"Absolute Beginners", by David Bowie

 

Esta será nuestra canción, porque estaremos empezando de nuevo, 
like beginners, all over again. Si lo dice David, our patron saint,
en su más bello concierto en Glastonbury 25 June 2000.

"I've nothing much to offer
There's nothing much to take
I'm an absolute beginner, [I am]
But I'm absolutely sane
As long as we're together
The rest can go to hell
I absolutely love you
But we're absolute beginners
With eyes completely open
But nervous all the same."

"Runaway", by Del Shannon

1961. Medio que one hit wonder, Del Shannon le canta a la novia escapista, con su joven voz aguda y el pianito magia. Una de esas heróicas que me encantan. Flasheamos con el temazo. 

Not The End.

1986. Dennis Farina, tanito castigador, hace de Mike Torello en Historia el Crimen. Yo veía la serie con mi papá y nos encantaba (cómo extraño a mi papá y esas cosas que hacíamos con él). Y más me encantaba el temita de Del Shannon, porque la serie es de época, de los 60, invento mortal de Michael Mann (awante Mann que luego me daría los Transformers, entre otras joyas). Dicen por ahí que, antes de que Tarantino inventara el revival de músicas y gentes en 1992 con Reservoir Dogs, Mann lo sacó del olvido a Shannon y se la hizo regrabar con la letra cambiada para que hable de detectives y no de la novia díscola. La voz tiene 20 años más, la música funciona perfecto. Gracias, Michael, gracias Del. Gracias, papá, que me la dejabas ver con 10 años.

"God Only Knows", by Brian Wilson y amiguites

 Se está muriendo gente que antes no se moría, diría ASA. Y es más cierto que nunca. Brian se fue de viaje, así que toca poner su tema perfecto (McCartney dixit), en multi-artist performance de la BBC.

Nos gusta cómo canta Eliza Carthy. No la junábamos.

"Burning" (2022), by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

"Into the sea, out of fire
All that burning
Into the sea, out of fire
All that burning
Into the sea, out of fire
All that burning
Into the sea, out of fire
All that burning

What you gonna do when you get to the water?"

Excelente pregunta. Nos sobran los motivos.

"Sunshine On Leith" (1988), by The Proclaimers

Esta es la versión grabada por David Tennant para el álbum de BBC Children in Need: Got It Covered en 2019. El video es un edit matcheando la canción, la letra y los fragmentos del especial donde sale DT, de https://www.instagram.com/the_quintessence_of_tennant/. 

Ty en el minuto 1:50: Say no more.

My heart was broken, my heart was broken

Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow
My heart was broken, my heart was broken
You saw it, you claimed it
You touched it, you saved it

My tears are drying, my tears are drying
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you
My tears are drying, my tears are drying
Your beauty and kindness
Made tears clear my blindness

While I'm worth my room on this Earth
I will be with you
While the Chief puts sunshine on Leith
I'll thank Him for His work
And your birth, and my birth
Yeah, yeah, yeah

My heart was broken, my heart was broken

Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow
My heart was broken, my heart was broken
You saw it, you claimed it
You touched it, you saved it

While I'm worth my room on this Earth
I will be with you
While the Chief puts sunshine on Leith
I'll thank Him for His work
And your birth, and my birth
Yeah, yeah, yeah

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El audio original:

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Un cachito de entrevista:

https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=2508335276088129

"The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning", Smashing Pumpkins

Se está votando la Ley Bases, que va a destruir mi país. Eso.

 

 Send a heartbeat to
The void that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass
For now we stand alone
The world is lost and blown
And we are flesh and blood disinte-

                                                  grate
With no more to hate

Is it bright where you are
Have the people changed
Does it make you happy, you're so strange
And in your darkest hour
I hold secrets flame
We can watch the world devoured in it's pain

Delivered from the blast
The last of a line of lasts
The pale princess of a palace cracked
And now the kingdom comes
Crashing down undone
And I'm a master of a nothing 

                                          place
Of recoil and grace

Is it bright where you are
Have the people changed
Does it make you happy, you're so strange
And in your darkest hour
I hold secrets flame
We can watch the world devoured in it's pain

Time has stopped before us
The sky cannot ignore us
No one can separate us
For we are all that is left
The echo bounces off me
The shadow lost beside me
There's no more need to pretend
'Cause now I can begin again

Is it bright where you are
Have the people changed
Does it make you happy, you're so strange
And in your darkest hour
I hold secrets flame
We can watch the world devoured in it's pain
Strange
Strange
Strange

"Play It Safe", by Tim Minchin

 Minchin, qué decir, cada vez mejor. Como ya es un national treasure en Australia le dieron para hacer la cancioncita para el Sydney Opera House 50th Anniversary, y se mandó esta genialidad. Trajecito violeta, tan precioso, video perfecto, figurine en la escalera. Dice que cuando la escribió se la mostró a su hijo adolescente a ver qué le parecía y el pibe dijo que le daban ganas de hacer lo contrario. 

