"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
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
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
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.
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
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!
[Titles song de Wallander. Happy birthday, daddy, y happy anniversary para los que seguimos acá.]
When there's so much darkness closing in Just swerve around slowly You'll find an opening. A light will appear like an animal between the trees There you'll find your pocket of peace.
Make a perfect circle, it's all around you Put your mark on the map anywhere or nowhere
It's up to you, it's not too late to find an opening.
Trace a track until you find the end There's a clearing in every forest, at least one for every man. The light will appear like an animal between the trees There you'll find your pocket of peace.
Make a perfect circle, it's all around you You know that everything lingers for you to follow through.
It's up to you, it's not too late to find an opening.
Do you wanna rediscover or do you want it all to be over, do you want to see the meaning of the circling?
... 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
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
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:
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):
De Minimal, que dice: "decir que sí, cuando se siente no" (y yo pienso decir que no, cuando se siente sí):
No queda nada en que creer
ni nada que crear,
caminos que he de recorrer
van a ningún lugar.
Pero este valle es de lágrimas amargas.
No es la ciudad, no es la desilusión,
es esa especie de teatro en el
decir que sí cuando se siente no,
y así olvidarnos que la muerte espera al fin,
y el tiempo es lo único
que corre en contra de mí.
Saber que nada importa ya
y todo cuente igual
sentir que esto ya pasó
y no poder olvidar el almaherida.
No es la ciudad, no es la desilusión,
es esa especie de teatro en el
decir que sí cuando se siente no,
y así olvidarnos que la muerte espera al fin,
el tiempo es lo único
que corre en contra de mí.
Leave everything behind,
Even though for once you're shining.
Standing on higher ground,
But when you hear the sounds, you realise it's just a whim.
And you notice it matters who and what you let under your skin.
If put to the test,
Would you step back from the line of fire.
Hold everything back,
All emotions and desires.
Convince yourself
to be someone else,
And hold back from the world
your lack of confidence.
What you choose to believe in
dictates your rise or your fall.
Dictates your rise or your fall,
With no one else around you,
No one to understand you,
No one to hear your calls.
Look through all your dark corners,
When you're backed up against the wall.
Step back from the line of fire.
What would you do,
If it all came back to you.
Each crest of each wave,
Bright as lightning.
I'd do the same as you would,
do the same as you,
do the same as you,
do the same as you.
I'd do the same as you would,
do the same as you,
do the same as you.
What you choose to believe in
Dictates your rise or your fall,
With no one else around you,
No one to understand you,
No one to hear your calls.
Look through all your dark corners,
When you're backed up against the wall.
Ma c'é una cosa che io non ti ho detto mai. La vida es así. Temazo de Gianluca Grignani. El italiano es un idioma bello, eh?
La original:
Sai penso che
non sia stato inutile stare insieme a te. Ok, te ne vai decisione discutibile ma si, lo so, lo sai. Almeno resta qui per questa sera ma no che non ci provo stai sicura. Può darsi già mi senta troppo solo perche' conosco quel sorriso di chi ha già deciso. Quel sorriso già una volta mi ha aperto il paradiso.
Si dice che per ogni uomo c'é un'altra come te. E al posto mio quindi tu troverai qualcun'altro uguale no non credo io. Ma questa volta abbassi gli occhi e dici noi resteremo sempre buoni amici, ma quali buoni amici maledetti. Io un amico lo perdono mentre a te ti amo. Può sembrarti anche banale ma é un istinto naturale.
Ma c'é una cosa che io non ti ho detto mai. I miei problemi senza di te si chiaman guai. Ed é per questo che mi vedi fare il duro in mezzo al mondo per sentirmi più sicuro.
E se davvero non vuoi dirmi che ho sbagliato. Ricorda a volte un uomo va anche perdonato. Ed invece tu, tu non mi lasci via d'uscita. E te ne vai con la mia storia fra le dita.
