Lyrics (XIII)

No es de sus mejores canciones, pero es perfecta para el sábado noche como éste, extraída del mejor disco nacional del 2008:

Los Punsetes - Pinta de Tarao

Oye, yo he venido en coche,

puedo llevarte a casa,

no hace falta que pases toda la noche ahí sentada,

Ya sé que no me conoces,

no me conoces de nada,

ya sé que parece una propuesta descarada.

Pero mira qué derroche,

no me cuesta nada,

borra ese gesto triste y seco de tu cara.

Ya sé que las chicas por la noche están asustadas.

pero, ¿tengo yo pinta de tarao?

¿Tengo yo pinta de tarao?

¿Tengo pinta de empezar a hablar

y perder el control y mirarte mal,

taparte la boca, rasgarte la ropa,

guardar tu cadáver en el desván,

coleccionarte, saborearte,

hacerme un traje con algunas partes?

¿Tengo yo pinta de tarao?

Lyrics (XII)

Los lumbreras de la organización del Día de la Música tuvieron la terrible idea de poner a Manel y a We Are Standard fuera del Matadero, en un escenario alternativo en Lavapiés.

No pillaba lejos, pero sobre el papel se hacía complicado salir de Legazpi a media tarde y luego volver. Y en efecto si hubieramos salido la habríamos liado parda: Cuando nos fuimos, una vez terminó Russian Red a eso de las 11 de la noche de un domingo (de los que hay que currar al dia siguiente), había una cola de más de 100 metros para entrar al Matadero.
En fin, que me perdí a unos barceloneses que aún cantando en polaco han tenido cierta repercusión fuera de Catalunya. Su disco, Els Millors Professors, es de un rollo Folkie-Pop bastante ligerito, mediterráneo, del que me gustaría destacar unas letras sencillas,con historias encantadoras detrás. Por ejemplo, durante los primeros y frios meses del año, ésta canción por ejemplo, me ha llevado a la playa cada vez que la escucho:

Manel - Al Mar

Tu i jo hem sopat en bons restaurants,


tu i jo hem ballat a la llum d’un fanal,


tu i jo volavem en un Ford Fiesta groc,


tu i jo hem cantat a la vora del foc,


tu i jo hem buscat coses similars,


tu i jo hem tingut el cap ple de pardals,


tu i jo dalt de la nòria,
tu i jo i la nostra història,


però tu i jo no ens hem banyat mai al mar

al mar, al mar…

Plantem les tovalloles, convido a un gelat,


juguem a pala grega, esquivem passejants.


A l’horitzó es divisen les veles
d’uns nens

que fan optimist a la cala del costat.


Dormo una estona, a la que bufa la mar,


així estirada se’t veu espectacular


llarga i blanqueta a la sorra llegint


intrigues vaticanes de final inesperat.


Es abusiva tanta calor.


T’incorpores i et poses bé el banyador,


amb el peu calcules com està l’aigua


i tot esta llest per tal que entrem al mar.

Així doncs si un dia vens i passes per aquí,


i sí malgrat la feina trobem un matí,


no em perdonaria mai, no podria assumir


no agafar-te amb la moto i que no fessim camí,


molt lluny d’aquí, a l’altra banda del món,


hi ha un xiringuito amb quatre pins al fons,


tu i jo asseguts a la barra d’un bar,


sona bona música i som davant del mar.

Lyrics (XI)

Laura Veirs no se ha asomado en los Tops del 2008 porque no publicó nada el año pasado pero Last.FM no miente: Es el segundo artista que más he escuchado en todo el año y una de sus canciones es la que más he escuchado en los últimos 12 meses.
Laura Veirs, natural de Colorado Springs es una cantautora ya con cierto recorrido (6 Álbumes) que me llamó mucho la atención por su manera de combinar el pop y el folk. Tiene una banda sencilla con grandes canciones, y ella es toda una poeta enamorada de la naturaleza, algo que se nota mucho en sus letras.

