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.

miércoles, 28 de febrero de 2007

You learn about it


Now that we're through
The hell with you
We don't mind
We just give it a sigh

We hardly knew
What you were capable
of doing
But why don't you give it a try

Oh, you learn about it
Oh, you harvest 'til you can make no more
All that's eating inside
All that's eating inside

We hardly knew
what you were capable
of doing
But why don't you give it a try

Oh, you learn about it
Oh, you harvest 'til you can make no more
All that's eating inside
All that's eating inside

Can't take no more..

Oh, you learn about it
Oh, you harvest 'till you can make no more
All that's eating inside
All that's eating inside

Can't take no more..

© The Gathering


lunes, 26 de febrero de 2007

All imperfect things


La búsqueda de la perfección es como la búsqueda de vida extraterrestre: tan sólo nuestra imaginación es capaz de concebir lo imposible.

Música © Michael Nyman

jueves, 22 de febrero de 2007

Mad world


All around me are familiar faces,
Worn out places,
Worn out faces,
Bright and early for the daily races,
Going nowhere,
Going nowhere,
Their tears are filling up their glasses,
No expression,
No expression,
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow,
No tomorrow,
No tomorrow,

And I find it kinda funny,
I find it kinda sad,
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had,
I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to take,
When people run in circles,
It's a very, very,
Mad world,
Mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good,
Happy birthday,
Happy birthday,
Made to feel the way that every child should,
Sit and listen,
Sit and listen,
Went to school and I was very nervous,
No one knew me,
No one knew me,
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson,
Look right through me,
Look right through me

And I find it kinda funny,
I find it kinda sad,
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had,
I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to take,
When people run in circles,
It's a very, very,
Mad world,
Mad world,
Enlarging your world,
Mad world

© Gary Jules

miércoles, 21 de febrero de 2007

Space-dye vest


Falling through pages of Martens on angels
Feeling my heart pull west
I saw the future dressed as a stranger
Love in a space-dye vest

Love is an act of blood and I'm bleeding
A pool in the shape of a heart
Beauty projection in the reflection
Always the worst way to start

But he's the sort who can't know anyone intimately, least of all a woman.
He doesn't know what a woman is.
He wants you for a possession, something to look at like a painting or an ivory box.
Something to own and to display.
He doesn't want you to be real, or to think or to live.
He doesn't love you, but I love you.
I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings,
even when I hold you in my arms. It's our last chance... it's our last chance...

Now that you're gone I'm trying to take it
Learning to swallow the rage
Found a new girl I think we can make it
As long as she stays on the page

This is not how I want it to end
And I'll never be open again...

I was gonna move out...ummm...get, get a job, get my own place, ummm,
But... I go into the mall where I Want to work and they tell me, I'm, I was too young...
Some people, gave advice before, about facing the facts, about facing reality.
And this is, this without a doubt, is his biggest challenge ever. He's going to have to face it.
You're gonna have to try, he's gonna to have to try and, uh, and, and, and get some help here.
I mean no one can say they know how he feels.
That, so they say that, in ya know like, Houston or something, you'd say it's a hundred and eighty degrees, but it's a dry heat. In Houston they say that? Oh, maybe not. I'm all mixed up. Dry until they hit the swimming pool.... I get up with the sun... listen.
You have your own room to sleep in, I don't care what you do. I don't care when. That door gets locked, that door gets locked at night by nine o'clock. If you're not in this house by nine o'clock, then you'd better find some place to sleep, because you're not going to be a bum in this house. Supper is ready...

There's no one to take my blame
If they wanted to
There's nothing to keep me sane
And it's all the same to you
There's nowhere to set my aim
So I'm everywhere
Never come near me again
Do you really think I need you
I'll never be open again,
I could never be open again.
I'll never be open again,
I could never be open again.

And I'll smile and I'll learn to pretend
And I'll never be open again
And I'll have no more dreams to defend
And I'll never be open again

© Dream Theater

lunes, 19 de febrero de 2007

Lo que hay es lo que ves


Lo que ves es lo que hay
lo que hay es lo que ves
serás seré verás veré
Aquí estoy y aquí estaré

La semilla crecerá
Si no tengo a ti vendré
querrás querré
vendrás yo iré
De tu mano comeré...

Que se lleve el diablo la razón
que en tu puerta esperaré
quien persigue acaba por caer
Tiempo al tiempo entenderás
que lo que hay es lo que ves

No hay misterio si habla el corazón
Con los ojos cuéntame
Voy de caso aparte, ya lo sé
y no cambiaré
sabes bien que no lo haré..

Que se lleve el diablo la razón
que en tu puerta esperaré
Quien persigue acaba por caer...
Tiempo al tiempo entenderás
entenderé...

