dissabte, 30 de juny de 2007

Fools Garden - Lemon Tree

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Demà marxo 11 dies de Tavascan. Per tant estaré 11 dies sense actualitzar, això no vol dir, però, que earenjoy no s'actualitzi. A partir de demà actualitzarà una altra persona, ja es presentarà ell si ho troba adient ;)
Fins a la tornada.

Fools Garden - Lemon Tree (clica per veure la lletra)

divendres, 29 de juny de 2007

Donavon Frankenreiter - It don't matter

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Donavon Frankenreiter - It don't matter (clica per veure la lletra)

dijous, 28 de juny de 2007

Coldplay - Yellow

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No es que sigui un gran aficionat a Coldplay, però aquesta cançó fa uns quants anys se'm va enganxar força.
últimament em justifico molt....

Coldplay – Yellow (clica per veure la lletra)

dimecres, 27 de juny de 2007

Jose Afonso – Canto moço

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Aquesta cançó pertany a un CD que em van regalar uns amics portuguesos que vaig fer en un campament internacional. Avui m'he aixecat amb ganes d'escoltar-lo, aquest dia mig plujós acompanya.

Jose Afonso – Canto moço (clica per veure la lletra)

dimarts, 26 de juny de 2007

Boston - Peace of mind



Avui he tingut una reunió, i un esmorzar, de bon matí i m'han fet pensar que encara no havia posat cap cançó d'aquest grup.


Boston - Peace of mind (clica per veure la lletra)

dilluns, 25 de juny de 2007

Geoffrey Oryema - Makambo



Ahir vaig anar al cinema. Al tornar a casa vaig posar una estona la tele, vaig veure una sèrie que ja havia vist feia temps...Però al final de la sèrie, quan ja s'acabava, va sonar aquesta cançó. Em va com despertar de cop. He estat buscant aquest matí fins que he trobat de qui era i com es deia. He estat incapaç però de trobar la lletra.

diumenge, 24 de juny de 2007

Nick Lowe - The beast in me

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Com ja sabeu, perquè ho heu pogut veure, fa temps vaig decidir posar la lletra de la cançó.
Aquest fet va generar tanta polèmica com l'assistència del Ferran Adrià al Documenta. M'hi havia que deien que sí que estava bé tenir la lletra, i d'altres que desvirtuava el blog (ear), i dificultava buscar cançons antigues.
Doncs bé, a partir d'ara veureu la lletra només si ho voleu. No sabeu com m'ha costat fer això!

Bon Sant Joan a tots!


Nick Lowe - The beast in me (clica per veure la lletra)

dissabte, 23 de juny de 2007

Wham - Wake Me Up Before You Go Go

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Wham - Wake Me Up Before You Go Go
You put the boom-boom into my heart
You send my soul sky high when your lovin' starts
Jitterbug into my brain
Goes a bang-bang-bang 'til my feet do the same
But something's bugging you
Something ain't right
My best friend told me what you did last night
Left me sleepin' in my bed
I was dreaming, but I should have been with you instead.

Wake me up before you go-go
Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo
Wake me up before you go-go
I don't want to miss it when you hit that high
Wake me up before you go-go
'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo
Wake me up before you go-go
Take me dancing tonight
I wanna hit that high (yeah, yeah)

You take the grey skies out of my way
You make the sun shine brighter than Doris Day
Turned a bright spark into a flame
My beats per minute never been the same

'Cause you're my lady, I'm your fool
It makes me crazy when you act so cruel
Come on, baby, let's not fight
We'll go dancing, everything will be all right

Wake me up before you go-go
Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo
Wake me up before you go-go
I don't want to miss it when you hit that high
Wake me up before you go-go
'Cause I'm not plannin'' on going solo
Wake me up before you go-go
Take me dancing tonight
I wanna hit that high (yeah, yeah, baby)

(Jitterbug)
(Jitterbug)

Cuddle up, baby, move in tight
We'll go dancing tomorrow night
It's cold out there, but it's warm in bed
They can dance, we'll stay home instead

(Jitterbug)

Wake me up before you go-go
Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo
Wake me up before you go-go
I don't want to miss it when you hit that high
Wake me up before you go-go
'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo
Wake me up before you go-go
Take me dancing tonight
Wake me up before you go-go, don't you dare to leave me hanging on like a
yo-yo
Take me dancing

divendres, 22 de juny de 2007

The Beatles - The fool on the hill

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The Beatles - The fool on the hill
Day after day,
Alone on the hill,
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still,
But nobody wants to know him,
They can see that he's just a fool,
And he never gives an answer,
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning 'round.