  

Laura Veirs - Magnetized

Slain, by your zirconium smile

I was slain by your olivine eyes,

Slain, I was lying in piles, hoping shovels would cast me in.

Furnaces burn everlasting, black tattoos of you on to me.

Furnaces burn everlasting, black tattoos.

Burn, brand my memory, black tattoo of you. 

Wash me with your mouth,

 brackish bright water from your eyes

Homing pigeons fly

 to hover by your window white and shy.

Homing pigeons fly 

to hover by.

Spill my ashes to the wind.

Ghosts gather what they found (ghosts will gather what they found)

Now we can strugle in the web

We can struggle

With white spider stars come down.

And night blowing black from the ground.

Lyrics (X)

Imogen es una de los muchos artistas que obtuvieron gran exposición gracias a que sonaron en la serie O.C.
donde sonaron dos singles de su segundo disco, editado ya hace 3 años.

El primero da bastante repelús, intenta sonar tanto a Alanis Morisette que incluso canta como ella, y el segundo suena a Sarah McLachlan, Tori Amos, o cualquier artista femenina del palo. Por supuesto no le llega a la suela del zapato a ningúna de las dos.

Lo que sonó en O.C. fue sin duda lo mejor que ha escrito. ·Goodnight and Go" una ligera canción con muchos guiños electrónicos, y la que nos ocupa hoy, una tremenda e inusual balada (es prácticamente una acapella pasada por el vocoder) que me pone los pelos de punta cada vez que la escucho.

Imogen Heap - Hide & Seek

Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to form
Crop circles in the carpet
Sinking feeling

Spin me 'round again
And rub my eyes
This can't be happening
When busy streets amess with people
Would stop to hold their heads heavy

Hide and seek
Trains and sewing machines
All those years
They were here first

Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before
The takeover
The sweeping insensitivity of this
Still life

Hide and seek
Trains and sewing machines (oh, you won't catch me around here)
Blood and tears
They were here first

Mmm whatd'ya say?
Mmm that you only meant well? Well, of course you did
Mmm whatd'ya say?
Mmm that it's all for the best? Of course it is
Mmm whatd'ya say?
Mmm that it's just what we need? You decided this
Mmm whatd'ya say?
Mmm what did she say?

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
Mid-sweet talk newspaper word cut-outs (paper word cut outs)
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you (no I don't believe you)
You don't care a bit
You don't care a bit

(Hide and Seek) Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
Mid-sweet talk newspaper word cut-outs
(Hide and Seek) Speak no feeling no I don't believe you
You don't care a bit, you don't care a bit (You don't care a bit)
(Hide and Seek) No, no, you don't care a bit
No, no, you don't care a bit
(Hide and Seek) No, no, you don't care a bit
You don't care a bit
You don't care a bit

Lyrics (IX)

Para que no se diga, vuelvo con música

Pregúntense qué se hacía en la escena electrónica en ¡1997! cuando Björk acompañada de Mark Bell y Howie B moldearon un disco que 11 años después  sigue siendo admirado por su producción y sonido, y cuya influencia en la música electrónica se puede seguir hasta nuestros días.

Y el que diga lo contrario no tiene ni puta idea, así de claro. 

Hablamos de Homogenic.
Áspero y suave, duro y blando, oscuro y brillante, Homogenic es un disco conceptual en el que Björk intentaba transmitir, en clave electrónica, los fascinantes paisajes de roca, mar, lava y nieve de su tierra natal, Islandia.

Aquí dejo una de las canciones que más me llamó la atención. Formada por una ruidosa base sintética y junto a una estupenda utilización de orquestación, "5 Years" habla del miedo al compromiso, de entregarse a una relación, con una letra sencilla y directa como Björk nos tiene acostumbrados:

Björk - 5 Years

You think you're denying me of something

Well I've got plenty

You're the one who's missing out

But you won't notice

'Til after five years

If you'll live that long

You'll wake up 

All loveless

I dare you

To take me on

I dare you

To show me your palms

I'm so bored with cowards

That say they want

Then they can't handle

You can't handle love

You can't handle love

You just can't handle

I dare you

To take me on

I dare you

To show me your palms

What's so scary ?

