La verdad es que tenia la discografía de esta banda hace rato en mi reproductor, y nunca me termino de convencer… pero luego de escuchar “Creep”, por una recomendación en Juventud Blogger, le di otra oportunidad. Comencé escuchando “Pablo Honey”, un disco que no es una maravilla, pero tampoco es una basura, asi que segui con otros discos como “In rainbows” y “Amnesiac”, dos CDs que DEBES escuchar antes de morir, porque son EXELENTES. Aca les dejo una canción de cada una…
Radiohead -Packt Like Sardines in a Crushd Tin Box (Amnesiac)
Radiohead - Bodysnatchers ( In Rainbows)
Tambien podemos destacar otras maravillas como 15 step, el mismo Creep, You and Whose army?, Karma Police y muchas más. En fin, muy buena banda, se demoro bastante en engancharme no mas, pero ahora no dejo de escucharla :P.
Una canción que, simplemente por escucharla, ya me encanto, pero luego de averiguar un poco mas sobre ella, me gusto aun mas. El vídeo es bastante bueno, forma parte de la película “The Wall”. Aquí va:
Sin las letras, nada tiene joda, asi que se las voy a tener que poner tambien:
Letra Pink Floyd - The Trial
Good morning, The Worm, Your Honour,
The Crown will plainly show,
The prisoner who now stands before you,
Was caught red-handed showing feelings.
Showing feelings of an almost human nature.
This will not do.
Call the schoolmaster!
I always said he’d come to no good,
In the end, Your Honour.
If they’d let me have my way,
I could have flayed him into shape.
But my hands were tied.
The bleeding hearts and artists,
Let him get away with murder.
Let me hammer him today.
Crazy.
Toys in the attic, I am crazy.
Truly gone fishing.
They must have taken my marbles away.
(Crazy. Toys in the attic, he is crazy.)
You little shit, you’re in it now.
I hope they throw away the key.
You should’ve talked to me more often than you did.
But no! You had to go your own way.
Have you broken any homes up lately?
Just five minutes, Worm, Your Honour,
Him and me alone.
Baaaaaabe!
Come to Mother, baby.
Let me hold you in my arms.
M’Lord, I never meant for him to get in any trouble.
Why’d he ever have to leave me?
Worm, Your Honour, let me take him home.
Crazy.
Over the rainbow, I am crazy.
Bars in the window.
There must have been a door there in the wall.
For when I came in. . .
(Crazy. Over the rainbow, he is crazy.)
The evidence before the court is incontravertible.
There’s no need for the jury to retire.
In all my years of judging I have never heard before,
Of someone more deserving of the full penalty of the law.
The way you made them suffer,
Your exquisite wife and mother,
Fills me with the urge to deficate! — No, Judge, the jury!
Since, my friend, you have revealed your deepest fear,
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers.
Tear down the wall!
Lo interesante es como surgió este CD. Al parecer, Roger Waters formaba un “muro” (”The Wall”) para vivir en su mundo y separse de su malvada madre, su esposa infiel y sus maestros nada amables. El CD en general es muy bueno, pero esta canción en realidad me dejo pensando un poco…
¿Acaso no tenemos un “muro”? A mi me parece que si, que todos tenemos uno, en mayor o menor medida. Tambien me llamo la atención el final de la letra:
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers.
Tear down the wall!
Que vendria a ser algo asi como:
Te sentencio a ser expuesto frente a tus pares
¡Tiren abajo “la pared”!
¿Ser expuesto frente a tus pares? Tal vez a simple vista no sea un castigo muy grave… pero cuando me puse a pensar… en realidad, si, me parecio un castigo bastante malo. El rechazo de la sociedad es una de las peores cosas que puede sufrir alguien.
¿Que opinan? ¿Les gusto la canción? ¿Sacaron las mismas conclusiones que yo? ¿O me creen ya un lunatico que vive dentro de “su muro”?
Después de merecido semi-descanso de mi parte y tras muchos dias de no postear nada por aca, voy a seguir con los post sobre musica, y a ponerles algunas de las canciones que mas me gustan. Tal vez no por la voz, tal vez no por los instrumentos, si no por su letra. Aquí van:
Faithless - Mass Destruction (Lyrics)
Whether long range weapon or suicide bomber
Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether you’re Soaraway Sun or BBC 1
Misinformation is a weapon of mass destruct
You coulda Caucasian or a poor Asian
Racism is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether inflation or globalization
Fear is a weapon of mass destruction
My dad came into my room holding his hat
I knew he was leaving,
He sat on my bed told me some facts.
