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Aquesta gent tenen cançons bones, el problema és que quan van a platós de televisió el cantant no és capaç ni d’acabar les cançons, cançons que són bones però en aquests casos irreconeixibles. És divertit veure com al·lucinen els presentadors. Impagable!

Craig Nicholls, el cantant del grup, té un caràcter molt problemàtic que ha estat a punt de suposar la separació de la banda més d’una vegada, baralles entre els components, incidents amb la premsa (en un concert va saltar de l’escenari per pegar un fotògraf), cancel·lacions de gires i tot un seguit de petits escàndols. Es veu que pateix una malaltia que entre altres coses és una forma d’autisme.

Això és rock’n’roll que diria un.

The Vines!

Get Free

Outtathaway!

Get Free

Aquesta és la bona, ara sí, Get Free en directe i reconeixble. Canyaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!

Outtathaway!

I ara també, Outtathaway! reconeixible. El vídeo clip de la cançó.

Hard To Handle

Rock’n’Roll baby.

Baby here I am
Im the man on the scene
I can give you what you want
But you gotta come home with me

I have got some good old lovin
And I got some more in store
When I get through throwin it on you
You gotta come back for more

(chorus)

Boys and things that come by the dozen
That aint nothin but drugstore lovin
Hey little thing let me light your candle
cause mama Im sure hard to handle, now,
Gets around

Action speaks louder than words
And Im a man of great experience
I know youve got another man
But I can love you better than him

Take my hand dont be afraid
Im gonna prove every word I say
Im advertising love for free
So you can place your ad with me

(chorus)

Boys come along a dime by the dozen
That aint nothing but ten cent lovin
Hey little thing let me light your candle
cause mama Im sure hard to handle, now,
Gets around

Hotel California

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
?this could be heaven or this could be hell?
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say…

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year, you can find it here

Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the captain,
?please bring me my wine?
He said, ?we haven?t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine?
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say…

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin? it up at the hotel california
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said ?we are all just prisoners here, of our own device?
And in the master?s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can?t kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
?relax,? said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!

Un trio que és massa.

Welcome To Stop

Una cançó amb imatges de concerts.

Darling, I

Una cançó en directe.

Enllaç 1

Enllaç 2

Trash Flavored Trash

Això sembla un concurs, a veure qui crida més, però molen.

Set Fire To The Face On Fire

The Trees

Una de hippies canadencs.

Wart Hog i altres

Sunday Bloody Sunday

Aquesta cançó sempre formarà part de la meva vida. Cada cop que l’escolto se’m posa la pell de gallina.

I cant believe the news today
Oh, I cant close my eyes and make it go away
How long…
How long must we sing this song?
How long? how long…

cause tonight…we can be as one
Tonight…

Broken bottles under childrens feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I wont heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall

Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday bloody sunday…)
(allright lets go!)

And the battles just begun
Theres many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart

Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday

How long…
How long must we sing this song?
How long? how long…

cause tonight…we can be as one
Tonight…
Tonight…

Sunday, bloody sunday (tonight)
Tonight
Sunday, bloody sunday (tonight)
(come get some!)

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
I wipe your tears away
(sunday, bloody sunday)
I wipe your blood shot eyes
(sunday, bloody sunday)

Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday, bloody sunday)
Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday, bloody sunday)
(here I come!)

And its true we are immune
When fact is fiction and tv reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die

The real battle yet begun (sunday, bloody sunday)
To claim the victory jesus won (sunday, bloody sunday)
On…

Sunday bloody sunday
Sunday bloody sunday…

Otherside

Concert a Slane Castle (Irlanda).

How long how long will I slide
Separate my side I don’t
I don’t believe it’s bad
Slit my throat
It’s all I ever

I heard your voice through a photograph
I thought it up it brought up the past
Once you know you can never go back
I’ve got to take it on the otherside

Centuries are what it meant to me
A cemetery where I marry the sea
Stranger things could never change my mind
I’ve got to take it on the otherside
Take it on the otherside
Take it on
Take it on

Pour my life into a paper cup
The ashtray’s full and I’m spillin’ my guts
She wants to know am I still a slut
I’ve got to take it on the otherside

Scarlet starlet and she’s in my bed
A candidate for my soul mate bled
Push the trigger and pull the thread
I’ve got to take it on the otherside
Take it on the otherside
Take it on
Take it on

Turn me on take me for a hard ride
Burn me out leave me on the otherside
I yell and tell it that
It’s not my friend
I tear it down I tear it down
And then it’s born again

How long I don’t believe it’s bad
Slit my throat
It’s all I ever

Quins temps aquells.

Seek & Destroy

Fade to Black

Master of the Puppets

I tu? Ets un Clash?

Complete Control

Train In Vain (Stand By Me)

Amsterdam

Cantar…Passió…Sentiment.

Dans le port d’Amsterdam

Y a des marins qui chantent

Les rêves qui les hantent

Au large d’Amsterdam

Dans le port d’Amsterdam

Y a des marins qui dorment

Comme des oriflammes

Le long des berges mornes

Dans le port d’Amsterdam

Y a des marins qui meurent

Pleins de bière et de drames

Aux premières lueurs

Mais dans le port d’Amsterdam

Y a des marins qui naissent

Dans la chaleur épaisse

Des langueurs océanes



Dans le port d’Amsterdam

Y a des marins qui mangent

Sur des nappes trop blanches

Des poissons ruisselants

Ils vous montrent des dents

A croquer la fortune

A décroisser la lune

A bouffer des haubans

Et ça sent la morue

Jusque dans le coeur des frites

Que leurs grosses mains invitent

A revenir en plus

Puis se lèvent en riant

Dans un bruit de tempête

Referment leur braguette

Et sortent en rotant



Dans le port d’Amsterdam

Y a des marins qui dansent

En se frottant la panse

Sur la panse des femmes

Et ils tournent et ils dansent

Comme des soleils crachés

Dans le son déchiré

D’un accordéon rance

Ils se tordent le cou

Pour mieux s’entendre rire

Jusqu’à ce que tout à coup

L’accordéon expire

Alors le geste grave

Alors le regard fier

Ils ramènent leur batave

Jusqu’en pleine lumière



Dans le port d’Amsterdam

Y a des marins qui boivent

Et qui boivent et reboivent

Et qui reboivent encore

Ils boivent à la santé

Des putains d’Amsterdarn

De Hambourg ou d’ailleurs

Enfin ils boivent aux dames

Qui leur donnent leur joli corps

Qui leur donnent leur vertu

Pour une pièce en or

Et quand ils ont bien bu

Se plantent le nez au ciel

Se mouchent dans les étoiles

Et ils pissent comme je pleure

Sur les femmes infidèles



Dans le port d’Amsterdam

Dans le port d’Amsterdam

La versió en anglès que va fer en David Bowie, Port of Amsterdam:

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

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

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!