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InterRail Italia '08 - Alizzxi, Yai

Sun, 06 Jul 2008 13:06:39 GMT

Italiano

Mon, 09 Jun 2008 12:09:02 GMT

Puesto que puedo celebrar mi papeleta de apta en italiano, aquí va una canción mítica en versión original.

Nek

--- Laura non c'è ---

Laura non c'è, è andata via
Laura non è più cosa mia
e te che sei qua e mi chiedi perchè
l'amo se niente più mi dà
mi manca da spezzare il fiato
fa male e non lo sa
che non mi è mai passata

Laura non c'è, capisco che
è stupido cercarla in te
Io sto da schifo credi e non lo vorrei
stare con te e pensare a lei
stasera voglio stare acceso
andiamocene di là
a forza di pensare ho fuso.

Se vuoi ci amiamo adesso, se vuoi
però non è lo stesso tra di noi
da solo non mi basto stai con me
solo è strano che al suo posto ci sei te, ci sei te.

Laura dov'è, mi manca sai
magari c'è un altro accanto a lei
giuro non ci ho pensato mai
che succedesse proprio a noi
lei si muove dentro un altro abbraccio
su di un corpo che non è più il mio
e io così non ce la faccio.

Se vuoi ci amiamo adesso, se vuoi
però non è lo stesso tra di noi
da solo non mi basto stai con me
solo è strano che al suo posto ci sei te, ci sei te.

Forse è difficile così ma non so che cosa fare
Credo che sia logico, per quanto io provi a scappare lei c'è.

Non vorrei che tu fossi un emergenza
ma tra bene e amore c'è
solo Laura e la mia coscienza.
Se vuoi ci amiamo adesso oh no
però non è lo stesso ora so
c'è ancora il suo riflesso tra me e te
mi dispiace ma non posso Laura c'è.
Se vuoi ci amiamo adesso oh no
mi casca il mondo addosso ora so
c'è ancora il suo riflesso tra me e te
mi dispiace ma non posso Laura c'è
Laura c'è.

Anne Boleyn's execution day

Thu, 29 May 2008 14:36:35 GMT

Como seguidora de la serie The Tudors y ya que me gustan los poemas depresivos, me veo obligada a incluir este pedacito de literatura inglesa en mi insignificante espacio de la red.

Poem written by Sir Thomas Wyatt at Anne Boleyn's execution day, at the Bell Tower.

Who list his wealth and ease retain,
Himself let him unknown contain.
Press not too fast in at that gate
Where the return stands by disdain,
For sure, circa Regna tonat.2

The high mountains are blasted oft
When the low valley is mild and soft.
Fortune with Health stands at debate.
The fall is grievous from aloft.
And sure, circa Regna tonat.

These bloody days have broken my heart.
My lust, my youth did them depart,
And blind desire of estate.
Who hastes to climb seeks to revert.
Of truth, circa Regna tonat.

The bell tower showed me such sight
That in my head sticks day and night.
There did I learn out of a grate,
For all favour, glory, or might,
That yet circa Regna tonat.

By proof, I say, there did I learn:
Wit helpeth not defence too yerne,
Of innocency to plead or prate.
Bear low, therefore, give God the stern,
For sure, circa Regna tonat.

1. The Latin title adapts Psalm 16.9: "My enemies surround my soul." Wyatt's name ("Viat") in the title is surrounded by Innocence, Truth, and Faith.
2. "It thunders through the realms," Seneca, Phaedra, 1.1140. The first two stanzas paraphrase lines from that play.

Piratas del Caribe (solo de guitarra)

Tue, 29 Apr 2008 21:45:36 GMT

Pirates of the Caribbean

Moonlight Serenade (guitar solo)

Bell Book & Candle

Fri, 25 Apr 2008 23:07:13 GMT

Esta canción tiene ya unos añicos, pero me gusta como suena. Y como es un grupo alemán y la pronunciación de vez en cuando es un poco ininteligible :s más bien añado la letra XD
Muazzz!!

