Icaro69

I'm Waiting Here

Y áquel camino es cruce, es precipicio, es red road, es ya una polvareda entre charcos y cuevas....

...ni cenizas, ni siquiera el humo... de lo que jamás volverá a arder de tal modo. Lo más puro y noble.

En paz.

baja22512

Andrew58

baja22512

Andrew58

Evilasin

Creo que esta canción me pilló justo cuando hacia el cambio de niño a jovencito o adolescente. Justamente cuando comencé a tener sentimientos por una chica, enamorarme, mis primeras warreridas sexuales con un chica mayor que yo.... Se llamaba Nadia mmm.... Ains que recuerdos!!

Desireless - Voyage Voyage

Andrew58

Corría el año 1977. Grupo de amigos con mochila y saco dirección Peñíscola. Noche: después de cenar a la Disco,
sonaba esta canción. Laurent Voulzy- Rock Collection ¿Inolvidable? Bueno, inolvidable fue que después de salir de la disco y con unas copillas de mas nos fuimos a dormir en los sacos. +/- a la hora de estar tumbados, nos fuimos levantando con unos picores increíbles. ¡¡Nos habían comido los mosquitos!! Estábamos acampados al lado de un charco de agua. Llevábamos los ojos, las orejas y los labios que parecíamos a la Carmen de Mairena . Tuvimos que ir a la Cruz Roja

Sarah Brunne

Simon F.u.n.k

David Bowie - My Death - Live 1973

Pero lo que hay detrás de la puerta
No hay mucho que hacer...
Angel o demonio, no me importa
por delante de la puerta...
Hay que...Me encanta al final de la canción, el público grita: Yo me soy yo!

Andrew58

Andrew58

12/11/1945

Nace: Neil Young, cantante y compositor canadiense

En el año 2005, "Heart of Gold" fue nombrada como la mejor canción de Canadá por la CBC Radio One.

CORAZON DE ORO

Quiero vivir,
Quiero entregar
He sido un minero
Por un corazón de oro

Son estas expresiones
Que nunca digo
Las que me mantienen buscando
Un corazón de oro.

Y me estoy haciendo viejo.
Eso me mantiene buscando
Un corazón de oro
Y me estoy haciendo viejo.

He estado en Hollywood
He estado en Redwood
Crucé el océano
Por un corazón de oro.

He estado en mi mente,
Es una línea tan delgada
Que me mantiene buscando
Un corazón de oro

Y me estoy haciendo viejo.
Eso me mantiene buscando
Un corazón de oro
Y me estoy haciendo viejo.

Me mantienen buscando
Un corazón de oro.
Tu me mantienes buscando
Un corazón de oro.

Y me estoy haciendo viejo.
He sido un minero
Para encontrar un corazón de oro.

Andrew58

... a raíz de lo que voy a publicar, pondré dos (toma ya!!!!)



Fue un compositor, autor de canciones y de más de un centenar de obras escénicas entre óperas, operetas y zarzuelas, que destacó especialmente por estas últimas, en particular por Maruxa, Bohemios y Doña Francisquita, consideradas entre las obras cumbre del género. Persona de gran cultura, también dejó una estimable obra literaria, que comprende diversos ensayos sobre estética musical; un libro autobiográfico, Sofía (1923); y una exitosa comedia teatral, Jo no sabia que el món era així, estrenada en Barcelona en 1929 y que recibió el título de Rosalía cuando en 1930 fue estrenada en Santander su versión en español.

Junto con Lluís Millet fundó el Orfeón Catalán en 1891, para el que compuso numerosas canciones originales, como L'emigrant o La Balanguera, y transcripciones de música popular

baja22512

Simon F.u.n.k

Buffy Sainte-Marie - God is Alive, Magick is Afoot

Una de mis canciones favoritas


God is alive; Magic is afoot
God is alive; Magic is afoot
God is afoot; Magic is alive
Alive is afoot.
Magic never died.

