miércoles, 11 de noviembre de 2009

Las mil caras de Mr. Patton

Quise rendirle tributo al hombre de las mil voces y las mil mascaras! genio de inmensa versatilidad y controlada locura! excelente trabajo

Acá están "casi todas" sus bandas
PINK CIGARRETE - MR. BUNGLE




FANTOMAS - DER GOLEM



TOMAHAWK - GOD HATES A COWARD



PEEPING TOM - MOJO



LOVAGE - BOOK OF THE MONTH



MONDO CANE - 20KM. AL GIORNO



FAITH NO MORE - MIDLIFE CRISIS (CHILE 95') CON ESCUPOS Y TODO!

martes, 27 de octubre de 2009

Religion is bullshit!

Cómico y cierto!! excelente manera de plantear la religión




Tipos de religiones y el SHIT HAPPENS!

lunes, 26 de octubre de 2009

The Cure

A forest


de 1979? excelente Robert Smith! entre mis favoritas:)

Come closer and see
See into the trees
Find the girl
While you can
Come closer and see
See into the dark
Just follow your eyes
Just follow your eyes

I hear her voice
Calling my name
The sound is deep
In the dark
I hear her voice
And start to run
Into the trees
Into the trees

Into the trees

Suddenly I stop
But I know it's too late
I'm lost in a forest
All alone
The girl was never there
It's always the same
I'm running towards nothing
Again and again and again

Why can't I be you?
Habrá alguna webada mas ochentera que este video?? increibles las coreografías!! cualquier presupuesto!!
es un temón bailable!!!






You're so gorgeous I'll do anything!
I'll kiss you from your feet
To where your head begins!
You're so perfect!
You're so right as rain!
You make me
Make me hungry again

Everything you do is irresistible
Everything you do is simply kissable
Why can't I be you?

I'll run around in circles
'Til I run out of breath
I'll eat you all up
Or I'll just hug you to death
You're so wonderful!
Too good to be true!
You make me
Make me hungry for you

Everything you do is simply delicate
Everything you do is quite angelicate
Why can't I be you?

You turn my head when you turn around
You turn the whole world upside down
I'm smitten I'm bitten I'm hooked I'm cooked
I'm stuck like glue!
You make me
Make me hungry for you

Everything you do is simply dreamy
Everything you do is quite delicious
Why can't I be you?
Why can't I be you?
Why can't I be you?

You're simply elegant!

Concierto Faith no More 30 Oct. Chile!

Los Chilenos Punketas Fiskales ad-hok, primeros teloneros de este concierto!!



Le siguen los Brasileños Sepultura!!! Gran sorpresa me llevé al saber que ellos telonearian!! el CHAOS AD es el mejor disco!!


Unknown man
Speaks to the world
Sucking your trust
A trap in every world
War for territory
War for territory
Choice control
Behind propaganda
Poor information
To manage your anger
War for territory
War for territory
Dictators' speech
Blasting off your life
Rule to kill the urge
Dumb assholes' speech
Years of fighting
Teaching my son
To believe in that man
Racist human being
Racist ground will live
Shame and regret
Of the pride
You've once possessed
War for territory
War for territory

Y los anfitriones! grande Mike Patton!!! GRANDE FAITH NO MORE!




AHORA juntando la plata de los pasajes para el jueves en la noche, con mi hermano nos daremos el concierto de nustras vidas!!!

viernes, 23 de octubre de 2009

Pink thoughts - Moving Units

post-punk dance L.A band... los oí el año pasado, del disco "hexes for hexes"
I heard this band with my ex, he presented them to me, then everything went wrong, these lyrics explain it all.