Rescue me

Yeah, I wanna have the time
And I wanna see you cry
I wanna feel your body
And I wanna get closer

Gotta rescue me, rescue me
Rescue me, let me have a good time

And I wanna see you laughing
And I wanna feel rain
I wanna get inside you
And I wanna feel pain

Gotta rescue me, rescue me
Rescue me, let me have a good time

And I wanna feel you moving
And I wanna feel good
I wanna feel you love for sure

Let your, let your
Let your amazement grow
Let your, let your
Let your amazement grow

Oh, whatever you do
I can't leave you
Don't ever let me go
Don't ever let me go

Yeah, I wanna be hungry
And I wanna ask why
I wanna be dreaming
And I wanna satisfy

You gotta rescue me, rescue me
Rescue me, let me have a good time

And I wanna be loved
And I wanna be high
I wanna feel you touch me
And I wanna hear you sigh

You gotta rescue me, rescue me
Rescue me, let me have a good time

And I wanna feel you moving
And I wanna feel good
I wanna feel you love for sure

Let your, let your
Let your amazement grow
Let your, let your
Let your amazement grow

Oh, whatever you do
I can't leave you
Don't ever let me go
Don't ever let me go

Let your, let your
Let your
Let your, let your
Let your

Let your, let your
Let your amazement grow
Let your, let your
Let your amazement grow

Oh, whatever you do
I can't leave you
Don't ever let me go
Don't ever let me go

The Beatles

Sun, 30 Mar 2008 18:14:25 GMT

Algunas canciones y sus letras nunca pasarán de moda...

Revolution

You say you want a revolution
Well, you know
We all want to change the world
You tell me that it's evolution
Well, you know
We all want to change the world
But when you talk about destruction
Don't you know that you can count me out
Don't you know it's gonna be all right
all right, all right

You say you got a real solution
Well, you know
We'd all love to see the plan
You ask me for a contribution
Well, you know
We're doing what we can
But when you want money
for people with minds that hate
All I can tell is brother you have to wait
Don't you know it's gonna be all right
all right, all right
Ah

ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...

You say you'll change the constitution
Well, you know
We all want to change your head
You tell me it's the institution
Well, you know
You better free you mind instead
But if you go carrying pictures of chairman Mao
You ain't going to make it with anyone anyhow
Don't you know it's gonna be all right
all right, all right
all right, all right, all right
all right, all right, all right

30 Seconds to Mars

Tue, 18 Mar 2008 21:06:27 GMT

"The Kill"

What if I wanted to break
Laugh it all off in your face
What would you do? (Oh, oh)
What if I fell to the floor
Couldn't take all this anymore
What would you do, do, do?

Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you

What if I wanted to fight
Beg for the rest of my life
What would you do?
You say you wanted more
What are you waiting for?
I'm not running from you (from you)

Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you
Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you

I tried to be someone else
But nothing seemed to change
I know now, this is who I really am inside.
Finally found myself
Fighting for a chance.
I know now, this is who I really am.

Ah, ah
Oh, oh
Ah, ah

Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you, you, you.
Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you

Come break me down (bury me, bury me)
Break me down (bury me, bury me)
Break me down (bury me, bury me)

(You say you wanted more)
What if I wanted to break...?
(What are you waiting for?)
Bury me, bury me
(I'm not running from you)
What if I
What if I
What if I
What if I
Bury me, bury me...

¿Por qué elegí medicina?

Thu, 07 Feb 2008 11:41:23 GMT

¿Por qué elegí medicina?

>Porque dormir más es vivir menos.

>Porque el látigo y la cera caliente ya me aburrían.

>Porque vaya por donde vaya, solo veo virus, bacterias y parásitos.

>Porque puedo ver enfermedad donde tú sólo ves malestar.

>Porque la vida son 4 días y a mi me sobran 3.

>Porque me he visto todos los capítulos de “Érase una vez la vida”.

>Porque soy masoquista, y me gusta que las gentes me falten al respeto.

>Porque no sabía qué hacer con mi tiempo libre.

>Porque no sabía dónde me metía.

