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Escrito por Octogenario
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miércoles, 02 de enero de 2008 |
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Curiosa canción abanderada de muchos cristianos, para ponerla en guateques y ver lo enrrolados que son.
El autor es judío y se inspiró en ella al ver como un predicador comía el coco a sus feligreses.
"Spirit in the sky", Norman Greenbaum
y una versión de "Dr. & the medics" precocinada para un programa de zapping.
Y por su puesto, la letra:
When I die and they lay me to rest
Gonna go to the place that's the best
When I lay me down to die
Goin' up to the spirit in the sky
Goin' up to the spirit in the sky
That's where I'm gonna go when I die
When I die and they lay me to rest
Gonna go to the place that's the best
Prepare yourself you know it's a must
Gotta have a friend in Jesus
So you know that when you die
He's gonna recommend you
To the spirit in the sky
Gonna recommend you
To the spirit in the sky
That's where you're gonna go when you die
When you die and they lay you to rest
You're gonna go to the place that's the best
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Never been a sinner I never sinned
I got a friend in Jesus
So you know that when I die
He's gonna set me up with
The spirit in the sky
Oh set me up with the spirit in the sky
That's where I'm gonna go when I die
When I die and they lay me to rest
I'm gonna go to the place that's the best
Go to the place that's the best |
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Escrito por Octogenario
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miércoles, 02 de enero de 2008 |
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Joder que sueño. Primer día del año para ir al curro y me duermo.
Para empezar el día tranquilitos: "Albatross" de Fleetwood Mac en su primera época. Poque hoy es lunes, no? al menos se le parece mucho.
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Escrito por Octogenario
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viernes, 28 de diciembre de 2007 |
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Ains que joven era...
Pantalones cortos de colores ácidos que se iban al segundo lavado, titis con ls 501 marcando culito, más smileis que en un chat de msn, y el momento de un cambio del pop más pedorro (aka Rick Astely) a una música más curiosa.
Por ser vacaciones os salváis de Rick Astley, pero vigilad vuestra retaguardia.
| "Deeper shade of pale", Urban Dance Squad |
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Surprise, surprise ! ! so you rub your eyes
never knew uds, so cool as ice?
hear the vibes man, they'll stupify
ducks - categorise us as hardcriers
that's a lie, we know why we're occupiers
no blurs, but obscure styles, these are higher
profiles are low - as soon as we go
as a breeze straight from a deeper shade of soul
Five souls play the headrole
excite the middle between the two poles
the globe rotates from new to old
uds take both to reach the souls
narrowmind clydes, still holding a pose
what we pour 'n flow when we come close
to the contrary, they pinch their earlobes
they call it rogue-rock, but it's a deeper shade of soul
We blend everything, with the color of skin
under the skin, we're in like flynn
ducks stare at us, as soon as we begin
to innovate the frame of thought they're in
again, music's got to do with only feeling
not where you're from, it's 'can' they yield in
the stuff that we rock and what we're giving
a piece of the mind connects the rhythm
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Escrito por mustelido
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jueves, 27 de diciembre de 2007 |
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No tengo palabras, simplemente una muy buena canción.
Morrissey - You Have Killed Me (London Live)
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Escrito por Octogenario
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sábado, 22 de diciembre de 2007 |
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Hoy se ha celebrado el sorteo de lotería de navidad.
Se da por inaugurada oficialmente la navidad.
Compartimos con vosotros una de las peores pesadillas sonoras de estos días. Con dos cojones.
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"Last chrismas", Wham!
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Chorus:
Last Christmas, I gave you my heart
But the very next day, You gave it away
This year, to save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special
Last Christmas, I gave you my heart
But the very next day, You gave it away
This year, to save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special
Once bitten and twice shy
I keep my distance but you still catch my eye
Tell me baby do you recognise me?
Well it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me
(Happy Christmas!) I wrapped it up and sent it
With a note saying "I Love You" I meant it
Now I know what a fool I've been
But if you kissed me now I know you'd fool me again
Chorus
(Oooh. Oooh Baby)
A crowded room, friends with tired eyes
I'm hiding from you and your soul of ice
My God I thought you were someone to rely on
Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on
A face on a lover with a fire in his heart
A man undercover but you tore me apart
Oooh Oooh
Now I've found a real love you'll never fool me again
Chorus
A face on a lover with a fire in his heart
(Gave you my heart)
A man undercover but you tore me apart
Next year
I'll give it to someone, I'll give it to someone special
special
someone
someone
I'll give it to someone, I'll give it to someone special
who'll give me something in return
I'll give it to someone
hold my heart and watch it burn
I'll give it to someone, I'll give it to someone special
I've got you here to stay
I can love you for a day
I thought you were someone special
gave you my heart
I'll give it to someone, I'll give it to someone
last christmas I gave you my heart
you gave it away
I'll give it to someone, I'll give it to someone
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Escrito por Octogenario
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sábado, 22 de diciembre de 2007 |
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Música de uno de los anuncios de colonia de esta navidad. Elle de Yves Saint Laurent.
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"Gold Lion", Yeah yeah yeahs
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Gold lion's gonna tell me where the light is,
Gold lion's gonna tell me where the light is,
Take our hands out of control,
Take our hands out of control
Now, tell me what you saw,
Tell me what you saw,
There was a crowd of seeds,
Inside, outside,
I must have done a dozen each
It was the height I grew, the weight,
The shell was crushing you,
I've been around a few
Tell me what you saw,
I'll tell you what to...
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ahh ohh
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ahh ohh
Gold lion's gonna tell me where the light is,
Gold lion's gonna tell me where the light is,
Take our hands out of control,
Take our hands out of control
outside, inside
This is a moon without a tide,
We'll build a fire in your eyes
We'll build a fire when the colors getting brighter,
Cold desire, makes a moon without a tide
Tell me what you saw,
I'll tell you what to...
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ahh ohh
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ahh ohh
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ahh ohh
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ahh ohh
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Escrito por Octogenario
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jueves, 20 de diciembre de 2007 |
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Según la wikipedia el título de In a gadda da vida fué un desbarre del cantante de Iron butterfly, por el LSD, durante la grabación. Sea o no así que así sea.
Preparaos para casi veinte minutos de recreación lsdsesenterahippipayá. Despegamos....
"In a gadda da vida", Iron butterfly
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1ª parte
2ª parte
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Y una versión de Slayer para despertar del trance
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In-a-gadda-da-vida, honey,
Dont you know that I love you?
In-a-gadda-da-vida, baby,
Dont you know that Ill always be true?
Oh, wont you come with me
And take my hand?
Oh, wont you come with me
And walk this land?
Please take my hand!
-repeat-
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Danos tu dinero, te lo agradeceremos
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