When I Dream of Michelangelo

La que publicaré en esta ocasión es, actualmente, mi canción favorita del quinto álbum de estudio de la banda californiana Counting Crows que lleva por nombre Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings (noches de Sábado y mañanas de Domingo). Esta nueva producción viene a ser un disco conceptual que gira en torno a temas referentes al pecado y el arrepentimiento y esta dividido en dos secciones: Una primera mitad llena de influencias del rock, guitarras eléctricas y algo de distorsión y una segunda mitad mucho más acústica e influenciada por sonidos country, donde Adam Duritz prueba, una vez más, que hay mucho más en esta banda que Mr. Jones. A continuación las letras de When I Dream of Michelangelo:

Well you know I don't like you
But you wanna be my friend
Well, there are bodies on the ceiling
And they're fluttering their wings
It's ok I'm angry
But you'll never understand
When you dream of Michelangelo
They hang above your hands.

And I know that she is not my friend
And I know cause there she goes
Walking on my skin again.

And I can't why you'd want to talk to me
When your vision of America is crystalline and clean
I want a white bread life
Just something ignorant and plain,
But from the walls of Michelangelo I'm dangling again.

And I know that she is not my friend
And I know cause there she goes
Walking on my skin again and again.

Saturn on a line
A sun afire on strings and wires
To spin above my head and make it right
But any time you like
You can catch a sight of angel eyes all emptiness and infinite.

And I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed
I see god upon the ceiling I see angels overhead
And he seems so close as he reaches out his hand
But we are never quite as close as we are led to understand.

And I know that she is not my friend
And I know cause there she goes
Walking on my skin again and again.

Counting Crows.

La piel de mi niña huele a caramelo

La piel de mi niña
huele a caramelo
y al mango dulcito
que se da en mi pueblo
La piel de mi niña
es mi propia piel
sólo que en la vida
hay sudores viejos
Mi piel chamuscada
ardida en deseos
y la piel de mi niña
huele a caramelo.

Si hay que hacer la guerra
la guerra se hará
para ver los niños
felices jugar
Y a la gente vieja
hablar de la paz
que después la guerra
estará demás
que después la guerra
estará demás
que después la guerra
estará demás.

Pirulí, giraluna
pirulí, pirulero
que la piel de mi niña
huele a caramelo
dormite mi niña
despierten los viejos
busquen la alborada
por un mundo nuevo
Pirulí, giraluna
por la misma tierra
pirulí, pirulero
por el mismo cielo.

La piel de mi niña
es piel de mi pueblo
es mi propia piel
y del pueblo vengo
Con sus niños viejos
sus niños obreros
sin un sólo mango
sin un caramelo
sin un sólo mango
sin un caramelo.

Pirulí, giraluna
pirulí, pirulero
que la piel de mi niña
huele a caramelo
despierten los niños
despierten los viejos
corral la alborada
por un mundo nuevo
Es bravo tío tigre
pero tío conejo
dará a cada niño
un lindo lucero
y también un mango
y un caramelo.

Pirulí, giraluna
pirulí, pirulero
que la piel de mi niña
huele a caramelo
pirulí, giraluna
por la misma tierra
pirulí, pirulero
bajo el mismo cielo.

Alí Primera.

Ojalá

Ojalá que las hojas no te toquen el cuerpo cuando caigan
para que no las puedas convertir en cristal.
Ojalá que la lluvia deje de ser milagro que baja por tu cuerpo.
Ojalá que la luna pueda salir sin ti.
Ojalá que la tierra no te bese los pasos.

Ojalá se te acabé la mirada constante,
la palabra precisa, la sonrisa perfecta.
Ojalá pase algo que te borre de pronto:
una luz cegadora, un disparo de nieve.
Ojalá por lo menos que me lleve la muerte,
para no verte tanto, para no verte siempre
en todos los segundos, en todas las visiones:
ojalá que no pueda tocarte ni en canciones.

Ojalá que la aurora no dé gritos que caigan en mi espalda.
Ojalá que tu nombre se le olvide a esa voz.
Ojalá las paredes no retengan tu ruido de camino cansado.
Ojalá que el deseo se vaya tras de ti,
a tu viejo gobierno de difuntos y flores.

