La cosas han cambiado…
Nuevo mundo, nueva normalidad, nuevo diseño en este blog.
Murphy dice: «Y por supuesto: las mejoras de seguridad, estabilidad y correcciones de errores de siempre»
La cosas han cambiado…
Nuevo mundo, nueva normalidad, nuevo diseño en este blog.
Murphy dice: «Y por supuesto: las mejoras de seguridad, estabilidad y correcciones de errores de siempre»
Música Disco, imagen retro, extraterrestres, David Hasselhoff (@DavidHasselhoff) y Karen Gillan (@karengillan), ¿hace falta decir algo más?
I don’t need to fall at your feet
Just ‘cause you cut me to the bone
And I won’t miss the way that you kiss me
We were never carved in stone
If I don’t listen to the talk of the town
Then maybe I can fool myself..
I’ll get over you.. I know I will
I’ll pretend my ship’s not sinking
And I’ll tell myself I’m over you
‘cause I’m the king of wishful thinking
I am the king of wishful thinking
I refuse to give in to my blues
That’s not how it’s going to be
And I deny the tears in my eyes
I don’t want to let you see.. no
That you have made a hole in my heart
And now I’ve got to fool myself..
I’ll get over you.. I know I will
I’ll pretend my ship’s not sinking
And I’ll tell myself I’m over you
‘cause I’m the king of wishful thinking..
I’ll get over you.. I know I will
I’ll pretend my ship’s not sinking
And I’ll tell myself I’m over you
‘cause I’m the king of wishful thinking
I will never, never shed a tear for you
I’ll get over you
If I don’t listen to the talk of the town
Then maybe I can fool myself..
I’ll get over you.. I know I will
I’ll pretend my ship’s not sinking
And I’ll tell myself I’m over you
‘cause I’m the king of wishful thinking
I’m the king of wishful thinking
I’ll get over you.. I know I will
You made a hole in my heart
But I won’t shed a tear for you
I’ll be the king of wishful thinking
I’ll get over you..
I’ll pretend my heart’s still beating
‘cause I’ve got no more tears for you
I’m the king of wishful thinking..
I’ll get over you.. I know I will
You made a hole in my heart
And I’ll tell myself I’m over you
‘cause I’m the king of wishful thinking
Murphy dice: Lo peor de leer citas en Internet es que no puedes estar cien por cien seguro de su autoría.
«Born In The U.S.A.»
Born down in a dead man’s town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog that’s been beat too much
Till you spend half your life just covering up
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Got in a little hometown jam so they put a rifle in my hand
Sent me off to a foreign land to go and kill the yellow man
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man says «son if it was up to me»
Went down to see my V.A. man
He said «son don’t you understand now»
Had a brother at Khe Sahn fighting off the Viet Cong
They’re still there he’s all gone
He had a woman he loved in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms now
Down in the shadow of penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I’m ten years burning down the road
Nowhere to run ain’t got nowhere to go
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I’m a long gone daddy in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I’m a cool rocking daddy in the U.S.A.
Lying in your bed and on a Saturday night
You’re sweatin’ buckets and it’s not even hot
But your brain has got the message
And it’s sending it out
To every nerve and every muscle you’ve got
You’ve got so many dreams
That you don’t know where to put ‘em
So you’d better turn a few of ‘em loose
Your body’s got a feeling that it’s starting to rust
You’d better rev it up and put it to use
And I don’t know how I ever thought that I could make it all alone
When you only make it better
And it better be tonight
And we’ll fly away on those angel wings of chrome in your daddy’s car
Waiting there for you tonight
I’ll be there for you tonight
Even if you don’t have anywhere to go
You go down on the pedal and you’re ready to roll
And even if you don’t have anywhere to go
You go down on the pedal and you’re ready to roll
And your speed
Is all you’ll ever need
All you’ll ever need to know
Darlin’, Darlin’-
You and me we’re goin’ nowhere slowly
And we’ve gotta get away from the past
There’s nothin’ wrong with goin’ nowhere, baby
But we should be goin’ nowhere fast
Everybody’s goin’ nowhere slowly
They’re only fighting for the chance to be last
There’s nothin’ wrong with goin’ nowhere, baby
But we should be goin’ nowhere fast
It’s so much better goin’ nowhere fast
Ah…
Stalkin’ in the shadows by the light of the moon
It’s like a prison and the night is a cell
Goin’ anywhere has gotta be heaven tonight
‘Cause stayin’ here has gotta be hell
Dyin’ in the city like a fire on the water
Let’s go runnin’ on the back of the wind
There’s gotta be some action on the face of the earth
And I’ve gotta see your face once again
And I don’t know where I ever got the bright idea that I was cool
So alone and independent
But I’m depending on you now
And you’ll always be the only thing that I just can’t be without
And I’m out for you tonight
I’m comin’ out for you tonight
Even if you don’t have anywhere to go
You go down on the pedal and you’re ready to roll (ready to roll)
Even if you don’t have anywhere to go
You go down on the pedal and you’re ready to roll
And your speed
Is all you’ll ever need
All you’ll ever need to know
Darlin’, Darlin’-
You and me we’re goin’ nowhere slowly
And we’ve gotta get away from the past
There’s nothin’ wrong with goin’ nowhere, baby
But we should be goin’ nowhere fast
Everybody’s goin’ nowhere slowly
They’re only fighting for the chance to be last
There’s nothin’ wrong with goin’ nowhere, baby
But we should be goin’ nowhere fast
It’s so much better goin’ nowhere fast
Godspeed
Godspeed
Godspeed
Speed us away!
Godspeed
Godspeed
Godspeed
Speed us away!
