Declaración de intenciones

Este blog intenta tener cubiertos al menos dos sentidos del hipotético visitante: la vista y el oído. La vista resulta evidente y el oído se consigue haciendo clic en el título de cada entrada.
Espero que lo disfrutéis.

martes, 28 de noviembre de 2006

A great day for freedom


On the day the wall came down
They threw the locks onto the ground
And with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived

On the day the wall came down
The Ship of Fools had finally ran aground
Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight

I dreamed you had left my side
No warmth, not even pride remained
And even though you needed me
It was clear that I could not do a thing for you

Now life devalues day by day
As friends and neighbors turn away
And there's a change that, even with regret, cannot be undone

Now frontiers shift like desert sands
While nations wash their bloodied hands
Of loyalty, of history, in shades of grey

I woke to the sound of drums
The music played, the morning sun streamed in
I turned and I looked at you
And all but the bitter residues slipped away...slipped away

© Pink Floyd

viernes, 24 de noviembre de 2006

Good old-fashioned lover boy


I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things
We can do the tango just for two
I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings
Be your valentino just for you

Ooh love - ooh loverboy
What're you doin' tonight, hey boy
Set my alarm, turn on my charm
That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy

Ooh let me feel your heartbeat (Grow faster, faster)
Ooh ooh can you feel my love heat
Come on and sit on my hot-seat of love
And tell me how do you feel right after all
I'd like for you and I to go romancing
Say the word - your wish is my command

Ooh love - ooh loverboy
What're you doin' tonight, hey boy
Write my letter
Feel much better
And use my fancy patter on the telephone

When I'm not with you
I think of you always
(I miss those long hot summer nights)
I miss you
When I'm not with you
Think of me always
Love you - love you

Hey boy where do you get it from
Hey boy where did you go?
I learned my passion in the good old fashioned school of loverboys

Dining at the Ritz we'll meet at nine precisely
One two three four five six seven eight nine o' clock
I will pay the bill, you taste the wine
Driving back in style, in my saloon will do quite nicely
Just take me back to yours that will be fine (Come on and get it)

Ooh love, (There he goes again just like a good old-fashioned lover boy)
Ooh loverboy
What're you doin' tonight, hey boy
Everything's all right
Just hold on tight
That's because I'm a good old-fashioned, fashioned lover boy

© Queen

miércoles, 22 de noviembre de 2006

State of grace


"...In all these things, from childhood's little troubles to the martyr's sufferings, patience is the grace of God..."

Edward B. Pusey (1800-1882)

Music © Liquid Tension Experiment

martes, 21 de noviembre de 2006

Pájaros de barro


Por si el tiempo me arrastra a playas desiertas,
hoy cierro yo el libro de las horas muertas.
Hago pájaros de barro.
Hago pájaros de barro y los echo a volar.

Por si el tiempo me arrastra a playas desiertas,
hoy rechazo la bajeza del abandono y la pena.
Ni una página en blanco más.
Siento el asombro de un transeúnte solitario.

En los mapas me pierdo, por sus hojas navego.
Ahora sopla el viento, cuando el mar quedó lejos hace tiempo.

Ya no subo la cuesta que me lleva a tu casa.
Ya no duerme mi perro junto a tu candela.
En los vértices del tiempo anidan los sentimientos.
Hoy son pájaros de barro que quieren volar.

En los valles me pierdo, en las carreteras duermo.
Ahora sopla el viento, cuando el mar quedó lejos hace tiempo.
Cuando no tengo barca, remos ni guitarra.
Cuando ya no canta el ruiseñor de la mañana.

Ahora sopla el viento, cuando el mar quedó lejos hace tiempo.
En los valles me pierdo, en las carreteras duermo.

© Manolo García

lunes, 20 de noviembre de 2006

We walk the same line


If you lose your faith, babe, you can have mine,
and if you're lost I'm right behind,
cause we walk the same line.

Now I don't have to tell you
how slow the night can go,
I know you've watched for the light.
And I bet you could tell me
how slowly four follows three,
and you're most forlorn just before dawn.

So if you lose your faith babe,
you can have mine,
and if you're lost, I'm right behind,
cause we walk the same line.
When it's dark baby,
there's a light I'll shine,
and if you're lost, I'm right behind,
cause we walk the same line.