Not a threat in sight

You just can't handle

You can't handle love

You can't handle love, baby

You can't handle love

It's obvious

You can't handle

I dare you

To take me on

I dare you

To show me your palms

I'm so bored of cowards

That say they want

Then they can't handle

You can't handle love, baby

You can't handle love,

It's obvious

You can't handle

I dare you, I dare you

I dare you, I dare you

Lyrics (VIII)

Se espera nuevo disco de Death Cab For Cutie "Narrow Stairs" para algún punto de este año. Ben Gibbard tambien está preparando el segundo álbum de su otro grupo junto a Jimmy Tamborello, el fantástico proyecto "The Postal Service".

Éste tema suena un poco más revolucionado de lo normal para los de Seattle, quizá para ponerse a la altura de las siempre geniales letras de Ben, que hacen ésta canción sencillamente épica.

Death Cab For Cutie - We Looked Like Giants



God bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime
Remembering when you were mine
In a still suburban town

When every thursday I'd brave those mountain passes
And you'd skip your early classes
And we'd learn how our bodies worked.

God damn the black night with all it's foul temptation
I become what I always hated
When I was with you then

We looked like giants in the back of my grey subcompact
Fumbling to make contact
As the others slept inside

And together there
In a shroud of frost, the mountain air
Began to pass from every pane of weathered glass
And I held you closer than anyone would ever get

Do you remember the JAMC?
And reading aloud from magazines
I don't know about you but I swear on my name they could smell it on me
I've never been too good with secrets.
No...

And together there
In a shroud of frost and mountain air
Began to pass through every pane of weathered glass
And I held you closer...

Lyrics (VII)

Ha muerto la madre de Kanye West. Por lo visto complicaciones en una operación quirúrjica no se pudieron resolver con éxito.
Donda West, que crió sola a Kanye después de que su padre les abandonara cuando él tenía 3 años, fue la encargada del departamento de Inglés en la Universidad de Chicago, hasta que asumió el papel de manager de la carrera de su hijo. Creo que es buen momento para presentar una de mis canciones favoritas de Kanye. Estaba dedicada a su abuela, que por distintas circunstancias también se encontraba hospitalizada.

Kanye West - Roses

[verse]
i know its past visitin hours
but can i please give her these flowers?
the docter dont wanna take procedures
he claim my heart cant take the anestisia
it'll send her body into a seizure
the little thing by the hospital bed, it'll stop beepin
hey chick, im at a loss for words
what do you say at this time?
remember when i was nine?
tell her everything gon be fine
but i'd be lyin, the family cryin
they want her to live, and she tryin
im arguin like: what kind of docter can we fly in?
you know the best medicine go to people thats payed
if Magic Johnson got a cure for AIDS
and all the broke motha f****s passed away
you tellin me if my grandma's in the NBA, right now she would be ok?
but since she was just a secretary workin' for the church for thirty-five years
things supposed to stop right here?
my grandfather try to pull it together-he strong
thats where i get my confidence from
i asked the nurse: did you do the research?
she asked me: can you sign some t-shirts?
b****h is you smokin reefer?
you dont see that we hurt?
but still

[CHORUS]
i.............smile
when roses come to see me
and i.......
(cant wait for a sunny day)
seein' it through your eyes
(cant wait for the clouds to break)

[verse 2]
They outside the emergency room room
you can feel my heart beat beat beat
if she gon' pull through we gon' find out soon
but right now she sleep sleep sleep
my momma say, they say, she can pass away any day
hey chick what these doctors know anyway?
let me see the x-rays
i ain't no expert
im just hurt
cousin Kim took off of work
plus my aunt shirley,aunt beverly, aunt claie, and aunt jean
got so many aunties we could have an auntie team
feel like Amarie, its this one thing
when they said that she made it, you see their eyes gleem
i think we at an all time high, to get there we run, we fly, we drive
cause with my family we know where home is
so instead of sendin' flowers, we the roses

[CHORUSx2]

(i......smile.....when roses come to see me. and i...sad when roses go away.... ohhh roses bring the sunshine)

(ohh....cant wait for a sunny day, ohhh mamma cant wait for the clouds to break)

(tellin you the truth now, cuz momma cant wait, uh uh, i wont wait givin you the truth now, said I can't wait, I won't wait)

Lyrics (VI)

7 de Octubre, tiempo loco típico del otoño, pero hoy tenemos un bonito y soleado día que nos recuerda un poquito al verano. De tiempos pasados, tiempos adolescentes parece que hablan los Monkeys en este tema:

The Arctic Monkeys - Florescent Adolescent

You used to get it in your fishnets
Now you only get it in your night dress
Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness
Landed in a very common crisis
Everything's in order in a black hole
Nothing seems as pretty as the past though
That Bloody Mary's lacking her Tabasco
Remember when you used to be a rascal?

Oh the boy's a slag
The best you ever had
The best you ever had
Is just a memory and those dreams
Weren't as daft as they seem
Not as daft as they seem
My love when you dream them up...

Flicking through a little book of sex tips
Remember when the boys were all electric?
Now when she's told she's gonna get it
I'm guessing that she'd rather just forget it
Clinging to not getting sentimental
Said she wasn't going but she went still
Likes her gentlemen not to be gentle
Was it a mecca dobber or a betting pencil?

Oh the boy's a slag
The best you ever had
The best you ever had
Is just a memory and those dreams
Weren't as daft as they seem
Not as daft as they seem
My love when you dream them up
Oh, so where did you go?
Where did you go?
Where did you go? Woah.

Falling about
You took a left off Last Laugh Lane
You're just sounding it out
You're not coming back again.

Falling about
You took a left off Last Laugh Lane
You're just sounding it out
You're not coming back again.

You used to get it in your fishnets
Now you only get it in your night dress
Discarded all the naughty nights with niceness
Landed in a very common crisis
Everything's in order in a black hole
Is anything as pretty as the past though?
That Bloody Mary's lacking in tabasco
Remember when you used to be a rascal?

Lyrics (V)

Como la vida misma... ¿Quién no ha conocido a una Toxic Girl?

Kings Of Convenience - Toxic Girl

In the sky the birds are pulling rain
In your life the curse has got a name
Makes you lie awake all through the night
That's why

She's intoxicated by herself
Everyday she's seen with someone else
And every night she kisses someone new
Never you

You're waiting in the shadows for a chance
Because you believe at heart that if you can
Show to her what love is all about
She'll change

She'll talk to you with no one else around
But only if you're able to entertain her
The moment conversation stops she's gone
Again

Lyrics (IV)

La entrada anterior se me ha quedado corta... así que para despedirme apropiadamente y darles la bienvenida a la primavera, aquí va un pequeño y delicioso postre.

Young Folks de los suecos Peter Bjorn & John, es otro de los Super Singles del 06 que me había dejado en el tintero. llevo literalmente meses silbando esta canción:

Peter, Björn & John - Young Folks

If i told you things i did before
told you how i used to be
would you go along with someone like me
if you knew my story word for word
had all of my history
would you go along with someone like me

i did before and had my share
it didn't lead nowhere
i would go along with someone like you
it doesn't matter what you do
who you were hanging with
we could stick around and see this night through

(Chorus)

and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about our own faults
talkin' 'bout our own style
all we care about is talking
talking only me and you

usually when things has gone this far
people tend to disappear
no one would surprise me unless you do

i can tell there's something goin' on
hours seem to disappear
everyone is leaving i'm still with you

it doesn't matter what we do
where we are going to
we can stick around and see this night through

(Chorus X2)

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PD: Ahora resulta que la entrada anterior de la que hablo al principio ha desaparecido... bueno mañana la reharé :/

14-2

Small, simple, safe price.
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals.
And I am not afraid to die;
I am not afraid to bleed and fuck and fight,
I want the pain of payment.
What's left, but a section of pigmy sized cuts.
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.
To fill and spill over and under my thoughts.
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter.
I'm cutting trying to picture your black, broken heart.
Love is not like anything.
Especially a fucking knife!