Godspeed
Godspeed
Godspeed
Speed us away!
(We’re goin’ nowhere fast!)
(Ah…)
Murphy dice: El mayor enigma de Internet es qué pasa cuando le das al botón «no, no tengo la edad exigida». Nadie lo ha pulsado jamás.
Algunos la recuerdan por un capítulo de Bones, otros por la canción de los muppets, yo la verdad por los créditos finales de Perros de Reserva…
Bruder bought a coconut, he bought it for a dime,
His sister had anudder one she paid it for de lime.
She put de lime in de coconut, she drank ‘em bot’ up
She put de lime in de coconut, she drank ‘em bot’ up.
She put de lime in de coconut, she drank ‘em bot’ up
She put de lime in de coconut, she call de doctor, woke ‘im up,
Said «doctor, ain’t there nothin’ I can take?»
I said «Doctor, to relieve this belly ache,»
I said «Doctor, ain’t there nothin’ I can take?»
I said «Doctor, to relieve this belly ache.»
Now lemme get this straight,
You put de lime in de coconut, you drank ‘em bot’ up,
You put de lime in de coconut, you drank ‘em bot’ up,
You put de lime in de coconut, you drank ‘em bot’up,
You put de lime in de coconut, you call your doctor, woke ‘im up,
Said » Doctor, ain’t there nothing’ I can take?»
I said, «Doctor, to relieve this belly ache.»
I said «Doctor, ain’t there nothin’ I can take?’
I said, «Doctor, to relieve this belly ache,»
You put de lime in de coconut, you drink ‘em bot’ togedder
Put de lime in de coconut and you’ll feel better,
Put de lime in de coconut, drink ‘em bot’ up,
Put de lime in de coconut and call me in the morning.»
Woo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo.
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo.
Brudder bought a coconut, he bought it for a dime,
His sister had anudder one she paid it for a lime.
She put de lime in de coconut, she drank ‘em bot’ up
She put de lime in de coconut and called de doctor, woke ‘im up.
And said, «Doctor, ain’t there nothin’ I can take?’
I said, «Doctor, to relieve this belly ache.»
I said «Doctor, ain’t there nothin’ I can take?»
I said, «Doctor, now lemme get this straight,
You put the lime in the coconut, you drink ‘em bot’up,
Put the lime in the coconut, you drink ‘em bot’ up,
Put the lime in the coconut, you drink ‘em bot’ up,
Put the lime in the coconut. You’re such a silly woman.
Put a lime in the coconut and drink ‘em bot’ together
Put the lime in the coconut, then you’ll feel better.
Put the lime in the coconut, drink ‘em both down,
Put the lime in your coconut, and call me in the morning,
Woo–ain’t there nothin’ you can take?
I say, woo–to relieve your belly ache,
You say, well woo–ain’t there nothin’ I can take?
I say woo–woo, to relieve your belly ache,
You say yow–ain’t there nothin’ I can take,
I say wow–to relieve this belly ache,
I said «Doctor, ain’t there nothing I can take,»
I said, «Doctor, ain’t there nothing I can take,»
I said, «Doctor, ain’t there nothing I can take,»
I said, «Doctor you’re such a silly woman.
Put the lime in the coconut and drink ‘em both together,
Put the lime in the coconut, and you’ll feel better,
Put the lime in the coconut and drink ‘em bot’ up,
Put the lime in the coconut and call me in the morning.
Yes, you call me in the morning, You call me in the morning,
I’ll tell you what to do if you call me in the morning.
I’ll tell you what to do if you call me in the morning.
I’ll tell you what to do if you call me in the morning.
I’ll tell you what to do and if you call me in the morning
I’ll tell you what to do.
Grabada en 1965 y desde entonces no ha sido superada.
La disquera y las estaciones de radio no la querían promocionar por sus seis minutos de duración y aún así llegó al segundo lugar en las listas en Estados Unidos debajo de Help! de The Beatles.
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?
People’d call, say, “Beware doll, you’re bound to fall”
You thought they were all kiddin’ you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin’ out
Now you don’t talk so loud
Now you don’t seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You’ve gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you’re gonna have to get used to it
You said you’d never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He’s not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain’t no good
You shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain’t it hard when you discover that
He really wasn’t where it’s at
After he took from you everything he could steal
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They’re drinkin’, thinkin’ that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you’d better lift your diamond ring, you’d better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You’re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Murphy dice: Cuando estoy de bajón leo el email. Siempre tengo premios, trabajos, viajes y mi vida sexual es imparable…
Habría jurado que esto ya lo había publicado y creo que no… últimamente me ha gustado Foster the People y su canción pegajosa que a todos les gusta pero que nadie ha escuchado (leido) la letra de lo que cantan.
BTW, ya dije que un porcentaje de las razones por las que voy al Vive Latino este año es por ver este grupo??
Pumped Up Kicks
Foster The People
Robert’s got a quick hand
He’ll look around the room he won’t tell you his plan
He’s got a rolled cigarette
Hanging out his mouth he’s a cowboy kid
Yeah he found a six shooter gun
In his dad’s closet in a box of fun things
And i don’t even know what
But he’s coming for you, yeah he’s coming for you
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Better run, better run faster than my bullet
Daddy works a long day
He be coming home late, yeah he’s coming home late
And he’s bring me a surprise
Cause dinner’s in the kitchen and it’s packed in ice
I’ve waited for a long time
Yeah the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette
Then say your hair’s on fire you must have lost your wits yeah
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Better run, better run faster than my bullet
Murphy dice: No está prohibido ni sale más caro dividir en párrafos los emails.