And I don't need reminding
how loud the phone can ring
when you're waiting for news.
And that big old moon
lights every corner of the room.
Your back aches from lying
and your head aches from crying.

So if you lose your faith babe,
you can have mine,
and if you're lost, I'm right behind,
cause we walk the same line.
When it's dark baby,
there's a light I'll shine,
and if you're lost, I'm right behind,
cause we walk the same line.

And if these troubles
should vanish like rain on midday,
well I've no doubt there'll be more.
And we can't run and we can't cheat,
cause babe when we meet
what we're afraid of,
we find out what we're made of.

So if you lose your faith babe,
you can have mine,
and if you're lost, I'm right behind,
cause we walk the same line.
When it's dark baby,
there's a light I'll shine,
and if you're lost, I'm right behind,
cause we walk the same line.

© Everything but the girl

domingo, 19 de noviembre de 2006

I wandered by a brookside


I wandered by a brookside, I wandered by a mill.
I could not hear the water, the murmuring, it was still.
Not a sound of any grasshopper nor the chirp of any bird,
but the beating of my own heart was the only sound I heard.
The beating of my own heart was the only sound I heard.

Then silent tears fast flowing when someone stood beside,
a hand upon my shoulder, I knew the touch was kind.
He drew me near and nearer, we neither spoke one word,
but the beating of our own two hearts was the only sound I heard.
The beating of our own two hearts was the only sound I heard.

© Eva Cassidy

sábado, 18 de noviembre de 2006

In paradisum



In paradisum deducant te Angeli; in tuo adventu suscipiant te Martyres, et perducant te in civitatem sanctam Jerusalem.

Chorus Angelorum te suscipiant, et cum Lazaro quondam paupere aeternam habeas requiem.

Oficio de difuntos

viernes, 17 de noviembre de 2006

Coming back to life


Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from my window watching
Where were you when I was hurt and helpless
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me
While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words
Dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun
Lost in thought and lost in time

While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted
Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime
I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life
I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the waiting had begun
And headed straight..into the shining sun

© Pink Floyd

miércoles, 15 de noviembre de 2006

Sodade


Quem mostra' bo
Ess caminho longe?
Quem mostra' bo
Ess caminho longe?
Ess caminho
Pa São Tomé

Sodade sodade
Sodade
Dess nha terra Sao Nicolau

Si bô 'screvê' me
'M ta 'screvê be
Si bô 'squecê me
'M ta 'squecê be
Até dia
Qui bô voltà

Sodade sodade
Sodade
Dess nha terra Sao Nicolau

© Cesaria Evora

domingo, 12 de noviembre de 2006

Marooned



I know I'm from a lesser tribe
I suppose the range of my intelligence is way too wide
And you don't see me
'cause I don't have much to say

My emotional outlet
is consuming the better part of me
And apart from the wrong words
a tortured cry is making me see
That you don't see me
'cause I don't have much to say

Hours and hours of jealousy
are passing me by
Although hollow silence
is the only wave
going through your brain
And you don't see me
'cause I don't have much to say

© The Gathering

Smile


Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll see the sun come shining through for you

Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying?
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile

That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying?
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile

© Words by John Turner and Geoffrey Parsons and music by Charles Chaplin
Performed by Nat King Cole

sábado, 11 de noviembre de 2006

Invisible touch


Well I've been waiting, waiting here so long
But thinking nothing, nothing could go wrong, now I know
She has a built in ability
To take everything she sees
And now it seems I'm falling, falling for her.

She seems to have an invisible touch yeah
She reaches in, and grabs right hold of your heart
She seems to have an invisible touch yeah
It takes control and slowly tears you apart.

Well I don't really know her, I only know her name
But she crawls under your skin, you're never quite the same, and now I know
She's got something you just can't trust
It's something mysterious
And now it seems I'm falling, falling for her.

She seems to have an invisible touch yeah
She reaches in, and grabs right hold of your heart
She seems to have an invisible touch yeah
It takes control and slowly tears you apart.

She don't like losing, to her it's still a game
And though she will mess up your life,
You'll want her just the same, and now I know
She has a built in ability
To take everything she sees
And now it seems I've fallen, fallen for her.

