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viernes, 27 de noviembre de 2009

The Bobby Fuller Four - I Fought the Law (1965)


From a single in 1965



(A') Breakin' rocks in the ... hot sun
I Fought the Law and the ... law won
I Fought the Law and the ... law won
I needed money, 'cause I ... had none
I Fought the Law and the ... law won
I Fought the Law and the ... law won

I left my baby and I feel so bad
I guess my race is run
Well, she's the best girl ... I've ever had
I Fought the Law and the ... law won
I Fought the Law and the ... law won

(Instrumental Break)

Robbin' people with a . . . SIX gun
I Fought the Law and the ... law won
I Fought the Law and the ... law won

I miss my baby and the ... good fun
I Fought the Law and the ... law won
I Fought the Law and the ... law won

I left my baby and I feel so bad
I guess my race is run
But, she's the best girl ... I've ever had
I Fought the Law and the ... law won
I Fought the Law and the ... law won

domingo, 8 de noviembre de 2009

Josele Santiago - Mi Prima Y Sus Pinceles (2004)


From the album Las golondrinas etcétera in 2004



Qué peligro,
aquí siempre es domingo
y empezamos a pensar
otra vez en lo mismo.

Es claro,
es de catecismo.
Mi primita se dispone
a hacer turismo.

De excursión por el abismo.

Prepara
mi prima sus pinceles
y pinta puertas
por todas las paredes.

Y pieles,
se pinta muchas pieles,
sabe dónde cambiarlas
por más pinceles.

Y pintarse así más pieles.

Escucha,
los muertos dicen que no,
la calle grita que sí.

Escucha,
los muertos dicen que no,
la calle grita que sí.

Escucha,
los muertos dicen que no,
la calle grita que sí.

Escucha,
los muertos dicen que no,
la calle grita que sí.

Ay, ay, ay, ay ...
De entre todas sus pieles
ya se asoma la más blanca,
la que más le duele.

Ay, ay, ay, ay ...
No pintes tus papeles,
que todo el mundo
reconoce ya tus pinceles.

Todo el mundo se los huele.

Escucha,
los muertos dicen que no,
la calle grita que sí.

Escucha,
los muertos dicen que no,
la calle grita que sí.

Escucha,
los muertos dicen que no,
la calle grita que sí.

Escucha,
los muertos dicen que no,
la calle grita que sí,
la calle grita que sí ...
la calle grita que sí ...
la calle grita que sí ...

Cheap Trick - Dream Police (1979)


From the album Dream Police in 1979



The dream police, they live inside of my head.
The dream police, they come to me in my bed.
The dream police, they're coming to arrest me, oh no.

You know that talk is cheap, and those rumors ain't nice.
And when I fall asleep I don't think I'll survive the night, the night.

'Cause they're waiting for me.
They're looking for me.
Ev'ry single night they're driving me insane.
Those men inside my brain.

The dream police, they live inside of my head.
(Live inside of my head.)
The dream police, they come to me in my bed.
(Come to me in my bed.)
The dream police, they're coming to arrest me, oh no.

Well, I can't tell lies, 'cause they're listening to me.
And when I fall asleep, bet they're spying on me tonight, tonight.

'Cause they're waiting for me.
They're looking for me.
Ev'ry single night they're driving me insane.
Those men inside my brain.

I try to sleep, they're wide awake, they won't let me alone.
They don't get paid or take vacations, or let me alone.
They spy on me, I try to hide, they won't let me alone.
They persecute me, they're the judge and jury all in one.

'Cause they're waiting for me.
They're looking for me.
Ev'ry single night they're driving me insane.
Those men inside my brain.

The dream police police police
The dream police,police police
The dream police,police police

martes, 3 de noviembre de 2009

Eric Clapton - Cocaine (1974)


From the album 461 Ocean Boulevard in 1974



If you wanna hang out youve got to take her out; cocaine.
If you wanna get down, down on the ground; cocaine.
She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie; cocaine.

When your day is done and you wanna run; cocaine.
If you got bad news, you wanna kick them blues; cocaine.
She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie; cocaine.

If your thing is gone and you wanna ride on; cocaine.
Don't forget this fact, you can't get it back; cocaine.
She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie; cocaine.

She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie; cocaine.

