<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177</id><updated>2011-10-05T22:11:32.639+02:00</updated><category term='The Alan Parsons Project'/><category term='Carly Simon'/><category term='The Verve'/><category term='Fleetwood Mac'/><category term='No Doubt'/><category term='Neil Diamond'/><category term='The Beatles'/><category term='Joan Jett'/><category term='Britney Spears'/><category term='Lobo'/><category term='New Order'/><category term='Mecano'/><category term='The Arrows'/><category term='Cyndi Lauper'/><category term='Dire Straits'/><category term='Don McLean'/><category term='Dido'/><category term='Nathan Larson'/><category term='Tommy James And The Shondells'/><category term='R.E.M.'/><category term='Suzanne Vega'/><category term='Madonna'/><category term='The Killers'/><category term='Alanis Morissette'/><category term='The Cranberries'/><category term='Robert Miles'/><category term='Restless Heart'/><category term='Talk Talk'/><category term='The Smiths'/><category term='Red Hot Chili Peppers'/><category term='Seal'/><category term='Creedence Clearwater Revival'/><category term='Morrissey'/><category term='U2'/><category term='Erasure'/><category term='The Cardigans'/><category term='Roxette'/><category term='Lenny Kravitz'/><category term='Arvo Pärt'/><category term='Rod Stewart'/><category term='Richard Ashcroft'/><category term='Crowded House'/><category term='Elvis Presley'/><category term='Patsy Cline'/><category term='Urge Overkill'/><category term='Robyn'/><category term='Andrés Calamaro'/><category term='Natalie Imbruglia'/><title type='text'>¿Y qué escucho yo ahora?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-7525360133676824476</id><published>2011-06-01T14:01:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T14:15:47.621+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Miles'/><title type='text'>Robert Miles - One And One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gqY94S7g6Q8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The sky isn't always blue&lt;br /&gt;The sun doesn't always shine&lt;br /&gt;It's alright to fall apart sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;I am not always you&lt;br /&gt;And you are not always mine&lt;br /&gt;It's alright to fall apart sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all is said and done&lt;br /&gt;One and one still is one&lt;br /&gt;When we cry, when we laugh&lt;br /&gt;I am half, you are half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart isn't always true&lt;br /&gt;And I am not always fine&lt;br /&gt;We all have an angry heart sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all is said and done&lt;br /&gt;One and one still is one&lt;br /&gt;When we cry, when we laugh&lt;br /&gt;I am half, you are half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how far we have come&lt;br /&gt;One and one still is&lt;br /&gt;One moon (one moon)&lt;br /&gt;One star (one star)&lt;br /&gt;I love the one we are&lt;br /&gt;One thread (one thread)&lt;br /&gt;One line (one line)&lt;br /&gt;Let's stand still in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One moon (one moon)&lt;br /&gt;One star (one star)&lt;br /&gt;I love the one we are&lt;br /&gt;One thread (one thread)&lt;br /&gt;One line (one line)&lt;br /&gt;That runs through our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all is said and done&lt;br /&gt;One and one still is one&lt;br /&gt;When we cry, when we laugh&lt;br /&gt;I am half, you are half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how far we have come&lt;br /&gt;One and one still is one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Written by  B. Steinberg, M.C. D'Ubaldo &amp;amp; R. Nowels&lt;br /&gt;Vocals by Maria Nayler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primero apareció en la versión americana del album &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dreamland&lt;/span&gt;, de 1996. Se convirtió en single y a finales de año se incluyó en la reedición europea del album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First published on the American version of the 1996 LP &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dreamland&lt;/span&gt;. It became a single and at the end of the year it was included on the european reedition of the album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-7525360133676824476?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/7525360133676824476/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=7525360133676824476' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/7525360133676824476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/7525360133676824476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2011/06/robert-miles-one-and-one.html' title='Robert Miles - One And One'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gqY94S7g6Q8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-3786171867505824872</id><published>2009-11-11T16:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:16:00.345+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lobo'/><title type='text'>Lobo - I'd Love You To Want Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CQp7JTgEdrs&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CQp7JTgEdrs&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I saw you standing there&lt;br /&gt;I about fell off my chair&lt;br /&gt;When you moved your mouth to speak&lt;br /&gt;I felt the blood go to my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it took time for me to know&lt;br /&gt;What you tried so not to show&lt;br /&gt;Something in my soul just cried&lt;br /&gt;I see the want in your blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'd love you to want me&lt;br /&gt;The way that I want you&lt;br /&gt;The way that it should be&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you'd love me to want you&lt;br /&gt;The way that I want to&lt;br /&gt;If you'd only let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told yourself years ago&lt;br /&gt;You'd never let your feelings show&lt;br /&gt;The obligation that you made&lt;br /&gt;For the title that they gave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'd love you to want me&lt;br /&gt;The way that I want you&lt;br /&gt;The way that it should be&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you'd love me to want you&lt;br /&gt;The way that I want to&lt;br /&gt;If you'd only let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it took time for me to know&lt;br /&gt;What you tried so not to show&lt;br /&gt;Something in my soul just cried&lt;br /&gt;I see the want in your blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'd love you to want me&lt;br /&gt;The way that I want you&lt;br /&gt;The way that it should be&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you'd love me to want you&lt;br /&gt;The way that I want to&lt;br /&gt;If you'd only let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Writen by Lobo (Roland Kent Lavoie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del album de 1972 &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Of A Simple Man&lt;/span&gt;. El vídeo es un poco cutre, pero es lo más decente que he encontrado, así con karaoke y todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From 1972 album &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Of A Simple Man&lt;/span&gt;. This karaoke video is the most decent thing I have found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-3786171867505824872?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/3786171867505824872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=3786171867505824872' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/3786171867505824872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/3786171867505824872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2009/11/lobo-id-love-you-to-want-me.html' title='Lobo - I&apos;d Love You To Want Me'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-8790370102287712767</id><published>2009-11-06T21:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:19:41.984+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rod Stewart'/><title type='text'>Rod Stewart - Maggie May</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tlWpnLdPwvk&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tlWpnLdPwvk&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wake up Maggie I think I got something to say to you&lt;br /&gt;It's late September and I really should be back at school&lt;br /&gt;I know I keep you amused but I feel I'm being used&lt;br /&gt;Oh Maggie I couldn't have tried any more&lt;br /&gt;You lured me away from home just to save you from being alone&lt;br /&gt;You stole my heart and that's what really hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning sun when it's in your face really shows your age&lt;br /&gt;But that don't worry me none in my eyes you're everything&lt;br /&gt;I laughed at all of your jokes my love you didn't need to coax&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Maggie I couldn't have tried any more&lt;br /&gt;You lured me away from home, just to save you from being alone&lt;br /&gt;You stole my soul and that's a pain I can do without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I needed was a friend to lend a guiding hand&lt;br /&gt;But you turned into a lover and&lt;br /&gt;mother what a lover, you wore me out&lt;br /&gt;All you did was wreck my bed&lt;br /&gt;and in the morning kick me in the head&lt;br /&gt;Oh Maggie I couldn't have tried anymore&lt;br /&gt;You lured me away from home 'cause you didn't want to be alone&lt;br /&gt;You stole my heart I couldn't leave you if I tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I could collect my books and get on back to school&lt;br /&gt;Or steal my daddy's cue and make a living out of playing pool&lt;br /&gt;Or find myself a rock and roll band that needs a helpin' hand&lt;br /&gt;Oh Maggie I wish I'd never seen your face&lt;br /&gt;You made a first class fool out of me&lt;br /&gt;But I'm as blind as a fool can be&lt;br /&gt;You stole my heart but I love you anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie I wish I'd never seen your face&lt;br /&gt;I'll get on back home one of these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Written by Rod Stewart &amp;amp; Martin Quittenton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canción de 1971, concebida como cara-B del single &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Reason To Believe&lt;/span&gt;, llegó a ser número 1 en Reino Unido y Estados Unidos a la vez. Blur, Wet Wet Wet, Melissa Etheridge, The Pogues, Counting Crows la han versionado. El grupo español M-Clan la tradujo al castellano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Released in 1971 as the B-side for the single &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Reason To Believe&lt;/span&gt;. It reached #1 simultaneously in UK and USA. Blur, Wet Wet Wet, Melissa Etheridge, The Pogues, Counting Crows have covered it. Spanish group M-Clan translated it into Spanish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-8790370102287712767?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/8790370102287712767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=8790370102287712767' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/8790370102287712767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/8790370102287712767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2009/11/rod-stewart-maggie-may.html' title='Rod Stewart - Maggie May'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-6876748335218400348</id><published>2009-11-02T01:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T02:20:21.152+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tommy James And The Shondells'/><title type='text'>Tommy James And The Shondells - Crimson And Clover</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3C4HQQSz-K8&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3C4HQQSz-K8&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I don't hardly know her&lt;br /&gt;But I think I could love her&lt;br /&gt;Crimson and clover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah&lt;br /&gt;Well if she come walkin' over&lt;br /&gt;Now I been waitin' to show her&lt;br /&gt;Crimson and clover&lt;br /&gt;Over and over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;My mind's such a sweet thing&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do everything&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful feeling&lt;br /&gt;Crimson and clover&lt;br /&gt;Over and over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crimson and clover, over and over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Writen by Tommy James &amp;amp; Peter Lucia Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canción de 1968, para el album homónimo. En su primera versión, Peter Lucia Jr. toca la percusión, y Tommy James el resto de instrumentos. Joan Jett, Cher, Dolly Parton e incluso Prince la han versionado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From 1968 &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Crimson And Clover&lt;/span&gt; album. In that version, Peter Lucia Jr. played drums and Tommy James all other instruments. Joan Jett, Cher, Dolly Parton and most recently Prince have covered this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-6876748335218400348?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/6876748335218400348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=6876748335218400348' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/6876748335218400348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/6876748335218400348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2009/11/tommy-james-and-shondells-crimson-and.html' title='Tommy James And The Shondells - Crimson And Clover'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-1048370895072160792</id><published>2009-10-29T15:16:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T15:40:22.325+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creedence Clearwater Revival'/><title type='text'>Creedence Clearwater Revival - Have You Ever Seen The Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TS9_ipu9GKw&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone told me long ago, there's a calm before the storm.&lt;br /&gt;I know, and it's been comin' for some time.&lt;br /&gt;When it's over, so they say, it'll rain a sunny day.&lt;br /&gt;I know, shinin' down like water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?&lt;br /&gt;I want to know, have you ever seen the rain&lt;br /&gt;comin' down on a sunny day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, and days before, sun is cold and rain is hard.&lt;br /&gt;I know, been that way for all my time.&lt;br /&gt;'Til forever on it goes through the circle fast and slow,&lt;br /&gt;I know, and it can't stop, I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?&lt;br /&gt;I want to know, have you ever seen the rain&lt;br /&gt;comin' down on a sunny day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Written by John Fogerty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incluida en el disco &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pendulum&lt;/span&gt; de 1970. Versionada por Ramones, Joan Jett, Bonnie Tyler, Rod Stewart, Spin Doctors... entre otros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Included in the album &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pendulum&lt;/span&gt; (1970). Covered by Ramones, Joan Jett, Bonnie Tyler, Rod Stewart, Spin Doctors... amongst many others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-1048370895072160792?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/1048370895072160792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=1048370895072160792' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/1048370895072160792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/1048370895072160792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2009/10/creedence-clearwater-revival-have-you.html' title='Creedence Clearwater Revival - Have You Ever Seen The Rain'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-1548251921954298057</id><published>2009-09-20T12:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:20:57.143+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arvo Pärt'/><title type='text'>Spiegel Im Spiegel - Arvo Pärt</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E-t5Nk49yZs&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E-t5Nk49yZs&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-1548251921954298057?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/1548251921954298057/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=1548251921954298057' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/1548251921954298057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/1548251921954298057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2009/09/spiegel-im-spiegel-arvo-part.html' title='Spiegel Im Spiegel - Arvo Pärt'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-8578601042429488581</id><published>2009-06-22T15:54:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:24:37.665+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roxette'/><title type='text'>Roxette - Things Will Never Be The Same</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hw88WtVEC_k&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hw88WtVEC_k&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay it down&lt;br /&gt;Pull my heart to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Time's getting cold&lt;br /&gt;Now the leaves all turn hard and blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know&lt;br /&gt;When I gaze to the sun&lt;br /&gt;No place to hide&lt;br /&gt;I got nowhere to run from you&lt;br /&gt;Away from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I don't know when&lt;br /&gt;When we will ever meet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was then&lt;br /&gt;Baby this is now&lt;br /&gt;I try to get over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing you...&lt;br /&gt;Things will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me call your name?