Cerramos (casi) el ciclo crooners con un especial con canciones de los 3 (Cave, Cohen, Waits). Pero además nos meteremos con su trabajo fuera del mundo de la música, ya que todos han trabajado más allá de las fronteras del rock.
La semana que viene el final final... porque quedó demasiado afuera.
Miles Davis - High Speed Chase (cortina del programa)
Illia Kuryaki - Jalea (entero)
Color Humano - El Hachazo (entero)
Tom Waits - Big in Japan (cortina)
Tom Waits - Get Behind The Mule (entero)
Tom Waits - Lowside of the Road (cortina)
Tom Waits - House Where Nobody Lives (entero)
Tom Waits - Hold On (cortina)
Tom Waits - Cold Water (entero)
Tom Waits - What's He Building? (cortina)
Tom Waits - Pony (cortina)
Tom Waits - Eyeball Kid (entero)
Tom Waits -Black Market Baby (cortina)
Tom Waits - Picture in a Frame (entero)
Tom Waits - Chocolate Jesus (cortina)
Tom Waits - Filipino Box Spring Hog (entero)
Tom Waits - Georgia Lee (cortina)
Tom Waits - Come On Up To The House (entero)
Miles Davis - High Speed Chase (cortina del programa)
The Beatles - With a little help from my friends (entero)
Judas Priest - The green Manalishi (with the two-pronged crown) (entero)
Acá le dejamos algún videito y las letras para el que quiera seguirlas durante el programa!
Big in Japan - Official Video
Hold on - Official Video
Big In Japan I got the style but not the grace I got the clothes but not the face I got the bread but not the butter I got the window but not the shutter
But I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan Hey, but I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan
I got the house but not the deed I got the horn but not the reed I got the cards but not the luck I got the wheel but not the truck
But hey, I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan But hey, I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan
I got the moon, I got the cheese I got the whole damn nation on their knees I got the rooster, I got the crow I got the ebb, I got the flow
I got the powder but not the gun I got the dog but not the bun I got the clouds but not the sky I got the stripes but not the tie
But hey, I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan
Hey-ho, they love the way I do it Hey-ho, there's really nothing to it
I got the moon, I got the cheese I got the whole damn nation on their knees I got the rooster, I got the crow I got the ebb, I got the flow
I got the sizzle but not the steak I got the boat but not the lake I got the sheets but not the bed I got the jam but not the bread
But hey, I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan Hey! I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan
Lowside Of The Road I'm on a black elevator goin' down Little Joe from Kokomo , it rattles to the ground The dice is laughin' at the man that it throwed I'm rollin' over to the lowside of the road
The moon is red and you're dancin' real slow Twentynine miles left to go The chain monkeys help you with your load I'm rollin' over to the lowside of the road
Jezebel is naked with an axe The prosecution tells you to relax Your head feels like it's ready to explode And you're rollin' over, you're rollin' over
Well, the clapper has been ripped out of the bell The flapper has been kicked right out of hell When the horse whips the man that he rode You're rollin' over to the lowside of the road
The dog won't bite if you beat him with a bone And she's so shy when she's talkin' on the phone And then the ground rises up and starts to groan And rollin' over to the lowside of the road Unto the lowside of the road Unto the lowside of the road
Hold On They hung a sign up in our town "If you live it up, you won't live it down" So she left Monte Rio, son Just like a bullet leaves a gun With her charcoal eyes and Monroe hips She went and took that California trip Oh, the moon was gold, her hair like wind Said, 'Don't look back, just come on, Jim'
Oh, you got to hold on, hold on You gotta hold on Take my hand, I'm standing right here You gotta hold on
Well, he gave her a dimestore watch And a ring made from a spoon Everyone's looking for someone to blame
When you share my bed, you share my name Well, go ahead and call the cops You don't meet nice girls in coffee shops She said, 'Baby, I still love you' Sometimes there's nothin' left to do
Oh, but you got to hold on, hold on Babe, you gotta hold on And take my hand, I'm standing right here You gotta hold on
Well, God bless your crooked little heart St. Louis got the best of me I miss your broken China voice How I wish you were still here with me Oh, you build it up, you wreck it down Then you burn your mansion to the ground Oh, there's nothing left to keep you here But when you're falling behind in this big blue world
Oh, you've got to hold on, hold on Babe, you gotta hold on Take my hand, I'm standing right here You gotta hold on
Down by the Riverside motel It's 10 below and falling By a 99 cent store She closed her eyes and started swaying But it's so hard to dance that way When it's cold and there's no music Oh, your old hometown's so far away But inside your head there's a record that's playing
A song called 'Hold On', hold on Babe, you gotta hold on Take my hand, I'm standing right there You gotta hold on
You gotta hold on, hold on Babe, you gotta hold on Take my hand, I'm standing right there You gotta hold on
You gotta hold on, hold on Babe, you gotta hold on And take my hand, I'm standing right here You gotta hold on
You gotta hold on, hold on Babe, you gotta hold on And take my hand, I'm standing right here You gotta hold on
You gotta hold on You gotta hold on You gotta hold on You gotta hold on You gotta hold on, baby You gotta hold on, girl You gotta hold on You gotta hold on
Get Behind The Mule Molly Be Damned smote Jimmy the Harp With a horrid little pistol and a lariat She's goin' to the bottom and she's goin' down the drain Said she wasn't big enough to carry it
She got to get behind the mule, yeah in the morning and plow Got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow Get behind the mule in the morning and plow