Ora che fai, Cerchi una scusa se vuoi andare vai. Tanto di me non ti devi preoccupare me la saprò cavare. Stasera scriverò una canzone per soffocare dentro un'esplosione. Senza pensare troppo alle parole parlerò di quel sorriso di chi ha già deciso Quel sorriso che una volta mi ha aperto il paradiso.
Ma c'é una cosa che io non ti ho detto mai. I miei problemi senza di te si chiaman guai. Ed é per questo che mi vedi fare il duro in mezzo al mondo per sentirmi più sicuro.
E se davvero non vuoi dirmi che ho sbagliato. Ricorda a volte un uomo va anche perdonato. Ed invece tu, tu non mi lasci via d'uscita. E te ne vai con la mia storia fra le dita.
La propia en español:
La versión que me trajo hasta el post (escuchando Mundo Cumbia por la radio): Luis Mario, en versión cumbia, pa' que te derritas:
Y dos en portugués... Ana Carolina (cómo tiene esa voz!), "Quem De Nós Dois":
Lou se fue de gira. Nos quedamos con su perfecta canción en perfecta versión [lean la bajadita de línea de la BBC]: "Perfect Day":
Just a perfect day
drink Sangria in the park
And then later
when it gets dark, we go home
Just a perfect day
feed animals in the zoo
Then later
a movie, too, and then home
Oh, it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spend it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
You just keep me hanging on
Just a perfect day
problems all left alone
Weekenders on our own
it's such fun
Just a perfect day
you made me forget myself
I thought I was
someone else, someone good
Oh, it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spent it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
You just keep me hanging on
You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow
Esta canción perfecta es de 1931, música de Fabian Andre y Wilbur Schwandt, letra perfección de Gus Kahn.
Doris Day, que con esa vos de cristal (o de cuchillo) me teletransporta allá, a mi infancia, a los clásicos de Hollywood en la tele, a mi papá [que de ahí viene el berretín de este post hoy, todo culpa del abuelo de la Escudero]:
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me.
Say nighty-night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me
While I'm alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me.
Stars fading but I linger on, dear
Still craving your kiss
I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear
Just saying this.
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they'd be
Dream a little dream of me.
Stars fading but I linger on, dear
Still craving your kiss
I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear
Just saying this.
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they'd be
Dream a little dream of me.
Mama Cass + The Mamas and The Papas [la canté como si fuera 1941, como si fuera nueva, dijo]:
Ella & Satchmo:
Unos tipos duros... Blind Guardian:
Y la versión francesa, "Les yeux ouverts", no la pongo porque todas son feas. Tiene que existir una que me guste, pero no ha aparecido aún.
Ante todo, aguante Bertold! "Hay los que luchan toda la vida."
"Hay hombres que luchan un día y son buenos.
Hay otros que luchan un año y son mejores.
Hay quienes luchan muchos años y son muy buenos.
Pero hay los que luchan toda la vida: esos son los imprescindibles."
Bertolt Brecht
Sueño con serpientes, con serpientes de mar,
con cierto mar, ay, de serpientes sueño yo.
Largas, transparentes, y en sus barrigas llevan
lo que puedan arrebatarle al amor.
Oh, la mato y aparece una mayor. Oh, con mucho más infierno en digestión.
No quepo en su boca; me trata de tragar,
pero se atora con un trébol de mi sien.
Creo que está loca; le doy de masticar
una paloma y la enveneno de mi bien.
Oh, la mato y aparece una mayor. Oh, con mucho más infierno en digestión.
Esta al fin me engulle, y mientras por su esófago
paseo, voy pensando en qué vendrá.
Pero se destruye, cuando llego a su estómago
y planteo con un verso una verdad.
Oh, la mato y aparece una mayor. Oh, con mucho más infierno en digestión.
