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viernes, 25 de septiembre de 2009

The Monkees - I'm A Believer (1966)


From the album More of The Monkees in 1967



I thought love was only true in fairy tales
Meant for someone else but not for me.
Love was out to get me
That's the way it seemed.
Disappointment haunted all my dreams.

Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love, I'm a believer!
I couldn't leave her if I tried.

I thought love was more or less a given thing,
Seems the more I gave the less I got.
What's the use in tryin'?
All you get is pain.
When I needed sunshine I got rain.

Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love, I'm a believer!
I couldn't leave her if I tried

martes, 22 de septiembre de 2009

Harry Nilsson - Everybody's Talkin' (1969)


From a single in 1969



Everybody's talkin' at me
Can't hear a word they're sayin'
Only the echos of my mind
People stop and stare
I can't see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes

I'm Going where the sun keeps shinin'
Through the pourin' rain
Goin' where the weather suits my clothes
Bankin' off of a northeast wind
And sailin' on a summer breeze
Skippin' over the ocean like a stone

I'm Going where the sun keeps shinin'
Through the pourin' rain
Goin' where the weather suits my clothes
Bankin' off of a northeast wind
And sailin' on a summer breeze
Skippin' over the ocean like a stone

Everybody's talkin' at me
Can't hear a word they're sayin'
Only the echos of my mind
I won't let you leave my love behind
No, I won't let you leave my love behind
I won't let you leave my love behind
No, I won't let you leave my love behind

martes, 1 de septiembre de 2009

Tracy Chapman - Fast Car (1988)


From the album Tracy Chapman in 1988



You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere

Anyplace is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe well make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove

You got a fast car
And I got a plan to get us out of here
I been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
We wont have to drive too far
Just cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
And finally see what it means to be living

You see my old mans got a problem
He live with the bottle thats the way it is
He says his bodys too old for working
I say his bodys too young to look like his
My mama went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said somebodys got to take care of him
So I quit school and thats what I did

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way

I remember we were driving driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You got a fast car
And we go cruising to entertain ourselves
You still aint got a job
And I work in a market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better
Youll find work and Ill get promoted
Well move out of the shelter
Buy a big house and live in the suburbs
You got a fast car
And I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do of your kids
Id always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me would find it
I got no plans I aint going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so you can fly away
You gotta make a decision
You leave tonight or live and die this way

martes, 7 de julio de 2009

Robyn Hitchcock & the Venus 3 - Saturday Groovers (2009)


From the album Goodnight Oslo in 2009



Pa pa para papa para paaa
One, two, a-one, two, three, four

I can smell the smoke from the lungs
of the Saturday groovers
Busy doing nothing when you're young
Saturday groovers
Nothing will move us
Saturday groovers
(Saturday groovers)
Pa pa para papa para paaa
Para ra rapaaa
(Para ra rapaaa paaa)
Para ra rapaaa

All the mad old girls
Mad old boys
Did we ever get it together

Emphysema, heart disease and gout
Nothing will move us
(Saturday groovers)
Saturday groovers
I heard you cleaned your act up
You old trout
Saturday groovers
(Saturday groovers)
Nothing will move us
Saturday groovers

Come on down the battered cross
Eno's got some "Mental floss" 'cause
Every saturday's a groove
Every saturday's a groove
Every saturday's a groove

Did we ever get it together
Did we ever get it together
Did we ever