Well on the way head in a cloud,
The man of a thousand voices is talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him,
Or the sound he appears to make,
And he never seems to notice,
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning 'round.

And nobody seems to like him
They can tell what he wants to do.
And he never shows his feelings,
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning 'round.

woah ooh,
Round and round and round.

He never listens to them,
He knows that they're the fool
They don't like him,
The fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning 'round.

dijous, 21 de juny de 2007

Bruce Springteen - Street of Philadelphia

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Bruce Springteen - Street of Philadelphia
I was bruised and battered and I couldnt tell
What I felt
I was unrecognizable to myself
I saw my reflection in a window I didnt know
My own face
Oh brother are you gonna leave me
Wastin´away
On the streets of philadelphia

I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone
I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone
At night I could hear the blood in my veins
Black and whispering as the rain
On the streets of philadelphia

Aint no angel gonna greet me
Its just you and I my friend
My clothes dont fit me no more
I walked a thousand miles
Just to slip the skin

The night has fallen, Im lyinawake
I can feel myself fading away
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss
Or will we leave each other alone like this
On the streets of philadelphia

dimecres, 20 de juny de 2007

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Under the bridge

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Quina gran cançó!

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Under the bridge
Sometimes I feel
Like I don't have a partner
Sometimes I feel
Like my only friend
Is the city I live in
The city of angels
Lonely as I am
Together we cry

I drive on her streets
'Cause she's my companion
I walk through her hills
'Cause she knows who I am
She sees my good deeds
And she kisses me windy
I never worry
Now that is a lie

I don't ever want to feel
Like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take me all the way

It's hard to believe
That there's nobody out there
It's hard to believe
That I'm all alone
At least I have her love
The city she loves me
Lonely as I am
Together we cry

I don't ever want to feel
Like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take me all that way

Under the bridge downtown
Is where I drew some blood
Under the bridge downtown
I could not get enough
Under the bridge downtown
Forgot about my love
Under the bridge downtown
I gave my life away.

dimarts, 19 de juny de 2007

Nancy Sinatra - These boots were made for walking

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Nancy Sinatra - These boots were made for walking

You keep saying you've got something for me.
something you call love, but confess.
You've been messin' where you shouldn't have been a messin'
and now someone else is gettin' all your best.

These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

You keep lying, when you oughta be truthin'
and you keep losin' when you oughta not bet.
You keep samin' when you oughta be changin'.
Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet.

These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin
and you keep thinkin' that you´ll never get burnt.
Ha! I just found me a brand new box of matches yeah
and what he know you ain't HAD time to learn.

Are you ready boots? Start walkin'!

dilluns, 18 de juny de 2007

Mike & The Mechanics - Over my shoulder



Mike & The Mechanics › Over My Shoulder
Looking back over my shoulder
I can see that look in your eye
I never dreamed it could be over
I never wanted to say goodbye

Looking back over my shoulder
With an aching deep in my heart
I wish that we were starting over
Oh instead of drifting so far apart

Everybody told me you were leaving
Funny I should be the last to know
Baby please tell me that Im dreaming
I just never want to let you go

Looking back over my shoulder
I can see that look in your eye
Turning my heart over and over
I never wanted to say goodbye

I dont mind everybody laughing
But its enough to make a grown man cry
Cos I can feel you slipping through my fingers
I dont even know the reason why

Every day its a losing battle
Just to smile and hold my head up high
Could it be that we belong together
Baby wont you give me one more try
One more try

Looking back over my shoulder
I can see that look in your eye
I never dreamed it could be over
I never wanted to say goodbye

Looking back over my shoulder
Oh with an aching feeling inside
Cutting me up, deeper and deeper
Fills me with a sadness that I cant hide

Looking back over my shoulder
I can see that look in your eye
I never dreamed no no it could be over
I never wanted to say goodbye

Looking back over my shoulder
I can see that look in your eye

diumenge, 17 de juny de 2007

Matt Costa - Sunshine

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Matt Costa - Sunshine
Sunshine
I'd really like to tell you
Oh my sunshine
Even though your skies are blue
You're drying up my bed
How can I get any rest now?
Sha la la la la la la la

Someday
You will get the best of me
Oh someday
Probably when I'm old and grey
I'm lying in my bed
And I will soon be put to rest now
Sha la la la la la la la

Sunshine
I'd really like to tell you
Oh my sunshine
Even though your skies are blue
You're drying up my bed
How can I get any rest now?
Sha la la la la la la la

Someday
You will get the best of me
Oh someday
Probably when I'm old and grey
I'm lying in my bed
And I will soon be put to rest now

I'm lying in my bed
And I will soon be put to rest now (Ooh ooh) [x2]
Sha la la la la la la la

dissabte, 16 de juny de 2007

Peter Frampton - Baby, I love your way

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Si vols te la canto a cau d'orella com si fos una holofonia.

