martes, 14 de julio de 2009

Fito y Andres "Medalla de Carton"

Un poquito mas de Fito y su gente, esta vez con el gran Andres Calamaro en una gira q se llamo "2 son multitud"....Te-ma-zo!!

Salud!!!



Espero sus comentarios.

Fito & Fitipaldis "Un Buen Castigo"

He tenido la suerte de vivir en España durante un tiempo y conocer un poco de su música. Este Sr se llama Fito Cabrales y ha sido pare de grupos como Platero y tu y Extemoduro entre otros.
Con un Rock muy simple y con letras cotidianas me enganché con su música, ojala les guste y busquen sobre el....vale la pena!
Les dejo un directo "Un buen castigo"
Salud!!!

Arctic Monkeys 505

Un directo parte del DVD "At The Apollo " , de mis preferidos! Ojala guste..
Salud !!!




I´M GOING BACK TO 505,
IF ITS A 7 HOUR FLIGHT OR A 45 MINUTE DRIVE,
IN MY IMAGINATION YOU´RE WAITING LYING ON YOUR SIDE,
WITH YOUR HANDS BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS,

STOP AND WAIT A SEC,
OH WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT MY DARLING,
WHAT DID YOU EXPECT,
I PROBABLY STILL ADORE YOU WITH YOU HAND AROUND MY NECK,
OR I DID LAST TIME I CHECKED,

NOT SHY OF A SPARK,
A KNIFE TWISTS AT THE THOUGHT THAT I SHOULD FALL SHORT OF THE MARK,
FRIGHTENED BY THE BITE THOUGH ITS NO HARSHER THAN THE BARK,
MIDDLE OF ADVENTURE, SUCH A PERFECT PLACE TO START,

I´M GOING BACK TO 505,
IF ITS A 7 HOUR FLIGHT OR A 45 MINUTE DRIVE,
IN MY IMAGINATION YOU´RE WAITING LYING ON YOUR SIDE,
WITH YOUR HANDS BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS,

BUT I CRUMBLE COMPLETELY WHEN YOU CRY,
IT SEEMS LIKE ONCE AGAIN YOU´VE HAD TO GREET ME WITH GOODBYE,
IM ALWAYS JUST ABOUT TO GO AND SPOIL A SUPRISE,
TAKE MY HANDS OFF OF YOUR EYES TOO SOON,

I´M GOING BACK TO 505,
IF ITS A 7 HOUR FLIGHT OR A 45 MINUTE DRIVE,
IN MY IMAGINATION YOU´RE WAITING LYING ON YOUR SIDE,
WITH YOUR HANDS BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS AND A SMILE!

Arctic Monkeys

Esperando la salida de su nuevo disco (primeros dias de agosto) HUMBURG, les dejo un directo del corte q ya se puede escuchar "Crying Lightning" y algun clasico ya conocido .
Veremos con q nos vuelven a sorprender estos sipaticos monitos!
Salud!!!



SAT IN THE CAFÉ BY THE CRACKER FACTORY,
HE WERE PRACTISING A MAGIC TRICK,
AND MY THOUGHTS GOT RUDE, AS YOU TALKED AND CHEWED,
ON THE LAST OF YOUR PICK AND MIX.

SAID YOUR MISTAKEN IF YOU THINKING THAT I AM GUN’ GO COLD BEFORE
AS YOU BIT INTO YOUR STRAWBERRY LACE,
AND THEN A FLIP IN YOUR ATTENTION IN THE FORM OF A GOBSTOPPER,
IS ALL YOU HAVE LEFT AND ALL IS GOING TO WASTE.

YOUR PAST-TIMES, CONSISTED OF THE STRANGE,
AND TWISTED AND DERANGED,
AND I LOVE THAT LITTLE GAME YOU HAD CALLED,
CRYING LIGHTNING,
AND HOW YOU LIKE TO AGGRAVATE THE ICE-CREAM MAN ON RAINY AFTERNOONS.

THE NEXT TIME THAT I CAUGHT MY OWN REFLECTION,
IT WAS ON ITS WAY TO MEET YOU,
THINKING OF EXCUSES TO POSTPONE.
YOU NEVER LOOK LIKE YOURSELF FROM THE SIDE,
BUT YOUR PROFILE DID NOT HIDE,
THE FACT YOU KNEW I WAS APPROACHING YOUR THRONE.

WITH FOLDED ARMS YOU OCCUPY THE BENCH LIKE TOOTHACHE
SAW THEM, PUFF YOUR CHEST OUT LIKE YOU NEVER LOST A WAR.
AND THOUGH I TRY SO NOT TO SUFFER THE INDIGNITY OF A REACTION
THERE WAS NO CRACKS TO GRASP OR GAPS TO CLAW.

AND YOUR PAST-TIMES, CONSISTED OF THE STRANGE,
AND TWISTED AND DERANGED,
AND I HATE THAT LITTLE GAME YOU HAD CALLED,
CRYING LIGHTNING,
AND HOW YOU LIKE TO AGGRAVATE THE ICKY MAN ON RAINY AFTERNOONS.

UNINVITING,
BUT NOT HALF AS IMPOSSIBLE AS EVERYONE ASSUMES,
YOU ARE CRYING LIGHTNING.

YOUR PAST-TIMES, CONSISTED OF THE STRANGE,
AND TWISTED AND DERANGED,
AND I HATE THAT LITTLE GAME YOU HAD CALLED,
CRYING LIGHTNING,
CRYING LIGHTNING,
CRYING LIGHTNING,
CRYING LIGHTNING.

YOUR PAST-TIMES, CONSISTED OF THE STRANGE,
AND TWISTED AND DERANGED,
AND I HATE THAT LITTLE GAME YOU HAD CALLED,
CRY-ING.