estereofònicx

Això és el subtitel

* Queen

Publicat el 31 de març de 2007 per frap


Under Pressure

El gran Freddie Mercury

I una versió en directe:

Under Pressure by Queen & David Bowie

Um boom ba bay
Um boom ba bay
Um Um boom ba bay bay

Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure
That burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets

Um ba ba bay
Um ba ba bay
Dee day duh
Ee day duh

It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming get me out!
Tomorrow takes me higher
Pressure on people
People on streets

Day day day
da da dup bup bup
Okay

Chippin’ around
kick my brains round the floor
These are the days
It never rains but it pours
Ee do bay bup
Ee do bay ba bup
Ee do bup
Bay bup
People on streets
Dee da dee da day
People on streets
Dee da dee da dee da dee da

It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming let me out!
Tomorrow takes me high high higher
Pressure on people
People on streets

Turned away from it all
Like the blind man
Sat on a fence but it don’t work
Keep coming up with love
But it’s so slashed and torn
Why why why?

(Love, love, love, love)

Insanity laughs under pressure we’re cracking
Can’t we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can’t we give love that one more chance?
Why can’t we give love give love give love?
Give love give love give love give love give love give love?
Cause love’s such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care
For the people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way
Of caring about ourselves
This is our last dance

This is ourselves
Under Pressure
Under Pressure
Pressure

* The Mars Volta

Publicat el 29 de març de 2007 per frap


Roulette Dares (The Haunt Of)


Transient jet lag ecto mimed bison
This is the haunt of roulette dares
Ruse of metacarpi
Caveat emptor….to all that enter here
Open wrists talk back again
In the wounded of its skin
They’ll pinprick the witness
In ritual contrition
The am trinity fell upon asphyxia-derailed
In the rattles of…
Made its way through the tracks
Of a snail slouching whisper
A half mass comute through umbilical blisters
Spector will lurk
Radar has gathered
Midnight nooses from boxcar cadavers
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
It’s because this is
Cranial bleeding
Leaches train the living
Cursed are they who speak its name
Ruse of metacarpi
Caveat emptor to all that enter here
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
It’s because this is
Ratteling the laughter
Hinges splintering inside
Bludgeoned to a saddle
Rang the cloister bell inside
inside
inside
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
it’s because this is

Publicat dins de directes | Deixa un comentari

* Dut

Publicat el 28 de març de 2007 per frap


Petrolioa ere (El petroli també)

"Askatu korapiloa" (2000)

"no queda ninguna razón para matar
todas han muerto"

"somos tan pequeños como los granos de arena del desierto,
del desierto que fue mar"

En aquesta cançó hi ha un fragment en èuscar i un fragment recitat en castellà. Transcric el fragment en èuscar i la seva traducció i seguidament la poesia en castellà:

"Petrolioa ere etorkina da, baina hauxe ez da pateran iritsi. Giza-baloreen burtsan kotizatzen ez dutenak zer? Hay un abismo donde habia un estrecho. Gasolindegi argitan, irrifarreak iragarkitan. Hilotzak hotzak hondartzan ahazturaren ilargitan. Itsas-artean heriotz zuloa."

"També el petroli és immigrant però no ha arribat en patera. I els que no cotitzen a la borsa dels valors humans, què? Hi ha un abisme on hi havia un estret. Iluminades gasolineres, somriures d’anunci. Freds cadàvers a les platges, a la llum de la lluna de l’oblit."


——————

300.000 pesetas

lo que es tierra fue mar en el desierto que bosque fue

nosotros islas vagabundas


en un mar que yaya no es libre


vándalos entre los desechos de Al-Andalus.


300.000 pesetas



no quiero morir sin haber vivido


llegar lo más lejos que me sea posible y mirar;


eso quiero, mirar hacia delante…


las estrellas nacen en el corazón del desierto


el sol me lo enseñó


camino del Jebel Sahro


el tesoro está escondido tras los ojos de un niño


300.000 pesetas



no veré como desaparecen las ovejas


ni estaré allí cuando para siempre no llueva


mírame hombre blanco, míralo todo


y entierra tus armas de fuego en el sereno silencio


del gran bosque de la noche




no es la primera vez que hago este viaje.


nunca es igual.


quería que mis hermanos me viesen.


ellos también pueden intentarlo.


dios no escucha todo el tiempo.

dios también duerme


y su sueño es nuestro olvido, nuestra libertad


300.000 pesetas



el viento nos llevará cuando seamos olas


no queda ninguna razón para matar


todas han muerto


moriremos en el mar porque del mar venimos


alguien las encuentra siempre y nacen de nuevo


no soy nadie. mi voz no escribe

en nuestro corto viaje ni siquiera hemos aprendido

a salir de casa.


300.000 pesetas



el estrecho se hace gigante.


el ruido del motor parece querer ahogar


todos los pensamientos…sólo consigue mecerlos


sobre el oscuro horizonte.


en permanente huida merodeamos


(como islas vagabundas)


trozos de un naufragio en las ciudades sin sueño




luces en la noche


reflejos azules sobre las aguas negras


estamos perdidos en cualquier lugar


nuestros nombres perdieron su sentido




luces en la noche


la costa está cerca


la costa nunca llega


seré fuerte hasta que llegue mi momento


ahora sé algo sobre la vida en ese lado


hay más estrechos haciéndose abismales


somos tan pequeños como los granos de arena del desierto,


del desierto que fue mar




Alhucemas – El Morche…


Tánger – Algeciras…


Tirana – Bari…


La Habana – Miami…


Belgrado – Berlin…


El Paso – Las Cruces…


Grozni – Beirut…


Nogales – Tucson…

Enllaç 1

Publicat dins de cançons | Deixa un comentari

* Pearl jam

Publicat el 27 de març de 2007 per frap

Do The Evolution

Woo..
I’m ahead, I’m a man
I’m the first mammal to wear pants, yeah
I’m at peace with my lust
I can kill cause in God I trust, yeah
It’s evolution, baby