She seems to have an invisible touch yeah
She reaches in, and grabs right hold of your heart
She seems to have an invisible touch yeah
It takes control and slowly tears you apart.

She seems to have an invisible touch...

© Genesis

jueves, 9 de noviembre de 2006

Old friends


Old friends, old friends,
Sat on their park bench like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
of the high shoes of the old friends

Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends

Can you imagine us years from today,
sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange to be seventy...

Old friends, memory brushes the same years,
Silently sharing the same fears

© Simon & Garfunkel

miércoles, 8 de noviembre de 2006

Nothing left to lose


Nothing's good the news is bad
The heat goes on and it drives you mad
Scornful thoughts that fly your way
You should turn away 'cause there's nothing more to say

You gave the best you had to give
You only have one life to live
You fought so hard you were a slave
After all you gave there was nothing left to save

You've got nothing left to lose (you've got nothing left to lose)
No you've got nothing left to lose (who'd wanna be standing in your shoes)

You read the book you turn the page
You change your life in a thousand ways
The dawn of reason lights your eyes
With the key you realise
To the kingdom of the wise

You've got nothing left to lose (you've got nothing left to lose)
No you've got nothing left to lose (who'd wanna be standing in your shoes)

Nothing ventured nothing gained
No more lingering doubt remained
Nothing sacred or profane
Everything to gain
‘Cause you've nothing left

© The Alan Parsons Project

Blue Sunday


I found my own true love was on a Blue Sunday.
She looked at me and told me
I was the only, One in the world.
Now I have found my girl.
My girl awaits for me in tender times
My girl is mine, She is the world
She is my girl.
My girl awaits for me in tender times
My girl is mine, She is the world
She is my girl.

© The Doors

martes, 7 de noviembre de 2006

The shape of my heart


He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He don't play for respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart

© Sting

lunes, 6 de noviembre de 2006

Sailing to Philadelphia


I am Jeremiah Dixon
I am a Geordie boy
A glass of wine with you, sir
And the ladies I'll enjoy
All Durham and Northumberland
Is measured up by my own hand
It was my fate from birth
To make my mark upon the earth...

He calls me Charlie Mason
A stargazer am I
It seems that I was born
To chart the evening sky
They'd cut me out for baking bread
But I had other dreams instead
This baker's boy from the west country
Would join the Royal Society...

We are sailing to Philadelphia
A world away from the coaly Tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia
To draw the line
The Mason-Dixon line

Now you're a good surveyor, Dixon
But I swear you'll make me mad
The West will kill us both
You gullible Geordie lad
You talk of liberty
How can America be free
A Geordie and a baker's boy
In the forest of the Iroquois...

Now hold your head up, Mason
See America lies there
The morning tide has raised
The capes of Delaware
Come up and feel the sun
A new morning is begun
Another day will make it clear
Why your stars should guide us here...

We are sailing to Philadelphia
A world away from the coaly Tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia
To draw the line
The Mason-Dixon line

© Mark Knopfler and James Taylor

miércoles, 1 de noviembre de 2006

Lenten ys come


Lenten ys come with loue to toune,
With blosmen ant with briddes roune,
That al this blisse bryngeth.
Dayeseyes in this dales

Notes suete of nyhtegales,
Vch foul song singeth.
The threstelcoc him threteth oo;
Away is huere wynter wo
When woderoue springeth.

This foules singeth ferly fele
Ant wlyteth on huere wynne wele
That al the wode ryngeth.

The rose rayleth hire rode;
The leues on the lyhte wode
Waxen al with wille.

The mone mandeth hire bleo;
The lilie is lossom to seo,
The fenyle ant the fille.

Wowes this wilde drakes,
Miles murgeth huere makes
Ase strem that striketh stille.

Mody meneth, so doth mo;
Ichot Ycham on of tho
For loue that likes ille.

The mone mandeth hire lyht,
So doth the semly sonne bryht,
When briddes singeth breme.

Deawes donketh the dounes;
Deores with huere derne rounes
Domes forte deme.

Wormes woweth vnder cloude;
Wymmen waxeth wounder proude,
So wel hit wol hem seme.

Yef me shal wonte wille of on,
This wunne weole Y wole forgon,
Ant wyht in wode be fleme

© The Harley lyrics
Performance: Briddes roune