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I en un altre Pub sonava això (en directe també):

Mustang Sally

Jo em drogo
Tu et drogues
Ell es droga
Nosaltres ens droguem
Vosaltres us drogueu
Ells es droguen

Baby Julie Come Home

Hi ha vegades que quan descobreixes una banda et preguntes "I que coi feia jo sense conèixer aquesta gent?" Això és el que m’ha passat amb Kashmir, una banda danesa increïble. Cançons brillants, ben fetes, que omplen de nostàlgia, records, tendresa, tota una amalgama de sentiments a aquell que les escolta.

Kalifornia

The Aftermath

Rocket Brothers

Mr. Crowley

Crazy Train

La mort dona sentit a la vida. Si la mort no existís la vida no tindria sentit. Qui vulgui viure eternament que ho faci.

A què ve això? Us preguntareu. Res, coses meves.

Nutshell

If I can’t be my own

I’d feel better dead

We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight
And yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home

Oooh…oooh…
Oooh…oooh…

My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I find
And yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can’t be my own
I’d feel better dead

Oooh…oooh…

Carry on

Últimament estic molt punki. Rescatant velles cançons.

"Yo ya tengo novia

ya encontré mi amor.

La otra noche la besé

en un callejón"

Enamorado de la muerte

Yo ya tengo novia

ya encontré mi amor.

La otra noche la besé

en un callejón

es alta y morena

siempre está en mi mente

su nombre me volvió loco

su nombre es la muerte.



Un dia la muerte se acercó hasta mi

cuando me dio un beso la reconocí

y vi que era bella, me dijo "vamonos"

yo no tenia fuerza y se marchó



Enamorado de la muerte

su belleza me atrapo

dia y noche está en mi mente

condenado a su amor

Enamorado de la muerte

desde el dia que la vi

dia y noche está en mi mente

y es el fin.

Going Inside

Murderers

The Past Recedes

Mrs. Robinson

Aquell so que a vegades trobem tant a faltar (i més ara, a l’estiu).

Sound of Silence

Ain’t Nobody Home

Everyday I Have The Blues

Vuestra Maldición

La Tortura

Txus

"El pasado ha pasado y por el nada hay que hacer

el presente es un fracaso y el futuro no se ve"

"Perdida la esperanza, perdida la ilusión

los problemas continúan, sin hallarse solución"

"El terror causando hábito, miedo a morir

Ya estás muerto, ya estais muertos"

Cerebros destruidos

Os engañan

Ostres, quina fila Tom.

Delilah

Aquí ja sembles un senyor i no un macarra.

Una altra cançó d’amor:

Diamonds and Rust

Well I’ll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that’s not unusual
It’s just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I’d known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin’s eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust

Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed

Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you’re smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there

Now you’re telling me
You’re not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It’s all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you’re offering me diamonds and rust
I’ve already paid

La versió de Judas Priest:

Una cançó de Bruce Springsteen i Patti Smith.

Because the Night

Take me now baby here as I am
Pull me close, try and understand
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed

Come on now try and understand
The way I feel when Im in your hands
Take my hand come undercover
They cant hurt you now,
Cant hurt you now, cant hurt you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us

Have I doubt when Im alone
Love is a ring, the telephone
Love is an angel disguised as lust
Here in our bed until the morning comes
Come on now try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand as the sun descends
They cant touch you now,
Cant touch you now, cant touch you now
Because the night belongs to lovers …

With love we sleep
With doubt the vicious circle
Turn and burns
Without you I cannot live
Forgive, the yearning burning
I believe its time, too real to feel
So touch me now, touch me now, touch me now
Because the night belongs to lovers …

Because tonight there are two lovers
If we believe in the night we trust
Because tonight there are two lovers …