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sábado, 1 de noviembre de 2014

Blackfield -Jupiter

Jupiter (from IV)

Once,

We were young,
We had no plans,
What simplicity of love.

We used to get it, to get it all, we weren’t scared to fail or fall
Now, all I can do is to stand and watch those new boys in the game,
How they’re laughing and having fun, making rules under the sun

I won’t win at pretty eyes tonight
It’s been so long since I’ve played it right
I get to jupiter in halfway back
Before she leave and notices I’m around.

You used to call me the city queen, but now God’s playing his jokes on me,
I’m all alone, far from the city; I’ve got no room, no time for dreams.

I won’t win at pretty eyes tonight
It’s been so long since I’ve played it right
I get to jupiter in halfway back
Before she leave and notices I’m around.

Once,
We were young,
We had no plans,
What simplicity of love.

We used to get it, to get it all, we had no time to fail and fall.

I won’t win at pretty eyes tonight
It’s been so long since I’ve played it right
I get to jupiter in halfway back
Before she leave and notices I’m around.

Once,
We were young,
We had no plans,
What simplicity of love.

We used to get it, to get it all, we had no time to fail and fall.

I get to jupiter in halfway back
Before she leave and notices I’m around.

sábado, 16 de agosto de 2014

Yes - Soon


Soon
Soon oh soon the light
Pass within and soothe this endless night
And wait here for you
Our reason to be here

Soon oh soon the time
All we move to gain will reach and calm
Our heart is open
Our reason to be here

Long ago, set into rhyme

Soon oh soon the light
Ours to shape for all time, ours the right
the sun will lead us
Our reaon to be here

Soon oh soon the light
Ours to shape for all time,ours the right
the sun will lead us
Our reason to be here

martes, 20 de mayo de 2014

Johnny Cash - Hurt


I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that’s real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar’s chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here

what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

sábado, 12 de marzo de 2011

Riverside (II), Anno Domini High Definition

1. Hyperactive


It’s just another day of my life
In the high res next gen wonderland
I curse the sun
Getting out of bed
I hope my sell-by date
Didn’t expire yesterday
The torture porn on the red roy disc
A sweet kiss of liquid modernity
We have no time for your mistakes
Dial
Search
Accept
"Here, you have to run as fast as you can to stay in the same place."
You’re too blurry my friend
You’re too slow
You’re too predictable
Too below
This is all I can hear in my mind
When I try to believe
I’ll stand the pace of this run
Breathe in
Breathe out
It’s just another day of my life
Dial
Search
Accept

2.Driven To Destruction

I don’t know where to begin
Feel a cleaving in my mind
I can’t get my act together
Buzz in my head is too loud
I know something’s wrong with me
It’s starting to burn out my soul
But I feel so weird in here
When you just sit, listen and nod
All my life
I’ve been trying to deny and deceive myself
Sense of Insecurity
Restlessness
The turning out
Hatred for my inner chaos
And the color of your couch
I’ve just had this trouble all my life
Of getting out what is inside
Now I run
But cannot hide
No matter how much I do for them
No matter how much I do for myself
No matter which way I look at it
Fulfillment passes me by
Distracted inner self
On the brink of chaos
Lost its way
Impatient inner self
On the brink of chaos
Lost its way
Distracted inner self
I’m tuning out
Impatient inner self
I’m spacing out
Distracted inner self
On the brink of chaos
Lost its way

3.Egoist Hedonist


I. Different?
Once in the middle of the crowd
I stopped
Suddenly I felt so good
Not being on the move
But became an obstruction
In your way
And I was surprised
How fast you could unite
Against me
When you forced me to the ground
And tied my hands
Certain I couldn’t disturb
Anymore
I saw the sadness in your eyes
Your fear
And the most secret desire:
“Escape from here”...
In pursuit of uniqueness
And individuality
We must be unlike anyone else
To survive
But in the mass of different runners
Different lies
We can’t make time to realize
How the same we are
II. Hedonist Party
So let me live without your pain
Just let me live without your pain
Because I want to feel so...
It’s not right
It’s not fair
When I am forced to live your life
It’s not right
It’s not fair
When I am forced to live your life
It’s not right
Just let me live without your pain
Just let me live without your pain
Just let me live without your pain
Just let me live without your pain
Just let me live without
III. Straw Man Dance
Congrats
This time you’re a borderline pass
Here’s your reward
Now smile
After all
You conform to us
Drag on
Forget yourself in the final dance
You already know the steps


