Hasta nuevo aviso

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

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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I want you - Bob Dylan

The guilty undertaker sighs,
The lonesome organ grinder cries,
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you.
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn,
But it's not that way,
I wasn't born to lose you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.

The drunken politician leaps
Upon the street where mothers weep
And the saviors who are fast asleep,
They wait for you.
And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin' from my broken cup
And ask me to
Open up the gate for you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.

Now all my fathers, they've gone down
True love they've been without it.
But all their daughters put me down
'Cause I don't think about it.

Well, I return to the Queen of Spades
And talk with my chambermaid.
She knows that I'm not afraid
To look at her.
She is good to me
And there's nothing she doesn't see.
She knows where I'd like to be
But it doesn't matter.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.

Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit,
He spoke to me, I took his flute.
No, I wasn't very cute to him,
Was I?
But I did it, though, because he lied
Because he took you for a ride
And because time was on his side
And because I . . .
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.

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Cuerpo sin alma - Ricardo Cocciante

Y ahora siéntate
alli de frente a mi.
Escuchame muy bien
y sin interrumpir.
Hace ya tiempo que
queria decirtelo.

Tratar de convivir
inutil resultó.
Todo sin alegria
sin una lagrima.
Nada para agregar
ni para dividir.

Tu trampa me atrapó
y yo también cai.
Que pase el próximo
le dejo mi lugar.
Pobre del que vendra
que pena me da.

Cuando en el cuarto él
te pida siempre mas.
Nada te costara
se lo concederas.
Como sabes fingir
si te va cómodo.

Yo te conozco bien
no sufro mas por ti.
Y si vuelves a mi
te lo demostraré.
Porque esta vez yo sé
No se te olvida mas.

Y ahora desnudate
sabes hacerlo bien.
Pero ilusiones no
que ya no tengo mas.
Y te arrepentiras
cuerpo sin alma.

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3 en 1

Just like a woman - Charlotte Gainsbourg y Calexico


Letra aquí
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My way - Frank Sinatra


Letra aqui
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Con la frente marchita - Adriana Valera



Letra aquí
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Mi Cancion Preferida - Vol I

Primer compilatorio de Mi Cancion Preferida. Con el estrenamos template



Track List

01 A Camila
02 Falling Slowly
03 Mediocre
04 Kiss my name
05 Yo no te pido la luna
06 Que linda
07 Pervert Pop Song
08 Blanca
09 Unforgettable
10 Freak me out
11 Secretos y Mentiras
12 Romantico y Ninfómana
13 No me pidas que sea un inconciente
14 Todo parece distinto si no estas
15 Solo tu boca
16 Riot Radio
17 Tu boca

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Riot Radio - The Dead 60´s

Airwaves beam from the light on the tower
Get my kicks from your eleventh hour
Won't you gimme some more
Riot on the radio

Burning up say my mind's on fire
A talk talk speaker on the end of the wire
You know it cancelled it out
Riot on the radio
You know it's turning me on
Riot on the radio

Yaow ow ow aow

Airwaves beam from the light on the tower
Get my kicks from your eleventh hour
Won't you gimme some more
Riot on the radio

You know it's turning me on
Riot on the radio
Riot, Riot!
Won't you gimme some more!
Riot, Riot!

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