Todavía resta humanidad. Un poquito al menos.

You've gotta keep it simple
Life is like a song
There are tunes that folk are used to
So if you want 'em to sing along
Just keep it simple

You oughta play it safe
Life is just a game
People like the rules as written
So just give 'em more of the same

No one likes a smart-arse (No one likes a smart-arse)
No one likes it complicated (You've gotta keep it simple)
If you want to go the distance
Find the path of least resistance
And just take it

You don't want to stick your neck out (You don't want to stick your neck out)
They'll take your head off if you do (They're gonna rip your head off)
Just sit up the back and judge others (Hey, sit down!)
It'll keep 'em from judging you

If you're too hard to stomach you'll never amount to nothing
Ain't that something?
No one cares what you have to say
Just shut up and play the role you're cast in (You've got to play the role you're cast in)

You see, all the world's a stage
So just say the lines you're given
Exactly as they're written
And for God's sake
Act your age

No one likes a show-off (No one likes a show-off)
No one likes a clown
Just make sure you don't stand out in the crowd
That way they can't cut you down
You gotta build your walls around you (Build your walls around you)
You build them straight and make 'em square (Build them straight and square)
That way you'll blend in with the background
That way no one will point and stare (No one will point and stare)

You gotta stick to your convictions (Stick to your convictions!)
You gotta nail down your views (Nail 'em down)
You wanna steer clear of the discomfort you feel
When you walk in another person's shoes (You don't need that!)

You gotta work out who your team is
Then wear the badge with pride
Find a box that makes ya comfortable
And then stay the heck inside

On the first day the Lord gave you television (Lord gave you television)
On the next he delivered a couch (He delivers)
Tell me how do you explain all this content
If the universe wanted you out and about

Toe the line
Don your suit
Hide your truth
Wipe your tears
Don't cause trouble
Find your bubble
Stick to black-and-white ideas
Play it safe
Know your place
Know your lines
Know your limits
Find a doctrine
Get it locked in
Build a box and stay in it

Toe the line
Don your suit
Hide your truth
Wipe your tears
Don't cause trouble
Find your bubble
Stick to black-and-white ideas
Play it safe
Keep it beige
Keep it simple and sameish
Leave the weird ideas to the Danish (To the weird old Danish)

You gotta play it safe
Your mind is like a house
If you keep it locked up tight
You just might keep the world out.

"Uninvited", by Alanis Morissette

De la pior remake del cine, City of Angels, que viene a ser Las alas del deseo de Wenders, aghhhh, un tema pectacular de Disco Alanis: 

Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hot-blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you, you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
Must be strangely exciting
To watch the stoic squirm
Must be somewhat heartening
To watch shepherd need shepherd
But you, you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing
You speak of my love like
You have experienced love like mine before
But this is not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
I don't think you unworthy
I need a moment to deliberate

"Don't You (Forget About Me)", by Simple Minds

 Cuando todo se vaya inexorablemente a la mierda, me voy a sentar a ver todas las pelis del Brat Pack, después de todo estaban hechas para mí. Curiosamente, The Breakfast Club la vi de grande, pero es un peliculón al que no le pasa el tiempo. Gracias John Hughes por tantos hitazos con densidad. Y por inmortalizar a Judd Nelson y a Ally Sheedy.

Y la cancioncita:

Fik-Shun baila "Fragile", de Tech N9ne ft. Kendrick Lamar

Es el Besnine Remix, que no está en espótifai y es mil veces mejor que la original, pero bueh, ahora está acá.

