Kidding ourselves

And I, I wanted to tear down the curtains
To let, let in some natural light
I wake up and open one eye

And wait for the window to crack at me, alone

And I, I wanted to curl up beside you
And die, at least for an hour or more
Depending on how you react
Depending on how you respond to me
I'll stick around


We're kidding ourselves kidding ourselves
So what do you want from me
'Cause as long as there's a payphone and a taxi cab I'm alright 'cause I can leave home
We're kidding ourselves kidding ourselves
So what are you waiting for
'Cause even with a fast car and a cellphone I won't leave 'cause I'd be alone

So tonight, let's be as bold as we want to
And drink, drink 'til we fall down the steps
Remember how that made us laugh
Remember how all that we did was laugh, and cry

Well, we're kidding ourselves kidding ourselves
So what do you want from me
'Cause as long as there's a payphone and a taxi cab I'm alright 'cause I can leave home
We're kidding ourselves kidding ourselves
So what are you waiting for
'Cause even on a boat a train or a jet plane I won't leave 'cause I'd be alone
And I'm lucky to find cardboard in an alleyway that I can call home

So tonight, let's be as bold as we want to run, four eyes ohhh

We're kidding ourselves kidding ourselves
So what do you want from me
'Cause as long as there's a payphone and a taxi cab I'm alright 'cause I can leave home
We're kidding ourselves kidding ourselves
So what are you waiting for
'Cause even on a boat a train or a jet plane I won't leave 'cause I'd be alone
I'm lucky to find cardboard in an alleyway that I can call home
So don't take your eyes off me, don't look away
I won't be alone
At home

© Stabilo

Oblivion

Please, don't let oblivion feed your heart, for only those who remember their mistakes are free from repeating them.

Música © Astor Piazzola

Lo que el ojo no ve, pero la cámara sí (III)

Siempre oí hablar de los que se cuelan en las bodas para, aprovechando el bullicio, hartarse a comer y beber, pero nunca los ví con tanta clase y discreción ;-)

It hurts like hell

Love was always supposed to be
Something wonderful to me
To watch it grow inside yourself
To feel your heart beside itself

Sometimes it hurts to love so bad
(When you know you've given all you can)
Sometimes it hurts to even laugh
(You do your best but it's still much too sad)
Sometimes the pain is just too much,
And it hurts like hell, that's the way it feels

True love, it has no hiding place
It's not something you just put away
It's always there inside of you
And it shows in everything you do

Sometimes it hurts to love so bad
(When you know you've given it your best)
Sometimes it hurts to even laugh
(You feel a thousand miles from happiness)
Sometimes the pain is just too much,

And it hurts like hell, that's the way it feels

Here we are, the two of us
So full of love, so little trust
But dying for some tenderness
But too afraid to take the step

Sometimes it hurts to love so bad
(When you know what it can put you through)
Sometimes it hurts to even laugh
(There's nothing funny if it's killing you)
Sometimes the pain is just too much
And it hurts like hell, that's the way it feels

I know if there is any chance
For us to find our happiness
We've got to learn to let it go
Forget all the pain we know

Sometimes it hurts to love so bad
(Sometimes it hurts so bad, baby)
Sometimes it hurts to even laugh
(Sometimes it hurts to even laugh)
And it hurts like hell, that's the way
Oh baby, that's the way it feels

© Aretha Franklin

You will rise again

Cold December dawn
The party's over and the thrill is gone Tears are at your feet
They're running down the empty street

But I know for certain
Every time you fall
You will rise again
Above it all

Fly the way you do
The way you dream when love is new
Try to understand
It could'nt last the way you planned

And I know for certain
Every time you fall
You will rise again
Above it all.

You'll wake to a different drum
In a place to call your own
Your world is shaking but a day will come
for a dream to take you home

But I know for certain
Every time you fall
You will rise again
Above it all
You will rise again
Above it all

© Capercaille

Turn it on again

All I need is a TV show, that and the radio
Down on my luck again, down on my luck again
I can show you I can show you some of the people in my life
I can show you I can show you some of the people in my life
It's driving me mad just another way of passing the day
I, I get so lonely when she's not there
I, I, I...

You're just another face that I know from the TV show
I have known you for so very long I feel you like a friend
Can't you do anything for me, can I touch you for a while
Can I meet you on another day and we will fly away

I can show you I can show you some of the people in my life
I can show you I can show you some of the people in my life
It's driving me mad it's just another way of passing the day
I, I get so lonely when she's not there
I, I, I...

Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again
Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again I can see another face
Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again I can see another face
Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again

© Genesis

Foolish games

You took your coat off and stood in the rain
You were always crazy like that
I watched from my window
Always felt I was outside looking in on you
You were always the mysterious one with dark eyes and careless hair
You were fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care
Then you stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
Besides some comment on the weather
Well in case you failed to notice, in case you failed to see
This is my heart bleeding before you, this is me down on my knees
These foolish games are tearing me apart
Your thoughtless words are breaking my heart
You're breaking my heart

You were always brilliant in morning
Smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee
Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you
You loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones
As I clumsily strummed my guitar
You'd teach me of honest things
Things that were daring, things that were clean
Things that knew what an honest dollar did mean
So I hid my soiled hands behind my back
Somewhere along the line I must have gone off track with you
Excuse me, think I've mistaken you for somebody else
Somebody who gave a damn, somebody more like myself
These foolish games are tearing me apart
You're tearing me, tearing me, tearing me apart
Your thoughtless words are breaking my heart
You're breaking my heart

You took off your coat and stood in the rain
You were always crazy like that

© Jewel

Lo que el ojo no ve, pero la cámara sí (II)

Abolida en el primer mundo, sí, pero ¿por qué se permite la automutilación femenina en las bodas? Grandes misterios de la humanidad...

Música:

Diamonds on the soles of her shoes © Paul Simon

Window to nowhere

No doubts!
You're the result of the chances you take
Face the circumstance!
Have you become who you wished to be?
Resigning to what you loved and cared

There's no way out!
Memories will come to remind you some day
How it could have been

Through every door you will step in
Another choice you're stuck between
Don't look back, just make your way ahead

A window to nowhere
The void in which I stare
Now that I've come so far where do I go from here?

Decision just came in time
A new door is open
You have to go again...decide!

You finally realize
The whole world you're facing
The window of your life...goodbye!

A window to nowhere
Wide-eyed in great despair
Now that I've come so far where do I go from here?

Life is drowned in fears
The river of my tears
Please hold my trembling hands before I go insane all again

© Angra

200

Coincidiendo la entrada número 200 con mis cortas vacaciones de verano, aprovecho para agradeceros vuestra paciente compañía durante este año largo de blog. No tardaré en volver con nuevas adquisiciones fotográficas con las que castigaros y musicales con las que deleitaros.

Hasta dentro de nada :-)

Música: Clouds go by © Nightnoise

Flawed design

When I was a young boy
I was honest and I had more self-control
If I was tempted I would run
Then, when I got older
I began to lie to get exactly what I wanted
When I wanted it
And I wanted it

Now, I'm having trouble differentiating
Between what I want
And what I need
To make me happy
So instead of thinking I just act
Before I have the chance to contemplate the
Consequencial action

And I will turn off
And I will shut down
Burying the voices of my conscience hitting ground
And I will turn off
And I will shut down
The chemicals are restless in my head.

'Cause I lie
And not because I want to
But I seem to need to
All the time (Need to all the time)
Yeah, I lie
And I don't even know it
Maybe this is
All a part of my flawed design

And ever since I figured out
That I could control other people
I've had trouble sleeping
With both eyes closed
And if I asked permission
If I make sure it's O.K.
I promise I won't slip up this time
You can trust me
But never take advice from someone
Who just admitted to being devious
Who just confessed to treason
And I would also never ask a question
That I cannot ask myself
For it might
Dirty up your conscience

'Cause I lie
And not because I want to
But I seem to need to
All the time (Need to all the time)
Yeah, I lie
And I don't even know it
Maybe this is
All a part of my

And how can you say those things
Why can't you just believe?
And how can you say those things
And keep a straight face?
And how can you say those things
Why can't we just believe?
And how can you say those things
And keep a straight face?

And I will turn off
And I will shut down
Burying the voices of my conscience hitting ground.
And I will turn off
And I will shut down
The chemicals are restless in my head.

