miércoles, 30 de noviembre de 2011

Siempre abierto a sugerencias


Lo sugería una colega en Facebook y creo que me la quedo. The Wombats, Techno Fan.

Techno Fan
East London's not a bomb site
It is a treasure chest,
We use our penguin costumes
More than our evening dress
She said I should come over
Though the music's not my type
Don’t you know I'd chop a limb off
Just to have a good time

Shut up and move with me, move with me or, or get out of my face
I didn't queue for an hour to leave straight away
Shut up and stay with me, stay with me or, or let go of my hand
The lasers fill our minds with empty plans

I never knew I was a techno fan

This is not a weird weekend,its an angry worm hole
I’m talking like a city boy, and drinking with a northern soul
She said I should come over
Though it's carnage at times
It still seems I'll chop a limb off
Before I put up a fight

Shut up and move with me, move with me or, or get out of my face
I didn't queue for an hour to leave straight away
Shut up and stay with me, stay with me or, or let go of my hand
The lasers fill our minds with empty plans

I never knew I was a techno-
We are the 1980s, we are the Detroit lights,
And I never wanna, I never wanna see this stop
I'm in debt to you, but don't feed me plant food

Just shut up and move with me move with me or, or get out of my face
I didn't spend 20 sheets to not cut a shape
Shut up and stay with me, stay with me or, or let go of my hand
The lasers fill our minds with empty plans

I never knew I was a techno fan.

martes, 29 de noviembre de 2011

Alma de scooterista


No conocía este temazo, y creía conocerlos todos de los Housemartins... Pero mi amigo Javi me puso tras la pista de él en Facebook y no tiene desperdicio; en especial para los que somos fans del grupo y de vespas y lambrettas.

I Bit My Lip
The people round here
They just laugh and they sneer
And they never appear to cry
Sit in their chair
With their arms in the air
And they don't seem to care till they die

But I know that the grass is greener on the other side of the council estate
No car but I won't go far if I haven't the patience to wait

I bit my lip until it bled
'Yes please' was all I ever said
Now it seems that I'm closer to dreams
Than I thought I would ever be

I bit my lip

I tried to explain
About the fear and the pain
But they say I complain about nothing
My head in my hands
And my feet in the sand
Perhaps you'd understand that it's something

But I know that the sky is bluer on the other side of the playing fields
No map but I know that I can follow the way that I feel

I bit my lip until it bled
'Yes please' was all I ever said
Now it seems that I'm closer to dreams
Than I thought I would ever be

I bit my lip

But I know that the sky is bluer on the other side of the playing fields
No map but I know that I can follow the way that I feel

I bit my lip until it bled
'Yes please' was all I ever said
Now it seems that I'm closer to dreams
Than I thought I would ever be
I bit my lip

lunes, 28 de noviembre de 2011

Este Racing...


Meterse en una jungla poblada por los Ali Syed, Piterman, Montalvo y demás no debe ser plato de gusto, pero un buen número de aficionados aunaron sus pequeñas fuerzas para arrebatar una posible intromisión de don Dimitri.

Ahí estaban los sempiternos Bernardo Colsa, Javi Noriega, Ramón Lavín y otros racinguistas acérrimos soltando la panoja, desde la modestia y desde el amor a unos colores, los verdiblancos.

Juntaron unos 8.000 euros, céntimo a céntimo, pero al parecer Pernía y los suyos les adelantaron de tapadillo con una inversión de unos 40.000 euros y dejaban a los de la Asociación de Peñas descolocados. Qué mala pinta tiene todo en el Racing de nuestros amores. Ni el romanticismo parece tener cabida.

miércoles, 16 de noviembre de 2011

viernes, 11 de noviembre de 2011

Un país para comérselo: hoy, Cantabria

Creo que fue André Gide el que dice aquello de "todo ya se ha dicho alguna vez; pero como nadie escucha, hay que volver a repetirlo". Eso es lo que hago aquí, repetir un asunto que creo que merece la pena ver de nuevo.