viernes, 17 de julio de 2009

Trying out Grooveshark

If I like it I may stick to it, for the moment it has a nice feeling ^^

martes, 14 de julio de 2009

The Body of an American




The Body of an American [The Pogues]

The cadillac stood by the house
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
We turned and shook as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the home where his father's laid

Fifteen minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard there was piskey

Fare thee well going away
There's nothing left to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA

He fought the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanella
And it only went one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
And he never threw a fight
Unless the fight was right
So they sent him to the war

Fare thee well gone away
There's nothing left to say
With a slainte Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
Spanish winde from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA

This morning on the harbour
When I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd come back to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd always love
I always did and I always will

Fare thee well gone away
There's nothing left to say
'cept to say adieu
To your eyes as blue
As the water in the bay
And to big Jim Dwyer
The man of wire
Who was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA

miércoles, 8 de julio de 2009

Sixteen Military Wives




Sixteen Military Wives [The Decemberists]

Sixteen military wives
Thirty-two softly focused brightly colored eyes
Staring at the natural tan
of thirty-two gently clenching wrinkled little hands
Seventeen company men
Out of which only twelve will make it back again
Sergeant sends a letter to five
Military wives, whose tears drip down through ten little eyes

Cheer them on to their rivals
Cause America can, and America can't say no
And America does, if America says it's so
It's so!

And the anchorperson on TV goes...
La de da de da

Fifteen celebrity minds
Leading their fifteen sordid wretched checkered lives
Will they find the solution in time
Using their fifteen pristine moderate liberal minds?

Eighteen academy chairs
Out of which only seven really even care
Doling out the garland to five
Celebrity minds, they're humbly taken by surprise

Cheer them on to their rivals
Cause America can, and America can't say no
And America does, if America says it's so
It's so!

And the anchorperson on TV goes...
La de da de da de-dadedade-da
La de da de da de-dadedade-da

Fourteen cannibal kings
Wondering blithely what the dinner bell will bring
Fifteen celebrity minds
Served on a leafy bed OF sixteen military wives

Cheer them on to their rivals
Cause America can, and America can't say no
And America does, if America says it's so
It's so!

And the anchorperson on TV goes...
La de da de da de-dadedade-da
La de da de da de-dadedade-da
La de da de da de-dadedade-da-dedadeda-de de dadede-daaaaa

You Better You Bet




You Better You Bet [The Who]

You Better You Bet oh

You better you better you bet. oh
You better you better you bet. oh w
You better you better you bet.
You better you better you bet.

I call you on the telephone
My voice too rough with cigarettes.
I sometimes feel I should just go home
but I'm dealing with a memory that never forgets

I love to hear you say my name
especially when you say yes
I got your body right now on my mind
but I drunk myself blind to the sound of old T-Rex, Mmmmm
To the sound of old T-Rex
oh, and Who's Next

When I say I love you you say you better
You better you better you bet
When I say I need you you say you better
You better you better you bet
You better bet your life
Or love will cut you, cut you like a knife

I want those feeble minded axes overthrown
I'm not into your passport picture, I just like your nose
You welcome me with open arms and open legs
I know only fools have needs, but this one never begs

I don't really mind how much you love me
Ooh, a little is alright
When you say
come over and spend the night
Tonight
Tonight

When I say I love you, you say you better
You better you better you bet
When I say I need you, you say you better
You better you better you bet
You better bet your life
Or love will cut you,cut you like a knife

I lay on the bed with you
We could make some book of records
Your dog keeps licking my nose
And chewing up all those letters
Saying "you better"

You better bet your life

You better love me, all the time now
You better shove me back into line now
You better love me, all the time now
You better shove me back into line now.

(Guitar Solo)

I showed up late one night
with a neon light for a visa
But knowing I'm so eager to fight
can't make letting me in any easier

I know I been wearing crazy clothes
and I look pretty crappy sometimes
But my body feels so good
and I still sing a razor line every time.

And when it comes to all night living
I know what I'm giving
I've got it all down to a tee
And it's free.

When I say I love you, you say you better
You better you better you bet
When I say I need you, you say you better
You better you better you bet
When I say I love you, you say you better
You better you better you bet
When I say I need you, you scream you better,Ooooo!
You better you better you bet
When I say I love you, you say you better
You better you better you bet
When I say I need you, you say you better
You better you better you bet
When I say I love you, you say you better
You better you better you bet
When I say I need you, you scream you better
You better you better you bet

You better bet your life
Or love will cut you, just like a knife

You better bet your life
Or love will cut you, just like a knife

lunes, 6 de julio de 2009

Madness




Madness [Madness]

Madness, madness, they call it madness
Madness, madness, they call it madness
It's plain to see
That is what they mean to me
Madness, madness, they call it gladness, ha-ha

Madness, madness, they call it madness
Madness, madness, they call it madness
I'm about to explain
That someone is losing their brain
Madness, madness, I call it gladness, yee-ha-ha-ha

Propaganda ministers
Propaganda ministers
I've a-got a heavy due
I'm gonna walk all over you
Cos

Madness, madness, they call it madness
Well if this is madness
Then I know I'm filled with gladness
It's gonna be rougher
It's gonna be tougher
And I won't be the one who's gonna suffer
Oh no, I won't be the one who's gonna suffer
You are gonna be the one, you

miércoles, 1 de julio de 2009

Light of a Fading Star




Light of a Fading Star [Flogging Molly]

And the light of a fading star
Is what you were, is what you are
Like the glow that christens the moon
You shone too soon, you shone too soon

Oh when will this war be over?
And the madness leaves the air
This brick that's found between us
And the pulling of the hair

But if there's a reason
I don't need to know right now

And the light of a fading star
Is what you were, is what you are
Like the glow that christens the moon
You shone too soon, you shone too soon

Volunteers are soon forgotten
And many more of us shall die
The sick still feed the hungry
And the last battle song has cried

But if there's a reason
I don't need to know right now

And the light of a fading star
Is what you were, is what you are
Like the glow that christens the moon
You shone too soon, you shone too soon

Oh and I always thought
That you, you wanted me
Oh and I always thought some how
That you, you wanted me

Ahhh, but if there's a reason
I don't need to know right now
'Cause beyond the pale eyes' evening
And the shadow of the cloud

And the light of a fading star
Is what you were, is what you are
Like the glow that christens the moon
You shone too soon, you shone too soon

And the light of a fading star
Is what you were, is what you are
Like the glow that christens the moon
You shone too soon, you shone too soon

And the light of a fading star
Is what you were, is what you are

lunes, 29 de junio de 2009

I am Cow




I am Cow [Arrogant Worms]

I am cow,
Hear me moo
I weigh twice as much as you
And i look good on the barbecue
Yogurt, curd, cream cheese and butters
Made from liquid from my udders
I am cow, i am cow,
Hear me moo (moo)

I am cow,
Eating grass
Methane gas comes out my ass
And out my muzzle when i belch
Oh, the ozone layer is thinner
From the outcome of my dinner
I am cow, i am cow,
I've got gas

I am cow,
Here i stand
Far and wide upon this land
And i am living everywhere
From b.c. to newfoundland
You can squeeze my teats by hand
I am cow, i am cow, i am cow i am cow, i am cow, i am cow!

viernes, 26 de junio de 2009

The Green Fields of France




The Green Fields of France [Dropkick Murphys]
watch it on youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZrQnnZJ68Xo

Well, how do you do, Private William McBride,
Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside?
And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun,
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done.
And I see by your gravestone you were only 19
When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916,
Well, I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
Or, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?

Did they Beat the drum slowly, did the play the pipes lowly?
Did the rifles fir o'er you as they lowered you down?
Did the bugles sound The Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?

And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined?
And, though you died back in 1916,
To that loyal heart are you forever 19?
Or are you a stranger without even a name,
Forever enshrined behind some glass pane,
In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained,
And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame?

The sun's shining down on these green fields of France;
The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance.
The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard that's still No Man's Land
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man.
And a whole generation who were butchered and damned.

And I can't help but wonder, no Willie McBride,
Do all those who lie here know why they died?
Did you really believe them when they told you "The Cause?"
Did you really believe that this war would end wars?
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain,
For Willie McBride, it all happened again,
And again, and again, and again, and again.

New Orleans




New Orleans [Rancid]

Well i went south
With a case of survival
To amend my heart that's paper thin
You see i felt her words
And her images filed
I'm gonna carry my heart to new orleans
I have no home to go
So i wander awhile
From coast to coast
From sin to sin
From the coldest shores
To the warmest islands
Been around the world
Back to new orleans


Well she's got pride
Like a million lions
She's got a scar
On her velvet face
She's got a smile
Like a newborn child
She's got a walk,
A stoic grace

I never slept that night
Until my arrival
I romanticized a long embrace
You see i lost my tongue
And burned my bible
But made it back home to new orleans

Well she's got pride
Like a million lions
She's got a scar
On her velvet face
She's got a smile
Like a newborn child
She's got a walk
A stoic grace

Well i held my breath
And i swam for miles
When all was lost
And hell took place
You see it rained all night
And the city she flooded
It rained all night in new orleans

Yeah it rained all night in new orleans
Yeah it rained all night in new orleans
Yeah it rained all night in new orleans

martes, 2 de junio de 2009

Bass Culture




Bass Culture [Linton Kwesi Johnson]
(I know they are not complete)

muzik of blood
black reared
pain rooted
heart geared;

all tensed up
in the bubble and the bounce
an the leap an the weight-drop.

it is the beat of the heart,
this pulsing of blood
that is a bublin bass,
a bad bad beat
pushin gainst the wall
whey bar black blood

an is a whole heappa
passion a gather
like a frightful form
like a righteous harm
giving off wild like is madness

Aerials




Aerials [System of a Down]

Life is a waterfall,
we're one in the river,
and one again after the fall.

Swimming through the void
we hear the word,
we lose ourselves,
but we find it all...

Cause we are the ones that want to play,
always want to go,
but you never want to stay.

And we are the ones that want to choose,
always want to play,
but you never want to lose.

Aerials, in the sky,
when you lose small mind,
you free your life.

Life is a waterfall,
we drink from the river,
then we turn around and put up our walls.

Swimming through the void,
we hear the word,
we lose ourselves,
but we find it all...

Cause we are the ones that want to play,
always want to go,
but you never want to stay.

And we are the ones that want to choose,
always want to play,
but you never want to lose, ooooo.

Aerials, in the sky,
when you lose small mind,
you free your life.

Aerials, so up high,
when you free your eyes,
eternal prize.

Aerials, in the sky,
when you lose small mind,
you free your life.

Aerials,so up high,
when you free your eyes,
eternal prize

oooooooooo , ooooooooooo
oooooooooo,
oooooooooooooooo.

jueves, 28 de mayo de 2009

Himno

Ayer un equipo español llegó donde ningún otro equipo español ha llegado nunca, al restringido cielo futbolístico de los ganadores del triplete.




Tot el camp, es un clam,
Som la gent blaugrana,
tan se val d'on venim,
si del sud o del nord,
ara estem d'acord, estem d'acord;
una bandera ens agermana,
Blaugrana al vent,
un crit valent,
tenim un nom, el sap tothom,
BARCA!! BARCA!! BAAAARCA!!!!

Jugadors,
seguidors,
Tots units fem forca,
son molts anys plens d'afanys,
son molts gols que hem cridat,
i s'ha demostrat, s'ha demostrat,
que mai ningu ens podra torcer,
Blaugrana al vent,
un crit valent,
tenim un nom, el sap tothom,
BARCA!! BARCA!! BAAAARCA!!!!

martes, 26 de mayo de 2009

Los Rockeros Van al Infierno




Los Rockeros Van al Infierno [Barón Rojo]

Se oye comentar a las gentes del lugar
Los rockeros no son buenos
Si no te portas bien
Te echaras pronto a perder
Y caeras en el infierno

Si has de vivir en el valle del rock
Te alcanzara la maldición
Nunca tandras reputación
¿Qué mas da?
Mi rollo es el Rock

Vas sin afeitar, dice el "sheriff" del lugar
Y ademas con "tias" buenas
Dicen que fumar es pecado y es mortal
Y al infierno me condenan

Si he de escoger entre ellos y el rock
Elegiré mi perdición
Sé que al final tendré razón
¡Y ellos no!
Mi rollo es el Rock

Que risa me da esa falsa humanidad
De los que se dicen buenos
No perdonaran mi pecado original
De ser joven y rockero

Si he de escoger entre ellos y el Rock
Elegiré mi perdición
Sé que al final tendré razón
¡Y ellos no!
Mi rollo es el Rock.

Hallelujah




Hallelujah [Jeff Buckley]

i heard there was a secret chord
that david played and it pleased the lord
but you don't really care for music, do you
well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
the minor fall and the major lift
the baffled king composing hallelujah

hallelujah...

well your faith was strong but you needed proof
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah

hallelujah...

baby i've been here before
i've seen this room and i've walked this floor
i used to live alone before i knew you
i've seen your flag on the marble arch
but love is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

hallelujah...

well there was a time when you let me know
what's really going on below
but now you never show that to me do you
but remember when i moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah

well, maybe there's a god above
but all i've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
it's not a cry that you hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

hallelujah...

All Star




All Star [Smash Mouth]

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an "L" on her forehead

Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Back to the rule and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb

So much to do so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow

[Chorus:]
Hey now you're an All Star get your game on, go play
Hey now you're a Rock Star get the show on get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold

It's a cool place and they say it gets colder
You're bundled up now but wait 'til you get older
But the meteor men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture

The ice we skate is getting pretty thin
The waters getting warm so you might as well swim
My world's on fire how about yours
That's the way I like it and I never get bored

[Repeat Chorus 2x]

Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas
I need to get myself away from this place
I said yep what a concept
I could use a little fuel myself
And we could all use a little change
Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Back to the rule and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow

[Repeat Chorus]

Down Beat Stomp



Down Beat Stomp [Tokio Ska Paradise Orchestra]

Are you gettin’ ready?
We will bop’till you drop
When you’re gettin’ lonely
Get up to down beat stomp

Judge not and jump not
We’re playin’ needle game
Are you gettin’ ready?
Shout it out and beat it out

Fabulous illusion will rape over you
Work’till you break down and turn out, burn out your dream

Yeah yeah yeah
She’s the nicest goalie
Playmaker!
He’s the FANTASISTA!
Gamemaker!
Down beat stomp

Sesame Street




Sesame Street [Tokio Ska Paradise Orchestra]

A little pearl to cheer you up and remind the good old times

viernes, 15 de mayo de 2009

Yo Te Nombro Libertad




Yo Te Nombro Libertad [Reincidentes]

Por el pájaro enjaulado
Por el pez en la pecera
Por mi amigo que esta preso
Porque ha dicho lo que piensa
Por las flores arrancadas
Por la hierba pisoteada
Por los árboles podados
Por los cuerpos torturados
Yo te nombro: libertad

Por los dientes apretados
Por la rabia contenida
Por el nudo en la garganta
Por las bocas que no cantan
Por el beso clandestino
Por el verso censurado,
Por los miles exiliados
Por los nombres prohibidos
Yo te nombro: libertad

Te nombro en nombre de todos
Por tu nombre verdadero
Te nombro cuando oscurece
Cuando nadie me ve
Escribo tu nombre
en las paredes
de mi ciudad
tu nombre verdadero
tu nombre y otros nombres
que no nombro por temor

Por la idea perseguida
Por los golpes recibidos
Por aquel que no resiste
Por aquellos que se esconden
Por el miedo que te tienen
Por tus pasos que vigilan
Por la forma en que te atacan
Por los hijos que te matan

Por las tierras invadidas
Por los pueblos conquistados
Por la gente sometida
Por los hombres explotados
Por los muertos en la hoguera
Por el justo ajusticiado
Por el héroe asesinado
Por los pueblos apagados

Yo te nombro: libertad.

Te nombro en nombre de todos
Por tu nombre verdadero
Te nombro cuando oscurece
Cuando nadie me ve
Escribo tu nombre
en las paredes
de mi ciudad
tu nombre verdadero
tu nombre y otros nombres
que no nombro por temor
Yo te nombro: libertad.

miércoles, 13 de mayo de 2009

Slam




Slam [Pendulum]

Somewhere out there in the vast nothingness of space...
Somewhere far away in space and time..
Staring upwards at the gleaming stars in the obsidian sky

We're marooned on a small island,
In an endless sea,
Confined to a tiny spit of sand,
Unable to escape

But tonight, on this small planet
On earth, we're going to rock civilisation (repeat)

Is this bass really strong enough ?

We're marooned on a small island,
In an endless sea,
Confined to a tiny spit of sand,
Unable to escape

But tonight.... its heavy stuff!

lunes, 4 de mayo de 2009

Dance With Somebody




Dance With Somebody [Mando Diao]

Break your happy home
Learn to sing along
To the music, to the music
Clap your hands and shake
On a summer's day
To the music, to the music

[Chorus 2x]
I'm falling in love with your favourite song
I'm gonna sing it all night long
I'm gonna dance with somebody
Dance with somebody
Dance, dance, dance

I'm gonna dance with somebody

When you're all alone
We become your home
We're the music, we're the music
When your love's away
And you feel betrayed
We're the music, sweet music

[Chorus 2x]
I'm falling in love with your favourite song
I'm gonna sing it all night long
I'm gonna dance with somebody
Dance with somebody
Dance, dance, dance

[30x]
Dance...

[Instrumental & Humming Part]

[Chorus 4x]
I'm falling in love with your favourite song
I'm gonna sing it all night long
I'm gonna dance with somebody
Dance with somebody
Dance, dance, dance