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[loveless]

Se me acaba de ocurrir un tema, que no es muy original, pero tampoco se me puede pedir todo... Al tema, decidme cual es vuestra letra (o fragmento) preferido de una canción. Eso sí, no valen canciones ni d Smashing ni de Zwan (para eso estamos en otros temas).

Como dicen que es weno dar ejemplo, la mía es la que acompaña a mi nick en la firma, del gran Leonard Cohen... aunque para letra completa, la de Heroin, de la Velvet, escrita por el gran Lou Reed:

I don't know just where I'm going
But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can
'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man
When I put a spike into my vein
And I'll tell ya, things aren't quite the same
When I'm rushing on my run
And I feel just like Jesus' son
And I guess that I just don't know
And I guess that I just don't know

I have made the big decision
I'm gonna try to nullify my life
'Cause when the blood begins to flow
When it shoots up the dropper's neck
When I'm closing in on death
And you can't help me not, you guys
And all you sweet girls with all your sweet silly talk
You can all go take a walk
And I guess that I just don't know
And I guess that I just don't know

I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that I'd sail the darkened seas
On a great big clipper ship
Going from this land here to that
In a sailor's suit and cap
Away from the big city
Where a man can not be free
Of all of the evils of this town
And of himself, and those around
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know

Heroin, be the death of me
Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life
Because a mainer to my vein
Leads to a center in my head
And then I'm better off and dead
Because when the smack begins to flow
I really don't care anymore
About all the Jim-Jim's in this town
And all the politicians makin' crazy sounds
And everybody puttin' everybody else down
And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds

'Cause when the smack begins to flow
Then I really don't care anymore
Ah, when the heroin is in my blood
And that blood is in my head
Then thank God that I'm as good as dead
Then thank your God that I'm not aware
And thank God that I just don't care
And I guess I just don't know
And I guess I just don't know

[AnnieDog]

Pues la primera q se me ha venido a la cabeza es True Love Waits de Radiohead:

I'll drown my beliefs
To have you be in peace
I'll dress like your niece
To wash your swollen feet

Just don't leave, don't leave

And true love waits
In haunted attics
And true love wins
On lollipops and crisps

Just don't leave, don't leave

I'm not living
I'm just killing time
Your tiny hands
Your crazy kiss and smile

Just lonely, lonely..
Just lonely, lonely..

[Gish]

Tengo muchas, así a suertes pues por ejemplo, 'Luscious apparatus' de Recoil. Juzguen ustedes:

Carla was on her break from the
graveyard shift at the mayonnaise factory
She sat at a teetering picnic table,
there was a toxic orange moon
and it was slightly cold
Carla took out her knife and began etching
random words into the table's surface
Then, she thought of her co-worker Jack
Carla liked to think of Jack
as a luscious apparatus
He was meaty but graceful
His flesh seemed folded onto his body
like a suit made of meat
Carla started to think of Jack as a
luscious apparatus in a meat suit
Thinking this gave Carla a dreamy smile
Her mouth was small to begin with
but dreaming made it even smaller
That's just how some people are,
their mouths get smaller with dreams Carla's small mouth was dreaming
as her knife began carving a poem into the table
I like hot voids, smooth pants, lazy beds in the rain
I like tongue petals, lather, a blistering sun
but what I like best is the worship
of a luscious apparatus

When Carla was done carving
she went back to her work station
and scooped shiny white goop into jars
That's just how some people are,
their mouths get smaller with dreaming

The next day Jack took his own 1am lunch break
at the same picnic table
He noticed the poem carved into the wood
Although he didn't know who had written it,
he coincidentally thought
'Luscious Apparatus' aptly described him
So he took out his own knife and wrote
'luscious apparatus was here'

 
After a few days both Jack and Carla
happened to sit at the picnic table
at the same time
They both started to look
at the things carved in the table
Then they looked at each other
They knew who each other was
Carla's mouth got small and dreamy,
Jack's eyes got round and hot
When they got done
with the graveyard shift
They went back to Jack's apartment
and had sex
Wordless sex, slow sex,
fast sex, talking sex
Sex like animals have,
sex like boys have, sex like girls have
Sex upside down, sex inside out
Sex with grins, sex with tears
Sex, sex, sex Then she noticed the knife by the side of Jack's bed
Jack picked the knife up And Carla knew at once
that Jack's wounds were from carving himself
Jack was trying to carve poems into himself
and now he wanted to carve some in her
This was where she drew the line
She'd have any kind of sex but not with a knife
When Carla refused to let Jack carve her up,
Jack felt cheated and misled
He felt that by carving a poem in the table
Carla had been begging to be carved upon
Carla didn't see it that way at all
She got up and started putting on her clothes
Jack went nuts, he was coming at her with a knife
Carla was scared, Carla was shaking and sweating
Then, because she was small and could move fast
she ducked and Jack tripped and fell
and impaled himself in the arm with his own knife
He howled and howled and Carla got the hell out of there fast

