viernes, junio 05, 2009

GUY CLARK - Anyhow I love you

I wish I had a dime for every bad time
but the bad times always seem to keep the change
You been all alone so you know what I'm sayin'
so when all you can recall is the pain

Just you wait until tomorrow when you wake up with me
at your side and find I haven't lied about nothin'
I wouldn't trade a tree for the way I feel about you
in the mornin', anyhow I love you

Everyday it gets just a little bit better
And half the gettin' there is knowin' where I been before
I'm sure you understand 'cause I ain't your first man
so when you feel like runnin' for the back door...don't

Just you wait until tomorrow when you wake up with me
at your side and find I haven't lied about nothin'
I wouldn't trade a tree for the way I feel about you
in the mornin', anyhow I love you

GUY CLARK - Texas Cooking

SILVIO - Betis

Verde quiero ver a toda EspañaaaAAAaAaa
Y hasta la Real de Sosssiedaaaaaaa

Musho Beti.

Impossible to translate, sorry so much, folks.

martes, mayo 12, 2009

lunes, mayo 04, 2009

THE ROLLING STONES - Sympathy For The Devil

El mundo y la gente cambia, nosotros no, aquí subyace la ironia que finalmente nos mata a todos.

The world and the people change, we do not, there lies the irony that finally kills us.

domingo, abril 26, 2009

STEVIE NICKS - Leather and Lace

"Lo que tu llamas amor fue inventado por tipos como yo, para vender medias" - Don Draper (Mad Men)

"What you call love was invented by guys like me, to sell nylons" - Don Draper (Mad Men)

sábado, abril 25, 2009

JOHN LENNON - #9 Dream

So long ago
Was it in a dream, was it just a dream?
I know, yes I know
Seemed so very real, it seemed so real to me

Took a walk down the street
Thru the heat whispered trees
I thought I could hear (hear, hear, hear)
Somebody call out my name as it started to rain

Two spirits dancing so strange

Ah! bwakawa pouss, pouss
ah! bwakawa pouss, pouss
ah! bwakawa pouss, pouss

Dream, dream away
Magic in the air, was magic in the air?
I believe, yes I believe
More I cannot say, what more can I say?

On a river of sound
Thru the mirror go round, round
I thought I could feel (feel, feel, feel)
Music touching my soul, something warm, sudden cold
The spirit dance was unfolding

Ah! bwakawa pouss, pouss
ah! bwakawa pouss, pouss
ah! bwakawa pouss, pouss

Ah! bwakawa pouss, pouss
ah! bwakawa pouss, pouss
ah! bwakawa pouss, pouss

GEORGE HARRISON - My Sweet Lord

CREEDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL - Run Through the Jungle