Choppity chop goes the axe in the woods You gotta meet me by the fall down tree Shovel of dirt upon a coffin lid And I know they'll come lookin' for me, boys I know they'll come lookin' for me
Got to get behind the mule, yeah in the morning and plow Get behind the mule in the morning and plow Get behind the mule in the morning and plow Get behind the mule in the morning and plow
Big Jack Earl was eight foot one And he stood in the road and he cried He couldn't make her love him, couldn't make her stay But tell the good Lord that he tried
Got to get behind the mule, yeah in the morning and plow Get behind the mule in the morning and plow, yeah You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
Dusty trail from Atchison to Placerville On the wreck of the Weaverville stage Beaula fired on Beatty for a lemonade I was stirring my brandy with a nail, boys Stirring my brandy with a nail
Got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow Get behind the mule in the morning and plow You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow, yeah Get behind the mule in the morning and plow
Well, the rampaging sons of the widow James Jack the Cutter and the Pockmarked Kid Had to stand naked at the bottom of the cross And tell the good Lord what they did Tell the good Lord what they did
You got to get behind the mule, yeah in the morning and plow Get behind the mule, yeah, in the morning and plow You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow Get behind the mule in the morning and plow
Punctuated birds on the power line In a Studebaker with Birdie Joe Hoaks I'm diggin' all the way to China with a silver spoon While the hangman fumbles with the noose, boys The hangman fumbles with the noose
You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow Get behind the mule in the morning and plow You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow Get behind the mule in the morning and plow
Pin your ear to the wisdom post Pin your eye to the line Never let the weeds get higher than the garden Always keep a sapphire in your mind Always keep a diamond in your mind
You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow Got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow Got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow Got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
House Where Nobody Lives There's a house on my block that's abandoned and cold The folks moved out of it a long time ago And they took all their things and they never came back It looks like it's haunted with the windows all cracked Everyone calls it the house The house where nobody lives
Once it held laughter, once it held dreams Did they throw it away, did they know what it means? Did someone's heart break Or did someone do somebody wrong?
Well, the paint is all cracked, it was peeled off of the wood The papers were stacked on the porch where I stood And the weeds had grown up just as high as the door There were birds in the chimney and an old chest of drawers Looks like no one will ever come back To the house where nobody lives
Oh, and once it held laughter, once it held dreams Did they throw it away, did they know what it means? Did someone's heart break Or did someone do somebody wrong?
So if you find someone, someone to have, someone to hold Don't trade it for silver, oh don't trade it for gold Cause I have all of life's treasures and they're fine and they're good They remind me that houses are just made of wood What makes a house grand, oh it ain't the roof or the doors If there's love in a house, it's a palace for sure But without love it ain't nothin' but a house A house where nobody lives But without love it ain't nothin' but a house A house where nobody lives Cold Water Well I woke up this morning with the cold water With the cold water, with the cold water Woke up this morning with the cold water With the cold water, with the cold
Well the police at the station and they don't look friendly Well they don't look friendly, well they don't look friendly Police at the station and they don't look friendly Well they don't look friendly, well they don't
Blind or crippled, sharp or dull I'm reading the Bible by a 40 watt bulb What price freedom, dirt is my rug Well I sleep like a baby with the snakes and the bugs Well I ...
Stores are open but I ain't got no money I ain't got no money, well I ain't got no money Stores are open but I ain't got no money Well I ain't got no money, well I ain't
Found an old dog and he seems to like me Seems to like me, well, he seems to like me Found an old dog and he seems to like me Well he seems to like me, well he seems
Seen them fellows with the cardboard signs Scrapin' up a little money to buy a bottle of wine Pregnant women and the Vietnam vets I say beggin' on the freeway 'bout as hard as it gets
Well I slept in the graveyard, it was cool and still Cool and still, it was cool and still Slept in the graveyard, it was cool and still Cool and still and it was cool
Slept all night in a Cedar grove I was born to ramble, born to rove Some men are searchin' for the Holy Grail But there ain't nothin' sweeter than ridin' the rails
I look fortyseven but I'm twentyfour Well they shooed me away from here the time before Turned their backs and they locked their doors I'm watchin' TV in the window of a furniture store
And I woke up this morning with the cold water With the cold water, with the cold water I woke up this morning with the cold water With the cold water, with the cold
Well I woke up this morning with the cold water Cold water, with the cold water Woke up this morning with the cold water Cold water, with the cold Pony I've seen it all boys, I've been all over Been everywhere in the whole wide world I rode the high line with Old Blind Darby I danced real slow with Ida Jane I was full of wonder when I left Murfreesboro Now I am full of hollow on Maxwell Street
And I hope my pony I hope my pony I hope my pony knows the way back home