La oriyinal con video cualquiereishon de portraits:
La Coka V. pone esta versión en FB y quedo prendada. Fena della Maggiora la canta sin la melosidad de Silvio, con un ritmo y una pronunciación porteñita que me encantó. Además, me suena a unos Beatles hindi en el arreglo que me gusta:
Busco un poco y aparece esta bonitita by Helena Espvall:
Y la Negra, porque sí:
Una de Santa Sabina (dice un comentarista de YT: "A la madre, pudieron sonarme a Silvio, King Crimson y Radiohead en una sola cancion". Ponele):
Y de yapa, el Árabe con Naranjos (el video no tiene un catzo que ver):
¿Cómo es que no tenía a estos chicos en el Sabroso? No lo sé. Me subsano. El revival si no te mata te fortalece.
Dos versiones en vivo de la primer canción de Sting de "contenido político".
Ellos en New Jersey, 1986:
Sting con Robert Downey Jr, ay, en el cumple del primero, 2011:
How can you say that you're not responsible? What does it have to do with me? What is my reaction, what should it be? Confronted by this latest atrocity
Driven to tears Driven to tears Driven to tears
Hide my face in my hands, shame wells in my throat My comfortable existence is reduced to a shallow meaningless party
Seems that when some innocent die All we can offer them is a page in a some magazine Too many cameras and not enough food 'Cause this is what we've seen
Driven to tears Driven to tears Driven to tears
Protest is futile, nothing seems to get through What's to become of our world, who knows what to do
Desde Wrong Way Up, disco perfección (que conocemos gracias a PGZ, of course), tema pumba (se escucha y se canta en la cumbre de una montaña patagónica, en total soledad, mirando en lontananza, como todos los tracks del disco):
[El video no sabemos si es o no es, pero está interesante.]
I am the crow of desperation I need no fact or validation I spin relentless variation I scramble in the dust of a failing nation I was concealed Now I am stirring And I have waited for this time.
I am the termite of temptation I multiply and fly my population I am the wheel I am the turning And I will lay my love around you.
I am the sea of permutation I live beyond interpretation I scramble all the names and the combinations [I] penetrate the walls of explanation I am the will I am the burning And I will lay my love around you.
I am the will I am the yearning And I will lay my love around you.
Con la chica esta me debato, desde que se hizo famosa, entre ignorarla o cagarla a piñas por afectadita. La vengo ignorando, porque, ante todo, soy pacifista, y la piba vive lejos. (Las "revelaciones del jazz", como esta y Diana Krall, me la traen floja, diría un español.)
Pero, esta canción que rueda en Radio Paradise, me re gusta y más. La frase que titula tiene ese fastidio que tan bien me ilustra a mí y mi carácter "encantador"; y me hace acordar al "Paso de tanta tontería" de acá. Dale que va:
Hasta merece tener la letra:
My balance was gone, but so is the pain
Was waitin’ around, but you never came.
So I ran into Tony,
He grabbed on my body,
I told him I missed you,
He told me he loved me.
And hey, I liked the way he said my name.
That’s all he had to say
The damage is done, but so is the wait
And I tried not to run cause it would be a mistake.
But it would be a mistake if I just took my time
Cause I’d be waiting around just to pay for your crimes.
And hey, I know what it takes to be wrong but it feels all right to me
Even though I know you let me down
I don’t know why I can’t come around.
And even though I know my mind is sound
Couldn’t walk away from what I’ve found.
Your honesty’s good but too much is bad,
And I’ve been trying to hold on to something I’ve never had
Cause I’ve never had you just as I have you now
That you’re afraid of losin’ but you’re not scared enough.
Hey wait, you wipe that smile right off of your face
Cause I don’t know where it came from.
Even if I know I won’t be found
I will still be hiding underground.
Even if I go outside I find
You’ve already left me far behind.
Even when this song comes crashing down,
I don’t wanna hear another sound.
No, I don’t wanna hear another sound.
"... los seis agazapados en torno al sabroso volátil. Como siempre, yo abrí el banquete comiéndome la rabadilla. La ceremonia umu takapu empezaba a serme harto familiar, pero nunca me resultó tan alegre como aquella noche."
Aku-Aku: el secreto de la Isla de Pascua, de Thor Heyerdahl, traducción de Antonio Ribera, Barcelona: Juventud, 1959.
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