4.Left Out


Huddled in the corner
Disillusioned
My lifeless stare is fixed
On your silhouettes
You’re disregarding me
Passing me by
Like I’m not even here
Maybe I’m not
Maybe I’m somewhere else
I used to be one of you
With the same spark in my eyes
And now I don’t belong to this place
It’s a matter of merciless time
I wholly vanish
The candle guttered out
The beauty elapsed
Could’ve been so wonderful
***
One day we could’ve met
And believed
We might live that way
Far away from the din
Envious looks
And chase for the prize
We would have remained ourselves
Without killing our feelings
Slowly
Day by day
One day we could’ve won
Without taking away
Someone else’s pride
We would have become strong
Walking through our life side by side
We could’ve missed another day
Not knowing how to talk
Where to go
We could’ve missed another night
Only... For what?
The dream went away
And you came
With your dark hair loose
Ruthless cold reality
Oh, how I hate your truth
Don’t turn your back this time
Just look at my eyes
I won’t break down
I’m going to fight

5.Hybrid Times


Hybrid Times
Come to me now
I will host you
I’m the alchemist of our times
I know exactly what you need
You’ve climbed so high
You‘ve gone so far
So you deserve something special
Come to me now
I will cure your soul
I’m the savior of our times
I know exactly what it needs
You’ve let yourself go
You’ve felt so down
So my hi-tech salvation is just for you
Obsession
Obsession
Obsession
To be the best
The most beautiful
And above everyone
Not allow oneself to be left behind
Know what is what and what is out
Aim for excellence
And perfection you can only dream about
Before my fame evaporates
I must be at the top
So I control my body
Mental state
Unable to slow down
Before the final dusk appears
I must do more than this
It’s the only way to make it through
In these hyperactive times
It’s my obsession!
Obsession...
Obsession...
Obsession...
Doggedly
At any cost
Obstinately
More and more
Can’t allow myself to stop
The ice broke
I’ll never give up
Again...
Again...
Again...
***
Hi, it has been a while since last time
I was certain I could live without
All those private talks I couldn’t stand
But now
The truth is
You’re the best friend I have...

Riverside (I), little bit of melancholy



miércoles, 9 de marzo de 2011

Porcupine Tree - Anesthetize

A la hora de determinar la fecha de nacimiento de este grupo no hay ninguna duda: 1987
A la hora de ubicar su procedencia tampoco: Hemel Hempstead, Reino Unido
Pero a la hora de catalogar su música no lo tenemos tan fácil, aunque se la declare como una banda de rock progresivo, se dice que su música tiene influencias trance y ambient, y ultimamente evoluciona hace el metal progresivo.
Anesthetize (mayo, 2010) da título a un DVD grabado en vivo en octubre de 2008 en Holanda. Su lanzamiento y distribución, únicamente por vía internet, dedicó los fondos recaudados para el tratamiento contra el cáncer sufrido por Mick Karn (quién finalmente falleció en enero de este año).
Incluye un total de 19 temas, procedentes de 'Fear of a Blank Planet', 'Nil Recurring', 'Signify', 'In Absentia' y 'Deadwing'.
Los integrantes en la actualidad de la banda son:
  • Steven Wilson : vocal, guitarras, piano, sintetizadores, banjo y otros instrumentos (1987- presente).
  •  Richard Barbieri : teclado, sintetizadores, piano y procesador de sonido (1993-presente).
  • John Wesley :guitarra, acompañamiento vocal (2002–presente). Participa en las giras
Amén de otros muchos músicos  invitados.

El tema que os propongo escuchar 'Anesthetize' incluido en el DVD/Blu-Ray Disc, tiene una duración de 17:20, de ahí que el archivo esté partido en Youtube.
Ponte cómodo y disfruta.


A good impression of myself
Not much to conceal
I'm saying nothing
But I'm saying nothing revealed

I simply am not here
No way I should appear happy
Stop whining please

Because of who we are
We react in mock surprise
The curse off, there must be more
So don't breathe here
Don't leave your bags

I simply am not here
No way I should appear happy
Stop whining please

The dust in my soul
Makes me feel awake in my legs
My head in the clouds
And I'm zoning out

I'm watching TV
But I find it hard to stay conscious
I'm totally bored
But I can't switch off

Only apathy from the pills in me
Its all in me, all in you
Electricity from the pills in me
Its all in me, all in you
Only eMpTV, cult philosophy

We're lost in the mall
Shuffling through the stores like zombies
What is the point
What can money buy

My hand's on a gun
And I find the range, God, tempt me
What did you say
Think I'm passing out