Peter Frampton - Baby, I love your way
Shadows grow so long before my eyes
And they're moving across the page
Suddenly the day turns into night
Far away from the city but don't hesitate
'Cause your love won't wait hey
Ooh baby I love your way every day
Wanna tell you I love your way every day
Wanna be with you night and day

Moon appears to shine and light the sky
With the help of some fireflies
I wonder how they have the power shine shine shine
I can see them under the pines
But don't hesitate 'cause your love won't wait hey
Ooh baby I love your way every day
Wanna tell you I love your way every day
Wanna be with you night and day uh yeah

But don't hesitate 'cause your love won't wait
I can see the sunset in your eyes
Brown and grey and blue besides
Clouds are stalking islands in the sun
Wish I could dry one out of season
But don't hesitate 'cause your love won't wait hey
Ooh baby I love your way every day
Wanna tell you I love your way uuhh
Wanna be with you night and day
Ooh baby I love your way every day
Wanna tell you I love your way uuhh
Wanna be with you night and day

divendres, 15 de juny de 2007

Don McLean - American Pie



Don McLean - American Pie
A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.

I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin’,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."

dijous, 14 de juny de 2007

Peter Griffin - Can't Touch Me



Amb ganes d'acabar els examens!

Peter Griffin - Can't Touch Me
Just like the bad guy from Lethal Weapon 2
I've got diplomatic immunity, so Hammer cannot sue
I can write graffiti, even jaywalk in the street
I can riot, loot, not give a hoot, and touch your sister's teat
Can't touch me!

Stop! It's Peter time
I'm a big shot, there's no doubt
Light a fire then pee it out
Don't like it, kiss my rump
For a second, let's all do the bump
Can't touch me!
Yea do the Peter Griffin Bump
Can't touch me!

I'm Presidential Peter
Interns think I'm hot
Don't care if your handicapped
I'll still park in your spot
I've been around the world
>From Hartford to Backbay
It's Peter, go Peter, MC Peter, yo Peter
Let's see Regis rap this way
Can't touch me!

(spoken) Except you, you can touch me.

dimecres, 13 de juny de 2007

Bob Dylan - Blowin' in the wind

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Bob Dylan - Blowin' in the wind


How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

dimarts, 12 de juny de 2007

Spandau Ballet - Gold




Spandau Ballet - Gold
Thank you for coming home
I'm sorry that the chairs are all worn
I left them here I could have sworn
these are my salad days
slowly being eaten away
just another play for today
oh but I'm proud of you,but I'm proud of you
there's nothing left to make me feel small
luck has left me standing so tall
gold
always believe in your soul
you've got the power to know
you're indestructable
always believe in,because you are
gold
glad that you're bound to return
there's something I could have learned
you're indestructable,always believe in
after the rush has gone
I hope you find a little more time
remember we were partners in crime
it's only two years ago
the man with the suit and the pace
you know that he was there on the case
now he's in love with you,he's in love with you
love is like a high prison wall
but you could leave me standing so tall
gold
always believe in your soul
you've got the power to know
you're indestructable
always believe in,because you are
gold
glad that you're bound to return
there's something I could have learned
you're indestructable,always believe in
(musical interlude)
for love is like a high prison wall
and you could leave me standing so tall
Gold
always believe in your soul
you've got the power to know
you're indestructable
always believe in, because you are
gold
Glad that you're bound to return
There's something I could've learned
you're indestructable
always believe in.

dilluns, 11 de juny de 2007

Zebda - Motivé

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ja en són 22.

