Green are your eyes
In the morning when you rise.
Don’t you be afraid, my love,
To lie by me,
Your father will not know.
Love can be broken
Though no words are spoken.
Don’t you be afraid to lie
By me my love,
Your father will not know.
Love, don’t cry
I’ll not try.
Don’t you be afraid to lie
By me, my love,
Your father will not know.
Yes love, don’t you cry,
I’ll not try.
Don’t you be afraid to lie
By me, my love.
Your father will be told someday
About our wedding day.
She sold her love to a modern man
Cause solid currency’s the hardest to love
All other modern hels you cover your eye
Don’t let the lady finger blow in your hat
Di-da
Feel like a daughter
She’s like a star tonight
Without wanting
She gave up
The ghost inside
Just like a whiskey bottle drained on the floor
She got no future, just a love to endure
This gives some matter to shaking her hide
‘Too late to leave him’ are the songs in her car
Di-di-da
Feel like a daughter
She’s like a star tonight
Without wanting
She gave up
The ghost inside
They call it chivalry
Never pull a punch for free
You ever wonder what it had to move on
This phony article
That put you on the floor
A double standard
Here we look when we walk
Feel like a daughter
She’s like a star tonight
Without wanting
She gave up
The ghost inside
Was it all for show?
To turn into all of them
Turning a page
Trust me darlin’
I’m carving ‘em up through the dust in your town
Crawling over rubble just to sound me out
Tend to wonder why?
un momento memorable, electrizante, emocionante, melancólico, nostálgico y a la vez muy muy feliz!
Junk of the heart is junk of my mind
So hard to leave you all alone,
We get so drunk that we can hardly see
What use to that to you or me, baby,
See I notice nothing makes you shatter no no
You’re a lover of the wild and a joker of the heart,
But are you mine?
Chorus
I wanna make you happy,
I wanna make you feel alive,
Let me make you happy,
I wanna make you feel alive at night,
I wanna make you happy,
if you are a good girl tonight.
Yeah
A ship to be sunk, life is not a race,
When I’m not happy I’m in disgrace
So I spend time with guessing on you oh
You’re a lover of the wild and a joker of the heart,
But are you mine?
(la la-la-lala)
Still I notice nothing makes you shatter no no
You’re a lover of the wild and a joker of the heart.
But are you mine?
I etched the face of a stopwatch
On the back of a raindrop
And did a swap for the sand in an hourglass
I heard an unhappy ending it sort of sounds like you leaving
I heard the piledriver waltz, it woke me up this morning.
You look like you’ve been for breakfast at the heartbreak hotel
And sat in the back booth by the pamphlets and the literature on how to lose.
Your waitress was miserable and so was your food.
If you’re gonna try and walk on water make sure you wear your comfortable shoes.
Mysteries flashing amber go green when you answer but the red on the rest of the questionnaire never changes.
I heard the news that you’re planning to shoot me out of a cannon.
I heard the piledriver waltz, it woke me up this morning.
You look like you’ve been for breakfast at the heartbreak hotel
And sat in the back booth by the pamphlets and the literature on how to lose.
Your waitress was miserable and so was your food.
If you’re gonna try and walk on water make sure you wear your comfortable shoes.
en esta tercera entrega traigo sonidos varios, que van desde el Folklore y la canción social de Inti Illimani y Los Jaivas, pasando por la música infantil de 31 minutos, hasta Hoppo con el cantante de Cafeta y el Gipsy Punk de Gogol Bordello:
De los Inti, a quienes escucho desde niño, he traído dos canciones, una cumbia y una italiana, para que se den una idea del talento de estos músicos:
Hoppo, fue una sorpresa, nunca imaginé ver al cantante de Café Tacvba cantando a Mercedes Sosa, wow!
Los Jaivas son toda una institución en Chile, mezclan el folklore con el rock y logran poner a todo el mundo a bailar y a cantar!
31 minutos son unos títeres que a los chicos de hace una década les marcó su infancia, son todo un hit por sus letras su irreverencia y su humor
Y Gogol Bordello con su mezcla de sonidos gitanos y punk, sorprendieron a todos, este tema es un clásico de ellos!
y así, dejamos a las bandas menos conocidas (para mi) para una última entrega, saludos!
tiempo y distancia hasta desvanecer tu recuerdo
hasta que las cenizas vuelen con el viento
y desaparezcas en lontananza
con los últimos rayos
del sol de la tarde
he regresado a mi casa físicamente, he vuelto al frío bacateño a retomar las actividades de rutina, de rigor, a recoger las responsabilidades que no se pueden postergar, pero mi alma y mi corazón van a tardar un tiempo más en regresar del sur, de allá de Santiago y de ese parque mágico con nombre de Libertador en dónde fui feliz por dos largos días.
empecemos rememorando lo mejor del festival al que siempre quise ir, a Lollapalooza 2012, ver entre otras a algunas bandas y artistas como estos, que la sacaron del estadio, que dieron lo mejor de sí para divertirnos. en esta primera entrega les he traido seis bandas: Foster The People, MGMT, Arctic Monkeys, Bjork, Band Of Horses y Foo Fighters.
