If you're gonna play the game, boy You better learn to play it right

About twenty years ago

On a train bound for nowhere

I met up with The Gambler

We were both too tired to sleep

So we took turns a starin'

Through the window at the darkness

'Til boredom overtook us

And he commenced to speak

He said, 'Son, I've made a life

Out of readin' people's faces

And knowin' what their cards were

By the way they held their eyes

And if you don't mind my sayin'

I would say you're out of aces

And for one taste of your whiskey

I will give you some advice'

So I handed him my bottle

And he drank down my last swallow

Then he bummed a cigarette

Then he bummed a light

The night got deathly quiet

And his face lost all expression

He said, 'If you're gonna play the game, boy

You better learn to play it right'

'Cause ev'ry gambler knows

That the secret to survival

Is knowin' what to throw away

And knowin' what to keep

And ev'ry hand's a winner

Just like ev'ry hand's a loser

And the best that you can hope for

Is to die in your sleep.

You got to know when to hold 'em

Know when to fold 'em

Know when to walk away

Know when to run

You don't ever count your money

While you're sittin' at the table

There'll be time enough for countin'

When the dealin' is done

You got to know when to hold 'em

Know when to fold 'em

Know when to walk away

Know when to run

You don't ever count your money

While you're sittin' at the table

There'll be time enough for countin'

When the dealin' is done

And when he finished speakin'

He turned back t'ward the window

Put out his cigarette

Faded off to sleep

And somewhere in the darkness

The gambler he broke even

But in his final words

I found an ace that I could keep

You got to know when to hold 'em

Know when to fold 'em

Know when to walk away

Know when to run

You don't ever count your money

While you're sittin' at the table

There'll be time enough for countin'

When the dealin' is done

You got to know when to hold 'em

Know when to fold 'em

Know when to walk away

Know when to run

You don't ever count your money

While you're sittin' at the table

There'll be time enough for countin'

When the dealin' is done

You got to know when to hold 'em

Know when to fold 'em

Know when to walk away

Know when to run

You don't ever count your money

While you're sittin' at the table

There'll be time enough for countin'

When the dealin' is done

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.....

When you're strange

Todavía dan cosas buenas en los cines de Barcelona :)



Feliz fiesta de fin de año y entrada al 2011 to everybody! Cuando pueda me paso por your blogs! Aquí otra versión de Dylan!

Down the street the dogs are barkin'
And the day is a-gettin' dark.
As the night comes in a-fallin',
The dogs 'll lose their bark.
An' the silent night will shatter
From the sounds inside my mind,
For I'm one too many mornings
And a thousand miles behind.

From the crossroads of my doorstep,
My eyes they start to fade,
As I turn my head back to the room
Where my love and I have laid.
An' I gaze back to the street,
The sidewalk and the sign,
And I'm one too many mornings
An' a thousand miles behind.

It's a restless hungry feeling
That don't mean no one no good,
When ev'rything I'm a-sayin'
You can say it just as good.
You're right from your side,
I'm right from mine.
We're both just one too many mornings
An' a thousand miles behind.

For the good times

Lagrimilla...

Don't look so sad, I know it's over.

But life goes on, and this old world will keep on turning.

Let's just be glad we had some time to spend together.

There's no need to watch the bridges that we're burning.



Lay your head upon my pillow.

Hold your warm and tender body close to mine.

Hear the whisper of the raindrops,

Blowin' soft against the window,

And make believe you love me one more time,

For the good times.



I'll get along; you'll find another,

And I'll be here if you should find you ever need me.

Don't say a word about tommorrow or forever,

There'll be time enough for sadness when you leave me.



Lay your head upon my pillow.

Hold your warm and tender body close to mine.

Hear the whisper of the raindrops,

Blowin' soft against the window,

And make believe you love me one more time,

For the good times.

Rosas, Libros y el Dragón

Rosas (no se refiere a la flor pero contiene la palabra Rose y es tan bella que ha ganado a la canción de los Poison que contiene la palabra Rose...gran canción también)

Libros (pues eso, no juzgues un libro por su portada...)



Dragones (Dio me lo ha puesto a huevo! Time to be Killing the Dragon Again!!!)



Feliz St. Jordi!!!

Zombies, sangre y Johnny Cash

Descubrir a Johnny Cash en una película de zombies, tiros y acción salvaje puede sonar raro, pero ese es mi caso. Las imágenes de este video se usaron en parte de la introducción de "El amanecer de los muertos", al igual que la canción que le acompaña, "When the man comes around". De alguna manera, la tensión y violencia de la película y el vídeo encajan con la guitarra y la voz tranquila de Cash. La letra y el ritmo acaban pareciendo premonitorios de lo que se nos vendrá encima más tarde. Dejo el vídeo con la canción:

There's a man goin' 'round takin' names. An' he decides who to free and who to blame. Everybody won't be treated all the same. There'll be a golden ladder reaching down. When the man comes around.

The hairs on your arm will stand up. At the terror in each sip and in each sup. For you partake of that last offered cup, Or disappear into the potter's ground. When the man comes around.

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. One hundred million angels singin'. Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum. Voices callin', voices cryin'. Some are born an' some are dyin'. It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree. The virgins are all trimming their wicks. The whirlwind is in the thorn tree. It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.

Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom. Then the father hen will call his chickens home. The wise men will bow down before the throne. And at his feet they'll cast their golden crown.
When the man comes around.

Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still. Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still. Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still. Listen to the words long written down,
When the man comes around.

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. One hundred million angels singin'. Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettle drum. Voices callin', voices cryin'. Some are born an' some are dyin'.
It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree. The virgins are all trimming their wicks. The whirlwind is in the thorn tree. It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.

In measured hundredweight and penny pound. When the man comes around.

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts, And I looked and behold: a pale horse. And his name, that sat on him, was Death. And Hell followed with him.