&lt;br /&gt;If we changed it back again&lt;br /&gt;Things would never be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your hand&lt;br /&gt;Babe, I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;You've got the eyes of a child but you hurt like a man&lt;br /&gt;Always do&lt;br /&gt;Always do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch me now&lt;br /&gt;Girl I don't know when&lt;br /&gt;When we will ever meet again?&lt;br /&gt;That was then&lt;br /&gt;Baby this is now&lt;br /&gt;Time won't get over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing you...&lt;br /&gt;Things will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me call your name?&lt;br /&gt;If we changed it back again&lt;br /&gt;Things would never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Words &amp;amp; music by Per Gessle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción apareció por primera vez en el album &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Joyride&lt;/span&gt;, de 1991. Este directo grabado en Zürich se incluyó un año más tarde en el &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tourism: Songs From Studios, Stages, Hotelrooms &amp;amp; Other Places&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This song was published for the first time in the album Joyride (1991). This live version recorded in Zürich was included, one year later, in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tourism: Songs From Studios, Stages, Hotelrooms &amp;amp; Other Places&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-8578601042429488581?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/8578601042429488581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=8578601042429488581' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/8578601042429488581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/8578601042429488581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2009/06/roxette-things-will-never-be-same.html' title='Roxette - Things Will Never Be The Same'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-6203289722889301202</id><published>2009-05-19T13:41:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:05:29.388+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Hot Chili Peppers'/><title type='text'>Red Hot Chili Peppers - Under The Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E1N_JDqHOZ8&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E1N_JDqHOZ8&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I feel&lt;br /&gt;Like I don't have a partner&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel&lt;br /&gt;Like my only friend&lt;br /&gt;Is the city I live in&lt;br /&gt;The city of angels&lt;br /&gt;Lonely as I am&lt;br /&gt;Together we cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive on her streets&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she's my companion&lt;br /&gt;I walk through her hills&lt;br /&gt;And she knows who I am&lt;br /&gt;She sees my good deeds&lt;br /&gt;And she kisses me windy&lt;br /&gt;I never worry&lt;br /&gt;Now that is a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever want to feel&lt;br /&gt;Like I did that day&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the place I love&lt;br /&gt;Take me all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;That there's nobody out there&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;That I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;At least I have her love&lt;br /&gt;The city she loves me&lt;br /&gt;Lonely as I am&lt;br /&gt;Together we cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever want to feel&lt;br /&gt;Like I did that day&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the place I love&lt;br /&gt;Take me all that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the bridge downtown&lt;br /&gt;Is where I drew some blood&lt;br /&gt;Under the bridge downtown&lt;br /&gt;I could not get enough&lt;br /&gt;Under the bridge downtown&lt;br /&gt;Forgot about my love&lt;br /&gt;Under the bridge downtown&lt;br /&gt;I gave my life away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Written by Anthony Kiedis, John Frusciante, Flea &amp;amp; Chad Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo single del &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Blood Sugar Sex Magik&lt;/span&gt;, de 1991. El video original fue dirigido por Gus Van Sant. Y las All Saints versionaron la canción en 1998.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Second single from Blood Sugar Sex Magik (1992). Original video was recorded by Gus Van Sant, and All Saints covered the song in 1998.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-6203289722889301202?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/6203289722889301202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=6203289722889301202' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/6203289722889301202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/6203289722889301202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2009/05/red-hot-chili-peppers-under-bridge.html' title='Red Hot Chili Peppers - Under The Bridge'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-4228300607819556134</id><published>2009-05-02T18:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T18:38:01.079+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elvis Presley'/><title type='text'>Elvis Presley - Suspicious Minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xTYg2Q-vDJ0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xTYg2Q-vDJ0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We're caught in a trap&lt;br /&gt;I can't walk out&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you too much baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you see&lt;br /&gt;What you're doing to me&lt;br /&gt;When you don't believe a word I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't go on together&lt;br /&gt;With suspicious minds&lt;br /&gt;And we can't build our dreams&lt;br /&gt;On suspicious minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if an old friend I know&lt;br /&gt;Drops by to say hello&lt;br /&gt;Would I still see suspicion in your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again&lt;br /&gt;Asking where I've been&lt;br /&gt;You can't see these tears are real&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't go on together&lt;br /&gt;With suspicious minds&lt;br /&gt;And be can't build our dreams&lt;br /&gt;On suspicious minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh let our love survive&lt;br /&gt;Or dry the tears from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Let's don't let a good thing die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When honey, you know&lt;br /&gt;I've never lied to you&lt;br /&gt;Mmm yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Written by Mark James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Último número 1 de Elvis Presley, en 1969. Canción que ocupa el puesto 91 entre las 500 mejores canciones de todos los tiempos según la revista Rolling Stone. Escrita por el autor de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Always On My Mind&lt;/span&gt;, también popularizada por Elvis. Dee Dee Warwick (la hermana de Dionne), Fine Young Cannibals o Robbie Williams también la han versionado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Elvis Presley's #1 single, in 1969. #91 in the list of 500 greatest songs of all time, for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rolling Stone&lt;/span&gt; magazine. Dee Dee Warwick (Dionne's sister), Fine Young Cannibals or Robbie Williams have also covered it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-4228300607819556134?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/4228300607819556134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=4228300607819556134' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/4228300607819556134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/4228300607819556134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2009/05/elvis-presley-suspicious-minds.html' title='Elvis Presley - Suspicious Minds'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-6096912520942344038</id><published>2009-04-30T18:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:49:18.578+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrés Calamaro'/><title type='text'>Andrés Calamaro - Paloma</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M6iUzLNj-AE&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M6iUzLNj-AE&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mi vida fuimos a volar&lt;br /&gt;Con un solo paracaídas&lt;br /&gt;Uno sólo va aquedar&lt;br /&gt;Volando a la deriva&lt;br /&gt;Vivir así no es vivír&lt;br /&gt;Esperando y esperando&lt;br /&gt;Porque vivir es jugar&lt;br /&gt;Y yo quiero seguir jugando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le dije a mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Sin gloria pero sin pena&lt;br /&gt;No cometas el crimen, varón&lt;br /&gt;Si no vas a cumplir la condena&lt;br /&gt;Quiero vivir a veces&lt;br /&gt;Para poder olvidarte&lt;br /&gt;Quiero llevarte conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Y no voy a ninguna parte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te preocupes, Paloma&lt;br /&gt;Hoy no estoy adentro mío&lt;br /&gt;Tu amor es mi enfermedad&lt;br /&gt;Soy un envase vacío&lt;br /&gt;No te preocupes Paloma&lt;br /&gt;No hay pájaros en el nido&lt;br /&gt;Dos ilusiones se irán a volar&lt;br /&gt;Pero otras dos han venido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si me olvido de vivir&lt;br /&gt;Colgado de sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;Voy a vivir para repetir otra vez&lt;br /&gt;Este momento&lt;br /&gt;Te bajaría del cielo, mujer&lt;br /&gt;La luna hasta tu cama&lt;br /&gt;Porque es muy poco de amor&lt;br /&gt;Sólo una vez por semana&lt;br /&gt;Puse precio a mi libertad&lt;br /&gt;Y nadie quiso pagarlo&lt;br /&gt;Te cambio tu corazón por el mío&lt;br /&gt;Para mirarla y mirarla&lt;br /&gt;…de gloria, mujer&lt;br /&gt;Quiero un pedazo de cielo&lt;br /&gt;Para invitarte a dormir&lt;br /&gt;En la cama o en el suelo&lt;br /&gt;Un sacrificio ritual bien o mal&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero hacerle a mi estrella&lt;br /&gt;Sin principio ni final&lt;br /&gt;No quiero vivir sin ella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te preocupes, Paloma&lt;br /&gt;Hoy no estoy adentro mío&lt;br /&gt;Tu amor es mi enfermedad&lt;br /&gt;Soy un envase vacío&lt;br /&gt;No te preocupes Paloma&lt;br /&gt;No hay pájaros en el nido&lt;br /&gt;Dos ilusiones se irán a volar&lt;br /&gt;Pero otras dos han venido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Letra &amp;amp; música de Andrés Calamaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para el &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Honestidad Brutal&lt;/span&gt; de 1999.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-6096912520942344038?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/6096912520942344038/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=6096912520942344038' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/6096912520942344038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/6096912520942344038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2009/04/andres-calamaro-paloma.html' title='Andrés Calamaro - Paloma'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-6246035441981009128</id><published>2009-04-01T18:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:23:13.429+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crowded House'/><title type='text'>Crowded House - Fall At Your Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eq-kGfhg-i0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'm really close tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like I'm moving inside her&lt;br /&gt;Lying in the dark&lt;br /&gt;And I think that I'm beginning to know her&lt;br /&gt;Let it go&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when you call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whenever I fall at your feet&lt;br /&gt;You let your tears rain down on me&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I touch your slow turning pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're hiding from me now&lt;br /&gt;There's something in the way that you're talking&lt;br /&gt;Words don't sound right&lt;br /&gt;But I hear them all moving inside you, go&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting when you call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey and whenever I fall at your feet&lt;br /&gt;Won't you let your tears rain down on me&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I touch your slow turning pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finger of blame has turned upon itself&lt;br /&gt;And I'm more than willing to offer myself&lt;br /&gt;Do you want my presence or need my help&lt;br /&gt;Who knows where that might lead&lt;br /&gt;I fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I fall at your feet&lt;br /&gt;Would you let your tears rain down on me&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I fall, ever I fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Written by Neil Finn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canción de 1991, para el album &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Woodface&lt;/span&gt;. Único single del disco compuesto únicamente por Neil Finn. Unos años más tarde, en 2005, James Blunt la versionó para el album &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You're Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Included in 1991 album &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Woodface&lt;/span&gt;, is the only song in the album written only by Neil Finn that became a single. In 2005, James Blunt covered it for the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You're Beautiful&lt;/span&gt; album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-6246035441981009128?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/6246035441981009128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=6246035441981009128' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/6246035441981009128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/6246035441981009128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2009/04/crowded-house-fall-at-your-feet.html' title='Crowded House - Fall At Your Feet'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-2635187231885219124</id><published>2009-03-23T02:40:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:22:47.372+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patsy Cline'/><title type='text'>Patsy Cline - Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K-wJNpWgss8&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, I'm crazy for feeling so lonely&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy, crazy for feeling so blue&lt;br /&gt;I knew you'd love me as long as you wanted&lt;br /&gt;And then someday you'd leave me for somebody new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worry, why do I let myself worry?&lt;br /&gt;Wond'ring what in the world did I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy for thinking that my love could hold you&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy for trying and crazy for crying&lt;br /&gt;And I'm crazy for loving you&lt;br /&gt;Crazy for thinking that my love could hold you&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy for trying and crazy for crying&lt;br /&gt;And I'm crazy for loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Written by Willie Nelson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patsy Cline cantó esta canción después de que otro cantante no la quisiera, y la convirtió en la número 85 de la lista de las 500 mejores canciones de todos los tiempos que elaboró la revista Rolling Stone. Durante un gira americana, The Cranberries tocaron una versión y LeAnn Rimes (la de la canción del &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bar Coyote&lt;/span&gt;) también la ha versionado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Patsy Cline made of this song (which another singer declined to sing) the #85 in the list of the best 500 songs of all time, by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rolling Stone&lt;/span&gt;. The Cranberries covered it during a US Tour. LeAnn Rimes (the one of Coyote Ugly's song) also covered it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-2635187231885219124?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/2635187231885219124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=2635187231885219124' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/2635187231885219124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/2635187231885219124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2009/03/patsy-cline-crazy.html' title='Patsy Cline - Crazy'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-651791647036950423</id><published>2009-03-01T15:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:34:10.098+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roxette'/><title type='text'>Roxette - She Doesn't Live Here Anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yhf2rWDMGaU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We grew up together, we've been here forever.&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot in the summer, cold in stormy weather.&lt;br /&gt;She taught me all there is, like magic and love,&lt;br /&gt;Lots of forgotten words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, she doesn't live here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;She's off and she's gone, she doesn't live here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that's all there is to it, I'm sorry that's all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dressed just like a painter, a female street picasso&lt;br /&gt;And i, I will remember the heaven in her laughter.&lt;br /&gt;And the scent of her sweet perfume when we made love&lt;br /&gt;Under an august moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, she doesn't live here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;She's off and she's gone, she doesn't live here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;She's gone since long, so long, she doesn't live here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;She took off and left home, she doesn't live here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that's all there is to it, I'm sorry that's all.