'Cause I lie
And not because I want to
But I seem to need to
All the time (Need to all the time)
Yeah, I lie
And I don't even know it
Maybe this is
All a part of my
'Cause I lie
And if I could control it
Maybe I could leave it all behind (Leave it all behind)
Yeah, I lie
And I don't even know it
Maybe this is all a part of my
Flawed design

© Stabilo

Don't stop me now

Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time
I feel alive
And the world I'll turn it inside out
I'm floating around in ecstasy
So don't stop me now
Don't stop me
'cause I'm having a good time
Having a good time

I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity
I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva
I'm gonna go, go, go there's no stopping me
I'm burning through the sky
Two hundred degrees that's why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit
I'm travelling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you

Don't stop me now
I'm having such a good time
I'm having a ball
Don't stop me now
If you wanna have a good time
Just give me a call
So don't stop me now
'cause I'm having a good time
Don't stop me now
Yes I'm having a good time
I don't wanna stop at all

I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars
On a collision course
I am a satellite
I'm out of control
I'm a sex machine ready to reload
Like an atom bomb about to explode!
I'm burning through the sky
Two hundred degrees that's why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit
I'm travelling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic woman of you

Don't stop me don't stop me, don't stop me !
Don't stop me don't stop me
I like it
Don't stop me don't stop me
Have a good time good time
Don't stop me don't stop me

I'm burning through the sky
Two hundred degrees that's why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit
I'm travelling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you

Don't stop me now
I'm having such a good time
I'm having a ball
Don't stop me now
If you wanna have a good time
Just give me a call
Don't stop me now
'cause I'm having a good time
Don't stop me now
Yes I'm having a good time
I don't wanna stop at all

© Queen

At the end of the evening

At the end of the evening, as the sun is going down

And all the wee song birds are making their last sounds

It's then I'm thinking of you; I close my eyes and see

I long for the moment, when you'll return "a chroi" (*)

We'll go and watch the waters, and bathe in its bright charms

As the shiny waves of blue and silver roll, I run into your arms

We'll talk all that small town talk, and secrets of the heart

With the twilight all the colours fade and we melt into the dark

I'm thinking of you darlin' in the mornin', noon and night

But especially in the evening when nature seems so bright

Yes, it's then I'm thinking of you in the quiet of my heart

I hold you there a moment as though we'd never part

© Nightnoise

(*) "A chroí" (pronounced acree) is a term of endearment and literally means "my heart", in Irish.

Está llorando el sol

Está llorando el sol nuestra esperanza

ese río amarillo de cordura.

No queda verso a la flor, no queda nada

a lo que el tiempo imprima su frescura.

Ni el aire de la esquina se ha vuelto eterno y frío

ni el hambre de tus besos me parte a la mitad.

Los hombres del espejo parecen enemigos,

los ojos que me diste sueñan tan solo hablar

de frases sin palabras, de frases sin edad

escritas a la cara que vuelves a mirar.

Y está llorando el sol nuestra esperanza
ese río amarillo de cordura.

No queda verso a la flor y no queda nada
a lo que el tiempo imprima su frescura

No hay un amor más puro que aquel que nos ignora,

no vivo si tu vida se cansa de vivir.

Y he gritado a las estrellas sin noticias de tus horas.

No regreses a la noche si no vienes a por mí

con frases sin palabras con frases sin edad

escritas a la cara que vuelves a mirar

© El desván del duende

Up on the roof

When this old world starts-a gettin' me down
And people are just too much for me to face
I'll climb way up to the top of the stairs
And all my cares just drift right into space

On the roof, it's peaceful as can be
And there the world below don't bother me, no

So when I come home feelin' tired and beat
I'll go up where the air is fresh and sweet
I'll get far away from the hustlin' crowd
And all that rat-race noise down in the street

On the roof, that's the only place I know
Look at the city, baby
Where you just have to wish to make it so
Let's go up on the roof

And at night the stars they put on a show for free
And darlin', you can share it all with me
That's what I said
Keep on tellin' you...

That right smack dab in the middle of town
I found a paradise that's troubleproof
And if this old world starts-a gettin' you down
There's room enough for two
Up on the roof
Up on the roof
Up on the roof

Everything is all right, everything is all right
C'mon!
Stop what you're doin' tonight and climb up the stairs
Be free baby
We've got the stars above and the city lights below
Up on the roof, now

© James Taylor

Thank you

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad

I drank too much last night, got bills to pay,
my head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there'll be hell today,
I'm late for work again
And even if I'm there, they'll all imply
that I might not last the day
And then you call me and it's not so bad,
it's not so bad and

I want to thank you
for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you
is having the best day of my life

Push the door, I'm home at last
and I'm soaking through and through
Then you hand me a towel
and all I see is you
And even if my house falls down,
I wouldn't have a clue
Because you're near me and

I want to thank you
for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you
is having the best day of my life

© Dido

No son of mine

Well the key to my survival
was never in much doubt
the question was how I could keep sane
trying to find a way out

Things were never easy for me
peace of mind was hard to find
and I needed a place where I could hide
somewhere I could call mine

I didn't think much about it
'til it started happening all the time
soon I was living with the fear everyday
of what might happen that night

