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El trigo crece al sol (nana). La Romántica Banda Local.   1 comment

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Publicado 15 noviembre, 2009 por lacuevadeldinosaurio en Música

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Sarabande. Haendel.   Leave a comment

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91sfrw106xs

Forma parte de la Banda Sonora Original de la película “Barry Lyndon” de Stanley Kubrick, 1975.

Publicado 25 julio, 2009 por lacuevadeldinosaurio en Música

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I Woke Up This Morning. Ten Years After.   Leave a comment

ten-years-afterhttp://www.musicosfamosos.com/tag/blues-rock/

Para oír, pulsar: Ten Years After

Publicado 16 junio, 2009 por lacuevadeldinosaurio en Música

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Heriotzaren Begiak. Cesare Pavese/Xabier Lete.   Leave a comment

Etorriko da zure soaz heriotza

gor, logabe, alhadura zaharren gisa,

goiznabarretik gauera alboan dugun

ohidura zentzugabe bat bailitzan.

Zure begiak alferrikako hitza izanik

garraisi mutu, isiltasun oro isil,

goiz bakoitzean aurkitzen dituzu adi

ispilura begiratuz, ilun, hurbil.

Jakinen dugu egun hartan, oh

itxaropen!

bizitza zarela eta ezereza,

guztiontzat du heriotzak soa zorrotz

bakar, mutu, leizera jetsiko gera.

Urratuko da ezpain hertsien keinua,

aurpegi arrotza leihoaren ondoan,

usadioen guneak desitxuratuz

biluztasuna nagusitzen denean.

Zure begiak argi grisaren errainu,

mendi ilunen goizorduko izotza,

esnatzearen dardara eta ikara

kale hutsetik hurbiltzen zarenean.

Jakinen dugu egun hartan, oh

itxaropen!

bizitza zarela eta ezereza,

guztiontzat du heriotzak soa zorrotz

bakar, mutu, leizera jetsiko gera.

Paco Ibañez & Imanol – Oroitzen (1998)

http://ekaitzaldi.blogspot.com/2008/05/paco-ibaez-imanol-oroitzen-1998.html

In The Summertime. Mungo Jerry.   Leave a comment

In the summertime when the weather is high,
you can stretch right up and touch the sky,
when the weather is fine,
you got women, you got women on your mind.
Have a drink, have a drive,
go out and see what you can find.If her daddy’s rich, take her out for a meal.
If her daddy’s poor, just do as you feel.
Speed along the land,
do a ton, or a ton and twentyfive.
When the sun goes down, you can make it,
make it good in a lay-by.

We’re not grey people, we’re not dirty, we’re not mean.
We love everybody, but we do as we think.
When the weather is fine
we go fishing or go swimming in the sea.
We’re are always happy,
live’s for living, yeah, that’s our philosophy.

Sing along with us, dee-dee-dee-dee-dee.
Da-da-da-da-da…
Yeah, we’re happy happy, da-da-da-da-dah.
When the winter’s here, then it’s party time.
Bring a bottle,
wear you’re bright clothes. It’ll soon be summertime.
And we’ll sing again,
we”l go drivin’ or maybe we’ll settle down.
If she’s rich, if she’s nice,
bring you’re friends and we’ll all go into town.

Publicado 20 julio, 2008 por lacuevadeldinosaurio en Música

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The Whistling Gypsy Rover. Leo McGuire, Dublin 1950.   Leave a comment

http://www.ingeb.org/songs/thegypsy.html

The Gypsy Rover came over the hills,
Down to the valley so shady;
He whistled and he sang
Till the green woods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.

A dee do a dee do die day,
A dee do a dee day dee
He whistled and he sang
Till the green woods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.

She left her father’s castle gates,
She left her fair young lover;
She left her servants
And her estate
to follow the Gypsy Rover.

A dee do a dee do die day,
A dee do a dee day dee
He whistled and he sang
Till the green woods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.

Her father mounted up his fastest steed
To search the valleys all over
He sought his daughter
At great speed
And the whistling Gypsy Rover.

A dee do a dee do die day,
A dee do a dee day dee
He whistled and he sang
Till the green woods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.

He came at last to a mansion fine,
Down by the river Claydee,
And there was music
And there was wine,
For the Gypsy and his lady.

A dee do a dee do die day,
A dee do a dee day dee
He whistled and he sang
Till the green wood rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.

“He is no gypsy, my father.” she said.
“But lord of those freelands all over,
And I will stay till my dying day
With my whistling gypsy rover.”

A dee do a dee do die day,
A dee do a dee day dee
He whistled and he sang
Till the green woods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.

Publicado 27 abril, 2008 por lacuevadeldinosaurio en Música

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