30 años, y sigue sonando igual de bien.

Pequeño homenaje a Bob Marley. Hoy hace 30 años que murió. Stand up for your rights!

Bob Marley - Get Up Stand Up Live In Dortmund, Germany

Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: don't give up the fight!


Preacher man, don't tell me,
Heaven is under the earth.
I know you don't know
What life is really worth.
It's not all that glitters is gold;
'Alf the story has never been told:
So now you see the light, eh!
Stand up for your rights. come on!


Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: don't give up the fight!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: don't give up the fight!


Most people think,
Great god will come from the skies,
Take away everything
And make everybody feel high.
But if you know what life is worth,
You will look for yours on earth:
And now you see the light,
You stand up for your rights. jah!
Get up, stand up! (jah, jah! )
Stand up for your rights! (oh-hoo! )
Get up, stand up! (get up, stand up! )
Don't give up the fight! (life is your right! )
Get up, stand up! (so we can't give up the fight! )
Stand up for your rights! (lord, lord! )
Get up, stand up! (keep on struggling on! )
Don't give up the fight! (yeah! )


We sick an' tired of-a your ism-skism game -
Dyin' 'n' goin' to heaven in-a Jesus' name, lord.
We know when we understand:
Almighty god is a living man.
You can fool some people sometimes,
But you can't fool all the people all the time.
So now we see the light (what you gonna do?),
We gonna stand up for our rights! (yeah, yeah, yeah! )


So you better:
Get up, stand up! (in the morning! git it up! )
Stand up for your rights! (stand up for our rights! )
Get up, stand up!
Don't give up the fight! (don't give it up, don't give it up! )
Get up, stand up! (get up, stand up! )
Stand up for your rights! (get up, stand up! )
Get up, stand up! (... )
Don't give up the fight! (get up, stand up! )
Get up, stand up! (... )
Stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up!
Don't give up the fight! /fadeout/

The Birthday Party

Estoy enganchada a deezer desde hace unos días.

Ya me recomendó usarlo una amiga con gustos aún más eclécticos y difíciles de encontrar que yo, pero en su momento no pude probarlo. Vale la pena, he encontrado joyas como The Birthday Party, que solía buscar infructuosamente en Musicovery y similares*. Los que entren directamente al blog habréis notado unos players nuevos en el lateral ;-)

Ya que no tenemos Pandora, viva Deezer! Estoy empezando a jugar con el perfil, listas de favoritos, etc para poder escuchar cosas como ésta en el trabajo ;-)

The Birthday Party, A Dead Song

Si creéis que no entendéis la letra de la canción, quizá sea porque es...

this is true oh! this is true it's true
mister forever said nothing said
I can sing
hit it! make it a dead one
with words like with words like
blood and soldier and mother
o.k. o.k.
I want to I wanna sleep before the end
which is most impolite
hit it! make it a dead one
if nothing crops up
I'll give you a ring
you can sing the end
o.k. o.k.
then I could get
all the little animals out of my room
hit it! with a broom, with a broom!
o.k. o.k. o.k. o.k.
put them in a big white sack
no visitors came
hit it! with words like...
like hit it! like hit it! oh! yea...
yea hit it... like like
thou thou shalt not um like
thou shalt not This is the end This
This really is the living end
This really is the living end
like really This is the end and it's still living

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*No, no hace falta que me digáis todos los enlaces a The Birthday Party, ya digo que es uno de mis grupos latentes que suelo echar de menos en estas webs de streaming y acabo por no escuchar en meses.

Y al final de la rambla...

Dime donde vas, dime donde vas, al caer el sol, por la puerta de atrás; no hay nada que hacer y ya pasó el calor.Al final de la Rambla me encontré con la Negra Flor.

La estuve buscando pero no la encontré y su amiga me dijo:Está tomando café; en el bar el camarero me dijo: No sé,búscala en la playa y en la playa busqué.

Y la vi de lejos caminar por la arena los zapatos en la mano y en la cara una pena y una lágrima suya, como dijo Peret, en la arena cayó.

Y al final de la Rambla me encontré con la Negra Flor.