Zebda - Motivé
Spécialement dédicacé à tous ceux qui sont motivés (motivés motivés motivés)
Spécialement dédicacé à tous ceux qui ont résisté par le passé
Ami entends-tu le vol noir des corbeaux sur nos plaines
Ami entends-tu les cris sourds des pays qu'on enchaîne
Ohé partisan ouvrier paysan c'est l'alarme
Ce soir ennemi connaîtra le prix du sang et des larmes

Motivé motivé, il faut rester motivé
Motivé motivé, il faut se motiver
Motivé motivé, soyons motivés
Motivé motivé, motivé motivé

C'est nous qui brisons les barreaux des prisons pour nos frères
La haine à nos trousses et la faim qui nous pousse la misère
Il est des pays où les gens au creux des lits font des rêves
Chantez compagnons dans la nuit la liberté vous écoute

Motivé motivé, il faut rester motivé
Motivé motivé, il faut se motiver
Motivé motivé, soyons motivés
Motivé motivé, motivé motivé

Ici chacun sait ce qu'il veut ce qu'il fait quand il passe
Ami si tu tombes un ami sort de l'ombre à ta place
Ohé partisan ouvrier paysan c'est l'alarme
Ce soir ennemi connaîtra le prix du sang et des larmes

Motivé motivé, il faut rester motivé
Motivé motivé, il faut se motiver
Motivé motivé, soyons motivés
Motivé motivé, motivé

On va rester motivé pour le face à face
On va rester motivé quand on les aura en face
On va rester motivé pourvu que ça se sache
On va rester motivé, sans... (motivé motivé)

Motivé motivé, il faut rester motivé
Motivé motivé, il faut se motiver
Motivé motivé, soyons motivés
Motivé motivé, il faut se motiver

Motivé motivé, on va rester motivé pour le face à face
Motivé motivé, on va rester motivé quand on les aura en face
Motivé motivé, on va rester motivé on veut que ça se sache
Motivé motivé, on va rester motivé pour la lutte des classes
Motivé motivé, on va rester motivé (x 4)
Motivé motivé...

diumenge, 10 de juny de 2007

Robbie Williams - Feel



Robbie Williams - Feel
Come on hold my hand,
I wanna contact the living.
Not sure I understand,
This role I’ve been given.

I sit and talk to god
And he just laughs at my plans,
My head speaks a language, I don’t understand.

(chorus)
I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in.
’cause I got too much life,
Running through my veins, going to waste.

I don’t wanna die,
But I ain’t keen on living either.
Before I fall in love,
I’m preparing to leave her.
I scare myself to death,
That’s why I keep on running.
Before I’ve arrived, I can see myself coming.

(chorus)
I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in.
’cause I got too much life,
Running through my veins, going to waste.

And I need to feel, real love
And a life ever after.
I cannot get enough.

(instrumental)

(chorus)
I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in,
I got too much love,
Running through my veins, going to waste.

I just wanna feel real love,
In a life ever after
There’s a hole in my soul,
You can see it in my face, it’s a real big place.

(instrumental)

Come and hold my hand,
I wanna contact the living,
Not sure I understand,
This role I’ve been given

Not sure I understand.
Not sure I understand.
Not sure I understand.
Not sure I understand.

dissabte, 9 de juny de 2007

Aigua



Aquest es el so d'un anunci. No ho he pogut resistir, m'encanta.

Aigua

Lloveré sobre tus plantas
Humedeceré tus labios en tus besos mas apasionados
Juro no oxidar nada que te pertenezca
Haré que cuando llores sea de alegría
Jugaré contigo
Seré la nube a la que buscas formas
Nunca entorpeceré tu camino
Te mantendré a flote
No te despertaré a media noche
Jamás me derramaré
Saciaré tu sed
No borraré tus recuerdos
Pero por favor, deja que me quede.

divendres, 8 de juny de 2007

Elvis Presley - Don't be cruel



Elvis Presley - Don't be cruel


You know I can be found,
Sitting home all alone,
If you cant come around,
At least please telephone.
Dont be cruel to a heart thats true.

Baby, if I made you mad
For something I might have said,
Please, lets forget the past,
The future looks bright ahead,
Dont be cruel to a heart thats true.
I dont want no other love,
Baby its just you Im thinking of.

Dont stop thinking of me,
Dont make me feel this way,
Come on over here and love me,
You know what I want you to say.
Dont be cruel to a heart thats true.
Why should we be apart?
I really love you baby, cross my heart.

Lets walk up to the preacher
And let us say I do,
Then youll know youll have me,
And Ill know that Ill have you,
Dont be cruel to a heart thats true.
I dont want no other love,
Baby its just you Im thinking of.

Dont be cruel to a heart thats true.
Dont be cruel to a heart thats true.
I dont want no other love,
Baby its just you Im thinking of.

dijous, 7 de juny de 2007

David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust




David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust

Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Wierd and Gilly,
The Spiders from Mars.
He played it left hand, but made it too far,
Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's Band.

Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling
He could leave 'me to hang
Came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan.

So where were the spiders while the fly tried to break our balls
Just the beer light to guide us,
So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands ?

Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were Voodoo
The kids was just crass, he was the naz
With God given ass
He took it all too far but boy could he play guitar.

Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper messiah
When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band

dimecres, 6 de juny de 2007

Luciano Pavaroti - Largo al Factotum (Rossini)

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Ja sé que la opera no sol agradar massa....Però a mi em va molt bé en època d'estudi. Tots aquells que tingueu prejudicis en vers la òpera, doneu-li una oportunitat! Hi ha coses molt bones.
Pels que no ho sapigueu, i ho volgueu saber, aquesta peça forma part de la òpera "Il barbiere di Siviglia", de Rossini.

Largo al Factotum (Rossini)

Largo al factotum della citta.
Presto a bottega che l'alba e gia.
Ah, che bel vivere, che bel piacere
per un barbiere di qualita!
Ah, bravo Figaro!
Bravo, bravissimo!Fortunatissimo per verita!
Pronto a far tutto,
la notte e il giorno
sempre d'intorno in giro sta.
Miglior cuccagna per un barbiere,
vita piu nobile, no, non si da.
Rasori e pettini
lancette e forbici,
al mio comando
tutto qui sta.
V'e la risorsa,
poi, de mestiere
colla donnetta... col cavaliere...
Tutti mi chiedono, tutti mi vogliono,
donne, ragazzi, vecchi, fanciulle:
Qua la parruca... Presto la barba...
Qua la sanguigna...
Presto il biglietto...
Qua la parruca, presto la barba,
Presto il biglietto, ehi!
Figaro! Figaro! Figaro!, ecc.
Ahime, che furia!
Ahime, che folla!
Uno alla volta, per carita!
Figaro! Son qua.
Ehi, Figaro! Son qua.
Figaro qua, Figaro la,
Figaro su, Figaro giu,

Pronto prontissimo son come il fumine:
sono il factotum della citta.
Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, bravissimo;
a te fortuna non manchera.

dimarts, 5 de juny de 2007

Royal Teens - Who Wears Short

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època d'exàmens.

Ooh man, dig that crazy chick.

Who wears short shorts
We wear short shorts
They're such short shorts
We like short shorts
Who wears short shorts
We wear short shorts.

dilluns, 4 de juny de 2007

Cindy Lauper - Girls just wanna have



Cindy Lauper - Girls just wanna have

I come home in the morning light,
My mother says "When you gonna live your life right?"
Oh,mother,dear,
We're not the fortunate ones,
And girls,
They wanna have fu-un.
Oh,girls,
Just wanna have fun.

The phone rings in the middle of the night,
My father yells "What you gonna do with your life?"
Oh,daddy,dear,
You know you're still number one,
But girls,
They wanna have fu-un,
Oh,girls,just wanna have
That's all they really want.....
Some fun....

When the working day is done,
Oh,girls,
They wanna have fu-un,
Oh,girls,
Just wanna have fun....

Girls,
They want,
Wanna have fun.
Girls,
Wanna have

Some boys take a beautiful girl,
And hide her away from the rest of the world.
I wanna be the one to walk in the sun.
Oh,girls,
They wanna have fu-un.
Oh,girls,
Just wanna have
That's all they really want.....
Some fun....

When the working day is done,
Oh,girls,
They wanna have fu-un.
Oh,girls,
Just wanna have fun...

Girls,
They want,
Wanna have fun.
Girls,
Wanna have.

They just wanna,
They just wanna.....
They just wanna,
(Oh....)
They just wanna.....
(Girls just wanna have fun...)
Oh...

Girls just wanna have fu-un...
They just wanna,
They just wanna....
They just wanna,
They just wanna....
(Oh...)
They just wanna...
(They just wanna have fun...)
Girls just wanna have fu-un...

When the workin',
When the working day is done.
Oh,when the working day is done,
Oh,girls...
Girls,
Just wanna have fu-un...

They just wanna,
They just wanna....
They just wanna,
They just wanna have fun...

Girls just wanna have fu-un..
They just wanna,
They just wanna....
They just wanna,
They just wanna....
(Have fun..)

They just wanna,
(Girls wanna have fun)
They just wanna....
Oh,girls...
(Wanna have fun....)
Girls just wanna have fu-un.

When the workin',
When the working day is done.
Oh,when the working day is done,
Oh,girls,
Girls just wanna have fu-un.

