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[gicu]

Esta cancion de Manolo Garcia me mata 
A QUIEN TANTO HE QUERIDO
No quiero tu amor.
Ni escuchar tu voz, ni vivir por ti.

No quiero tu amor.
Porque cuanto más te alejas más libre me siento.
De ti ya nada espero
que el camino acaba aquí.

Ya no soy
ni canción ni sueño.
Ya no estás.
Ya no siento el zarpazo de tu silencio.
Hoy es como si todo hubiese pasado hace tiempo.
Te llevas el capote bolero de mis pasiones.
Ni me interesa ni lo lamento.

Hoy quiero tu amor.
Y escuchar tu voz y vivir por ti.
Hoy quiero tu amor
porque cuanto más te alejas más triste me siento.
De ti ya nada espero
que el camino acaba aquí.

Ya no soy ni fin ni destino.
Ahora sé que acabó lo que compartimos.

Ya olvidé tu voz, tu piel,
aunque llore por ti alguna vez.
Mi corazón libre es pero siente la pena.

De caricias aéreas enmarañé tu cuerpo.
A quien tanto he querido le escribo.
Ya no peino tu pelo,
son los dedos del viento.

[Dalai]

yo me se varias de El último de la fila y Manolo García. Quizá la que mas me guste sea Aviones Plateados..nu se, son tantas...

[Don Vito]

The River by The Boss -- El jefe

I come from down in the valley
Where mister, when you're young
They bring you up to do like your daddy done
Me and Mary we met in high school
When she was just seventeen
We'd drive out of this valley down to where the fields were green

We'd go down to the river
And into the river we'd dive
Oh down to the river we'd ride

Then I got Mary pregnant
And, man, that was all she wrote
And for my 19th birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat
We went down to the courthouse
And the judge put it all to rest
No wedding day smiles, no walk down the aisle
No flowers, no wedding dress

That night we went down to the river
And into the river we'd dive
Oh down to the river we did ride

I got a job working construction for the Johnstown Company
But lately there ain't been much work on account of the economy
Now all them things that seemed so important
Well mister they vanished right into the air
Now I just act like I don't remember
Mary acts like she don't care

But I remember us riding in my brother's car
Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir
At night on them banks I'd lie awake
And pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take
Now those memories come back to haunt me
They haunt me like a curse
Is a dream a lie if it don't come true
Or is it something worse,
that sends me
Down to the river
though I know the river is dry
That sends me down to the river tonight
Down to the river
My baby and I
Oh down to the river we ride

te kiero

[gicu]

Mirame y tocame. Antonio Orozco

Siento que tu alma me engulle
Que paren el tiempo, en este momento
te siento por dentro,
mi mente se aleja,
mis labios no sienten tu dulce sonrrisa.
Que paren el tiempo, en este momento.

La locura me ronda la mente
cuendo puedo sentirte y no verte
la locura me ronda la mente,
necesito tenerte cerca
necesito saber lo que sientes.

Y mirame no dejes de mirarme
mirame no dejes de tocarme
tocame no me dejes que despuerte de este sueño
aunque todo sea mentira.

Y mirame no dejes de mirarme,
mirame no dejes de tocarme,
tocame no me dejes que despuerte de este sueño
aunque todo sea mentira.
Sea mentira.

Sueño que estoy a tu lado
que tu con tus manos rozas las mias,
intento tocarte y no lo consigo
entonces despierto y no estoy contigo
entonces despierto y no estoy contigo.

La locura me ronda la mente
cuendo puedo sentirte y no verte
la locura me ronda la mente,
necesito tenerte cerca
necesito saver lo k sientes.

Y mirame no dejes de mirarme
mirame no dejes de tocarme
tocame no me dejes que despuerte de este sueño
aunque todo sea mentira.


Y mirame no dejes de mirarme,
mirame no dejes de tocarme,
tocame no me dejes que despuerte de este sueño
aunque todo sea mentira.
Sea mentira.

[athelas]

Don McLean - American pie

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they'd be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn't take one more step.

I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock 'n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin' in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin',
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone,
But that's not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil's only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan's spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn't play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die."

[vardetrolla]

En el lago  [TRIANA]


Ayer  tarde al lago fui con la intención de conocer  algo nuevo.
Nos unimos allí y todo comenzó a surgir como un sueño
Creo recordar que por la noche
El pájaro blanco echo a volar
De nuestros corazones en busca de una estrella fuga.
Vimos juntos el amanecer y el lago reflejó nuestros sueños.
En silencio fuimos  a caer junto al gran monte aquel que nos dio el amor
No puedo  negar que me hizo daño que mi corazón huye de ti
As de ser como la mañana, del día que te conocí.