Son, I have the duty, calling on me
You and your sister be brave my little soldier
And don’t forget all I told ya
Your the mister of the house now remember this
And when you wake up in the morning give ya momma a kiss
Then I had to say goodbye
In the morning woke momma with a kiss on each eyelid,
Even though I’m only a kid
Certain things can’t be hid
Momma grabbed me
Held me like I was made of gold
But left her inner stories untold
I said, momma it will be alright
When daddy comes home, tonight
[CHORUS]
Whether Halliburton, Enron or anyone
Greed is a weapon of mass destruction
We need to find the courages, overcome
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction (x3)
The skin under my chin is exploding again.
I’m getting stress from some other children
I’m holding it in.
We taking sides like a politician
And if i get friction we get to fighting.
I’ll defend my dad he’s the best of all men
and whatever he’s doing he’s doing the right thing.
It’s frightening, but it makes me mad,
Why do all of these people seem to hate my dad?
And if that ain’t enough now i get these spots.
I go to sleep every night with my stomache in knots
And what’s more, i can hear momma next door
Explore the radio for reports of war.
And all we ever seem to do is hide the tears.
Seems like daddy been gone for years.
But he was right, now i’m geared up for the fight
and he would be proud of me.
[CHORUS]
Whether Halliburton, Enron or anyone
Greed is a weapon of mass destruction
We need to find the courage, overcome
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction (x3)
My story stops here, lets be clear.
This scenario is happening everywhere.
And you ain’t going to nirvana or far-vana,
you’re coming right back here to live out your karma.
With even more drama than previously, seriously.
Just how many centuries have we been
waiting for someone else to make us free?
And we refuse to see
that people overseas suffer just like we:
Bad leadership and ego’s unfettered and free
Who feed on the people they’re supposed to lead
I don’t need good people to pray and wait
For the lord to make it all straight.
There’s only now, do it right.
‘Cos I don’t want your daddy, leaving home tonight
[CHORUS]
Whether Halliburton Enron or anyone
Greed is a weapon of mass destruction
We need to find the courages, overcome
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction (x3)
Foo Figthers - The pretender (Lyrics)
Keep you in the dark
You know they all pretend
Keep you in the dark
And so it all began
Send in your skeletons
Sing as their bones come marching in… again
They need you buried deep
The secrets that you keep are at the ready
Are you ready?
I’m finished making sense
Done pleading ignorance
That whole… defense
Spinning infinity, boy
The wheel is spinning me
It’s never-ending, never-ending
Same old story
What if I say I’m not like the others?
What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
You’re the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?
What if I say I’m not like the others?
What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
You’re the pretender
What if I say that I’ll never surrender?
In time our soul untold
I’m just another soul for sale… oh, well
The page is out of print
We are not permanent
We’re temporary, temporary
Same old story
What if I say I’m not like the others?
What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
You’re the pretender
What if I say that I’ll never surrender?
What if I say I’m not like the others?
What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
You’re the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?
I’m the voice inside your head
You refuse to hear
I’m the face that you have to face
Mirrored in your stare
I’m what’s left, I’m what’s right
I’m the enemy
I’m the hand that will take you down
Bring you to your knees
So who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Keep you in the dark
You know they all pretend
What if I say I’m not like the others?
What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
You’re the pretender
What if I say that I’ll never surrender?
What if I say I’m not like the others?
What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
You’re the pretender
What if I say that I’ll never surrender?
What if I say I’m not like the others?
(Keep you in the dark)
What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
(You know they all… pretend)
You’re the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?
What if I say I’m not like the others?
(Keep you in the dark)
What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
(You know they all… pretend)
You’re the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?
So who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Garbage - Sex is not the enemy
no evolution
sometimes it depresses me
the same old same
oh we keep repeating history
the institution curses curiosity
it´s our conviction
sex is not the enemy
a revolution is the solution
I won´t feel guilty
no matter what they´re telling me
I won´t feel dirty and buy into their misery
I won´t be shamed cause I believe that love is free
it fuels the heart and sex is not my enemy
a revolution is the solution
true love is like gold
there´s not enough to go around
but then there´s god and doesn´t god love everyone?