I couldn't stand to hear the
crying of my mother
and I remember when
I swore that, that would be the
Last they'd see of me
And I never went home again

They say that time is a healer
and now my wounds are not the same
I rang the bell with my heart in my mouth
I had to hear what he'd say

He sat me down to talk to me
he looked me straight in the eyes
he said:

You're no son, you're no son of mine
You're no son, you're no son of mine
You walked out, you left us behind
and you're no son, no son of mine

Oh, his words how they hurt me, I'll never forget it
and as the time, it went by, I lived to regret it

You're no son, you're no son of mine
but where should I go,
and what should I do
you're no son, you're no son of mine
but I came here for help, I came here for you

Well the years they passed so slowly
I thought about him everyday
what would I do, if we passed on the street
would I keep running away

In and out of hiding places
soon I'd have to face the facts
we'd have to sit down and talk it over
and that would mean going back

They say that time is a healer
and now my wounds are not the same
I rang that bell with my heart in my mouth
I had to hear what he'd say

He sat me down to talk to me
he looked me straight in the eyes
he said:

You're no son, you're no son of mine
You're no son, you're no son of mine
When you walked out, you left us behind
and you're no son, you're no son of mine

Oh, his words how they hurt me, I'll never forget it
and as the time, it went by, I lived to regret it

You're no son, you're no son of mine
But where should I go and what should I do
You're no son, you're no son of mine
But I came here for help, oh I was looking for you
You're no son, you're no son of mine

© Genesis

Take my hand

Touch my skin, and tell me what you’re thinking
Take my hand and show me where we’re going
Lie down next to me, look into my eyes and tell me, oh tell me what you’re seeing
So sit on top of the world and tell me how you’re feeling
What you feel now is what I feel for you
Take my hand and if I’m lying to you
I’ll always be alone
If I’m lying to you

See my eyes, they carry your reflection
Watch my lips and hear the words I’m telling you
Give your trust to me and look into my heart and show me, show me what you’re doing
So sit on top of the world and tell me how you’re feeling
What you feel is what I feel for you

Take my hand and if I’m lying to you
I’ll always be alone
If I’m lying to you
Take your time, if I’m lying to you
I know you’ll find that you believe me
You believe me

Feel the sun on your face and tell me what you’re thinking
Catch the snow on your tongue and show me how it tastes
Take my hand and if I’m lying to you
I’ll always be alone
If I’m lying to you
Take your time, if I’m lying to you
I know you’ll find that you believe me
You believe me

© Dido

In my place

In my place, in my place
Were lines that I couldn't change
I was lost

I was lost, I was lost
Crossed lines I shouldn't have crossed
I was lost

Yeah, how long must you wait for him?
Yeah, how long must you pay for him?
Yeah, how long must you wait for him?

I was scared, I was scared
Tired and underprepared
But I wait for you

If you go, if you go
Leaving me here on my own
Well I wait for you

Yeah, how long must you wait for him?
Yeah, how long must you pay for him?
Yeah, how long must you wait for him?

Please, please, please
Come on and sing to me
To me, me

Come on and sing it out, out, out
Come on and sing it now, now, now
Come on and sing it

In my place, in my place
Were lines that I couldn't change
I was lost

© Coldplay

Lazing on a Sunday afternoon

I go out to work on Monday morning
Tuesday I go off to honeymoon
I’ll be back again before it’s time for sunnydown
I’ll be lazing on a Sunday afternoon
Bicycling on every Wednesday evening
Thursday I go waltzing to the zoo
I come from London town
I’m just an ordinary guy
Fridays I go painting in the Louvre
I’m bound to be proposing on a Saturday night
There he goes again
I’ll be lazing on a Sunday lazing on a Sunday
Lazing on a Sunday afternoon

© Queen

I guess that's why they call it the blues

Don't wish it away
Don't look at it like it's forever
Between you and me I could honestly say
That things can only get better

And while I'm away
Dust out the demons inside
And it won't be long
Before you and me run
To the place in our hearts where we hide

And I guess that's why they call it the blues
Time on my hands could be time spent with you
Laughing like children, living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers
And I guess that's why they call it the blues

Just stare into space
Picture my face in your hands
Live for each second without hesitation
And never forget I'm your man

Wait on me girl
Cry in the night if it helps
But more than ever
I simply love you
More than I love life itself

© Elton John

Flowers never bend with the rainbow

Through the corridors of sleep
Pass shadows dark and deep
My mind dances and leaps in confusion.
I don't know what is real,
I can't touch what I feel
And I hide behind the shield of my illusion.

