tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034703227075659212024-02-08T20:35:24.604+01:00La Música en ParaguaySanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054979822905134754noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603470322707565921.post-90184207085493965922009-03-26T23:03:00.000+01:002009-03-26T23:03:31.385+01:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uGwH-x4VoH8&hl=es&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uGwH-x4VoH8&hl=es&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054979822905134754noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603470322707565921.post-62256348598861854462008-08-04T17:25:00.001+02:002008-08-04T17:26:32.687+02:00Les Artistes- Santogold<p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y9JI0GXkARQ&hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></p>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054979822905134754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603470322707565921.post-39962513820241100242008-07-09T23:27:00.002+02:002008-07-09T23:38:41.118+02:00Amparanoia<div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">La vida te da</span></strong></em><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vVzxzoe7QNc&hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.amparanoia.com/">http://www.amparanoia.com/</a></p><p align="center"> </p>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054979822905134754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603470322707565921.post-28276851451929082012008-07-09T23:20:00.000+02:002008-07-09T23:21:47.115+02:00KT Tunstall<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong><em>Suddenly I See</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0tlU-1u1JC8&hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"></embed></p>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054979822905134754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603470322707565921.post-44064556873846981642008-06-10T22:29:00.002+02:002008-06-10T22:30:19.747+02:00Daniela Mercury- Rapunzel<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jX2-qgZ0wqE&hl=en"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jX2-qgZ0wqE&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054979822905134754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603470322707565921.post-70935788018199369812008-06-01T15:32:00.001+02:002008-06-01T15:34:12.412+02:00El bicho - De esconderse<p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ndzw3o3sbpA&hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.elbicho.com/">http://www.elbicho.com/</a></p>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054979822905134754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603470322707565921.post-56631883177612487642008-01-27T22:02:00.000+01:002008-01-27T22:08:08.204+01:00Amy Winehouse-Rehab<p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RKVbgkfFygY&rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.amywinehouse.co.uk/">http://www.amywinehouse.co.uk/</a></p>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054979822905134754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603470322707565921.post-64655040268303388142007-12-27T18:23:00.000+01:002007-12-27T18:28:02.484+01:00Paolo Nutini - New Shoes<p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0kg_KCsi6aw&rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054979822905134754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603470322707565921.post-85231943312139772662007-11-24T18:53:00.000+01:002007-11-24T19:10:45.377+01:00Bersuit<p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h4J3SWg7cZk&rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.bersuit.com/">http://www.bersuit.com/</a></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>Se viene el estallido</strong></em></span></p><p align="center">Se viene el estallido,</p><p align="center">se viene el estallido,</p><p align="center">de mi guitarra,</p><p align="center">de tu gobierno, también. </p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">Se viene el estallido, </p><p align="center">se viene el estallido, </p><p align="center">de mi guitarra,</p><p align="center">de tu gobierno también...</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">Y si te viene alguna duda</p><p align="center">vení agarrala que está dura</p><p align="center">si esto no es una dictadura,</p><p align="center">que es? que es...? </p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">Se viene el estallido,</p><p align="center">se viene el estallido,</p><p align="center">de mi garganta, </p><p align="center">de tu infierno, también</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">Y ya no hay ninguna duda</p><p align="center">se está pudriendo esta basura</p><p align="center">fisura ya la dictadura del rey...!</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">Volió la mala fue corta la primavera</p><p align="center">cerdos miserables comiendo lo que nos queda</p><p align="center">Se llevaron la noche, nuestra única alegría</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">Gente poniendo huevos</p><p align="center">para salir de esta ruina. </p><p align="center">Se viene el estallido</p><p align="center"></p>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054979822905134754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603470322707565921.post-60302257278151742792007-10-01T09:01:00.000+02:002007-10-02T15:56:12.696+02:00+ Fito, esta vez acompañado de otro grande :)<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wzm2DEdtpAg"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wzm2DEdtpAg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054979822905134754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603470322707565921.post-9675649117901665542007-09-28T23:44:00.000+02:002007-09-28T23:49:02.483+02:00LA PULQUERIA<div align="center">Gitano</div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3cYAPpeEfQc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">Alwais</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-DxTlTR8DQs" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">Morirse de