canciones para mi muerte

Youth gone wild

Uno de esos himnos que tanto coreamos cuando erámos más jóvenes y creíamos poder alcanzarlo todo con el menor esfuerzo posible y el más mínimo derramamiento de sangre y desilusión...

Youth gone wild-Skid Row.

Since I was born they couldn't hold me down

Another misfit kid, another burned-out town

 

Never played by the rules I never really cared

My nasty reputation takes me everywhere

 

I look and see it's not only me

So many others have stood where I stand

We are the young so raise your hands

 

They call us problem child

We spend our lives on trial

We walk an endless mile

We are the youth gone wild

We stand and we won't fall

We're the one and one for all

The writing's on the wall

We are the youth gone wild

 

Boss screamin' in my ear about who I'm supposed to be

Getcha a 3-piece Wall Street smile and son you'll look just like me

I said "Hey man, there's something that you oughta know.

I tell ya Park Avenue leads to Skid Row."

 

I look and see it's not only me

We're standin' tall ain't never a doubt

We are the young, so shout it out

 

They call us problem child

We spend our lives on trial

We walk an endless mile

We are the youth gone wild

We stand and we won't fall

We're the one and one for all

The writing's on the wall

We are the youth gone wild

 

They call us problem child

We spend our lives on trial

We walk an endless mile

We are the youth gone wild

We stand and we won't fall

We're the one and one for all

The writing's on the wall

We are the youth gone wild

We are the youth gone wild

La letra tomada de aquí...

 

 

Monito records

El monito records ofrece discos de muy difícil consecución o que al parecer sólo le interesan a él...

Música viejita

Albumes fechados hace ya sus añitos desde aquí...

Albumes para mi muerte

Algunos de los álbumes que  he bajado ultimamente:

Motorhead Essential Noize: aunque no soy seguidor de esta banda, debo reconocer que la voz de Lemmy me impresiona gratamente, además de la solidez del sonido  que logran recrear en sus canciones. De este álbum me han gustado, aparte de la esencial Ace of Spades, mi canción favorita de los Cabeza de Motor, No Class, Please don´t touch, Motorhead y Don´t need Religion.

PD 2015: Resubo el archivo.

 

La música moderna

En este sitio, canciones para descargar .

Canciones

Canciones para descargar aquí...

Por supuesto, nada conocido. Para arriesgarme más adelante...

Bootlegs

Un montón de bootlegs para descargar desde aquí...

Blog de música rock

Letras y discos es lo que ofrece este sitio.

Entre otras cosas, la discografía de los Beatles.

Todo el mundo

Escuchando un recopilatorio de R.E.M, escuché esta canción que se convirtió en un himno en los años noventa, algo así como el Imagine de ésta década. La verdad es que la escuché muchisimo, en la radio, en la televisión (formaba parte de la banda sonora de una película de Meg Ryan yAndy García) y en formato lp en aquél inolvidable Automatic for the people...

"Everybody Hurts"

When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on.
Don't let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.

Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along.
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go, (hold on)
When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on.

Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends.
Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand.
If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone

If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on.

Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes.
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on.
Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. (repeat & fade)
(Everybody hurts. You are not alone.)

La letra aquí...

Y la traducción acá...

Cerdos (2)

 Pigs on the wing (part 2)

You know that I care what happens to you,
and I know that you care for me,
so I don’t feel alone,
or the weight of the stone,
now that I’ve found somewhere safe
to bury my bone.
And any fool knows a dog needs a home,
a shelter from pigs on the wing.

Pink Floyd

Las letras de aquì...

Borregos

 Sheep

Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away,
only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
You better watch out, there may be dogs about.
I’ve looked over Jordan, and I have seen things are not what they seem.
What do you get for pretending the dangers not real.
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
down well trodden corridors, into the valley of steel.
What a surprise! A look of terminal shock in your eyes.
Now things are really what they seem. No, this is no bad dream.

The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want He makes me down to lie.
Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by.
With bright knives He releaseth my soul.
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
He converteth me to lamb cutlets.
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.
When cometh the day we lowly ones,
trough quiet reflection and great dedication,
master the art of karate,
lo, we shall rise up,
and then we’ll make the buggers eyes water.

Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream.
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
march cheerfully out of obscurity unto the dream.

Have you heard the news? The dogs are dead!
You better stay home and do as you’re told,
get out of the road if you want to grow old.

Pink Floyd

Cerdos

Pigs on the wing (part 2)

You know that I care what happens to you,
and I know that you care for me,
so I don’t feel alone,
or the weight of the stone,
now that I’ve found somewhere safe
to bury my bone.
And any fool knows a dog needs a home,
a shelter from pigs on the wing.

