James- Moving On

Please don't get me started
Looking backwards to move on.
Strong yet open-hearted,
Accept leaving when leaving's come.

God didn't see it coming,
Never said I love you, hope you knew.
Now my bags are packed and my sails are tacked
And my course is marked by stars,

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I'm on my way,
Soon be moving on my way,
Leave a little light on,
Leave a little light on,

Time always unwinding,
All these dead lines in my mind.
Seeds and dreams we planted
Took for granted, didn't prove.

Walking down this road
When my pulse beats slow,
Hope to have you close at hand.
When this cycle ends,
Will it start again?
Will we recognize old friends?

I'm on my way,
Soon be moving on my way,
Leave a little light on,
Leave a little light on.

I'm on my way,
On my way, on my way, on my way,
Leave a light on,
Leave a little light on.

I'm on my way,
Soon be moving on my way,
Leave a little light on,
Leave a little light on.

I'm on my way,
On my way, on my way, on my way.
Leave a light on,
Leave a little light on,
Leave a little light on. 

 

Golpes Bajos- Cena Recalentada

Golpes Bajos es uno de esos grupos injustamente olvidados teniendo una colección de canciones fantásticas (La fiesta de los maniquíes, No mires a los ojos de la gente, Hansel y Gretel, Colecciono Moscas, Malos Tiempos para la Lírica, etc). 

Su aparición, a mediados de los 80, con una propuesta tan diferente en tiempos de La Movida, supongo que hizo que se les considerara un poco o un mucho marcianos y no solo por su propuesta sino también por sus letras evocativas y por los variados y sorprendentes arreglos en las canciones. 

Esta canción no es ni la mejor ni la más recordada de ellos pero su letra es una auténtica maravilla y refleja a la perfección un momento en la vida y un estado de ánimo muy concretos.

Cena recalentada cuando llegas tarde a casa 
La imbecil de tu hermana que te pica y que se pasa 
La loca de tu madre que te chilla y no se cansa 
Y el viejo derrotado que se baba y amenaza 
Donde has estado? 
Mira que facha 
Que horas son estas? 
Vete a la cama 
Un beso en un portal un abrazo hasta mañana 
Que hombre me sentia cuando a ti te acompañaba 
Tu lo eras todo y yo era nada 
Pisabamos los charcos tan lejos estabas 
Donde has estado? 
Mira que facha 
Que horas son estas? 
Vete a la cama

Rolling Stones- Paint it black

I see a red door and I want it painted black 
No colors anymore I want them to turn black 
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes 
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes 
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black 
With flowers and my love both never to come back 
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away 
Like a new born baby it just happens ev'ry day 
I look inside myself and see my heart is black 
I see my red door and it has been painted black 
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts 
It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black 

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue 
I could not foresee this thing happening to you 
If I look hard enough into the settin' sun 
My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes 

I see a red door and I want it painted black 
No colors anymore I want them to turn black 
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes 
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes 
Hmm, hmm, hmm,... 
I wanna see it painted, painted black 
Black as night, black as coal 
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky 
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black 
Yeah!