pena</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6_aZJdP6ENo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">http://www.lapulqueria.info/</p>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054979822905134754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603470322707565921.post-22544372529921163392007-09-28T23:09:00.000+02:002007-09-28T23:10:06.584+02:00Ella Fitzgerald with Pearl Bailey and Sarah Vaughan 80s<p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bSexf4lqxtI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054979822905134754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603470322707565921.post-35576305065725262102007-08-18T15:46:00.000+02:002007-08-18T15:52:37.490+02:00Amadou & Mariam<div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>Ahí lleváis una nueva aportación de la Isleña más intensa. </strong></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>Je pense a toi</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iju1_DhH2Qs" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">http://www.amadou-mariam.com/</p>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054979822905134754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603470322707565921.post-3628534488547452252007-07-10T22:34:00.000+02:002007-07-10T22:52:16.321+02:00<div align="center">Carlos Jean - Have a nice day</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_zdZsgUKBdk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.carlosjean.com/">http://www.carlosjean.com/</a></p>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054979822905134754noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603470322707565921.post-32652622811289975912007-06-20T19:16:00.001+02:002007-06-25T19:25:10.502+02:00MIKA<div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">GRACE KELLY</span><br /></span></strong></div><p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uzA0nG_PurQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mikasounds.com/uk.php">http://www.mikasounds.com/uk.php</a></p><p align="center"></p>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054979822905134754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603470322707565921.post-24023309950741309602007-06-15T22:19:00.000+02:002007-06-15T22:26:48.097+02:00Blues Brothers & Ray Charles<div align="left"><a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=835893504">Blues Brothers & Ray Charles - Shake A Tail Feather</a><br /><embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" width="430" height="346" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="m=835893504&type=video"></embed><br /><a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=835893504&title=Blues">Añadir a Mi perfil</a> <a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home">Más vídeos</a></div>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054979822905134754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603470322707565921.post-17154955617132122042007-05-22T17:09:00.000+02:002008-12-12T02:39:40.996+01:00FITO & LOS FITIPALDIS<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Por la Boca Vive el Pez</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RLyFjmB6ElQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p><p align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Algo lo que me invade,<br />todo viene de dentro<br />Nunca lo que me sacie,<br />siempre quiero, lobo hambriento. </span></p><span style="font-family:arial;"><p align="center">Todo me queda grande<br />para no estar contigo. </p><p align="center">Sabes, quisiera darte<br />siempre un poco más de lo que te pido. </p><p align="center">Sabes que soñaré,<br />si no estás que me despierto contigo.<br /><br />Sabes que quiero más,<br />no se vivir solo con 5 sentidos. </p><p align="center">Este mar cada vez guarda mas barcos hundidos.<br /><br />Tu eres aire, yo papel,<br />donde vayas yo me iré,<br />si me quedo a oscuras<br />luz de la locura ven y alumbrame. </p><p align="center">Alguien dijo alguna vez<br />por la boca vive el pez<br />y yo lo estoy diciendo,<br />te lo estoy diciendo otra vez.<br /><br />Dime porque preguntas<br />cuanto te he echao de menos,<br />si en cada canción que escribo corazón<br />eres tú el acento. </p><p align="center">No quiero estrella errante,<br />no quiero ver la aurora<br />quiero mirar tus ojos del color de la cocacola<br /><br />Sabes que soñaré,<br />si no estas que me despierto contigo. </p><p align="center">Sabes que quiero más,<br />no se vivir solo con 5 sentidos. </p><p align="center">Este mar cada vez guarda mas barcos hundidos.<br /><br />No estas conmigo siempre que te canto,<br />yo hago canciones para estar contigo,<br />porque escribo igual que sangro,<br />porque sangro todo lo que escribo. </p><p align="center"><br />Me he dado cuenta cada vez que canto<br />que si no canto no se lo que digo. </p><p align="center">La pena está bailando con el llanto<br />y cuando quiera bailará conmigo. </p><p align="center">La vida apenas solo dura un rato<br />y es lo que tengo para estar contigo<br />para decirte lo que nunca canto,<br />para cantarte lo que nunca digo.<br /></span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067405390618480018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYdxm6KCFAk/RlMKWsC2zZI/AAAAAAAAALA/1Wh8rbAaJ_Q/s320/fito+rojo.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.fitoyfitipaldis.com/"><em>http://www.fitoyfitipaldis.com/</em></a></p><br /><p></p>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054979822905134754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603470322707565921.post-81825272041590862402007-05-09T20:36:00.000+02:002007-05-09T20:38:05.304+02:00Macaco<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"><strong><em>Madre Tierra</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7S3H_Zymqcg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054979822905134754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603470322707565921.post-53206937186397824222007-05-03T21:48:00.000+02:002008-12-12T02:39:41.605+01:00SILVIO RODRÍGUEZ<div align="center"><a style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana" href="http://www.silviorodriguez.org/">Silvio Rodríguez</a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Días y Flores</span><br /><br /><u style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana">Pequeña serenata diurna</u><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Vivo en un país libre</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">cual solamente puede ser libre</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">en esta tierra, en este instante</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">y soy feliz porque soy gigante.