So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end,
And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall.

The mirror on my wall
Casts an image dark and small
But I'm not sure at all it's my reflection.
I am blinded by the light
Of God and truth and right
And I wander in the night without direction.

So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end,
And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall.

It's no matter if you're born
To play the King or pawn
For the line is thinly drawn 'tween joy and sorrow,
So my fantasy
Becomes reality,
And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow.

So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end,
And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall.

© Simon & Garfunkel

Under the waves

Seeking for shelter
Hunting for life
Running from creatures
Lead me to choose the wrong way

Hold on it's not far now
Soon you can hear the sound of the sea
Hold on, just a few more steps
And the sea will embrace you

Under the waves, deep down below
Where the evil ones won’t dare to go?
Under the waves, the deep down blue
Where the angels will find you
Under the waves, deep down below
Where the evil ones won’t dare to go?
Under the waves, the deep down blue
Where the angels will find you

Searching for peace
Longing for calm
Escaping the liers
That lead you on to wicked ways

Hold on it's not far now
Soon you can hear the sound of the sea
Hold on, just a few more steps
And the sea will embrace you

Under the waves, deep down below
Where the evil ones won’t dare to go?
Under the waves, the deep down blue
Where the angels will find you
Under the waves, deep down below
Where the evil ones won’t dare to go?
Under the waves, the deep down blue
Where the angels will find you

© Allen - Lande

A walk in the forest

...gerade für spaß...

Música © Brian Crain

Deep Blue

Find a way and clear my soul

Driving out to get my goal

God knows I cannot stand

It's time to say goodbye

You don't know, you should have known

the pain I feel inside

So, I was dreaming of you

I was falling with you

and broke my heart

So, I was falling for you

I was dreaming with you

and broke my heart

Find a way and clear my soul

Driving out to get my goal

God knows I cannot stand

It's time to say goodbye

You don't know, you should've known

the pain I feel inside

Find a way to ease my breath

on and on to fill my chest

I can't stay, I cannot stay

cause only tears remain.

I can't hide, I cannot fight

and play this crying game

So, I was dreaming of you

I was falling with you

and broke my heart

So, I was falling for you

I was dreaming with you

and broke my heart

© Rodrigo Leao

Contigo en la distancia

No existe un momento del día

en que pueda apartarte de mí

el mundo parece distinto

cuando no estás junto a mí.

No hay bella melodía

en que no surjas tú

ni yo quiero escucharla

si no la escuchas tú.

Es que te has convertido

en parte de mi alma

ya nada me conforma

si no estás tú también.

Más allá de tus labios

del sol y las estrellas

contigo en la distancia

amado mío estoy.

© Lucho Gatica

¡Jesús!

La alergia es una respuesta exagerada del organismo cuando entra en contacto con determinadas sustancias provenientes del exterior.

Wikipedia dixit

Música: Cloudy this morning © George Winston

Toys not ties (An adult's lament)

"Men are born ignorant, not stupid; they are made stupid by education. "

Bertrand Rusell

Música © Nightnoise

Lo que el ojo no ve, pero la cámara sí (I)

Mi abuela se quejaba "¿porqué me tuvo que dar Dios nariz y tener que oler tanta porquería?". Si levantara la cabeza y se percatase de lo que tenemos que ver por tener ojos...

;-)

Música: Le Mariage (B.S.O. Cyrano de Bergerac) - Jean-Claude Petit

Violin Concerto

A violin concerto is a concerto for solo violin (occasionally, two or more violins) and instrumental ensemble, customarily orchestra. Such works have been written from the Baroque period, when the solo concerto form was first developed, up through the present day.

Wikipedia dixit.

Música: W.A. Mozart - Violin Concerto No. 3 in G major, K216 - Rondeau Allegro

Gestos (II)

Pero si lo que se desea es asegurar a toda costa la bonanza económica de los contrayentes, lo mejor es lanzar objetos de mayor contundencia que el arroz, (macarrones, alubias, macarrones y alubias...) directamente a la cara en la esperanza de acertar en los ojos y dejarles ciegos, lo que les garantizaría un puesto vitalicio en la ONCE.

Música: Muy crueles bozes dan (villancico anónimo). Jordi Savall

Gestos... (I)

Qué mejor manera de desear prosperidad a los recién casados que lanzándoles arroz a la salida de la iglesia. ¿Y si además se les quiere desear buena salud, y a la vez fomentar el comercio justo, todo en un mismo gesto? ¡¡¡Arroz integral ecuatoriano, y dejémonos de tonterías!!!

