Young Americans - David Bowie

They pulled in just behind the bridge
he lays her down, he frowns
"gee my life's a funny thing, am i still too young?"
he kissed her then and there
she took his ring, took his babies
it took him minutes, took her nowhere
heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but
chorus (she)
all night
she wants the young american
young american, young american, she wants the young american
all right
she wants the young american
scanning life through the picture window
she finds the slinky vagabond
he coughs as he passes her ford mustang, but
heaven forbid, she'll take anything
but the freak, and his type, all for nothing
he misses a step and cuts his hand, but
showing nothing, he swoops like a song
she cries "where have all papa's heroes gone?"
chorus (she)
all the way from washington
her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
"we live for just these twenty years
do we have to die for the fifty more?"
chorus (he)
all night
he wants the young american
young american, young american, he wants the young american
all right
he wants the young american
do you remember, your president nixon?
do you remember, the bills you have to pay
or even yesterday?
have you have been an un-american?
just you and your idol singing falsetto 'bout
leather, leather everywhere, and
not a myth left from the ghetto
well, well, well, would you carry a razor
in case, just in case of depression?
sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
blushing at all the afro-sheilas
ain't that close to love?
well, ain't that poster love?
well, it ain't that barbie doll
her heart's been broken just like you have
chorus (you)
all night
you want the young american
young american, young american, you want the young american
all right
you want the young american
you ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
a pimp's got a cadi and a lady got a chrysler
black's got respect, and white's got his soul train
mama's got cramps, and look at your hands ache
(i heard the news today, oh boy)
i got a suite and you got defeat
ain't there a man you can say no more? 
and, ain't there a woman i can sock on the jaw?
and, ain't there a child i can hold without judging?
ain't there a pen that will write before they die?
ain't you proud that you've still got faces?
ain't there one damn song that can make me
break down and cry?
chorus (i) (repeat 3 times)
all night
i want the young american
young american, young american, i want the young american
all right
i want the young american

Music - John Miles

Lirismo…Rock…Arreglos orquestales…Producción de Alan Parsons…Del mismo año en que nací…

La música fue mi primer amor, lo suscribo…

Espero que os guste

Music was my first love
and it will be my last.
music of the future
and music of the past.

To live without my music
would be impossible to do.
in this world of troubles,
my music pulls me through.

Music was my first love
and it will be last.
music of the future
and music of the past
and music of the past
and music of the past.

Music was my first love
and it will be my last.
music of the future
and music of the past.

To live without my music
would be impossible to do.
in this world of troubles,
my music pulls me through.

News - dIRE sTRAITS

He sticks to his guns 

He take the road as it comes 
It take the shine off his shoes 
He says it's a shame 
You know it may be a game 
Ah, but I won't play to lose 

He's burning the grass 
He take up a glass 
He swallow it neat 
He crosses the floor 
He open the door 
He take a sniff of the street 

And she tell him that he's crazy 
She's a-saying listen baby 
I'm your wife 
She tell him that he's crazy 
For gambling a-with his life 

But he climbs on his horse 
You know he feel no remorse 
He just kicks it alive 
His motor is fine 
He take it over the line 
Until he's ready to dive 

And she tell him that he's crazy 
Yes she's saying listen baby 
I'm your wife 
Yeah She tell him that he's crazy 
For gambling with his life 

He sticks to his guns 
He take the road as it comes 
It take the shine off his shoes 
He says it's a shame 
You know it may be a game 
Ah but I won't play to lose 

He sticks to his guns 
He take the road as it comes 
It take the shine off his shoes 
He's too fast to stop 
He take it over the top 
He make a line in the news.

On Broadway - The Drifters

They say the neon lights are bright 
on broadway
they say there's always magic in the air
on broadway
but when you're walking down the street
and you ain't had enough to eat
the glitter rubs right off, and you're nowhere
on broadway
They say the girls are something else
on broadway
but looking at them just gives me the blues
on broadway
but how're ya gonna make some time
when all you got is one thin dime
ane one thin dime won't even shine your shoes
on broadway
They say that i won't last too long
on broadway
i'll catch a greyhound bus for home, they all say
on broadway
but no, no they're wrong, i know they are
'cause i can play this here guitar
and i won't quit till i'm a star
on broadway
On broadway
on broadway
on broadway
i'm gonn make it, yeah (on broadway)
i'll be a big, big, big man (on broadway)
i'll have my name in lights (on broadway)
everybody, everybody's gonn know me, yeah (on broadway)
oh, up and down broadway (on broadway)

Model Man - King Crimson

Look at the signs 
look at the symptoms 
look at the slight 
calm before the storm 
I feel the silence 
I feel the signals 
I feel the strain 
tension in my head 
well, what more can be said... 

Not a model man 
not a saviour or a saint 
imperfect in a word 
make no mistake 
but I 
give you everything I have 
take me as I am...