Clásicos del pop, rock, soul y otros que me gustan y espero que te gusten...Classics of pop, rock, soul and others that I like and I hope you like them...Классика поп, рок, душа и другие, которые мне нравятся, и я надеюсь, что они вам нравятся...Klassiker von Pop, Rock, Soul und anderen, die ich mag und ich hoffe du magst sie...Classiques de pop, rock, soul et autres que j'aime et j'espère que vous les aimez...
Hace no mucho que Robert Fripp permite que toda la obra de King Crimsonse escuche oficialmente en Youtube, así que se puede trastear en todos sus discos, algo que recomiendo y permite apreciar sus diferentes y eclécticas etapas.
Esta joya de 1971 es el tema que cierra el disco homónimo que en su día no recibió críticas muy entusiastas pero a mi modo de ver es uno de sus mejores trabajos... Y muy original, aunque hablando de King Crimson la originalidad parece una más de sus muchas virtudes.
Earth, stream and tree encircled by sea Waves sweep the sand from my island. My sunsets fade. Field and glade wait only for rain Grain after grain love erodes my High weathered walls which fend off the tide Cradle the wind To my island.
Gaunt granite climbs where gulls wheel and glide Mournfully glide o'er my island. My dawn bride's veil, damp and pale Dissolves in the sun. Love's web is spun - cats prowl, mice run Wreathe snatch-hand briars where owls know my eyes Violet skies Touch my island Touch me.
Dark harbour quays like fingers of stone Hungrily reach from my island. Clutch sailor's words - pearls and gourds Are strewn on my shore. Equal in love, bound in circles. Earth, stream and tree return to the sea Waves sweep sand from my island From me.
Ooh, I bet you're wonderin' how I knew 'Bout your plans to make me blue With some other guy you knew before Between the two of us guys you know I love you more It took me by surprise I must say When I found out yesterday Don'tcha know that I
Heard it through the grapevine Not much longer would you be mine Oh I heard it through the grapevine Oh I'm just about to lose my mind Honey, honey yeah (Heard it through the grapevine) (Not much longer would you be my baby, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I know a man ain't supposed to cry But these tears I can't hold inside Losin' you would end my life you see 'Cause you mean that much to me You could have told me yourself That you love someone else Instead I
Heard it through the grapevine Not much longer would you be mine Oh I heard it through the grapevine And I'm just about to lose my mind Honey, honey yeah (Heard it through the grapevine) (Not much longer would you be my baby, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
People say believe half of what you see, son And none of what you hear But I can't help bein' confused If it's true please tell me dear Do you plan to let me go For the other guy you loved before? Don'tcha know I
Heard it through the grapevine Not much longer would you be mine Baby I heard it through the grapevine Ooh I'm just about to lose my mind Honey, honey yeah (Heard it through the grapevine) (Not much longer would you be my baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Honey, honey, I know That you're lettin' me go Said, I heard it through the grapevine Heard it through the grapevine
Single extraído del álbum Desire que habla sobre la injusta acusación de homicidio del boxeador Rubin "Hurricane" Carter (qué extraño, un negro acusado injustamente de asesinato en los USA).
Desde luego, que bien contaba las historias Bob Dylan y qué difícil sería calcular la influencia que ha tenido o tiene en la música popular. Un Nobel bien merecido.
Espero que os guste
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall She sees a bartender in a pool of blood Cries out my God, they killed them all Here comes the story of the Hurricane The man the authorities came to blame For somethin' that he never done Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world
Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously I didn't do it, he says, and he throws up his hands I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand I saw them leavin', he says, and he stops One of us had better call up the cops And so Patty calls the cops And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin' In the hot New Jersey night
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around Number one contender for the middleweight crown Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road Just like the time before and the time before that In Paterson that's just the way things go If you're black you might as well not show up on the street 'Less you want to draw the heat
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around He said, I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead So they took him to the infirmary And though this man could hardly see They told him that he could identify the guilty men
Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in They took him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye Says, wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy! Here's the story of the Hurricane The man the authorities came to blame For somethin' that he never done Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world
Four months later, the ghettos are in flame Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame Remember that murder that happened in a bar Remember you said you saw the getaway car You think you'd like to play ball with the law Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night Don't forget that you are white
Arthur Dexter Bradley said I'm really not sure The cops said a poor boy like you could use a break We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello You don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow You'll be doin' society a favor That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver We want to put his ass in stir We want to pin this triple murder on him He ain't no Gentleman Jim
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch But he never did like to talk about it all that much It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way Up to some paradise Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice And ride a horse along a trail But then they took him to the jailhouse Where they try to turn a man into a mouse
All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger No one doubted that he pulled the trigger And though they could not produce the gun The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed And the all-white jury agreed
Rubin Carter was falsely tried The crime was murder one, guess who testified Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride How can the life of such a man Be in the palm of some fool's hand To see him obviously framed Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land Where justice is a game
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell An innocent man in a living hell That's the story of the Hurricane But it won't be over till they clear his name And give him back the time he's done Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world
Extraído como el single principal del álbum Scary Monster, esta es la versión corta, para sonar en la radio como es habitual; la del disco es un poco más larga.
Do you remember a guy that's been In such an early song? I've heard a rumor from Ground Control Oh no, don't say it's true
They got a message from the Action Man "I'm happy, hope you're happy too I've loved all I've needed, love Sordid details following"
The shrieking of nothing is killing, just Pictures of Jap girls in synthesis and I Ain't got no money and I ain't got no hair But I'm hoping to kick but the planet it's glowing
Ashes to ashes, funk to funky We know Major Tom's a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low
Time and again I tell myself I'll stay clean tonight But the little green wheels are following me Oh no, not again I'm stuck with a valuable friend "I'm happy, hope you're happy too" One flash of light but no smoking pistol
I never done good things (I never done good things) I never done bad things (I never done bad things) I never did anything out of the blue, woh-o-oh Want an axe to break the ice Wanna come down right now
Ashes to ashes, funk to funky We know Major Tom's a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low
My mother said, to get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom
My mother said, to get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom
My mother said, to get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom
My mother said, to get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom
Brillante composición instrumental de MaaBo y Hono, prometedores músicos españoles, que con elementos de rock progresivo y música electrónicacrean un vanguardista tema cuya atmósfera predominante parece evocar algún tipo de futuro distópico.