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The Gag -by El inquilino comunista-

2005-12-06T07:09:00.000-08:00

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-

2005-10-20T06:36:00.000-07:00

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

2005-10-20T00:25:00.000-07:00

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

2005-10-18T02:16:00.000-07:00

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-

2005-10-10T11:19:00.000-07:00

...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

2005-10-10T04:26:00.000-07:00

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-

2005-10-09T12:40:00.000-07:00

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-

2005-10-08T22:53:00.000-07:00

"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-

2005-10-08T00:31:00.000-07:00

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-

2005-10-07T22:36:00.000-07:00

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-

2005-10-07T06:24:00.000-07:00

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

TEARS COME HOME -by Sebastien schuller-

2005-10-06T06:48:00.000-07:00

Andava yo por el mundo de Alicia y sus maravillas, de pronto una melodia se acerco a mis oidos;Durante cinco minutos soñamos juntos,vimos imagenes llenas de melancolia.
Hoy al despertar mi almohada estava llena de lágrimas.
Asi se conocieron "tears come home" y "el chico de manchester".

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The manchester boy 06/10/05

YOUR EX-LOVER IS DEAD -by Stars-

2005-10-04T08:56:00.000-07:00

Historias de media noche, il-lusiones que nunca se deshacen completamente,momentos de autoflagelación psicológica, fantasias de peter pan que nos acompañan aunque nos hagamos mayores....mayores fisicamente hablando, mayores en experiéncia.
Las dos voces que susurran las canciones de Stars tienen en su poder la llave que nos abre las puertas al mundo de las emociones a flor de piel.
Soy un niño mayor en medio de esta canción.

Luxe,calme et volupté!

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When there is nothing left to burn
You have to set yourself on fire

God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said "yes I think we've met before
In that instant it started to pour

Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across Pont Champlain
And all of that time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name

This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
You tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in
And now you're outside me you see all the beauty
Repent all your sin

It's nothing but time and a face that you'll lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose
I'll write you a postcard, I'll send you the news
From the house down the road, from real love

Live through this and you won't look back
Live through this and you won't look back
Live through this and you won't look back

There's one thing I have to say so I'll be brave
You were what I wanted, I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met youI'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save

The manchester boy 04/10/05

IF I WERE YOU -by The divine comedy-

2005-10-04T07:31:00.000-07:00

El pop i les orquestres poden funcionar cuan la persona que esta darrera de la historia y la cançó te una sensibilitat realment especial.
A the divine comedy les cançons son tractades com a petits tresors, com els que tenim dins nostre aquells que hem sentit moltes de les coses de la vida d'una manera molt especial.
Qui no ha desitjat mai estar dins d'algu per poder fer que aquest ens veies de la mateixa manera que nosaltres l'hem vist a ell/a?
Si jo fos ella, provaria de no recolzar-me a la pared i hem somriuria mirant-me al ulls i deixant anar tota la magia que guardo dins.
Si jo fos tu seria.....blava.

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If I were you I'd look at me
And fail to see the things I see in you
If I were you
And if I were you I wouldn't let
The shit you get from me get the better of you
If I were you
Don't you ever wonder why
I could never make you cry?
Well if I were you I'd ride away
To a pasture new where I could graze
On the grass so succulent and sweet
If I were you
I'd be through with me
If I were you I wouldn't need
To always read the magazines that I do
They make me blue
So if I were you
I'd make the break
Before I take my frustrations out on you
Just break on through
Don't you ever, in your dreams
Take a lover and make her scream?
Well if I were you
I'd ride away
To a pasture new where I could graze
On the green, green grass of virgin country
I'd live real fast and die real young
You see if I were you
I'd end my days
In a field of stupid sheep just grazing
The grass so succulent and sweet
If I were you I'd be through with me

The manchester boy 04/10/05

FIVE FATHOMS -by Ebtg-

2005-10-03T09:09:00.000-07:00

Estoy enamorado de una ciudad,de sus calles,su gente anónima,su atmósfera,de todo aquello que siento cuando mis pies andan sobre su asfalto y mis sentidos se pierden en toda su inmensidad...
Ben Watt y Tracy Thorn escribieron un buen dia una canción que habla de esas sensaciones, y lo hicieron dandole la virtud de ser cálida a la vez que reflexiva.
Un baño de melancolia en un medio tiempo recubierto de sutiles arreglos e imagenes que se quedaron ancladas en mi recuerdo.

Siempre se como volver a Londres aunque sea solo por unos instantes.

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I walk the city late at night
does everyone here do the sameI

I wanna be the things I see
give every face and place my name

Across the street, take a right
Pick up the pace, pass a fight
Did I grow up? Did you stay home?
I'm not inmune, I love this tune

I wanna love more, I just wanna love more
I wanna love more, I just wanna love more
I wanna love more, I just wanna love more
I wanna love more, I just wanna love more

I drive the city late at night
It's in my mouth, it's in my head
And the people filled the city
'Cause the city fills the people, oh yeah

Across the street, avoid the freeze
The city's warm by couple of degrees
The smell of food, the smell of rain
I'm not inmune, I love this tune

I wanna love more (there's a river in my head)
I just wanna love you more (there's a river in my head)
I wanna love you more (there's a river in my head)
I just wanna love you more (there's a river in my head)

Only way out is down
Only way up is down

I wanna love more, I just wanna love more
I wanna love more, I just wanna love more
I wanna love more, I just wanna love more
I wanna love more, I just wanna love more