¿Quién te ha hecho mal? dime ¿quién te ha hecho mal? y riéndose a medias dijo mira chaval, hace falta un hombre para hacerme mal porque yo hago lo que quiero y me gano mi dinero y si quieres yo te quiero pero págame primero, ¿eh?

Y dije: chica, no puedes esperar? si tú quieres dinero yo te voy a dar porque hice un trabajito y me lo van a pagar pero antes de que cobre te lo quieres gastar y luego me vendrás con que hace falta más...

¡Hace falta más, hace falta más! por mucho que te den siempre hace falta más.

Si la bolsa "sona"si la bolsa "sona" te pones los zapatos y te vas por Barcelona con tu cola de gato y tus ojos de leona y miras a algún tipo y te pones a bailar

Y ponme música un poco más.¡Uh!

Ésa que ves bailando ahora quiere ser una señora con un piso puesto con un chalet, con piscina privada y un salón de té.

¿Un salón de té? ¡¿un salón de té?! ¿con esa mala leche un salón de té?¿Lo quiere usted esta noche o mejor por la mañana? A ver como te veo manejar la porcelana que le vas a dar un golpe que la vas a romper que si tu no rompes algo no sabes qué hacer.

¡Anda ya! me dijo¡Anda ya!, ¿pero tú qué te has creído si no vales pa’ná? que te voy a dar el golpea ti te vas a enterar. Di ¿por qué no te largasy me dejas en paz?

Y es que me gusta tu cara y me gusta tu pelo y las uñas tan largas y la falda de vuelo. Lo que no me gusta nada y es que siempre estás donde hay más problemas metida en el bar; cuando hay gritos en la calle te veo pasar y cuando llega la pasma a echar a volar. Pero no te has preguntado cuánto puede durar Ir tirando de prestado y sin poder pagar.

¿Tú dónde vas?¿tú dónde vas?.

Oye muchacho, ¿qué tal tu mamá?¿por qué no vas a verla que ya debe estar esperando por ti y te va a regañar? vuélvete a la tienda y ponte a currar y te buscas una novia que te quiera escuchar y te cuelgas de ella o te tiras al mar.

Vaya una idea de tirarse al mar.

Se me está haciendo tarde y empieza a refrescar y se está nublando el cielo y nos vamos a mojar adiós, cariño adiós, mi amor.

Y al final de la Rambla me encontré con la Negra Flor.

La noticia se suponía que iba a ser ésta:

EL MIÉRCOLES EMPIEZO A CURRAR EN UNA EMPRESA CON LA QUE HABÍA CONTACTADO YA HACE UN AÑO.

La noticia duro sólo una hora (y porque no oí el teléfono y me tuvieron que dejar un mensaje en el buzón de voz. La persona que se marchaba ahora no lo tiene claro, así que mi contrato queda pendiente de ver qué pasa con el puesto.

...Y al final de la rambla me encontré con la negra flor, que creció tan hermosa de su tallo enfermizo...

PEOR AUTOR


O.K.,O.K.! It's me!

Proselitism

Me, a few days ago, sitting at home with a Bodyfriend in his mid-twenties.

Me: I've been obssesively listening to this song lately. Just looping it, and after a few listenings, letting it go and then once I go back to it, loop again...

Him: Lol* Which song is it?

-Candy, by Iggy Pop

-Ô_ò

-...right. 1990-1991. Ok. You don't know it, right?

-nope.

-...and it isn't really your style... [me leaping up and heading to the cd player] but look, I'll play it for you

- lol lol lol haaaahahaha ok, sure. Let's see.

[Iggy' husky voice starts talking:

It's a rainy afternoonIn 1990
The big city
geez it's been 20 years
Candy - you were so fine]

-Yeah lol sounds like you...

-:P

[music starts, Iggy sings the beautiful opening:

Beautiful beautiful
Girl from the north
You burned my heart
With a flickering torch]

-So you're the beautiful girl from the north???!!

-caught me! Hhhhahahaa... Used to dream that, not now though

-LOL

-God! I used to love this song, in 1991, when...