;-)

Música: J.S. Bach - Concerto for two Violins And Orchestra No.3 in d minor, Vivace BWV 1043

The End

And in the end

The love you take

Is equal to the love

You make

© The Beatles

A cidade e os campos

Longe das aldeias, longe das casas

Ouvimos cantar todas as fontes

E na solidão dos velhos montes

Beijamos as águas dos ribeiros

Mas de tudo já esqueceste

Neste mundo tudo muda

Agora estou triste e sozinho

Nesta cidade escura e fria

Onde a vida é uma agonia

Minha vida

Vida

© Madredeus

Son cuatro días

Duerme la ciudad y en un local oscuro junto al mar
está tocando un músico de jazz.
Miras hacia mí y en tus ojos cansados puedo ver
que hay un nombre escrito de mujer.
De su guitarra se van notas de fuego;
los acordes de cristal, hacia la eternidad.
Viejas canciones de amor, viejos poemas.
Entre el humo y el alcohol, la noche suena a jazz.

Duerme la ciudad y una muchacha negra entra en el bar.
Parece borracha -a ver quién no lo está-.
Duerme la ciudad y una muchacha negra entra en el bar

Grita que los blancos huelen mal.
Años luz de soledad. Recuérdame cuando me vaya.
Besa el mar la arena gris y en la ciudad la noche canta.
Son cuatro días. La noche canta.
Sentado en un rincón mirando a dos gatos retozar.
Triste estampa ser rey de la creación,
mientras toca un músico de jazz.
De su guitarra se van notas de fuego;
los acordes de cristal, hacia la eternidad.
Viejas canciones de amor, viejos poemas.
Entre el humo y el alcohol, la noche suena a jazz.
Años luz de soledad. Recuérdame cuando me vaya.
Besa el mar la arena gris y en la ciudad la noche canta.
Son cuatro días. La noche canta...

© El último de la fila

Of a summer morn'

"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."

Henry David Thoreau dixit
Música © Nightnoise

Inside looking out

To touch the sky
A dreamer must be
Someone who has more imagination than me

To reach the stars
A dreamer must fly
Somehow he must live more of a lifetime than I
For sands of time won't wait
And it may be too late

Now is the hour and the moment
Don't let the chance go by
Your ship is sailing with the high tide
And all your dreams are on the inside

On the inside looking out, on the inside looking out
Looking out, looking out, looking out

To change the world
A dreamer must be
Someone who has more determination than me

To free his soul
A dreamer must fly
Somewhere he must find a better reason than I
The hands of time won't wait
And we may be too late

Now is the hour and the moment
Don't let a day pass by
Your ship is sailing with the high tide
You could be standing on the inside
On the inside looking out, on the inside looking out
On the inside looking out, on the inside looking out
Looking out, looking out, looking out

© The Alan Parsons Project

What it is?

The drinking dens are spilling out
There's staggering in the square
There's lads and lasses falling about
And a crackling in the air
Down around the dungeon doors
The shelters in the queues
Everybody's looking for
Somebody's arms to fall into
And it's what it is
It's what it is now

There's frost on the graves and the monuments
But the taverns are warm in town
People curse the government
And shovel hot food down
The lights are out in city hall
The castle and the keep
The moon shines down upon it all
The legless and asleep

And it's cold on a tollgate
With the wagons creeping through
Cold on a tollgate
God knows what I could do with you
And it’s what it is
It's what it is now

The garrison sleeps and the citadel
With the ghosts and the ancient stones
High up on the parapet
A Scottish piper stands alone
And high on the wind
The highland drums begin to roll
And something from the past just comes
And stares into my soul

And it's cold on a tollgate
Where the Caledonian blues
Cold on a tollgate
God knows what I could do with you
And it’s what it is
It's what it is now
What it is
It's what it is now

There's a chink of light
There's a burning wick
There's a lantern in the tower
Wee Willie Winkie with a candlestick
Still writing songs in the wee wee hours
On Charlotte Street I take
A walking stick from my hotel
The ghost of Dirty Dick
Is still in search of Little Nell
And it's what it is
It's what it is now
Oh it's what it is
What it is now

© Mark Knopfler

Body & Soul

“Salary is no object: I want only enough to keep body and soul apart.”

Dorothy Parker

Music © Glenn Miller

Lullaby

Calla mi vida,
no hay que llorar,
duerme y sueña feliz.

Siempre tú debes

mi arrullo llevar,
así yo estaré junto a ti.