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Amo a una mujer clara</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">que amo y me ama</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">sin pedir nada</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">o casi nada,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">que no es lo mismo</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">pero es igual.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Y si esto fuera poco,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">tengo mis cantos</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">que poco a poco</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">muelo y rehago</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">habitando el tiempo,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">como le cuadra</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">a un hombre despierto.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Soy feliz,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">soy un hombre feliz,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">y quiero que me perdonen</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">por este día</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">los muertos de mi felicidad.</span><br /><br /></div><br /><p align="center"><a onblur="try { parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1153/2878/1600/03.14.jpg"></a></p><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060424540078168866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYdxm6KCFAk/Rjo9TtQHWyI/AAAAAAAAAKw/LLqRxF8xSbg/s400/silvio+rodriguez.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><embed src=" http://www.youtube.com/v/fMg67lyKMaI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></div>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054979822905134754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603470322707565921.post-45325081761488945602007-05-02T23:03:00.000+02:002007-05-02T23:16:43.960+02:00U2<p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o9UNMePNOmk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><strong><em>Window in the skies </em></strong></p><p align="center">The shackles are undone</p><p align="center">The bullets quit the gun</p><p align="center">The heat that's in the sun </p><p align="center">Will keep us when there's none </p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">The rule has been disproved</p><p align="center">The stone it has been moved </p><p align="center">The grave is now a groove </p><p align="center">All debts are removed</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">Oh can't you see what love has done ?</p><p align="center">Oh can't you see what love has done ?</p><p align="center">Oh can't you see what love has done ?</p><p align="center">What it's done to me ?</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">Love makes strange enemies </p><p align="center">Makes love when love may please </p><p align="center">The soul in and striptease</p><p align="center">Hate brought to its knees </p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">The Sky over our head </p><p align="center">We can reach it from our bed </p><p align="center">If you let me in your heart </p><p align="center">And out of my head, head... </p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">Oh can't you see what love has done ?</p><p align="center">Oh can't you see what love has done ?</p><p align="center">Oh can't you see what love has done ?</p><p align="center">What it's doing to me ?</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">Oh oh oh</p><p align="center">Oh oh oh</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">Please don't ever let me out of you</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">I've got no shame </p><p align="center">oh no oh no</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">Oh can't you see what love has done ?</p><p align="center">Oh can't you see ?</p><p align="center">Oh can't you see what love has done ?</p><p align="center">What it's doing to me ?</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">I know I hurt you and I made you cry </p><p align="center">Did everything but murder you and I </p><p align="center">But love left a window in the skies </p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">And to love I rhapsodize </p><p align="center">To every broken heart </p><p align="center">For every heart that cries </p><p align="center">Love left a window in the skies </p><p align="center">And to love I rhapsodize </p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="center"></p>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054979822905134754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603470322707565921.post-67752694785366344272007-04-30T22:59:00.000+02:002007-04-30T23:05:45.148+02:00Gustavo CeratiOtra aportación. Ahí va, del album " Ahí vamos" :).<br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ae9OhLTRrWU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">Separarse de la especie</p><p align="center">por algo superior</p><p align="center">no es soberbia es amor.</p><p align="center">Poder decir adios</p><p align="center">es crecer.</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">http://www.cerati.com/</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">Adios.</p><p align="left"></p>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054979822905134754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603470322707565921.post-78083725399928292982007-04-27T19:58:00.000+02:002007-04-27T20:05:27.097+02:00Village People<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">YMCA</span></strong><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sJCsgXeGmU4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">Young Man<br />There's no need to feel down,<br />I said, Young Man<br />Get yourself off the ground,<br />I said, Young Man<br />'Cause you're in a new town<br />There's no need to be un-happy..