The beats, yeah, they were coming out the speakers
and were winding up straight in your sneakers
and I'm dancing like every song who spends his bizzle
like all my dance heroes would if they existed

And yeah it's sad that you think that we're all just scenesters
(and even if we were it's not the scene you're thinking of)
to taking props from nineties boy band fashions
all crop tops and testosterone passion

If there's one thing I could never confess,
it's that I can't dance a single step

It's you! it's me! and there's dancing!
it's you! it's me! and there's dancing!

Not sure if you mind if I dance with you,
but I don't think right now that you care about anything at all
and oh, if only there were clothes on the floor,
I'd feel for certain I was bedroom dancing

And it's all flailing limbs at the front line
every single one of us is twisted by design
and dispatches from the back of my mind
say as long as we're here everything is alright

If there's one thing that I could never confess,
it's that I can't dance a single step

It's you! it's me! and there's dancing!
it's you! it's me! and there's dancing!

If there's one thing that I could never confess,
it's that I can't dance a single step
one thing that I could never confess,
it's that I can't dance a single step

It's you! it's me! and there's dancing!
it's you! it's me! and there's dancing!

Labels: Los Campesinos, Mary, You Me Dancing

The pebbles you've arranged
In the sand, they're strange
They speak to me like constellations
As we lie here
There's a magic I can hold
Your smile of honey gold
And that you never seem to be in short supply of

Chorus:
Oooh, so baby let's get it on
Drinking wine and killing time
Sitting in the summer sun
You know I've wanted you so long
Why do you have to
Drop that bomb on me?

Lazy days, crazy dolls
You said we've been friends too long
Seven days in sunny June
Were long enough to bloom
The flowers on the summer dress you wore in spring
The way we laughed as one
And then you dropped the bomb
That I've known you too long
For us to have a thing

[Chorus x2]

Could it be this?
The stories in your eyes
The silent wings
You'll fly away on

Seven days in sunny June
Were long enough to bloom
The flowers on the sunbeam dress you wore in spring
Yeah, yeah, the way we laughed as one
Why did you drop the bomb on me?

[Chorus]

Could it be this?
The honeysuckle blessings you seem to show me
Could it be this?
For seven days in June I wasn't lonely
Could it be this?
You never gave me time to say I love you
Could it be this?
I know you don't believe me but it's so true

Don't walk away from me, girl
I read the sories in your eyes
Don't you walk away from me, girl
I read the sories in your eyes
Don't you walk away from me, girl
I read the sories in your eyes
Don't you walk away
I read the sories in your eyes

And you've been telling me
We've been friends for too long
Why do you want to drop the bomb?
Telling me
We've been friends for too long
Why do you want to drop the bomb?
You tell me we've been friends for too long, yeah
I think I love you
I think I love you
Why do you want to drop that bomb?


Espero les guste ;), Erika.

Labels: Jamiroquai, Seven Days in Sunny June

How can I think I'm standing strong,
yet feel the air beneath my feet?
how can happiness feel so wrong?
how can misery feel so sweet?
how can you let me watch you sleep,
then break my dreams the way you do?
how can I have got in so deep?
why did I fall in love with you?

This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been
feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen,
this is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known,
I was never crazy on my own
and now I know that there's a link between the two,
being close to craziness and being close to you

How can you make me fall apart
then break my fall with loving lies?
it's so easy to break a heart;
it's so easy to close your eyes
how can you treat me like a child
yet like a child I yearn for you?
how can anyone feel so wild?
how can anyone feel so blue?

This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been
feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen,
this is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known,
I was never crazy on my own
and now I know that there's a link between the two,
being close to craziness and being close to you

Labels: Katie Melua, Mary, The closest thing to crazy

En mi primera intervención en este grupo les presenté una pieza instrumental de un músico venezolano llamado Aldemaro Romero, que murió en el 2007 pero era muy reconocido en Venezuela por su larga trayectoria como compositor, arreglista, pianista y director de la orquesta filarmónica de Caracas, la canción a continuación se llama de Conde a Principal y aunque en correo les mostré la versión en Neofolklore, acá les traigo la versión original de esta hermosa melodía con imágenes de mi Caracas de antaño y también esta la versión en Neofolklore 2 en 1.