[NeoLink]

aqui os dejo una de las maravillas de nach el gran rapero español, con unas letras buenisimas.

                   

Nach-Barras y estrellas:

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Bajo las lagrimas de dios
nació un hombre que quiso controlar el mundo
engaños, guerras, opresión, mentiras,
hicieron de los estados unidos de América
la nación mas grande de la historia

de su política... no te creas nada
y de su ética... no te creas nada
nación fanática... no te creas nada
esto es América... no te creas nada

Erase una vez en América
una tierra poderosa una población nerviosa
y demasiado histérica
siglos de grandeza histórica
no quiero crear polémica si digo que para mi es trágica
empezaron robando esclavos de África
sus nietos hoy son hombres atrapados en prisiones como ática
moral y ética radical, fanática
y cada cual su propia vida controla

familias que sonríen en publico y lloran a solas
niños que compran pistolas igual que coca colas
a todas horas suenan disparos y voces de alarma
pero los ricos no se enteran, sus barrios están en calma

donde está el sentido común necesario u.s.a. es la ley
nos mienten cada telediario
porque el señor george bush es el mayor fascista
y cualquier extranjero es sospechoso terrorista
imperialismo militar en sus portadas de revistas
todo por las pasta, instinto economista
mientras su bandera ondea, cada uno alardea
de las altas esferas con las que se codea
crea una ilusión el himno de una nación
...lo oyes...
de California a harlett desde el down jones a los proyecs
____________
explica lo que hay, tanta represión y ego ____
prueba la América ___ y después vomita

pensando en la paz que este gobierno tan hipócrita nos quita
o q es Afganistán y Sadan ayer Vietnam
el dios ante necesita corre y acude a su cita

barras y estrellas
barras y estrellas
no te creas nada

América tierra de colosos, estilo de vida de ricos y poderosos
sus leyes e ideas sus normas y sus consignas
...crees en ellas?...
América, vives entre barras o entre estrellas
América, tierra de mafiosos, estilos de vida de pobres y peligrosos
sus leyes e ideas sus normas y sus consignas
...crees en ellas?...
América, vives entre barras o entre estrellas

porque existe súper villanos y no existen súper héroes
si no me crees, dime, quien salvo aquellas dos torres?
gentes corren y el transito nunca está quieto
sin mas pasas del barrio, residencial o al guetto
practica la libertad de expresión que se te a otorgado
criticas su absurda guerra y serás castigado
se huele en el ambiente

América, muere lentamente y ella misma se lo a buscado
contaminando el planeta
afnar y bler son tan solo marionetas de este juego
y el mundo arde en el fuego de su dominio infernal
todo país oriental que no obedezca está en el eje del mal
y grandes empresas que controlan la campaña electoral
para su propio beneficio, eso me saca de quicio
y en el centro comercial, latinos y negratas son presas del racismo policial
y esperan juicio

sucia sociedad de vicios y delincuentes
jóvenes inocente en el corredor de la muerte
porque si eres diferente nadie perdona tu desliz
tranquilos que hollewood pondrá un final feliz

es el sueño americano al alcance de tu mano
si haces algo productivo tu esfuerzo no será en vano
si América pierde el control
tu dar el béisbol, un día de acción de gracias
o una play station, one nation
segada por el dar a dar veile
en Ohio y Arkansas, en kuicis a Beberli Hill
la historia del lujo y del crimen
tu como vives, dime
tras las barras de esa celda junto a estrellas de cine

barras y estrellas
barras y estrellas
no te crea nada

América tierra de colosos, estilo de vida de ricos y poderosos
sus leyes e ideas sus normas y sus consignas
...crees en ellas?...
América, vives entre barras o entre estrellas
América, tierra de mafiosos, estilos de vida de pobres y peligrosos
sus leyes e ideas sus normas y sus consignas
...crees en ellas?...
América, vives entre barras o entre estrellas

de su política... no te creas nada
y de su ética... no te creas nada
nación fanática... no te creas nada
esto es América... no te creas nada

de su política... no te creas nada
y de su ética... no te creas nada
nación fanática... no te creas nada
esto es América... no te creas nada

[gicu]

RESPIRO PARA TI. EL TIEMPO Y LUCIA MUŃOZ


Al vaivén de tus palabras, me rebelo contra el miedo,
trenzo dudas en tu pelo,
piedra contra piedra es el preludio del incencio.

Tú que enredas mi silencio con canciones olvidadas,
no hay ventajas en tu asedio
y a los ojos de la piel solo hay dos almas enfrentadas.

Yo respiro para ti,
me cambio por tu voz,
que esquiva los inviernos y refleja lo que soy,
respiro para ti, esa es mi decisión,
ya no quiero mįs lunas que desvi en mi atención,
respiro para ti.

En tus alas polvorientas hay temor a los comienzos,
yo deshielo tu camino con sal de un mar que ayer nos vio jurar nunca perdernos.
Cubre el agua nuestras manos que buscándose se pierden,
la candela de tus labios enciendes
y susurras que no puede llover siempre.

Yo repiro para ti, me cambio por tu voz,
que esquiva los inviernos y refleja lo que soy,
respiro para ti, esa es mi decisión,
ya no quiero mįs lunas que desvíen mi atención,
respiro para ti.

[Soraya]

Hace ya tiempo que me sentí "idéntificada" con la letra.Me mintieron y lo pasé mu malamente.Pero siempre se remonta.
Es de Pasión Vega,no conozco a muxa gente que le guste,a mi algunas y sobretodo la letra...

Mienteme

Ahora que no te tengo, que lo nuestro queda lejos, veo todo claro.. nunca te ha importado.. Querer es muy complicado, no es quedarse a un lado, es dejarse la vida tras de cada esquina.. es dar sin nada a cambio..

Me niego a vivir esclava de mis heridas.. me dejo llevar, tus ojos fueron mi guía.. Que mi locura eres tú, y lo que se ha vuelto mi vida, y aunque estás cerca de mí, me siento sola y vacía.. dime qué haces con mis días..

Miénteme, como hiciste la primera vez.. que por más que lo intento, no te creo.. Con el miedo de encontrarte entre los brazos de otra amante, ayúdame a olvidarte.. ayúdame a olvidarte..

Te ahoga tanto silencio, y a mí me devora el tiempo. Si te viera un momento.. si te cuento qué siento.. Donde el corazón me lleva es un mar lleno de estrellas, que por más que me duela, te darán lo que quieras..

Me niego a vivir esclava de mis heridas.. me dejo llevar, tus ojos fueron mi guía.. Que mi locura eres tú, y lo que se ha vuelto mi vida, y aunque estás cerca de mí, me siento sola y vacía.. dime qué haces con mis días..

Miénteme, como hiciste la primera vez.. que por más que lo intento, no te creo.. Con el miedo de encontrarte entre los brazos de otra amante, ayúdame a olvidarte.. ayúdame a olvidarte..

Que cada beso que nos damos, y cada abrazo, me hacen daño. Yo pido a dios que llegue el día en que tú salgas por fin de mi vida..

Ayúdame a olvidarte.. ayúdame a olvidarte..

Miénteme, como hiciste la primera vez.. que por más que lo intento, no te creo.. Con el miedo de encontrarte entre los brazos de otra amante, ayúdame a olvidarte.. ayúdame a olvidarte..

Con el miedo de encontrarte entre los brazos de otra amante, ayúdame a olvidarte.. ayúdame a olvidarte..

[Dalai]

ah, por eso decías lo de Pinocho el otro día ahhhh, como no me lo querías explicar 

[Soraya]

Jajajajaja bobooooooo

[gicu]

Pasión Vega tiene una voz impresionante. Hy muchos temas suyos que tb. a mi me gustan. Y cuando canta Ojos Verdes es pa morirse a rajas. que voooooooooooooooozzz

[Steve Mcqueen]

Hurricane
Bob Dylan
Live 1975

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world. 

[Otto Oktazio]

Louis Armstrong


What a wonderful world
Que mundo tan maravilloso

 
I see trees of green,
Veo árboles de verde,

Red roses too
rosas rojas tambien

I see them bloom
Las veo florecer

For me and you
para tí y para mí

And I think to myself
Y pienso para mí

What a wonderful world.
Que mundo tan maravilloso




I see skies of blue
Veo cielos de azul

And clouds of white
y nubes de blanco

The bright blessed day,
La bendición de un día brillante

The dark sacred night
La sagrada y oscura noche

And I think to myself
Y pienso para mí

What a wonderful world.
Que mundo tan maravilloso




The colors of the rainbow
Los colores del arcoiris

So pretty in the sky
tan bonitos en el cielo

Are also on the faces
están tambien en las caras

Of people going by
de la gente que pasa

I see friends shaking hands
Veo amigos dándose la mano

Saying how do you do
diciendo "Que tal estás?"

They're really saying
En realidad están diciendo

I love you.
"Te quiero"




I hear babies crying,
Oígo bebés llorando,

I watch them grow
los observo crecer

They'll learn much more
Aprenderán mucho más

Than I'll ever know
que lo que yo nunca sabré

And I think to myself
Y pienso para mí

What a wonderful world
Que mundo tan maravilloso

Yes I think to myself
Si, pienso para mí

What a wonderful world.
Que mundo tan maravilloso

[Dalai]

tantas de Los Piratas.....El equilibrio es imposible