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Petrolioa ere (El petroli també)
"Askatu korapiloa" (2000)

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."

Enllaç 1

Needled 24/7

Qui ha dit que el Heavy ha mort?
El cantant d’aquest grup és el mateix dimoni que ha vingut a la terra a posseïr i pervertir les ments dels nostres joves. A la foguera!!!

Avui, més que mai: EIDUR

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

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

Window in the Skies
Un vídeo clip boníssim de la nova cançó d’U2.

Say It’s Possible

El vídeo més votat en l’apartat musical dels millors vídeos de l’any 2006 del YouTube.

En sentirem a parlar d’aquesta noia?

Finalment ha fet un vídeo clip oficial:

Jo em quedo amb el "FLY" o també amb el "Live My Dreams".

Enllaç 1

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!

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

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)

My Little Empire

Perquè tots tenim un petit imperi, allà on ningú el pot trobar, ben amagat. I d’ell en som els reis. Sempre serà vostre.

My little empire
Has risen and it’s set
My little empire
Is as good as it can get
My little empire
Is coming around
My little empire
It don’t make a sound

My royalty it does not exist
It is extinct for the eye to see
My ideology it is dead and gone
Almost forgotten for the eye to see

My little empire
I’m sick of being sick
My little empire
I’m tired of being tired
My little empire
I’m bored of being bored
My little empire
I’m happy being sad

All of my sins are attempts to fill the voids
All of my voids they are filled with sin
All of my demons they are kept within
And all my violence it does not exist

My little empire
I’m happy being sad
My little empire
I’m fucked with being fucked
My little empire
I’m done with being dumb
My little empire
I’m happy being sad
Happy being sad
Happy being sad
Happy being sad

Com ja vaig dir una vegada, el bloc no es fa responsable de les traduccions fetes pel responsable del bloc:

El meu petit imperi
s’ha aixecat i s’ha endurit
El meu petit imperi
És tan bo com jo el puc tenir
El meu petit imperi
Ve al meu voltant
El meu petit imperi
No produeix cap so

La meva reialesa no existeix
És extingit per l’ull per veure
La meva ideologia es morta i marxa
Gairebé oblidada per l’ull per veure-hi

El meu petit imperi
Estic malalt d’estar malalt
El meu petit imperi
Estic cansat d’estar cansat
El meu petit imperi
Estic avorrit d’estar avorrit
El meu petit imperi
Sóc feliç estant trist

Tots els meus pecats intenten omplir els buits
Tots els meus buits s’omplen amb el pecat
Tots els meus dimonis es mantenen a dintre
I tota la meva violència no existeix

El meu petit imperi
Sóc feliç estant trist
El meu petit imperi
Em foto estant fotut
El meu petit imperi
Faig estant mut
El meu petit imperi
Sóc feliç estant trist
Feliç estant trist
Feliç estant trist
Feliç estant trist

Lori Meyers

El tros que m’agrada més és quan canta ella. I diu coses com:

"No sóc la Ventafocs i no espero cap príncep que em salvi."

La Lori Meyers vivia al pis de dalt.
Els nostres pares eren vells amics.
Cada tarda jugàvem a jocs prohibits.
Als nou anys no hi ha prohibicions.

No la vaig reconèixer per la cara,
sinó per una taca de naixement.
Vaig comprar revistes i més cintes:
La prova del delicte. La volia salvar.

"Qui ets tu per dir-me com he de viure?
No venc el meu cos,
només el meu temps.
No sóc la Ventafocs
i no espero cap príncep…
que em salvi. Estic molt bé.

Sé el que és sentir-se degradada.
A la planta d’una fàbrica.
On treballava abans.
Ara tinc el control i no he d’obeir ningú.
Gasto els 50.000 dòlars que guanyo cada any com vull.
On és el problema?"