>Porque me van las preguntas tipo test respuesta múltiple, restando negativas, empezando a contar a partir de 10 aciertos y con aprobado a partir del 7.

>Porque lo que para ti es vinagre, para mi es un libro de química.

>Porque mi madre me quiere en casa durante muuuuucho tiempo.

>Para abandonar las calles y conocer más bibliotecas.

>Por amor humano.

>Porque prefiero ir a craneal, en lugar de mirar a caudal, aunque ello me lleve de rostral al suelo.

>Porque me encanto “Corrupción en Miami”.

>Porque no hay mejor forma de que te dejen espacio en el bus o el metro, que ir a una buena practica de anatomía y salir apestando a formol.

>Porque el que vale, vale, y el que no pa ATS o magisterio.

>Porque tocar penes de personas da otro sentido a mi vida... y no digamos ya los tactos rectales...

>Porque era la carrera más larga en el librito informativo.

>Porque nací pobre y quiero morir igual.

>Porque necesitaba saber cuánto alcohol puedo beber, cuántas paellas malas puedo ingerir y cuánto café puedo soportar.

>Porque el Red Bull es adictivo... y el olor a formol tambien...

>Porque coger salmonelosis en una practica es relajante y constructivo... digo obstructivo.... para los baños.

>Porque sé de enfermedades que no salen ni en “Urgencias”;”Hospital central”; “House”; “Anatomia de Grey” ni en “Expediente X”.

>Porque “Saber vivir” es el mejor programa del mundo (JAJAJAJAJAJA).

>Porque los pacientes me lo agradecerán siempre.... cagándose en mi querida madre.

>Porque medicina es un gran hermano, una casa de tu vida, un aventuras en africa, una granja de famosos y todo lo que le pongas.

>Porque... porque...? POR QUÉ !!!??? POR QUÉEEEE??? Eso me pregunto yo a todas horas.

>Porque una vez leí que palmas a las 72 horas sin dormir... necesitaba comprobarlo...

>Porque me encanta cenar cuando veo amanecer... y desayunar cuando no ha salido el sol.

>Porque me mola eso de tener 4 ó 5 horas de examen y que aún te falte tiempo.

>Porque según nuestros profesores tenemos 3 semanas de vacaciones después de 3 meses de exámenes.

>Porque al inicio de verano es cuando menos fiestas hay y menos se liga... así que yo a la biblioteca.

>Porque la biblioteca en verano tiene un olor “especial”.

>Porque el aire acondicionado no enfría las neuronas ni en verano.

>Porque me encantan las fiestas de la uni... y sólo en esta carrera las puedo estar haciendo hasta que cumpla los 40.

>Porque en ninguna otra cafetería de facultad te llaman por tu nombre.... aquí te sirven lo tuyo incluso antes de pedirlo.

>Porque fue una revelación y me sabía mal no hacerle caso.

>Porque estoy más loco que cualquiera y lo quería demostrar.

>¡¡¿MEDICINA?!!, ¿pero esto no era enfermería?... ya decía yo que estaba estudiando demasiado...

>Porque llevar gafas es de modernos y mirar microscopios durante 3 horas contribuye a ello.

>Porque un frotis vale más q mil palabras.

>Porque dudaba entre medicina o la legión y total, como allí tambien hay sargentos...

>Porque quería inventar una paranoia post-examen que ni los psicólogos pudiesen encontrar solución.

>Porque quería cuatrimestrales de carácter anual.

>Porque me gusta aprobar 3 prácticos, 4 parciales, dos exámenes de diapositivas, y a pesar de todo... tener que ir a finales.... en septiembre...

>Porque la secretaria ya se conoce hasta mi fecha de nacimiento y ya no me deja cambiarme de carrera.

>Porque quería prácticas a todas horas, todos los días de la semana.

>Porque quería exámenes que me quitaran el hipo, y encontré exámenes que te quitan hasta lo bailao.

>Porque busqué desesperadamente una asignatura difícil, y en medicina encontré cuanto menos 4 horripilantes.

>Porque estudiar 800 folios en 2 semanas, es coser y cantar.