De conde a principal - Versión original



De Conde a principal - Versión Neofolklore






Erika

Labels: Aldemaro Romero, De conde a Principal, verisón original

The way you leave me in the dark, aren't you clever
the way you space things apart feels like forever
and I can't predict the changes, everything's so strange
I never mind, I never care, it always makes my day

When you come home, here we go again
wondering, if we'll ever win
when you come home, I can't help falling
even though it's a long way down
it's a long way down

Feel the pull of the dance draws nearer
I leave it all up to chance maybe never
but it tends to fill the sky every kind of light
like the birds, in the wind makes my heart just fly

When you come home, here we go again
wondering, if we'll ever win
when you come home, I can't help falling
even though it's a long way down

There is no black and white
just know it feels right
it feels right

When you come home, here we go again
wondering, if you'll ever care
when you come home, I can't help falling
even though it's a long way down
it's a long way down

The way you leave me in the dark,
aren't you clever?

Labels: Aren't you clever, Mary, Mr. Special and Laurie Webb Music

En la garganta
siento un nudo que quebranta
a una mujer
que no es virgen ni es santa.

Eva pagaria
su costilla por la mia
de una sola
vez su manzana digerida.

Eva se marcho
solo me dejo
con un gran dolor
que era de los dos.

En el pecado
solo hay victima de enfado
que culpa puede haber
que arrastremos del pasado.

La imposicion
de nuestra persepcion
la que confunde
el odio entre los dos.

En su manzana
queda carne envenenada
presa de una pasion
deja un amargo sabor.

Eva se marcho
Solo me dejo
con un gran dolor
que era de los dos.

Eva se marcho
Eva se marcho
Se marcho...

Eva!!

Labels: Erika, Eva, Sentimiento Muerto

Si te quiero es porque sos
mi amor mi cómplice y todo
y en la calle codo a codo
somos mucho más que dos (bis).

Tus manos son mi caricia
mis acordes cotidianos
te quiero porque tus manos
trabajan por la justicia.

Si te quiero es porque sos
mi amor mi cómplice y todo
y en la calle codo a codo
somos mucho mas que dos (bis).

Tus ojos son mi conjuro
contra la mala jornada
te quiero por tu mirada
que mira y siembra futuro.

Tu boca que es tuya y mia
tu boca no se equivoca
te quiero porque tu boca
sabe gritar rebeldía...

Si te quiero es porque sos,
mi amor, mi cómplice y todo,
y en la calle codo a codo,
somos mucho más que dos (bis).

Y por tu rostro sincero
y paso bagabundo
y tu llanto por el mundo
porque sos pueblo te quiero.

Y porque amor no es aureola
ni cándida moraleja
y porque somos pareja
que sabe que no esta sola
te quiero en mi paraíso
es decir que en mi país
la gente viva feliz
aunque no tenga permiso.

Si te quiero es porque sos
mi amor mi cómplice y todo
y en la calle codo a codo
somos mucho mas que dos,
y en la calle codo a codo
somos mucho mas que dos

Labels: Cuarteto Zupay, Diego, Somos mucho más que dos

Como un océano, como un mar
como río correntoso, como lago inabarcable.

No pude ser la gota,
música en el cantaro.
Pausa que arrasa y suelta
los pájaros del deseo.

Mi seguridad no alcanza, una lanza abrió un costado
detras de esta mascara hay un chico asustado.
Quebrado...Quebrado...

Miedo de morir antes de saber vivir.

Como atar de piedra, como sacrificio
como corazón arrancado, como sangre en oledas.

No supe ser la paz
la hondura que no ahoga,
la risa que perdura,
la confianza que entrega.

Mi seguridad es falsa, la lanza abrió un costado
detrás de esta máscara hay un chico asustado.
Quebrado...Quebrado...

Miedo de morir antes de saber vivir...


***
El video es de la canción No es una pena?, del mismo álbum. Aquí la letra:

No te pone triste
No te da dolor
La crueldad de unos con otros
La sombra del rencor
Como a veces sin pensar
Tomamos el amor
Y no lo retribuimos
No te pone triste ...

