Marilyn Manson es hermoso RELOADED

En Bowling for Columbine: 

Moore: Did you know that the day that Columbine happened, the United States dropped more bombs on Kosovo than any other time during that war?

Marilyn: I do know that. And I think that that’s really ironic. Nobody said well, maybe the president had an influence on this violent behavior. Because that’s not the way the media wants to take in and spin it. Turn it into fear. You’re watching television, you’re watching the news. You’re being pumped full of fear. There’s floods, there’s AIDS, there’s murder. Cut to commercial. Buy the Accura. Buy the Colgate. If you have bad breath they’re not gonna talk to you, if you have pimples the girls are not gonna fuck you. And it’s just this campaign of fear and consumption. And that’s what I think it’s all based on, the whole idea: keep everyone afraid and they’ll consume. It’s that simple.

Moore: If you were to talk directly to the kids at Columbine, to the people of the community, what would you say to them, if they were hearing now?

Marilyn: I wouldn’t say a single word to them. I’d listen to what they have to say. And that’s what no one did.

 
And now, versiones:

I Put a Spell on You (Screamin' Jay Hawkins)

This Is Halloween (Nightmare Before Christmas)

Like a Virgin (Madonna), con los pibes de Nine Inch Nails

Another Brick In the Wall (Pink Floyd)

Golden Years (David Bowie)

Personal Jesus (Depeche Mode)



Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) (Eurythmics)


Tainted Love (Gloria Jones/Soft Cell)

"Outdoors" autoversión Sesame de "I'm Yours", by Jason Mraz

Siemprelista, que como su nombre lo indica está siempre enfocada en lo que importa, me pasó esta autoversión de Mraz en Plaza Sésamo. Atenti a la letra: "I won't stay inside no more, no more. I cannot wait to go outdoors". OMG!

"I'm Yours", by Jason Mraz

Well you done, done me, and you bet I felt it
I tried to be chill but you’re so hot I melted.
I fell right through the cracks, 
And now I’m trying to get back 
Before the cool done run out
I’ll be giving it my bestest
And nothing’s going to stop me but divine intervention
I reckon it to get my turn 
To win some or learn some.

I won’t hesitate
No more no more
It cannot wait
I’m yours

Well open up your mind, and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you’re free
Look into your heart and you’ll find love, love, love, love
Listen to the music of the moment people dance and sing
We’re just on big family, 
Its our God forsaken Right to be loved, loved, loved, loved, loved

So I won’t hesitate
No more no more
It cannot wait
I’m sure
There’s no need to
Complicate 
Our time is short
This is our fate
I’m yours

I’ve been spent away to long checking my tongue in the mirror
And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer
But my breath fogged up the glass so I drew in a face and laughed
I guess what I be saying is there ain’t no better reason
To rid your self of vanitisies and just go with the seasons
Its what we aim to do
Our name is our virtue

'Cos I won’t hesitate
No more no more
It cannot wait
I’m yours

Well open up your mind, and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you’re free
I look into your heart and you’ll find... the sky is yours
So please don’t, please don’t
There’s no need to complicate 
Cause our time is short
This oh, this oh, this is our fate 
I’m yours

"Extreme Ways", by Moby

Extreme ways are back again
Extreme places I didn't know
I broke everything new again
Everything that I'd owned
I threw it out the windows, came along
Extreme ways I know move apart
The colors of my sea
Perfect color me

Extreme ways that help me
That help me out late at night
Extreme places I had gone
But never seen any light
Dirty basements, dirty noise
Dirty places coming through
Extreme worlds alone
Did you ever like it then

I would stand in line for this
There's always room in life for this

Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Like it always does, always does

Extreme songs that told me
They helped me down every night
I didn't have much to say
I didn't get above the light
I closed my eyes and closed myself
And closed my world and never opened
Up to anything
That could get me along

I had to close down everything
I had to close down my mind
Too many things to cover me
Too much can make me blind
I've seen so much in so many places
So many heartaches, so many faces
So many dirty things
You couldn't even believe

I would stand in line for this
It's always good in life for this

Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Like it always does, always does 

"Bad Guys", de Bugsy Malone

Contra el día de mierda propio y ajeno, se me apareció esto después de mucho tiempo y me alegró un poco el corazón:

"Don Carlos", de Raúl "Tintabrava" Castro, by Adriana Varela

Buena compañía: Helen Dardik

[Esta obra es de Helen Dardik y la tomé de un blog muy bonito de Marián Lario.]