I walked from Natchez to Hushpukena I built a fire by the side of the road I worked for nothin' in a Belzoni saw mill And I caught a blind out on the B and O Talullah's friendly, Belzoni ain't so A 44 will get you 99
I hope my pony I hope my pony I hope my pony knows the way back home
I run my race with Burnt Face Jake gave him a Manzanita cross I lived on nothin' but dreams and train smoke somehow my watch and chain got lost I wish I was home, in Evelyn's kitchen with old Gyp curled around my feet
I hope my pony I hope my pony I hope my pony knows the way back home
I hope my pony I hope my pony I hope my pony knows the way back home
What's He Building? What's he building in there? What the hell is he building in there? He has subscriptions to those magazines He never waves when he goes by He's hiding something from the rest of us He's all to himself, I think I know why He took down the tire-swing from the pepper tree He has no children of his own, you see He has no dog, he has no friends And his lawn is dying And what about those packages he sends? What's he building in there? With that hook light on the stairs What's he building in there? I'll tell you one thing, he's not building a playhouse for the children What's he building in there? Now what's that sound from underneath the door? He's pounding nails into a hardwood floor And I swear to God I heard someone moaning low And I keep seeing the blue light of a TV show He has a router and a table saw And you won't believe what Mr. Sticha saw There's poison underneath the sink of course There's also enough formaldehyde to choke a horse What's he building in there? What the hell is he building in there? I heard he has an ex-wife in some place called Mayors Income, Tennessee And he used to have a consulting business in Indonesia But what's he building in there? He has no friends but he gets a lot of mail I bet he spent a little time in jail I heard he was up on the roof last night, signaling with a flashlight And what's that tune he's always whistling? What's he building in there? What's he building in there? We have a right to know
Black Market Baby She lives in a house That's way back off the road There's a man with a lantern And he carries her soul A coal stove and a bed A skillet and a hound She drove a camel through a needle In this sinking boardwalk town
She's my Black Market baby (She's my baby) She's my Black Market baby (She's my baby) She's a diamond who wants to stay coal Wants to stay coal
I swang out wide with her On hell's iron gate Anything that you wanted You could have My eyes say their prayers to her Sailors ring her bell The way a moth mistakes a light bulb for the moon and goes to hell
She's my Black Market baby (She's my baby) She's my Black Market baby (She's my baby) She's a diamond who wants to stay coal Wants to stay coal
There's no prayer like desire There's amnesia in her kiss She's a swan and a pistol And she will follow you like this In Moberly, Missouri At the Iroquois Hotel She checked in with the President And she ran up quite a Bill
She's my Black Market baby (She's my baby) She's my Black Market baby (She's my baby) She's a diamond who wants to stay coal Wants to stay coal
Well, she's whiskey in a teacup She gives blondes a lousy name She's a Bonzai Aphrodite And a ticket back to Spain She's a hard way to go And there ain't no way to stop Everytime you play the red the black is coming up
She's my Black Market baby (She's my baby) She's my Black Market baby (She's my baby) She's a diamond who wants to stay coal (She's my baby) She wants to stay coal (She's my baby) My baby wants to stay coal, coal, coal My baby wants to stay coal
Eyeball Kid Well, Zenora Bariella and Coriander Pyle They had sixteen children in the usual style They had a curio museum and they had no guile All they ever wanted was a showbiz child
The seventh of December nineteen fortynine They got what they'd been wishing for all of the time He grew up in a trailer, by the time he was nine He rolled off to join the circus, telling fortunes on the side Hail, hail, The Eyeball Kid
Well, the first time I saw him was a Saigon jail Cost me twentyseven dollars just to go his bail I said your name will be in lights, and there's no doubt But you got to have a manager, that's what it's all about Yeah, yeah, yeah
The people would point, the people would stare I'll always be here to protect you and to cut down on the glare I know you can't speak, I know you can't sign So cry right here on the dotted line Hail, hail, The Eyeball Kid
Well, he was born without a body, not even a brow I made the kid a promise, I made the kid a vow He's not conventionally handsome, he'll never be tall He said, 'All you got to do is book me into Carnegie Hall'
He's just a little bitty thing, he's just a little guy But women go crazy for the big blue eye How does he dream, how does he think When he can't even speak and he can't even blink
I said: Hail, hail The Eyeball Kid Hail, hail The Eyeball Kid Hail, hail Eyeball Kid
Give it up and throw me down a couple of quid Everybody wants to see the Eyeball Kid They say, how does he dream, how does he think When he can't even speak, and he can't even blink We're all lost in the wilderness, we're blind as can be He came down to teach us how to really see Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
So give it up and throw me down a couple of quid Everybody wants to see the Eyeball Kid Give it up and throw me down a couple of quid Everybody wants to see the Eyeball Kid Give it up, give it up
Give it up and throw me down a couple of quid Everybody will want to see the Eyeball Kid Eyeball Kid Eyeball Kid Oh, Eyeball Kid
Picture In A Frame The sun come up it was blue and gold The sun come up it was blue and gold The sun come up it was blue and gold ever since I put your picture in a frame
I come calling in my Sunday best I come calling in my Sunday best I come calling in my Sunday best ever since I put your picture in a frame
I'm gonna love you till the wheels come off Oh yeah...
