The Gag -by El inquilino comunista-

Momentos de inflexión....
Una bomba de relojeria que marco el ritmo de mis primeros descubrimientos de la escena indie de los 90.
Fuera prejuicios,ganas de saltar....gritos....rebeldia...el inquilino comunista han vuelto...y yo no podia dejar de recordar la explosion que detonaron dentro de mi....el getxo sound existio realmente?..como diria elo :"me chupa un huevo"....aún hay gente que no escucha según que cosas por que se hacen en su pais...en el año 2006?????

THE GAG (si!!!..en letras mayusculas)


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AUTOCHOCADOR -by Jaime sin tierra-

Entre tanta canço poliglota no penseu que he oblidat als musics argentins...hi ha molt més que calamaro i la Bersuit.....provablement els Jaime sin tierra no son una "banda"de pop convencional,però gràcies a grups com aquest la cultura d'un país es mostra més variada i rica del que seria sense la seva presència.
Aquesta cançó hem porta al cap sensacions molt i molt profundes, jo crec que es perfecte per certs moments de la vida que no guarden massa bon record amb el temps...però cert es també que sense ells la nostre evolució personal estaria en un altre punt...i es que es cert allò de que a vegades va bé estar "happy to be sad"

Besos Boluda!


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RELLOTGE -by Joan miquel oliver

A la música com a la vida,hi ha coses que duren el que duren...eternitats que ens semblen moments,i moments que sens fan eterns..quina obvietat oi?
Tenim dues opcions : cagar-nos en el temps per la manera que te de deixar la nostre vida al darrera,o bé agrair-li que continui fent caure granets de sorra a les nostres esquenes....si ho pensem bé, sempre es millor poder mirar el camí recorregut que no lamentar-nos pensant en el que ens pot o no quedar ...
Tot i això de vegades penso que el rellotge si que es un fill de puta!



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The manchester boy 20/10/05

LET IT BE LOVE -by Craig armstrong

Ella sempre ha viscut dins de la meva imaginació.
Ara que s'ha presentat en carn i ossos hi ha tantes coses que voldria compartir al seu costat...
D'això parlo jo i tambè aquesta canço.


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The light is fading in the park,
It's alright,
I'll walk with you until it's dark,
Forever,
If you could only make a sign,
If you could only say you're mine,
If there was one word you could say,
Let it be love,
Let it be love.

I hear you fighting in the snow,
God only knows,
The children running through the streets,
Nowhere to hide,
If you could only make a sign,
If you could only change your mind,
If there was one word you could say,
Let it be love,
Let it be love,
Let it be love,
Let it be love.

If you could only make a sign,
If you could only change your mind,
If there was one word you could say,
Let it be love,
Let it be love,
Let it be love,
Let it be love,
Let it be love

The manchester boy 18/10/05

LE VALS D'AMELIE / COMPTINE D'ETE 3 -by Yann tiersen-

...de sobte van començar a aparèixer les imatges,i amb elles moltes i moltes notes.....estava entrant al món d'amelie,un món ple de magia, de "moments" i els seus respectius colors...en aquells temps jo no tenia massa clar quins son els millors colors per veure la vida...no estava ni al blanc ni al negre..però portava una època realment de tonalitats grises...ja no recordava massa bé la natura d'alguns colors..
vaig sortir del cine amb una sensació interior que definiria com "blava" i des d'aquell dia els meus grisos derivats del blanc i el negre son normalment cosins germans de qualsevol tipus de blau que pugueu imaginar....
Le vals d'amelie es una cançó que un dia hem vaig prometre a mi mateix que seria capaç de tocar a piano, de moment faig una versió personal que ja hem desperta certa emoció....
Aquest podria ser el vals dels que ens agrada el blau



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Gràcies a aquesta cançó i a moltes més de les que surten a la"peli",hem vaig encuriosir per l'obra de YANN TIERSEN,un autèntic geni pel que fa a crear melodies plenes de fantasia i tendresa que per que negar-ho, hem porten molts records d'infantesa que no tenien banda sonora fins que no el vaig descobrir a ell.
Comptine d'ete 3 es un altre cançó que somio poder tocar algun dia.


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The manchester boy 11/10/05

LE VENT NUS PORTARA -by Noir desir

Un grup marcat per un tràgic esdeveniment...
La genialitat de les persones tocades per la mà de "deu"acostuma a ser un mirall de doble cara.
Betrand Cantat tenia un interior que dificilment trovaba la pau;Potser l'aconseguia en els moments que es despullava al costat d'una canço amb els seus companys de Noir desir.
El seu interior i la seva ment sovint trepitjaven territoris perillosos...el dilema de sempre hem bé al cap...era un geni perque alguna cosa no estava be dins seu? o a l'inreves?
Com diu un músic català "al final de tot sempre ens queden les cançons".
I per cert, cada dia estic més convençut que el francés es un idioma musicalment deliciós en textures.....