José Saramago by Daniel Paz

Tomado del blog de Daniel Paz:

¡Dame fuego!

[Robado de Soplar y hacer botellas:]

Cartele

Los chicos sueltos seran vendidos como esclavos.

[En "The Embers", Martínez.]

Weather

-A veces cuando llueve, diluvia. 
Miré dentro de mí, diluviaba. 

E. Mendicutti, Los novios búlgaros.


[Rescatado de viejo blog colectivo (y abandonado), que hoy recordé y (re) visité.]

"Dust Devil", by Madness

Spy the little whizzkid yeah, she's streets ahead
On top of the daybreak and,
The last one to bed
Keeps her gizmo, under her pillow
Little dust devil whipping up a storm

Paving the way for dropouts she's,
Equanimous to the norm
Come early evening, well, she's banging off the ceiling

I said 'Come down!' I am missing you
If these little fingers could paint you into my picture
I said 'Come down!' I am missing you
If these little fingers could draw you into my picture

Holds the toilet seat around her neck
Writes the landlord out another open cheque
Come the daybreak well, she's a self-maid

I said 'Come down!' I am missing you
If these little fingers could paint you into my picture
And I said 'Come down!' I am missing you
If these little fingers could draw you into my picture
They surely would...

I said 'Come down!' I am missing you
If these little fingers could paint you into my picture
And I said 'Come down!' I am missing you
If these little fingers could draw you into my picture

I said 'Come down!' I am missing you
If these little fingers could paint you into my picture
And I said 'Come down!' I am missing you
If these little fingers could draw you into my picture
They surely would...

"Frozen", by Madonna

You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be
You're frozen
When your heart's not open

You're so consumed with how much you get
You waste your time with hate and regret
You're broken
When your heart's not open

Mmm, if I could melt your heart
Mmm, we'd never be apart
Mmm, give yourself to me
Mmm, you hold the key

Now there's no point in placing the blame
And you should know I suffer the same
If I lose you
My heart will be broken

Love is a bird, she needs to fly
Let all the hurt inside of you die
You're frozen
When your heart's not open

If I could melt your heart. 

"Pray For Spanish Eyes", by Madonna

I know for sure his heart is here with me
Though I wish him back, I know he cannot see
My hands trembling
I know he hears me sing

I light this candle
And watch it throw
Tears on my pillow
And if there is a Christ
He'll come tonight
To pray for Spanish eyes
And if I have nothing left to show
Tears on my pillow
What kind of life is this
If God exists
Then help me pray for Spanish eyes

He had to fight like all the rest
In the barrio all the streets are paved with fear
I don't understand; 
At least he was a man

I light this candle
And watch it throw
Tears on my pillow
And if there is a Christ
He'll come tonight
To pray for Spanish eyes
And if I have nothing left to show
Tears on my pillow
What kind of life is this
If God exists
Then help me pray for Spanish eyes

How many lives will they have to take
How much heartache
How many suns will they have to burn
Spanish eyes
When will they ever learn

You were not the Maravilla in our minds
We were proud to fight but we cannot win this blind
Stand your guns against the wall
Who's next in line to fall

I light this candle
And watch it throw
Tears on my pillow
And if there is a Christ
He'll come tonight
To pray for Spanish eyes
And if I have nothing left to show
Tears on my pillow
What kind of life is this
If God exists
Then help me pray for Spanish eyes

Tus lágrimas de tristeza
No me dejan olvidarte

How many lives will they have to take
How much heartache
How many suns will they have to burn
Spanish eyes
When will they ever learn.