Elvez - (Rock & Roll Suicide) If I Can Dream (1999)


From the album Son Of A Lad From Spain in 1999



[No Lyrics]

martes, 27 de octubre de 2009

The Primitives - Crash (1988)


From the album Lovely in 1988



Here you go way too fast
Don't slow down you're gonna crash
You should watch - watch your stay here
Don't look out you're gonna break your neck
So shut , shut your mouth
Cause I'm not listening anyhow
I've had enough, enough of you
Enough to last a life time through
So what do you want of me?
Got no words of sympathy and if i go around with you
You know that i'll get messed up too with you

Na na na na na
Na na na na na

Here you go way to fast
Don't slow down you're gonna crash
You don't know what's been going down
You've been running all over town

So shut , shut your mouth
Cause i'm not listening anyhow
I've had enough, enough of you
Enough to last a life time through
So what do you want of me?
Got no cure for misery and if I go around with you
You know that i'll get messed up too with you

With you
Na na na na na
Slow down you're gonna crash
Na na na na na
Slow down you're gonna crash
Na na na na na
Slow down you're gonna crash

lunes, 26 de octubre de 2009

Patti Smith - Gloria- In Excelsis Deo-Gloria (1975)


From the album Horses in 1975



Jesus died for somebodys sins but not mine
Meltin in a pot of thieves
Wild card up my sleeve
Thick heart of stone
My sins my own
They belong to me, me

People say beware!
But I dont care
The words are just
Rules and regulations to me, me

I-i walk in a room, you know I look so proud
Im movin in this here atmosphere, well, anythings allowed
And I go to this here party and I just get bored
Until I look out the window, see a sweet young thing
Humpin on the parking meter, leanin on the parking meter
Oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine
And I got this crazy feeling and then Im gonna ah-ah make her mine
Ooh Ill put my spell on her

Here she comes
Walkin down the street
Here she comes
Comin through my door
Here she comes
Crawlin up my stair
Here she comes
Waltzin through the hall
In a pretty red dress
And oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine
And I got this crazy feeling that Im gonna ah-ah make her mine

And then I hear this knockin on my door
Hear this knockin on my door
And I look up into the big tower clock
And say, oh my God heres midnight!
And my baby is walkin through the door
Leanin on my couch she whispers to me and I take the big plunge
And oh, she was so good and oh, she was so fine
And Im gonna tell the world that I just ah-ah made her mine

And I said darling, tell me your name, she told me her name
She whispered to me, she told me her name
And her name is, and her name is, and her name is, and her name is g-l-o-r-i-a
G-l-o-r-i-a gloria g-l-o-r-i-a gloria
G-l-o-r-i-a gloria g-l-o-r-i-a gloria

I was at the stadium
There were twenty thousand girls called their names out to me
Marie and ruth but to tell you the truth
I didnt hear them I didnt see
I let my eyes rise to the big tower clock
And I heard those bells chimin in my heart
Going ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong.
Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong
Counting the time, then you came to my room
And you whispered to me and we took the big plunge
And oh. you were so good, oh, you were so fine
And I gotta tell the world that I make her mine make her mine
Make her mine make her mine make her mine make her mine

G-l-o-r-i-a gloria g-l-o-r-i-a gloria g-l-o-r-i-a gloria,
G-l-o-r-i-a gloria

And the tower bells chime, ding dong they chime
Theyre singing, jesus died for somebodys sins but not mine.

Gloria g-l-o-r-i-a gloria g-l-o-r-i-a gloria g-l-o-r-i-a,
Gloria g-l-o-r-i-a, g-l-o-r-i-a gloria g-l-o-r-i-a gloria
G-l-o-r-i-a gloria g-l-o-r-i-a gloria g-l-o-r-i-a gloria,
G-l-o-r-i-a gloria g-l-o-r-i-a gloria g-l-o-r-i-a gloria,
G-l-o-r-i-a gloria g-l-o-r-i-a gloria g-l-o-r-i-a gloria .

sábado, 24 de octubre de 2009

Ron Sexsmith - Wishing Wells (2004)


From the album Retriever in 2004



Wishing wells
Are fine in fairy tales
But they've got no business here
Where evil's very real
And children are known
To just disappear

Magic spells
Still hold no currency
Where people are lining up
To sell their dignity
When reality's a show
They'll crawl through mud