why can't you try
and let me because im
standing on the edge
so show me theres no time
to rewind to spring time
before our hearts still cold
now its winter lots of splinter and our heart beats way too slow
now our heart beat way too slow

so long nice to know that you
once were a major part of me
love comes and ruins everyone
so whats so whats the point of it all
nothing stays forever
we try to keep it together
until we fall apart again

so now my love lies a graveyard
filled with broken bones and memories and glass ones
before i was alone with myself in my head
and sleep inside you tell cuz your lonely for the lonely
and the lonely never tell

so long nice to know that you
once were a major part of me
love comes and ruins everyone
so whats so whats the point of it all
nothing stays forever
we try to keep it together
until we fall apart again

cmon lets fall apart again

cuz its so nice not to beat twice
while were planning to make a stake
from the sad things and the bad things
that we always come back to again
like a refrain like a weak vain
like a story so gory
we cant seem to turn ourselves away

so long nice to know that you
once were a major part of me
love comes and ruins everyone
so whats so whats the point of it all
nothing stays forever
we try to keep it together
until we fall apart again

cmon lets fall apart again

we get so emotional
we get so damn emotional

jueves, 22 de octubre de 2009

God hates a coward- Tomahawk



I've sewn my seeds with a metric grosse
No footsteps go beyond it
I'll eat the death
Where the rooster crows
Flesh rodeo, yee-har, it's
Just to push in your teardrops
Make you a cyclops
Breakin' the branches off your family tree
Keep you up like a fluffer girl
Ain't that enough of the
Look in the sewer for my pedigree
Your truly cause repeats its pulse
And makes your tears, if you needed too
Make me blow my brains out
Pointin' the gun
Put my neck in a noose
But I'm hangin' tough
Day, my, day, my, day, my, day, my
Day, my, day, my, day, my, day, my
Listen closer to your mother
You can hear ocean roar
Sittin' quiet in the corner
Put another record on
God hates a coward, sonny
Got a date with your VCR
Watch another action movie
Dream of me
On the only piano
Wrote the fuckin' concerto
Shoot pool with your eyeballs
Rack 'em up
Make a meal of your asshole
Gnaw on your fat soul
Dipping your heart in my vinegar
Like a million disappeared
Just how long did you think they would live
Prepare yourself
Come on defend
And everyone defend
?
And give me something to kill
I'll never finish my plate
Or I'll burn it up
Day, my, day, my, day, my, day, my
Day, my, day, my, day, my, day, my
Day, my, day, my, day, my, day my, day, my, day, day, day, my


Patton = one of a kind!! another level of creation...
Dios odia a los cobardes!!
Falta menos pa NO MAS FE! FAITH NO MORE 30 OCTUBRE ESTADIO BICENTENARIO LA FLORIDA, SANTIAGO, CHILE!! ENTRADAS ON MY FUCKING HAND!!

martes, 20 de octubre de 2009

Plastilina Mosh - Pervert pop song



estos si que son un clasico de siempre! como olvidar Mr. Pmosh, mi matamoros querido, pachuco, te lo juro por maddona y muchas mas...

lunes, 19 de octubre de 2009

Tahiti 80 - Better days will come



As I was thinking about the things that you said
I looked up to the sky to see a cloud passing by
There must be something wrong
There must be something wrong

Better days will come
Better days will come
No you can't always win, I guess you'd rather
Just wait.
Better days will come

miércoles, 14 de octubre de 2009

Nine inch Nails - Still

The Becoming



I really just fucking love this song...

es tan profunda y llena de frustración, rabia y desesperanza...

I dont wanna listen!!! but it's all too clear!!

It wont give give up, it wants me death
god damn this noise inside my head!!!


SOMETHING I CAN NEVER HAVE.



such a complex and beautiful song... I just love it...
the rythm just flows away with my soul everytime I hear it.

GONE, STILL



como alguien antes lo señaló...
Mórbida melancolía!!
es como decir, mátame lentamente... quiero desangrarme en tus brazos...

LEAVING HOPE



Campos de concentración... inmunda tristeza del fondo

lunes, 12 de octubre de 2009

Some songs on the Miss Kittin - Electroclash Berlin is Burning.

ARPANET - WIRELESS INTERNET


hipnotizante, calmante... me hace recordar a Ozric Tentacles.


