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

Oliver's Army - Elvis Costello

Oliver's Army
Elvis Costello

Don't start me talking

I could talk all night

My mind goes sleepwalking

While I'm putting the world to right




Called careers information

Have you got yourself an occupation?




Chorus:

Oliver's army is here to stay

Oliver's army are on their way

And I would rather be anywhere else

But here today




There was a checkpoint Charlie

He didn't crack a smile

But it's no laughing party

When you've been on the murder mile




Only takes one itchy trigger

One more widow, one less white nigger




(Chorus)




Hong Kong is up for grabs

London is full of Arabs

We could be in Palestine

Overrun by a Chinese line

With the boys from the Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne




But there's no danger

It's a professional career

Though it could be arranged

With just a word in Mr. Churchill's ear




If you're out of luck or out of work

We could send you to Johannesburg




(Chorus)

Guiños en los cómics

voy a empezar una nueva seccion, dedicada a recopilar toda clase de guiños, hoy en los comics

en primera linea, junto al periodista Ben Urich, nuestro compatriota Ramon Bachs nos pinta a Earl con su lista del Karma, Randy, Darnell "hombre cangrejo" y las tetas de Joy, de la serie Me LLamo Earl, que es muy divertida




este va dedicado a Ryoga, que un canguro le tiene secuestrado

Roll Over Beethoven - Electric Light Orchestra

Roll Over Beethoven
Chuck Berry

Gonna write a little letter gonna mail it to me local D.J.
it's a jumpin little record I want my jockey to play
Roll Over Beethoven, gotta hear it again today

My temperature's risin, the juke box's blowin a fuse
My heart's beatin a rhythm, singin out rhythm and blues
Roll Over Beethoven, they're rockin in two by two

Well if you feel you like it, go get your lover and reel and rock it
roll it over and move on up now, go for cover and reel and rock it
roll it over, Roll Over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news

Early in the mornin I'm a givin you the warnin,
don't you step on my blue suede shoes
hey diddle diddle gonna play my fiddle,
I ain't got nothing to lose
Roll Over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news

She wiggles like a glow-worm, dances like a spinning top
she got a crazy partner, you should have seen her reel and rock
long as she got a dime, the music will never stop

Well if you feel you like it, go get your lover and reel and rock it
roll it over and move on up now, go for cover and reel and rock it
roll it over, Roll Over Beethoven, dig these rhythm and blues

Roll Over Beethoven, Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven, Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven, dig these rhythm and blues?

The Man Who Sold The World - Nirvana

The Man Who Sold The World
David Bowie

We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago

Oh no, not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With The Man Who Sold The World

I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed

I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here
We must have died alone, a long long time ago

Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World

London Boys - T-Rex

London Boys
Marc Bolan and T. Rex

Oh yea we're the London boys
Oh yea we're the London boys
Oh yea we're the London boys
Oh yea we're the London boys
Do you remember
Going to Petticoat Lane
With all the conceptions
Moving in your brain
Oh yea we're the London boys
Oh yea we're the London boys
Don't you remember that we're just the London boys
Oh yea we're the London boys
Mighty mean mod king
Dressed like fame
London to Brighton
And then back again
Changing life's patterns
To get to the top
And when you get up there
You don't know if you're there or what

When We Was Fab - George Harrison

When We Was Fab
George Harrison, Jeff Lynne

Back then long time ago when grass was green
Woke up in a daze
Arrived like stangers in the night
Fab - long time ago when we was fab
Fab - back when income tax was all we had

Caresses fleeced you in the morning light
Casualties at dawn
And we did it all
Fab - long time ago when we was fab
Fab - you are my world you are my only love

And while you're in this world
The fuzz gonna come and claim you
But you mo better wise
When the buzz gonna come and take you away
Take you away
Take you away

The microscopes that magnified the tears
Studied warts and all
Still the life flows on and on
Fab - long time ago when we was fab
Fab - but It's All Over Now Baby Blue
Fab - long time ago when we was fab
Fab - like this pullover you sent to me

Fab
And You've Really Got A Hold Me
fab - long time ago when we was fab

NO vayais a Elektra Comis

NO vayais a Elektra Comics en San Bernardo 20 con bolsas, algunos de los dependientes os pueden robar al dejarlas en la consigna

God - John Lennon

y que me de suerte



God
John Lennon
God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain
I'll say it again
God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain

I don't believe in magic
I don't believe in I-ching
I don't believe in Bible
I don't believe in tarot
I don't believe in Hitler
I don't believe in Jesus
I don't believe in Kennedy
I don't believe in Buddha
I don't believe in Mantra
I don't believe in Gita
I don't believe in Yoga
I don't believe in kings
I don't believe in Elvis
I don't believe in Zimmerman
I don't believe in Beatles
I just believe in me
Yoko and me
And that's reality

The dream is over
What can I say?
The dream is over
Yesterday
I was the Dreamweaver
But now I'm reborn
I was the Walrus
But now I'm John
And so dear friends
You'll just have to carry on
The dream is over

Liverpool 8 - Ringo Starr

ringo homenajea a su ciudad natal aprovechando que este año es su año cultural


Liverpool 8
Richard Starkey

I was a sailor first, I sailed the sea
Then I got a job, in a factory
Played Butlin's Camp with my friend Rory
It was good for him, it was great for me

Livepool I left you, said 'goodbye' to Madryn Street
I always followed my heart, and I never missed a beat
Destiny was calling, I just couldn't stick around
Liverpool I left you, but I never let you down

Went to Hamburg, the red lights were on
With George & Paul, and my friend John
We rocked all night, we all looked tough
We didn't have much, but we had enough