&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Written by Per Gessle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para el &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Don't Bore Us - Get To The Chorus&lt;/span&gt;, de 1995. El primer recopilatorio, pero ni mucho menos el último, del grupo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For their first, but not last, greatest hits, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Don't Bore Us - Get To The Chorus&lt;/span&gt; (1995).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-651791647036950423?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/651791647036950423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=651791647036950423' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/651791647036950423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/651791647036950423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2009/03/roxette-she-doesnt-live-here-anymore.html' title='Roxette - She Doesn&apos;t Live Here Anymore'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-1025560144992766168</id><published>2009-02-03T13:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:08:26.376+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madonna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don McLean'/><title type='text'>Madonna - American Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344" align="justify"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mt3NF2_OMDY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A long long time ago I can still remember&lt;br /&gt;How that music used to make me smile&lt;br /&gt;And I knew that if I had my chance&lt;br /&gt;I could make those people dance&lt;br /&gt;And maybe they'd be happy for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you write the book of love&lt;br /&gt;And do you have faith in God above&lt;br /&gt;If the Bible tells you so&lt;br /&gt;Now do you believe in rock 'n roll&lt;br /&gt;And can music save your mortal soul&lt;br /&gt;And can you teach me how to dance real slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know that you're in love with him&lt;br /&gt;'cause I saw you dancin' in the gym&lt;br /&gt;You both kicked off your shoes&lt;br /&gt;Man, I dig those rhythm and blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck&lt;br /&gt;With a pink carnation and a pickup truck&lt;br /&gt;But I knew that I was out of luck&lt;br /&gt;The day the music died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye Miss American Pie&lt;br /&gt;Drove my chevy to the levee&lt;br /&gt;But the levee was dry&lt;br /&gt;And good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;Singin' this will be the day that I die&lt;br /&gt;This will be the day that I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a girl who sang the blues&lt;br /&gt;And I asked her for some happy news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she just smiled and turned away&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went down to the sacred store&lt;br /&gt;Where I'd heard the music years before&lt;br /&gt;But the man there said the music wouldn't play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now in the streets the children screamed&lt;br /&gt;The lovers cried and the poets dreamed&lt;br /&gt;But not a word was spoken&lt;br /&gt;The church bells all were broken&lt;br /&gt;And the three men I admire the most&lt;br /&gt;The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost&lt;br /&gt;They caught the last train for the coast&lt;br /&gt;The day the music died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye Miss American Pie&lt;br /&gt;Drove my chevy to the levee&lt;br /&gt;But the levee was dry&lt;br /&gt;And good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;Singin' this will be the day that I die&lt;br /&gt;This will be the day that I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye Miss American Pie&lt;br /&gt;Drove my chevy to the levee&lt;br /&gt;But the levee was dry&lt;br /&gt;And good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;Singin' this will be the day that I die&lt;br /&gt;This will be the day that I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started singin'&lt;br /&gt;We started singin'&lt;br /&gt;We started singin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Written by Don McLean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esta canción fue escrita y originalmente grabada por Don McLean, para su disco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;American Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, de 1971. Hoy hace 50 años que Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens (el de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La Bamba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;) y The Big Bopper murieron en un accidente de avioneta, ese fue el día en que murió la música. En 2000, Madonna versionó la canción, recortándola al máximo, para la banda sonora de la película &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Algo Casi Perfecto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Next Best Thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This song was written and first recorded by Don McLean in 1971, for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;American Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; album. 50 years ago today, Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and The Big Bopper died in a plane crash, that was the day the music died. In 2000, Madonna covered (and shortened) the song for the soundtrack of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Next Best Thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-1025560144992766168?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/1025560144992766168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=1025560144992766168' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/1025560144992766168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/1025560144992766168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2009/02/madonna-american-pie.html' title='Madonna - American Pie'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-4181194792193962020</id><published>2009-01-15T11:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:11:18.113+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fleetwood Mac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cranberries'/><title type='text'>The Cranberries - Go Your Own Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q_Xxj2UNB84&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Loving you isn't the right thing to do&lt;br /&gt;How can I ever change things that I feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, maybe I'd give you my world&lt;br /&gt;How can I, when you won't take it from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can go your own way, go your own way&lt;br /&gt;You can call it another lonely day&lt;br /&gt;You can go your own way, go your own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why everything turned around?&lt;br /&gt;Packing up, shacking up, is all you wanna do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could baby I'd give you my world&lt;br /&gt;Open up, everything's waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can go your own way, go your own way&lt;br /&gt;You can call it another lonely day&lt;br /&gt;You can go your own way, go your own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can go your own way, go your own way&lt;br /&gt;You can call it another lonely day&lt;br /&gt;You can go your own way, go your own way&lt;br /&gt;You can call it another lonely day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can go your own way&lt;br /&gt;You can call it another lonely day&lt;br /&gt;You can go your own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Written by Lindsey Buckingham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canción de Fleetwood Mac, para el album &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rumours&lt;/span&gt; de 1976. En la banda sonora de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Forrest Gump&lt;/span&gt;, sonaba mientras Forrest corría por el desierto. En la lista que &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rolling Stone&lt;/span&gt; hizo, llegó a número 119 de las 500 mejores canciones de todos los tiempos. En 1998, The Cranberries hicieron una versión para el disco tributo a Fleetwood Mac &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Legacy: a Tribute to Fleetwood Mac's Rumours&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fleetwood's Mac song, from their 1976 album &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rumours&lt;/span&gt;. In the score for Forrest Gump, it was played while Forrest was running on the desert. In &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rolling Stone&lt;/span&gt;'s list of the 500 best songs of all times, it reached #119. In 1998, The Cranberries covered the song for the album &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Legacy: a Tribute to Fleetwood Mac's Rumours&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-4181194792193962020?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/4181194792193962020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=4181194792193962020' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/4181194792193962020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/4181194792193962020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2009/01/fleetwood-mac-go-your-own-way.html' title='The Cranberries - Go Your Own Way'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-4196327109032878628</id><published>2009-01-03T02:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T02:43:25.644+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Order'/><title type='text'>New Order - Krafty</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f8OcjdL8GvE&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f8OcjdL8GvE&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some people get up at the break of day&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go to work before it gets too late&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in a car and driving down the road&lt;br /&gt;That ain't the way it has to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's what you do to earn your daily wage&lt;br /&gt;That's the kind of world that we're living in today&lt;br /&gt;Isn't where you wanna be&lt;br /&gt;And isn't what you wanna do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one more day (one more day)&lt;br /&gt;Give me another night (just another night)&lt;br /&gt;I need a second chance (second chance)&lt;br /&gt;This time I'll get it right (This time I'll get it right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it one last time (one last time)&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta let you know (I've gotta let you know)&lt;br /&gt;I've got to change your mind (I've got to change your mind)&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta look at life the way it oughta be&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the stars from underneath a tree&lt;br /&gt;There's a world inside and a world out there&lt;br /&gt;With that tv you just don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've got violence, wars and killing too&lt;br /&gt;All shrunk down in a two-foot tube&lt;br /&gt;But out there the world is a beautiful place&lt;br /&gt;With mountains, lakes and the human race&lt;br /&gt;And this is where I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;And this is what I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one more day (one more day)&lt;br /&gt;Give me another night (just another night)&lt;br /&gt;I need a second chance (second chance)&lt;br /&gt;This time I'll get it right (This time I'll get it right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it one last time (one last time)&lt;br /&gt;I've got to let you know (I've got to let you know)&lt;br /&gt;I've got to change your mind (change your mind)&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one more chance (one more chance)&lt;br /&gt;Give me another night (just another night)&lt;br /&gt;With just one more day (one more day)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll get it right (You know I'll get it right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it one last time (one last time)&lt;br /&gt;I've got to let you know (I've got to let you know)&lt;br /&gt;If I could change your mind (change your mind)&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Written by New Order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del álbum de 2005 &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Waiting For The Siren's Call&lt;/span&gt;. En la edición japonesa se incluye un versión de esta canción en japonés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;From 2005,&lt;em&gt; Waiting For The Siren's Call&lt;/em&gt;. A japanese version of the song was included in the japanese edition of the album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-4196327109032878628?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/4196327109032878628/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=4196327109032878628' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/4196327109032878628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/4196327109032878628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-order-krafty.html' title='New Order - Krafty'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-3236274429074201299</id><published>2008-12-31T01:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:11:00.266+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mecano'/><title type='text'>Mecano - Un Año Más</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cO2lHWrv6oM&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cO2lHWrv6oM&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;En la puerta del sol&lt;br /&gt;como el año que fue&lt;br /&gt;otra vez el champagne y las uvas&lt;br /&gt;y el alquitran, de alfombra estan&lt;br /&gt;los petardos que borran sonidos de ayer&lt;br /&gt;y acaloran el animo&lt;br /&gt;apara aceptar que ya paso uno mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y en el reloj de antaño&lt;br /&gt;como de año en año&lt;br /&gt;cinco minutos mas para la cuenta atras&lt;br /&gt;hacemos el balance de lo bueno y malo&lt;br /&gt;cinco minutos antes&lt;br /&gt;de la cuenta atras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marineros, soldados, solteros casados,&lt;br /&gt;amantes, andantes y alguno que otro&lt;br /&gt;cura despistao&lt;br /&gt;Entre gritos y pitos los españolitos&lt;br /&gt;enormes, bajitos hacemos por una vez,&lt;br /&gt;algo a la vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y en el reloj de antaño&lt;br /&gt;como de año en año&lt;br /&gt;cinco minutos mas para la cuenta atras&lt;br /&gt;hacemos el balance de lo bueno y malo&lt;br /&gt;cinco minutos antes&lt;br /&gt;de la cuenta atras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aunque para las uvas hay algunos nuevos&lt;br /&gt;a los que ya no estan echaremos de menos&lt;br /&gt;y a ver si espabilamos los que estamos vivos&lt;br /&gt;y en el año que viene nos reimos&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3 y 4 y empieza otra vez&lt;br /&gt;que la quinta es la una&lt;br /&gt;y la sexta es la dos&lt;br /&gt;y asi el siete es tres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y decimos adios y pedimos a Dios&lt;br /&gt;que en el año que viene&lt;br /&gt;a ver si en vez de un millon&lt;br /&gt;pueden ser dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la puerta del sol&lt;br /&gt;como el año que fue&lt;br /&gt;otra vez el champagne y las uvas&lt;br /&gt;y el alquitran, de alfombra estan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrita por I. Cano (Nacho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Descanso Dominical&lt;/span&gt; de 1988.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From 1988 &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Descanso Dominical&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-3236274429074201299?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/3236274429074201299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=3236274429074201299' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/3236274429074201299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/3236274429074201299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2008/12/mecano-un-ao-ms.html' title='Mecano - Un Año Más'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-2201531859754778996</id><published>2008-12-16T18:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:11:43.494+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Verve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richard Ashcroft'/><title type='text'>Richard Ashcroft - A Song For The Lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mGUStbqAb2w&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mGUStbqAb2w&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I spend the night&lt;br /&gt;Yeah looking for my insides in a hotel room&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna make it tonight&lt;br /&gt;Yeah something in the air tells me the time is right so we better get on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dj play a song for the lovers tonight&lt;br /&gt;Please, play a song for the lovers tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna wait&lt;br /&gt;Lord I've been waiting all my life but I'm too late again&lt;br /&gt;I know but I was scared&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving like a train into some foreign land I aint&lt;br /&gt;Got a ticket for this ride but I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, play a song for my lover tonight&lt;br /&gt;Dj, play a song for my lover tonight&lt;br /&gt;Dj, play a song for my lover tonight&lt;br /&gt;Please play a song for the lovers tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop looking back no no&lt;br /&gt;Play a song for my lover tonight&lt;br /&gt;One more for the lovers&lt;br /&gt;Please play a song for my lover tonight&lt;br /&gt;One more for the night&lt;br /&gt;Cant stop looking back no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh brother wont you lend a hand I'm alone in a room&lt;br /&gt;And I'm waiting for love&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when this train's gonna stop&lt;br /&gt;But I'm telling you friend I don't wanna get up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh brother wont you lend a hand I'm alone in a room&lt;br /&gt;And I'm waiting for love&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when this train's gonna stop&lt;br /&gt;But I'm telling you friend I don't wanna get up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Written by Richard Ashcroft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Primer single en solitario del ex-cantante de The Verve, para su album &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Alone With Everybody&lt;/span&gt; del 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First single by the former singer of The Verve, form his album &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Alone With Everybody&lt;/span&gt; (2000).