Carla didn't think of Jack as a luscious apparatus after that

[Pale]

Cancion??? estaba pensando ahora en  YOU HELD THE WORLD IN YOUR ARMS de idlewild.Me anima bastante.


Every face, even the one you saw yesterday
It looks different today,
Because everything’s changed since yesterday
In every possible way, things seem different today,
Not like yesterday

Is consideration, more like an exception, of consideration?

You held the world in your arms tonight
And what if you held the world in your arms

When you’re secure, do you feel much safer?
When days never change and it’s three years later
It’s like your life, hasn’t changed and it’s three years late
How does it feel to be three years late
and watching your youth drift away?
What seems different seems different today
What seems different seems different today

Is consideration, more like an exception, of consideration?

You held the world in your arms tonight
And what if you held the world in your arms
You held the world in your arms tonight
And what if you held the world in your arms

[McRabo]

una letar que cuando la lei me kede acojonao es la q acompaña a mi firma. Love Hate Love de Alice In Chains:

Love, Hate, Love
Find this song on Sheet music, CD

I tried to love you I thought I could
I tried to own you I thought I would
I want to peel the skin from your face
Before the real you lays to waste

You told me I'm the only one
Sweet little angel you should have run
Lying, crying, dying to leave
Innocence creates my hell

Cheating myself still you know more
It would be so easy with a whore
Try to understand me little girl
My twisted passion to be your world

Lost inside my sick head
I live for you but I'm not alive
Take my hand before I kill
Still love you, I still burn

Love, hate, love



QUE GRANDES SOIS JERRY Y LAYNE!!!!!

[McRabo]

Ah!!! y la ultima letra que me ha atrapado es de Nacho Vegas, El Angel Simon, merece ser leida:

EL ÁNGEL SIMÓN

Simón, desde que te fuiste tengo que decir
Que la verdad, no estamos nada mal sin ti
También es cierto que podríamos estar mejor
Pero ya ves, las buenas cosas mueren bajo el sol
Y ahora es la memoria mi guía
Porque eso sí, pienso en ti cada día
Desde aquella mañana de agosto
Reinventada hasta la saciedad
Sin lograr encontrar nada de nada
Ni una explicación ni un porqué
Al que poder aferrarme
(Y ahora no sé por qué
Viene a mi mente el colchón
Que tuvimos que bajar Javi y yo a la basura
Sin poder dejar de mirar esa mancha oscura
Que allí nos dejaste como herencia y recuerdo
Antes de partir en tu último viaje
Probablemente al infierno)

Y me vas a disculpar
Si nunca te llevo rosas
Me vas a permitir
Contar algunas cosas
Sobre lo poco que sé
De tus días de vino y rosas
Con todas las bromas
Como aquella en que al pasar delante de una funeraria
Nos decías "agachaos, no vaya a ser
Que os tomen las medidas"
Ese era tu consejo, tu sabio consejo
Y no estuvo mal, pero se te olvidó
Algo importante:
Tú también tenías que agacharte
Sí, tú también tenías que agacharte
Pero nunca quisiste cuidarte
No, nunca quisiste cuidarte.

Y quiero pensar que por una vez
Hice algo mejor que tú
Quiero pensar que por una vez
Hice algo mejor
Que tú que ni siquiera
Acabaste esa carta de despedida
Que en el ordenador Santi encontró perdida
Y ahora que perdiste tan absurdamente la partida
Ahora estoy cansado
Y hasta tengo miedo de mi propia vida
Y sé que lo tendré toda la puta vida
Decida lo que decida

Bueno, al final tal vez tuviste suerte
Porque tal vez -dímelo tú-
Mejor que ser un hombre solo y arruinado
Resulte ser, como dijo el juez, "el finado"
(Mientras se tapaba la nariz con su pañuelo)
Y desde cualquier lugar
Dondequiera que ahora te estés pudriendo
Sólo quiero que sepas que ya no te tengo miedo
Que ahora estoy cansado
Y sólo tengo miedo de mi propia vida
Y que sé que lo tendré
Toda la puta vida
Decida lo que decida

Como tú siempre decías
"Formalidad poca, pero que dure"
Como tú siempre decías

Gracias

Así es y así será
Toda mi vida
Decida lo que decida.