I love you baby and I always will I love you baby and I always will I love you baby and I always will ever since I put your picture in a frame
I love you baby and I always will ever since I put your picture in a frame ever since I put your picture in a frame ever since I put your picture in a frame
Chocolate Jesus Well, I don't go to church on Sunday Don't get on my knees to pray Don't memorize the books of the bible I got my own special way
I know Jesus loves me maybe just a little bit more I fall down on my knees every Sunday at Zerelda Lee's candy store
Well, I've got to be a chocolate Jesus Make me feel good inside Got to be a chocolate Jesus Keep me satisfied
Well, I don't want no Abba Zabba Don't want no Almond Joy There ain't nothing better suitable for this boy
Well, it's the only thing that can pick me up It's better than a cup of gold See, only a chocolate Jesus can satisfy my soul
When the weather gets rough and it's whiskey in the shade it's best to wrap your savior up in cellophane He flows like the big muddy but that's okay pour him over ice cream for a nice parfait
Well, it's got to be a chocolate Jesus Good enough for me Got to be a chocolate Jesus It's good enough for me
And it's got to be a chocolate Jesus Make me feel so good inside Got to be a chocolate Jesus Keep me satisfied
Georgia Lee Cold was the night and hard was the ground They found her in a small grove of trees And lonesome was the place where Georgia was found She's too young to be out on the street
Why wasn't God watching? Why wasn't God listening? Why wasn't God there for Georgia Lee?
Ida said she couldn't keep Georgia from dropping out of school I was doing the best that I could Oh, but she just kept running away from this world These children are so hard to raise good
Why wasn't God watching? Why wasn't God listening? Why wasn't God there for Georgia Lee?
Close your eyes and count to ten I will go and hide but then Be sure to find me, I want you to find me And we'll play all over We'll play all over We'll play all over again
There's a toad in the witch grass, there's a crow in the corn Wild flowers on a cross by the road And somewhere a baby is crying for her mom As the hills turn from green back to gold
Why wasn't God watching? Why wasn't God listening? Why wasn't God there for Georgia Lee?
Why wasn't God watching? Why wasn't God listening? Why wasn't God there for Georgia Lee?
Filipino Box Spring Hog Well I hung on to Mary's stump I danced with a soldier's glee With a Rum Soaked Crook and a big fat laugh I spent my last dollar on thee I saw Bill Bones, gave him a yell Kehoe spiked the nog With a chain link fence and a scrap iron jaw Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Spider rolled in from Hollister Burn with a one-eyed stolen mare Donned himself with chicken fat Sawin' on a jaw bone violin there Kathleen was sittin' down in Little Red's Recovery Room in her criminal underwear bra I was naked to the waist with my fierce black hound And I'm cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Dig a big pit in a dirt alley road Fill it with madrone and bay Stinks like hell and the neighbors complain Don't give a hoot what they say Gotta slap that hog Roll em over twice Gotta baste him with a sweeping broom You gotta swat them flies and chain up the dogs Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog
Rattle snake piccata with grapes and figs Old brown Betty with a yellow wig Tain't the mince meat filagree And it ain't the turkey neck stew And it ain't them bruleed okra seeds though she made them especially for you Worse won a prize for her bottom black pie The beans got thrown to the dogs
Jaheseus Christ, I can always make room Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog Cookin' up a Filipino Box Spring Hog Take It with Me The phone's off the hook, no one knows where we are It's a long time since I drank champagne The ocean is blue, as blue as your eyes I'm gonna take it with me when I go
Old long since gone, now way back when We lived in Coney Island There ain't no good thing ever dies I'm gonna take it with me when I go
Far, far away a train whistle blows Wherever you're goin', wherever you've been Waving good bye at the end of the day You're up and you're over, and you're far away
Always for you, and forever yours It felt just like the old days We fell asleep on Beaula's porch I'm gonna take it with me when I go
All broken down by the side of the road I was never more alive or alone I've worn the faces off all the cards I'm gonna take it with me when I go
The children are playing at the end of the day Strangers are singing on our lawn It's got to be more than flesh and bone All that you've loved is all you own
In a land there's a town, and in that town there's a house And in that house there's a woman And in that woman there's a heart I love I'm gonna take it with me when I go
I'm gonna take it with me when I go Come On Up To The House Well, the moon is broken and the sky is cracked Come on up to the house The only things that you can see is all that you lack Come on up to the house
All your crying don't do no good Come on up to the house Come down off the cross, we can use the wood You gotta come on up to the house
Come on up to the house Come on up to the house The world is not my home I'm just a-passing through You got to come on up to the house
There's no light in the tunnel, no irons in the fire Come on up to the house And you're singing lead soprano in a junkman's choir You got to come on up to the house
Does life seem nasty, brutish and short Come on up to the house The seas are stormy and you can't find no port Got to come on up to the house, yeah
You gotta come on up to the house Come on up to the house The world is not my home I'm just a-passing through You got to come on up to the house, yeah
You gotta come on up to the house Come on up to the house The world is not my home I'm just a-passing through You got to come on up to the house
There's nothing in the world that you can do You gotta come on up to the house And you been whipped by the forces that are inside you Gotta come on up to the house
Well, you're high on top of your mountain of woe Gotta come on up to the house Well, you know you should surrender, but you can't let it go You gotta come on up to the house, yeah
Gotta come on up to the house Gotta come on up to the house The world is not my home I'm just a-passing through You gotta come on up to the house
Gotta come on up to the house You gotta come on up to the house Yeah yeah yeah
La segunda parte de nuestro ciclo intitulado "Crooners" nos trae el disco debut este escritor/músico canadiense, The Songs of Leonard Cohen:
(de Leonard Cohen)
Un disco atravesado por las relaciones personales. Historias de amor y sufrimiento. De alegría y de melancolía. Intimo. Guitarra en mano y con el justo toque de arreglos de cuerdas y coros, este álbum fantástico, nos permite descubrir letras hermosamente logradas.