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-2201531859754778996?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/2201531859754778996/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=2201531859754778996' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/2201531859754778996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/2201531859754778996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2008/12/richard-ashcroft-song-for-lovers.html' title='Richard Ashcroft - A Song For The Lovers'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-648307648519984659</id><published>2008-12-13T14:23:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:59:18.461+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Alan Parsons Project'/><title type='text'>The Alan Parsons Project - Eye In The Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5-41tg_CS7s&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5-41tg_CS7s&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't think sorry's easily said&lt;br /&gt;Don't try turning tables instead&lt;br /&gt;You've taken lots of chances before&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't gonna give any more&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me&lt;br /&gt;That's how it goes&lt;br /&gt;Cause part of me knows what you're thinkin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say words you're gonna regret&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the fire rush to your head&lt;br /&gt;I've heard the accusation before&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't gonna take any more&lt;br /&gt;Believe me&lt;br /&gt;The sun in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Made some of the lies worth believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the eye in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you&lt;br /&gt;I can read your mind&lt;br /&gt;I am the maker of rules&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with fools&lt;br /&gt;I can cheat you blind&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need to see any more&lt;br /&gt;To know that&lt;br /&gt;I can read your mind, I can read your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave false illusions behind&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry cause I ain't changing my mind&lt;br /&gt;So find another fool like before&lt;br /&gt;Cause I ain't gonna live anymore believing&lt;br /&gt;Some of the lies&lt;br /&gt;While all of the signs are deceiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the eye in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you&lt;br /&gt;I can read your mind&lt;br /&gt;I am the maker of rules&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with fools&lt;br /&gt;I can cheat you blind&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need to see any more&lt;br /&gt;To know that&lt;br /&gt;I can read your mind, I can read your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Written by Eric Woolfson and Alan Parsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canción de 1982, para el album homónimo, inspirada en la novela de George Orwell &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;1984&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sirius&lt;/span&gt;, la canción precedente en el disco, debe ser considerada como la introducción de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eye In The Sky&lt;/span&gt;. En 2003, Noa hizo una versión para su disco &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gold&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song inspired by George Orwell's novel &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;1984&lt;/span&gt;, for the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eye In The Sky&lt;/span&gt; album (1982). &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sirius&lt;/span&gt;, the precedent song in the album, has to be considered the introduction to this one. In 2003, Noa covered the song for her album &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gold&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-648307648519984659?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/648307648519984659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=648307648519984659' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/648307648519984659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/648307648519984659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2008/12/alan-parsons-project-eye-in-sky.html' title='The Alan Parsons Project - Eye In The Sky'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-313433217930798197</id><published>2008-12-11T15:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:48:47.881+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carly Simon'/><title type='text'>Carly Simon - You're So Vain</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7B7bVD_DkM4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7B7bVD_DkM4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht&lt;br /&gt;Your hat strategically dipped below one eye&lt;br /&gt;Your scarf it was apricot&lt;br /&gt;You had one eye in the mirror as you watched yourself gavotte&lt;br /&gt;And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner&lt;br /&gt;They'd be your partner, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you&lt;br /&gt;You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you&lt;br /&gt;Don't you? Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had me several years ago when I was still quite naive&lt;br /&gt;Well you said that we made such a pretty pair&lt;br /&gt;and that you would never leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you gave away the things you loved and one of them was me&lt;br /&gt;I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hear you went up to Saratoga and your horse naturally won&lt;br /&gt;Then you flew your Lear jet up to Nova Scotia to see the total eclipse of the sun&lt;br /&gt;Well, you're where you should be all of the time&lt;br /&gt;And when you're not you're with&lt;br /&gt;Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend&lt;br /&gt;Wife of a close friend, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Written by Carly Simon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canción escrita en 1972, no se sabe con certeza sobre quién, y aunque no faltan candidatos, el único que ha sido tan vanidoso como para decir públicamente que la canción trata de él ha sido Warren Beatty. Mick Jagger, otro de los candidatos, hace los coros en la grabación original. Artistas como Liza Minelli o los Foo Fighters la han versionado, y Janet Jackson utilizo un sampler para su canción &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Son of a Gun (I Betcha Think This Song is About You)&lt;/span&gt; de 2001. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You're So Vain&lt;/span&gt; es el número 72 de la lista de las mejores canciones de todos los tiempos del &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Billboard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song written in 1972, we don't certainly know about whom, but the only one who has been so vain to publically say this song was about him was Warren Beatty. Mick Jagger, another of the candidates, sang backing vocals in the original recording. Artists such as Liza Minelli or the Foo Fighters covered the song, and Janet Jackson used a sampler for her 2001 &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Son of a Gun (I Betcha Think This Song is About You)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You're So Vain&lt;/span&gt; reached #72 on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Billboard&lt;/span&gt;'s Greatest Songs of All-Time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-313433217930798197?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/313433217930798197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=313433217930798197' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/313433217930798197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/313433217930798197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2008/12/carly-simon-youre-so-vain.html' title='Carly Simon - You&apos;re So Vain'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-151125422277542315</id><published>2008-12-08T22:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:59:10.850+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R.E.M.'/><title type='text'>R.E.M. - Leaving New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OEwI3yKMxkI&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OEwI3yKMxkI&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's quiet now&lt;br /&gt;And what it brings&lt;br /&gt;Is everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comes calling back&lt;br /&gt;A brilliant night&lt;br /&gt;I'm still awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked ahead&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I saw you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need me&lt;br /&gt;To tell you now&lt;br /&gt;That nothing can compare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have laughed if I told you&lt;br /&gt;You might have hidden A frown&lt;br /&gt;You might have succeeded in changing me&lt;br /&gt;I might have been turned around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to leave than to be left behind&lt;br /&gt;Leaving was never my proud&lt;br /&gt;Leaving New York, never easy&lt;br /&gt;I saw the light fading out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now life is sweet&lt;br /&gt;And what it brings&lt;br /&gt;I tried to take&lt;br /&gt;But loneliness&lt;br /&gt;It wears me out&lt;br /&gt;It lies in wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've lost&lt;br /&gt;Still in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;The shadow of necklace&lt;br /&gt;Across your thigh&lt;br /&gt;I might've lived my life in a dream, but I swear&lt;br /&gt;This is real&lt;br /&gt;Memory fuses and shatters like glass&lt;br /&gt;Mercurial future, forget the past&lt;br /&gt;It's you, it's what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have laughed if I told you (it's pulling me apart)&lt;br /&gt;You might have hidden a frown (change)&lt;br /&gt;You might have succeeded in changing me (it's pulling me apart)&lt;br /&gt;I might have been turned around (change)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to leave than to be left behind (it's pulling me apart)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving was never my proud (change)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving New York, never easy (it's pulling me apart)&lt;br /&gt;I saw the light fading out&lt;br /&gt;You find it in your heart, it's pulling me apart&lt;br /&gt;You find it in your heart, change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you, forever&lt;br /&gt;I love you, forever&lt;br /&gt;I told you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you, forever&lt;br /&gt;I told you, forever&lt;br /&gt;You never, you never&lt;br /&gt;You told me forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have laughed if I told you&lt;br /&gt;You might have hidden the frown&lt;br /&gt;You might have succeeded in changing me&lt;br /&gt;I might have been turned around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to leave than to be left behind (it's pulling me apart)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving was never my proud (change)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving New York never easy (it's pulling me apart)&lt;br /&gt;I saw the life fading out (change)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving New York, never easy (it's pulling me apart)&lt;br /&gt;I saw the light fading out (change)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving New York never easy (it's pulling me apart)&lt;br /&gt;I saw the life fading out (change)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written by Peter Buck, Mike Mills &amp;amp; Michael Stipe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del Around The Sun de 2004, el primer disco después del recopilatorio de grandes éxitos de R.E.M. Es la canción que sonaba en mi cabeza mientras salía de Dublin, una vez más, el sábado por la tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From the &lt;em&gt;Around The Sun&lt;/em&gt; (2004) album, the first one after R.E.M.'s Greatest Hits was released. This is the song I could hear in my head last saturday as I left Dublin, once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-151125422277542315?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/151125422277542315/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=151125422277542315' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/151125422277542315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/151125422277542315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2008/12/rem-leaving-new-york.html' title='R.E.M. - Leaving New York'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-5341173343774646186</id><published>2008-12-05T01:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T01:04:00.204+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cranberries'/><title type='text'>The Cranberries -  Zombie</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ZJHZLFCwjE&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ZJHZLFCwjE&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another head hangs lowly, child is slowly taken&lt;br /&gt;And the violence caused such silence&lt;br /&gt;Who are we mistaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see it's not me, it's not my family&lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head, they are fighting&lt;br /&gt;With their tanks, and their bombs&lt;br /&gt;And their bombs, and their guns&lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head they are cryin'&lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head, Zombie, Zombie&lt;br /&gt;In your head, what's in your head Zombie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another mother's breaking heart is taking over&lt;br /&gt;When the violence causes silence&lt;br /&gt;We must be mistaken&lt;br /&gt;It's the same old theme since 1916&lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head they're still fightin'&lt;br /&gt;With their tanks, and their bombs&lt;br /&gt;And their bombs, and their guns&lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head they are dyin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head, Zombie, Zombie&lt;br /&gt;In your head, what's in your head Zombie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Words &amp;amp; music by Dolores O'Riordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El bombazo de The Cranberries, allá por el año 1994. Escrita después de un atentado en Warrington, durante la gira del grupo por Inglatera, en 1993. Primer single del &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No Need To Argue&lt;/span&gt;, que también incluiría &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I Can't Be With You, No Need To Argue&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ridiculous Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy desde Irlanda, en el noveno aniversario de la primera vez que les vi en directo, en la mejor hora y media que recuerdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;The big boom by The Cranberries, many years ago, in 1994. Written after a terrorist attack in Warrington, during the band's English tour, in 1993. First single from the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No Need To Argue&lt;/span&gt;album, which would also include the singles &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I Can't Be With You, No Need To Argue&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ridiculous Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 years ago, today, I saw The Cranberries live for the very first time, in the best gig I've ever been to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-5341173343774646186?