give me a choice
give me a chance to turn the key and find my voice
sex is not the enemy
a revolution is the solution
sex is not the enemy
Garbage - Metal Heart (Lyrics)
I wish I had a metal heart
I could cross the line
I wish I was half as good
As you think I am
Now that we know for sure
They’re telling lies
When they say no one gets hurt and therefore nobody dies
You know it’s hard to believe anything that you hear
They say the world is round
I wish I was as big as you
You’d have to tell the truth
I’d be nothing you could hurt
Nothing you could use
Now that we know for sure
They’re telling lies
When they say no one gets hurt and therefore nobody dies
You know it’s hard to believe anything that you hear
They say the world is round
The world is round
I want to be dependable
I want to be courageous and good
I want to be faithful so that I can be heroic and true
I want to be your friend you can rely on
You can lean on and trust
I want to understand so I can forgive
And be willing to love
I wish I wasn’t flesh and blood
I would not be scared
Of bullets meant with me in mind
Then I could be saved
My sweet lord, take care of me for I think I’m done
Kiss my mother on her cheek and lay my burden down
Lay my burden down
Now that we know for sure
They’re telling lies
When they say no one gets hurt and therefore nobody dies
You know it’s hard to believe anything that you hear
They say the world is round
The world is round
The world is round
The world is round
OK GO - Television, television (Lyrics)
Look at the hottie in the tight jeans
Look at the pipe dreams
Look at the fat man burst at the seams
Look at the captain with the galaxy, right off his balcony
Look at the science and the alchemy
Look at the sirens on the cop cars
Look at the pop stars
Look at the convicts filing the bars
Look at the wife
Look at the knife
Look at the pom-pom prom queen scream and scream and run for her life
It’s always right, the perfect light in the dark of night
Give up the world, give up your life, ’cause you cannot fight the television
Television, television
Television!
Look at them trying to get the flag higher
Look at the quagmire
Look at the tread separate from the tire
Look at the junky trying to get a gram
Look at the betting man
Look at him folding on a better hand
It’s always right, the fearless light in the dark of night
Give up the world, give up your life cause you cannot fight the television
Television, television
Television!
Look at me hypnotized and half alive, maybe it’s four or five
Some parts are sleeping, some parts are paralyzed
Just one more minute, just one more minute, I think I’m almost in it
Television, television
Television, television
Give me tits and politicians (Television, television)
Give me death and demolition (Television, television)
Give me glamour and sedition (Television, television)
Television!
Katie Melua - Crawling up a hill (Lyrics)
Every morning (a)bout half past eight,
My Mummer wakes me says,
“Don’t be late”,
Get to the office, tryin’ to concentrate,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.
So I stop one day to figure it out,
I’ll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt,
To sing the blues that I know about,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.
Minute after minute,
Second after second,
Hour after hour goes by,
Working for a rich girl,
Staying just a poor girl,
Never stop to wonder why.
So here I am in London town,
A better scene Iüm gonna be around,
The kind of music that won’t bring me down,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.
Every morning (a)bout half past eight,
My Mummer wakes me says,
“Don’t be late”,
I get to the office, tryin’ to concentrate,
My life is like a slow train crawling up a hill.
So I stop one day to figure it out,
I’ll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt,
To sing the blues that I know about,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.
Minute after minute,
Second after second,
Hour after hour goes by,
Working for a rich girl,
Staying just a poor girl,
Never stop to wonder why.
So here I am in London town,
A better scene I’m gonna be around,
The kind of music that won’t bring me down,
Life is just a slow train.
So here I am in London town,
A better scene I’m gonna be around,
The kind of music that won’t bring me down,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill
Bueno, tarde un rato en hacerlo pero lo termine. Espero les gusten las canciones :), y sus respectivas letras tambien. Muchas dan para pensar.
Voy a hacer unos memes que tenia pendientes, son como 4 o 5, asi que preparense xD.
Lo que significa mi dominio y alias
Este meme consiste en explicar por que tienes el dominio que tienes y de donde nacio tu alias. Pues bien, el dominio que tengo nacio de que… bah, de no se puta donde. Queria un dominio que diga mas o menos lo que iba a hacer, pero que no me restrinja en cuanto a temas. Y asi quedo: http://frikiorgulloso.com
Y mi alias (Pk_JoA) nace cuando yo me estaba creando mi hermoso mail. Era el segundo, y habre tenido 10 años. Como soy mas olvidadizo que nadie….. ¿por donde estaba? quise poner de mail: joa@hotmail.com, pero obviamente estaba ocupado. Asi que el sistema me recomendo pk_joa@hotmail.com … y bue. Ahi quedo.
Este meme consiste en contestar una serie de preguntas con los titulos de las canciones. (Super dificil, solo recomendable para personas con mucho tiempo libre)
Ultimamente estoy enganchado con Death Cab for a Cutie, en especial un tema llamado I will posses Your Heart. Aunque el tema ya parece acustico (ya que la voz comienza recien en el minuto 4 y medio…) la canción es muy buena. Dura bastante, 8 minutos, pero aun asi creo que vale la pena. Las letras tambien son muy buenas. Se las dejo, dos de las canciones que mas me gustan y las letras de I will posses your heart.
Grapevine Fires
I Will Possess Your Heart + Lyrics
How I wish you could see the potential
The potential of you and me
It’s like a book elegantly bound
But in a language you can’t read just yet
You got to spend some time, love
You got to spend some time with me
And I know that you’ll find love
I will possess your heart
You got to spend some time, love
You got to spend some time with me
And I know that you’ll find love
I will possess your heart
There are days when outside your window
I see my reflection as I slowly pass
And I long for this mirrored perspective
When we’ll be lovers, lovers at last
You got to spend some time, love
You got to spend some time with me
And I know that you’ll find love
I will possess your heart
You got to spend some time, love
You got to spend some time with me
And I know that you’ll find love
I will possess your heart
I will possess your heart
I will possess your heart
You reject my advances and desperate pleas
I won’t let you let me down so easily
So easily
You got to spend some time, love
You got to spend some time with me
And I know that you’ll find love
I will possess your heart
You got to spend some time, love
You got to spend some time with me
And I know that you’ll find love
I will possess your heart
You got to spend some time, love
You got to spend some time with me
And I know that you’ll find love
I will possess your heart
I will possess your heart
I will possess your heart
No tengo problemas con casi ningún estilo de música, yo solo no mas escucho desde Chopin hasta Evanescence, pasando por Franz Ferdinand, Goldfrapp y muchos, muchos mas. Pero hay dos estilos musicales que no soporte y que siempre odiare con toda mi alma. Uno es la cumbia y el otros, es el regateon (o algo así, ya hablare de el mas adelante)
Estos grupos de “música” lo único que hacen es plagiar canciones buenas de artistas buenas pasándolas a su versión cumbiera. Obviamente, horribles. Pero incluso peor, si se puede… es cuando componen ellos sus canciones.
Además, los grupos de cumbia, no son simples bandas. Son sectas. Vos si sos de Yiyo y tu amigo es de Eclip´c (Eclipse mal escrito. ¿Que esperan? Hacen cumbia…) ya no le hablas mal. Es así. Si vos vas a un concierto de Eclip´c y gritas “¡¡¡Aguante Yiyo!!!” no salís vivo. Pero no salís vivo.
Para que vean:
Si me dicen que escuchan cumbia para bailar al pedo en una fiesta… bueno… vaya y pase. ¡Pero lo escuchan por placer! Yo la verdad no entiendo, si alguien me puede explicar…
Hace poco descubrí dos grupos muy buenos, sobre todo me gusta Goldfrapp, un grupo bastante original. Nunca escuche algo parecido a el. Acá les dejo algunas canciones de el:
El otro grupo que descubrí fue a The ting tings, que, aunque no me gusta tanto como Goldfrapp, tiene algunas canciones muy pegadizas, como por ejemplo “Great DJ”:
Este meme me lo pasa gabriux y consiste en elegir mis 5 CDs favoritos, esos que te marcaron y que escuchaste 100000000000000 veces. Esta dificil la cosa, al momento de escribir esto ya tengo decididos 2, los demas tendre que inventarlos elegirlos durante la marcha.
1er Puesto
Buenos muchachos, de “La Mosca”. Ya me no me gustan mas (me volvi ingles ahora xD) pero fue el primer CD de musica que me compre. El CD en cuestion es “Buenos Muchachos”
2do Puesto
Una banda que me encantaba (y, aunque no la escucho todavia, no la odio): Blink-182. Mierda, a este CD lo escuche hasta derretirlo como caramelo. El CD se llamaba tmabien “blink-182″ y fue el ultimo disco del grupo
3er Puesto
Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. El primer CD de “The Beatles” que escuche en mi vida, cortesia de mi tio Eduardo. Estabamos de vacaciones en Brasin en ese entonces, asi que imaginense: Mar, arena & The Beatles. ¿Que podia ser mejor?
4to Puesto
Lily Allen - Alrigth, Still. Creo que el primer CD que me baje por torrent… Lo escuche hasta la muerte, y aun hoy lo sigo haciendo de vez en cuando.
5to Puesto
Este lo elijo simplemente por ser el que estoy escuchando ahora xD. No se me ocurria ningun otro. Es de Kate Nash (de las que ya les habla ayer) y se llama “Made of Bricks”
El meme se lo paso a todo mi Blogroll, y para se den por notificados, un link a cada uno…
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Como siempre voy descubriendo nuevos artistas, y hace un rato los quería compartir con ustedes. A lo mejor de yapa (de paso, ya que están, etc, etc) me pueden recomendar algún otro que me guste.
Últimamente ando enganchadisimo a Kate Nash, me suelen gustar los artistas ingleses, y esta es una de ellas. Nunca me gusto describir mucho a un artista, ni clasificar por genero las cosas. Generalmente, la hago mas fácil y si me gusta lo escucho. Que tanto lío. A ver si les gusta… les dejo dos canciones (la del vídeo la acabo de descubrir, me gusto bastante)
¡Muy bueno! Aunque yo hubiera remplazado esas baterías y demás por las esas “bailarinas” de cuarta que estan en cada videoclip cumbiero que te pueda encontrar.. ¡y obvio! A todos las bandas de cumbia