-...you fell in love with Hugo's dad

-yeah. I know. Sorry.

-Well... I used to talk about my girlfr... my ex with you

-...On and on and on... [roll eyes]

-yeah lol

[Candy, Candy, Candy I can't let you go
All my life you're haunting me
I loved you so
Candy, Candy Candy I can't let you go
Life is crazy
Candy baby]

-And show me pictures, of her and her daughter...

-Yeah, yeah, i know...

-Hey, listen to this bit: the girl!!!

[she first tells us, weak with admitting...:
Yeah, well it hurt me real bad when you left
I'm glad you got out
But I miss you

Then her voice goes up to sing:
I've had a hole in my heart for so long
I've learned to fake it and just smile along

Down on the street
Those men are all the same
I need a love
Not games
Not games]

-[rolling eyes] Right... I know

... Iggy on the background, we're talking about our stuff. His problems with his permits, my useless jobsearch. Got talking about why I don't really want to go back into teaching English

-So I just can't put up with the stress of having sooo many 'bosses'. The students, their parents, the language school director, the adult school directress, everyone seemed to have a different point of view on how I was supposed to be teaching!!!

-But you liked it, and you're a good teacher

-yeah, but can't cope with the 9-month contracts and the no-work-no-pay policy at language schools!!! Once I got used to office work, i treasure being able to call sick some day, instead of staggering to class with no voice and teaching by signs...

-Lol!

-True, and then Xmas comes, or Easter, or Summer, and instead of extra cash I had NONE!!!!!!

-Right, you told me...

-And working for such bastards sometimes... remember I told you about the one who kept going on against me, 'coz my hair was "too long to be a teacher", and then he was in the news for child molesting???!!

-Really?!

-That's the only place I walked out from causing trouble: the second year there, in June I said they could count on me for September... then I got a better job, but pretended I'd go, let them think I'd be there on September 15th, and phoned 2 hours before starting to say I had a better offer

-LOL!

-[singing]I left that bastard burning And I never went back

-? ...WHAT????

-The Cure hahahaha

-?

-...

-AAhhhhh! Yeah, those guys you like...

-Yes. I don't listen to them that much, but my mobile tone is still theirs... they used to be my main soundtrack for so long, I have them in my mind quite often

-I've never heard the Cure -what are they like?
-Look [leaping up and heading to the cassettes] , I'll play the one I was joking about: Hot Hot Hot

-Cool

-Wait, let's see if I catch it...

[You know with tapes: try and catch a song, rewind, listen, rewind, listen, FF... All this with your friend laughing at you]
-Yeah, modern technology. Fast Forward, rewind...

-I don't even know how to use an Ipod and stuff like that, I'm old!!!!!!
-Yeah, poor old granny...

-YESSSSSS!!! THIS ONE [:D]

[Hot Hot Hot starts playing...]

-I thought it was more depressing...

-Well, yeah, most of their songs were more typical goth... then there were these funny ones [half an hour talking about The Cure, the Smiths, looking for a few of my goth photos left...]

________

*Hey, he spends so much time chatting and sms-ing, and he is sooo used to lol, that he actually laughs out loud LOL!!!!!! -or just about :P

******It had been such a long time since I'd made love listening to The Cure!!!!!!********

UPDATE: I got a chance to learn about his background too !

Obssessive? Moi???

• Just because I have a loop on Candy on my CD? hey, while I was having my coffee, at the terrace, I had it on a loop for 5 7 rounds, then let it glide onto the next song ;) ?
• Just because I spent 40 minutes listening to Iggy -mainly Candy, remember?- while watching this great big bug, I think it was a grasshopper though it looked like a locust to me, playing on a chair two tables away from me, and wondering how no-one else noticed. it was :H:U:G:E: ...and as stubborn as me, climbing up on the top of the plastic chair, and slipping down again time and time again?
• Just because I am so keen on coincidences and chance I make my life so much harder by not taking people's phone numbers but dropping by their Moe's Bars to see if they happen to be there?
• Just because I check and double-check my friends' blogs in case they have written anything while I was away? -Hi, Mary Anne ;) -AAAAaaahhhhhh, Jack Nickolson in As Good As It Gets...
• Just because I miss not being able to loop a couple of lines in a song, instead of a whole song?