<br /><br />Young Man<br />There's a place you can go,<br />I said, Young Man<br />When you're short on your dough,<br />You can stay there<br />And I'm sure you will find,<br />Many ways to have a good time..<br /><br />It's fun to stay at the YMCA,<br />It's fun to stay at the YMCA.<br />They have everything for young men to enjoy,<br />You can hang out with all the boys..<br /><br />It's fun to stay at the YMCA,<br />It's fun to stay at the YMCA.<br />You can get yourself clean,<br />You can have a good meal,<br />You can do whatever you feel..<br /><br />Young Man - Are you listening to me?<br />I said, Young Man,<br />What do you wanna' be?<br />I said, Young Man<br />You can make real your dreams,<br />But you've got to know this one thing:<br /><br />No man,<br />Does it all by himself,<br />I said, Young Man<br />Put your pride on the shelf,<br />And just go there -<br />To the YMCA,<br />I'm sure they can help you today..<br /><br />It's fun to stay at the YMCA,<br />It's fun to stay at the YMCA.<br />They have everything for young men to enjoy,<br />You can hang out with all the boys..<br /><br />It's fun to stay at the YMCA,<br />It's fun to stay at the YMCA<br />You can get yourself clean,<br />You can have a good meal,<br />You can do whatever you feel..<br /><br />Young Man,<br />I was once in your shoes,<br />I said, I was -<br />Down and out with the blues,<br />I felt no man cared that I were alive,<br />I felt the whole world was so tired.<br /><br />That's when,<br />Someone came up to me,<br />And said, Young Man<br />Take a walk up the street,<br />It's a place there -<br />Called the YMCA,<br />They can start you back on your way..<br /><br />It's fun to stay at the YMCA,<br />It's fun to stay at the YMCA.<br />They have everything for young men to enjoy,<br />You can hang out with all the boys..<br /><br />YMCA,<br />It's fun to stay at the<br />YMCA..<br /><br />Young Man, Young Man<br />There's no need to feel down,<br />Young Man, Young Man<br />Pick yourself off the ground..<br /><br />YMCA<br />And just go to the -<br />YMCA<br /><br />Young Man, Young Man<br />I was once in your shoes<br />Young Man, Young Man<br />I was down with the blues..</p>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054979822905134754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603470322707565921.post-2166918873038426702007-04-25T20:59:00.000+02:002007-04-25T21:02:59.167+02:00Los Fabulosos Cadillacs<div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><em>Ahí va otra aportación de nuestro Sintierra.<br /><br /></em></strong></span></span></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><em>Los Fabulosos Cadillacs<br /><br /></em></strong><u>Calaveras y diablitos</u></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Yo a vos no te creo nada</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Como vos vas a creer en mí...?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Universos de tierra y agua</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">me alejan de vos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Las tumbas son para los muertos</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Las flores para sentirse bien</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">La vida es para gozarla</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">La vida es para vivirla mejor.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Calaveras y diablitos...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Calaveras y diablitos...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Calaveras y diablitos...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Invaden mi corazón.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Calaveras y diablitos...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Calaveras y diablitos...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Calaveras y diablitos...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Invaden mi corazón.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">No quiero morir sin antes haber amado,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">pero tampoco quiero morir de amor</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">calaveras y diablitos</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">invaden mi corazón.</span><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8kD58RLzAaU " width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></div>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054979822905134754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603470322707565921.post-63579067046816506302007-04-25T12:48:00.000+02:002007-04-25T18:38:12.567+02:00¿Canción o cantante?<div style="text-align: justify;">Me lo puso por primera vez mi amigo Jorge, pero poco a poco he ido descubriendo una voz que mezcla registros como el flamenco y el soul de una manera prodigiosa, por lo que os invito a todos a que lo escuchéis en su disco "Con habichuelas", el cual puedo pasaros cuando queráis y me lo pidáis. Si recordáis, esta canción la cantó por primera vez Julio Iglesias, por lo que os aconsejo que comparéis las dos versiones, así podréis responder la pregunta inicial.<br /><br />Besos desde la república de las notas.<br /></div><br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mFwGgtiGAWk"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mFwGgtiGAWk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054979822905134754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603470322707565921.post-13876275264242411262007-04-12T13:07:00.000+02:002007-04-12T13:12:26.946+02:00Los 80´Bienvenidos a los 80´. Harto de música sin sentido, sin alma y de que lo más importante sea la producción, ahí tenéis una pincelada de la que, para mí, es la mejor década de las seis cuerdas. Si os gusta podéis ver la película escuela de rock, en la que a parte de ver al Sr. Black en su salsa (me encanta), encontraréis una escena bastante buena con este tema de fondo.<br /><br />Un beso a todos/as desde la República de las notas.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C1h99XYvLsc"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C1h99XYvLsc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02054979822905134754noreply@blogger.com0