Todos tenemos canciones que nos producen un estado de ánimo especial. Alegrías o cicatrices imborrables. Aquí van algunas de ellas. Si no son las tuyas, óyelas en cualquier caso y hazlas coincidir con momentos especiales. Te atraparán.
There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where I feel my home
And I built a home
For you
For me
Until it disappeared
From me
From you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust
(Instrumental)
Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree that's old as me
Branches were sewn by the colour of green
Ground had arose and passed its knees
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By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
Una de las artistas y una de las voces con más personalidad de este país.En metamorfosis permanente;insatisfacción contenida;duende;enigma.Auténtica.Nuestra Beth Gibbons.
Como un Animal
Seguiré la pista a ciegas y te encontraré
alcanzaré la altura,
caeré en picado y te encontraré
como a un animal en un combate,
yo te encontraré
sentí el viento en la cara
vi a los lobos pasar entre la oscuridad
intenté respirar
y me puse a temblar
pasarás sin ser visto,
y te encontraré
escoltado por tus guardianes,
yo te encontraré
como un animal desesperado,
yo te encontraré
sentí el viento en la cara
vi a los lobos pasar entre la oscuridad
bebes del manantial
como un maldito animal
Van Morrison emociona. Esta canción es una muestra. Fantástica.
I've been walking by the river
I've been walking down by the water
I've been walking down by the river
I've been feeling so sad and blue
I've been thinking, I've been thinking, I've been thinking,
I've been thinking, I've been thinking, I've been thinking,
Ah there's so much suffering, and it's
Too much confusion, too much, too much confusion in the world
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me way back, take me way back, take me way back
Take me way back, take me way back, take me way back
Take me way back, take me way back, ah!
Take me way, way, way, way, way, way, way back, huh!
Help me un.....help me understand
Take me, do you remember the time darlin'
When everything made more sense in the world (yeah)
Oh I remember, I remember
When life made more sense
Ah, ah, take me back, take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back (woah) to when the world made more sense
Well there's too much suffering and confusion
And I'm walking down by the river
Oh, let me understand religion
Way, way back, way back
When you walked, in a green field, in a green meadow
Down an avenue of trees
On a, on a golden summer
And the sky was blue
And you didn't have no worries, you didn't have no care
You were walking in a green field
In a meadow, through the buttercups, in the summertime
And you looked way out over, way out
Way out over the city and the water
And it feels so good, and it feels so good
And you keep on walking
And the music on the radio, and the music on the radio
Has so much soul, has so much soul
And you listen, in the nightime
While we're still and quiet
And you look out on the water
And the big ships, and the big boats
Came on sailing by, by, by, by
And you felt so good, and I felt so good
I felt I wanna blow my harmonica
Take me back, there, take me way back there
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me way, way, way back, way back
To when, when I understood
When I understood the light, when I understood the light
In the golden afternoon, in the golden afternoon
In the golden afternoon, in the golden afternoon
In the golden afternoon when we sat and listened to Sonny Boy blow
In the golden afternoon when
We sat and let Sonny Boy, blow, blow his harp
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me way, way, way, way, way, way, way
Back when I, when I understood, when I understood, yeah
Oh, ah, take me way back, when, when, when, when, when, when
When, when, when, when, when, when, when
I was walking down the
Walking down the street and
It didn't matter
'Cause everything felt, everything felt, everything felt
Everything felt, everything felt, everything felt, everything felt
Everything felt, everything felt, everything felt so right, ha
And so good
Everything felt, so right, and so good
Everything felt, so right, and so good
Everything felt, so right, and so good, ah
Everything felt, so right, and so good
Everything felt, so right, and so good, so good
In the eternal now, in the eternal moment
In the eternal now, in the eternal moment
In the eternal now
Everything felt so good, so good, so good, so good, so good
And so right, so right, so right, just
So good, so right, so right, in the eternal
In the eternal moment, in the eternal moment
In the eternal moment, in the eternal moment
When you lived, when you lived
When you lived, in the light
When you lived in the grace
In the grace, in grace
When you lived in the light
In the light, in the grace
Zero 7 está formado por Henry Binns y Sam Hardaker, amigos desde su adolescencia y ambos, ingenieros de sonido. En 1999 formaron este grupo que lleva el nombre de un club nocturno de Honduras.
En 2001 lanzaron éste su primer disco, Simple Things,
En este álbum participan Mozez, Sia Furler y Sophie Barker como vocalistas.
Relajante. Interesante seguir su trayectoria y la de Sia Furler, cantante en este tema Destiny.
Este mítico grupo de rock ( 1967, Birmingham, Inglaterra) estaba liderado por Steve Winwood, con Jim Capaldi, Chris Wood y Dave Mason. Esta canción pertenece al álbum del mismo título.
En este álbum ya no estaba Dave Manson, si estaba Ric Grech.
"John Barleycorn must die", fue editado en el sello Island en 1970 y ha sido su álbum de más éxito.
There were three men came out of the West, Their fortunes for to try, And these three men made a solemn vow: John Barleycorn must die.
They've ploughed, they've sewn, they've harrowed him in, Threw clods upon his head, And these three men made a solemn vow: John Barleycorn was dead.
They've let him lie for a very long time, ‘Till the rains from heaven did fall, And little Sir John sprung up his head, And so amazed them all.
They've let him stand ‘till midsummer's day, ‘Till he looked both pale and wan, And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard, And so become a man.
They've hired men with the scythes so sharp, To cut him off at the knee, They've rolled him and tied him by the way, Serving him most barbarously.
They've hired men with the sharp pitchforks, Who pricked him to the heart, And the loader he has served him worse than that, For he's bound him to the cart
They've wheeled him around and around the field, ‘Till they came unto a barn, And there they made a solemn oath, On poor John Barleycorn.
They've hired men with the crab-tree sticks, To cut him skin from bone, And the miller he has served him worse than that, For he's ground him between two stones.
And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl, And he's brandy in the glass; And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl, Proved the strongest man at last.
The huntsman, he can't hunt the fox, Nor so loudly to blow his horn, And the tinker he can't mend kettle nor pot, Without a little Barleycorn
Robert Cray es un blues man que canta con el corazón y eso se nota. Este "Moan" perteneciente al disco titulado Some Rainy Morning, es un grito de dolor por la pérdida del ser amado.