You said you'd never ever break, down
But here I am sweeping, pieces off of the ground
You said you'd never, ever play, to crowds
But I've seen you hoping to play songs to them now
I've spent all night long scared of tomorrow, broke my alarm
Everything's almost lost, pick it up slow, before it's gone
We're fragile
(Wish I'd have known)
I never thought I'd be so fragile
(You're not alone)
If it didn't break before it's about to
(We've been here before)
I don't ever want to change
I'm fragile
I don't ever
Some of the people appointed to give an opinion
Never do get it
I want you to come on and gobble a jimmy and... die
N9na be giving the remedy and why?
Critics are really the enemy and I
Can't stand the way they slam today's gifted
Effin' incredible, get fanned away with grands to pay
This jam will lay scripted
Deaf and impeccable
Write a rhyme and I put everything in a flow
I'm the N9ne I'm a look very mean
When a foe scribe a line but he has never been at a show
By the times it'll be better, leave it in the sto'
'Cause they wrote nothin' but lies, quotes stuck in my eyes
Amateur writer dissin'
He's a beginner and hopes for your demise, folks some may despise
Never do try to listen
It's real, I'm mad
Clueless when you scribble on your pad
How you gonna criticize with a chisel on your nads sizzling your ad
You don't really get why I'm so pissed? Understand this (Understand this)
I'm an artist, and I'm sensitive about my shit, yes I'm
We're fragile
(Wish I'd have known)
I never thought I'd be so fragile
(You're not alone)
If it didn't break before it's about to
(We've been here before)
I don't ever want to change
I'm fragile
I don't ever
Tell me that I'm famous
Tell me that my name is
Big as Venus Jupiter and then Uranus
Tell me that your anus got your head in it
I can smell the articles and know you're heinous
Tell me that you love me, always thinkin' of me
Unconditional, I'm hoping I'm your favourite
Grab a fishing pole and throw me with the sharks
That's the feelin' I get when you're concentratin'
On this pen, on this pad
Tell me you're willin' to diss on my craft
Tell me the feelin' of pickin' apart this track
Stop
Puttin' my heart and my soul in these lines
Tellin' me platinum and gold all the time
Lookin' to bury, a deep hole for mine
Drop
This is more than you, and this is more than you
And your entire building slanderin' and abusin'
What I call the realest comin' from a student
Told myself to use a poem as an UZI
Empty magazine, I seen a magazine
You seen my trigger finger, then I started shootin'
That was nicotine, I'm 'bout to smoke 'em all
And journalists involved should've known my music
We're fragile
(Wish I'd have known)
I never thought I'd be so fragile
(You're not alone)
If it didn't break before it's about to
(We've been here before)
I don't ever want to change
I'm fragile
I don't ever

"Losing my religion", by Puddles Pitty Party

Una cosa genial que hace, además de cortar un pedazo de la canción, es cambiar la palabra confessions por la palabra concessions. Gracias Puddles.

"¿Cómo que no?", de Gustavo "Príncipe" Pena

Me vuelvo loca. No lo conocía. Lo pone Galende en su programa: una cantada por Ana Prada y después esta. Muero muerta. Es todo eso que el Uruguay es para mí en las tripas.
Vayan a visitarlo:
http://imaginandobuenas.com.uy/

Los pibes allá en la esquina
están como dibujaos.
No les pagan sus pecaos,
no les tocó religión.
Esperan la tardecita
y van hasta la placita.
Fuman y beben un poco,
después tocan el tambor.

Porque esperan que en el cielo esté el amor
Que no tuviste vos, que no!
Cómo que no?
Míralo, míralos.

Los pibes cumplen condenas,
entran y salen las penas.
Entran y salen las penas,
de su niño corazón.
Y tienen la valentía
de ganarse el día a día,
aunque una noche sin luna
se pierda tu encendedor.

Porque tiene mucho cielo y mucho mar
Me gusta este lugar, qué no!
Cómo que no?
Míralo, míralo!

Regando el patio a manguera,
niña de la primavera.
Niña de la primavera,
regá mi patio de amor.
Que llega otro nuevo año,
que se somete a la espera
de que se haga verdadera,
tu locura y tu ilusión.

Porque tiene mucho cielo y mucho mar
Me gusta este lugar, qué no!
Cómo que no?
Míralo, míralo!

Ursula Le Guin (1929-2018)

A los 13, Edu, amiga de mamá, nos prestó la edición tapa blanda de Minotauro de Un mago de Terramar, tapa de Chichoni, claro. De ahí en adelante, solo amor para Úrsula.
Discurso de los National Book Awards 2014

"Hal", by Yasmine Hamdan

Dedicada al tsunami que me armé para este inicio de 2016.

La mujer increíble esta canta en la peli de Jim Jarmusch, Only Lovers Left Alive, con Tilda y Tom. Morí muerta de amor. Gracias Sil Ch que me pasó la recomendación.
[El resto de la banda de sonido es de Sqürl, banda de Jarmush, muy genial, que hace las composiciones que son del personaje de Hiddleston.]

