They're all reved up and ready to go
lunes, febrero 26, 2007
Blitzkrieg Bop - The Ramones
martes, febrero 20, 2007
Cuenta atrás
queda inaugurada la cuenta atrás en forma de concurso
"se le ha terminado de ir la cabeza" pensareis, quizá, probablemente, pero no del todo, abro un concurso que durará de aquí a 2 semanas, para que después de esas 2 semanas de "reflexión" se elija al ganador que saldra publicado el 18 de marzo
para concursar: enviad cualquier cosa que este minimamente relacionada con el blog y cualquier arte, una vez que sepais que quereis concursar, cuando sepais que sabeis y que podeis os poneis en contacto conmigo que los participantes saldran publicados dentro de 2 semanas para que se vote al mejor, el veredicto se dará oficialmente el 18 de marzo
el premio: ¿qué? ¿os creíais que iba a haber premio? pues es algo que todavia no tengo decidido, premio va a haber, lo de si será en económico no lo sé, que ando muy canino en ese sentido ahora que estoy de baja, pero algún premio si que habrá (aparte de obligaros a leer el blog 8 horas al dia)
creo que ya esta todo explicado, para cualquier duda o sugerencia pinchen y escriban en los comentarios de abajo, todos estais invitados a participar
domingo, febrero 18, 2007
Supersonic - Oasis
Supersonic
Noel Gallagher
I need to be myself
I can't be no one else
I'm feeling supersonic
Give me gin and tonic
You can have it all but how much do you want it?
You make me laugh
Give me your autograph
Can I ride with you in your B.M.W ?
You can sail with me in my yellow submarine
You need to find out
'Cos no one's gonna tell you what I'm on about
You need to find a way for what you want to say
But before tomorrow
'Cos my friend said he'd take you home
He sits in a corner all alone
He lives under a waterfall
No body can see him
No body can ever hear him call
You need to be yourself
You can't be no one else
I know a girl called Elsa
She's into Alka Seltzer
She sniffs it through a cane on a supersonic train
She made me laugh
I got her autograph
She done it with a doctor on a helicopter
She's sniffin in her tissue
Sellin' the Big Issue
She needs to find out
'Cos no one's gonna tell you what I'm on about
She needs to find a way for what she wants to say
But before tomorrow
'Cos my friend said he'd take you home
He sits in a corner all alone
He lives under a waterfall
No body can see him
No body can ever hear him call
jueves, febrero 15, 2007
Sin respuesta
al margen de esto, debo informar que hemos sido de los pocos que no han hecho ninguna soplagaitada por san pastelin
lunes, febrero 12, 2007
Odio los Lunes
despues de un tranquilo domingo de vagueria, el puto despertador te despierta a horas intespestivas en una nublada mañana fria llena de lluvia molesta, molesto todo esto después de una mala noche para mas tarde deprimirte tras una dura jornada en clase pensando que queda toda la semana por delante, los momentos se te hacen interminables y agotadores (especialmente con este trancazo) para despues de la pausa alimenticia sigas con esta monotonia del peso de la semana que a nadie sienta bien
un dato veraz: un estadística revela que el dia de la semana que más gatillazos se producen es el lunes, la misma estadística revela que el dia del año donde mas gatillazos se producen es en san pastelín (el 14 de febrero, que justamente es pasadomañana)
domingo, febrero 11, 2007
Money for Nothing - Dire Straits
Money for Nothing
(Knopfler, Sting)
Now look at them yo-yos thats the way you do it
You play the guitar on the mtv
That aint workin thats the way you do it
Money for nothin and chicks for free
Now that aint workin thats the way you do it
Lemme tell ya them guys aint dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb
We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour tvs
See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup
Yeah buddy thats his own hair
That little faggot got his own jet airplane
That little faggot hes a millionaire
We gotta install microwave ovesns
Custom kitchens deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour tvs
I shoulda learned to play the guitar
I shoulda learned to play them drums
Look at that mama, she got it stickin in the camera
Man we could have some fun
And hes up there, whats that? hawaiian noises?
Bangin on the bongoes like a chimpanzee
That aint workin thats the way you do it
Get your money for nothin get your chicks for free
We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour tvs, lord
Now that aint workin thats the way you do it
You play the guitar on the mtv
That aint workin thats the way you do it
Money for nothin and your chicks for free
Money for nothin and chicks for free
miércoles, febrero 07, 2007
el Ruido Infernal
domingo, febrero 04, 2007
The Happiest Days Of Our Lives + Another Brick In The Wall - Pink Floyd
The Happiest Days of our Lives
(Waters)
When we grew up and went to school
There were certain teachers who would
Hurt the children in any way they could
By pouring their derision
Upon anything we did
And exposing every weakness
However carefully hidden by the kids
But in the town, it was well known
When they got home at night, their fat and
Psychopathic wives would thrash them
Within inches of their lives.
Another Brick in the Wall Part 2
(Waters)
We don't need no education
We dont need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
We don't need no education
We dont need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
"Wrong, Do it again!"
"If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding. How can you
have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?"
"You! Yes, you behind the bikesheds, stand still laddy!"
jueves, febrero 01, 2007
Único
esta mañana me ha llegado la noticia que a la vez me ha causado furor y lamentación, y se trata de un concierto unico en toda España, los Who vuelven al palacio de madrid el proximo jueves 17 de mayo, actuacion única
yo ya me los perdi cuando pisaron España por primera vez el pasado 29 de julio pero no pude ir, y esta vez tampoco podre ir, pero recomiendo a todo el que pueda que vaya a verlos, pues sera algo único
a la cabeza con los legendarios Pete Townshend (guitarra) yRoger Daltrey (voz y teclas) se les unen Zak Starkey (hijo de Ringo Starr, tambien bateria) y Pino Palladino (bajo) sustituyendo a los difuntos Keith Moon y John Entwistle respectivamente, presentando grandes canciones como Pinball Wizard, My Generation, Magic Bus, Won´t Get Fooled Again, Who Are You, Squeeze Box y Baba O´Reilly entre otros