Las cosas llevan tiempo
No es fácil de explicar
Cuando tan poca gente
Ve al otro como igual
Y sus lagrimas sin fin
Quizas ya no les dejen ver
Lo bello que es el mundo
No te pone triste;

Y es tan triste ...

Labels: Diego, Pedro Aznar, Quebrado

Mira niñita
te voy a llevar a ver la luna
brillando en el mar
mira hacia el cielo
y olvida ese lánguido temor
que fue permanente emoción.

Para la hija
de un hombre con ojos de cristal
y papel sellado en la piel.

Mira hacia el cielo
y olvida ese lánguido temor
que fue permanente emoción.

¡Ay! fue permanente emoción
tu pelito en tus ojos de miel
pero ya en tu pecho
florecerán colores de amor

florecerán...

tu pelito...

La ternura tendrás para ti
para ti
florecerán
la ternura...
pero ya en tu pecho
florecerán colores de amor

Labels: Gabriela, Los Jaivas, Mira Niñita

Epifánico silencio a la hora del amar,
tus ensueños ya se hicieron a la mar,
un extracto del perfume del dolor,
tus muñecas boca arriba y hacia el sol.
Tus regalos deberían de llegar,
los elefantes locos, el vestido, el ajuar.

Caminando en la neblina que disipa el corazón,
los milagros en tu cuerpo ya será
las violetas de tu sangre vivirán
sobre un río enamorado y en su andar.
Tus regalos deberían de llegar,
las velas, las vajillas y tu felicidad.

Y no sabes si detenerte o llover,
y parada sobre el mundo a tus pies
tu sonrisa que nos hace temblar,
tiembla el mundo que no entiende al final
ese beso de la vida, la sutil melancolía,
el momento cuando piras, los espacios donde miras,
y las gotas de tu lluvia se irán.

Y otra vez en la secuencia de los pétalos que caen
se descubren los misterios del azar
y las manos que se encuentran en la flor,
la bestial naturaleza del amor.
Tus regalos deberían de llegar,
si todo se termina, todo vuelve a empezar.

La mañana que se viene es una vieja sensación
que refleja los espejos del tiempo,
y la niña acurrucada en el rincón
es la chica contra la furia de Dios
Tus regalos deberían de llegar,
no es mucho lo que tengo para darte, mirá.

Y no sabes si detenerte...
y las gotas de tu lluvia se irán,
y tus regalos deberían de llegar,
y las gotas de tu lluvia se irán.

Labels: Diego, Fito Páez, Tus regalos deberían de llegar

I'm taking a ride off to one side
It is a personal thing.
Where? When I can't stand
Up in this cage I'm not regretting.

I don't need a better thing,
I'd settle for less,
It's another thing for me,
I just have to wander through this world
Alone.

Stop before you fall
Into the hole that I have dug here,
Rest even as you
Are starting to feel the way I used to,
I don't need a better thing
Just to sound confused.
Don't talk about everyone,
I am not amused by you.

'Cause I'm gonna lose you,
Yes, I'm gonna lose you
If I'm gonna lose you,

'Cause I'm gonna lose you,
Yes, I'm gonna lose you
If I'm gonna lose you
I'll lose you now for good

Labels: Diego, Lose you, Pete Yorn

I brought you something close to me,
left for something you see though you're here
you haunt my dreams
there’s nothing to do but believe,
just believe, just breathe

Another day, just believe
another day, just breathe
another day, just believe
another day, just breathe

I’m used to it by now

Another day, just believe
just breathe, just believe
just breathe, lying in my bed,
another day, staring at the ceiling

Just breathe, another day,
another day, just believe,
another day
I’m used to it by now
I’m used to it by now

Just breathe, just believe
just breathe, just believe
just believe, just breathe
just believe,
another day, just believe
another day
another day, just believe,
another day, just breathe,
another day (I do believe)
another day (so hard to breathe)
another day (not so hard to believe)
another day, another day

Labels: Breathe, Mary, Télépopmusik