Suzanne Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night beside her And you know that she's half crazy But that's why you want to be there And she feeds you tea and oranges That come all the way from China And just when you mean to tell her That you have no love to give her Then she gets you on her wavelength And she lets the river answer That you've always been her lover And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that she will trust you For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
And Jesus was a sailor When he walked upon the water And he spent a long time watching From his lonely wooden tower And when he knew for certain Only drowning men could see him He said "All men will be sailors then Until the sea shall free them" But he himself was broken Long before the sky would open Forsaken, almost human He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone And you want to travel with him And you want to travel blind And you think maybe you'll trust him For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.
Now Suzanne takes your hand And she leads you to the river She is wearing rags and feathers From Salvation Army counters And the sun pours down like honey On our lady of the harbour And she shows you where to look Among the garbage and the flowers There are heroes in the seaweed There are children in the morning They are leaning out for love And they will lean that way forever While Suzanne holds the mirror And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that you can trust her For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.
Master Song I believe that you heard your master sing when I was sick in bed. I suppose that he told you everything that I keep locked away in my head. Your master took you travelling, well at least that's what you said. And now do you come back to bring your prisoner wine and bread?
You met him at some temple, where they take your clothes at the door. He was just a numberless man in a chair who'd just come back from the war. And you wrap up his tired face in your hair and he hands you the apple core. Then he touches your lips now so suddenly bare of all the kisses we put on some time before.
And he gave you a German Shepherd to walk with a collar of leather and nails, and he never once made you explain or talk about all of the little details, such as who had a worm and who had a rock, and who had you through the mails. Now your love is a secret all over the block, and it never stops not even when your master fails.
And he took you up in his aeroplane, which he flew without any hands, and you cruised above the ribbons of rain that drove the crowd from the stands. Then he killed the lights in a lonely Lane and, an ape with angel glands, erased the final wisps of pain with the music of rubber bands.
And now I hear your master sing, you kneel for him to come. His body is a golden string that your body is hanging from. His body is a golden string, my body has grown numb. Oh now you hear your master sing, your shirt is all undone.
And will you kneel beside this bed that we polished so long ago, before your master chose instead to make my bed of snow? Your eyes are wild and your knuckles are red and you're speaking far too low. No I can't make out what your master said before he made you go.
Then I think you're playing far too rough for a lady who's been to the moon; I've lain by this window long enough to get used to an empty room. And your love is some dust in an old man's cuff who is tapping his foot to a tune, and your thighs are a ruin, you want too much, let's say you came back some time too soon.
I loved your master perfectly I taught him all that he knew. He was starving in some deep mystery like a man who is sure what is true. And I sent you to him with my guarantee I could teach him something new, and I taught him how you would long for me no matter what he said no matter what you'd do.
I believe that you heard your master sing while I was sick in bed, I'm sure that he told you everything I must keep locked away in my head. Your master took you travelling, well at least that's what you said, And now do you come back to bring your prisoner wine and bread?
Winter Lady Trav'ling lady, stay awhile until the night is over. I'm just a station on your way, I know I'm not your lover.
Well I lived with a child of snow when I was a soldier, and I fought every man for her until the nights grew colder.
She used to wear her hair like you except when she was sleeping, and then she'd weave it on a loom of smoke and gold and breathing.
And why are you so quiet now standing there in the doorway? You chose your journey long before you came upon this highway.
Trav'ling lady stay awhile until the night is over. I'm just a station on your way, I know I'm not your lover.
The Stranger Song It's true that all the men you knew were dealers who said they were through with dealing Every time you gave them shelter I know that kind of man It's hard to hold the hand of anyone who is reaching for the sky just to surrender, who is reaching for the sky just to surrender.
And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind you find he did not leave you very much not even laughter Like any dealer he was watching for the card that is so high and wild he'll never need to deal another He was just some Joseph looking for a manger He was just some Joseph looking for a manger
And then leaning on your window sill he'll say one day you caused his will to weaken with your love and warmth and shelter And then taking from his wallet an old schedule of trains, he'll say I told you when I came I was a stranger I told you when I came I was a stranger.
But now another stranger seems to want you to ignore his dreams as though they were the burden of some other O you've seen that man before his golden arm dispatching cards but now it's rusted from the elbows to the finger And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter Yes he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter.
Ah you hate to see another tired man lay down his hand like he was giving up the holy game of poker And while he talks his dreams to sleep you notice there's a highway that is curling up like smoke above his shoulder. It is curling just like smoke above his shoulder.
You tell him to come in sit down but something makes you turn around The door is open you can't close your shelter You try the handle of the road It opens do not be afraid It's you my love, you who are the stranger It's you my love, you who are the stranger.
Well, I've been waiting, I was sure we'd meet between the trains we're waiting for I think it's time to board another Please understand, I never had a secret chart to get me to the heart of this or any other matter When he talks like this you don't know what he's after When he speaks like this, you don't know what he's after.
Let's meet tomorrow if you choose upon the shore, beneath the bridge that they are building on some endless river Then he leaves the platform for the sleeping car that's warm You realize, he's only advertising one more shelter And it comes to you, he never was a stranger And you say ok the bridge or someplace later.