Dot Allison - SUBSTANCE (Felix da housecat remix)



Dont rescue me
When I play with with fire
Dont need to know
Is this desire
We hold back words
Our eyes are giving away
Deny the past
Weve come to radiate
In need of some substance

Miss Kittin & The Hacker - Frank Sinatra



Everynight with my star friends
We eat caviar and drink champage
Sniffing in the VIP area
We talk about Frank Sinatra..
"You know Frank Sinatra?"
He's dead!
HAHAHAHAHA!
dead.

To be famous is so nice
Suck my dick
Kiss my ass
In limosines we have sex
everynight with my famous friends
Nice...

Suck my dick
Kiss my ass
so nice . . .
VIP area. . .
Frank... Frank Sinatry

Motherfuckers are so nice
Suck my dick
Lick my ass
In the mix we have sex....
Everynight with my favorite friends..

Frank.. Frank.. Frank Sinatra

Everynight with my star friends
Shake your body like the dance
Stupid smiles and autographs
This is a song for France
Everynight with my star friends
In Limosines we have sex.

NOW THAT IS HOW TO BE A FUCKING RICH JUNKIE!!

martes, 6 de octubre de 2009

Smashing Pumpkings

disarm



Disarm you with a smile
And cut you like you want me to
Cut that little child
Inside of me and such a part of you
Ooh, the years burn

I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my choice
Whats a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you

Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one whos left alone
Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn

I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my voice
Whats a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you

The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you

lunes, 5 de octubre de 2009

24.000 Baci - Mr. Bungle

Pronto Mr. Patton!!!! temazo de Adriano Celentano... tocado por Mr. Bungle el año 95' una de mis bandas favoritas, pronto se viene Faith No More en el estadio Bicentenario de la Florida 30 Octubre ... con entradas en MANO!!!




Amami
Ti voglio bene...

Dame 24000 besos
Y así sabrás por qué el amor
Quiere mil besos cada instante
Y mil caricias cada hora
Con tus 24000 besos
Se intensifican los minutos
De un día espléndido porque
Lo paso así besándote

Ninguna historia alucinante
Ni frases que digan la Gloria
Sólo te pido bésame, ye
Ye, ye, ye, ye, ye, ye

Con tus 24000 besos
Vivo frenética el amor
En este día de alegría
Cada minuto es todo mío

¡Uh!
Vieni qua, amado mío, vieni qua!
¡Bésame... bésame mucho!

Ninguna historia alucinante
Ni frases que digan la Gloria
Sólo te pido bésame, ye
Ye, ye, ye, ye, ye, ye

Con tus 24000 besos
Vivo frenética el amor
En este día de alegría
Cada minuto es todo mío

Con tus 24000 besos
Se intensifican los minutos
De un día espléndido porque
Con tus 24000 besos
Tú me has llevado a la alegría
Con tus 24000 besos
Cada segundo bésame
Con tus 24000 besos
Vivo frenética el amor
Con tus 24000 besos
Cada segundo bésame
Ye, ye, ye, ye, ye, ye, ye
Ye, ye, ye, ye, ye, ye, ye...

The doors

Jim Morrison improvisa una oda a Friedrich Nietzsche... Tal vez en ácido... ja... increible Morrison y su locura.


Love me two times del Morrison Hotel




Love me two times, baby
Love me twice today
Love me two times, girl
Im goin away
Love me two times, girl
One for tomorrow
One just for today
Love me two times
Im goin away

Love me one time
I could not speak
Love me one time
Yeah, my knees got weak
But love me two times, girl
Last me all through the week
Love me two times
Im goin away
Love me two times
Im goin away

Oh, yes

Love me one time
I could not speak
Love me one time, baby
Yeah, my knees got weak
But love me two times, girl
Last me all through the week
Love me two times
Im goin away

Love me two times, babe
Love me twice today
Love me two times, babe
cause Im goin away
Love me two time, girl
One for tomorrow
One just for today
Love me two times
Im goin away
Love me two times
Im goin away
Love me two times
Im goin away


FAR ARDEN


- And so I say to you -

The silk handkerchief
was embroidered in China or Japan
behind the steel curtain
and no one can cross the borderline
w/out proper credentials.

