Guiños en el sueño

MJ sueña que es famosa, y por ello que Meryl Streep quiere interpretarla y Woody Allen hace del pardillo de Peter Parker, lo que no se es quien hace de Spidey

Pincha para agrandar

White Room - Cream

White Room
Jack Bruce/Pete Brown

In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawn-light smiles on you leaving, my contentment.

I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.

You said no strings could secure you at the station.
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
I walked into such a sad time at the station.
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning.

I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back;
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.

At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten.
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.

I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves

Sintesis

Sultans of Swing - Dire Straits

Sultans Of Swing
Mark Knopfler

You get a shiver in the dark
It's been raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie double four time
You feel all right when you hear that music ring

You step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Too much competition too many other places
But not too many horns can make that sound
Way on downsouth way on downsouth London town

You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
And an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing

And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job he's doing alright
He can play honky tonk just like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing

And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
And the Sultans played Creole

And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
'Thank you goodnight now it's time to go home'
and he makes it fast with one more thing
'We are the Sultans of Swing'

El dia que ella se fue

hace mucho, mucho tiempo que no sabemos nada de ti, y no se si eso es bueno o malo

todo iba bien, al menos a nosotros nos lo parece, todos estábamos felices, charlando tranquilamente, disfrutando de la compañía, dijiste adiós, que era hora de terminar por hoy, y así lo hicimos

pero no sabíamos que ese hasta luego iba a significar un adiós, un hasta nunca

desapareciste, sin dejar ni un rastro, te fuimos a buscar, te llamábamos, te halábamos... y tu nada, esporádicamente teníamos algún conocimiento de que estabas viva, pero poco mas, hasta que definitivamente cerraste cualquier vía de comunicacion

y así ha pasado un año, han pasado muchas cosas, muchas las querrías saber, otras muchas las querrías haber vivido, ha habido cambios, unos para mejor y toros para peor, y el mundo sigue girando...

ya que has desaparecido, ya que has querido acabar con tu antigua vida, lo único que te pedimos es que nos lo expliques, aceptamos tu decisión, pero no la entendemos ya que no sabemos a que viene, nos tienes desconcertados, y estamos preocupados por ti

ha pasado un año, creo que el tiempo nos hace sabios, así que recapacita y deja algún "hola, estoy bien" por lo menos. te echamos de menos

Sweet Home Chicago - The Blues Brothers

Sweet Home Chicago
Woody Payne

{ guitar intro }

Come on, oh baba don't you want to go
Oh come on, oh baba don't you want to go
Back to that same old place
Sweet home chicago

(( Come on, baba don't you want to go ))
(( Hida-hey, baba don't you want to go ))
(( Back to that same old place ))
(( Oh sweet home chicago ))

Well one and one is two
Six and two is eight
Come on baba don't you make me late

(( Hida-hey, baba don't you want to go ))
(( Back to that same old place ))
(( Sweet home chicago ))

(( Come on, baba don't you want to go ))
(( Oh come on, baba don't you want to go ))
(( Back to that same old place ))
(( Sweet home chicago ))

{ nifty bass runs start }

{ guitar solo }

Six and three is nine
Nine and nine is eighteen
Look there brother baby and you'll see what I've seen

(( Hida-hey, baba don't you want to go ))
(( Back to that same old place ))
(( Sweet home chicago ))

(( Oh come on, baba don't you want to go-oh-ooh ))
(( Come on, baba don't you want to go ))
(( Back to that same old place ))
(( My sweet home chicago ))

{ bass runs throughout }

{ sax solo }

{ trombone solo }

{ sax solo }

{ piano solo }
{ jam } { END }

Poses - Rufus Wainwright

a mi me parece el mejor musico de la decada



Poses
Rufus Wainwright

The yellow walls are lined with portraits
And I've got my new red fetching leather jacket
All these poses such beautiful poses
Makes any boy feel like picking up roses

There's never been such grave a matter
As comparing our new brand name black sunglasses
All these poses such beautiful poses
Makes any boy feel as pretty as princes

The green autumnal parks conducting
All the city streets a wondrous chorus singing
All these poses oh how can you blame me
Life is a game and true love is a trophy

And you said
Watch my head about it
Baby you said watch my head about it
My head about it
Oh no oh no oh no
Oh no oh no no kidding

Reclined amongst these packs of reasons
For to smokes the days away into the evenings
All these poses of classical torture
Ruined my mind like a snake in the orchard
I did go from wanting to be someone now
I'm drunk and wearing flip - flops on Fifth Avenue

Once you've fallen from classical virtue
Won't have a soul for to wake up and hold you

In the green autumnal parks conducting
All the city streets a wondrous chorus
Singing all these poses now no longer boyish
Made me a man ah but who cares what that is

And you said watch my head about it
Baby you said watch my head about it
My head about it
Oh no oh no oh no
Oh no oh no well you said
Watch my head about it
Baby you said watch my head about it
My head about it
Oh no oh no oh no
Oh no oh no no kidding