And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind ... And leaning on your window sill ... I told you when I came I was a stranger.
Sisters of Mercy Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone. They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can't go on. And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song. Oh I hope you run into them, you who've been travelling so long.
Yes you who must leave everything that you cannot control. It begins with your family, but soon it comes around to your soul. Well I've been where you're hanging, I think I can see how you're pinned: When you're not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you've sinned.
Well they lay down beside me, I made my confession to them. They touched both my eyes and I touched the dew on their hem. If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.
When I left they were sleeping, I hope you run into them soon. Don't turn on the lights, you can read their address by the moon. And you won't make me jealous if I hear that they sweetened your night: We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right, We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right.
So Long Marianne Come over to the window, my little darling, I'd like to try to read your palm. I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy before I let you take me home.
Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.
Well you know that I love to live with you, but you make me forget so very much. I forget to pray for the angels and then the angels forget to pray for us.
Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...
We met when we were almost young deep in the green lilac park. You held on to me like I was a crucifix, as we went kneeling through the dark.
Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...
Your letters they all say that you're beside me now. Then why do I feel alone? I'm standing on a ledge and your fine spider web is fastening my ankle to a stone.
Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...
For now I need your hidden love. I'm cold as a new razor blade. You left when I told you I was curious, I never said that I was brave.
Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...
Oh, you are really such a pretty one. I see you've gone and changed your name again. And just when I climbed this whole mountainside, to wash my eyelids in the rain!
Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ...
Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm, yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new, in city and in forest they smiled like me and you, but now it's come to distances and both of us must try, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time, walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me, it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea, but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm, yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new, in city and in forest they smiled like me and you, but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
Stories of the Street The stories of the street are mine,the Spanish voices laugh. The Cadillacs go creeping now through the night and the poison gas, and I lean from my window sill in this old hotel I chose, yes one hand on my suicide, one hand on the rose.
I know you've heard it's over now and war must surely come, the cities they are broke in half and the middle men are gone. But let me ask you one more time, O children of the dusk, All these hunters who are shrieking now oh do they speak for us?
And where do all these highways go, now that we are free? Why are the armies marching still that were coming home to me? O lady with your legs so fine O stranger at your wheel, You are locked into your suffering and your pleasures are the seal.
The age of lust is giving birth, and both the parents ask the nurse to tell them fairy tales on both sides of the glass. And now the infant with his cord is hauled in like a kite, and one eye filled with blueprints, one eye filled with night.
O come with me my little one, we will find that farm and grow us grass and apples there and keep all the animals warm. And if by chance I wake at night and I ask you who I am, O take me to the slaughterhouse, I will wait there with the lamb.
With one hand on the hexagram and one hand on the girl I balance on a wishing well that all men call the world. We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky, and lost among the subway crowds I try to catch your eye.
Teachers I met a woman long ago her hair the black that black can go, Are you a teacher of the heart? Soft she answered no.
I met a girl across the sea, her hair the gold that gold can be, Are you a teacher of the heart? Yes, but not for thee.
I met a man who lost his mind in some lost place I had to find, follow me the wise man said, but he walked behind.
I walked into a hospital where none was sick and none was well, when at night the nurses left I could not walk at all.
Morning came and then came noon, dinner time a scalpel blade lay beside my silver spoon.
Some girls wander by mistake into the mess that scalpels make. Are you the teachers of my heart? We teach old hearts to break.
One morning I woke up alone, the hospital and the nurses gone. Have I carved enough my Lord? Child, you are a bone.
I ate and ate and ate, no I did not miss a plate, well How much do these suppers cost? We'll take it out in hate.
I spent my hatred everyplace, on every work on every face, someone gave me wishes and I wished for an embrace.
Several girls embraced me, then I was embraced by men, Is my passion perfect? No, do it once again.
I was handsome I was strong, I knew the words of every song. Did my singing please you? No, the words you sang were wrong.
Who is it whom I address, who takes down what I confess? Are you the teachers of my heart? We teach old hearts to rest.
Oh teachers are my lessons done? I cannot do another one. They laughed and laughed and said, Well child, are your lessons done? are your lessons done? are your lessons done?
One Of Us Cannot Be Wrong I lit a thin green candle, to make you jealous of me. But the room just filled up with mosquitos, they heard that my body was free. Then I took the dust of a long sleepless night and I put it in your little shoe. And then I confess that I tortured the dress that you wore for the world to look through.
I showed my heart to the doctor: he said I just have to quit. Then he wrote himself a prescription, and your name was mentioned in it! Then he locked himself in a library shelf with the details of our honeymoon, and I hear from the nurse that he's gotten much worse and his practice is all in a ruin.
I heard of a saint who had loved you, so I studied all night in his school. He taught that the duty of lovers is to tarnish the golden rule. And just when I was sure that his teachings were pure he drowned himself in the pool. His body is gone but back here on the lawn his spirit continues to drool.
An Eskimo showed me a movie he'd recently taken of you: the poor man could hardly stop shivering, his lips and his fingers were blue. I suppose that he froze when the wind took your clothes and I guess he just never got warm. But you stand there so nice, in your blizzard of ice, oh please let me come into the storm.