[De Like A Prayer, 1989.]

Nada

Si usted no tiene nada que hacer, no venga a hacerlo aquí.

Frank Zappa es el South Park de su generación

Petit selección de mis favs:
"Florentine Pogen" (de One Size Fits All)

"I Have Been in You" + "Flakes" + "Broken Hearts Are for Assholes (de Sheik Yerbouti) 

"Baby Snakes"

"Jewish Princess"

"Sharleena" (de You Can't Do That On Stage Anymore, Vol. 3, 1989)

"Paint It Black", by The Rolling Stones, versiones

[Dedicado a Héctor Larrea, magister musical.]

Elena Roger, versión malambo (la mejor)

The Rolling Stones, la de veras

w.a.s.p.

The Quakes

The Mo-dettes

Apocalyptica, instrumental

Azúcar Moreno, en español, tamizada tecno-tzigane

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens every day

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and must have it painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you

If I look hard enough into the settin' sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls go by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I wanna see it tainted, tainted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it tainted, tainted, tainted, tainted black
Yeah!

[Para más, acá.]

"No volveré", by Chavela Vargas

No encuentro la versión que quiero, pero esta es bien bonita.

Cuando lejos te encuentres de mí
Cuando quieras que esté yo contigo
No hallarás un recuerdo de mí
Ni tendrás más amores conmigo.
Te lo juro que no volveré
Aunque me haga pedazos la vida
Si una vez con locura te amé
Ya de mi alma estarás despedida.

No volveré
Te lo juro por Dios que me mira
Te lo digo llorando de rabia.
No volveré
No pararé
Hasta ver que mi llanto ha formado
Un arroyo de olvido anegado
Donde yo tu recuerdo ahogaré.

Fuimos nubes que el viento apartó
Fuimos piedras que siempre chocamos
Gotas de aqua que el sol resecó
Borracheras que no terminaron.
En el tren de la ausencia me voy
Mi boleto no tiene regreso
Lo que quieras de mí te lo doy
Pero no te devuelvo tus besos.

"Dignificada", by Lila Downs

Hay en la noche un grito,
Y se escucha lejano.
Cuentan al sur,
Es la voz del silencio.
En este armario hay un gato encerrado,

Porque una mujer, porque una mujer,
Defendió su derecho.

De la montaña se escucha la voz de un rayo,
Es el relámpago claro de la verdad.
En esta vida santa que nadie perdona nada,
Pero si una mujer, pero si una mujer,
Pelea por su dignidad.

Ay, morena,
Morenita mía,
No te olvidaré.

Que me doy mi lugar porque yo soy mujer,
Que todo lo que me pasa no me lo puedo creer,
Tanto tú y la mentira y los cholos me ven,
Si lo quiero o no quiero es mi gusto querer.
De tu carne a mi carne, dame taco de res,
Los prefiero y los quiero al que me dé de comer,
Ya probé el que es ajeno, es el pan que no quiero,
Que la voluntad del cielo me mande al primero,
Que me quiera como soy, a ese sí que lo quiero.
A ese sí que lo quiero,
A ese sí que lo quiero.

Te seguí los pasos, niña,
Hasta llegar a la montaña,
Y seguí la ruta de Dios,
Que las animas acompañan.

Hay en la noche un grito,
Y se escucha lejano.
Cuentan al sur,
Es la voz del silencio.
En este armario hay un gato encerrado,
Porque una mujer, porque una mujer,
Defendió su derecho.

De la montaña se escucha la voz de un rayo,
Es el relámpago claro de la verdad.
En esta vida santa que nadie perdona nada,
Pero si una mujer, pero si una mujer,
Pelea por su dignidad.

Ay, morena,
Morenita mía,
No te olvidaré.

"Be My Husband", versiones

Nina Simone, tema escrito por el marido:
 
Damien Rice & Lisa Hannigan, versionando: