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«And when you said I could not stay with you, that‘s not the way you would have wanted to be, convince yourself that everything is alright, ‘cos it already is. Don‘t sell your heart and break just anyone, I want to run with you through moorland fields, convince yourself that everything is alright ‘cos it already is, so take your lessons hard and stay with him and when your car crash comes don‘t be mislead, convince yourself that everything is alright ‘cos it already is, yeah it already is, so take your lessons hard and stay with him and when your car crash comes don‘t be mislead, convince yourself that everything is alright ‘cos it already is, yeah it already is, so take him home.»
Pete Yorn
(Entrevista)
Escrito por jose el viernes, 17. febrero 2006, 23:53
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Misery Is The River Of The World
The higher that the monkey can climb
The more he shows his tail
Call no man happy 'til he dies
There's no milk at the bottom of the pail
God builds a church
The devil builds a chapel
Like the thistles that are growing
'Round the trunk of a tree
All the good in the world
You can put inside a thimble
And still have room for you and me
If there's one thing you can say about Mankind
There's nothing kind about man
You can drive out nature with a pitch fork
But it always comes roaring back again
Misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
The higher that the monkey can climb
The more he shows his tail
Call no man happy till he dies
There's no milk at the bottom of the pail
God tempers all the winds for the new shorn lambs
The devil knows the bible like the back of his hand
All the good in the world
You can put inside a thimble
And still have room for you and me
If there's one thing you can say about Mankind
There's nothing kind about man
You can drive out nature with a pitch fork
But it always comes roaring back again
For want of a bird
The sky was lost
For want of a nail
A shoe was lost
For want of a life
A knife was lost
For want of a toy
A child was lost
And misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Everybody row, everybody row
Misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Everybody row, everybody row
Everybody row, everybody row
Misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Everybody row, everybody row
Everybody row, everybody row
Everybody row
Misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Everybody row, everybody row
Everybody row
(Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan)
Escrito por jose el sábado, 10. septiembre 2005, 13:59
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Pete Yorn
Llevo meses enganchado a la opera prima de Pete Yorn, «Music for the morning after», especialmente a la canción Strange Condition. Nada que envidiar a otros músicos extraordinarios que, cómo él, han sabido conjugar «la credibilidad artística y la viabilidad comercial»: Grant Lee Phillips, Ryan Adams, Joseph Arthur o David Gray, entre otros.
Escrito por jose el viernes, 12. agosto 2005, 13:24
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Come as you are
Come as you are, as you were,
As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy
Take your time, hurry up
The choice is your, don't be late
Take a rest as a friend as an old memory
Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend, as an old memory
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy
Take your time, hurry up
The choice is your, don't be late
Take a rest as a friend as an old memory
Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend, as an old memory
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
Ven tal como eres
Ven como tú eres, como tú eras,
Como yo quiero que seas
Como un amigo, como un amigo, como un viejo enemigo
Tómate tu tiempo, date prisa
La elección es tuya, no llegues tarde
Tómate un descanso como un amigo, como un viejo recuerdo
Ven rociado de barro, calado de lejía
Como yo quiero que seas
Como una moda, como un amigo, como un viejo recuerdo
Y juro que no tengo un arma, no, no tengo un arma
No, no tengo un arma
Kurt Cobain
Escrito por jose el martes, 21. diciembre 2004, 21:26
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Real Gone
"No debes incluir en el album algo que no merezca la pena ser escuchado después de que hayas muerto"
Escrito por jose el viernes, 17. septiembre 2004, 08:45
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