Nana tradicional

Música © George Gershwin

Sweet little mistery

My love has taken a tumble
Oh, but I’m still standing
You’re such a natural, sing,
That’s what you are

Say I wouldn’t steer you wrong now baby
I wouldn’t steer you wrong

It’s just that sweet little mystery
That makes me try,
It’s just that sweet little mystery
That makes me try,

Didn’t I come resisting this sight of wonder?
Didn’t I come insisting the higher decision?
Didn’t I come resisting this sight of wonder?
To your life

Say I wouldn’t steer you wrong now baby
I wouldn’t steer you wrong

It’s just that sweet little mystery
That makes me try,
It’s just that sweet little mystery
That makes me try,

Oh, just think of the magic
Don’t think it is tragic,
Just think of the magic

Come on listen

My love has taken a tumble
My love has taken a tumble
My love has taken a tumble
But I’m still standing

It’s just that sweet little mystery
That makes me try,
It’s just that sweet little mystery
That makes me try

© Wet Wet Wet

Moss garden

What is Life?

Resembles Life what once was held of Light,
Too ample in itself for human sight ?
An absolute Self--an element ungrounded—
All, that we see, all colours of all shade
By encroach of darkness made ?—
Is very life by consciousness unbounded ?
And all the thoughts, pains, joys of mortal breath,
A war-embrace of wrestling Life and Death ?

Texto © Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Música © David Bowie & Brian Eno

El milagro

Muere lentamente quien se transforma en esclavo del hábito, repitiendo todos los días los mismos trayectos, quien no cambia de marca, no arriesga vestir un color nuevo y no le habla a quien no conoce.

Muere lentamente quien hace de la televisión su gurú.

Muere lentamente quien evita una pasión, quien prefiere el negro sobre blanco y los puntos sobre las "íes" a un remolino de emociones, justamente las que rescatan el brillo de los ojos, sonrisas de los bostezos, corazones a los tropiezos y sentimientos.

Muere lentamente quien no voltea la mesa cuando está infeliz en el trabajo, quien no arriesga lo cierto por lo incierto para ir detrás de un sueño, quien no se permite por lo menos una vez en la vida, huir de los consejos sensatos.

Muere lentamente quien no viaja, quien no lee, quien no oye música, quien no encuentra gracia en sí mismo.

Muere lentamente quien destruye su amor propio, quien no se deja ayudar.

Muere lentamente, quien pasa los días quejándose de su mala suerte o de la lluvia incesante.

Muere lentamente, quien abandona un proyecto antes de iniciarlo, no preguntando de un asunto que desconoce o no respondiendo cuando le indagan sobre algo que sabe.

Evitemos la muerte en suaves cuotas, recordando siempre que estar vivo exige un esfuerzo mucho mayor que el simple hecho de respirar.

Solamente la ardiente paciencia hará que conquistemos una espléndida felicidad.

Texto © Pablo Neruda

Música © Lito Vitale

Lift

Times when I just can't
Bring myself to say it loud
'Fraid that what I'll say comes out somehow awry

That is when it seems
We move in circles day to day
Twist the drama of the play to get us by

And it feels like fear
Like I'll disappear
Gets so hard to steer
Yet I go on
Do we need debate
When it seems too late
Like I bleed but wait
Like nothing's wrong

You lift my spirit, take me higher, make me fly,
Touch the moon up in the sky, when you are mine
You lift me higher, take my spirit, make it fly,
Where all new wonders will appear

Like the other day
I thought you won't be coming back
I came to realize my lackluster dreams

And among the schemes
And all the tricks we try to play
Only dreams will hold their sway and defy

When it feels like fear
Like I'll disappear
Gets so hard to steer
Yet I go on
Do we need debate
When it seems too late
Like I bleed but wait
Like nothing's wrong

You lift my spirit, take me higher, make me fly,
Touch the moon up in the sky, when you are mine
You lift me higher, take my spirit, make it fly,
Where all new wonders will appear

© Poets of the fall

The sun is burning

The sun is burning in the sky
Strands of clouds go slowly drifting by
In the park the lazy bees
Are joining in the flowers, among the trees
And the sun burns in the sky

Now the sun is in the west
Little kids go home to take their rest
And the couples in the park
Are holding hands and waiting for the dark
And the sun is in the west

Now the sun is sinking low
Children playing know it's time to go
High above a spot appears
A little blossom blooms and then draws near
And the sun is sinking low

Now the sun has come to earth
Shrouded in a mushroom cloud of death
Death comes in a blinding flash
Of hellish heat and leaves a smear of ash
And the sun has come to earth