Livepool I left you, said 'goodbye' to Madryn Street
I always followed my heart, and I never missed a beat
Destiny was calling, I just couldn't stick around
Liverpool I left you, but I never let you down

In the U.S.A. when we played Shea
We were Number One, and it was fun
When I look back, it sure was cool
For those Four Boys from Liverpool

Livepool I left you, said 'goodbye' to Admiral Grove
I always followed my heart, so I took it on the road
Destiny was calling, I just couldn't stick around
Liverpool I left you, but I never let you down

La la la la la la... Liverpool

Band On The Run - Paul McCartney & Wings

si nadie lo impide vamos con el mes beatle en solitario



Band On The Run

Paul McCartney

Stuck inside these four walls, sent inside forever,
Never seeing no one nice again like you,
Mama you, mama you.
If i ever get out of here,
Thought of giving it all away
To a registered charity.
All i need is a pint a day
If i ever get out of here.

Well, the rain exploded with a mighty crash as we fell into the sun,
And the first one said to the second one there i hope you're having fun.
Band on the run, band on the run.
And the jailer man and sailor sam were searching every one

For the band on the run, band on the run, band on the run, band on the run

Well, the undertaker drew a heavy sigh seeing no one else had come,
And a bell was ringing in the village square for the rabbits on the run.
Band on the run, band on the run.
And the jailer man and sailor sam, were searching every one

For the band on the run, band on the run, band on the run, band on the run

Well, the night was falling as the desert world began to settle down.
In the town they're searching for us every where, but we never w ill be found.
Band on the run, band on the run

And the county judge, who held a grudge
Will search for evermore
For the band on the run, band on the run, band on the run, band on the run

Clash City Rockers - The Clash

Clash City Rockers
(Strummer/Jones)

An' I wanna move the town to the clash city rockers
You need a little jump of electrical shockers
You better leave town if you only wanna knock us
Nothing stands the pressure of the clash city rockers

You see the rate they come down the escalator
Now listen to the tube train accelerator
Then you realise that you got to have a purpose
Or this place is gonna knock you out sooner or later

So don't complain about your useless employment
Jack it in forever tonight
Or shut your mouth and pretend you enjoy it
Think of all the money you've got

An' I wanna liquefy everybody gone dry
Or plug into the aerials that poke up in the sky
Or burn down the suburbs with the half-closed eyes
You won't succeed unless you try

You owe me a move say the bells of St. Groove
Come on and show me say the bells of Old Bowie
When I am fitter say the bells of Gary Glitter
No one but you and I say the bells of Prince Far-I
No one but you and I say the bells of Prince Far-I

An' I wanna move the town to the clash city rockers
You need a little jump of electrical shockers
You better leave town if you only wanna knock us
Nothing stands the pressure of the clash city rockers
Rock rock Clash city rockers

I Wanna Be Sedated - The Ramones

I Wanna Be Sedated
The Ramones

Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go I wanna be sedated
Nothin' to do and no where to go-o-oh I wanna be sedated
Just get me to the airport put me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane
I can't control my fingers I can't control my brain
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go....
Just put me in a wheelchair, get me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane
I can't control my fingers I can't control my brain
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go I wanna be sedated
Nothin' to do and no where to go-o-o I wanna be sedated
Just put me in a wheelchair get me to the show
Hurry hurry hurry before I go loco
I can't control my fingers I can't control my toes
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go...
Just put me in a wheelchair...
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba I wanna be sedated
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba I wanna be sedated
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba I wanna be sedated
Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba I wanna be sedated

She's Lost Control - Joy Division

She's Lost Control
Bernard Sumner, Ian Curtis, Peter Hook & Stephen Morris

The confusion in her eyes it says it all
She's lost control
And she's clinging the nearest passerby
She's lost control again
And she gave away the secrets of the past and said
I've lost control again
And the voice who told her when and where and why she said
I've lost control again

And she turned around and took me by the hand and said
I've lost control again
An how I've never felt just why I don't understand she said
I've lost control again
And she screamed out kicking on her side and said
I've lost control again
And she's upon the floor; I thought she died she said
I've lost control again

She's lost control again
She's lost control
She's lost control again
She's lost control

And I had to phone her friend to state my case and say
She's lost control again
And she showed up all the errors of the states and said
I've lost control again
And she expressed herself in many different ways until
She lost control again
I walked upon the edge of no escape and laughed
I've lost control again

She's lost control again
She's lost control
She's lost control again
She's lost control

Anarchy in the UK - Sex Pistols

iniciamos el mes punk, y me gustaria recordar al culebras, fallecido ayer que tan buenas peliculas nos dio, especialmente el planeta de los simios y ben-hur



Anarchy in the UK
Sex Pistols

Right
Now
Ha, ha, ha
I am an antichrist
I am an anarchist
Don't know what I want
But I know how to get it
I wanna destroy passer by
Cause I
Wanna be
Anarchy
No dogs body
Anarchy for the UK
It's coming sometime and maybe
I give a wrong time stop at traffic line
Your future dream is a shopping scheme
Cause I
I wanna be
Anarchy
In the city
How many ways to get what you want
I use the best
I use the rest
I use the enemy
I use anarchy
Cause I
Wanna be
Anarchy
It’s the only way to be
Is this the MPLA
Or is this the UDA
Or is this the IRA
I thought it was the UK
Or just
Another
Country
Another council tenancy
I wanna be
Anarchy
And I wanna be
Anarchy
Know what I mean
And I wanna be
Anarchist
Get pissed
Destroy