[Dagger]

Hay tantas... Pero es el tiempo perfecto para escuchar a Weezer....


The World Has Turned And Left Me Here

The world has turned and left me here
Just where I was before you appeared
And in your place an empty space
Has filled the void behind my face

I just made love with your sweet memory
One thousand times in my head
You said you loved it more than ever
You said

You remain turned away
Turning further every day

The world has turned and left me here
Just where I was before you appeared
And in your place an empty space
Has filled the void behind my face

I talked for hours to your wallet photograph
And you just listened
You laughed enchanted by intellect
Or maybe you didn't

You remain turned away
Turning further every day

The world has turned and left me here
Just where I was before you appeared
And in your place an empty space
Has filled the void behind my face

You remain, turned away
Turning further every day

The world has turned and left me here
Just where I was before you appeared
And in your place, an empty space
Has filled the void behind my face

Do you believe what I sing now?
Do you believe what I sing now?
Do you believe?

Do you believe what I sing now?
Do you believe what I sing now?
Do you believe?



"Acabo de hacer el amor con tu dulce recuerdo". Qué metáfora más maravillosa para referirse a una paja...

Qué grandes sois, Weezer. -_-

[Ed Chigliak]

Un día, a Bob Dylan, con 22 añitos le dio por escibir esta increíble canción:

A hard rain's a-gonna fall

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin',
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin',
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

[Iluvathar]

Pueden pasar mil años más que nunca dejará de gustarme esta canción.


BLACK

Sheets of empty canvas
Untouched sheets of clay were laid spread out before me as her body once did
All five horizons revolved around her soul as the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh and all I taught her was everything
Ooh I know she gave me all that she wore

And now my bitter hands shade beneath the clouds of what was everything
All the pictures have all been washed in black tattooed every day

I take a walk outside i'm surrounded by some kids at play
Oh I can feel their laughter oh so why do I sear
Ooh and twisted thoughts that spin around my head
I'm spinning oh i'm spinning
How quick the sun can drop away

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass of what was everything
All the pictures have all been washed in black tattooed everything
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see all that I am all i'll be yeah

Uh huh uh huh ooh
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life
I know you'll be a star in somebody else's sky but why why why can't it be oh can't it be mine
Oh ohh yeah oh
Do do do do do do do x20 total yeah yeah
We ,we belong togethe

[McRabo]

joé!! estan todas en ingles????!!!!  a nadie le gustan las letras en castellano?? q la entiendas a la primera vamos, vale q hay letras en ingles q son la caña,xo x lo menos en mi caso (y os aseguro q no es problema del idioma q hablo ingles sin problemas) las letras q mas me llaman la atencion son las españolas... no se si mas gente piensa asi...

[darkestfears]

Bueeeeeeeeeno una en españoooooool

No es la q más me gusta ni mucho menos (eso me lo tengo q pensar más.....) pero esta canción me encanta. Se llama EL JINETE y la original no sé d quien es pero es muuuuuuy antigua, Bunbury canta una versión que está muy pero q muy bien (y en directo más......) si podéis bajarla q os pondrá los pelos de punta......  

Ahí va:

Por la lejana montaña va cabalgando un jinete,
Vaga solito en el mundo y va deseando su muerte.

Lleva en su pecho una herida, va con su alma destrozada;
Quisiera perder la vida y reunirse con su amada.

La quería más que a su vida y la perdió para siempre
Por eso lleva una herida, por éso busca la muerte.

Con su guitarra cantando se pasa noches enteras
Hombre y guitarra llorando a la luz de las estrellas.

Después se pierde en la noche y aunque la noche es muy bella
El va pidiéndole a Dios que se lo lleve con ella.

La quería más que a su vida y la perdió para siempre
Por eso lleva una herida, por éso busca la muerte.

Por cierto, si sabe alguien de quien es la original q me despeje la duda plis...........

[Legolas-I]

Esta canción es de Los Planetas, Santos que yo te Pinte, que pertenece al Unidad de Desplazamiento.....esta canción es de las k llegan...


