lunes, mayo 22, 2006

Así nunca volvió a ser *

Parece que por fin podré postear mirando a la luna, y ver el cielo a través de la ventana, dejar pensamientos por la noche, a cualquier hora....rodeada de mis cosas.

Otro nuevo comienzo tuvo lugar hace unos cuantos años cuando me enamoré de sonidos de guitarras cristalinas, canciones pop llenas de alegría, que siempre me pareció increíble que estuvieran tan escondidas...

Este fin de semana he descubierto que no sólo su música es bonita, sino también sus letras, y su concierto fue muy divertido, con su punto de nostalgia pero de la que gusta tener porque a veces es bonito echar la vista atrás....

The Frank and Walters
"Colours"
What's the colour of love?
What's the colour of life?
What's the colour of fear?
What's the colour of strife?
Watch the colours all changing
Watch the colours collide

Indian ocean
Maybe you'd like to come and live on the ocean
Maybe you'd like to come and live by the sea
If you don't mind I'll stay inside my emotion
If you don't mind I'll sail along with the breeze
If you don't mind I'll sail along here with me

How can I exist
It's time we stopped the pretending
That we don't need love to get by
I know you're feeling the same way
cos you can't look me in the eye
It's time that we got together
And made it right

After all
After all I really love you After all that we've been through
I know that we fight, And our gets pushed to the side
Still it ends alright
After all I really need you Don't know how I'd live without you
Days they go by, And you're always there at my side
Girl I'm glad you're mine

* Título de un poema de Ángel González

2 comentarios:

hippie dijo...

se te olvidó esta letra que, aunque no sea original, también me resultó un tanto nostálgica...

FUNKT COLD MEDINA
I went up to this girl, she said, "Hi, my name is Sheena"
I thought she'd be good to go with a little Funky Cold Medina
She said, "I'd like a drink," I said, "Ehm - ok, I'll go get it"
Then a couple sips she cold licked her lips, and I knew that she was with it
So I took her to my crib, and everything went well as planned
But when she got undressed, it was a big old mess, Sheena was a man
So I threw him out, I don't fool around with no Oscar Meyer wiener
You must be sure that the girl is pure for the Funky Cold Medina

algo parecido le pasó a ray davies....

Viola Tricolor dijo...

Jajajaja no la conocía… hay que decir que el estado catatónico en el que cantó esta canción Paul Linehan fue divertidisimo….además yo me hice mi hueco al final y bailé todo lo que quise …. Y mucha nostalgia si….esos bailes de juventud.