>Porque de algo hay que morir, y como no fumo...

>Porque el memo de mi cuñado era licenciado en biología.

>Porque no tenía vida social antes de entrar, así que me dije...vamos a conseguirla toda junta en la biblioteca!

>Porque cuando me cruje la columna suena la macarena.

>Porque después de unos años seré medico, empresario, ingeniero agrónomo, anatomista, técnico de alimentos, higienista, bromatólogo, cirujano y técnico medio-ambiental, aunque en el papelito solo pondrá “Licenciado en Medicina”.

>¿Tiene que haber un por qué? Lo que hay es un ¿y por qué no?

Curiosa lectura...

Thu, 17 Jan 2008 16:33:53 GMT

Lynyrd Skynyrd

Sat, 29 Dec 2007 23:12:05 GMT

Freebird

If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be travelling on, now,
'Cause there's too many places I've got to see.
But, if I stayed here with you, girl,
Things just couldn't be the same.
'Cause I'm as free as a bird now,
And this bird you can not change.
Lord knows, I can't change.

Bye, bye, its been a sweet love.
Though this feeling I can't change.
But please don't take it badly,
'Cause Lord knows I'm to blame.
But, if I stayed here with you girl,
Things just couldn't be the same.
Cause I'm as free as a bird now,
And this bird you'll never change.
And this bird you can not change.
Lord knows, I can't change.
Lord help me, I can't change.

Kansas

Thu, 27 Dec 2007 22:20:30 GMT

Carry on my wayward son

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don't know

On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
No!

Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
The center lights around your vanity
But surely heaven waits for you

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry (don't you cry no more)

Atún Calvo

Mon, 24 Dec 2007 12:08:04 GMT

¡Uah! ¡Uhá!
Sacatán Sacatún tam tam tam que summun pen que tum pan
que tepe-tepetám topetúm que summun que tum. ¡Uhá!

Göteborg '07

Fri, 14 Dec 2007 11:31:30 GMT

Espero que con este vídeo no se ofendan pianistas ni oyentes,
puesto que era la primera vez que me sentaba delante de un
piano y fue todo lo que Andre pudo hacer conmigo. Mil gracias
por un verano sencillamente perfecto :)

Hurlyburly (Descontrol)

Mon, 03 Dec 2007 16:08:56 GMT

Eddie: (Sean Penn) I mean, the aborigines had their problems too. Sure, y'know, tigers in the trees, dogs after his food. And in the Middle Ages everybody really had to worry about witches and goblins. But we have this stuff eating at us. We've got stuff...we don't even...I mean why do you think that all the warlords of the world. They're so anxious to get their personal little stash of chemical weapons. They call them weapons of mass destruction but they're not. They're very, very selective. Chemical weapons are very careful about what they destroy. They annihilate people and preserve things. They love things. You and I would be dead. Gas, puke, gone. Whereas, y'know, other, earlier, older people -- the ancients could look to the heavens, which in their minds was inhabited by this thoughtful, meditative...y'know, maybe a trifle unpredictable and wrathful, but nevertheless up there...this divine onlooker. We've got anchorpersons and talking heads. We've got politicians who decide life and death issues on the basis of their media consultants... That's what we've got!
Bonnie: (Meg Ryan) Oh boy, Eddie. I think I'm gonna need a magnifying glass to find what's left of your good points. What is going on with you?
Eddie: (pleadingly) Suck my dick.
Bonnie: Aw, c'mon. I'm being serious here. I thought you had this girlfriend and it was this significan, mutually fulfilling, blah blah blah, relationship?
Eddie: Things have taken a turn for the worse, that's all. Suck my dick.
Bonnie: Like what?
Eddie: She doesn't love me.
Bonnie: Who?
Eddie: My girlfriend!!
Bonnie: Whaddaya mean?
Eddie: Whaddaya mean what do I mean? My girlfriend doesn't want me.
Bonnie: Oh sure she does.
Eddie: Nooooo!
Bonnie: Why?
Eddie: I don't know, but she doesn't.
Bonnie: Are you certain?
Eddie: Bonnie..I'm a real person, y'know? I'm not some goddamn TV image here, okay? I'm a real person, real human, right? Now you know that... I just... Suck my dick okay? Suck my...SUCK MY DICK!!
Bonnie: You know, if your manner of speech is in any way a reflection of what goes on inside your head, you're lucky you can tie your shoes.
Eddie: You want me to be kinder? I say NO!! Be harder, colder. Be a ROCK!! (clenches fist) or polyurethane. That's my advice. Be a thing...and live!
Bonnie: Have you ever considered that maybe you're just doing a little bit too much shit there Eddie? I mean even outlaws have to take precautionary measures.
Eddie: You're right... Do you ever have that experience where your thoughts are like these totally separate, totally self-sustaining phone booths in this like vast, uninhabited shopping mall in your head? Didya ever have that experience? (pause) I don't feel loved! Even if she loves me, I don't feel it. I DON'T FEEL IT! And I feel. I'm sick of it, okay!? Y'know what I mean?
Bonnie: I'm gonna go.
Eddie: What for?
Bonnie: Home.