This is to say that
we are all sensate and occasionally sad
and if every partner in crime
were to incorporate promises in his program
the land might end and all our fiends
would follow another program.

Who are our friends?

- I know you love me to talk this way -

Are they sullen and slow?
Do they have great desire?
Or are they one of the multitude who
walk doubting their impossible regret.

Certainly things happen
and reoccur in continuous promise.

All of us have found a safe niche
where we can store up riches
and talk to our fellows
on the same premise of disaster.

But this will not do.
No, this will never do.
There are continents and shores
which beseech our understanding.

Seldom have we been so slow.
Seldom have we been so far.
My only wish is to see
Far Arden again.

- And this next part will be done
on a woman’s purse -

The truth is on his chest.
The cellular excitement
has totally inspired
our magic veteran.

And now for an old trip.
I’m tired the night.
I want the old forms to
reassert their sexual cool.

My friend is just – you know -
And this morning before I sign off
I would like to tell you about
Texas Radio and the Big Beat.

It moves into the perimeter
of your sacred sincere and dedicated smile
like a calm veteran
of the psychic war.

He was no general
or he was not old.
He was no private
for he could not be sold.

He was only a man
and his dedication
extended to the last degree.
Poor pretentious soldier,
come home.

Pink Floyd

Grande entre los grandes, emotiva al punto de no poder ser descrita con palabras... uno de mis favoritos.




What shall we do now?
from the movie "The Wall" images from the English Cartoonist Gerard Scarfe, magnificent !!

jueves, 1 de octubre de 2009

electronicos freakies

Massive attack - Teardrop



Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Fearless on my breath
Gentle impulsion
Shakes me makes me lighter
Fearless on my breath

Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath

Nine night of matter
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath

Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath

Water is my eye
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire of a confession
Fearless on my breath
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath

Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath

Stumbling a little
Stumbling a little


Portishead - Humming
I totally love this song, reminds me of my fifteen year old age.



Closer
No hesitation
Give me
All that you have
And it's been so long, that I can't explain
And it's been so wrong
Right now, so wrong
Naked
My thoughts are creeping
Too late
The show has begun
And it's been so long, that I can't confess
And it's been so wrong
Right now, so wrong
Is it all as it seems
So unresolved, so unredeemed
If I remain, how will I know
And it's been so long, that I can't be sure
And it's been so wrong
Right now, so wrong

SAINT GERMAIN - LATIN NOTE
(los mejores recuerdos)


UNDERWORLD - BORN SLIPPY
Clasico de Trainspotting, adolescencia pura.

miércoles, 30 de septiembre de 2009

Gogol Bordello - Start wearing purple


Start wearing purple wearing purple
Start wearing purple for me now
All your sanity and wits they will all vanish
I promise, it's just a matter of time...

So yeah, ha

Start wearing purple wearing purple (he)
Start wearing purple for me now
All your sanity and wits they will all vanish
I promise, it's just a matter of time...

I know you since you where at twenty, and I was twenty,
but thought that some years from now
a purple little little lady would be perfect
for dirty old and useless clown...

So yeah, ha

Start wearing purple wearing purple
Start wearing purple for me now
All your sanity and wits they will all vanish
I promise, it's just a matter of time...

So yeah, I know it all from Diogenes to the Foucault
from Lozgechkin to Passepartout
I ja kljanus obossav dva paltza - chto ty!
shto muzyka poshla ot "zvukov moo"


Start wearing purple wearing purple (da da da da da)
Start wearing purple for me now

Start wearing purple for me now!

All your sanity and wits they will all vanish
I promise, it's just a matter of time...

So Vio-Vio-Violetta! Etta! Va-va-va-vaja dama ti moja!
Eh podayte nam karetu, vot etu, i mi poedem k ebenjam!