Ojalá se te acabé la mirada constante,
la palabra precisa, la sonrisa perfecta.
Ojalá pase algo que te borre de pronto:
una luz cegadora, un disparo de nieve.
Ojalá por lo menos que me lleve la muerte,
para no verte tanto, para no verte siempre
en todos los segundos, en todas las visiones:
ojalá que no pueda tocarte ni en canciones
ojalá pase algo que te borre de pronto:
una luz cegadora, un disparo de nieve.
Ojalá por lo menos que me lleve la muerte,
para no verte tanto, para no verte siempre
en todos los segundos, en todas las visiones
ojalá que no pueda tocarte ni en canciones.

Silvio Rodríguez.

Torn

I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm
He came around and he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry
Well you couldn't be that man I adored
You don't seem to know
Or seem to care what your heart is for
Well I don't know him anymore
There's nothing where he used to lie
My conversation has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's fine I'm torn.

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake
And I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn.

So I guess the fortune teller's right
I should have seen just what was there
And not some holy light
But you crawled beneath my veins
And now I don't care
I have no luck
I don't miss it all that much
There's just so many things
That I can't touch I'm torn.

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake
And I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn...
Torn.

There's nothing where he used to lie
My inspiration has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's right I'm torn.

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake
And I can see
The perfect sky is torn.

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I'm ashamed
Bound and broken on the floor
You're a little late
I'm already torn...
Torn.

Natalie Imbruglia

No basta rezar

No, no, no basta rezar
hacen falta muchas cosas
para conseguir la paz.
No, no, no basta rezar
hacen falta muchas cosas
para conseguir la paz.

Y rezan de buena fe
y rezan de corazón
pero también reza el piloto
cuando monta en el avión
para ir a bombardear
a los niños del Vietnam
para ir a bombardear
a los niños del Vietnam.

No, no, no basta rezar
hacen falta muchas cosas
para conseguir la paz.
No, no, no basta rezar
hacen falta muchas cosas
para conseguir la paz.

Nada se puede lograr
si no hay revolución
reza el rico, reza el amo
y te maltratan al peón
reza el rico, reza el amo
y te maltratan al peón.

No, no, no basta rezar
hacen falta muchas cosas
para conseguir la paz.
No, no, no basta rezar
hacen falta muchas cosas
para conseguir la paz.

No, no, no basta rezar
hacen falta muchas cosas
para conseguir la paz.
No, no, no basta rezar
hacen falta muchas cosas
para conseguir la paz.

En el mundo no habrá paz
mientras haya explotación
del hombre por el hombre
y exista desigualdad
del hombre por el hombre
y exista desigualdad.

No, no, no basta rezar
hacen falta muchas cosas
para conseguir la paz.
No, no, no basta rezar
hacen falta muchas cosas
para conseguir la paz

Cuando el pueblo se levante
y que todo haga cambiar
ustedes dirán conmigo
no bastaba con rezar
ustedes dirán conmigo
no bastaba con rezar.

No, no, no basta rezar
hacen falta muchas cosas
para conseguir la paz.

No, no, no basta rezar
No, no, no basta rezar.

Alí Primera.

That I would be Good

That I would be good even if I did nothing
that I would be good even if I got the thumbs down
that I would be good if I got and stayed sick
that I would be good even if I gained ten pounds.

That I would be fine even if I went bankrupt
that I would be good if I lost my hair and my youth
that I would be great if I was no longer queen
that I would be grand if I was not all knowing.

That I would be loved even when I numb myself
that I would be good even when I'm overwhelmed
that I would be loved even when I was fuming
that I would be good even if I was clingy.

That I would be good even if I lost sanity
that I would be good whether with or without you.

Alanis Morissette.

Pale Blue Eyes

Con toda la ira, la crudeza y la fuerza del grunge nos llega este cover de Pale Blue Eyes, original de la Velvet Underground, realizado en vivo por la banda encabezada por Courtney Love:

Some...
Sometimes I get so sad
Sometimes I feel almost heavenly but
Baby, I mostly feel mad
Yeah, lately I just feel bad
Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes.

It was good what we did yesterday
And I'd do it again
The fact that you're insane
Only proves that you're my best friend
Well, I will never fuck anyone else again
Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes.

Thought of you as my mountain top
I thought of you as my peak
Thought of you as everything
That I had and I couldn't keep
Yeah, that I had and I couldn't keep
Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes.