Only apathy from the pills in me
Its all in me, all in you
Electricity from the pills in me
Its all in me, all in you
Only eMpTV, cult philosophy

All the apathy from the pills in me
Its all in me, all in you
Electricity from the pills in me
Its all in me, all in you

Water so warm that day (water so warm that day)
I counted out the waves (I counted out the waves)
As they broke into

The water so warm that day
I was counting out the waves
And I followed their short life
As they broke on the shoreline
I could see you
But I couldn't hear you

You were holding your hat in the breeze
Turning away from me in this moment
You were stolen as black across the sun

Water so warm that day (water so warm that day)
I counted out the waves (I counted out the waves)
As they broke into shore (as they broke into shore)
     

martes, 11 de enero de 2011

Elisabeta, Love Remembered - Wojciech Kilar, Coppola & Stocker

 
 Al cruzar palabras estos días con Elizabetta no he podido dejar de acordarme de su tocaya literaria y protagonista de una de las historias de amor más desgarradora de todos los tiempos.
Quién se haya acercado a las páginas de Stoker conocerá de primera mano la esencia de Drácula y no dejará de conmoverse por el motivo que justifica  su razón de ser: 'el amor'. 
Un amor trágicamente perdido como consecuencia directa de una matanza indiscriminada en nombre de Dios. Una matanza que  retomará a través de los tiempos, contraviniendo las leyes de ese mismo Dios, con la única y exclusiva finalidad de reunirse en vida con su amada.
Me he acercado a esta historia como muchos de vosotros a través del séptimo arte. Un arte que, si bien hizo un gran daño al personaje, consiguió al tiempo perpetuarlo en nuestra memoria. ¡Cuántas pesadillas infantiles le deberé! Ver a aquel vampiro que únicamente la estaca en el corazón era capaz de aniquilar. Un vampiro seductor de inocentes doncellas que morían irremediablemente por sucumbir a sus siniestros encantos. Cuántas veces no habré echado de menos tener una cabeza de ajos en mi mesilla que me salvara 'en caso de que...'
Menos mal que llegó Coppola y le hizo justicia; menos mal que Oldman y Winnona consiguieron unas interpretaciones irreprochables; con unos secundarios de lujo; una ambientación y atmósfera insuperable; y un tema musical que consigue retrasmitir una melancolía infinita.
Y menos mal que está ahí la obra original, alcance de nuestra mano, para trasladarnos a un espacio  atemporal donde el amor lo justifica todo por encima de Dios y el Mundo.

jueves, 30 de diciembre de 2010

ELO - Last Train to London


It was 9-29,9-29 back street big city.
The sun was going' down,there was music all around
It felt so right.

It was one of those nights,one of those nights when
you feel the world stop turnin',you were standing
There,there was music in the air.I should have been
Away,but I knew I'd have to stay.

CHORUS

Last train to London,just headin' out,
Last train to London,just leavin' town.
But I really want tonight to last forever
I really wanna be with you.
Let the music play on down the line tonight.

It was one of those nights,one of those nights when
You feel the fire is burnin',everybody was there,
Everybody to share,it felt so right.

There you were on your own,lookin' like you were
The only one around,I had to be with you,
Nothin' else that I could do,
I should have been away,but I knew I'd have to say.

Chorus

Underneath a starry sky,time was still but hours
Must really have rushed by,I didn't realize
But love was in your eyes I really should have
Gone,but love went on and on...

Chorus

lunes, 13 de diciembre de 2010

Enrique Morente, García Lorca y Leonard Cohen


 

CIUDAD SIN SUEÑO

(NOCTURNO DE BROOKLYN BRIDGE)