Con este disco comenzamos un ciclo sobre tres cantautores que no aceptaron ninguna frontera (ni de género, ni de estilo, ni de rama del arte) Tres grandes escritores de letras y poesía. Tres músicos impresionantes. Estos tres artistas son: Nick Cave, Leonard Cohen y Tom Waits. Para comenzar, elegimos el septimo disco del australiano, Henry's Dream
(de Nick Cave)
Imágenes oscuras, hermosas baladas, personajes únicos, historias malditas. Una prosa afilada, y una banda que crea una atmósfera insuperable para que todas las creaciones de la mente de Cave puedan desplegar su potencial. Un visita al Freak Show de la mano de su dueño Nick Cave y acompañados por los maravillosos secuases de The Bad Seeds.
Como cierre de los especiales de amor, nos tocaba el Amor con mayúscula, sin psicos, sin celos, sin entrometidos... Amor del bueno!!
Una selección de canciones, poemas, textos, opiniones... de todo! Siempre referido al Amor, uno de los temas favoritos de los artistas de todos los tiempos. Para disfrutar.
El disco más vendedor del rock argentino. El disco que confirmó a Fito como uno de los grandes del rock de acá. Un disco que está empapado en amor, en futuro y en pasado: El Amor Después del Amor
(de Fito Paez)
Como cada vez que nos metemos con un disco muy conocido, la intención es encontrarle una vuelta de tuerca, bucear y encontrar algo que se nos puede haber pasado después de tantas escuchas. Para sentarse y disfrutar de una de las joyas de nuestro rock.
Último programa de Guille con nosotros y que mejor despedida que escuchar una selección de temas que nos gustan a nosotros. Música para disfrutar. Nada más ni nada menos!
Tercera parte de nuestros especiales sobre amor en el rock. Esta vez, uno de los mayores flagelos del amor: la infidelidad
(Pata de lana)
La trampa, la infidelidad, el "robo" de parejas no es un tema provativo del rock y del pop, pero durante estos años de historia se han escrito muchas canciones sobre el tema. Pero no todo ha quedado en palabras y música; muchos triángulos amorosos se han vuelto historias clásicas. Y muchos otros se han vuelto clásicos del rock.
Vengan y disfruten de chismes del rock y grandes, grandes canciones. Y recuerden: nadie muere mocho!
Cuando un músico tiene un gran exito, generalmente se le abren dos caminos: o seguir con la fórmula recién descubierta, o sea, jugar a lo seguro, o pegar un giro de 180 grados y aprovechar el éxito y jugarse por lo que realmente siente. Cuando Lou Reed aprovechó el suceso de Transformer, optó por la segunda opción y el resultado fue Berlin:
(de Lou Reed)
Uno de los discos más oscuros del rock... o al menos así se lo presenta siempre. Escuchandolo puede que las letras lo sean. Pero musicalmente es discutible... y que mejor forma de poder opinar que escuchándolo! Por eso, nos ponemos a prestarle atención a las letras, a los arreglos, a su historia. Y por ahí se cruzaran amigos de Reed de esa época... que tuvieron sus discos (o trilogías) oscuras por esos años.
Miles Davis - High Speed Chase (cortina del programa)
Leonard Cohen - The Future (entero)
Manu Chao - Mr Bobby (entero)
Scars On Broadway - (entero)
Gilespi - Neon (cortina)
Megadeth - Headcrusher (entero)
Lou Reed - Berlin (cortina)
Lou Reed - Lady Day (cortina)
Lou Reed - Men Of Good Fortune (entero)
Lou Reed - Caroline Says I (cortina)
Lou Reed - How Do You Think It Feels (entero)
Lou Reed - Oh Jim (cortina)
David Bowie - Sound And Vision (entero)
Lou Reed - The Kids (cortina)
Lou Reed - Caroline Says II (entero)
Lou Reed - The Bed (cortina)
Iggy Pop - Nightclubbing (entero)
Lou Reed - The Bed (cortina)
Lou Reed - Sad Song (entero)
Miles Davis - High Speed Chase (cortina del programa)
Elvis Presley - Heartbreak Hotel (entero)
Para aquel que quiera seguir las letras durante el programa o pegarles una mirada, acá las tienen:
Berlin In Berlin, by the wall You were five foot ten inches tall It was very nice Candlelight and Dubonnet on ice We were in a small cafe You could hear the guitars play It was very niceIt was paradise
Lady Day When she walked on down the street She was like a child staring at her feet But when she passed the bar And she heard the music play She had to go in and sing It had to be that way She had to go in and sing It had to be that way And I said no, no, no Oh, Lady Day And I said no, no, no Oh, Lady Day After the applause had died down And the people drifted away She climbed down the bar And went out the door To the hotel That she called home It had greenish walls A bathroom in the hall And I said no, no, no Oh, Lady Day And I said no, no, no Oh, Lady Day
Men Of Good Fortune Men of good fortune, often cause empires to fall While men of poor beginnings, often can't do anything at all The rich son waits for his father to die The poor just drink and cry And me I just don't care at all Men of good fortune, very often can't do a thing While men of poor beginnings, often can do anything At heart they try to act like a man Handle things the best way they can They have no rich daddy to fall back on Men of good fortune, often cause empires to fall While men of poor beginnings, often can't do anything at all It takes money to make money they say Look at the Fords, but didn't they start that way Anyway, it makes no difference to me Men of good fortune, often wish that they could die While men of poor beginnings want what they have And to get it they'll die All those great things that live has to give They wanna have money and live But me, I just don't care at all Men of good fortune Men of poor beginnings
Caroline Says 1 Caroline says that I'm just a toy She wants a man, not just a boy Oh, Caroline says, ooh Caroline says Caroline says she can't help but be mean Or cruel, or oh so it seems Oh, Caroline says, Caroline says She say she doesn't want a man who leans Still she is my Germanic Queen Yeah, she's my Queen The things she does, the things she says People shouldn't treat others that way But at first I thought I could take it all Just like poison in a vial, hey she was often very vile But of course, I thought I could take it all Caroline says that I'm not a man So she'll go get it catch as catch can Oh, Caroline says, yeah, Caroline says Caroline says moments in time Can't continue to be only mine Oh, Caroline says, yeah, Caroline says She treats me like I am a fool But to me she's still a German Queen Ooh, she's my QueenQueen ...