"Steady as she goes", by The Raconteurs

Gracias, Bill, por esta banda. "Steady as she goes", dice Wiki que es el comando para mantener el curso del barco derechito...
Video 1 by Jim Jarmush.


Video dos, by The Malloys con Paul Reubens (sí, PeeWee):

"Chandelier", by Sia, versiones

Zapping me regala esto:
[Selfie, season 01 episode 10.]


... y yo me acuerdo de esto:
[mi payaso favorito]


... y de ahí a ver de quién es y aparece esto:
[Sia, who knew that we already knew her!]


y en vivo en SNL, con mimo:


Con letra, porque es muy buena también:

Party girls don't get hurt
Can't feel anything, when will I learn
I push it down, push it down
I'm the one "for a good time call"
Phone's blowin' up, ringin' my doorbell
I feel the love, feel the love

1,2,3 1,2,3 drink
1,2,3 1,2,3 drink
1,2,3 1,2,3 drink
Throw 'em back, 'til I lose count

I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist, like it doesn't exist
I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry
I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier

But I'm holding on for dear life,
won't look down, won't open my eyes
Keep my glass full until morning light,
'cos I'm just holding on for tonight
Help me, I'm holding on for dear life,
won't look down, won't open my eyes
Keep my glass full until morning light,
'cos I'm just holding on for tonight
On for tonight

Sun is up, I'm a mess
Gotta get out now, gotta run from this
Here comes the shame, here comes the shame

1,2,3 1,2,3 drink
1,2,3 1,2,3 drink
1,2,3 1,2,3 drink
Throw 'em back, 'til I lose count

I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist, like it doesn't exist
I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry
I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier.

But I'm holding on for dear life,
won't look down, won't open my eyes
Keep my glass full until morning light,
'cos I'm just holding on for tonight
Help me, I'm holding on for dear life,
won't look down, won't open my eyes
Keep my glass full until morning light,
'cos I'm just holding on for tonight
On for tonight

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y va de yapa, porque acá ya me caí de culo como tres veces:
[Shia y, most of all, Maddie]


Y de más yapa todavía, Maddie por mi amado Gustavo Aimar:

De recontra yapa, se completa la trilogía:

"Mad World", versiones

El pibe con más onda de The Voice, Taylor John Williams, y que no ganó, ocvio, acá te canta versionando el tema de Tears For Fears en la versión de la peli Donnie Darko de Michael Andrews y Gary Jules:


Letris:

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere

Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very, very
Mad world, mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
And to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me, what's my lesson?
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very, very
Mad world, mad world, enlarging your world, mad world

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Gondry, en 2004, hizo el video para Andrews y Jules:


Y la original, Modern-Calypso-Raros-peinados-nuevos (bailate algo cuando puedas):


Y un reload de lujo: la Postmodern Jukebox ft. Puddles, mi payaso favorito:


Otra de The Voice que la rompe: Kristen Marie:

"Hungry Like The Wolf", by Snow Hill

La original, de Duran Duran, jóvenes y hermosos, como éramos todos en esa época:


La de Snow Hill, para una serie berretona pero con buen musicalizador: Stalker:

"Do It", de Lenine

Tá cansada, senta
Se acredita, tenta
Se tá frio, esquenta
Se tá fora, entra
Se pediu, agüenta
Se pediu, agüenta...

Se sujou, cai fora
Se dá pé, namora
Tá doendo, chora
Tá caindo, escora
Não tá bom, melhora
Não tá bom, melhora...

Se aperta, grite
Se tá chato, agite
Se não tem, credite
Se foi falta, apite
Se não é, imite...

Se é do mato, amanse
Trabalhou, descanse
Se tem festa, dance
Se tá longe, alcance
Use sua chance
Use sua chance...

[Hê Hô, Hum! Nanananã!]

Se tá puto, quebre
Ta feliz, requebre
Se venceu, celebre
Se tá velho, alquebre
Corra atrás da lebre
Corra atrás da lebre...

Se perdeu, procure
Se é seu, segure
Se tá mal, se cure
Se é verdade, jure
Quer saber, apure
Quer saber, apure...

Se sobrou, congele
Se não vai, cancele
Se é inocente, apele
Escravo, se rebele
Nunca se atropele...

Se escreveu, remeta
Engrossou, se meta
E quer dever, prometa
Prá moldar, derreta
Não se submeta
Não se submeta...

[Hê Hô, Hum! Nanananã!]

"Your faith is a joke", by Pat Condell

Y en el rinconcito iconoclasta, Pat nos cuenta unas cositas, Pascuas mediante: