the freshman

hay canciones que no hay que explicar su significado, simplemente hay que sentirlas.

the freshman,verve pipe. una de mis canciones favoritas

When I was young I knew everything
She a punk who rarely ever took advice
Now I'm guilt stricken,Sobbing with my head on the floor
Stop a baby's breath and a shoe full of rice
I can't be held responsible
She was touching her face
I won't be held responsibleShe fell in love in the first place
For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and
We'd never compromiseF
For the life of me I cannot believe
We'd ever die for these sinsWe were merely freshmen
My best friend took a week'sVacation to forget her
His girl took a weeks's worth of
Valium and slept
And now he's guilt stricken sobbing with his
Head on the floor
Thinks about her now and how he never really
Wept he saysI can't be held responsible
She was touching her faceI won't be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place
For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and
We'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe
We'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen
hey yeah hey yeahhey yeah
We've tried to wash our hands of all this
We never talk of our lacking relationships
And how we're guilt stricken sobbing with our
Heads on the floor
We fell through the ice when we tried not to
Slip, we'd say
I can't be held responsible
She was touching her face
And I won't be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place
For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and
We'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe
We'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen
For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and
We'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe
We'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen
We were merely freshmen

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVNAp1C8LIw

go on my child

no todo el mundo tiene una gran autoestima, muchas veces necesitamos apoyarnos en los demas para seguir adelante. todos tenemos malos dias, malas semanas, malos años. .. en resumen, malas rachas. y en esos momentos, debemos de creer que hay alguien, quien sea no importa quien, que esta ahi. que nos apoya y nos dice que todo va a ir bien. esa persona puede ser un amigo, un familiar, una persona que acabas de conocer o mismo un musico que le escribio una cancion a otra persona, pero que cuando lo escuchas te parece que te habla a ti.

y cuando todo va mal, puedes escucharla y por unos minutos el mundo no es el lugar tan horrible que creias que era. y creo que eso es lo que michelle featherstone pretende con la cancion que hoy he elegido, go on my child.

Don't hang your head low 'cause I can't see your face

in your reflection I see your beauty embrace

and when the light shines bright to show you your waydo not be weary don't turn your head away

so let the critics look upon you with a thousand eyesand

let their tongues do their judging and criticizeand you just sit here before us and reveal your life

go on,

go on my childgo on,

go on my child

your soul is aching and it's dying to be heardthis might be painful but consider the worth

and when you feel like there's nobody on your side

they will embrace you with a radiant smile

so let the critics look upon you with a thousand eyes

and let their tongues do their judging and criticize

and you just sit here before us and reveal your life

go on, go on my childgo on, go on my child

so you wanna give up and you can't find strength

but I believe that you will make it in the end

so you wanna step back and you want to retreat

but I believe that there ain't nothing you can't be

nothing you can't bedon't feel so naked I am the blanket of hope

your words are life rafts and they keep us afloat

and when this long painful journey comes to an endthey will be touched by the message

the message you've sent

so let the critics look upon you with a thousand eyesand let their tongues do their judging and criticize

and you just sit here before us and reveal your life

go on, go on my childgo on, go on my childgo on, go on my childgo on, go on my childgo on, go on my child

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fiIgvnAOpMw

smokers outside the hospital doors

fumadores fuera de las puertas de un hospital, siempre los hay, siempre y es una imagen realmente triste.

porque estan? nunca os lo habeis preguntado? porque yo si, y se que mucho estan bien y felices, porque la gente a la que quieren por fin esta salvo. pero muchos otros, estan por lo contrario, porque la gente a la quieren corre peligro y sus vidas no dependen de ellos, asi que solo les queda esperar; y mientras lo hacen: fuman.

las puertas de los hospitales estan llenas de fumadores, que esperan y rezan porque todo salga bien; y no creo que esto vaya a cambiar nunca.

y la cancion que me lleva a pensar esto, es como no: smokers outside the hospital doors, de
Editors, espero que os guste.

Smokers Outside The Hospital Doors
Pull the blindfold down
So your eyes can't see
Now run as fast as you can
Through this field of trees

Say goodbye to everyone you have ever known
You are not gonna see them ever again
I can't shake this feeling I've got
My dirty hands
Have I been in the wars?
The saddest thing that I'd ever seen
Were smokers outside the hospital doors

Someone turn me around
Can I start this again?

How can we wear our smiles
With our mouths wired shut
'Cause you stopped us from singing

I can't shake this feeling I've got
My dirty hands
Have I been in the wars?
The saddest thing that I'd ever seen
Were smokers outside the hospital doors

Someone turn me around
Can I start this again?
Now someone turn us around
Can we start this again?

