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Primera Versión (la original): POR UNA CABEZA, Tango de Carlos Gardel y Alfredo Le Pera, 1935

Segunda Versión: POR UNA CABEZA, preformance The Tango Project

Letra:

que melodía…!!!

“Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans”

“Vida es aquello que sucede mientras estás ocupado haciendo otros planes”

John Lennon en el tema “Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy)” del album “Double Fantasy” (1980), su último.



Letra Completa: Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy)

Otras Frases de John

“A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.”

Christianity will go.. It will vanish and shrink. I needn’t argue with that; I’m right and I will be proved right. We’re more popular than Jesus now; I don’t know which will go first — rock and roll or Christianity. Jesus was all right, but his disciples were thick and ordinary. It’s them twisting it that ruins it for me.

You have to be! You might get shot!

Remember me
Don’t you forget me, child
We are all only here
Just for a little while

Do you remember the girl?
The girl that you were dating
Keep all your heart
And then you walked away

Oh yes, he did now
Oh yes, he did

You remember when you were sick
You were cripple and you were lame
I stood by your bed time till you
Were on your feet again

Oh yes, I did now
Oh yes, I did

Oh, somewhere oh down the line
You are gonna see this little heart of mine
Is so large, so wonderful, so true

Oh now, somewhere
Brighter days you’re gonna see
What a big mistake that you made

I said I’m a begging you
I said I’m a begging you
I said I’m pleading, pleading, pleading

Remember me
Don’t you forget me, child
We are all only here
Just for a little while

Oh yes, we’re here now, oh yes, we’re here
I need a little of your love everyday
I need you to sit and to talk to me right now

Every second, every minute, every hour of the day
I need you to hold my little trembling hand
I need you to just stand right by
Oh, my, my, my

Time has told me
Youre a rare rare find
A troubled cure
For a troubled mind.

And time has told me
Not to ask for more
Someday our ocean
Will find its shore.

So i`ll leave the ways that are making me be
What I really dont want to be
Leave the ways that are making me love
What I really dont want to love.

Time has told me
You came with the dawn
A soul with no footprint
A rose with no thorn.

Your tears they tell me
Theres really no way
Of ending your troubles
With things you can say.

And time will tell you
To stay by my side
To keep on trying
til theres no more to hide.

So leave the ways that are making you be
What you really dont want to be
Leave the ways that are making you love
What you really dont want to love.

Time has told me
Youre a rare rare find
A troubled cure
For a troubled mind.

And time has told me
Not to ask for more
For some day our ocean
Will find its shore.

Welcome to the machine es la segunda canción del álbum de 1975 de Pink Floyd Wish You Were Here. En el LP original, la canción sigue a las 5 primeras partes de la suite “Shine on you crazy diamond” con la que enlaza y es la última de la primera cara del disco. En los CD enlaza también con la siguiente, “Have a cigar”. Es notable por su empleo de sintetizadores fuertemente procesados y guitarras, así como una gama amplia y variada de efectos de cinta.

La canción explora la visión negativa del grupo de la industria de música y toda sociedad industrializada. Trata de un aspirante a músico profesional a punto de firmar con un sórdido ejecutivo de la industria discográfica (”la máquina“). Cantada desde el punto de vista del ejecutivo, se predicen las ideas aparentemente rebeldes del muchacho (”Te compraste una guitarra para castigar a tu mamá / No te gusta la escuela / Y sabes que no eres la marioneta de nadie“). Posteriormente, según va siendo asimilado por la maquinaria se destroza esa fantasía de identidad personal “¿Qué soñaste? / No importa. Te diremos qué debes soñar“. La letra es una clara alusión al desencanto del grupo con la industria musical, a la que ven como una máquina de generar dinero en lugar de foro de expresión artística.

El videoclip muestra una sucesión de secuencias inquietantes. Comienza con una bestia mecánica gigantesca en medio de un paisaje urbano apocalíptico. Esta bestia, a medio camino entre un triceratops y un armadillo, podría ser una referencia a la portada del disco Tarkus de Emerson, Lake & Palmer (http://www.ferhiga.com/progre/portadas/elp-tarkus.jpg). Unas chimeneas industriales que se agrietan y exudan sangre. Unas escuálidas ratas merodean entre vigas de acero. Una torre que crece en medio de un desierto. Esta torre se transforma en un monstruo que decapita a un hombre. El vídeo acaba con la cabeza cortada descomponiéndose muy despacio hasta que solo queda el cráneo.

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
Where have you been? its alright we know where youve been.
Youve been in the pipeline, filling in time, provided with toys and
scouting for boys.
You bought a guitar to punish your ma,
And you didnt like school, and you know youre nobodys fool,
So welcome to the machine.

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
What did you dream? its alright we told you what to dream.
You dreamed of a big star, he played a mean guitar,
He always ate in the steak bar. he loved to drive in his jaguar.
So welcome to the machine.

extraído de http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Welcome_to_the_Machine

As soon as your born they make you feel small,
By giving you no time instead of it all,
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you’re clever and they despise a fool,
Till you’re so fucking crazy you can’t follow their rules,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
When they’ve tortured and scared you for twenty odd years,
Then they expect you to pick a career,
When you can’t really function you’re so full of fear,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV,
And you think you’re so clever and classless and free,
But you’re still fucking peasents as far as I can see,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
There’s room at the top they are telling you still,
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,
If you want to be like the folks on the hill,
A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.
If you want to be a hero well just follow me,
If you want to be a hero well just follow me.

No debí pensar jamás
en lograr tu corazón…
Y sin embargo te busqué
hasta que un día te encontré
y con mis besos te aturdí
sin importarme que eras buena.
Tu ilusión fue de cristal,
se rompió cuando partí,
pues nunca, nunca más volví…
¡Qué amarga fue tu pena!

“No te olvides de mí,
de tu Grisel”,
me dijiste al besar
el Cristo aquél…
Y hoy, que vivo enloquecido
porque no te olvidé,
ni te acuerdas de mí,
¡Grisel!, ¡Grisel!

Me faltó después tu voz
y el calor de tu mirar,
y como un loco te busqué
pero ya nunca te encontré
y en otros besos me aturdí.
¡Mi vida fue todo engaño!
¿Qué será, Grisel, de mí…?
¡Se cumplió la ley de Dios
porque sus culpas ya pagó
quien te hizo tanto daño!

Debía retomar el control de mi blog, no estoy escribiendo mucho y una amiga ahora ya sin blog tomó prestado el mio para su causa. Es que mi vida está en “estand by” (juro que no se como decirlo en castellano, si alguien sabe que me diga).

Este tema no deja de sonar desde hace ya unos días en mi cabeza, obvio que la versión de La La La del Flaco Spinetta y Fito Paez. Ahora se los regalo a ustedes (quienes quiera que sean).

FINDE EN CAYASTÁ CON LOS PIBES,

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“High Hopes” - Pink Floyd

Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun

Along the Long Road and on down the Causeway
Do they still meet there by the Cut

There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The nights of wonder

Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide

At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world

Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
There’s a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
Though down this road we’ve been so many times

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river

Forever and ever