They just wanna,
They just wanna....
(Oh,girls...)
They just wanna,
(Have fun....)
Oh,girls..
Girls just wanna have fu-un

They just wanna,
They just wanna...
When the working day is done...

diumenge, 3 de juny de 2007

Quico Pi de la Serra - Si els fills de puta volessin no veuríem mai el sol



Quico Pi de la Serra - Si els fills de puta volessin no veuríem mai el sol
Si algú se sent eludit, i té ales que no voli
El refrà que cantaré es adagi de carrer, ja me'l deien al bressol

Si els fills de puta volessin no veuríem mai el sol

Potser en ajupim sovint,
no es per hàbit ni caprici
Que es per esquivar el calbot,
i esperar el moment propici tan si es vol com si no es vol

Si els fills de puta volessin no veuríem mai el sol

Al camp la fruita es podreix,
hi ha massa intermediaris
No hi ha planificació
Això diuen els diaris i així resa el camperol

Si els fills de puta volessin no veuríem mai el sol

A suïssa han ingressat,
mils de milions a cabassos
Després diuen que es l'obrer,
el culpable dels fracassos i la manca de control

Si els fills de puta volessin no veuríem mai el sol

A ciutat anem de cul,
ningú s'aclareix tot falla
Ja no podem respirar,
tothom mes o menys la balla de l'Agost fins al Juliol

Si els fills de puta volessin no veuríem mai el sol

Surten al carrer estant,
cansats de falses promeses
Sona un tret com un fuet,
i cau mort, les mans esteses,
deixa dona, fill i dol

Si els fills de puta volessin no veuríem mai el sol

Heu d'oblidar si podeu,
aquests 40 anys de gloria
A mi no em preocupa gens,
perquè tinc mala memòria i el cap dur com un pinyol

Si els fill de puta volessin no veuríem mai els sol

La unitat no te destí,
l'univers no es cap llimona
Tinc un passaport que diu:
Ha nascut a Barcelona i per tant es Espanyol

Si els fills de puta volessin no veuríem mai el sol

Jo cada cop veig mes clar,
el poble diu el que pensa
Hem aprés aquest proverbi
I amb mútua complaença cantem com un home sol

Si els fills de puta volessin no veuríem mai el sol

dissabte, 2 de juny de 2007

The Cranberries - Animal Instinct

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The Cranberries - Animal Instinct

Suddenly something has happened to me
As I was having my cup of tea
Suddenly I was feeling depressed
I was utterly and totally stressed
Do you know you made me cry
Do you know you made me die

And the thing that gets to me
Is you’ll never really see
And the thing that freaks me out
Is I’ll always be in doubt
It is a lovely thing that we have
It is a lovely thing that we
It is a lovely thing, the animal
The animal instinct

So take my hands and come with me
We will change reality
So take my hands and we will pray
They won’t take you away
They will never make me cry, no
They will never make me die
And the thing that gets to me
Is you’ll never really see
And the thing that freaks me out
Is I’ll always be in doubt

The animal, the animal,
The animal instinct in me
It’s the animal, the animal,
The animal instinct in me
It’s the animal, it’s the animal,
It’s the animal instinct in me x2

divendres, 1 de juny de 2007

Albert Pla - Somnis



Albert Pla - Somnis
Si algun dia
Tu anessis a dormir,
I volguessis tenir
Els somnis més guapíssims
Que es poguessin tenir.
Espera només
A que sigui de nit.
Obre la finestra
I mira al cel.

I tria l’estrella que
T’agradi més,
Que jo hi seré, a dins.
Cuidant de que tu tinguis
Els somnis més guapíssims
Que es poguessin tenir.

I em cuidaré que els teus somnis
Siguin tan fantàstics;
Superguapos; tan, tan màgics...
I que vagis allà on vagis,
I que et passi lo que et passi,
I que somniïs lo que somniïs,
Mai no vulguis que s’acabi.

Tu tria l’estrella que
T’agradi més,
Que jo hi seré, a dins.
Cuidant de que tu tinguis
Els somnis més guapíssims
Que es poguessin tenir.

I que somniïs amb qui estimis,
I que volis i que flotis,
I que corris i que riguis,
Jo faré que en els teus somnis
Hi surtin mils colors
Vermells i blaus i verds i grocs.
Colors brillants però relaxants,
I que tinguis mil sensacions.

Fúcsia... carbassa.
Lila... color transparent.
Rosa... color infinit.
Taronja... roig de llavis.
Violeta... micacu.
I color de gos com fuig...