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Valotte, by Julian Lennon

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Julian Lennon – Valotte

Sitting on the doorstep of the house I can’t afford, I can feel you there Thinking of a reason, well, it’s really not very hard to love you even though you nearly lost my heart How can I explain the meaning of our love? It fits so tight, closer than a glove

Sitting on a pebble by the river playing guitar Wond’ring if we’re really ever gonna get that far Do you know there’s something wrong? ‘Cause I’ve felt it all along

I can see your face in the mirrors of my mind Will you still be there? We’re really not so clever as we seem to think we are We’ve always got our troubles so we solve them in the bar As the days go by, we seem to drift apart If I could only find a way to keep hold of your heart

Sitting on a pebble by the river playing guitar Wond’ring if we’re really ever gonna get that far Do you know there’s something wrong? ‘Cause I’ve felt it all along

Sitting in the valley as I watch the sun go down I can see you there. Thinking of a reason, well, it’s really not very hard to love you even though you nearly lost my heart When will we know when the change is gonna come? I’ve got a good feeling and it’s coming from the sun

Sitting on a pebble by the river playing guitar Wond’ring if we’re really ever gonna get that far Do you know there’s something wrong We’ll stick together ’cause we’re strong

Jack Johnson – You and your Heart

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I’ll watch you when you say What you are And when you blame Everyone, you broken king

I’ll watch you change the frame I’ll watch you When you take your aim At the sum of everything

You and your heart Shouldn’t feel so far apart You can’t choose what you take Why you gotta break and Make it feel so hard

You lay there in the street Like broken glass Reflecting pieces of the sun You’re not the flame

You cut the people passing by Because you know what you don’t like It’s just so easy It’s just so easy

You and your heart Shouldn’t feel so far apart You can’t choose What you take Why you gotta break and Make it feel so hard You and your heart Shouldn’t feel so far apart You can’t choose What you take Why you gotta break and Make it feel so hard

You draw so many lines in the sand Lost the fingernails on your hands How you gonna scratch any backs Better hope the tide Will take our lines away Take all our lines and….

Hope the tide will take our lines a… Hope the tide will take our lines away Take all our lines away

Guanuqueando, por Divididos

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Siento quenas que en el viento huyen trayendo amores y silencios de las peñas que encierran el sol en su corazón. Entre airampos de luna samponias que en el viento huyen en viaje buscando el cielo un cóndor va como mi ser resucitará buscando la luz.

Siento quenas que en el viento huyen trayendo amores y silencios de las peñas que encierran el sol en su corazón. Entre airampos de luna samponias que en el viento huyen en viaje buscando el cielo un cóndor va como mi ser resucitará buscando la luz.

The Very Quick And Sloppy Guide To Argentine Rock

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From Wikipedia:

The Argentine rock movement was truly one of the first non-English forms of rock to be commercially successful outside its own nation.

Argentine rock, which was the first kind of rock in Spanish ever to emerge in either Spain or Latin America, has a “founding trilogy” in 1967 with three mythical bands:

  1. Los Gatos (“The Cats”), similar to the Beatles, they disbanded in the 60′s;
  2. Manal, more of a blues / hard rock thing, first aligned with the Stones and later aligned with the heavy metal movement until the 80′s;
  3. Almendra (“Almond”) which was the real start of argentine progressive rock, also disappeared in the 60′s.

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Ojo con los Orozco, por León Gieco

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Nosotros no somos como los Orozco, yo los conozco, son ocho los monos: Pocho, Toto, Cholo, Tom, Moncho, Rodolfo, Otto, Pololo. Yo pongo los votos sólo por Rodolfo, los otros son locos, yo los conozco, no los soporto. Stop. Stop.

Pocho Orozco: Odontólogo ortodoxo, doctor Como Borocotó Oncólogo jodón Morocho tordo Groncho jocoso Trosko Chocó con los montos Colocó Molotov. Bonzo. Continue reading →

Balada del diablo y la muerte, por La Renga

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Estaba el diablo mal parado en la esquina de mi barrio ahi donde dobla el viento y se cruzan los atajos. Al lado de él estaba la muerte, con una botella en la mano me miraban de reojo y se reían por lo bajo. Y yo que esperaba no sé a quién, al otro lado de la calle del otoño una noche de bufanda que me encontró desvelado, entre dientes oí a la muerte que decía así:

Cuántas veces se habrá escapado, como laucha por tirante y esta noche que no cuesta nada, ni siquiera fatigarme, podemos llevarnos un cordero, con solo cruzar la calle. Yo me escondí tras la niebla y miré al infinito, a ver si llegaba ese que nunca iba a venir. Continue reading →