26/7/09

Life on Mars - David Bowie

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It's a God awful small affair
To the girl with the mousey hair
But her mummy is yelling, "No!"
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is no where to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a sadd'ning bore
For she's lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on

Sailors
Fighting in the dance hall
Oh man!
Look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man!
Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?

It's on America's tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
'Cause Lennon's on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
But the film is a sadd'ning bore
'Cause I wrote it ten times or more
It's about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on

Sailors
Fighting in the dance hall
Oh man!
Look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man!
Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?

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19/7/09

Mi Canción Preferida según:

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De esclavitud y Cadenas
Bunbury y Vegas
El Tiempo de las Cerezas

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La Negrita - Café Tacuba

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Y bueno el cuento de la negrita sigue así
despues de haber viajado tanto por todo el país
regresa a su costa amada pa'seguir en el malecón
vendo pescado frito con limón

Y si supiera las cosas que pudo ver
que no se parece a nada a los sueños de su niñez
la negrita no comprende de donde fue que salío
el cuento ese que en otro lugar vives mejor

Por que es muy fácil de pensar
que hay que viajar para triunfar
que aqui no hay oportunidad
que en otro lado si la habrá
con la experiencia que adquirio
nunca se pudo olvidar
que en su cadera al caminar
lleva el ritmo de la mar

Por eso un dia nublado se regreso
y vio que aca en puerto
siempre calentaba el sol
y cuando alguien le pregunta
de las cosas que aprendio contesta
que viajar a veces no es mejor

que quedarse al sol es lo mejor
que vende pecado con limon
que si lleva uno lleve dos
por que al rato ya se acabo
ella prepara siempre el mejor
como este no hay dos en el malecon
a pero eso si duro al trabajo
no se vaya uste'a canzar
como dicen que paso
a mi amigo el camaron
o como al sr cangrejo
que por andar de crustaceo
se lo comieron al ajo
o como a ese pescadito
que tiene el ojito azul
creo que viene de lejos
y mire donde fue a dar
no se vaya a regresar
con sus pececitas güeras
por eso a mi la corriente
me ha regresado a mi hogar
por que un pez de agua salada
en rio no puede nadar


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7/7/09

Hasta nuevo aviso

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No se cuantas personas visitaran mi blog regularmente. A ustedes y a los que por esas casualidades llegaron aca y que quedaron un rato, mil disculpas.

Mi Canción Preferida quedara en stand by hasta nuevo aviso. La razon? El disco duro donde guardaba celozamente TODA mi musica y TODOS mis diseños (tambien soy diseñador, verás) dejo de funcionar.

Eso significa que ya no tengo ni el material ni los animos para continuar.

Mil disculpas de nuevo
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5/7/09

Where do you go to (my lovely) - Peter Sarstedt

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You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are

You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard Saint-Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do

But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

I've seen all your qualifications
You got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does

When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pins
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan on your back and on your legs

And when the snow falls you're found in Saint Moritz
With the others of the jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon brandy
But you never get your lips wet, no you don't

But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

Your name, it is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, a-ha-ha-ha

They say that when you get married
It'll be to a millionaire
But they don't realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn

Where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly-born tags, so they try

So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do

I know where you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
'Cause I can look inside your head


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