I fear sometimes
We ain't got a hope in hell
I've half a mind to hang the next fool
To wish me well
To wish me well

It comes as no surprise
All that rises to the top
Before our very eyes
With each generation expectation drops

I feel sometimes
We ain't got a hope in hell
I've a half a mind to hang the next fool
To wish me well
To wish me well

Tell me when
When will the truth prevail
To clear away all
The smug and smirking juveniles
And save us from all
The blood thirsty thugs

I fear sometimes
We ain't got a hope in hell
I've half a mind to hang the next fool
To wish me well

Aerosmith - Janie's Got a Gun (1989)


From the album Pump in 1989



Dum, dum, dum, honey what have you done
Dum, dum, dum, it's the sound of my gun
Dum, dum, dum, honey what have you done
Dum, dum, dum, it's the sound, it's the sound...
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah....

Janie's got a gun
Janie's got a gun
Her whole world's come undone
From looking straight at the sun
What did her daddy do?
What did he put you through?

They say when Janie was arrested
They found him underneath a train
But man, he had it comin'
Now that Janie's got a gun
She ain't never gonna be the same

Janie's got a gun
Janie's got a gun
Her dog day's just begun
Now everybody is on the run
Tell her now it's untrue
What did her daddy do?

He jacked the little bitty baby
The man has got to be insane
They say the spell that he was under
The lightin' and the thunder
Knew that someone had to stop the pain

Run away, run away from the pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Run away, run away from the pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Run away, run away, run, run away

Janie's got a gun
Janie's got a gun
Her dog day's just begun
Now everybody is on the run
What did her daddy do
It's Janie's last I.O.U.

She had to take him down easy
And put a bullet in his brain
She said 'cause nobody believes me
The man was such a sleaze
He ain't never gonna be the same

Run away, run away from the pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Run away, run away from the pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Run away, run away, run, run away

Janie's got a gun
Janie's got a gun
Janie's got a gun
Everybody is on the run

Janie's got a gun
Her dog day's just begun
Now everybody's on the run (Honey, honey what's your problem)
'Cause Janie's got a gun (Tell me it ain't right)
Janie's got a gun (Was it daddy's cradle robbin')
Her dog day's just begun (That made you scream at night)
Now everybody's on the run
Janie's got a gun

jueves, 22 de octubre de 2009

Robert Palmer - Addicted to Love (1985)


From the album Riptide in 1985



Your lights are on, but youre not home
Your mind is not your own
Your heart sweats, your body shakes
Another kiss is what it takes

You cant sleep, you cant eat
Theres no doubt, youre in deep
Your throat is tight, you cant breathe
Another kiss is all you need

Whoa, you like to think that youre immune to the stuff, oh
Yeah

Its closer to the truth to say you cant get enough, you
Know youre

Gonna have to face it, youre addicted to love

You see the signs, but you cant read
Youre runnin at a different speed
You heart beats in double time
Another kiss and youll be mine, a one track mind

You cant be saved
Oblivion is all you crave
If theres some left for you
You dont mind if you do

Whoa, you like to think that youre immune to the stuff, oh
Yeah

Its closer to the truth to say you cant get enough, you
Know youre

Gonna have to face it, youre addicted to love

Might as well face it, youre addicted to love
Might as well face it, youre addicted to love
Might as well face it, youre addicted to love
Might as well face it, youre addicted to love
Might as well face it, youre addicted to love

Guitar solo (once around)

Your lights are on, but youre not home
Your will is not your own
Youre heart sweats and teeth grind
Another kiss and youll be mine

Whoa, you like to think that youre immune to the stuff, oh
Yeah

Its closer to the truth to say you cant get enough, you
Know youre

Gonna have to face it, youre addicted to love

Might as well face it, youre addicted to love
Might as well face it, youre addicted to love
Might as well face it, youre addicted to love
Might as well face it, youre addicted to love
Might as well face it, youre addicted to love

martes, 20 de octubre de 2009

Jonny Kaplan & The Lazy Stars - Stick Around (2002)


From the album Ride Free in 2002



[No Lyrics]

Kiss - Christine Sixteen (1997)


From the album Love Gun in 1977



Shes got me dizzy, she sees me through to the end
Shes got me in her hands and theres no use in pretending
Christine sixteen, christine sixteen

She drives me crazy, I want to give her all Ive got
And shes hot every day and night, there is no doubt about it

Christine sixteen, christine sixteen

I dont usually say things like this to girls your age, but when I saw you
Coming out of the school that day, that day I knew, I knew, Ive got to have
You, Ive got to have you.

