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Quien me iba a decir a mi, que buscando información sobre el nuevo programa de música de la2 "No disparen al pianista" iba a encontrarme con este grupo tan chulo, y esta genial canción, con la colaboración de Deluxe en este caso.

The times they are a-changing

According with these days, I put here this lyrics. Bob Dylan considers himself a poet first, and a musician second. We can check this fact in these deep lyrics. And If you like Bob Dylan, you better visit his lyrics in http://bobdylan.com/songs/

The times they are a-changing

Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin'.
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'.
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.

Flowers in the window

Travis ayer en la Mercè 2007!

Varias cosas que me llamaron la atención del concierto. Sobretodo, las ganas que le ponian todos los del grupo, me lo esperaba algo más calmado. Un buen ejemplo fueron las veces en que el cantante se subió guitarra en mano a la bateria, para después pegar un salto y volver al micro.

Cuando el guitarrista empezó a acelerarse y de golpe apareció encima del público, eso si, sin parar de tocar la guitarra!

El momento en que nos hicieron gritar Klaus mientras escuchabamos un solo de piano en good Feeling (by Klaus :P)

Casi al final, cuando nos pusimos a saltar con la canción Why Does It Always Rain On Me, genial.

Y finalmente, el momento genial, una de las pocas canciones que conocía, y también mi preferida, en el mejor momento de la noche. El grupo se fue del escenario y después de los gritos del público volvieron para tocar las últimas. Y así, salió el cantante, con una guitarra acústica, llamó a la banda y se pusieron a cantar. Y a media canción, el cantante se pone a dar palmas, pero la guitarra... seguia sonando!!! Entonces fue cuando nos fijamos que el guitarrista estaba marcando las notas y el bajista dandole a las cuerdas!! Genial, tantas sensaciones pasaron por mi cabeza... fue super emocionante, me encantó.





When I first held you I was cold
A melting snowman I was told
But there was no-one there to hold before
I swore that I would be alone for ever more
Wow look at you now
Flowers in the window
It's such a lovely day
And I'm glad you feel the same
Cause to stand up, out in the crowd
You are one in a million
And I love you so
Lets watch the flowers grow

There is no reason to feel bad
But there are many seasons to feel glad, sad, mad
It's just a bunch of feelings that we have to hold
But I am here to help you with the load

Wow look at you now
Flowers in the window
It's such a lovely day
And I'm glad you feel the same
Cause to stand up, out in the crowd
You are one in a million
And I love you so
Lets watch the flowers grow

So now we're here and now is fine
So far away from there and there is time, time, time
To plant new seeds and watch them grow
So there'll be flowers in the window when we go

Wow look at us now
Flowers in the window
It's such a lovely day
And I'm glad you feel the same
Cause to stand up, out in the crowd
You are one in a million,
And I love you so
Lets watch the flowers grow
Wow look at you now
Flowers in the window
Its such a lovely day
And I'm glad you feel the same
Cause to stand up, out in the crowd
You are one in a million
And I love you so
Let's watch the flowers grow
Let's watch the flowers grow

I'm from Barcelona

We're from Barcelona lyrics

I'm gonna sing this song with all of my friends

and we're all from Barcelona

Love is a feeling that we don't understand

but we're gonna give it to ya

We'll aim for the stars

We'll aim for your heart

when the night comes

And we'll bring you love

You'll be one of us

when the night comes

Un grupo de música que he descubierto hoy gracias a Javi, la canción me sonaba pero al volverla a oir hoy de verdad, me ha dado muy buen rollo. Sigo la cadena y os la recomiendo yo también, a ver si con un poco de suerte os transmite lo mismo.

most of the time...

Most of the time *
Most of the time
I'm clear focused all around,
Most of the time
I can keep both feet on the ground,
I can follow the path, I can read the signs,
Stay right with it, when the road unwinds,
I can handle whatever I stumble upon,
I don't even notice she's gone,
Most of the time.

Most of the time
It's well understood,
Most of the time
I wouldn't change it if I could,
I can't make it all match up, I can hold my own,
I can deal with the situation right down to the bone,
I can survive, I can endure
And I don't even think about her
Most of the time.

Most of the time
My head is on straight,
Most of the time
I'm strong enough not to hate.
I don't build up illusion 'till it makes me sick,
I ain't afraid of confusion no matter how thick
I can smile in the face of mankind.
Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine
Most of the time.

Most of the time
She ain't even in my mind,
I wouldn't know her if I saw her
She's that far behind.
Most of the time
I can't even be sure
If she was ever with me
Or if I was with her.

Most of the time
I'm halfway content,
Most of the time
I know exactly where I went,
I don't cheat on myself, I don't run and hide,
Hide from the feelings, that are buried inside,
I don't compromised and I don't pretend,
I don't even care if I ever see her again
Most of the time.

*Also recomended versioned for Mary Lee's Corvette.