El indomable Will Hunting

Mon, 03 Dec 2007 16:01:29 GMT

S: Estuve pensando en lo que me dijiste el otro día, sobre mi pintura. Me pasé casi toda la noche pensando y se me ocurrió una idea. Luego caí en un sueño plácido y no he vuelto a pensar en ti ¿Sabes qué se me ocurrió?

W: No.

S: Que eres un crío. Y que en realidad no tienes ni idea de lo que hablas.

W: Vaya, gracias.

S: Es normal, nunca has salido de Boston.

W: No.

S: Si te pregunto algo sobre arte me responderás con datos de todos los libros que se han escrito.Miguel Angel, lo sabes todo: vida y obra, aspiraciones políticas, su amistad con el Papa, su orientación sexual, lo que haga falta, ¿no? Pero tú no puedes decirme cómo huele la Capilla Sixtina, nunca has estado allí y has contemplado ese hermoso techo, no lo has visto.

Si te pregunto por las mujeres supongo que me darás una lista de tus favoritas, puede que hayas echado unos cuantos polvos, pero no puedes decirme qué se siente cuando te despiertas junto a una mujer y te invade la felicidad. Eres duro.

Si te pregunto por la guerra probablemente citarás algo de Shakespeare:"de nuevo en la brecha amigos mios", pero no has estado en ninguna, nunca has sostenido a tu mejor amigo entre tus brazos, esperando tu ayuda mientras exhala su último suspiro.

Si te pregunto por el amor me citarás un soneto, pero nunca has mirado a una mujer y te has sentido vulnerable, ni te has visto reflejado en sus ojos. No has pensado que Dios ha puesto un ángel en la tierra para ti, para que te rescate de los pozos del infierno, ni qué se siente al ser su ángel, al darle tu amor, darlo para siempre y pasar por todo, por el cáncer, no sabes lo que es dormir en un hospital durante dos meses cogiendo su mano porque los médicos vieron en tus ojos que el término "horario de visitas" no iba contigo, no sabes lo que significa perder a alguien porque solo lo sabrás cuando ames a alguien más que a ti mismo. Dudo que te hayas atrevido a amar de ese modo.

Te miro y no veo a un hombre inteligente y confiado, veo a un chaval creído y cagado de miedo, eres un genio Will, eso nadie lo niega, nadie puede comprender lo que pasa en tu interior. En cambio presumes de saberlo todo de mí porque viste un cuadro que pinté y rajaste mi puta vida de arriba a abajo. Eres huérfano, ¿verdad? ¿Crees que sé lo dura y penosa que ha sido tu vida, cómo te sientes, quién eres, porque he leido Oliver Twist? ¿Un libro basta para definirte? Personalmente eso me importa una mierda porque, ¿sabes qué? No puedo aprender nada de ti ni leer nada de ti en un maldito libro. Pero si quieres hablar de ti, de quién eres, estaré fascinado, a eso me apunto. Pero no quieres hacerlo, tienes miedo, te aterroriza decir lo que sientes. Tú mueves chaval.

