Killing Time

Powderfinger

Look out, Mama,
there's a white boat
comin' up the river
With a big red beacon,
and a flag,
and a man on the rail
I think you'd better call John,
'Cause it don't
look like they're here
to deliver the mail
And it's less than a mile away
I hope they didn't come to stay
It's got numbers on the side
and a gun
And it's makin' big waves.

Daddy's gone,
my brother's out hunting
in the mountains
Big John's been drinking
since the river took Emmy-Lou
So the powers that be
left me here
to do the thinkin'
And I just turned twenty-two
I was wonderin' what to do
And the closer they got,
The more those feelings grew.

Daddy's rifle in my hand
felt reassurin'
He told me,
Red means run, son,
numbers add up to nothin'
But when the first shot
hit the docks I saw it comin'
Raised my rifle to my eye
Never stopped to wonder why.
Then I saw black,
And my face splashed in the sky.

Shelter me from the powder
and the finger
Cover me with the thought
that pulled the trigger
Think of me
as one you'd never figured
Would fade away so young
With so much left undone
Remember me to my love,
I know I'll miss her.

Folsom Prison Blues

Buen fin de semana a tod@s! Si os quedáis atascados en Folsom Prison tened cuidad con este bandido :)

I hear the train a comin'
It's rolling round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,
I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone..
When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,
Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns.
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry..

Soooey!

I bet there's rich folks eating from a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars.
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But those people keep a movin'
And that's what tortures me...

Well if they freed me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.....

Ten Thousand Words

Ten thousand words swarm around my head
Ten million more in books written beneath my bed
I wrote or read them all when searchin' in the swarms
Still can't find out how to hold my hands

And I know you need me in the next room over
But I am stuck in here all paralyzed
For months I got myself in ruts
Too much time spent in mirrors framed in yellow walls

Ain't it like most people? I'm no different
We love to talk on things we don't know about
Ain't it like most people? I'm no different
We love to talk on things we don't know about

And everyone around me shakes their head in disbelief
And says I'm too caught up
They say young is good and old is fine
And truth is cool but all that matters
Is that you have your good times
But their good times come with prices
And I can't believe it when I hear the jokes they make
At anyone's expense except their own
Would they laugh if they knew who paid?

Ain't it like most people? I'm no different
We love to talk on things we don't know about
Ain't it like most people? I'm no different
We love to talk on things we don't know about

And after we are through ten years
Of making it to be the most of glorious day dues
I'll come back home without my things
'Cause the clothes I wore out there I will not wear 'round you
And they'll be quick to point out our shortcommings
And how the experts all have had their doubts

Ain't it like most people? I'm no different
We love to talk on things we don't know about

Fly me to the moon

Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, darling, kiss me

Fill my life with song
And let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you

Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, darling, kiss me

Fill my life with song
And let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you

Ventilator blues

Stones y más Stones! Ahí va una versión del Ventilator Blues de los Stones interpretada por Clarenece "Gatemouth" Brown.

When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake,
Heart is bursting and you butt's gonna break.
Your woman's cussing, you can hear her scream,
You feel like murder in the first degree.

Ain't nobody slowing down no way,
Ev'rybody's stepping on their accelerator,
Don't matter where you are,
Ev'rybody's gonna need a ventilator.

When you're trapped and circled with no second chances,
Your code of living is your gun in hand.
We can't be browed by beating, we can't be cowed by words,
Messed by cheating, ain't gonna ever learn.

Ev'rybody walking 'round,
Ev'rybody trying to step on their Creator.
Don't matter where you are, ev'rybody, ev'rybody gonna
Need some kind of ventilator, some kind of ventilator.

What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do?
What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?

Y un vídeo de "Gatemouth" en directo, todo un maestro!

Further On Up The Road

Uou!!! Un poco de guitarreo para calentar lo poco que queda para el fin de semana!

Shake your money maker

Tremendo tremendo disco! Qué os voy a decir que ya no sepáis de él! 10 canciones memorables que convierten, a mí parecer, a este álbum en una obra maestra de cabo a rabo! Entre ellas este Sister Luck que acompaña a las otras dos perlas del disco, que son Seeing Things y She Talks to Angels. Tremendo :)

Luego están los otros temazos clásicos que no hace falta nombrar!

Un saludo y buen fin de semana!! Ya lo tenemos al lado de la esquina!!!

Charlie's in town

Ayer por la noche me enteré de que Carlie Watts estaba tocando en la sala Luz de Gas de Barcelona y casi me da algo! No tenía ni idea de que el rolling stone estaba por estos lares tocando jazz! Por lo visto hoy y mañana repite en la misma sala. precios: 50 euros de pie, 90 euros sentado! Para los Rolling lo pago encantado, pero para ver a Watts tocando jazz, aunque tiene que ser una gran experiencia, me cuesta mucho más soltar 50 euros...

Tiene gracia porque a raíz de ésto, esta noche he soñado que el que venía en solitario no era Watts sino Warren Haynes! Y en el sueño no tardaba ni medio minuto en ir volando a la sala para comparar tickets. La entrada también costaba 50 euros jeje aunque me la querían vender a 70 (joder con el taquillero del sueño). Ah y la banda que llevaba Warren en mí sueño hablaban todos en catalán y no sabían a que hora empezaba el concierto, cuando diga Warren (eso es lo que me decían cuando les preguntaba).

Pues ya lo veis, para Warren sí que me gasto los euros pero no para Watts...que me está pasando!!!!

Cosmic Grass en el Marula 2-4-2011

Gran concierto de Cosmic Grass el sábado en el Marula! Confirmo las palabras de Tsi cuando hablaba de la banda hace muy pocos días en este post. Grandes músicos y lo que es más importante, músicos que sienten lo que tocan y se les nota que disfrutan tocando. Su estilo? Como bien dice Tsi, rock de raíces sería una forma de definir lo que hacen Cosmic Grass, con mucho soul y feeling! Al final del concierto saludé a Dani y Dio y me hice con una copia del directo Sunday evening music revelations, una joya de disco que como dice Tsi, no puede faltar en la discografía de todo amante de los Black Crowes, Allman Brothers y grupos por el estilo. El set del sábado fue una mezcla de temas propios con versiones de grupos como The Band, Free y Taj Mahal entre otros.

El sábado que viene, día 9 de Abril, vuelven a tocar, esta vez en La Resistencia (L'Hospitalet). Quienes tengáis oportunidad de ir a verlos vais a disfrutar de un gran concierto!!!

http://www.myspace.com/cosmicgrass

http://wherethecosmicgrassgrows.blogspot.com/

L'últim anònim

Gran tema de una banda llamada Rodamons, que ya pasó antes por el blog, que no sé si actualmente está en activo. Lo único que sé es que el batería estaba tocando con els Amics de les arts en los directos del grupo. Els Amics de les arts es uno de los grupos con más fama, junto a los Manel, en el panorama musical catalán actual.

It's Friday!!!

Por fin es viernes!!! Que mejor que un poco de Quireboys para animar el ambiente!!! Y aprovecho para recordar que mañana hay concierto de Cosmic Grass en Barcelona. Joder, esa versión de los Allman!!! http://www.myspace.com/cosmicgrass

Un saludo to everyone!!!