Pink Floyd

 Pigs (3 different ones)

Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are.
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are.
And when your hand is on your heart,
you’re nearly a good laugh, almost a joker,
with your head down in the pig bin,
saying, ” Keep on digging”, pig stain on your fat chin.
What do you hope to find, when you’re down in the pig mine?
You’re nearly a laugh, you’re nearly a laugh,
but you’re really a cry.
Bus stop rat bag, ha ha charade you are.
You fucked up old hag, ha ha charade you are.
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.
You’re nearly a good laugh, almost worth a quick grin.
You like the feel of steel, you’re hot stuff with a hat pin,
and good fun with a hand gun.
You’re nearly a laugh, you’re nearly a laugh,
but you’re really a cry.Hey you, Whitehouse, ha ha charade you are.
You house proud town mouse, ha ha charade you are.
You’re trying to keep our feelings off the street,
you’re nearly a real treat, all tight lips and cold feet,
and do you feel abused?

You gotta stem the evil tide,
and keep it all on the inside.
Mary, you’re nearly a treat, Mary, you’re nearly a treat,
but you’re really a cry.

Pink Floyd

Perros

 Dogs

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you’re on the street,
you gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
you gotta strike when the moment is right, without thinking.
And after a while you can work on points for style,
like the club tie and the firm handshake,
a certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
so that when they turn their backs on you,
you’ll get the chance to put the knife in.

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it’s going to get harder, and harder and harder as you get older.
And in the end you’ll pack up and fly down south,
hide your head in the sand,
just another sad old man,
all alone and dying of cancer.

And when you loose control, you’ll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it’s too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw around.
So have a good drown as you go down, alone,
dragged down by the stone.

I gotta admit that I’m a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I’m just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don’t stand my own ground, how can I find my own way out of this maze?

Deaf, dumb and blind, you just keep on pretending
that everyone’s expendable and no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner.
And everything’s done under the sun,
and you believe a heart, everyone’s a killer.

Who was born in a house full of pain,
who was trained not to spit in the fan,
who was told what to do by the man,
who was broken by trained personnel,
Who was fitted with collar and chain,
who was given a seat in the stand,
who was breaking away from the pack,
who was only a stranger at home,
who was ground down in the end,
who was found dead on the phone,
who was dragged down by the stone.

Pink Floyd

Animales

Una sociedad de animales humanizados, algo asì como La Granja de Orwell, es lo que proponen Pink Floyd en este album que acabo de conseguir y se suma a la lista de albumes de los Floyd en estar entre mis favoritos...

 Pigs on the wing (part 1)

If you didn’t care what happened to me,
and I didn’t care for you,
we would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain,
occasionally glancing up through the rain,
wondering which of the buggers to blame
and watching for pigs on the wing.

Y otra màs...

Y tambièn la letra Wont get fooled again, que de tanto ver CSI en sus primeras temporadas me quedò sonando mucho:

We’ll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song

I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again

The change, it had to come
We knew it all along
We were liberated from the fold, that’s all
And the world looks just the same
And history ain’t changed
’Cause the banners, they are flown in the next war

I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again
No, no!

I’ll move myself and my family aside
If we happen to be left half alive
I’ll get all my papers and smile at the sky
Though I know that the hypnotized never lie
Do ya?

There’s nothing in the streets
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye
And the parting on the left
Are now parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight

I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again
Don’t get fooled again
No, no!

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss

 

 

Letras de The Who

Y ya que estamos, la letra Behind Blue Eyes:

No one knows what it’s like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it’s like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies

But my dreams
They aren’t as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That’s never free

No one knows what it’s like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you

No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

But my dreams
They aren’t as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That’s never free

When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool

If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

No one knows what it’s like
To be the bad man

To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

 

Mi generaciòn

Limpiando los pocos discos que poseo, se me ocurriò escuchar un recopilatorio de The Who, el Then and now del 2004 que comprè hace años.

¿Què tiene esta canciòn que la hace tan efectiva, su estribillo "punk" o su fraseo entrecortado, como si fuera tanta la ira del cantante que las palabras no salieran sino que debìan se escupidas?

My Generation:

People try to put us d-down (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Just because we get around (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I hope I die before I get old (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

Why don’t you all f-fade away (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
And don’t try to dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m not trying to cause a big s-s-sensation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m just talkin’ ’bout my g-g-g-generation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

Why don’t you all f-fade away (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
And don’t try to d-dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m not trying to cause a b-big s-s-sensation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m just talkin’ ’bout my g-g-generation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

People try to put us d-down (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Just because we g-g-get around (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Yeah, I hope I die before I get old (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

La letra de aquì

Otro màs

Este es otro blog  de esos que revisarè algùn dìa cuando tenga màs tiempo...

Y si de discos usados se trata, aquì unos cuantos...

Pantera

Y ya que menciono a Phil Ansellmo y a los suyos, entre ellos el malogrado Dimebag, este enlace muestra unas fotos curiosas de cuando Pantera era un grupo de glam...Ja!

Blog de metal

Otro blog con descargas, ¿algùn dìa llegarè a decir que los he visto todos?...este me llamò la atenciòn por los albumes de Testament, un Low que gocè mucho hace años y que nunca màs he vuelto a escuchar...Igual que con Pantera, el Cowboys from hell y el Far beyond Driven, aunque de albumes de Pantera para mì nada como el Vulgar display of power con esa cancionzota de This love , Hollow, By demons be driven,Walk, A new level y ese grito desgarrado de Fucking hostile...