Keep Calm again

Are you really here or am I dreaming

If you want me

Are you really here or am I dreaming

I can't tell dreams from truth

For it's been so long since I have seen you

I can hardly remember your face anymore

When I get really lonely and the distance causes only silence

I think of you smiling with pride in your eyes a lover that sighs

If you want me satisfy me

If you want me satisfy me

Are you really sure that you believe me

When others say I lie

I wonder if you could ever despise me

When you know I really tried

To be a better one to satisfy you for you're everything to me

And I'll do what you ask me

If you let me be free

If you want me satisfy me

If you want me satisfy me

qué película tan maravillosa!

Siempre recordaré a Rita Guerrero

There’s just a few things I think that you should know

Timberwolves at New Jersey

Get up, get up

Come on, come on, lets go

There’s just a few things

I think that you should know

Those words at best

were worse than teenage poetry

Fragment ideas

and too many pronouns

Stop it, come on

You’re not making sense now

You can't make them want you

They're all just laughing

Literate and stylish (literate and stylish)

Kissable and quiet (kissable and quiet)

Well that's what girls dreams are made of

And that's all you need to know (and that’s all you need to know)

You have it or you don't (you have it or you)

You have it or you (don't)

You have it or you

You see how much time you're wastin?

You're coward of seperatin

Stop it, come on

you know I can’t help it

I got the mic

and you got the mosh pit

What will it take

to make you admit that you were wrong?

Was his demise so carefully constructed?

Well let's just say I got what I wanted

Cause in the end it’s always the same (you're still gone)

Lets go

Literate and stylish (literate and Stylish)

Kissable and quiet (kissable and quiet)

Well that's what girls dreams are made of

And that's all you need to know (and that’s all you need to know)

You have it or you don't (you have it or you)

You have it or you (don't) don't

This is me with the words on the tip of my tongue

And my eye through the scope

down the barrel of a gun (gun,gun)

Remind me not to ever act this way again

This is you trying hard to

make sure that you're seen

With a girl on your arm

and your heart on your sleeve

Remind me not to ever think of you again

This is me with the words

on the tip of my tongue

And my eye through the scope

down the barrel of a gun

Remind me not to ever act this way again (again)

again (again)

This is me with the words

on the tip of my tongue

And my eye on the scope

down the barrel of a gun

I'll never act this way again

Rest the weight (I know somethin that you don't know)

you've had your chance and folded

Don't hold your breath

because you'll only make things worse

Rest the weight (I know somethin that you don't know)

you've had your chance and folded

Don't hold your breath

because you'll only make things worse

(I know somethin that you don't know)

This is me with the worst

(I know somethin that you don't know)

Intentions, don’t

Hold your, hold your breath

(I know somethin that you don't know)

Because you'll only make things worse

Hold your breath

Because you'll only make things worse

Hold your breath

(I know somethin that you don't know)

because you'll only make things worse

Don't hold your breath because you’ll only make things worse!

You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey

Going Out In Style

I've seen a lot of sights and traveled many miles

Shook a thousand hands and seen my share of smiles

I've caused some great concern and told one too many lies

And now I see the world through these sad, old, jaded eyes

So what if I threw a party and all my friends were there?

Acquaintances, relatives, the girls who never cared

You'll have a host of rowdy hooligans in a big line out the door

Side by side with sister barbara, chief wells and bobby orr

I'd invite the flannigans

Replace the window you smashed out

I'd apologize to sluggo for pissing on his couch

I'll see mrs. mcauliffe and so many others soon

Then I'll say I'm sorry for what I did sleepwalking in her room

So what if I threw a party and invited Mayor Menino?

He'd tell you to get a permit

Well this time tom I don't think so

It's a neighborhood reunion

But now we'd get along

Van Morrison would be there and he'd sang me one last song

With a backup band of bass players to keep us up all night

Three handsome four string troubadours and Newton's old Fat Mike

I'll be in the can having a smoke with Garv and Johnny Fitz

But there's a backup in the bathroom 'cause the badger's got the shits

You may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary

You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey

Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile

I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

You can take my urn to fenway spread my ashes all about

Or you can bring me down to wolly beach and dump the sucker out

Burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while

I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

Make me up dress me up, feed me a big old shot

Of embalming fluid highballs so i don't start to rot

Now take me to Mcgreevy's, i wanna buy one final round

What cheap prick would peel an orange in his pocket

Then hurry up and suck 'em down

If there's a god the girls you loved will all come walking through the door

Maybe they'll feel bad for me and this stiff will finally score

You've got the bed already

And nerve and courage too

Cause I've been slugging from a stash of desi queally's 1980s bathtub brew

You may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary

You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey

Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile

I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

You can take my urn to fenway spread my ashes all about

Or you can bring me down to wolly beach and dump the sucker out

Burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while

I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

You may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary

You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey

Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile

I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

You can take my urn to fenway spread my ashes all about

Or you can bring me down to wolly beach and dump the sucker out

Burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while

I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

You may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary

You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey

Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile

I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

You can take my urn to fenway spread my ashes all about

Or you can bring me down to wolly beach and dump the sucker out

Burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while

I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

You may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary

You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey

Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile

I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

Spread all my ashes about

Dump the sucker out

Toast me for a while

I'm going out in style

I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite albums

Brand New Colony

I'll be the grapes fermented,
Bottled and served with the table set in my finest suit
Like a perfect gentlemen
I'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the ancient brick
Where you will sit and contemplate your day