Los Foster encendieron al público, a pesar de los 32 °C que hicieron mientras tocaron, brinqué y canté y bailé como desquiciado. estos chicos ponen a bailar a todo el mundo, saben como se prende una buena fiesta, “llámalo como quieras” es el indicado para esa clase de locuras que sabes que pueden pasar en una noche de tragos y de baile con una hermosa chica, amor de un dia, o mejor de una noche
Call it what you want
Call it what you want
I said just call it what you want
Call it what you want
Yeah we’re locked up in ideas
We like to label everything
Well I’m just gonna do here what I gotta do here
‘Cause I gotta keep myself free
You’re ducking and moving just to hide your bruises from all your enemies
And I’m in the crossfire dodging bullets from all your expectancies
Yeah, yeah
(Bridge)
We’ve got nothing to lose
You better run and hide
Yeah you’ve crossed the line
I’ve got a knife behind my back (just sayin’)
We’ve got nothing to prove
Your social guides give you swollen eyes
But what I’ve got can’t be bought so you can just
(Chorus)
Call it what you want
Call it what you want
I said just call it what you want
Call it what you want
You’ve taken your words and you take your judgments
And stick them onto everything
If it don’t conform to what you were born into,
Then you run the other way
You say, “now what’s your style and who do you listen to?” who cares?
Well that rat race ladder-climbing fake-face smile’s got nothing on me
Yeah, yeah
(Bridge)
(Chorus)
MGMT son otros chicos que deslumbraron con su estilo electrónico muy pegadizo que nuevamente encendió el baile en el Parque O’Higgins, su Sentimiento Eléctrico, realmente me dejó electrizado!
All along the western front
People line up to receive.
She got the power in her hand
To shock you like you won’t believe.
Saw her in the amazon
With the voltage running through her skin
Standing there with nothing on
She gonna teach me how to swim
I said ooh girl
Shock me like an electric eel
Baby girl
Turn me on with your electric feel
I said ooh girl
Shock me like an electric eel
Baby girl
Turn me on with your electric feel
All along the eastern shore
Put your circuits in the sea
This is what the world is for
Making electricity
You can feel it in your mind
Oh you can do it all the time
Plug it in and change the world
You are my electric girl.
I said ooh girl
Shock me like an electric eel
Baby girl
Turn me on with your electric feel
I said ooh girl
Shock me like an electric eel
Baby girl
Turn me on with your electric feel
Do what you feel now
Electric feel now
Do what you feel now
Electric feel now
Do what you feel now
Electric feel now
Do what you feel now
Electric feel now
Do what you feel now
Electric feel now
A estos, los Monkeys quería verlos desde hacía largo rato, no son muy enérgicos sobre el escenario pero sus canciones son pura dinamita, cómo este tema, y claro que sí, las chilenas se ven muy bien bailando en la pista de baile, hermosas!
Stop Making “The Eyes” At Me
I’ll Stop Making The Eyes At You
And What It Is That Surprises Me
Is That I Don’t Really Want You To
And Your Shoulders Are Frozen
[Cold As The Night]
Oh, But You’re An Explosion
[You're Dynamite]
Your Name Isn’t Rio
But I Don’t Care For Sand
And Lighting The Fuse
Might Result In A Bang
B-B-Bang Go!
I Bet That You Look
Good On The Dancefloor
I Don’t Know If You’re
Looking For Romance
Or I Don’t Know
What You’re Looking For
I Said, I Bet That
You Look Good On The Dancefloor
Dancing To Electro-Pop
Like A Robot From 1984
From 1984!
I Wish You’d Stop Ignoring Me
Because It’s Sending Me To Despair
Without A Sound, Yeah
You’re Calling Me
And I Don’t Think It’s Very Fair
And Your Shoulders Are Frozen
[Cold As The Night]
Oh, But You’re An Explosion
[You're Dynamite]
Your Name Isn’t Rio
But I Don’t Care For Sand
And Lighting The Fuse
Might Result In A Bang
B-B-Bang Go!
I Bet That You Look
Good On The Dancefloor
I Don’t Know If You’re
Looking For Romance
Or I Don’t Know
What You’re Looking For
I Said, I Bet That You
Look Good On The Dancefloor
Dancing To Electro-Pop
Like A Robot From 1984
From 1984!
Bjork, la reina, la voz, la artista, la mujer. ella y su coral fueron la nota sinfónica y electrónica impresionante que destacó por su potencia y su intimidad, te llega directo a la consciencia a lo más profundo de tu ser. Toda ella, su look, su manera de bailar, todo hizo de su concierto un espectáculo sublime!