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/5341173343774646186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=5341173343774646186' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/5341173343774646186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/5341173343774646186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2008/12/cranberries-zombie.html' title='The Cranberries -  Zombie'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-7515407846627149977</id><published>2008-12-03T00:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:55:32.782+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dire Straits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Killers'/><title type='text'>Dire Straits - Romeo And Juliet</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BMjrp6qm-iI&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BMjrp6qm-iI&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A lovestruck Romeo sings the streets a serenade&lt;br /&gt;Laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made&lt;br /&gt;Finds a streetlight steps out of the shade&lt;br /&gt;Says something like you and me babe how about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says hey it's Romeo, you nearly gimme me a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;He's underneath the window she's singing hey la my boyfriend's back&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't come around here singing up at people like that&lt;br /&gt;Anyway what you gonna do about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet the dice were loaded from the start&lt;br /&gt;And I bet and you exploded in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I forget I forget the movie song&lt;br /&gt;When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong Juliet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come up on different streets they both were streets of shame&lt;br /&gt;Both dirty both mean yes and the dream was just the same&lt;br /&gt;And I dreamed your dream for you and now your dream is real&lt;br /&gt;How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you can fall for chains of silver you can fall for chains of gold&lt;br /&gt;You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold&lt;br /&gt;You promised me everything you promised me thick and thin yeah&lt;br /&gt;Now you just say oh Romeo yeah you know I used to have a scene with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet when we made love you used to cry&lt;br /&gt;You said I love you like the stars above, I'll love you till I die&lt;br /&gt;And there's a place for us, you know the movie song&lt;br /&gt;When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong Juliet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do the talk like they talk on tv&lt;br /&gt;And I can't do a love song like the way it's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;I can't do everything but I'd do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything except be in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be&lt;br /&gt;All I do is keep the beat, the bad company&lt;br /&gt;And all I do is kiss you through the bars of Orion&lt;br /&gt;Juliet I'd do the stars with you any time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet when we made love you used to cry&lt;br /&gt;You said I love you like the stars above and I'll love you till I die&lt;br /&gt;There's a place for us you know the movie song&lt;br /&gt;When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong Juliet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lovestruck Romeo sings the streets a serenade&lt;br /&gt;Laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made&lt;br /&gt;Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade&lt;br /&gt;Says something like you and me babe how about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me babe, how about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Written by Mark Knopfler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Del disco &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Making Movies&lt;/span&gt; de 1980, de los Dire Straits. Versionada por The Killers para su album de rarezas y caras-B &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sawdust&lt;/span&gt; de 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From the album &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Making Movies&lt;/span&gt; (1980), by Dire Straits. The Killers made a cover which appeared in their B-sides and rerities album &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sawdust&lt;/span&gt;, in 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-7515407846627149977?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/7515407846627149977/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=7515407846627149977' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/7515407846627149977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/7515407846627149977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2008/12/dire-straits-romeo-and-juliet.html' title='Dire Straits - Romeo And Juliet'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-8407835670343446231</id><published>2008-11-27T21:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:35:12.760+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suzanne Vega'/><title type='text'>Suzanne Vega - Luka</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7nFutx9z274&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7nFutx9z274&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My name is Luka&lt;br /&gt;I live on the second floor&lt;br /&gt;I live upstairs from you&lt;br /&gt;Yes I think you've seen me before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hear something late at night&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight&lt;br /&gt;Just don't ask me what it was&lt;br /&gt;Just don't ask me what it was&lt;br /&gt;Just don't ask me what it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because I'm clumsy&lt;br /&gt;I try not to talk too loud&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;I try not to act too proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They only hit until you cry&lt;br /&gt;And after that you don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;You just don't argue anymore&lt;br /&gt;You just don't argue anymore&lt;br /&gt;You just don't argue anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I think I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;I walked into the door again&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you ask that's what I'll say&lt;br /&gt;And it's not your business anyway&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'd like to be alone&lt;br /&gt;With nothing broken, nothing thrown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't ask me how I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Written by Suzanne Vega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canción de 1987, para el album &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Solitude Standing&lt;/span&gt;, sobre el maltrato a los niños. La propia Suzanne Vega grabó una versión en castellano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song from the album &lt;em&gt;Solitude Standing&lt;/em&gt; (1987), about abuse to children. Suzanne Vega recorded also a Spanish version of the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-8407835670343446231?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/8407835670343446231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=8407835670343446231' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/8407835670343446231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/8407835670343446231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2008/11/suzanne-vega-luka.html' title='Suzanne Vega - Luka'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-7075334813530591249</id><published>2008-11-07T20:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:46:25.122+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natalie Imbruglia'/><title type='text'>Natalie Imbruglia - Big Mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DqbUZHEpWIg&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DqbUZHEpWIg&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Theres no sign on the gate&lt;br /&gt;And theres mud on your face&lt;br /&gt;Dont ya think its time we re-investigate this situation?&lt;br /&gt;Put some fruit on your plate&lt;br /&gt;Youve forgotten how it started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the bubbles of love we made,&lt;br /&gt;And youre down on your knees&lt;br /&gt;Its too late.&lt;br /&gt;Oh dont come crawlin&lt;br /&gt;And you lie by my feet.&lt;br /&gt;What a big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you fallin&lt;br /&gt;Got a buzz in my head&lt;br /&gt;And my flowers are dead.&lt;br /&gt;Cant figure out a way to rectify this situation.&lt;br /&gt;I dont believe what you said&lt;br /&gt;You forgotten how it started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the bubbles of love we made&lt;br /&gt;And youre down on your knees&lt;br /&gt;Its too late.&lt;br /&gt;Oh dont come crawlin&lt;br /&gt;And you lie by my feet.&lt;br /&gt;What a big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you fallin&lt;br /&gt;I could sting like a bee.&lt;br /&gt;Careful how you treat me&lt;br /&gt;Baby I dont think Ill accept your sorry invitation.&lt;br /&gt;Close the door as you leave&lt;br /&gt;And you cry over me.&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;I feel you stallin&lt;br /&gt;And you try to reach me.&lt;br /&gt;What a big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;I hear you calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written by Natalie Imbruglia &amp;amp; Mark Goldenberg.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En 1997, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Torn&lt;/span&gt; llegó a todos los rincones del mundo, gracias a la versión que la hasta entonces desconocida Natalie Imbruglia, hizo de la canción original de Ednaswap, para su album debut &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Left Of The Middle&lt;/span&gt;. En marzo de 1998, se publicó &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Big Mistake&lt;/span&gt; como segundo single, llegando a vender 250 mil copias en Reino Unido. El vídeo se rodó en Barcelona, ciudad donde también se hicieron las fotos para el libreto del tercer cd de Natalie Imbruglia, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Counting Down The Days&lt;/span&gt; (2005).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In 1997, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Torn&lt;/span&gt; reached #1 in many countries, in the version Natalie Imbruglia made of the original song by Ednaswap, for her debut album &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Left Of The Middle&lt;/span&gt;. In march 1998, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Big Mistake &lt;/span&gt;was released as the second single from this album, selling 250 thousand copies in the UK. This video was shot in Barcelona, the city where also were taken the pictures for the booklet of her 3rd cd &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Counting Down The Days&lt;/span&gt; (2005).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-7075334813530591249?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/7075334813530591249/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=7075334813530591249' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/7075334813530591249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/7075334813530591249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2008/11/natalie-imbruglia.html' title='Natalie Imbruglia - Big Mistake'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-5478152575025159848</id><published>2008-11-07T00:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:49:46.479+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cyndi Lauper'/><title type='text'>Cyndi Lauper - Time After Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fQyNjN_yKY0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fQyNjN_yKY0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lying in my bed, I hear the clock ticks, and think of you&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in circles, confusion is nothing new&lt;br /&gt;Flash back, warm night, almost left behind&lt;br /&gt;Suitcase of memories...&lt;br /&gt;Time after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you pictured me, I'm walking too far ahead&lt;br /&gt;You're callin' to me, I can't hear what you've said&lt;br /&gt;You said, "Go slow, I fall behind"&lt;br /&gt;The second hand unwinds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're lost, you can look and you will find me,&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn, my picture fades, and darkness has turned to grey&lt;br /&gt;Watching through windows, you're wondering if I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;Secrets, stolen, from deep inside,&lt;br /&gt;The drum beats out of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're lost, you can look and you will find me,&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're lost, you can look and you will find me,&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;If you fall I will catch you, I will be waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time after time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Written by Cyndi Lauper &amp;amp; Rob Hyman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time After Time fue grabada por primera vez en 1984, pero en 2005, Cyndi Lauper regrabó algunos de sus grandes éxitos en acústico, para el disco The Body Acoustic. Para esta canción se acompañó de Sarah McLaclhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time After Time&lt;/em&gt; was first recorded in 1984, but in 2005, Cyndi Lauper re-recorded acoustically many of her greatest hits, for the album &lt;em&gt;The Body Acoustic&lt;/em&gt;. For this song she collaborated with Sarah McLaclhan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-5478152575025159848?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/5478152575025159848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=5478152575025159848' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/5478152575025159848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/5478152575025159848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2008/11/cyndi-lauper-time-after-time.html' title='Cyndi Lauper - Time After Time'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-574056476773607606</id><published>2008-11-05T15:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:44:34.893+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Killers'/><title type='text'>The Killers - Bones</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oHSudZvwXRs&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oHSudZvwXRs&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a back road.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna look at the stars.&lt;br /&gt;We took a backroad in my car.&lt;br /&gt;Down to the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;it’s only water and sand&lt;br /&gt;And in the ocean we'll hold hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really like you,&lt;br /&gt;apologetically dressed in the best,&lt;br /&gt;but on a heartbeat glide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without an answer,&lt;br /&gt;the thunder speaks for the sky,&lt;br /&gt;and on the cold, wet dirt I cry.&lt;br /&gt;And on the cold, wet dirt I cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you wanna come with me?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you wanna feel my bones&lt;br /&gt;on your bones?&lt;br /&gt;It's only natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cinematic vision ensued&lt;br /&gt;like the holiest dream.&lt;br /&gt;It's someone's calling?&lt;br /&gt;An angel whispers my name,&lt;br /&gt;but the message relayed is the same:&lt;br /&gt;“Wait till tomorrow, you'll be fine."&lt;br /&gt;But it's gone to the dogs in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I always hear them when the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;comes calling to save me from this fight.&lt;br /&gt;But they can never wrong this right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna come with me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna feel my bones&lt;br /&gt;on your bones?&lt;br /&gt;It's only natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you wanna swim with me?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you wanna feel my skin&lt;br /&gt;on your skin?&lt;br /&gt;It's only natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Never had a lover) I never had a lover&lt;br /&gt;(Never had soul) I never had soul&lt;br /&gt;(Never had a good time) And I never had a good time&lt;br /&gt;(Never got cold) I never got gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna come with me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna feel my bones&lt;br /&gt;on your bones?&lt;br /&gt;It's only natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna swim with me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna feel my skin&lt;br /&gt;on your skin?&lt;br /&gt;It's only natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna come with me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna feel my bones&lt;br /&gt;on your bones?&lt;br /&gt;It’s only natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and take a swim with me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wanna feel my skin&lt;br /&gt;on your skin?&lt;br /&gt;It’s only natural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Written by Brandon Flowers, Dave Keuning &amp;amp; Mark Stoermer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo single del segundo cd de The Killers, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sam's Town &lt;/span&gt;(2006), y mejor aún, primer (y hasta ahora único) vídeo clip rodado por Tim Burton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2nd single from the 2nd album by The Killers, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sam's Town&lt;/span&gt; (2006), and 1st (and only) video clip directed by Tim Burton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-574056476773607606?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/574056476773607606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=574056476773607606' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Doubt'/><title type='text'>No Doubt - It's My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vGNReE3-X68&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's funny how I find myself&lt;br /&gt;In love with you&lt;br /&gt;If I could buy my reasoning&lt;br /&gt;I'd pay to lose&lt;br /&gt;One half won't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've asked myself&lt;br /&gt;How much do you&lt;br /&gt;Commit yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my life&lt;br /&gt;Don't you forget&lt;br /&gt;It's my life&lt;br /&gt;It never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I blind myself&lt;br /&gt;I never knew&lt;br /&gt;If I was sometimes played upon&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'd tell myself&lt;br /&gt;What good do you do&lt;br /&gt;Convince myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, It's my life&lt;br /&gt;Don't you forget&lt;br /&gt;Oh, It's my life&lt;br /&gt;It never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've asked myself&lt;br /&gt;How much do you&lt;br /&gt;Commit yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my life&lt;br /&gt;Don't you forget&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;It never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my life&lt;br /&gt;Don't you forget&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;It never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, It's my life...