miércoles, 30 de marzo de 2011

Something in the night

Bruce vuelve al hivernáculo después de una larga temporada de ausencia! Un tema imprescindible de un disco gigante.

I'm riding down Kingsley,
figuring I'll get a drink
Turn the radio up loud,
so I don't have to think,
I take her to the floor,
looking for a moment when the world
seems right,
And I tear into the guts,
of something in the night

You're born with nothing,
and better off that way,
Soon as you've got something they send
someone to try and take it away,
You can ride this road 'till dawn,
without another human being in sight,
Just kids wasted on
something in the night

Nothing is forgotten or forgiven,
when it's your last time around,
I got stuff running around 'round my head
That I just can't live down

When we found the things we loved,
They were crushed and dying in the dirt
We tried to pick up the pieces,
And get away without getting hurt,
But they caught us at the state line,
And burned our cars in one last fight,
And left us running burned and blind,
Chasing something in the night

lunes, 28 de marzo de 2011

Virus deleted

Vuelvo a tener ordenador tras unos días de "muerte por virus cabrón" que ha pasado el pobre. Suerte de los colegas informáticos (gràcies Xavi) que en una tarde te ponen Linux y te solucionan el problema. Y al ponerme un poco al día he visto que ha habido debate sobre la paz en muchos blogs y que Roger Waters ha arrasado la península con su The Wall tour. Por mí parte tendré que conformarme con ver a The Australian Pink Floyd Show (si es que acabo yendo a su concierto)! Ya los vi hace poco y me encantaron! Admito que no soy fan de Pink Floyd, tan sólo conozco tres discos del grupo (discazos) así que con esta banda tributo tengo más que suficiente, además lo hacen de maravilla!

miércoles, 23 de marzo de 2011


I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five
But I am still alive.

I was a sailor. I was born upon the tide
And with the sea I did abide.
I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
But I am living still.

I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
But I am still around..I'll always be around..and around and around and
around and around

I fly a starship across the Universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I'll be back again, and again and again and again and again..

viernes, 18 de marzo de 2011

Humor y The Black Keys

Uno de los mejores vídeos que he visto en mucho tiempo!

Por otro lado traigo a The Black Keys que me han sorprendido gratamente con su último álbum. No les había prestado especial atención hasta cruzarme con este disco y la verdad que me han atrapado! Me sé de uno que es gran fan de ellos!

Buen fin de semana to everyone!

jueves, 10 de marzo de 2011

Let's the show begin!

Desde hoy hasta el día 26, con tres días de descanso entre medío, los Allman Brothers estarán descargando su southern rock en el Beacon Theatre de New York! Parte de la blogosfera se estira de los pelos por no poder estar allí! He mirado vuelos de última hora y salir mañana desde Barcelona y volver el Martes sale por 372 euros...dicen que la esperanza es lo último que se pierde :)

lunes, 7 de marzo de 2011

Low Rising

I wanna sit you down and talk
I wanna pull back the veils
And find out what it is I've done wrong
I wanna tear these curtains down
I want you to meet me somewhere
Tonight in this old tourist town
And we'll go

Low rising
'Cause we've gotta come up
We've gotta come up
Low rising
'Cause I fear we've had enough
Low rising
'Cause there's no further for us to fall
Low rising
Oh, for the love of you

I wanna take you to the rock
I wanna jump right in
And see what that big ocean's got
I wanna turn this thing around
I wanna drink with you
All night, till we both fall down
Till we go

Low rising
'Cause we've gotta come up
We've gotta come up
Low rising
'Cause there's no further for us to fall
Low rising
And I fear we've had enough
Low rising
Oh, for the love of you

Low rising
'Cause we've gotta come up
We've gotta come up
Low rising
And I fear we've had enough
Low rising
'Cause there's no further for us to fall
Low Rising
Oh, for the love of you

For the love of you

Low rising, low rising

I wanna sit you down and talk

I wanna sit you down and talk about it now

martes, 1 de marzo de 2011

End of the line

And now the gravity of trouble was more than I could bear,
At times my luck was so bad, I had to fold my hands,
Almost lost my soul, rarely I could find my head,
Wake up early in the morning, feeling nearly dead.

I was never afraid of danger, took trouble on the chin,
Mountains I have climbed, that have killed a thousand men,
Spent most of my lifetime downtown, sleepin' behind the wheel,
Never needed anybody, I was king of the hill.

Oh, when I think about the old days,
Lord, it sends chills up and down my spine,
Yeah life ain't what it seems, on the boulevard of broken dreams,
Guess I opened my eyes in the nick of time,
'Cause it sure felt like the end of the line.

No matter how hard I run, I just can't get away
I try to do my best, but the devil gets in my way
Spent most of my lifetime downtown, sleepin' behind the wheel
'Till it all came down to kill or be killed