Stand up
You’ve got to manage
I won’t sympathize
Anymore
And if you complain once more
You’lll meet an army of me
You’re alright
There’s nothing wrong
Self sufficience please!
And get to work
And if you complain once more
You’ll meet an army of me
You’re on your own now
We won’t save you
Your rescue squad
Is too eshausted
And if you complain once more
You’ll meet an army of me
Band of Horses. estos gringos que conozco desde el 2008 y sus canciones tienen ese aire del medio oeste, de las praderas norteaméricanas que te engancha, el Banjo la voz del cantante, todo el acople de la banda y esta canción para enterrar todo el pasado pisado que ya no pudo ser, nunca jamás.
I’m coming up only to hold you under
I’m coming up only to show you wrong
And to know you is hard and we wonder
To know you all wrong, we were
OOoooooooooo
OOoooooooooo
Really too late to call, so we wait for
Morning to wake you; it’s all we got
To know me as hardly golden
Is to know me all wrong, they were
At every occasion I’ll be ready for the funeral
At every occasion once more it’s called the funeral
At every occasion, know I’m ready for the funeral
At every occasion oh one brilliant day funeral
I’m coming up only to show you down for
I’m coming up only to show you wrong
To the outside, the dead leaves, they all blow
Fore they died had trees to hang their hope
OOoooooooooo
OOoooooooooo
At every occasion I’ll be ready for the funeral
At every occasion once more is called the funeral
At every occasion oh I’m ready for the funeral
At every occasion oh one brilliant day funeral
Y finalmente a estos monstruos, a este grande llamado Dave (David) que parece Goliath, el showman de la noche, el artista de conciertos largos, infinitos, apoteósicos, inolvidables. Su primera vez en Chile y la sacaron del parque, el repertorio no podía ser el mejor, me descrestaron con In The Flesh de los Pink Floyd, con This is a Call, su primer tema de su primer disco, recién cuando la sombra de Kurt aún lo cubría, fue un sueño cumplido de un niño grunge, hijo de los noventas, la felicidad con nombre de Foo Fighters
Hello
I’ve Waited Here For You
Everlong
Tonight
I Throw Myself Into
And Out Of The Red
Out Of Her Head She Sang
Come Down And Waste Away With Me
Down With Me
Slow How You Wanted It To Be
I’m Over My Head
Out Of Her Head She Sang
And I Wonder
When I Sing Along With You
If Everything Could Ever
Feel This Real Forever
If Anything Could Ever
Be This Good Again
The Only Thing I’ll Ever Ask Of You
You’ve Got To Promise
Not To Stop When I Say
When She Sang
Breathe Out
So I Can Breathe You In
Hold You In
And Now
I Know You’ve Always Been
Out Of Your Head
Out Of My Head I Sang
And I Wonder
When I Sing Along With You
If Everything Could Ever
Feel This Real Forever
If Anything Could Ever
Be This Good Again
The Only Thing I’ll Ever Ask Of You
You’ve Got To Promise
Not To Stop When I Say
When She Sang
And I Wonder
If Everything Could Ever
Feel This Real Forever
If Anything Could Ever
Be This Good Again
The Only Thing I’ll Ever Ask Of You
You’ve Got To Promise
Not To Stop When I Say When.
esto fue el comienzo de mi aventura de pascua, algo por lo que trabajé duramente 4 meses largos y que me ha recompensado con creces por todo lo vivido.
para una segunda entrega, traeré digamos que otros géneros, otros sonidos que se hicieron escuchar en el festival y que complementan muy bien esta idea que ha calado muy hondo en la juventud chilena y en la de otras latitudes del continente y del mundo, con una organización impecable, y una logística descrestante y un cartel de lujo, vale la pena volver el próximo año, claro que si!
como un regalo especial para mi lector(a) de París, este otro delicioso soul de Sharon Jones y sus Dap Kings:
Something’s changed in your eye
I could see it when I walk through that door
Something’s changed in your eyes
I can tell that you and me ain’t right no more
You pull your lip into a smile
When you know that all the while
You ain’t that glad I’m came here
Now can’t you see I’m getting wise
To what your hiding in your eyes
Our situation is clear to me
Something’s changed in your eye
I could see it when I walk through that door
Something’s changed in your eyes
I can tell that you and me ain’t right no more
The way they would regard me
Those two eyes of yours could hardly
Do me no kind of wrong
Well let the things your eyes will reign
Rule my heart I feel no pain
Now all of that is gone
Something’s changed in your eye
I could see it when I walk through that door
Something’s changed in your eyes
I can tell that you and me ain’t right no more
Woah,you don’t look at me the way you used to look at me no
You don’t kiss me and hold me the way you used to no
Something’s changed
You don’t even talk to me the way you used to talk to me no
Woah woah woah woah
You’ve changed
I’ve changed
We’ve changed
Something’s changed
something’s changed
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