&lt;br /&gt;Don't you forget...&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the crowd...&lt;br /&gt;It never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written by Mark David Hollis &amp;amp; Tim Friese-Greene.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción, de 1984, es en realidad original del grupo británico ochentero Talk Talk, pero como no me ha gustado el vídeo he puesto esta versión que hicieron No Doubt en el 2003, que se incluyó en el recopilatorio &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Singles 1993-2003&lt;/span&gt;, y que sirvió de despedida como grupo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This 1984 song was originally recorded by Talk Talk, the 80s British group, but as I didn't like their video, I have chosen this version No Doubt did in 2003 for their compilation &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Singles 1993-2003&lt;/span&gt;, that turned to be the last cd of the a group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-4677037293150298668?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/4677037293150298668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=4677037293150298668' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/4677037293150298668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/4677037293150298668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-doubt-its-my-life.html' title='No Doubt - It&apos;s My Life'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-518215395564731818</id><published>2008-10-31T00:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:57:00.585+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dido'/><title type='text'>Dido - Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0HDGKneybpk&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0HDGKneybpk&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I,&lt;br /&gt;Got out of bed at all,&lt;br /&gt;The morning rain clouds up my window,&lt;br /&gt;And I can't see at all,&lt;br /&gt;And even if I could it'd all be grey,&lt;br /&gt;But your picture on my wall,&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me that it's not so bad,&lt;br /&gt;It's not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank too much last night, got bills to pay,&lt;br /&gt;My head just feels in pain&lt;br /&gt;I missed the bus and there'll be hell today,&lt;br /&gt;I'm late for work again,&lt;br /&gt;And even if I'm there, they'll all imply,&lt;br /&gt;That I might not last the day,&lt;br /&gt;And then you call me and it's not so bad,&lt;br /&gt;It's not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to thank you,&lt;br /&gt;For giving me the best day of my life,&lt;br /&gt;And oh, just to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;Is having the best day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push the door, I'm home at last,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm soaking through and through,&lt;br /&gt;Then you handed me a towel,&lt;br /&gt;And all I see is you,&lt;br /&gt;And even if my house falls down now,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have a clue,&lt;br /&gt;Because you're near me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to thank you,&lt;br /&gt;For giving me the best day of my life,&lt;br /&gt;And oh, just to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;Is having the best day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to thank you,&lt;br /&gt;For giving me the best day of my life,&lt;br /&gt;And oh, just to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;Is having the best day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Written by Dido Armstrong, Paul Herman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción apareció, en 1998, en una banda sonora, y un año más tarde en el disco debut de Dido, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No Angel&lt;/span&gt;, que no empezó a venderse como churros hasta otro año más tarde (y ya nos plantamos en diciembre de 2000) cuando a un tal Eminem (el rapero blanco para más señas) le dio por utilizar un sample de esta canción para &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Stan&lt;/span&gt;, tema que sería número 1 en medio mundo y top 10 en el otro medio, y que se incluyó en &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Marshall Mathers LP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonita versión, una guitarra y una voz, ¿quién necesita más?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This song first appeared as part in a movie soundtrack, and a year later in Dido's debut album &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No Angel&lt;/span&gt;. But it didn't become a massive success until a year later when Eminem used a sample of this song in &lt;em&gt;Stan&lt;/em&gt; from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Marshall Mathers LP&lt;/span&gt; (2000), a song that become number 1 or top 10 in many, many countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a beautiful version, with just a guitar and Dido's voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-518215395564731818?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/518215395564731818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=518215395564731818' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/518215395564731818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/518215395564731818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2008/10/dido-thank-you.html' title='Dido - Thank You'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-3968650975284203832</id><published>2008-10-30T00:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:57:24.127+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erasure'/><title type='text'>Erasure - A Little Respect</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dfPEYQRcyqI&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dfPEYQRcyqI&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I try to discover&lt;br /&gt;A little something to make me sweeter&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby refrain from breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be forever blue&lt;br /&gt;That you give me no reason&lt;br /&gt;Why you're making me work so hard&lt;br /&gt;That you give me no&lt;br /&gt;That you give me no&lt;br /&gt;That you give me no&lt;br /&gt;That you give me no&lt;br /&gt;Soul, I hear you calling&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby please give a little respect to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I should falter&lt;br /&gt;Would you open your arms out to me&lt;br /&gt;We can make love not war&lt;br /&gt;And live at peace with our hearts&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be forever blue&lt;br /&gt;What religion or reason&lt;br /&gt;Could drive a man to forsake his lover&lt;br /&gt;Don't you tell me no&lt;br /&gt;Don't you tell me no&lt;br /&gt;Don't you tell me no&lt;br /&gt;Don't you tell me no&lt;br /&gt;Soul, I hear you calling&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby please give a little respect to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be forever blue&lt;br /&gt;That you give me no reason&lt;br /&gt;Why you're making me work so hard&lt;br /&gt;That you give me no&lt;br /&gt;That you give me no&lt;br /&gt;That you give me no&lt;br /&gt;That you give me no&lt;br /&gt;Soul, I hear you calling&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby please give a little respect to me&lt;br /&gt;Soul, I hear you calling&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby please give a little respect to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written by Vince Clarke and Andy Bell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del album &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Innocents&lt;/span&gt;, de 1988. Aparece en la banda sonora de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;D.E.B.S.&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;playbackeada&lt;/span&gt; por Jordana Brewster y Jimmy Simpson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-3968650975284203832?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/3968650975284203832/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=3968650975284203832' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/3968650975284203832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/3968650975284203832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2008/10/erasure-little-respect.html' title='Erasure - A Little Respect'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-3742998626199393515</id><published>2008-10-29T13:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:42:38.426+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cardigans'/><title type='text'>The Cardigans - Erase And Rewind</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yzibA7YP7VM&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey, what did you hear me say&lt;br /&gt;you know the difference it makes&lt;br /&gt;what did you hear me say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I said it's fine before&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think so no more&lt;br /&gt;I said it's fine before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my mind&lt;br /&gt;I take it back&lt;br /&gt;Erase and rewind&lt;br /&gt;'cause I've been changing my mind&lt;br /&gt;Erase and rewind&lt;br /&gt;'cause I've been changing my mind&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where did you see me go&lt;br /&gt;it's not the right way, you know&lt;br /&gt;where did you see me go&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not that I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want it to grow&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my mind&lt;br /&gt;I take it back&lt;br /&gt;Erase and rewind&lt;br /&gt;'cause I've been changing my mind&lt;br /&gt;Erase and rewind&lt;br /&gt;'cause I've been changing my mind&lt;br /&gt;Erase and rewind&lt;br /&gt;'cause I've been changing my mind&lt;br /&gt;Erase and rewind&lt;br /&gt;'cause I've been changing my mind&lt;br /&gt;Erase and rewind&lt;br /&gt;Erase and rewind&lt;br /&gt;I´ve changed my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by: Nina Persson, Peter Anders Svensson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción fue el segundo single del disco &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gran Turismo&lt;/span&gt; (en homenaje al vídeo juego), de 1998, y además formó parte de la banda sonora de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nunca Me Han Besado&lt;/span&gt;, con Drew Barrymore y David Arquette (marido de Courtney Cox y hermano de Rosanna y Patricia), de 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This song was the second single from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gran Turismo &lt;/span&gt;(the name of the cd was given after the video game), in 1998. It also appeared in 1999, in the movie &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Never Been Kissed&lt;/span&gt;, starring Drew Barrymore and David Arquette (Courtney Cox's husband, and Rosanna and Patricia's brother).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-3742998626199393515?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/3742998626199393515/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=3742998626199393515' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/3742998626199393515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/3742998626199393515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2008/10/cardigans-erase-and-rewind.html' title='The Cardigans - Erase And Rewind'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-6151790174153692493</id><published>2008-10-28T20:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:39:30.020+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><title type='text'>U2 - The Sweetest Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VO4i8LX4zAE&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My love throws me like a rubber ball&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing&lt;br /&gt;She won't catch me or break my fall&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing&lt;br /&gt;Baby's got blue skies up ahead&lt;br /&gt;But in this I'm a rain cloud&lt;br /&gt;You know she likes a dry kind of love&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing you  &lt;br /&gt;Ain't love the sweetest thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to run but she made me crawl&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing&lt;br /&gt;Eternal fire, she turned me to straw&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I got black eyes&lt;br /&gt;But they burn so brightly for her&lt;br /&gt;This is a blind kind of love&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing you&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, I'm losing you&lt;br /&gt;Ain't love the sweetest thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue-eyed boy meets a brown-eyed girl&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing&lt;br /&gt;You can sew it up but you&lt;br /&gt;Still see the tear&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing&lt;br /&gt;Baby's got blue skies up ahead&lt;br /&gt;But in this I'm a rain cloud&lt;br /&gt;Ours is a stormy kind of love&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written by Paul Hewson, Dave Evans, Adam Clayton, Larry Mullen Jr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonita manera de pedir perdón por olvidar el cumpleaños de tu mujer. Bono la escribió en 1987, pero fue single en 1998, cando la regrabaron para el grandes éxitos de los 80, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Best Of 1980-1990&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-6151790174153692493?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/6151790174153692493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=6151790174153692493' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/6151790174153692493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/6151790174153692493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2008/10/u2-sweetest-thing.html' title='U2 - The Sweetest Thing'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-908218480013409712</id><published>2008-10-25T18:37:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:44:05.721+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morrissey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Smiths'/><title type='text'>Morrissey - First Of The Gang To Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5OWXIWqXwQA&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5OWXIWqXwQA&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have never been in love,&lt;br /&gt;Until you've seen the stars,&lt;br /&gt;reflect in the resevoirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you have never been in love,&lt;br /&gt;Until you've seen the dawn rise,&lt;br /&gt;behind the home for the blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the pretty petty thieves,&lt;br /&gt;And you're standing on our streets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...where Hector was the first of the gang&lt;br /&gt;with a gun in his hand&lt;br /&gt;and the first to do time&lt;br /&gt;the first of the gang to die. Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;Hector was the first of the gang&lt;br /&gt;with a gun in his hand&lt;br /&gt;and the first to do time&lt;br /&gt;the first of the gang to die. Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have never been in love,&lt;br /&gt;Until you've seen the sunlight thrown&lt;br /&gt;over smashed human bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the pretty petty thieves,&lt;br /&gt;And you're standing on our streets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...where Hector was the first of the gang&lt;br /&gt;with a gun in his hand&lt;br /&gt;and the first to do time&lt;br /&gt;the first of the gang to die. Such a silly boy.&lt;br /&gt;Hector was the first of the gang&lt;br /&gt;with a gun in his hand&lt;br /&gt;and a bullet in his gullet&lt;br /&gt;and the first lost lad to go under the sod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he stole from the rich and the poor&lt;br /&gt;and the not-very-rich and the very poor&lt;br /&gt;and he stole all hearts away&lt;br /&gt;he stole all hearts away&lt;br /&gt;he stole all hearts away&lt;br /&gt;he stole all hearts away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Written by Morrissey &amp;amp; Alain Whyte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música alegre para una letra triste. Del &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You Are The Quarry&lt;/span&gt;, de 2004.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-908218480013409712?