Shes been around, but shes young and clean
Ive got to have her, cant live without her, whoo no
Christine sixteen, christine sixteen

Christine, christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, yeah
So clean, christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, christine, yeah, yeah
Christine, christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, christine, yeah, yeah
Christine, christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Christine, christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, yeah, yeah
Christine, christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, yeah, yeah
Christine, christine, sixteen, sixteen, christine, yeah, yeah
Christine, christine, sixteen, sixteen
Christine, yeah, yeah, yeah

lunes, 12 de octubre de 2009

The Kinks- Sunny Afternoon (1966)


From the album Face to Face in 1966



The tax mans taken all my dough,
And left me in my stately home,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
And I cant sail my yacht,
Hes taken everything Ive got,
All Ive gots this sunny afternoon.

Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze.
I got a big fat mama trying to break me.
And I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime

My girlfriends run off with my car,
And gone back to her ma and pa,
Telling tales of drunkenness and cruelty.
Now Im sitting here,
Sipping at my ice cold beer,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.

Help me, help me, help me sail away,
Well give me two good reasons why I oughta stay.
cause I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime

Ah, save me, save me, save me from this squeeze.
I got a big fat mama trying to break me.
And I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime

The Felice Brothers- Frankie's Gun! (2008)


From the album The Felice Brothers in 2008



My car goes
Chicago
Every weekend to pick up some cargo
I think I know the bloody way by now, Frankie
And turn the god damn radio down, thank you
Pull over
Count the money
But don't count the thirty in the glove box buddy
That's for to buy Lucille some clothes

Bang bang bang went Frankie's gun
He shot me down Lucille (x2)
He shot me down (x3)

Work zones double fines
Don't pass the double lines
Trailer McDonald's rest stop trailer double wide
I saw a man hit my mom one time, really
I hurt him so damn bad I had to hide in Jersey
Called my mama told her
In the dresser
There's ten or twenty dollars but there ain't no lesser
That's for to take my sister to the picture show

Bang bang bang went Frankie's gun
He shot me down Lucille (x2)
He shot me down (x3)

Sha nay na sha nay na na na ...

(Mumbling)

Slip make a fender shine
Frankie you're a friend of mine
Got me off a bender after long legged Brenda died
I thought we might be on a roll this time Frankie
I could have swore the box said Hollywood blanks but
You see my mama
Please tell her
I left a little rock in a box in the cellar
That's for to wear till kingdom come

Bang bang bang went Frankie's gun
He shot me down Lucille (x2)
He shot me down (x3)

Sha nay na sha nay na na na ...

jueves, 8 de octubre de 2009

Paul Weller - 22 Dreams (2008)


From the album 22 Dreams in 2008



I had 22 dreams last night
I dreamed we’re entering a war
The last one I saved for myself
Just to save my soul
I got this scene by a fireplace
I lost control of the human race
I had 22 dreams last night

I had 45 films to watch
But only one I could take
The mysteries of a secret smile
It must be dull in that place
Pull me on with a loving kiss
I remember all the things I missed
You mean so much when the dawn is gone
I feel alone in the morning sun
I had 22 dreams last night

You pick me up with a loving kiss
I remembered all the things I missed
You mean so much when the dawn is gone
I feel alone in the morning sun
I had 22 dreams last night
I dreamed we’re entering a war
That’s enough for a lifetime of dreams
That’s enough for anyone

22 (repeat)

(Just to save my soul)

martes, 6 de octubre de 2009

Bad Company - Can't Get Enough (1974)


From the album Bad Company in 1974



Well, I'll take whatever I want
and baby, I want you
you give me something I need
Now tell me I got something for you
come on, come on, come on and do it
come on and uh, do what you do
I can't get enough of your love
I can't get enough of your love
I can't get enough of your love
Well it's late, and I want love
love is gon break me in two
Gonna hang me up in the doorway
Gonna hang me up like ya do
come on, come on, come on and do it
come on and uh, do what you do
I can't get enough of your love
I can't get enough of your love
I can't get enough of your love
I can't get enough of your love
I can't get enough of your love
I can't get enough of your love
I can't I can't get enough of your love
I can't get enough of your love
I can't get enough of your love
I can't get enough of your love...