So yeah, ah start wearing purple wearing purple
Start wearing purple for me now
All your sanity and wits, they will all vanish
I promise, it's just a matter of time!...


Gogol Bordello en Chile 7 de Noviembre 15.000 la entrada ticketmaster en la Industria Cultural

La Polla Records - Ya no quiero ser yo

A estos me los presentó mi hermano hace ya varios años, tengo la discografía completa y cada vez que los oigo me pongo díscola y pateo las piedras... excelente carrera, muchos himnos de rebeldía en ellos. me encantan



En directo, Vamos Entrando

Me he Mirado en el Espejo
Y no me He reconocido en el Extraño
Que se ve tras el Cristal
Si el Pasado y el Presente se Reflejan y No Mienten
Tengo que hacer Algo por Mi Porvenir.
Ya No Quiero Ser Yo!!!
Ya Nooo...

Mi Paciencia tiene un Limite y se Acaba Hoy
Hoy voy a Matar esta Vida Gris, Quiero Enloquecer..

Voy a Ser el Rey de Roma o el Alcalde de Pamplona
O el Payaso que Dispare sobre Ti
Entrare en Otra Persona o en los Huevos de Mahoma
Da lo Mismo, Quiero Estar fuera de Mi.
Caaguuendiioss no me aguanto ni Yo
Lo guapo que soy Tonto Como Idioota

Voy a Ser un Rico Triste, o el Psiquiatra de la Virgen
Cuando tuvo que Contarle lo del Niño a San Jose.

Hoy Voy a Matar esta Vida Gris, Quiero Enloquecer
Voy a Olvidarme de Todos y Nunca Volvere
Que Mañana es Tarde y todo Sera Igual...

martes, 29 de septiembre de 2009

lunes, 28 de septiembre de 2009

Latinos

Andres Calamaro - Nostalgias - Tinta Roja.




Aterciopelados - Rio




Los Tres - Pájaros de Fuego (Para días como hoy... épocas de desesperanza, angustia y soledad)




No sé si hubo algo
que me haya hecho soñar
en un instante todo
se vuelve realidad

Los pájaros de fuego
se vuelven contra mí
me secan y me encienden
negándome a seguir

Vacio, rodeado
llorando por un siglo
Vacio, rodeado
llorando por un siglo

Todo lo que veo
no lo verás jamás
extraño y condenado
a no mirar atrás

Los templos que vomitan
los rezos del dolor
hacen reir al cielo
y al mal que hay en tí señor


Vacio, rodeado
llorando por un siglo
Vacio, rodeado
llorando por un siglo

Vacio,rodeado
llorando por un siglo
Vacio, rodeado
llorando por un siglo

domingo, 27 de septiembre de 2009

Manu Chao - Mr. Bobby



Sometimes I dream about reality
Sometimes I feel so gone
Sometimes I dream about a wild wild world
Sometimes I feel so lonesome

Hey Bobby Marley
Sing something good to me
This world go crazy
It's an emergency

Tonight I dream about fraternity
TONIGHT I say: one day!
One day my dreams will be reality
Like Bobby said to me

Hey Bobby Marley
Sing something good to me
This world go crazy
It's an emergency

Hey Bobby Marley
Sing something good to me
This world go crazy
It's an emergency...

Tonight I watch through my window
And I can't see no lights
Tonight I watch through my window
And I can't see no rights

viernes, 25 de septiembre de 2009

Golden Cage




My fucking golden cage...
excelente ... carrete pa la memoria... na' que decir...

So you no longer care if there's another day
I guess I have been there, I guess I am there now
You knew what you wanted and you fought so hard
Just to find yourself sitting in a golden cage
In a golden cage

So of course I miss you and miss you bad
But I also felt this way when I was still with you
Yes of course I miss you and miss you bad
But I also felt this way when I was still with you

This city's no longer mine
There's sadness written on every corner
Each lover was made to sign
Now I hear them calling me over and over

jueves, 24 de septiembre de 2009

Aeroplane - Whispers



Tema pegadito... incluido en el Pitchfork 100 best indie tracks 2008
preciso pa' la previa del carrete,
Hoy fiesta XIII Nacional Rodeo Universitario en la XS Club Dreams Casino Temuco.
(25, 26 & 27 recinto SOFO)

miércoles, 23 de septiembre de 2009

Siete Crisantemos



Si alguna vez he dado más de lo que tengo
me han dado algunas veces más de lo que doy,
se me ha olvidado ya el lugar de donde vengo
y puede que no exista el sitio adonde voy.