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/908218480013409712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=908218480013409712' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/908218480013409712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/908218480013409712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2008/10/morrissey-first-of-gang-to-die.html' title='Morrissey - First Of The Gang To Die'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-3060044235466709272</id><published>2008-10-21T00:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:44:56.076+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robyn'/><title type='text'>Robyn - With Every Heartbeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3vfLvZCdT9g&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Maybe we could make it all right&lt;br /&gt;We could make it better sometime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we could make it happen, baby&lt;br /&gt;We could keep trying&lt;br /&gt;But things will never change&lt;br /&gt;So I don't look back&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm dying with every step I take&lt;br /&gt;But I don't look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little, little bit better&lt;br /&gt;Good enough to waste some time&lt;br /&gt;Tell me would it make you happy, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could keep trying&lt;br /&gt;But things will never change&lt;br /&gt;So I don't look back&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm dying with every step I take&lt;br /&gt;But I don't look back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could keep trying&lt;br /&gt;But things will never change&lt;br /&gt;So I don't look back&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm dying with every step I take&lt;br /&gt;But I don't look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts with every heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts with every heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts with every heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Written by Robyn &amp;amp; Andreas Kleerup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A principios de verano una tal Madonna decidió que en la rama europea de su gira le acompañase como telonera una tal Robyn. En 1997, esta tal Robyn grabó una canción que sonó bastante, Show Me Love, y desapareció tan rápido como había llegado. Diez años más tarde, en un acto de integridad, se compró a sí misma, de su compañía de discos, y se volvió a su Suecia natal a hacer la música que ella quería o a irse con la música a otra parte, el resultado es su primer número 1 en Reino Unido, una canción muy diferente a la que grabó una década antes, con un aire a Natalie Imbruglia, y que seguró que formó parte de la banda sonora de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sensación de Vivir&lt;/span&gt; o de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Al Salir de Clase&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-3060044235466709272?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/3060044235466709272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=3060044235466709272' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/3060044235466709272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/3060044235466709272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2008/10/robyn-with-every-heartbeat.html' title='Robyn - With Every Heartbeat'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-2235718287323287964</id><published>2008-10-20T18:28:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:47:33.301+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Beatles'/><title type='text'>The Beatles - Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ONXp-vpE9eU&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away&lt;br /&gt;Now it looks as though they're here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I believe in yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be&lt;br /&gt;There's a shadow hanging over me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I yesterday came suddenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why she had to go I don't know she wouldn't say&lt;br /&gt;I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play&lt;br /&gt;Now I need a place to hide away&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I believe in yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why she had to go I don't know she wouldn't say&lt;br /&gt;I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play&lt;br /&gt;Now I need a place to hide away&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I believe in yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lennon / McCartney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta es la canción de la semana en mi clase de guitarra, así que no me hecurrado demasiado, pero como hace tiempo que no publico ninguna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como todas las canciones de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;, esta también fue firmada por Lennon/McCartney, aunque en realidad, la escribió &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sir Paul&lt;/span&gt; solito, que se despertó en medio de la noche, se acercó al piano y le salió esto, aunque al principio la tituló algo así como Huevos Revueltos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-2235718287323287964?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/2235718287323287964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=2235718287323287964' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/2235718287323287964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/2235718287323287964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2008/10/beatles-yesterday.html' title='The Beatles - Yesterday'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-6463300312464133630</id><published>2008-09-25T19:44:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:48:48.855+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alanis Morissette'/><title type='text'>Seal - Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In a church,by the face, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He talks about the people going under. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only child know... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A man decides after seventy years, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That what he goes there for, is to unlock the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While those around him criticize and sleep... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And through a fractal on a breaking wall, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I see you my friend, and touch your face again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miracles will happen as we trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But we're never gonna survive, unless... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We get a little crazy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No we're never gonna survive, unless... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are a little... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cray...cray...cray... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...Crazy yellow people walking through my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of them's got a gun, to shoot the other one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And yet together they were friends at school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohh, get it, get it, get it, get it no no! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If all were there when we first took the pill, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then maybe, then maybe, then maybe, then maybe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miracles will happen as we speak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But we're never gonna survive unless... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We get a little crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No we're never gonna survive unless... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are a little... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crazy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No no, never survive, unless we get a little... bit... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, a little bit... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, a little bit... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amanda decides to go along after seventeen years... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh darlin... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In a sky full of people, only some want to fly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't that crazy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In a world full of people, only some want to fly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't that crazy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crazy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In a heaven of people there's only some want to fly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ain't that crazy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh babe... Oh darlin... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In a world full of people there's only some want to fly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't that crazy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't that crazy... Isn't that crazy... Isn't that crazy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But we're never gonna survive unless, we get a little crazy.. crazy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No we're never gonna to survive unless we are a little... crazy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But we're never gonna survive unless, we get a little crazy.. crazy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No we're never gonna to survive unless, we are a little.. crazy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No no, never survive unless, we get a little bit... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then you see things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The size &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of which you've never known before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They'll break it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someday... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only child know.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Them things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The size &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of which you've never known before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someday... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someway... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someday... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someway... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someday... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someway... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someday... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Written by Seal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344" align="justify"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3im0kpNJSmI&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esta canción la escribió Seal en 1991 para su álbum debut. En el 2005 Alanis Morissette ( 1 "R", 2 "S") hizo una versión muy digna para un anuncio, y como le había quedado bien la metió en su grandes éxitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Después de ver este vídeo uno se da cuenta cuanto puede mejorar alguien con tres simples pasos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Córtate las trenzas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Deja de ir en cueros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. (Y sospecho que este es el motivo de los dos anteriores) casáte con Heidi Klum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-6463300312464133630?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/6463300312464133630/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=6463300312464133630' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/6463300312464133630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/6463300312464133630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2008/09/seal-crazy.html' title='Seal - Crazy'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-1815858130420382887</id><published>2008-09-09T13:55:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:49:20.501+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Arrows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britney Spears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joan Jett'/><title type='text'>Joan Jett - I Love Rock'n'Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M3T_xeoGES8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw him dancin' there by the record machine&lt;br /&gt;I knew he must a been about seventeen&lt;br /&gt;The beat was goin' strong&lt;br /&gt;Playin' my favorite song&lt;br /&gt;An I could tell it wouldn't be long&lt;br /&gt;'Till he was with me, yeah me, singin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rock'n'roll&lt;br /&gt;So put another dime in the jukebox, baby&lt;br /&gt;I love rock'n'roll&lt;br /&gt;So come an take your time an' dance with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled so I got up and asked for his name&lt;br /&gt;That don't matter, he said,&lt;br /&gt;'cause it's all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said can I take you home where we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An next we were movin' on&lt;br /&gt;He was with me, yeah me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we were movin' on&lt;br /&gt;He was with me, yeah me, singin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rock'n'roll&lt;br /&gt;So put another dime in the jukebox, baby&lt;br /&gt;I love rock'n'roll&lt;br /&gt;So come an' take your time an' dance with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said can I take you home where we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An well be movin' on&lt;br /&gt;An singin' that same old song&lt;br /&gt;Yeah with me, singin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rock'n'roll&lt;br /&gt;So put another dime in the jukebox, baby&lt;br /&gt;I love rock'n'roll&lt;br /&gt;So come an' take your time an dance with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;written by: j. hooker/a. merrill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí dejo hoy lo que suena en mi móvil cuando me llaman. La original es de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Arrows&lt;/span&gt;, pero yo me quedo con la versión que hizo Joan Jett, en 1983, con sus Blackhearts. Britney Spears lo intentó para la banda sonora de su película &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Crossroads&lt;/span&gt;, pero no es lo mismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-1815858130420382887?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/1815858130420382887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=1815858130420382887' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/1815858130420382887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/1815858130420382887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2008/09/joan-jett-i-love-rocknroll.html' title='Joan Jett - I Love Rock&apos;n&apos;Roll'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-8631670568250383154</id><published>2008-09-07T13:29:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:57:26.585+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mecano'/><title type='text'>Mecano - El 7 De Septiembre</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dy3hWejxWv0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Parece mentira&lt;br /&gt;que después de tanto tiempo&lt;br /&gt;rotos nuestros lazos&lt;br /&gt;sigamos manteniendo la ilusión&lt;br /&gt;en nuestro aniversario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La misma mesita&lt;br /&gt;que nos ha visto amarrar&lt;br /&gt;las manos por debajo&lt;br /&gt;cuida que el rincón de siempre&lt;br /&gt;permanezca reservado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aunque la historia se acabó&lt;br /&gt;hay algo vivo en ese amor&lt;br /&gt;que aunque empeñados en soplar&lt;br /&gt;hay llamas que ni con el mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las flores de Mayo&lt;br /&gt;poco a poco cederán&lt;br /&gt;a las patas de gallo&lt;br /&gt;y nos buscaremos con los ojos&lt;br /&gt;por si queda algo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El siete de Septiembre&lt;br /&gt;es nuestro aniversario&lt;br /&gt;y no sabremos si besarnos&lt;br /&gt;en la cara o en los labios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aunque la historia se acabó&lt;br /&gt;hay algo vivo en ese amor&lt;br /&gt;que aunque empeñados en soplar&lt;br /&gt;hay llamas que ni con el mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El siete de Septiembre&lt;br /&gt;es nuestro aniversario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrita por Ignacio Cano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (más conocido como Nacho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy estaba cantada, no me ha costado mucho elegir canción. Y como el &lt;em&gt;Tubo&lt;/em&gt; no me da el enlace para el vídeo original cuelgo este donde la Torroja nos muestra sus dotes de bailarina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-8631670568250383154?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/8631670568250383154/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=8631670568250383154' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/8631670568250383154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/8631670568250383154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2008/09/mecano-el-7-de-septiembre.html' title='Mecano - El 7 De Septiembre'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-4442860782761237175</id><published>2008-09-06T04:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:59:29.041+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lenny Kravitz'/><title type='text'>Lenny Kravitz - Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t4dGfwa6FKA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been searching for you&lt;br /&gt;I heard a cry within my soul&lt;br /&gt;I've never had a yearning quite like this before&lt;br /&gt;Now that you are walking right through my door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll ever see you again&lt;br /&gt;And if that day comes&lt;br /&gt;I know we could win&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll ever see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sacred gift of heaven&lt;br /&gt;For better, worse, wherever&lt;br /&gt;And I would never let somebody break you down&lt;br /&gt;Nor take your crown, never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll ever see you again&lt;br /&gt;And if that day comes&lt;br /&gt;I know we could win&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll ever see you again&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I've always known&lt;br /&gt;That you were there, upon your throne&lt;br /&gt;A lonely queen without her king&lt;br /&gt;I longed for you, my love forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll ever see you again&lt;br /&gt;And if that day comes&lt;br /&gt;I know we could win&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll ever see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll ever see you again&lt;br /&gt;And if that day comes&lt;br /&gt;I know we could win&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll ever see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll ever see you again&lt;br /&gt;And if that day comes&lt;br /&gt;I know we could win&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll ever see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll ever see you again&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll ever see you again&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll ever see you again&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll ever see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll ever see you again&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll ever see you again&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll ever see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by Lenny Kravitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-4442860782761237175?