No duerme nadie por el cielo. Nadie, nadie.
No duerme nadie.
Las criaturas de la luna huelen y rondan sus cabañas.
Vendrán las iguanas vivas a morder a los hombres que no sueñan
y el que huye con el corazón roto encontrará por las esquinas
al increíble cocodrilo quieto bajo la tierna protesta de los astros.
No duerme nadie por el mundo. Nadie, nadie.
No duerme nadie.
Hay un muerto en el cementerio más lejano
que se queja tres años
porque tiene un paisaje seco en la rodilla;
y el niño que enterraron esta mañana lloraba tanto
que hubo necesidad de llamar a los perros para que callase.
No es sueño la vida. ¡Alerta! ¡Alerta! ¡Alerta!
Nos caemos por las escaleras para comer la tierra húmeda
o subimos al filo de la nieve con el coro de las dalias muertas.
Pero no hay olvido, ni sueño:
carne viva. Los besos atan las bocas
en una maraña de venas recientes
y al que le duele su dolor le dolerá sin descanso
y al que teme la muerte la llevará sobre sus hombros.
Un día
los caballos vivirán en las tabernas
y las hormigas furiosas
atacarán los cielos amarillos que se refugian en los ojos de las vacas.
Otro día
veremos la resurrección de las mariposas disecadas
y aún andando por un paisaje de esponjas grises y barcos mudos
veremos brillar nuestro anillo y manar rosas de nuestra lengua.
¡Alerta! ¡Alerta! ¡Alerta!
A los que guardan todavía huellas de zarpa y aguacero,
a aquel muchacho que llora porque no sabe la invención del puente
o a aquel muerto que ya no tiene más que la cabeza y un zapato,
hay que llevarlos al muro donde iguanas y sierpes esperan,
donde espera la dentadura del oso,
donde espera la mano momificada del niño
y la piel del camello se eriza con un violento escalofrío azul.
No duerme nadie por el cielo. Nadie, nadie.
No duerme nadie.
Pero si alguien cierra los ojos,
¡azotadlo, hijos míos, azotadlo!
Haya un panorama de ojos abiertos
y amargas llagas encendidas.
No duerme nadie por el mundo. Nadie, nadie.
Ya lo he dicho.
No duerme nadie.
Pero si alguien tiene por la noche exceso de musgo en las sienes,
abrid los escotillones para que vea bajo la luna
las copas falsas, el veneno y la calavera de los teatros.

domingo, 17 de octubre de 2010

Tres puñales (Rafael de Leon) - Miguel Poveda


BALADILLA DE LOS TRES PUÑALES

He comprado tres puñales
para que me des la muerte...

El primero, indiferencia,
sonrisa que va y que viene
y que se adentra en la carne
como una rosa de nieve.

El segundo, de traición;
mi espalda ya lo presiente,
dejando sin primavera
un árbol de venas verdes.

Y el último acero frío,
por si valentía tienes
y me dejas, cara a cara,
amor, de cuerpo presente.

He comprado tres puñales
para que me des la muerte...

Meu fado meu - Mariza y Miguel Poveda


Trago um fado no meu canto
Canto a noite até ser dia
Do meu povo trago pranto
No meu canto a Mouraria
Tenho saudades de mim
Do meu amor, mais amado
Eu canto um país sem fim
O mar, a terra, o meu fado
Meu fado, meu fado, meu fado, meu fado
De mim só me falto eu
Senhora da minha vida
Do sonho, digo que é meu
E dou por mim já nascida
Trago um fado no meu canto
Na minh'alma vem guardado
Vem por dentro do meu espanto
A procura do meu fado
Meu fado, meu fado, meu fado, meu fado

lunes, 4 de octubre de 2010

Madrid, Madrid - Nilda Fernández

(Mélange des langues)

Une tache, une ombre et dans le désert
Des traces de poudre et de safran
Des taxis blancs, de claquements de portières
Un vrai mélange de sentiments

Madrid, Madrid
Le prix que je paie
C'est encore quelques heures sans sommeil
Pour mes souvenirs de toi

Puerta del Sol station du métro
Sortie vers la Plaza Mayor
Je suis à l'heure je crois bien que j'en fais trop
Une vraie doublure dans un décor

Madrid, Madrid
Tu peux me faire signe
Tu peux brouiller mes mots sur la ligne
Quand je parlerai de toi

Bonsoir y muy buenos días
(et jusqu'au dernier détail)
Miroir si has de ser mí espía
(ses yeux derrière un éventail)

Madrid, Madrid
Les choses que je pense
Ont un petit air d'accordéon rance
Quand elle n'est pas avec moi

Madrid, Madrid
Le prix que je paie
C'est encore quelques heures sans sommeil
Pour mes souvenir de toi

Toda una tarde en el Retiro
Echando piedras a un farol
Els meus amors se han derretido
Con tanta luz y tanto sol

Madrid, Madrid
Me pongo triste
Al ver lo bien que tu te vistes
Si se han a reir de ti

Bonsoir y muy buenos dias
(et jusqu'au dernier detail)
Miroir si has de ser mi espia
(ses yeux derriere un eventail)

Une tache ,une ombre et dans le désert
Des traces de poudre et de safran
Des taxis blancs, de claquements de portières
Un vrai mélange de sentiments

Madrid, Madrid
Me desesperas
De tanto mover las caderas
Sa van a reir de ti