A las buenas costumbres nunca me he acostumbrado,
del calor de la lumbre del hogar me aburrí,
también en el infierno llueve sobro mojado,
lo sé porque he pasado más de una noche allí.

En busca de las siete llaves del misterio,
siete versos tristes en una canción,
siete crisantemos en el cementerio,
siete negros signos de interrogación.

En tiempos tan oscuros nacen falsos profetas
y mucha golondrinas huyen de la ciudad,
el asesino sabe más de amor que el poeta
y el cielo cada vez está más lejos del mar.

Lo bueno de los años es curan heridas,
lo malo de los besos es que crean adición;
ayer quiso matarme la mujer de mi vida,
apretaba el gatillo... cuando se despertó.

(Estribillo)

Me enamoro de todo, me conformo con nada;
un aroma, un abrazo, un pedazo de pan
y lo que buenamente me den por la Balada
de la Vida Privada... de Fulano de Tal.

No encontré el video en sí... pero la letra vale la pena

Calle melancolía



Como quien viaja a lomos de una yegua sombría
Por la ciudad camino, no preguntes adónde,
busco acaso un encuentro que me ilumine el día
y no hallo más que puertas que niegan lo que esconden.

Las chimeneas vierten su vómito de humo
a un cielo cada vez más lejano y más alto,
por las paredes ocres se desparrama el zumo
de una fruta de sangre crecida en el asfalto.

Ya el campo estará verde, debe ser primavera,
cruza por mi mirada un tren interminable,
el barrio donde habito no es ninguna pradera
desolado paisaje de antenas y de cables.

Vivo en el número 7, calle Melancolía,
quiero mudarme hace años al barrio de la alegría
pero siempre que lo intento ha salido ya el tranvía,
en la escalera me siento a silbar mi melodía.

Como quien viaja a bordo de un barco enloquecido
que viene de la noche y va a ninguna parte,
así mis pies descienden la cuesta del olvido
fatigados de tanto andar sin encontrarte.

Luego de vuelta a casa, enciendo un cigarrillo,
ordeno mis papeles, resuelvo un crucigrama,
me enfado con las sombras que pueblan los pasillos
y me abrazo a la ausencia que dejas en mi cama.

Trepo por tu recuerdo como una enredadera
que no encuentra ventana donde agarrarse. Soy
esa absurda epidemia que sufren las aceras,
si quieres encontrarme ya sabes dónde estoy...

Vivo en el número 7, calle Melancolía,
quiero mudarme hace años al barrio de la alegría
pero siempre que lo intento ha salido ya el tranvía,
en la escalera me siento a silbar mi melodía.


1980 disco Malas Compañias.
Sabina, desde Y nos dieron las diez... que se yo... a los 6 años de edad en un bar de queule... siempre Sabina grande... patrono de la bohemia ... birras, porros y cigarrillos..

no encuentro aun alguno mejor que otro

martes, 22 de septiembre de 2009

Los Cafres - Tus ojos




Tus ojos volcán de tu alma
Escupen verdades que sangran
Sangran sin consuelo aparente
Tanto como cambia tu ánimo de repente

Tus ojos volcán de tu alma
Tanta es la belleza cuando calma
Despreciado sol mí ilumino tu amor
Princesita mía siempre estoy con vos

Serás que sos un ángel
Q no podes disimular


Tus ojos volcán de tu alma
Tanta es la belleza cuando calma
Despreciado sol me ilumino tu amor
Princesita mía siempre estoy con vos

Serás que sos un ángel
Q no podes disimular

Cuando hablan tu corazón y el mío
Se entienden muy bien
Le doy crédito a esta unión
Es para siempre
Tu alma me lo pide

Serás que sos un ángel
Q no podes disimular

excelente grupo Argentino, tema que evoca recuerdos de epocas felices...