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/4442860782761237175/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=4442860782761237175' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/4442860782761237175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/4442860782761237175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2008/09/lenny-kravitz-again.html' title='Lenny Kravitz - Again'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-3726545152473373769</id><published>2008-09-01T15:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:03:05.127+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Killers'/><title type='text'>The Killers - Read My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344" align="justify"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ch3hppFG3UQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;On the corner of main street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Just tryin' to keep it in line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You say you wanna move on and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You say I'm falling behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Can you read my mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Can you read my mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I never really gave up on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Breakin' out of this two-star town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I got the green light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I got a little fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'm gonna turn this thing around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Can you read my mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Can you read my mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The good old days, the honest man;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The restless heart, the Promised Land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;A subtle kiss that no one sees;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;A broken wrist and a big trapeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Oh well I don't mind, if you don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;'Cause I don't shine if you don't shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Before you go, can you read my mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It’s funny how you just break down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Waitin' on some sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I pull up to the front of your driveway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;With magic soakin' my spine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Can you read my mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Can you read my mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The teenage queen, the loaded gun;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The drop dead dream, the Chosen One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;A southern drawl, a world unseen;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;A city wall and a trampoline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Oh well I don't mind, if you don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;'Cause I don't shine if you don't shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Before you jump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Tell me what you find when you read my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Slippin’ in my faith until I fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You never returned that call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Woman, open the door, don't let it sting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I wanna breathe that fire again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;She said I don't mind, if you don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;'Cause I don't shine if you don't shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Put your back on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Put your back on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Put your back on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The stars are blazing like rebel diamonds cut out of the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Can you read my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Written by: Brandon Flowers, Dave Keuning &amp;amp; Mark Stoermer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desde hace unos meses escucho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.live95fm.ie/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Limerick Live, 95fm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (con una musiquilla como aquella de los &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;40 criminales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; de hace años; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;son los 40 criminales en cadenaaaaaaaaa, vía satéliteeeeeeeee, paaaaraaaa tiiiii...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;) una radio irlandesa donde ponen canciones actuales y antiguas, tienen discjockeys graciosillos, piden a la gente que llame para hablar del tema que toca, las noticias... en fin, lo de siempre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;El caso es que un día pusieron el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somebody Told Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; de The Killers, y como me gustó busque más cosas de ellos, y encontré este &lt;em&gt;Read My Mind&lt;/em&gt; grabado por los chicos de Las Vegas para el disco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sam's Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; de 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-3726545152473373769?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/3726545152473373769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=3726545152473373769' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/3726545152473373769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/3726545152473373769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2008/09/killers-read-my-mind.html' title='The Killers - Read My Mind'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-3046206133747067600</id><published>2008-08-16T13:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:05:25.733+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrés Calamaro'/><title type='text'>Andrés Calamaro - Elvis Está Vivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gPPvfsn1flk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Elvis está vivo&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;me lo dijo un amigo&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cuando el sol empezaba a caer&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;está en el cuarto forrado de leopardo dorado&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;se queda viendo su propio funeral.&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;En Memphis lo saben todo&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pero es gente muy discreta y no dice nada:&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;será mejor así&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;será mejor así?&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Elvis está vivo&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eternamente dormido&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;en un inodoro de cristal&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Elvis está vivo&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;se escribe cartas conmigo&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cuando el sol empieza a caer.&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bob Dylan también lo sabe&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pero Bob es muy discreto y no dice nada&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;será mejor así, será mejor así?&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Elvis está vivo&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;está lavando la limo&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cuando el sol empieza a caer&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;supongo que está en su casa en una bata de seda&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mirando diez canales a la vez.&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;En Memphis lo saben todos&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pero es gente muy discreta y no dice nada:&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;será mejor así, será mejor así? ("are you lonesome tonight?").&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Elvis está vivo&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Elvis es un buen tío&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;espero que me invite a comer.&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Letra y música de Andrés Calamaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;El señor Andrés Calamaro escribió esta canción que metió en el discazo &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Alta Suciedad&lt;/span&gt;, del año 1997, lo primero que hizo tras separarse Los Rodríguez. Y hoy (31º) aniversario de la muerte de Elvis Presley, no puede dejar de sonar esta canción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He encontrado un vídeo de un concierto en acústico, pero la calidad no es muy buena, así que os dejo este otro, y por lo menos algo te reirás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-3046206133747067600?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/3046206133747067600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=3046206133747067600' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/3046206133747067600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/3046206133747067600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2008/08/andrs-calamaro-elvis-est-vivo.html' title='Andrés Calamaro - Elvis Está Vivo'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-8746593922496773931</id><published>2008-08-14T13:32:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:09:02.912+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nathan Larson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cardigans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restless Heart'/><title type='text'>Restless Heart - The Bluest Eyes In Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QGeEtYDZNJQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The lonesome Texas sun was setting low&lt;br /&gt;And in the rearview mirror I watched it go&lt;br /&gt;I can still see the wind in her golden hair&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes for a moment, I'm still there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bluest eyes in Texas&lt;br /&gt;Are haunting me tonight&lt;br /&gt;Like the stars that fill the midnite sky&lt;br /&gt;Her memory fills my mind&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong (Did I wait too long)&lt;br /&gt;Or can I make it right&lt;br /&gt;The bluest eyes in Texas are haunting me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another town another hotel room&lt;br /&gt;Another dream that ended way too soon&lt;br /&gt;Left me lonely way before the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bluest eyes in Texas&lt;br /&gt;Are haunting me tonight&lt;br /&gt;Like the stars that fill the midnite sky&lt;br /&gt;Her memory fills my mind&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong (Did I wait too long)&lt;br /&gt;Or can I make it right&lt;br /&gt;The bluest eyes in Texas are haunting me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every heart you break you pay the price&lt;br /&gt;But I can't forget the tears in her blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bluest eyes in Texas&lt;br /&gt;Are haunting me tonight&lt;br /&gt;Like the stars that fill the midnite sky&lt;br /&gt;Her memory fills my mind&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong (Did I wait too long)&lt;br /&gt;Or can I make it right&lt;br /&gt;The bluest eyes in Texas are haunting me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;written by: DuBois/Robbins/Stephenson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta es la versión original de la canción, que en 1988 fue número uno en la lista americana de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;los 40 criminales&lt;/span&gt; country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En 1999, Nathan Larson se encargó de la musica de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Boys Don't Cry&lt;/span&gt; (primer Oscar de Hilary Swank), y como tema principal versionó esta canción. Viendo que Chloë Sevigny, para cantar no tiene vergüenza, pero voz tampoco, Larson pasó al plan B y le pidió a su mujer (por eso de que los beneficios se quedan en casa) que mejor lo hiciera ella. Así que de esa BSO sale una pedazo de versión cantada por Nina Persson, que demuestra que también se defiende en solitario (o con su marido) al margen de The Cardigans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-8746593922496773931?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/8746593922496773931/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=8746593922496773931' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/8746593922496773931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/8746593922496773931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2008/08/restless-heart-bluest-eyes-in-texas.html' title='Restless Heart - The Bluest Eyes In Texas'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289898858819778177.post-4162438559168890285</id><published>2008-08-13T17:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:10:10.866+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Urge Overkill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neil Diamond'/><title type='text'>Urge Overkill - Girl You'll Be A Woman Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PwGLJk_bySc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Girl, you'll be a woman... soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much, can't count all the ways&lt;br /&gt;I've died for you girl and all they can say is&lt;br /&gt;"He's not your kind"&lt;br /&gt;They never get tired of putting me down&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never know when I come around&lt;br /&gt;What I'm gonna find&lt;br /&gt;Don't let them make up your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you'll be a woman soon,&lt;br /&gt;Please, come take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you'll be a woman soon,&lt;br /&gt;Soon, you'll need a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been misunderstood for all of my life&lt;br /&gt;But what they're saying girl it cuts like a knife&lt;br /&gt;"The boy's no good"&lt;br /&gt;Well I've finally found what I'm a looking for&lt;br /&gt;But if they get their chance they'll end it for sure&lt;br /&gt;Surely would&lt;br /&gt;Baby I've done all I could&lt;br /&gt;Now it's up to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you'll be a woman soon,&lt;br /&gt;Please, come take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you'll be a woman soon,&lt;br /&gt;Soon, you'll need a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you'll be a woman soon,&lt;br /&gt;Please, come take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you'll be a woman soon,&lt;br /&gt;Soon but soon, you'll need a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Neil Diamond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La canción fue originalmente escrita por Neil Diamond, y apareció en su album &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Just For You&lt;/span&gt; allá por 1967.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin que sirva de precedente, yo me quedo con una versión. La que hizo el grupo Urge Overkill para la banda sonora de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pulp Fiction&lt;/span&gt; de Quentin Tarantino, en 1994.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1289898858819778177-4162438559168890285?l=yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/feeds/4162438559168890285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1289898858819778177&amp;postID=4162438559168890285' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/4162438559168890285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1289898858819778177/posts/default/4162438559168890285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yqueescuchoyoahora.blogspot.com/2008/08/urge-overkill-girl-youll-be-woman-soon.html' title='Urge Overkill - Girl You&apos;ll Be A Woman Soon'/><author><name>Luimneach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446876187128255704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3/2145/1600/Irishmouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
