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

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!

Highwayman

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..

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!

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 :)

The great gig in the sky

Barça! :)

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

Evil Mr Sod

Tiene buena pinta la verdad! Más info en http://corazonderockroll.blogspot.com/2011/02/evil-mr-sod-en-madrid-y-barcelona.html

Big Country

It's raining in Barcelona...

Mu'tet

http://www.jeffcoffin.com/the_mutet.html

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.

[Chorus:]
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

[Chorus]

Old Crow Medicine Show

Esto reza la web de esta joven banda americana que suena realmente bien:

Old Crow Medicine Show (OCMS) have come full circle playing their own brand of American roots music with a rock and roll attitude. They met in New York in 1998 and hit the road, traveling city to city in a van and busking in the streets. They eventually settled for a year in North Carolina, where they ran into a bit of good fortune while playing in front of a local pharmacy to an impressed Doc Watson; the folk icon promptly scheduled the band to play at his MerleFest.

Soon after, OCMS relocated to Nashville and found themselves gracing the stage of the Grand Ole Opry, touring with Merle Haggard and regularly appearing on NPR’s A Prairie Home Companion. OCMS can attribute much of their success to their relentless touring schedule. Between headlining shows and countless festivals, the band is constantly on the road and thrives off of their fans and live shows. They have made a name for themselves as energetic performers with an unbridled spirit. Combined, their albums have gone on to sell over 500,000 units.

Vamos, una banda de colegas que no ha parado de tocar de ciudad en ciudad y que tuvo la suerte de que el músico Doc Watson les escuchara mientras tocaban en alguna calle de North Carolina y les invitara a tocar en su festival MerleFest (dedicado a su hijo muerto en 1985). Después de eso han seguido tocando en radios, girando con Merle Haggard y tocando sin parar que es como se han ganado su espacio en esto de la música! Pero es que los chiquillos tienen tablas of course!

Como muestra este tema, es el más famoso, tal vez no sea la mejor manera de presentarlos, pero yo les he conocido con este tema (gràcies Àlex) y he leído que la idea la pillaron de un outtake de Dylan del disco Pat Garret & Billy the Kid, dónde Dylan canta "Rock me mama" (aquí la prueba).

De momento he escuchado sus dos primeros discos y valen la pena! Sabor sureño 100%



Headed down south to the land of the pines
And I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline
Starin' up the road
And pray to God I see headlights

I made it down the coast in seventeen hours
Pickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I'm a hopin' for Raleigh
I can see my baby tonight

So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama anyway you feel
Hey mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a south-bound train
Hey mama rock me

I was born to be a fiddler in an old-time stringband
My baby plays the guitar
I pick a banjo now

Oh, the North country winters keep a gettin' me now
Lost my money playin' poker so I had to up and leave
But I ain't a turnin' back
To livin' that old life no more

So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama anyway you feel
Hey mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a south-bound train
Hey mama rock me

Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke
I caught a trucker out of Philly
Had a nice long toke
But he's a headed west from the Cumberland Gap
To Johnson City, Tennessee

And I gotta get a move on fit for the sun
I hear my baby callin' my name
And I know that she's the only one
And if I die in Raleigh
At least I will die free

So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama anyway you feel
Hey mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a south-bound train
Hey mama rock me