God never sickened;
Many poor men lied
Many sick men lied
Magic never weakened
Magic never hid
Magic always ruled
God is afoot
God never died.




God was ruler
Though his funeral lengthened
Though his mourners thickened
Magic never fled
Though his shrouds were hoisted
The naked God did live
Though his words were twisted
The naked Magic thrived
Though his death was published
Round and round the world
The heart did not believe

Many hurt men wondered
Many struck men bled
Magic never faltered
Magic always led.
Many stones were rolled
But God would not lie down
Many wild men lied
Many fat men listened
Though they offered stones
Magic still was fed
Though they locked their coffers
God was always served.

Magic is afoot. God rules.
Alive is afoot. Alive is in command.
Many weak men hungered
Many strong men thrived
Though they boasted solitude
God was at their side
Nor the dreamer in his cell
Nor the captain on the hill
Magic is alive
Though his death was pardoned
Round and round the world
The heart did not believe.

Though laws were carved in marble
They could not shelter men
Though altars built in parliaments
They could not order men
Police arrested Magic
And Magic went with them,
For Magic loves the hungry.

But Magic would not tarry
It moves from arm to arm
It would not stay with them
Magic is afoot
It cannot come to harm
It rests in an empty palm

God is alive; Magic is afoot
God is alive; Magic is afoot
God is afoot; Magic is alive
Alive is afoot.
Magic never died.

God never sickened;
Many poor men lied
Many sick men lied
Magic never weakened
Magic never hid
Magic always ruled
God is afoot
God never died.

God was ruler
Though his funeral lengthened
Though his mourners thickened
Magic never fled
Though his shrouds were hoisted
The naked God did live
Though his words were twisted
The naked Magic thrived
Though his death was published
Round and round the world
The heart did not believe

Many hurt men wondered
Many struck men bled
Magic never faltered
Magic always led.
Many stones were rolled
But God would not lie down
Many wild men lied
Many fat men listened
Though they offered stones
Magic still was fed
Though they locked their coffers
God was always served.

Magic is afoot. God rules.
Alive is afoot. Alive is in command.
Many weak men hungered
Many strong men thrived
Though they boasted solitude
God was at their side
Nor the dreamer in his cell
Nor the captain on the hill
Magic is alive
Though his death was pardoned
Round and round the world
The heart did not believe.

Though laws were carved in marble
They could not shelter men
Though altars built in parliaments
They could not order men
Police arrested Magic
And Magic went with them,
For Magic loves the hungry.

But Magic would not tarry
It moves from arm to arm
It would not stay with them
Magic is afoot
It cannot come to harm
It rests in an empty palm
It spawns in an empty mind
But Magic is no instrument
Magic is the end.

Many men drove Magic
But Magic stayed behind
Many strong men lied
They only passed through Magic
And out the other side
Many weak men lied
They came to God in secret
And though they left him nourished
They would not tell who healed
Though mountains danced before them
They said that God was dead
Though his shrouds were hoisted
The naked God did live

This I mean to whisper to my mind
This I mean to laugh with in my mind
This I mean my mind to serve 'til
Service is but Magic
Moving through the world
And mind itself is Magic
Coursing through the flesh
And flesh itself is Magic
Dancing on a clock
And time itself the magic length of God

Icaro69

Foo Fighters - The Pretender

Para cuando pellizco cristales

Icaro69

Boston Garden

Y el jardín de las delicias a veces nace bajo la piedra más sencilla, más limpia y honesta.

De esa carrera... de ese trote... del paseo de los sentidos, la paz se convierte en perfume carnal.

Íntimo, noble y sereno.

Thanks

Andrew58

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQsjAbZDx-4&feature=player_detailpage

baja22512

Andrew58

La primera canción que aprendí a tocar con guitarra, tendría 15 años:

Simon F.u.n.k

Swans - God Damn The Sun

Letras de memorables, no mis pensamientos por cualquier medio