Bob Marley - I know a place



When the whole world lets you down
And there's nowhere for you to turn,
'Cause all of your best friends have let you down, do-o-own.
Then you try to accumulate,
But the whole world is full of hate,
So all of your best starts just drift into space.

I know a place where we can carry on.
I know a place where we can carry on.
We can carry on, we can carry on,
we can carry on, we can carry on.

And there is people like you, people like me
People need to be free.
And there's a place in the sun
Where there is love for everyone,
Where we can be, yeah.

I know a place where we can carry on.
I know a place where we can carry on.
We can carry on, we can carry on,
We can carry on, we can carry on.

Whe-e-e!
When the whole world let you down
And there's nowhere for you to turn,
'Cause all of your best friends, a-they have let you down, down-own-own.
Then you try to accumulate,
But the whole world is full of hate,
So all of your best thoughts just drift into space.

I know a place where we can carry on.
I know a place where we can carry on.
We can carry on, we can carry on,
We can carry on, we can carry on,
We can carry on, we can carry on,
We can carry on, we can carry on.


Definitivamente la mas escuchada en los últimos dias... será una de las mejores?
Uno de mis grupos favoritos en una época poco distante, la cual tuve el gusto de ver en vivo en Octubre del 2008... aca van algunos de mis temas favoritos

Right where it belongs. del concierto Live Beside you in time.



Esta cancion hace referencia al solipsismo: Solipsismo, del latín "[ego] solus ipse" (traducible de forma aproximada como "solamente yo existo") es la creencia metafísica de que lo único de lo que podemos estar seguros es de la existencia de nuestra propia mente, y la realidad que aparentemente nos rodea es incognoscible y puede no ser más que parte de los estados mentales del propio yo. De esta forma, todos los objetos, personas, etc., que uno experimenta serían meramente emanaciones de la propia mente y por lo tanto la unica existencia de la que podriamos tener seguridad (Solipsismo) es de la existencia de nuestra propia mente.

In this twilight - Year Zero



Watch the sun
As it crawls across a final time
And it feels like
Like it was a friend
If it's watching us
And the world we set on fire
Do you wonder
If it feels the same?

And the sky is filled with light
Can you see it?
All the black is really white
If you believe it
As the time is running out
Let me take away your doubt
We can find a better place
In this twilight

Dust to dust
Ashes in your hair remind me
What it feels like
And I won't feel again
Night descends
Could I have been a better person?
If I could only
Do it all again

But the sky is filled with light
Can you see it?
All the black is really white
If you believe it
And the longing that you feel
You know none of this is real
We will find a better place
In this twilight

Trent Reznor y su apocaliptica vision del mundo si no cambiamos nuestros habitos. Excelente disco con alto contenido político

El ultimo tema de la gira Lights in the sky...

cometido del blog.

EL COMETIDO DE ÉSTE ES PUBLICAR MAS O MENOS TODAS LAS CANCIONES QUE HACEN SIGNIFICADO EN MI VIDA, O LO HAN HECHO EN ALGÚN MOMENTO, SIN LIMITARME EN SOLO UN ESTILO MUSICAL, SINO ABRIENDO PASO A LA DIVERSIDAD DEL GUSTO MUSICAL.

TAMBIÉN CON EL COMETIDO DE DEJAR CONSTANCIA DE AQUELLAS CANCIONES QUE LLEGAN A LA MEMORIA DERREPENTE Y LUEGO SE ESFUMAN POR LARGOS PERIODOS DE TIEMPO.

VIVA LA DIVERSIDAD MUSICAL.


LOS DEJO CON UN GRANDE

ALI FARKA TOURE DE AFRICA, MALI. EL MEJOR BLUES CON ALMA