Kafka

Sun, 02 Dec 2007 20:42:05 GMT

El viajante es fácil pasto de habladurías y quejas infundadas. Únicamente al regresar reventado de un viaje es cuando empieza a notar directamente las funestas consecuencias de una causa invisible.

- La metamorfosis -

Franz Kafka.

Nick Lachey

Tue, 20 Nov 2007 14:40:05 GMT

"Everywhere But Here”

Here is the place we used to go, we were laughing.
Hand in hand walking down the road, we were happy!
Here is the corner where you said: “Kiss me, stupid”
I remember you in red…

We were something good. We were something, yeah! Weren't we something?

You're in my head, you're under my skin: you're everywhere but here, but here…
It's a mystery how you can be everywhere but....

Here's the diner where we meet on your lunch break.
Corner table: just you and me on a Monday.

In the rain we ran and ran to your apartment.

You called in sick to work again…

We were something good. We were something, yeah! Weren't we something?

You're in my head, you're under my skin: you're everywhere but here, but here…
It's a mystery how you can be everywhere but here.

You're everywhere but here, ah… You everywhere but here, oh… You're everywhere but here.

We were something good. We were something, yeah! Weren't we something?

You're in my head, you're under my skin: you're everywhere but here, but here…
It's a mystery how you can be everywhere but here.

It's a mystery how you can be everywhere but here.

Coldplay

Sun, 11 Nov 2007 18:39:53 GMT

"White Shadows"

When I was a young boy I tried to listen
And I wanna feel like that
Little white shadows, blink and miss them
Part of a system I am

If you ever feel like something's missing?
Things you'll never understand
Little white shadows, sparkle and glisten
Part of a system plan

All this noise, I'm waking up
All the space I'm taking up
All this sound is breaking up

Ohhhh...

Maybe you get what you wanted
Maybe you stumbled upon it
Everything you ever wanted
In a permanent state

Maybe you'll know when you see it
Maybe if you say it, you'll mean it
And when you find it, you keep it
In a permanent state
A permanent state

When I was a young boy
I tried to listen
Don't you wanna feel like that?

We're part of the human race and
All of the stars and the outer space
We're part of the system plan

All this noise, I'm waking up
And all the space, I'm taking up
I said I cannot hear you, you're breaking up

Maybe you get what you wanted
Maybe you stumbled upon it
Everything you ever wanted
In a permanent state

Maybe you'll know when you see it
Maybe if you say it, you'll mean it
And when you find it, you keep it
In a permanent state
A permanent state

Swim out on a sea of faces,
The tide of the human races,
An answer now is what I need.

See it in a new sun rising
See it break on your horizon

Oh, come on love, stay with me...

Ralladas mentales propias, personales e intransferibles (afortunadamente para los demás)

Tue, 14 Aug 2007 08:44:55 GMT

¿Qué es lo que se siente cuando no se siente nada?

Estás rodeada de problemas pero aislada de todos y cada uno de ellos al mismo tiempo.

Es como si estuvieses en una burbuja observándolo todo desde cerca pero la película de jabón impide que te ensucies. Flotas en el aire aportando palabras de aliento, intentando proporcionar comodidad a los que están a tu alrededor.

Parece que el tiempo te dejó olvidada en un rincón y hubiera dejado de preocuparse por cuál iba a ser tu reacción.

El más vago intento por comprenderte a ti misma se convierte en un acopio de desesperación y decepción que culminan en un: mejor continúo ignorándolo todo. Mejor sigo ignorándome a mi misma.

Eso es lo que se siente.

Letra canción

Sat, 16 Jun 2007 11:55:11 GMT

Imagino que para vuestra desgracia todos habréis escuchado la canción de las infames Ketchup llamada "Aserejé". Pues bien, la canción original (que plagiaron en su práctica totalidad) es de unos raperos ingleses a los que no hay quien les entienda de lo rápido que hablan.