We've all been changed from what we were
Our broken hearts left smashed on the floor
I can't believe you if I can't hear you
I can't believe you if I can't hear you

We've all been changed from what we were
Our broken hearts smashed on the floor
We've all been changed from what we were
Our broken hearts smashed on the floor

Someone turn me around
Can I start this again?
Now someone turn us around
Can we start this again?



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPiwJKokV0I

ohio

ohio es una cancion de protesta escrita por neil young.
en ella nos narra la historia del asesinato de cuantro estudiantes en una manifestacion pacifica en una universidad a manos de la Guardia Nacional de USA

y sin mas, paso a poner la letra de esta maginifica cancion.

"Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,
We’re finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming,
Four dead in Ohio.
Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her
And found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?
Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her
And found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?
Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,
We’re finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming,
Four dead in Ohio."

pd: el link de la cancion esta arriba, porque no se que le pasa que no me deja copiar bien.

volveriais?

si pudieras volver atras en el tiempo,lo harias?

Bethany Joy Lenz - 1972

"Moving on from 1972 ain't an easy task," he said
Says he's been sober since she left him for dead
And the old man takes a swig of his non-alcoholic beer
And the tired man proudly takes a drag, it's been nearly 28 years.
And it still blows me away
How easily time is wasted And it still blows me away
How easily were kept wounded Anger is so real...
"Didn't mean to say the thing I told you," I said "
Your interpretation was in your head.
I guess you could chock it up to a life experience
Go ahead and live your life while it's full of bitterness"
And it still blows me away
How easily time is wasted
And it still blows me away
How easily were kept wounded Anger is so real...
And it still blows me away
How easily time is wasted And it still blows me away
How easily were kept wounded Anger is so real...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aF5MUE0grg4

la leyenda de robert johnson

robert johnson era un musico de blues de los años 30, segun muchos el inventor del blues. es innegable su influencia en musicos como eric claton, led zeppelin, neil young, entre otros muchos. sin ir mas lejos eric clapton le dedico todo un disco,me and mr.johnson,en el que versiona muchas de sus canciones y led zeppelin su cancion the lemon song. tambien en el cine y en la television se le han rendido tributos. por ejemplo la serie sobrenatural tiene un capitulo dedicado a el.

bien, pues sobre el corre una leyenda que dice que vendio su alma al diablo, en un cruce de caminos al sonar las campanadas de media noche, para consegir el don de la musica.

murio con 27 años, en extrañas circunstancias.

y ahora, la letra de una de sus canciones

Cross Road Blues

I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees
I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees
Asked the lord above "Have mercy, save poor Bob, if you please"
Mmmmm, standin' at the crossroad, i tried to flag a ride
Standin' at the crossroad, i tried to flag a ride
Didn't nobody semm to know me, everybody pass me by
Mmmm, the sun goin' down, boy, dark gon' catch me here
Oooo, eeee, boy, dark gon' catch me hereI haven't got no lovin' sweet woman that love and feel my care
You can run, you can run, tell my friend-boy Willie Brown
You can run, tell my friend-boy Willie Brown
Lord i'm standin' at the crossroad, babe, i believe i'm sinkin' down

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yd60nI4sa9A

russian red

esta es la primera vez que hablo de un musico español en el blog, y como no, es sobre Russian Red.

la conoci gracias a una amiga,y al anuncio de Häagen Dazs y despues la vi en el hormiguero y me encanto.

poco hay que pueda contar de ella, porque la verdad,poco se.

y como os hable del anuncio del helado con sabor a no me apetece hablar con nadie o algo asi, os pongo esa cancion.

Nice Tick Feathers

She said hey, won’t you pick me up?
he said, well, what about at nine?
And she wakes up, it’s freezing cold outsidebut
he’s not there, wherever he may fly…Barely aware of her reality, she stands right bythe centre of the room.
Feathers, she’s got nice thick feathersshe’s put on,
for she wanted to reach the violent kingdom.Every time, she steps on what she callsthe misery land,
for only bats and copsforgets about his kisses and his voice.
He wore a suit with labels at the front.Barely aware of her reality, she stands right bythe centre of the room.
Feathers, she’s got nice thick feathersshe’s put on,
for she wanted to reach the violent kingdom.Barely aware of ther reality, she stands right bythe centre of the room.

el anuncio en cuestion: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZ47e7hicxs

y la cancion: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kByL2YS2PrY&feature=related