Yeah, well it hurt me real bad
When you left
I'm glad you got out
But I miss you
I've had a hole in my heart for so long
I've learned to fake it and just smile along
Down on the street
Those men are all the same
I need a love
Not games
Not games

• Because I am stoooooooopid enough to be thinking of You Know Who, after all, and missing those crazy, obssessive, passionate, lunatic days? Even when I know I shall should shall never ever give him yet another chance, I miss how it used to be, how it used to feel. And I guess I'm projecting my hopes and fears onto someone else, who may not be at all in that division. Who knows.
  

So, now I have time

2 look up lyric links 4 U 2 use or me 2 check...

Been through some of my fave songs

Prince's If I Was Your Girlfriend -so sweet, so tender, his other side:

If I Was Your Girlfriend

Look at the bargains over here, ladies..."

If I was your girlfriend

Would U remember

2 tell me all the things U forgot when I was your man?

When I was your man

If I was your best friend

Would U let me take care of U

And do all the things that only a best friend can

Only best friends can

If I was your girlfriend

If I was your girlfriend

If I was your girlfriend

Would U let me dress U

I mean, help U pick out your clothes

Before we go out

Not that you're helpless

But sometime, sometime

Those are the things that bein' in love's about

If I was your one and only friend

Would U run 2 me if somebody hurt U

Even if that somebody was me? (Even if that somebody was me?)

Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be

Please

If I was your girlfriend

If I was your girlfriend

Would U let me wash your hair

Could I make U breakfast sometime

Or then, could we just hang out, I mean

Could we go 2 a movie and cry together

Cuz 2 me baby that would be so fine (That would be so fine)

(If I was your girlfriend)

Baby can I dress U

I mean, help U pick out your clothes

Before we go out

(If I was your girlfriend)

Listen girl, I ain't sayin you're helpless

But sometime, sometime

Those are the things that bein' in love's about (Sugar)

Sugar do U know what I'm saying 2 U this evening? (Sugar)

Maybe U think I'm being a little self-centered (If I was your girlfriend)

But I, I said I want 2 be (Sugar)

All of the things U are 2 me (Sugar) (If I was your girlfriend)

Surely, surely U can see

Is it really necessary 4 me 2 go out of the room

Just because U wanna undress? (If I was your girlfriend)

We don't have 2 make children 2 make love

And we don't have 2 make love 2 have an orgasm (If I was your girlfriend)

Your body's what I'm all about (If I was your girlfriend)

Can I see it?

I'll show U (If I was your girlfriend)

Why not?

U can do it because I'm your friend

I'll do it 4 U

Of course I'll undress in front of U! (If I was your girlfriend)

And when I'm naked, what shall I do?

How can I make U see that it's cool? (If I was your girlfriend)

Can't U just trust me?

If I was your girlfriend U could (If I was your girlfriend)

Oh, yeah, I think so

Listen, 4 U naked I would dance a ballet (If I was your girlfriend)

Would that get U off?

Then tell me what will!

If I was your girlfriend, would U tell me? (If I was your girlfriend)

Would U let me see U naked then?

Would U let me give U a bath?

Would U let me tickle U so hard U'd laugh and laugh (If I was your girlfriend)

And would U, would U let me kiss U there (If I was your girlfriend)

You know down there where it counts (If I was your girlfriend)

I'll do it so good I swear I'll drink every ounce

And then I'll hold U tight and hold U long (If I was your girlfriend)

And together we'll stare into silence

And we'll try 2 imagine what it looks like

Yeah, we'll try 2 imagine what, what silence looks like

Yeah, we'll try 2 imagine what silence looks like

Yeah, we'll try...

Reminds me of Nate. At the beguinning.
Almost seven years ago.
He used to fantasize about these things. Then it was him who reminded me of this song.
It also reminds me of how I feel about Joan. Now. Some times. Now?