Dance with me. Nouvelle Vague

Al más puro estilo de los 60 esta banda francesa lo borda en esta canción de "The Lords of the New Church" del año 1983. Todo un descubrimiento.
Su nombre significa "new wave" y en verdad que se trata de algo nuevo y muy bueno.
No dejeis de ver el video de los 80 vaya puesta en escena.
Letra:
Lets dance little stranger
Show me secret sins
Love can be like bondage
Seduce me once again

Burning like an angel
Who has heaven in reprieve
Burning like the voodoo man
With devils on his sleeve

Wont you dance with me
In my world of fantasy
Wont you dance with me
Ritual fertility

Like an aparition
You dont seem real at all
Like a premonition
Of curses on my soul

The way I want to love you
Well it could be against the law
Ive seen you in a thousand minds
Youve made the angels fall

Wont you dance with me
In my world of fantasy
Wont you dance with me
Ritual fertility

Oh come on little stranger
Theres only one last dance
Soon the musics over
Lets give it one more chance

Wont you dance with me
In my world of fantasy
Wont you dance with me
Ritual fertility

Take a chance with me
In my world of fantasy
Wont you dance with me
Ritual fertility



La original de los 80 también genial

Never seen the sea. Gavin Clark

El vocalista de Clayhill interpreta esta canción en la pèlícula "This is England". Me parece una verdadera maravilla.

Letra:
An iron sun sinks
Leaving this bay
Behind bridges of silence
Below saints

A creature of dry land
A gale around me
The son of a searcher
He's never seen the sea

Nurseling beauty
How far can you crawl
GOD KNOWS I LOVE YOU,
YOU ARE AN ORIGINAL!

I came without reason
So bitter, so free
You were born by the river
But you've never seen the sea

I stood at your tombstone
I felt alive
A vision between us
A sun in the sky

I weighed up your madness
In scales of degree
You lived your whole life
But you never saw the sea

She Don't Care About Time. The Byrds

Una de las canciones más bonitas de este grupo. ¿Alguién todavía no sabe porqué me gusta tanto?
Letra de Gene Clark y aparecía en la cara b del single Turn! Turn! Turn!
Letra:
Hallways and staircases everyday to climb
To go up to my white walled room out on the end of time
Where I can be with my love for she is all that is mine
And she'll always be there, my love don't care about time

I laugh with her, cry with her, hold her close she is mine
The way she tells me of her love and never is she trying
She don't have to be assured of many good things to find
And she'll always be there, my love don't care about time

Her eyes are dark and deep with love, her hair hangs long and fine
She walks with ease and all she sees is never wrong or right
And with her arms around me tight I see her all in my mind
And she'll always be there my love don't care about time

So You Want To Be A Rock N Roll Star. The Byrds

¿Y quién no ha querido ser alguna vez una estrella? Este grupo lo consiguió en los años sesenta.
Esta es una canción original del grupo, escrita por Jim McGuinn y Chris Hillman e incluída en su álbum de 1967 "younger than yesterday".
Letra:
So you you want to be a rock'n roll star
then listen now to what I say
Just get an electric guitar
and take some time and learn how to play
And when your hair's combed right and your pants fit tight
it's gonna be all right

Then it's time to go down town
where the agent men won't let you down
Sell your soul to the company
who are waiting there to sell plastic ware
And in a week or two if you make the charts
the girls'll tear you apart

The price you pay for your riches and fame
Was it all a strange game
You're a little insane
The money that came and the public acclaim
Don't forget what you are
You're a rock'n roll star

The Times They Are A Changin. The Byrds

Esperemos que las palabras de la canción sean preonitorias y por fin los tiempos vayan cambiando.
"The Byrds are here"

Letra:(Bob Dylan)

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'.

Will you still love me tomorrow. The zombies

Una de las canciones que más me gustan de los años 60. Se que no es una versión pero este grupo es de los que más me han marcado en mi juventud y por eso y sólo por eso se merecen ya estar aquí. Disfrutadlo.

Dreams. Fleetwood Mac

Soñemos, no cuesta nada y si además nos acompaña la voz de Stevie Nicks que mas se puede pedir.

Now here you go again
You say you want your freedom
Well who am I to keep you down
Its only right that you should
Play the way you feel it
But listen carefully to the sound
Of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat.. drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost...
And what you had...
And what you lost

Thunder only happens when its raining
Players only love you when theyre playing
Say... women... they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean... youll know

Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions
I keep my visions to myself
Its only me
Who wants to wrap around your dreams and...
Have you any dreams youd like to sell?
Dreams of loneliness...
Like a heartbeat... drives you mad...
In the stillness of remembering what you had...
And what you lost...
And what you had...
And what you lost

Thunder only happens when its raining
Players only love you when theyre playing
Say... women... they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean... you'll know

Mr. Tambourine man. The Byrds

Otra adaptación de un tema de Bob Dylan.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Turn, turn,turn. The Byrds

Par mi uno de los mejores grupos de Estados Unidos de los años 60, cuyas versiones de temas de Bob Dylan y Pete Seeger son extraordinarias. En este caso la canción era de Pete Seeger y The Byrds la hicieron suya con ese "toque" especial que sólo ellos le podían dar.


To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time to build up,a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time for peace, I swear its not too late

Sara. Fleetwood Mac

Para romper un poco con la música española, me atrevo a enseñaros este clásico de Fleetwood Mac. Para mi fue un descubrimiento en su época y todavía hoy es una canción que me encanta.

Wait a minute baby...
Stay with me awhile
Said you'd give me light
But you never told be about the fire
Drowning in the sea of love
Where everyone would love to drown
And now it's gone
It doesn't matter anymore
When you build your house
Call me home
And he was just like a great dark wing
Within the wings of a storm
I think I had met my match -- he was singing
And undoing the laces
Undoing the laces
Drowning in the sea of love
Where everyone would love to drown
And now it's gone
It doesn't matter anymore
When you build your house
Call me home
Hold on
The night is coming and the starling flew for days
I'd stay home at night all the time
I'd go anywhere, anywhere
Ask me and I'm there because I care
Sara, you're the poet in my heart
Never change, never stop
And now it's gone
It doesn't matter what for
When you build your house
I'll come by
Drowning in the sea of love
Where everyone would love to drown
And now it's gone
It doesn't matter anymore
When you build your house
Call me home
All I ever wanted
Was to know that you were dreaming
(There's a heartbeat
And it never really died)

My Back Pages.The Byrds

Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin' high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on
flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
Proud 'neath heated brow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
IIn a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
Yes, my guard stood hard
when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.