Yo no tengo la culpa
de que te duela el alma
no tengo culpa ninguna
de que te  fumes plata.

A veces  me pregunto
de quién será el fantasma
que te ha tapado los ojos
para que no veas nada.

Dime donde has estado
niña de cara blanca
dónde has dejado tu risa
que no está donde estaba.

Todo lo que yo tengo
todo yo te lo daba
pero si acabas conmigo
vas a ser desgraciada.

Santos que yo te pinté
demonios se tienen que volver
Santos que yo te pinté
demonios se tienen que volver

Yo no soy ningún ángel
yo no soy ningún santo
pero lo que estás haciendo
es que me está matando

Puedes buscar por tierra
puedes buscar por aire
que como yo te he querido
no va a quererte nadie
no va a quererte nadie

Santos que yo te pinté
demonios se tienen que volver
Santos que yo te pinté
demonios se tienen que volver
Santos que yo te pinté
demonios se tienen que volver
Santos que yo te pinté
demonios se tienen que volver
Santos que yo te pinté
demonios se tienen que volver
Santos que yo te pinté
demonios se tienen que volver

[loveless]

En español, sin duda alguna, Maga. Y sobre todo, su temazo "Diecinueve":

Con viento del este hiciste una cama,
soplaste sobre ella para templarla.
y con el murmullo de tu voz de agua
me cantabas nanas sin letra.
y dormíamos tan juntos
que amanecíamos siameses.
y medíamos el tiempo en latidos.
y en tus dedos yo tocaba mis canciones,
dedos de teclas de celesta.
y tu pulso tamborileaba en mis sienes y muñecas
como diminutas patas de ciempiés.
y nos repartíamos los labios y los dientes y el hipo,
y del alfabeto, las impares.
y en tus dedos yo tocaba mis canciones,
dedos de teclas de celesta

[AnnieDog]

En español.. PIRATAS cuando te duermas:

Me miras con las manos
escondidas en la mesa
y piensas qué dirá
piensas que estás muerto
que no existe ni un momento
para descansar....

yo no insistiré
quizás esté asustado
creo que podría liberar este dolor
lamento
no entender
creo que podría liberar este dolor

Nunca ha estado claro
de qué estado te lamentas
cuando estás así
piensas que la risa
no consigue amortiguarme
lo que tengo aquí....

yo, no intentaré
saber
qué está pasando
sólo trataré de hacerte ver
que este dolor
se irá
cuando te duermas
duerme que yo haré que sueñes bien
mi amor....
lamento
no entender
creo que podría liberar este dolor
duerme que yo haré que sueñes bien
mi amor...

[crestfallen]

Se llama EL JINETE y la original no sé d quien es pero es muuuuuuy antigua, Bunbury canta una versión que está muy pero q muy bien (y en directo más......) si podéis bajarla q os pondrá los pelos de punta......  

La cancion el jinete es una ranchera original del mexicano jose alfredo jimenez, y la version de bunbury como dices es acojonante.
Y mas en español, para mi fernando alfaro ha sido (con surfin bichos) y es (con chucho) el artista mas influyente y talentoso de la escena indie de nuestro pais, un ejemplo (todas son increibles) CHUCHO: REVOLUCION

Iba por tu piel
escribiendo mi futuro,
garabateé
mi cuaderno blanco en crudo,
y la revolución
que nos trajo el peligro crudo.
Son las fases del amor: la confusión de los sentidos.

Que alguien me diga si esto es amor,
lo que me agarra el estómago.
Algo me grita revolución desde el fondo del estómago.
Algo me grita si oigo su voz, y la sangre en revolución.
Un nuevo ataque al corazón.

Suena la devastación donde sólo hubo silencio,
son las fases del amor: la destrucción de los elementos.

Que alguien me diga si esto es amor,
lo que me agarra el estómago.
Algo me grita revolución desde el fondo del estómago.
Algo me grita si oigo su voz, y la sangre en revolución.
Un nuevo ataque al corazón.

Te reventaba el corazón inflamado por la revolución.
Desde el espacio intraexterior llega el nuevo ataque del amor.
Ya nos levanta el corazón, los insurgentes y la rebelión.
Ya nos eleva el ascensor hacia la cuarta o quinta dimensión.
Como una gripe intraexterior y las células en revolución.
Algo me grita si oigo su voz ...