Nancy Sinatra - Your Groovy Self

Don’t talk to strangers on the bus

You know that could be dangerous

Don’t walk on stick or stones

Don’t answer ringing phones

You know I got to worry

Til you bring your groovy self on home to me



Don’t take up with no alley cats

They really don’t know where it’s at

Don’t fall or trip on things

Stay away from happenings

You know I got to worry

Til you bring your groovy self on home to me



Be careful walking down the street

You never know what you might meet

Don’t change a thing or two

I’m hung up child on you

You know I got to worry

Til you bring your groovy self on home to me



Get your groovy self on home

Me quedo con la performance sexy de Nancy Sinatra, con la escenografía, y con la presencia de Elvis por ahí

...debe tratarse de alguna película del mismo personaje, cuando averigue cual es doy el aviso (aunque no son muy buenas las películas de Presley).

Frank & Nancy Sinatra - Something Stupid

I know I stand in line until you think
You have the time to spend an evening with me
And if we go someplace to dance
I know that there's a chance you won't be leaving with me
And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
And have a drink or two......
And then I go and spoil it all by saying
Something stupid like I love you

I can see it in your eyes that you despise
The same old lines you heard the night before......
And though it's just a line to you for me it's true......
And never seemed so right before
I practice everyday to find some clever lines
To say to make the meaning come true......
But then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late
And I'm alone with you
The time is right your perfume fills my head......
The stars get red and on the nights so blue......
And then I go and spoil it all by saying
Something stupid like I love you

...traducción:

Mi turno esperaré
hasta que quieras una noche
y me llegues a ver,
si vamos a bailar yo sé que es posible
que no quieras volver.

Tranquilos paseamos y tomamos unas copas
en cualquier lugar...
Y todo lo estropeo con algo estúpido
diciendo yo... Te quiero.

En tus ojos puede verse
que esa frase repetida la desprecias ya.
Tan solo son palabras que al decirlas
yo las siento porque son verdad.

Pensar en cada día con la frase más bonita
que te exprese mi amor
y pienso que en la noche y al decirla
sé que siempre me saldrá mejor.

Me embriaga tu perfume mientras brillan las estrellas
en la noche azul,
y todo lo estropeo con algo estúpido
diciendo yo... Te quiero.

Mamonísimo el tema pero sin embargo me encanta

...detesto la versión de Robie Williams, así que ni la mencionen =S

...SALUDOS.

Elvis Presley - Mystery Train

Train I ride, sixteen coaches long
Train I ride, sixteen coaches long
Well that long black train got my baby and gone

Train train, comin' 'round, 'round the bend
Train train, comin' 'round the bend
Well it took my baby, but it never will again (no, not again)

Train train, comin' down, down the line
Train train, comin' down the line
Well it's bringin' my baby, 'cause she's mine all, all mine
(She's mine, all, all mine)

No soy GRAN fanático de Elvis, pero desde la primera vez que escuché esta canción, me encantó

...y la escuché en el disco "Freno de Mano" de Los Tres ...al Álvaro le sale notable la interpretación a lo Presley, jajajajajajjaa

...SALUDOS =)

The Doors - The Crystal Ship

Before you slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss
Another kiss

The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain
The time you ran was too insane
We'll meet again
We'll meet again

Oh tell me where your freedom lies
The streets are fields that never die
Deliver me from reasons why
You'd rather cry
I'd rather fly

The crystal ship is being filled
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time
When we get back
I'll drop a line

...traducción:

Antes de que te duermas dentro
de la inconsciencia
Me encantaría tener otro beso
Otra intermitente oportunidad de éxtasis
Otro beso, otro beso.
Los dias son brillantes y llenos de dolor
Encierrame en tu gentil lluvia
Los tiempos que tu corrias
eran demasiado dementes
Nos encontraremos otra vez,
nos encontraremos otra vez.
Oh dime donde tu libertad descansa,
Las calles son campos
que nunca mueren,
Enviame desde razones que
Tu preferias llorar, yo preferia volar.
El barco de cristal esta siendo llenado
Un millar de chicas, un millar de estimulos,
Un millar de maneras para gastar
tu tiempo;
Cuando nosotros regresemos, yo
dejare caer un verso.

Canción cuya letra es casi una "Carta Fúnebre".

Jim Morrison, estudiante de cine y literatura, músico, y poeta.

Caetano Veloso - Capullito de Aleli

Lindo capullito de alelí,
Si tu supieras mi dolor,
Correspondieras a mi amor,
Y calmaras mi sufrir
Porque tu sabes que sin ti
La vida es nada para mi.
Tu bien lo sabes, capullito de alelí.


No hay en el mundo para mi
Otro capullo de alelí
Que yo le brinde mi pasión
Y que le de mi corazón.
Tu solo eres la mujer
A quien he dado mi querer
Y te brindé, lindo alelí
Fidelidad hasta morir


Por eso yo te canto a ti
Lindo capullo de alelí.
Dame tu aroma seductor
Y un poquito de tu amor
Porque tu sabes que sin ti
La vida es nada para mi
Tu bien lo sabes, capullito de alelí.

Caetano Veloso llega hasta sus monitores, gracias a la gentil colaboración de Nathaly, GRACIAS.

...a propósito, notable la intervención sinfónica.

Dusty Springfield - Son of a Preacher Man

Billy-ray was a preachers son
And when his daddy would visit hed come along
When they gathered round and started talkin
Thats when billy would take me walkin
A-through the back yard wed go walkin
Then hed look into my eyes
Lord knows to my surprise

The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, mmm, yes he was

Being good isnt always easy
No matter how hard I try
When he started sweet-talkin to me
Hed come and tell me everything is all right
Hed kiss and tell me everything is all right
Can I get away again tonight?

The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, lord knows he was

How well I remember
The look that was in his eyes
Stealin kisses from me on the sly
Takin time to make time
Tellin me that hes all mine
Learnin from each others knowing
Lookin to see how much weve grown

And the only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, oh, yes he was
He was the sweet-talking son of a preacher man
I guessed he was the son of a preacher man
Sweet-lovin son of a preacher man
Ahh, move me

Mary Isobel Catherine Bernadette O'Brien, más conocida como Dusty Springfield, fue una cantante Britanica de Pop-Soul nacida en Hampstead, Londres el 16 de Abril de 1939, y que falleció en la misma ciudad el 2 de marzo de 1999.

Gozó de gran popularidad en la década de los 60, representando la corriente más sofisticada y selecta del "Swinging London" (marcado movimiento musical Inglés de ese entonces, al que entre muchas bandas pertenecieron "Los Beatles").

Durante la década de los 70, Springfield se transformó en un ícono de la cultura Lésbica, al reconocer abiertamente su bisexualidad.

Respecto al tema "Son of a Preacher Man", este fue rescatado en 1994 por Quentin Tarantino, para agregarlo a la Banda Sonora de la película "Pulp Fiction" (osea que de ese modo llegó hasta mis oidos).

...que la disfruten =)

Nancy Sinatra - These Boots Are Made For Walking

You keep saying you've got something for me.
something you call love, but confess.
You've been a messin' where you shouldn't have been a messin'
and now someone else is gettin' all your best.

These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

You keep lying, when you oughta be truthin'
and you keep losin' when you oughta not bet.
You keep samin' when you oughta be a changin'.
Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet.

These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

You keep playin' where you shouldn't be a playin
and you keep thinkin' that you´ll never get burnt.
Ha!
I just found me a brand new box of matches yeah
and what he knows you ain't HAD time to learn.

These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

Are you ready boots? Start walkin'!