"I'm Not in Love", versiones

La que me come el coco: Fun Lovin' Criminals, que le da el tono justo de canchereada:

Tori Amos, enrarecida:

Chiqui Morata, bizarro:



I'm not in love, so don't forget it
It's just a silly phase I'm going through
And just because I call you up
Don't get me wrong, don't think you've got it made
I'm not in love, no-no
(It's because...)

I like to see you, but then again
That doesn't mean you mean that much to me
So if I call you, don't make a fuss
Don't tell your friends about the two of us
I'm not in love, no-no
(It's because...)

(Be quiet, big boys don't cry)
(Big boys don't cry)

I keep your picture upon the wall
It hides a nasty stain that's lyin' there
So don't you ask me to give it back
I know you know it doesn't mean that much to me
I'm not in love, no-no
(It's because...)

Ooh, you'll wait a long time for me
Ooh, you'll wait a long time

Ooh, you'll wait a long time for me
Ooh, you'll wait a long time

I'm not in love, so don't forget it
It's just a silly phase I'm going through
And just because I call you up
Don't get me wrong, don't think you've got it made, ooh

I'm not in love, I'm not in love... 

"More Than This", de Brian Ferry, versiones RELOADED

Bill Murray, en el karaoke de Lost in Translation, de Sofia Coppola, película rompe cabezas:

I could feel at the time
There was no way of knowing
Fallen leaves in the night
Who can say where they're blowing
As free as the wind
And hopefully learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning
More than this
You know there is nothing
More than this
Tell me one thing
More than this
You know there is nothing

It was fun for a while
There was no way of knowing
Like a dream in the night
Who can say where we're going
No care in the world
Maybe I'm learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning
More than this
You know there is nothing
More than this
Tell me one thing
More than this
You know there is nothing
Oooh aaaah
More than this
You know there is nothing
More than this
Tell me one thing
More than this
There is nothing


Division Day:

Roxy Music, la original:

Norah Jones, jazzeada:

"Makin' Whoopee", versiones

Diana Krall, Elton John & Elvis Costello:


Rickie Lee Jones & Dr. John:





Another bride, another June
Another sunny honeymoon
Another season, another reason
For makin' whoopee

A lot of shoes, a lot of rice
The groom is nervous, he answers twice
Its really killin' That he's so willin' 
to make whoopee

Now picture a little love nest
Down where the roses cling
Picture the same sweet love nest
Think what a year can bring, yes

He's washin dishes and baby clothes
He's so ambitious he even sews
But don't forget folks,
Thats what you get folks, 
for makin' whoopee

Another year, maybe less
What's this I hear? Well, can't you guess?
She feels neglected, and he's suspected
Of makin' whoopee

Yeah, she sits alone,
Most every night
He doesn't phone, he doesn't write
He says he's busy,
But she says, "Is he?"
He's makin' whoopee

Now he doesn't make much money
Only five thousand per
Some judge who thinks he's funny
Says, "You'll pay six to her."

He says, "Now judge, suppose I fail?"
Judge say, "Budge. Right into jail.
You'd better keep her. I think it's cheaper
Than makin' whoopee."

Yes, yeah, you better keep her
Daddy, I think it's cheaper
Than makin' whoopee


Y de yapa, Michelle Pfeiffer, en The Fabulous Baker Boys:

Second Best, versiones

The Vanity Project:


"The best time to plant a tree is twenty years ago. The second best time is now.” Proverbio

Dolly Parton:

  
“There is only one real sin, and that is to persuade oneself that the second-best is anything but the second-best.” Doris Lessing

Madonna, live:

"Les feuilles mortes", by Jacques Prévert, versiones

Letra original de Prévert:

Oh ! je voudrais tant que tu te souviennes
Des jours heureux où nous étions amis.
En ce temps-là la vie était plus belle,
Et le soleil plus brûlant qu'aujourd'hui.
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle.
Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié...
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle,
Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi
Et le vent du nord les emporte
Dans la nuit froide de l'oubli.
Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié
La chanson que tu me chantais.

C'est une chanson qui nous ressemble.
Toi, tu m'aimais et je t'aimais
Et nous vivions tous deux ensemble,
Toi qui m'aimais, moi qui t'aimais.
Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aiment,
Tout doucement, sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable
Les pas des amants désunis.

Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle,
Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi
Mais mon amour silencieux et fidèle
Sourit toujours et remercie la vie.
Je t'aimais tant, tu étais si jolie.
Comment veux-tu que je t'oublie ?
En ce temps-là, la vie était plus belle
Et le soleil plus brûlant qu'aujourd'hui.
Tu étais ma plus douce amie
Mais je n'ai que faire des regrets
Et la chanson que tu chantais,
Toujours, toujours je l'entendrai!

Yves Montand, el primero:

Versión al inglés de  Johnny Mercer:

The falling leaves drift by the window 
The autumn leaves of red and gold 
I see your lips, the summer kisses 
The sun-burned hands I used to hold 

Since you went away the days grow long 
And soon I'll hear old winter's song 
But I miss you most of all my darling 
When autumn leaves start to fall.

Nat King Cole:

La Piaf, bilingüe:

Ana Salazar, bulería:

Versión Iggy Pop:

Petunia, versiones de Georgia O'Keeffe

Bicentenario

Eva. Abuelas. Libertad. Hermano. Madres. Siam. Agarrate.

¡Florece el 25!

La Santa Teresita de papá floreció para el Bicentenario, con el sol del 25. Estoy hecha.

Himno Nacional Argentino, versiones

El Himno del Bicentenario:


Damnation:


Cantado por Jairo:


Los Piojos, en armónica, en vivo:


La de Charly García:

"Murga del Bicentenario", de Ariel Prat

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