miércoles, 31 de marzo de 2010

más música original



Lógicamente se lo dedico a Mercedes.

Cuando ha empezado no sabía cómo podía ir tan rápida la batería. Luego he visto el truco.

miércoles, 24 de marzo de 2010

John Scofield & The Piety Street Band - That's Enough



You know they told me somethin' 'bout
They're talkin' 'bout me, oh really I don't mind
They try to stop and block my progress all of the time

Well, all the mean things you said don't make me feel bad
I can't miss a friend Lord, that I never had
I've got Jesus, Jesus and that's enough

Understand see, you're talkin' 'bout the great emancipator
Oh, and a heart regulator, Jesus is, oh Jesus is
He'll make my way brighter, my burden lighter
Yes He will, oh yes He will

Well now, you may scorn me and turn your back on me
I got God's arm wrapped all around me
I got Jesus, Lord Jesus, and that's enough

[Incomprehensible] He save me and He fought me
And He taught me all this, my Shepard, He's my God
I can feel Him, oh fighting by my side

I got Jesus and that's enough
I got Jesus and that's enough
I got Jesus and that's enough
I got Jesus and that's enough

Yeah, yeah, you can scorn me and turn your back on me
God's got His arms wrapped all, all around me
[Incomprehensible] and that's enough
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, ooh ooh

dónde descubrir canciones



Esta canción la descubrí más o menos el verano pasado, y después me olvidé de la canción y del grupo. Y hace poco escuché otra canción de ellos... en el fifa 2010, tienen una canción en la banda sonora (y además bastante chula): Gold Guns Girls. Tienen un toque eléctrico un poco desagradable, pero me parecen muy buenos.

Lo cierto es que al cabo de un tiempo las radios "alternativas" ponen todo el rato lo mismo, y casi todo es muy parecido entre sí. Así que, sin despreciarlas, hay que seguir buscando nuevas fuentes para descubrir canciones:
-Recomendaciones de amigos (la más fiable)
-Música que aparece en anuncios de la tele
-En películas
-Y también, en videojuegos

martes, 23 de marzo de 2010

Gabriella Cilmi - Sweet about me



Ohh watching me, hanging by a string this time.
Ohh easily, the climax of the perfect lie.
Ohh watching me, hanging by a string this time.
Ohh easily, smile worth a hundred lies.

If there’s lessons to be learned, I’d rather get my jamming words in first so, tell you something that I’ve found, that the worlds a better place when it’s upside down boy.

If there’s lessons to be learned, I’d rather get my jamming words in first so, when your playing with desire, don’t come running to my place when it burns like fire boy.

Sweet about me, nothing sweet about me, Yehh
Sweet about me, nothing sweet about me, Yehh
Sweet about me, nothing sweet about me, Yehh
Sweet about me, nothing sweet about me, Yehh

Blue, blue, blue, waves they crash as time goes by, so hard to catch. Too, too smooth, ain’t all that, why don’t you ride on my side of the tracks.

If there’s lessons to be learned, I’d rather get my jamming words in first so, when your playing with desire, don’t come running to my place when it burns like fire boy.

Sweet about me, nothing sweet about me, Yehh
Sweet about me, nothing sweet about me, Yehh
Sweet about me, nothing sweet about me, Yehh
Sweet about me, nothing sweet about me, Yehh
(fading out)
Sweet about me, nothing sweet about me, Yehh
Sweet about me, nothing sweet about me, Yehh
Sweet about me, nothing sweet about me, Yehh

lunes, 22 de marzo de 2010

Rage Against the Machine - Guerrilla Radio



Transmission third world war third round
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
No shelter if you're lookin' for shade
I lick shots at the brutal charade
As the polls close like a casket
On truth devoured
A Silent play in the shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The camera's eyes on choice disguised
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
Yes a spectacle monopolized
They hold the reins and stole your eyes
Or the fistagons
The bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks
Who staff the party ranks
More for Gore or the son of a drug lord
None of the above fuck it cut the cord

Lights out
Guerrilla Radio
Turn that shit up

Lights out
Guerrilla Radio
Turn that shit up

Lights out
Guerrilla Radio
Turn that shit up

Lights out
Guerrilla Radio

Contact I highjacked the frequencies
Blockin' the beltway
Move on D.C.
Way past the days of Bombin' M.C.'s
Sound off Mumia guan be free
Who gottem yo check the federal file
All you pen devils know the trial was vile
An army of pigs try to silence my style
Off 'em all out that box
It's my radio dial

Lights out
Guerrilla Radio
Turn that shit up

Lights out
Guerrilla Radio
Turn that shit up

Lights out
Guerrilla Radio
Turn that shit up

Lights out
Guerrilla Radio
Turn that shit up

It has to start somewhere It has to start sometime
What better place than here, what better time than now?

All hell can't stop us now
All hell can't stop us now
All hell can't stop us now
All hell can't stop us now
All hell can't stop us now
All hell can't stop us now

domingo, 21 de marzo de 2010

System of a Down - B.Y.O.B. (Bring you own bombs)



WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR!
Barbarisms by Barbaras
With pointed heels.
Victorious, victories kneel.
For brand new spankin' deals.
Marching forward hypocritic
And hypnotic computers.
You depend on our protection,

Yet you feed us lies from the table cloth.
La la la la la la la la la,
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.

Kneeling roses disappearing,
Into Moses' dry mouth,
Breaking into Fort Knox,
Stealing our intentions,
Hangars sitting dripped in oil,
Crying FREEDOM!

Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the table cloth.
La la la la la la la la la,
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.

Blast off, it's party time,
And we don't live in a fascist nation,
Blast off, it's party time,
And where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?

Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor? [X4]

Kneeling roses disappearing,
Into Moses' dry mouth,
Breaking into Fort Knox,
Stealing our intentions,
Hangars sitting dripped in oil,
Crying FREEDOM!

Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth.
La la la la la la la la la,
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sun

Where the fuck are you!
Where the fuck are you!

Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor? [X3]
Why, do, they always send the poor [X3]
They only send the poor [x2]

viernes, 19 de marzo de 2010

Black Eyed Peas - Let's Get It Started



Let's Get It Started, in here...

And the base keep runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and
runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and...

In this context, there's no disrespect, so, when I bust my rhyme, you break your necks.
We got five minutes for us to disconnect, from all intellect collect the rhythm effect.
Obstacles are inefficient, follow your intuition, free your inner soul and break away from tradition.
Coz when we beat out, girl it's pullin without. You wouldn't believe how we wow shit out.
Burn it till it's burned out. Turn it till it's turned out. Act up from north, west, east, south.

Everybody, everybody, let's get into it.
Get stupid.
Get it started, get it started, get it started.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here. Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here. Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Yeah.

Lose control, of body and soul.
Don't move too fast, people, just take it slow.
Don't get ahead, just jump into it.
Ya'll here a body, two pieces to it.
Get stutted, get stupid.
You'll want me body people will walk you through it.
Step by step, like you're into new kid.
Inch by inch with the new solution.
Trench men hits, with no delusion.
The feeling's irresistible and that's how we movin'.

Everybody, everybody, let's get into it.
Get stupid.
Get it started, get it started, get it started.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here. Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here. Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Yeah.

Runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin runnin' and...

C'mon y'all, lets get woohoo!
Lets get woohoo! (in here)
Lets get woohoo!
Lets get woohoo! (in here)
Lets get woohoo!
Lets get woohoo! (in here) Ow, ow, ow!
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya...

Let's get ill, that's the deal.
At the gate, we'll bring the bud top drill. (Just)
Lose your mind this is the time,
Ya'll test this drill, Just and bang your spine. (Just)
Bob your head like epilepsy, up inside your club or in your Bentley.
Get messy, loud and sick.
Ya'll mount past slow mo in another head trip. (So)
Come then now do not correct it, let's get pregnant let's get hectic.

Everybody, everybody, let's get into it.
Get stupid. (Come on)
Get it started (come one) , get it started (yeah), get it started.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here. Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here.
Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here. Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started
(woah, woah, woah) in here.
Yeah.

Lets get woohoo!
Lets get woohoo! (in here)
Lets get woohoo!
Lets get woohoo! (in here)
Lets get woohoo!
Lets get woohoo! (in here) Ow, ow, ow!
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya...

Runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin'

jueves, 18 de marzo de 2010

Ska-p - Crimen Sollicitationis



Tocamientos, sacramentos
felaciones, juramientos
te enseño mi doctrina en forma de erección
Abuso de los niños, perversión y puro vicio
bajo mi sotana puedes encontrar a Dios

El confesionario es nuestro "tortuario"
Ay! Padre nuestro líbranos de él
En la sacristía hay mucha pederastia
Ay! Padre nuestro mas líbranos de él

CURAS, Violación, vejaciones a un menor
CURAS, ¡Qué más da! si nadie se va a enterar
CURAS, sin precaución tengo plena protección
CURAS, Meditad! ¿Quién me dio la inmunidad?

JUDAS, MI NOMBRE ES RATZINGER
JUDAS, SOY BENEDICTO XVI
JUDAS, YO LO FORMALICÉ
JUDAS, JUDAS, CERRANDO BOCAS

JUDAS, EN EL NOMBRE DE DIOS
JUDAS, FINANCIAREMOS SU PERDÓN
JUDAS, DÁNDOLE PRIORIDAD
JUDAS, A TAPAR ESCÁNDALOS

Miembros de la Curia, párrocos del sufrimiento
Crueles violaciones que al final se lleva el viento
Babosos violadores, carecéis de sentimientos
Los llantos de los niños que el pontífice ha encubierto

Oremos mis infantes por detrás y por delante
Todos desnuditos a los ojos del señor
Se encargan mis hermanos, los perros del Vaticano
de maquillar la mierda, que no llegue el mal olor

El confesionario es nuestro "tortuario"...

CURAS, Violación, vejaciones a un menor...

JUDAS, MY NAME IS RATZINGER
JUDAS, SOY BENEDICTO XVI
JUDAS, YO LO FORMALICÉ
JUDAS, JUDAS, CERRANDO BOCAS

JUDAS, EN EL NOMBRE DE DIOS
JUDAS, FINANCIAREMOS SU PERDÓN
JUDAS, DANDOLE PRIORIDAD
JUDAS, A TAPAR ESCÁNDALOS

Miembros de la Curia, párrocos del sufrimiento...

1 y 2, es tu religión, 3 y 4, tu alma ya está a salvo
5 y 6, silencio a lo que veis, 7 y 8, Lágrimas y Gozos
CRIMEN SOLLICITATIONIS
1 Y 2, que no te vea Dios, 3 y 4, malditos bastardos
5 y 6, cuidao con lo que hacéis, 7 y 8 Lágrimas y Gozos
¡Basta de tiranos! ODIO AL VATICANO