The manchester boy 03/10/05

SWEET LIPS -by Monaco-

2005-10-02T01:40:00.000-07:00

Estar marcado por las trayectorias de "Joy division" y "New order" da a la figura de Peter Hook el suficiente prestigio como para que abramos los oidos de par en par ante cualquier cosa que nos ofrezca.
Con su proyecto Monaco,ha sido capaz de crear momentos que solo cumplen expediente i a la vez construir maravillas como "Sweet lips" (entre otras), una mezcla del sonido disco más setentero y del lado bailable de su bagaje en New order.Maravilloso el sonido del bajo, marca de la casa y la simpleza aplastante del perc-organ, asi como los efectivos arreglos de cuerda que redondean el lado más emocional de este tema "alternativo" para los rompepistas menos abiertos de mente.
No me olvido del bagaje musical de su compañero de aventura David Potts, quien después de pasar años en una tienda de discos en manchester ha aportado ese toque de mente privilegiada capaz de fusionar todas las texturas que dan forma a canciones como esta.

Bailas?

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Tell it to your sister
And tell it to your brother
Just how much you missed them
Why you don't even bother
Could this be the same love
We shared with one another
Always been a cut above
You know that it's gonna be alright
Tell me what's in your mind
I know that you're trying to help me
But I just can't find
A way to get out of this love
Can't you see
That it feels so unreal
Tell it to your sister
Tell it to your brother
Just how much you missed them
Why you don't even bother
Could this be the same love
We shared with one another
Always been a cut above
You know it's gonna be alright
Help me 'cos I'm going down
And now that I've got a good reason
I'm taking the easy way out
But I'll never get out of this love
Can't you see It's got to be so unreal

The manchester boy 02/10/05

LOVE SPREADS -by The stone roses-

2005-09-30T23:27:00.000-07:00

Una de las épocas doradas de la música aún que muchos no lo tengan en cuenta fueron los 90.
No solo los Beatles eran capaçes de hacer perfectas melodias pop/rock.
Mi devoción por los Stone Roses es como un rio que se esconde en segun que tramos de mi vida, però que siempre aparecen cuando y dónde menos lo espero.
Esta pàgina web es hija directa del estribillo de esta canciíon.
Influenciada por el blues,la psicodélia, el rock y hasta con destellitos de jazz e aquí la perfección de un espiritu que nunca desapreció y que no era solo cosa del manchester sound......

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Love spreads her arms, waits there for the nails
I forgive you, boy, I will prevail
Too much to take, come cross to bear
I'm hiding in the trees with a picnic, she's over there, yeah

Yeah,yeah,yeahYeah,yeah,yeah
She didn't scream, she didn't make a sound
I forgive you boy, but don't leave town
Cold black skin, naked in the rain
Hammer flash in the lightning, they're hurting her again

Let me put you in the picture, let me show you what I mean
The messiah is my sister, ain't no king man, she's my queen

I have a dream, I've seen the light
Don't put it out, say she's alright, yeah, she's my sister
She didn't scream, she didn't make a sound
I forgive you boy, but don't leave town
Cold black skin, naked in the rain
Hammer flash in the lightning, they're hurting her again
Oh, oh, oohYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Let me put you in the picture, let me show you what I mean
The messiah is my sister, ain't no king man, she's my queen

I have a dream, I've seen the light
Don't put it out, say she's alright, yeah, she's my sister

The manchester boy 01/10/05

DAYBREAK -by The stone roses-

2005-09-30T22:49:00.000-07:00

Has sentido alguna vez como una linea de bajo se cuela poco a poco por los poros de tu piel?.. estas perdido, en ese momento el groove se apodera de ti, tu cuerpo empieza a sentir una sensación de bienestar infinito, y sin mucha dificultad eres capaz de ignorar la letra de la canción y dejarte llevar por su minimalismo ritmico, que no por básico deja de ser rico en texturas y matices.
Ian brown mueve su cuerdas vocales como pocos han sabido nunca hacerlo, y no en un sentido físico.
..... y John squire juega magistralmente con la guitarra.

Se mueve tu esqueleto porqué "yo también soy negro"..... tu alma flota .

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ahora............ la letra:

"This is the daybreak
And this is the love we make
For love is the law here
You got to know how I love it, yeahI
t's more than a mover
You know it takes all fast, all song
Stone cold wildBring the love in
Son, brother, man, true nature child
I think I'll sing it
From Atlanta, GeorgiaTo longsight, Manchester
Everyone ready, so
So willing and able
Yeah, yeah, yeah
For the love you make
Gone home sis(huh, yeah, woo!)
She built it to make ya
We all love makers ain't we?
Sister Rosa Lee Parks
Love forever her name in your heart
Forever in my heart
(mmm, yeah, hoo, yeah!)
As I sing this song
Someone just got rolled on(hey oh hey, yeah, woo, yeah!)
New York CityTo Addis Abababababa
Keep on keeping strong
Keep on keeping on
So why no black on a radio station in this, the city?
Been going on so long, level on the lineI
'm a leaf on the vine of time
Black bones are the original bones
And this is something the whole wide world should know, y'all
I came to sing this song for your soul.
Ooh, for the dreamers
One more for the dreamers, yeah "

The manchester boy 01/10/05

WELCOME

2005-09-30T22:40:00.000-07:00

Welcome:

Este web-blog esta dedicado integramente a la música que llena los rincones de mi vida;Los redondos y los cuadrados.
Pasa, abre tu mente y deja que me acerque a ti.

Love

The manchester boy