Mondo Cane

"Cuando llegas de un país extranjero para vivir en otro, uno debe empaparse de su cultura y sus costumbres, precisamente para no sentirse extranjero"

Mike Patton se conectó con la música Italiana de los 50s y 60s mientras vivía con su ex esposa en Italia.

Calamaro

Vengo de un bar que pasaba en loop unos videos de Calamaro.
Mientras lo miraba me acordaba de S. diciendo que iba por NY cantando Calamaro y acordándose de nosotros.
Ahora canto "Hay un deseo que pido siempre que pasa un treeeen."

I Love New York

Nada mejor que esta canción para describir lo que me pasa con esa ciudad.
La escuche por primera vez en este recital @terminal FIVE

New York I love you but you're bringing me down

New York, I love You but you're bringing me down
New York, I love You but you're bringing me down
Like a rat in a cage pulling minimum wage
New York, I love You but you're bringing me down

New York, you're safer and you're wasting my time
Our records all show you are filthy but fine
But they shuttered your stores when you opened the doors
To the cops who were bored once they'd run out of crime

New York, you're perfect, don't please don't change a thing
Your mild billionaire mayor's now convinced he's a king
So the boring collect - I mean all disrespect
In the neighborhood bars I'd once dreamt I would drink

New York, I love you but you're freaking me out
There's a ton of the twist but we're fresh out of shout
Like a death in the hall that you hear through your wall
New York, I love you but you're freaking me out

New York, I love You but you're bringing me down
New York, I love You but you're bringing me down
Like a death of the heart...Jesus, where do I start
But you're still the one pool where I'd happily drown

And oh.. Take me off your mailing list
For kids that think it still exists
Yes, for those who think it still exists

Maybe I'm wrong
And maybe you're right
Maybe I'm wrong
And maybe you're right
Maybe you're right
Maybe I'm wrong
And just maybe you're right

And Oh..
Maybe mother told you true
And they're always be something there for you
And you'll never be alone

But maybe she's wrong
And maybe I'm right
And just maybe she's wrong

Maybe she's wrong
And maybe I'm right
And if so here's this song 


LCD SOUNDSYSTEM

tongue-tied

Así estoy, sin poder hablar.
La boca no puede decir lo que pienso.
Tongue-tide escuche esta mañana en una canción.

Home

Y vamos en el auto tratando de escuchar lo que dice esta cancion


I memorized a face so it's not forgotten
I hear the wind whistlin'
Come back anytime
And we'll mix our lives together
Heaven knows- what keeps mankind alive
Ev'ry hand- goes searching for its partner
In crime- under chairs and behind tables
Connecting- to places we have known

(I'm looking for a)
Home- where the wheels are turning
Home- why I keep returning
Home- where my world is breaking in two

Home- with the neighbors fighting
Home- always so exciting
Home- were my parents telling the truth?

Home- such a funny feeling
Home- no-one ever speaking
Home- with our bodies touching
Home- and the cam'ras watching
Home- will infect what ever you do
We're Home- comes to life from outa the blue...

David Byrne

Del Rock para ciertos días

Si te gusta el durazno, bancate la peluza .

No se si prefiero días iguales o días distintos.

No se si cortarme las venas o dejarmelas crecer.