How Do You Think It Feels How do you think it feels When you're speeding and lonely Come here babyHow do you think it feels When all you can say is: If only If only I had a littleIf only I had some change If only, if only, onlyHow do you think it feels And when do you think it stops ? How do you think it feels When you've been up for five days Come down here Mama Hunting around always - ooh 'Cause you're afraid of sleeping How do you think it feels To feel like a wolf and foxy How do you think it feels To always make love by proxy ? How do you think it feels And when do you think it stops ? When do you think it stops ?
Oh Jim All your two-bit friends they're shootin' you up with pills They said that it was good for you, that it would cure your ills I don't care just where it's at I'm just like an alley cat And when you're filled up to here with hate Don't you know you gotta get it straight Filled up to here with hate Beat her black and blue and get it straight Do, do, do, do, do, do, When you're lookin' through the eyes of hate All your two-bit friends they're ask you for your autograph They put you on the stage, they thought it'd be good for a laugh But I don't care just where it's at 'Cause honey I'm just like an alley cat And when you're filled up to here with hate Don't you know you gotta get it straight Filled up to here with hate Beat her black and blue and get it straight Uh huh Oh Jim, how could you treat me this way Hey hey hey How could you treat me this way ? Oh Jim, how could you treat me this way Hey hey How could you treat me this way ? You know you broke my heart Ever since you went away Now you said that you love us But you only make love to one of us Oh Jim, how could you treat me this way You know you broke my heart Ever since you went away When you're looking through the eyes of hate Oh, oh, oh, oh When you're looking through the eyes of hate Oh, oh, oh, oh ...
Caroline Says 2 Caroline says - as she gets up off the floor Why is it that you beat me - it isn't any fun Caroline says - as she makes up her eyes You ought to learn more about yourself - think more than just I But she's not afraid to die All her friends call her 'Alaska' When she takes speed, they laugh and ask her What is in her mind, what is in her mind Caroline says - as she gets up from the floor You can hit me all you want to, but I don't love you anymore Caroline says - while biting her lip Life is meant to be more than this - and this is a bum trip But she's not afraid to die All her friends call her 'Alaska' When she takes speed, they laugh and ask her What is in her mind, what is in her mind She put her fist through the window pane It was such a funny feeling It's so cold in Alaska X3
The Kids They're taking her children away Because they said she was not a good mother They're taking her children away Because she was making it with sisters and brothers And everyone else, all of the others Like cheap officers who would stand there and flirt in front of me They're taking her children away Because they said she was not a good mother They're taking her children away Because of the things that they heard she had done The black Air Force sergeant was not the first one And all of the drugs she took, every one, every one And I am the Water Boy, the real game's not over here But my heart is overflowin' anyway I'm just a tired man, no words to say But since she lost her daughter It's her eyes that fill with water And I am much happier this way They're taking her children away Because they said she was not a good mother They're taking her children away Because number on was the girl friend from Paris The things that they did - ah - they didn't have to ask us And then the Welshman from India, who came here to stay They're taking her children away Because they said she was not a good mother They're taking her children away Because of the things she did in the streets In the alleys and bars, no she couldn't be beat That miserable rotten slut couldn't turn anyone away I am the Water Boy, the real game's not over here But my heart is overflowin' anyway I'm just a tired man, no words to say But since she lost her daughter It's her eyes that fill with water And I am much happier this way
The Bed This is the place where she lay her head When she went to bed at night And this is the place our children were conceived Candles lit the room brightly at night And this is the place where she cut her wrists That odd and fateful night And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling This is the place where we used to live I paid for it with love and blood And these are the boxes that she kept on the shelf Filled with her poetry and stuff And this is the room where she took the razor And cut her wrists that strange and fateful night And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling I never would have started if I'd known That it's end this way But funny thing, I'm not at all sad That it stopped this way This is the place where she lay her head When she went to bed at night And this is the place our children were conceived Candles lit the room brightly at night And this is the place where she cut her wrists That odd and fateful night And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling
Sad Song Staring at my picture book She looks like Mary, Queen of Scots She seemed very regal to me Just goes to show how wrong you can be I'm gonna stop wastin' my time Somebody else would have broken both of her arms Sad song, Sad song, Sad song, Sad song My castle, kids and home I thought she was Mary, Queen of Scots I tried so very hard Shows just how wrong you can be I'm gonna stop wasting time Somebody else would have broken both of her arms Sad song, Sad song, Sad song, Sad song
