Los mp3 que me sale de los cojones postear, básicamente

[Ramon Llull]

Mike Oldfield - Blue Saloon

 

[Uncle Meat]

Mott The Hoople: Ready For Love

 

[Ramon Llull]

Philip Glass - Koyaanisqatsi

 

[Uncle Meat]

Sweet: Ballroom Blitz

 

[Uncle Meat]

Badfinger: I Can't Take It

 

[Ramon Llull]

The Stranglers - Golden Brown

 

[Feverish]

The Stranglers - Golden Brown

Temazo incluido en una gran banda sonora, la de SNAtCH

 

[Ramon Llull]

The Smiths - Cemetery Gates

A dreaded sunny day
I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and yeats are on your side
While wilde is on mine

So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people all those lives
Where are they now ?
With loves, with hates
With passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived
And then they died
It seems so unfair
Oh, I want to cry

You say : ’ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn
And you claim these words as your own
But I’ve read well, and I’ve heard them said
A hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)
If you must write prose and poems
The word you use should be your own
Don’t plagiarise or take on loan
There’s always someone, somewhere
With a big nose, who knows
And trips you up and laughs
When you fall
Who’ll trip you up and laugh
When you fall

You say : long done do does did
Words which could only be your own
And then produce the text
From whence was ripped
(some dizzy whore, 1804)

A dreaded sunny day
So let’s go where we’re happy
And I meet you at the cemetry gates
Oh, keats and yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day
So let’s go where we’re wanted
And I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and yeats are on your side
But you lose
’cause weird lover wilde is on mine

Sure !

 

[Ramon Llull]

John Cale & Brian Eno - Spinning Away

Up on a hill, as the day dissolves
With my pencil turning moments into line
High above in the violet sky
A silent silver plane - it draws a golden chain

One by one, all the stars appear
As the great winds of the planet spiral in
Spinning away, like the night sky at arles
In the million insect storm, the constellations form

On a hill, under a raven sky
I have no idea exactly what I've drawn
Some kind of change, some kind of spinning away
With every single line moving further out in time

And now as the pale moon rides (in the stars)
Her form in my pale blue lines (in the stars)
And there, as the world rolls round (in the stars)
I draw, but the lines move round (in the stars)
There, as the great wheels blaze (in the stars)
I draw, but my drawing fades (in the stars)
And now, as the old sun dies (in the stars)
I draw, and the four winds sigh (in the stars)

 

[Uncle Meat]

Jobriath: Take Me I'm Yours

Uno de los mayores impersonators de Bowie. Su fallo fue aparecer justo cuando Ziggy estaba en la cima -porque, musicalmente hablando, no era nada malo-. Jobriath se fue al carajo bien pronto y la palmó de sida allá por el 82 -sí, de los primeros que cayeron-. No está nada mal recordarlo con esta maravilla de canción, híbrido entre el Bowie de Ziggy Stardust y el de Young Americans.

 

[Franz Ferdinand]

The Stranglers - Golden Brown

muchas gracias Sr. Llull

 

[Uncle Meat]

Sparks: This Town Ain't Big Enough For Both Of Us

Nota Bene: canta un tío -Russell Mael-.

 

[Ar-C-Angel]

De la banda sonora Original de Metrópolis, una pelicula de Osamu Tezuka, tenemos este tema que cierra el final de la historia futurista. Sin duda es un gran tema, aunque el autor es desconocido.

https://s53.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=22JARZHJPTXBH12PNB7I66VAZU

 

[Hammett]

Always love -Nada Surf

https://s53.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1I69UC6IRP1UI3VXC4VYFB5P3A

 

[Hemosensual]

Always love -Nada Surf

https://s53.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1I69UC6IRP1UI3VXC4VYFB5P3A

Nada Surf.- Popular


Nada Surf.- Hyperspace


Nada Surf.- The way you wear your head


Nada Surf.- No Quick Fix


Nada Surf.- Happy Kid


Nada Surf.- End Credits


Nada Surf.- Inside of Love :cry:

 

[Ramon Llull]

David Bowie - Up the Hill Backwards

 

[Uncle Meat]

A Clockwork Orange - Main Title

El pájaro de mal agüero que sirve de introducción a una de las mejores y más densas películas de la Historia -en mi ranking, la segunda mejor de todos los tiempos-. Para quien no lo sepa ya -muy mal, muy mal-, se trata de una versión electrónica e hipnotizante de la célebre Marcha del Funeral of Queen Mary de Henry Purcell, a cargo de Wendy Carlos.

De nada, de nada; uno, que es así.

 

[Turna]

Eagles - Hotel California

Hotel California
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year, you can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain,
'Please bring me my wine'
He said,'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
'Relax,'said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
but you can never leave

 

[Feverish]

Eagles - Hotel California

Hotel California
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year, you can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain,
'Please bring me my wine'
He said,'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
'Relax,'said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
but you can never leave

Esta es la del chinito pescando?

 

[Juvenal]

Bachman-Turner Overdrive - You ain't seen nothing yet

 

[Ramon Llull]

Philip Glass - Metamorphosis Two

 

[Uncle Meat]

The Gun Club: Sex Beat

 

[Turna]

Eagles - Hotel California

Hotel California
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year, you can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain,
'Please bring me my wine'
He said,'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
'Relax,'said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
but you can never leave

Esta es la del chinito pescando?

¿Que chinito pescando?

 

[Hemosensual]

The cure - boys don't cry

 

[Hemosensual]

R.E.M. it's the end of the world as we know it (and i feel fine)