The way it is

Standing in line marking time, waiting for the welfare dime
'Cause they can't buy a job
The man in the silk suit hurries by as he catches the poor ladies' eyes
Just for fun he says "get a job"

That's just the way it is
Some things will never change
That's just the way it is
Ah, but don't you believe them

They say hey little boy you can't go where the others go
'Cause you don't look like they do
Said hey old man how can you stand to think that way
Did you really think about it before you made the rules
He said, Son

That's just the way it is
Some things will never change
That's just the way it is
Ah, but don't you believe them

Well they passed a law in '64 to give those who ain't got a little more
But it only goes so far
Because the law don't change another's mind when all it sees at the hiring time
Is the line on the color bar

That's just the way it is

Some things will never change

That's just the way it is

Ah, but don't you believe them

Música © Bruce Hornsby

Mr. Curiosity

Hey Mr. Curiosity
Is it true what they've been saying about you
Are you killing me?
You took care of the cat already
And for those who think it's heavy
Is it the truth
Or is it only gossip
Call it mystery or anything
Just as long as you'd call me
I sent the message on did you get it when I left it
See this catastrophic event
It wasn't meant to mean no harm
But to think there's nothing wrong is a problem

I'm looking for love this time
Sounding hopeful but it's making me cry
Love is a mystery
Mr. Curious...

Come back to me
Mr. waiting ever patient can't you see
That I'm the same the way you left me
In a hurry to spell check me
And I'm underlined already in envy green
And pencil red
And I've forgotten what you've said
Will you stop working for the dead and return
Mr. curious well I need some inspiration
It's my birthday and I cannot find no cause for celebration
The scenario is grave but I'll be braver when you save me
From this situation laden with hearsay

I'm looking for love this time
Sounding hopeful but it's making me cry
And love is a mystery
Mr. Curiosity
Be Mr. please
Do come and find me, oh
Find me, find me, me

I'm looking for love this time
Sounding hopeful but it's making me cry
Trying not to ask why
Cause love is a mystery
Mr. curiosity
Be Mr. please
Do come and find me

Love is blinding when the timing's never right
Oh who am I to beg for difference
Finding love in just an instant
Well I dont mind, at least I've tried
Well I tried, I tried...

Música © Jason Mraz

If everyone was listening

The actors and jesters are here
The stage is in darkness and clear
For raising the curtain and no-one's quite certain
Whose play it is
How long ago, how long?
If only we had listened then
If we'd know just how right
We were going to be
For we dreamed a lot
And we schemed a lot
And we tried to sing of love before
The stage fell apart

(chorus)
If everyone was listening, you know
There'd be a chance that we could save the show
Who'll be the last clown to bring the house down?
Oh no, please no, don't let the curtain fall

Well, what is your costume today?
Who are the props in your play?
You're acting apart which you thought
From the start was an honest one
Well, how do you plead?
An actor indeed! Go re-learn your lines
You don't know what you've done
The final is begun:

(chorus)
If everyone was listening, you know
There'd be a chance that we could save the show
Who'll be the last clown to bring the house down?
Oh no, please no, don't let the curtain fall

Música © Supertramp

Angel

Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There’s always one reason
To feel not good enough
And it’s hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonight

In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There’s vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don’t make no difference
Escaping one last time
It’s easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

Música @ Sarah MacLachlan

I feel alive

Understanding takes a while
So go back to sleep
Oh, this blue sky shining wild
Makes it hard to speak

I looked down at the street
But I just couldn't keep my eyes
From looking at the sky
With the birds flying high
It makes me smile so wide it hurts

I feel the same love as the day I met you
Today makes a year from then

I'm in love with everything that I can see around
I remember picking flowers out of this town
It was so beautiful now and then I recall
I can just see it all as if it was yesterday

And the past juxtaposed to the last time I saw you today
Makes me want to say, "I feel alive"

Música © Alondra Bentley

Feliz 2011

Un año nuevo empieza y con él vuelven mis propósitos de recuperar este agonizante blog. Y es que me niego a dejarlo morir. Con él descubrí el gris en un mundo de comunicación en el que sólo existía el blanco y negro. Es un símbolo del altavoz de que ahora disponemos los humanos de a pie y sólo por eso merece hacer el esfuerzo de aplicar el desfibrilador y devolverle la vida.

Hoy haremos un homenaje a una escena que a partir de mañana será habitual en nuestro país: la contaminación de nuestras calles no será ya sólo culpa de los coches, ahora hay nuevos emisores de humo en ellas.

Música: "La guerre du tabac" © Maximilien Mathevon