© Miguel Bosé

viernes, 16 de febrero de 2007

The Lady is a tramp


She wined and dined on Mulligan stew and never wished for turkey
As she hitched and hiked and grifted too, from Maine to Albuquerque
Alas she missed the Beaux Arts Ball and what is twice as sad
She was never at a party where they honoured Noel Ca-ad
But social circles spin too fast to see
Her "hobohemia" is the place to be

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She likes the theatre, but never comes late
She never bothers with anyone she hates
That is why this lady is a tramp

She don't like crap games with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt with the rest of those girls
That's why this lady is a tramp

She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She’s broke, no joke
Hates California, too cold too damp
That's why the lady is a tramp

She gets too hungry for dinner at eigh
tShe likes the theatre, but never comes late
She never bothers with anyone she hates
That is why this lady is a tramp

She don't like crap games with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt with the rest of those girls
That's why this lady is a tramp

She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
“I’m broke, no joke”
Hates California, too cold too damp
That's why the lady is a tramp

Performed by Robbie Williams

lunes, 12 de febrero de 2007

I don't understand anything


What is it that I think I need?
Is there love in me that wants to be freed?
Or is it selfishness and ego
we carry with us everywhere that we go?

This feeling that life's incomplete
- do you feel that too?
Do you want what I want?

And if I should start to cry,
and I can't begin to tell you why,
and I stumble when I begin,
it's cause I don't understand anything.

People say that we're so close,
how can I be something that I don't know.
Oh but even though I share your bed,
baby, I don't get inside your head.

This feeling of some mystery
- do you feel that too?
Do you know what I mean?

And if I should start to cry,
and I can't begin to tell you why,
and I stumble when I begin,
it's cause I don't understand anything.

Watch me stumble, watch me trip
My fingers loose their grip.
Now I'm down on my knees,
Is that what you wanted to see?

What is it that I think I need?
What is it that I think I need?

And if I should start to cry,
and I can't begin to tell you why,
and I stumble when I begin,
it's cause I don't understand anything.

You reach for me from miles away,
you reach for me from miles away.
© Everything but the girl

viernes, 9 de febrero de 2007

Is there anybody out there?


Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?
...

© Pink Floyd

jueves, 8 de febrero de 2007

Feel like going home

Lord I feel like going home
I tried and I failed and I'm tired and weary
Everything I ever done was wrong
And I feel like going home
Lord I tried to see it through
But it was too much for me
And now I'm coming home to you
And I feel like going home

Cloudy skies are rolling in
And not a friend around to help me
From all the places that I've been
And I feel like going home

Lord I feel like going home
I tried and I failed and I'm tired and weary
Everything I ever done was wrong
And I feel like going home

© Mark Knopfler & Tom Jones

lunes, 5 de febrero de 2007

Coisas pequenas


Coisas pequenas são
coisas pequenas
são tudo o que eu te quero dar
e estas palavras são
coisas pequenas
que dizem que eu te quero amar.

Amar, amar, amar
só vale a pena
se tu quiseres confirmar
que um grande amor não é
coisa pequena
que nada é maior que amar.

E a hora
que te esperita
é só tua.
Decerto, nao será
só a que resta;
a hora
que esperei a vida toda,
é esta.

E a hora
que te esperita
é derradeira.
Decerto já bateu
à tua porta.
A hora
que esperaste a vida inteira,
é agora

© Madredeus


sábado, 3 de febrero de 2007

Fat Bottomed Girls


Are you gonna take me home tonight?
Ah down beside that red firelight
Are you gonna let it all hang out?
Fat bottomed girls
You make the rockin' world go round

Hey I was just a skinny lad
Never knew no good from bad
But I knew life before I left my nursery
Left alone with big fat Fanny
She was such a naughty nanny
Heap big woman you made a bad boy out of me

I've been singing with my band
Across the wire across the land
I seen every blue eyed floozy on the way
But their beauty and their style
Went kind of smooth after a while
Take me to them dirty ladies every time

C'mon
Oh won't you take me home tonight?
Oh down beside your red firelight
Oh and you give it all you got
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round

Hey listen here
Now I got mortgages on homes
I got stiffness in ma' bones
Ain't no beauty Queens in this locality (I tell you)
Oh but I still get my pleasure
Still get my greatest treasure
Heap big woman you gonna make a big man out of me

Now get this
Oh (I know) you gonna take me home tonight (please)?
Oh down beside that red firelight
Are you gonna let it all hang out?
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round

Get on your bikes and ride
Them fat bottomed girls
Fat bottomed girls
Alright, ride 'em, c'mon
Fat bottomed girls - yes yes

© Queen


viernes, 2 de febrero de 2007

Dream within a dream



"For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived it. There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem, is but a dream within a dream."



Based on a poem by Edgar A. Poe
Voice: Orson Welles
Music: The Alan Parsons Project

jueves, 1 de febrero de 2007

All I have to do is dream


Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream, dream, dream, dream
When I want you in my arms
When I want you and all your charms
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Dream, dream, dream, dream

When I feel blue in the night
And I need you to hold me tight
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Dream

I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine
Anytime night or day
Only trouble is, gee whiz
I'm dreaming my life away

I need you so that I could die
I love you so and that is why
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream

I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine
Anytime night or day
Only trouble is, gee whiz
I'm dreaming my life away

I need you so that I could die
I love you so and that is why
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream, dream, dream, dream

© The Everly Brothers