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Je n'ai pas peur de la route
Faudrait voir, faut qu'on y goûte
Des méandres au creux des reins
Et tout ira bien là
Le vent nous portera

Ton message à la Grande Ourse
Et la trajectoire de la course
Un instantané de velours
Même s'il ne sert à rien va
Le vent l'emportera
Tout disparaîtra mais
Le vent nous portera

La caresse et la mitraille
Et cette plaie qui nous tiraille
Le palais des autres jours
D'hier et demain
Le vent les portera

Génetique en bandouillère
Des chromosomes dans l'atmosphère
Des taxis pour les galaxies
Et mon tapis volant dis ?
Le vent l'emportera
Tout disparaîtra mais
Le vent nous portera


Ce parfum de nos années mortes
Ce qui peut frapper à ta porte
Infinité de destins
On en pose un et qu'est-ce qu'on en retient?
Le vent l'emportera

Pendant que la marée monte
Et que chacun refait ses comptes
J'emmène au creux de mon ombre
Des poussières de toi
Le vent les portera
Tout disparaîtra mais
Le vent nous portera

The manchester boy 10/10/05

GREEN GRASS OF TUNNEL -by Múm-

Antes de mi viaje a islandia,ya conocia a los Múm y también conocia a algunos islandeses.Les conocia o les intentava conocer.A veces es dificil mirar a la gente desde el prisma colorista que tenemos los mediterraneos.Pensava que eran frios en lineas generales, pero la verdad aunque a veces parezcan gentes de hielo,su proceso de congelación es realmente rico.Tienen muchas capas,que más bien las podriamos llamar escudos protectores,són un poco americanos,pero solo un poco.Inquietos,orgànicos,indecisos,virtuosos... hasta cariñosos si les das tiempo.Y también hay que decir que padecen del sindrome de las islas.
Asi és la música de "múm "para mi, un estimulo que tiene muchas capas.
Un sabor que se degusta con paciéncia.Un montón de secretos que esperan pacientes el momento de ser descubiertos.



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Down from the ceiling
Drips great noise
It drips on my head through a hole in the roof.
Behind these two hills here
There's a pool
And when I'm swimming in
through a tunnel
I shut my eyes
Inside their cabin I make sounds
In through the tubes I send this noise.
Behind these two hills here
fall asleep
And when I flood in green grass of tunnel
It floods back
Down from the ceiling
drips great noise
It drips on my head through a hole in the roof.
Behind these two hills here
there's a pool
And when I'm swimming in
through a tunnel
I shut my eyes

The manchester boy 09/10/05

SOMETIME LATER/SOMEWHERE NOT HERE -by Alpha-

"Sometime Later"y "Somewhere not here" són dues cançons en una.Van agafades de la mà. Una es el complement de l'altre.L' home i la dóna.Dos punts de vista d'un sentiment compartit.Aquest és un dels records més profunds e intensos que guardo de la meva época a radio nacional, recordo la sensació que hem van produir totes dues el primer cop que les vaig escoltar.No reproduire el sentiment.Espero que el teu sigui semblant cuan les escoltis.

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Touch my hand
It's only me, listen
I'm here.

Come to stand
In sultry fields
With you.

And now
Old dummy day
I know
Is over this way.

I'm laughing
Saw you gonna kiss me
You see
Yeah as I said.

One day she won't
A lonely bird
Alone.

Judgement day
Saw the world it's gone
Unheard.

Sold the sea
A lot how it feels to me.

I hate the word it's sad to see
I take your weight
And your heart fades away
Today a renegade
To lay in woods
By the pheasants.

I mean it
You don't
Force on my head
Kill our nightmare.

A lonely bird, a lonely bird
A lonely bird, a lonely bird
A lonely bird, alone.

Colour me
Cover me in the colour that reminds you
Solemnly.

Could make the same mistake
And you would never know
That I am, that I am
Alone, now.

Something, something
Tells me that you
Have something
On, all of us now
You're heaven
Taking over me now
Colour me hate
Raw little nerve
Colour me and pull us
Only home
Me home.