Paper Hanger

And not one motion her gesture could I forget,
The prettiest bag lady I ever met…
Pushing her cart in the rain, then gathering plastic and glass
She watched the day pass,
Not hour by hour… but pain by pain.
I was a basket filled with holes, and she was the sand I tried to hold
That ran out behind me as I swung with some invisible hand.

I stopped believing, you start to move
(She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine)
I stopped my leaving and the better man bloomed
(And you can pour us out and we won’t mind)

I was dead then alive,
She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine;
You can pour us out, we won’t mind,
As scratch around the mouth of the glass, "My life is no longer mine."

And if you’re still looking for a blanket, sweetie,
I’m sorry, I’m no sort of fabric;
But if you need a tailor… then take your torn shirt, stumble up my stairs,
And mumble your pitiful prayers and in your tangled, knotted sleep,
Our midnight needles go to work until all comfort and fear flows in one river
Down in the shop by the mirror where you see yourself whole… and it makes you shiver.

I stopped believing, you start to move
(She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine)
I stopped my leaving and the better man bloomed
(And you can pour us out and we won’t mind)

I was dead then alive,
She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine;
You can pour us out, we won’t mind,
As scratch around the mouth of the glass, "Our lives our not our own."

Even the wind lay still,
Our essence was fire and cold and movement, movement…
Oh, if they ask you for the sign of the father in you,
Tell them it’s movement, movement, movement of… hope.

Wolf Like Me

Say say my playmate
wont you lay hands on me
mirror my lady
transfer my tragedy

Got a curse i cannot lift
shines when the sunset shifts
when the moon is round and full
gotta bust that box gotta gut that fish

My mind’s aflame

We could jet in a stolen car
but i bet we wouldnt get too far
before the transformation takes
and bloodlust tanks and
crave gets slaked

My mind has changed
my bodys frame but god i like it
my hearts aflame
my bodys strained but god i like it

My mind has changed
my bodys frame but god i like it
my hearts aflame
my bodys strained but god i like it

Charge me your day rate
ill turn you out in kind
when the moon is round and full
gonna teach you tricks that’ll blow your mind
mongrel mind
baby doll i recognize
you’re a hideous thing inside
if ever there were a lucky kind it’s
you you you you

I know its strange another way to get to know you
you’ll never know unless we go so let me show you
i know its strange another way to get to know you
we’ve got till noon here comes the moon
so let it show you
show you now

Dream me oh dreamer
down to the floor
open my hands and let them
weave onto yours

Feel me, completer
down to my core
open my heart and let it
bleed onto yours

Feeding on fever
down all fours
show you what all that
howl is for

Hey hey my playmate
let me lay waste to thee
burned down their hanging trees
it’s hot here hot here hot here hot here

Got a curse we cannot lift
shines when the sunshine shifts
there’s a curse comes with a kiss
the bite that binds the gift that gives

now that we got gone for good
writhing under your riding hood
tell your gra’ma and your mama too
it’s true
we’re howling forever

Rainbow eyes

Si hagués de definir la dolçor amb música, és molt possible que simplement posés aquesta cançó i callés.

"She lay golden in the sun
No broken harmonies
But I’ve lost my way
She had rainbow eyes"

"Però he perdut el meu camí que tenia ulls d’Arc de Sant Martí".

Quins records…

She’s been gone since yesterday
Oh I didn’t care
Never cared for yesterdays
Fancies in the air

No sighs or mysteries
She lay golden in the sun
No broken harmonies
But I’ve lost my way
She had rainbow eyes
Rainbow eyes
Rainbow eyes

Love should be a simple blend
A whispering on the shore
No clever words you cant defend
They lead to never more

No sighs or mysteries
She lay golden in the sun
No broken harmonies
But I’ve lost my way
She had rainbow eyes
Rainbow eyes
Rainbow eyes

Summer nights are colder now
They’ve taken down the fair
And all the lights have died somehow
Or were they ever there

No sighs or mysteries
She lay golden in the sun
No broken harmonies
But I’ve lost my way
She had rainbow eyes

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