The Zutons - Pressure Point (2004)


From the album Who Killed...The Zutons?



I can't get this pressure point out of my head
I can't get this pressure point out of my head
I feel it in work, you know, I feel it in bed
I can't get this pressure point out of my head
I've paid all my bills and I've acted so well
Ain't been cheating, there's nothing to tell
So why all this pressure, I dont understand
I call on my neighbours, and lend them a hand

Doctor, oh doctor, I'm willing to learn
Well all of my bones, well they toss and they turn
Mother, oh mother, I'm begging you please
To rid me of madness and cure this disease

Maybe told you what I have become
With all of this pressure, my mind's on a run
Why maybe its changing, let's hope for the best
Maybe it's something to get off my chest

Doctor, oh doctor, I'm begging you please
To rid me of madness and cure this disease
Mother, oh mother, I'm willing to learn
Well all of my bones, well they toss and they turn

Pressure pressure pressure pressure...
Pressure pressure pressure pressure...
Pressure pressure pressure pressure...
Pressure pressure pressure pressure...

I can't get this pressure point out of my head
I can't get this pressure point out of my head
I feel it in work, you know, I feel it in bed
I can't get this pressure point out of my head

pressure pressure pressure pressure pressure pressure pressure pressure
AAAAAAAhhh ... Pressure pressure pressure pressure pressure...
AAAAAAAhhh ... Pressure pressure pressure pressure pressure...
AAAAAAAhhh ... Pressure pressure pressure pressure pressure...
AAAAAAAhhh ... Pressure pressure pressure pressure pressure...

lunes, 5 de octubre de 2009

The Thrills - Big Sur (2003)


From the album So Much for the City in 2003



So much for the city
Tell me that you'll dance to the end
Just tell me that you'll dance to the end

Hey, hey you're the monkees
People said you monkeyed around
But nobody's listening now

Just don't go back to Big Sur
Hangin' around, lettin' your old man down
Just don't go back to Big Sur
Baby baby please don't go

So much for the street lights
They're never gonna guide you home
No they're never gonna guide you home

Down at the steam boat show,
All the kids start spittin'
I guess it didn't live up to the billing.

Just don't go back to Big Sur
Hangin' around, lettin' your old man down
Just don't go back to Big Sur
Baby baby please don't go

miércoles, 30 de septiembre de 2009

Living Colour - Crosstown Traffic [Live] (2008)


From the DVD Experience Hendrix in 2008



You jump in front of my car when you,
You know all the time that
Ninty miles an hour, girl, is the speed I drive
You tell me its alright, you dont mind a little pain
You say you just want me to take you for a ride

Youre just like crosstown traffic
So hard to get through to you
Crosstown traffic
I dont need to run over you
Crosstown traffic
All you do is slow me down
And Im tryin to get on the other side of town

Im not the only soul whos accused of hit and run
Tire tracks all across your back
I can see you had your fun
But darlin cant you see my signals turn from green to red
And with you I can see a traffic jam straight up ahead

Youre just like crosstown traffic
So hard to get through to you
Crosstown traffic
I dont need to run over you
Crosstown traffic
All you do is slow me down
And I got better things on the other side of town

viernes, 18 de septiembre de 2009

Dire Straits - Sultans of swing (1978)


From the album Dire Straits in 1978



You get a shiver in the dark
Its been raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel all right when you hear that music ring

You step inside but you dont see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Too much competition too many other places
But not too many horns can make that sound
Way on downsouth way on downsouth london town

You check out guitar george he knows all the chords
Mind hes strictly rhythm he doesnt want to make it cry or sing
And an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing

And harry doesnt mind if he doesnt make the scene
Hes got a daytime job hes doing alright
He can play honky tonk just like anything
Saving it up for friday night
With the sultans with the sultans of swing

And a crowd of young boys theyre fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They dont give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It aint what they call rock and roll
And the sultans played creole

And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
thank you goodnight now its time to go home
And he makes it fast with one more thing
we are the sultans of swing