Hold the sun down
Hold the sun down
Hold the moon down
Leave me to rest
Want the world man
Too the words out
Only relief is
To slip through the nets
Hold a minute
And stop a minute
And go, oh oh
Hold a minute
You said to me
Said to me and
Breath, breath, breath, breath, breath ...
You said it to meSometime later

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I remember when you came
I can just recall that day
Unexpected, undetected
If I'd have known I still would have done it.

So little time, so long to wait
A paradise, within your eyes
All the things I could tell you
All the things I could show you.

You're my waking thought
You're the smile on my lips
I dream I see your face
I see and dream of you.

You were safe and warm
I was in your hands
We were moved in time
To another space.

Somewhere, not here
Somewhere, not here
So, little time
So, little time.

You were safe and warm
I was in your hands
We were moved in time
To another space.

A thousand miles away
I'd like to fly to you.

I immerse myself
I dream, I see your face
I see, I dream of you
If you were here we'd watch
If you were here we'd see.

You're my waking thought
You're the smile on my lips.

You were safe and warm
I was in your hands
We were moved in time
To another space.

Somewhere, not here
I know you are somewhere, not here
You're my waking thought
You're the smile on my lips
Are you thinking of me
Do I invade your sleep
A paradise, a paradise
Within your eyes.

I remember when you came
I can just recall that day
Somewhere not here
Somewhere not here Somewhere

The manchester boy 09/10/05

SUNDAY MORNING -by The velvet underground and nico-

Tots a la vida ens hem plantejat que será de nosaltres oi?
La velvet ens ho cantava després d' una nit plena d'excesos i provablement amb una capacitat de veure la realitat força alterada.
Altres ens ho parem a pensar els dissabtes i diumenges cuan ens llevem a las 5:30 del matí per anar a treballar......potser en aquest moment també tenim una visio de la realitat alterada?



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Sunday morning
Brings the dawn in
t's just a restless feeling by my side
Early dawning
Sunday morning
It's just the wasted years so close behind
Watch out the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all
Sunday morning
And I'm falling
I've got a feeling I don't want to know
Early dawning
Sunday morning
It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago
Watch out the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all
Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Sunday morning

The manchester boy 08/10/05

CENTRAL RESERVATION -by Beth orton-

La seva subtil veu va entrar un bon dia per la meva finestra.
Una cançó d' hores intempestives, plena d'espai on deixar-se gronxar per la llibertat de pensaments.

Dabada dabada daba daba da ba da



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Running down to a central reservation
In last night's red dress
And I can still smell you on my fingers
And taste you on my breath
Stepping through brilliant shades
Of the color you bring
But this time, this time, this time
Is whatever I want it to mean
If this is where memories are made
I'm gonna like what I see
And everything I ever took for granted
I'm gonna let it be
I step through every shade
Of the color you bring
But this time, this time, this time
Is whatever I want it to mean
And everything and nothing is
As sacred as we want it to be
When it's realMake it real
Compared to what?Oh, yeahOh, yeah
It's like living in the middle of the ocean
With no future, no past
And everything that's good about now
Might just glide right past
I'm stepping through brilliant shades
Of the color you bring
But this time, this time, this time
Is fine just as it is
And everything is sacred here,
And nothing is as sacred as I want it to be
When it's realCompared to what?
Oh, yeahOh, yeahBa da baBa da baYeah yeah

The manchester boy 08/10/05

HAPPY BIRTHDAY,DEAR FRIEND LISA -by Jens lekman-

Una bonita canción de aniversario para un amigo/a al que la vida nunca te ha dejado besar,por que al fin y al cabo la amistad es la mejor manera de demostrar el amor a una persona....en su proximo cumpleaños tal vez sea tu novia.


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Oh happy birthday, happy birthday.Little Lisa, today is your day.Sing hallelujah, you know they blew ya'.There are too many, candles in your cake.But don't you worry, there's no hurry.The Jehovas are standing by your door.And they're offering, eternal suffering.Eternal life, but you say no

Turn on the radio, clean the windows.Do it in slow-mo, as the day unfolds.Oh how the sun shines inside you, just like I do.These days are gold.The nights are silver, they make you shiver.Tomorrow the Jehovas will come by.And they will ask you of and excuse.Not to accept eternal life.

But I love you, yes I love you.But I would never kiss your lips.'Cause there's a friendship, a lovely kinship.Here's a tulip to match your eyes.Oh drinking cheap wine to bosanova.You're a supernova in the sky.The Jehovas, in their pull-overs.Are no Casanovas, like you and I.Oh happy birthday, happy birthday.Happy birthday to you.Oh happy birthday, happy birthday.Happy birthday to you.Happy birthday to you.Oh happy birthday, little Lisa.Happy birthday to you.

The manchester boy 07/10/05