I’m at piece, I’m the man
Buying stocks on the day of the crash
On the loose, I’m a truck
All the rolling hills, I’ll flatten em out, yeah
It’s herd behavior, uh huh
It’s evolution, baby

Admire me, admire my home
Admire my song, heres my coat
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This land is mine, this land is free
I’ll do what I want but irresponsibly
It’s evolution, baby

I’m a thief, I’m a liar
Theres my church, I sing in the choir:
(hallelujah hallelujah)

Admire me, admire my home
Admire my song, admire my clothes
cause we know, appetite for a nightly feast
Those ignorant indians got nothin on me
Nothin, why?
Because, it’s evolution, baby!

I’m ahead, I’m advanced
I’m the first mammal to make plans, yeah
I crawled the earth, but now I’m higher
Twenty-ten, watch it go to fire
It’s evolution, baby (2x)
Do the evolution
Come on, come on, come on

Alive

* 16 Horsepower

Publicat el 27 de març de 2007 per frap

Sinnerman

o sinnerman where will you run to

sinnerman where will you run to

sinnerman where will you run to

all on that day

run to the mountain

the mountain wont hide you

run to the sea

the sea will not have you

and run to your grave

your grave will not hold you

all on that day

see sinnerman

mountains are falling

sinnerman

the sea it rages

sinnerman

the grave will not hold you

all on that day

run to the lord

lord please hide me

run to the lord

sinnerman

sinnerman

sinnerman

where you gonna run to

all on that day

run to the mountain

the mountain wont hide you

and run to the sea

the sea will not hold you

and run to your grave

the grave will not hide you

all on that day

sinnerman

the mountain is falling

and sinnerman

the sea it rages

and sinnerman

sinnerman

sinnerman

where will you run to

all on that day

the mountain wont hide you

the sea wont have you

and the grave will not hold you

all on that day

Publicat dins de directes | Deixa un comentari

* Bob Marley

Publicat el 26 de març de 2007 per frap

War

Until the philosophy which hold one race superior
And another
Inferior
Is finally
And permanently
Discredited
And abandoned –
Everywhere is war –
Me say war.

That until there no longer
First class and second class citizens of any nation
Until the colour of a mans skin
Is of no more significance than the colour of his eyes –
Me say war.

That until the basic human rights
Are equally guaranteed to all,
Without regard to race –
Dis a war.

That until that day
The dream of lasting peace,
World citizenship
Rule of international morality
Will remain in but a fleeting illusion to be pursued,
But never attained –
Now everywhere is war – war.

And until the ignoble and unhappy regimes
That hold our brothers in angola,
In mozambique,
South africa
Sub-human bondage
Have been toppled,
Utterly destroyed –
Well, everywhere is war –
Me say war.

War in the east,
War in the west,
War up north,
War down south –
War – war –
Rumours of war.
And until that day,
The african continent
Will not know peace,
We africans will fight – we find it necessary –
And we know we shall win
As we are confident
In the victory

Of good over evil –
Good over evil, yeah!
Good over evil –
Good over evil, yeah!
Good over evil –
Good over evil, yeah!

Publicat dins de directes | Deixa un comentari

* Clann Zú

Publicat el 25 de març de 2007 per frap


Words for Snow

A partir de més o menys la meitat, la cançó és genial.

So many call here on their way down below & I’ll be here burning till
the end of time. Thoughts of the falling burn from the ceiling to wall &
I’ll be here waiting till the end of time. And nothing here is safe &
nothing here is sacred & the thing you care for most will crawl away
wounded as you tell it you love it, into the dark recesses & hollowed
out corners of nothing. And the last touch is always the hardest & the
last touch is always the same & the last look is the one that will kill
ya & the last touch is the one that will drive you insane. And as the
night fell & the gutters swelled with the roar of the pissing city & the
falling balling & crawling below he sat shaking uncontrollably by the
window looking over the pestilent street. And he sat & he prayed & he
prayed & he sat & he prayed to St. Augustus, St Brigid, Padre Pio,
patron saint of all sinners, patron saint of all fools, patron saint of
every fucking dying crawling thing beneath him, shouting out the names
of the dead & forgotten. And he cried out for Christ’s sake help me! For
Christ’s sake get me out of here! God of all sick things get me the fuck
out of here! Release me!

I un vídeo:

Five Thousand More

Enllaç 1

Publicat dins de cançons | Deixa un comentari

* R.E.M.

Publicat el 24 de març de 2007 per frap

It’s The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)

That’s great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane –
Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn –
world serves its own needs, regardless of your own needs. Feed it up a knock,
speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height,
down height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for
hire and a combat site. Left her, wasn’t coming in a hurry with the furies
breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered
crop. Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population,
common group, but it’ll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its
own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the
reverent in the right – right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright
light, feeling pretty psyched.

It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

Six o’clock – TV hour. Don’t get caught in foreign tower. Slash and burn,
return, listen to yourself churn. Lock him in uniform and book burning,
blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle,
light a motive. Step down, step down. Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh,
this means no fear – cavalier. Renegade and steer clear! A tournament,
a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives
and I decline.

It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

The other night I tripped a nice continental drift divide. Mount St. Edelite.
Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs.
Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic,
slam, but neck, right? Right.

It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine…fine…

(It’s time I had some time alone)

Publicat dins de cançons | Deixa un comentari