I'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning
In an open tab when your judgment's on the brink
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite
Albums back as you're lying there drifting off to sleep...
I'll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity's done to you...
You won't have to strain to look into my eyes
I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zipped straight to the throat
With the collar up so you won't catch a cold

I want to take you far from the cynics in this town
And kiss you on the mouth
We'll cut our bodies free from the tethers of this scene,
Start a brand new colony
Where everything will change,
We'll give ourselves new names (identities erased)
The sun will heat the grounds
Under our bare feet in this brand new colony
Everything will change

keep calm

ya pasó el tiempo

Hoy escribo de un tema que ya está un poco viejo, pero he tenido mucho trabajo y no he podido escribir.

Hace justo 10 día que fui a ver a Joan Manuel Serrat al Auditorio Nacional, que presentaba su nuevo disco, un nuevo homenaje a Miguel Hernandez. Todavía recuerdo aquel disco con portada negra de 1972, ahora el disco se llama Hijo de la luz y de la sombra e incluye algunos otros poemas musicalizados. 

 

Fue un concierto memorable, un poco después de la hora pactada, se escuchó la voz de Serrat recitando “Llegó con tres heridas”, poema del primer disco y así se pasó la primer hora de concierto con canciones de estos dos discos y cerrando con “Para la libertad”, la que es mi canciones predilecta del cantautor. Cerrado así la primera etapa del recital que en total duró 140 minutos, el Nano regresó para contar una muy buena selección de sus éxitos, comenzando con “Tarres” y cerrando el concierto con “La Fiesta”. Bueno esta es una simple crónica pero quiero platicar lo que me pasó en lo personal.

Resulta que pues se me casi todas las canciones que el buen Serrat y nunca imaginé que comenzaría así y canté desde la primera hasta la última, me llené de emoción en la segunda etapa del concierto, porque también empezó con una de mis favoritas y bueno hasta ahí iba todo perfecto, cuando la señora que estaba sentada a mi lado que por cierto no había ni cantado ni aplaudido en toda la primera parte del concierto me pidió que por favor me callara, que ella había pagado para escuchar a Serrat y no a mí y que además cantaba yo muy feo. La verdad es que no reaccioné de muy buena manera y le dije que si quería silencio pues que se fuera a una iglesia jajajaja, la señora reaccionó pero ya no quise seguir discutiendo y me senté en la parte de enfrente de mi butaca y seguí cantando. Así me seguí hasta el primer encore, en ese momento me di cuenta que la vieja esta, le puso pausa a la grabadora de sonido de su iPod y volví a reaccionar, le dije a esta tipa que si se iba a robar el concierto pues mejor me hubiera avisado desde antes, para no arruinarle su grabación y ahí ya no me pudo contestar nada, digo lo más seguro es que no cante muy bien, pero bueno para eso va uno a un concierto a cantar a divertirse y más cuando es de una persona tan especial. Pero ahí no quedó todo. al segundo encore sale y canta “Penélope”  algunos nos pusimos de pié para aplaudirle y pedir que saliera una tercera vez y así ocurrió, sonaron los primeros acordes de La Fiesta y me llené de emoción, decidí quedarme parado, porque esa seguramente iba a ser la última melodía (como lo fue) pero de pronto la persona que estaba atrás de mi me empezó a golpear para que me sentara, yo no lo podía creer pero para no generar conflictos pues no tuve otra opción que resignarme y me senté. Esto último lo puedo entender un poco, porque a ver a Serrat ya va gente muy mayor que no puede estar parada mucho tiempo, también me dicen que es por el tipo de boletos que compro, pero no sé, aunque el concierto me encantó, esto último me hizo enojarme un poco, aunque también ese ha sido mi estado en las últimas semanas.

y pues aquí un vídeo de 1982 el mejor año.

con qué facilidad pasan las horas...

Nunca mejor aplicado el nombre del blog, es martes regresando del puente y yo sigo despierto es algo que me ha estado pasando, llevo un par de semanas sin poder dormir

reprochándome hasta mi pensar

Hoy por alguna razón (jeje) me la he pasado escuchando el nuevo disco de Carla Morrison y la verdad es que está muy buena. en Este Momento es la canción que más me está gustando.

Caminando por ahí

fui recordando todo lo que perdí

olvidando el pasado

descifre el futuro

mirando mi presente

conseguí valorar

aquellos frutos

aunque es difícil abrir los ojos

en un mundo tan perdido

es como haber vivido

para siempre dormido

es abrazar el momento con los brazos abierto

ahí es cuando estas realmente viviendo

y quise volver a divagar

reprochándome hasta mi pensar

jurando me volví a comprender

que la vida es amor

y eso siempre ofrecer

aunque es difícil abrir los ojos

en un mundo tan perdido

es como haber vivido

para siempre dormido

es abrazar el momento con los brazos abiertos

ahí es cuando estas realmente viviendo

aunque es difícil abrir los ojos

en un mundo tan perdido

es como haber vivido

para siempre dormido

es abrazar el momento con los brazos abiertos

ahí es cuando estas realmente contento.