Yeah, you explode inside of me
Yeah, you explode my heart
I never had nothing anywhere
So the end is where I start
'Cause I'm real and that's all that matters
Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes.

Hole

Tied My Hands

Can you remember when,we used to cry
But never in distress
Or can you picture when
We used to pride ourselves on neatness
I can’t understand,what you meant to me
You made me wild, then you tied my hands.

Can you remember when
we used to laugh
At those mistakes we made
Or can you picture then
How we used to drive
And never reach the end.

'Cause I can’t understand,
What you meant to me
You made me wild,
Then you tied my hands,
You tied my hands.

But since you went away
Made me find
I have nothing to say.
Since you went away
Made me find
I have nothing to say.

'Cause I can’t understand,
What you meant to me
You made me wild,
Then you tied my hands.
'Cause I can’t understand,
What you meant to me
You made me wild,
Then you tied my hands.

You tied my hands
Tied my hands
You tied my hands
You tied my hands
You tied my hands.

Seether.

All the World is Green

I fell into the ocean
When you became my wife
I risked it all aganist the sea
To have a better life
Marie you're the wild blue sky
And men do foolish things
You turn kings into beggars
And beggars into kings.

Pretend that you owe me nothing
And all the world is green
We can bring back the old days again
And all the world is green.

The fase forgives the mirror
The worm forgives the plow
The questions begs the answer
Can you forgive me somehow
Maybe when our story's over
We'll go where it's always spring
The band is playing our song again
And all the world is green.

Pretend that you owe me nothing
And all the world is green
We can bring back the old days again
And all the world is green.

The moon is yellow silver
Oh the things that summer brings
It's a love you'd kill for
And all the world is green.

He is balancing a diamond
On a blade of grass
The dew will settle on our grave
When all the world is green.

Tom Waits

Don't Kiss Me Goodbye

If you close the door
Just turn off the lights now
The world looks better into the dark
Between the curtains somebody's watching
Oh sail me to the moon
Before it's too late.

So don't kiss me goodbye, baby
Don't kiss me goodbye, baby, baby, baby.

I turn around since too much time
Those railroad tracks
Will swallow my mind
I try so hard to stop wasting my life
If only I could just make you mine.

Don't kiss me goodbye, baby
Don't kiss me goodbye, baby, baby, baby.

Don't kiss me goodbye, baby, baby,
Don't kiss me goodbye, baby, baby.

Ultra Orange & Emmanuelle

Pale Blue Eyes

Sometimes I feel so happy,
Sometimes I feel so sad.
Sometimes I feel so happy,
But mostly you just make me mad.
Baby, you just make me mad.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Thought of you as my mountain top,
Thought of you as my peak.
Thought of you as everything,
I've had but couldn't keep.
I've had but couldn't keep.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

If I could make the world as pure
And strange as what I see,
I'd put you in the mirror,
I put in front of me.
I put in front of me.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Skip a life completely.
Stuff it in a cup.
She said, Money is like us in time,
It lies, but can't stand up.
Down for you is up.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

It was good what we did yesterday.
And I'd do it once again.
The fact that you are married,
Only proves, you're my best friend.
But it's truly, truly a sin.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

The Velvet Underground.

Techos de cartón

Que triste, se oye la lluvia
en los techos de cartón
que triste vive mi gente
en las casas de cartón.
Viene bajando el obrero
casi arrastrando los pasos
por el peso del sufrir.
Mira que mucho sufrir
mira que pesa el sufrir.
Arriba, deja la mujer preñada
abajo está la ciudad
y se pierde en su maraña
hoy es lo mismo que ayer
es su vida sin mañana.

"Ahí cae la lluvia,
viene, viene el sufrimiento
pero si la lluvia pasa,
¿Cuando pasa el sufrimiento?
¿Cuando viene la esperanza?"

Niños color de mi tierra
con sus mismas cicatrices
millonarios de lombrices
Y, por eso:
Que tristes viven los niños
en las casas de cartón
que alegres viven los perros
casa del explotador.

Usted no lo va a creer
pero hay escuelas de perros
y les dan educación;
pá que no muerdan los diarios
pero el patrón,
hace años, muchos años
que está mordiendo al obrero
oh, oh, uhum, uhum.

Que triste se oye la lluvia
en las casas de cartón
que lejos pasa la esperanza
de los techos de cartón.

Alí Primera