Now the sun has disappeared
All is darkness, anger, pain and fear
Twisted, sightless wrecks of men
Go groping on their knees and cry in pain
And the sun has disappeared

© Simon & Garfunkel

The rise and fall

Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over,
And it seems as though the writings on the wall,
Superstar you finally made it,
But once your picture becomes tainted,
It's what they call,
The rise and fall

I always said that I was gonna make it,
Now it's plain for everyone to see,
But this game I'm in don't take no prisoners,
Just casualties,
I know that everything is gonna change,
Even the friends I knew before may go,
But this dream is the life I've been searching for,
Started believing that I was the greatest,
My life was never gonna be the same,
Cause with the money came a different status,
That's when things change,
Now I'm too concerned with all the things I own,
Blinded by all the pretty girls I see,
I'm beginning to lose my integrity

Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over,
And it seems as though the writings on the wall,
Superstar you finally made it,
But once your picture becomes tainted,
It's what they call,
The rise and fall

I never used to be a troublemaker,
Now I don't even wanna please the fans,
No autographs,
No interviews,
No pictures,
And less demands,
Given advice that was clearly wrong,
The type that seems to make me feel so right,
But some things you may find can take over your life,
Burnt all my bridges now I've run out of places,
And there's nowhere left for me to turn,
Been caught in comprimising situations,
I should have learnt,
From all those times I didn't walk away,
When I knew that it was best to go,
Is it too late to show you the shape of my heart,

Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over,
And it seems as though the writings on the wall,
Superstar you finally made it,
But once your picture becomes tainted,
It's what they call,
The rise and fall

Now I know,
I made mistakes,
Think I don't care,
But you don't realise what this means to me,
So let me have,
Just one more chance,
I'm not the man I used to be,
Used to be

Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over,
And it seems as though the writings on the wall,
Superstar you finally made it,
But once your picture becomes tainted,
It's what they call,
The rise and fall

© Craig David & Sting

More than a feeling

I looked out this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away

It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away

So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on
As clear as the sun in the summer sky

It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away

When I'm tired and thinking cold
I hide in my music, forget the day
And dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped away
She slipped away, she slipped away

It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away

© Boston

Nostalgia

Con la vista sobre el mar

Busca entre las olas una señal

Algo que le ayude a olvidar la verdad

Toda una vida de lágrimas

Cede a la locura y luego calla

Por amor a un día

Que jamás volverá

Cuando la rosa muera

Calmará sus ansias en letras vanas

Por amor a un día

Que jamás volverá

© Stream of passion

He used to be a lovely boy

Time to leave this town
Now your dreams have all let you down
No one here will miss you now
Time to wake up and look around

He used to be a lovely boy
Lovely boy
Lovely boy
He used to be a lovely boy

Turn away and turn ahead
"Just a hopeless dreamer", she said
Eyes of cloud and feet of lead
Find a shore that needs you instead

He used to be a lovely boy
Lovely boy
Lovely boy
He used to be a lovely boy
Time on your hands
World at your feet
No adventure left incomplete

Find a place where you can hide
From the love that holds you inside
Time so unkind
Like an old friend leaves you behind

He used to be a lovely boy
Lovely boy
Lovely boy
He used to be a lovely boy
Time on your hands

© Keane

Nunca el tiempo es perdido

Cuando tú no estas las mañanas se tiñen de canciones tristes,
son como el leve perfume que por un instante te baña y te marca.
Cuando tú no estas las mañanas se tiñen de canciones tristes.

Rastro, huella de los pasos errantes,
del buscador de señales

Nunca el tiempo es perdido
sólo un recodo más en nuestra ilusión ávida de olvido
nunca el tiempo es perdido
nunca el tiempo es perdido
sólo un recodo más en nuestra ilusión ávida de cariño
nunca el tiempo es perdido
nunca el tiempo es perdido

Cuando regresas las mañanas levantan el vuelo
quizá es el momento de la brisa suave
que acaricia con tu llegada hasta tu partida.
Si regresas las mañanas se visten de alegres canciones.
Se disfrazan de sonrisas,
son el hálito justo que apaciguará el pulso.
Son la broma o la mano del destino.
Si tú regresas las mañanas se visten de alegres canciones.

Rastro, huella de mi búsqueda errante,
que sin ti no encuentro señales
Nunca el tiempo es perdido
es sólo un recodo más en nuestra ilusión ávida de olvido
nunca el tiempo es perdido
nunca el tiempo es perdido
es sólo un recodo más en nuestra ilusión ávida de cariño
nunca el tiempo es perdido
nunca el tiempo es perdido

© Manolo García