Feliz Día de San Valentin

Lyrics (III)

Han pasado más de 10 años desde Life! ese album tan flower power con el que Cardigans se presentaron.
Luego vino First Band on The Moon, el single Lovefool y su explosión comercial. Le siguió también con éxito GranTurismo: intentando romper con su sonido daba la impresión de que se esforzaron demasiado.
El pelo moreno de Nina no fue la unica sorpresa de Long Gone Before Daylight: un disco pausado, cálido, romántico y lleno de grandes canciones. Si bien parece que vuelve a ser un cambio de sonido brusco y deliberado (El largo proceso de producción hizo crecer rumores de separación), es uno de sus mejores discos.
Da gusto escuchar todos sus trabajos hasta llegar a Super Extra Gravity (2005) y ver lo bien que ha madurado este grupo al que, como le pasa a muchos otros, ya no tiene cabida en las radiofórmulas.
El mejor single del 2005? yo votaría por él.

The Cardigans - I Need Some Fine Wine

Sit, good dog, stay, bad dog, down, roll over
Well here's a good man and a pretty young girl
Trying to play together somehow,
I'm wasting my life, you're changing the world,
I get drunk and watch your head grow

It's the good times that we share
and the bad times that we'll have
It's the good times
and the bad times that we had

Well it's been a long slow collision,
I'm a pitbull, you're a dog,
Baby you're foul in clear conditions
But you're handsome in the fog

So I need some fine wine
And you, you need to be nicer
For the good times and the bad times
That we'll have

Sometimes we talk over dinner like old friends
Till I go and kill the bottle,
I go off over any old thing,
Break your heart
and raise a glass or ten

To the good times that we shared
And the bad times that we'll have
To the good times
and the bad time that we've had

Well it's been a long slow collision,
I'm a pitbull, you're a dog,
Baby you're foul in clear conditions
But you're handsome in the fog

So I need some fine wine
And you, you need to be nicer
For the good times
and the bad times we know will come
Yeah
I need some fine wine
and you, you need to be nicer
you need to be nicer
you need

For the good times
and the bad time that we had
Sit

Good times, bad times
Sweet wine, bad wine
Good cop, bad cop,
Lapdog, bad dog
Sit.
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Lyrics (II)

En efecto, es una versión del Beautiful de James Blunt, realizada por el maestro de las parodias Weird Al Yanic. Tremendo.

"Weird Al" Yanic - You're Pitiful

My life is brilliant
What, was I too early?
Oh, sorry... Should I - do you wanna start over, or...
Keep going? Okay... now? Now?

My life is brilliant
Your life's a joke
You're just pathetic
You're always broke
Your homemade Star Trek uniform
Really ain't impressin' me
You're sufferin' from delusions of
Adequacy

You're pitiful
You're pitiful
You're pitiful, it's true
Never had a date
That you couldn't inflate
And you smell repulsive too
What a bummer bein' you

Well, you just can't dance
And forget romance
Everybody you know still calls you...
Farty-Pants
But you'll always have a job - well, I mean...
As long as you still can work that Slurpee machine

You're pitiful
You're pitiful
You're pitiful, it's true
You're half-undressed
Eatin' chips off your chest
While youre playin' Halo 2
No one's classier than you

La la la la, la la la la
La la la la loser

You're pitiful
You're pitiful
You're pitiful, it's true
Your dog would much rather play fetch by itself
You still live with your mom and you're 42
Guess you'll never grow a clue
Well, it just sucks to be you


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