El principio os sonará de un anuncio de coche (Honda Accord) que salía hace un tiempo en la tele donde diversas piezas del motor iban chocando unas con otras para finalmente permitir que el coche bajase por una rampa. Para aquellos con mala memoria meteos aquí: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4CZkfqcqGu0

Pongo sólo un trocito de la letra porque es demasiado extensa. Ahí va:

Sugarhill Gang

Rapper’s Delight

I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
to the hip hip hop, and you don’t stop
the rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie
to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat

now what you hear is not a test--I’m rappin to the beat
and me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
see I am wonder mike and I like to say hello
to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow
but first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie
say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie
let's rock, you don’t stop
rock the riddle that will make your body rock
well so far you’ve heard my voice but I brought two friends along
and next on the mike is my man hank
come on, hank, sing that song

check it out, I’m the c-a-s-an-the-o-v-a
and the rest is f-l-y
y’a see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
and these reasons I’ll tell y’a why
y’a see I’m six foot one and I’m tons of fun
and I dress to a t
y’a see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously
I got bodyguards, I got two big cars
that definitely ain’t the wack
I got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac
so after school, I take a dip in the pool
which really is on the wall
I got a color TV so I can see
the Knicks play basketball
hear me talkin' bout checkbooks, credit cards
more money than a sucker could ever spend
but I wouldn’t give a sucker or a bum from the rocker
not a dime 'til I made it again
y’a go hotel motel whatcha gonna do today (say what)
y’a say I’m gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin’
drive off in a def oj
everybody go, hotel motel holiday inn
say if your girl starts actin’ up, then you take her friend
master gee, am I mellow
its on you so what you gonna do

well it's on n on n on on n on
the beat don’t stop until the break of dawn
I said m-a-s, t-e-r, a g with a double e
I said I go by the unforgettable name
of the man they call the master gee
well, my name is known all over the world
by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I’m goin’ down in history
as the baddest rapper there could ever be
now I’m feelin’ the highs and y’a feelin’ the lows
the beat starts getting’ into your toes
y’a start poppin’ y’a fingers and stompin’ your feet
and movin’ your body while you’re sittin’ in your seat
and the damn y’a start doin’ the freak
I said damn, right outta your seat
then y’a throw your hands high in the air
y’a rockin’ to the rhythm, shake your derriere
y’a rockin’ to the beat without a care
with the sure shot m.c.s for the affair
now, I’m not as tall as the rest of the gang
but I rap to the beat just the same
I dot a little face and a pair of brown eyes
all I’m here to do ladies is hypnotize
singin’ on n n on n on n on
the beat don’t stop until the break of dawn
singin’ on n n on n on on n on
like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
pop da pop pop y’a don’t dare stop
come alive y'all gimme what y’a got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
and find that I am the baby of the bunch
'but that's okay I still keep in stride
cause all I’m here to do is just wiggle your behind
singin on n n on n on n on
the beat don’t stop until the break of dawn
singin’ on n n on n on on n on
rock rock y'all throw it on the floor
I’m gonna freak y’a here I’m gonna freak y’a there
I’m gonna move you outta this atmosphere
cause I’m one of a kind and ill shock your mind
ill put t-t-tickets in your behind
I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls get on the floor
a-come alive, y'all a-gimme what y’a got
cause I’m guaranteed to make you rock
I said 1-2-3-4 tell me wonder mike what are you waitin’ for?
I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie
the hip hip hop, a you don’t stop
the rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie
to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
skiddlee beebop a we rock a scoobie doo
and guess what America we love you
cause y’a rock and y’a roll with so much soul
you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old
I don’t mean to brag I don’t mean to boast
but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast
rock it up baby bubbah
baby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang da boogie
to the beat beat, its so unique
come on everybody and dance to the beat

I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
to the hip hip hop, a you don’t stop
rock it out baby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang
the boogie to the boogie da beat

I said I can’t wait 'til the end of the week
when I’m rappin’ to the rhythm of a groovy beat
and attempt to raise your body heat
just blow your mind so that you cant speak
and do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet
and let it change up to a dance called the freak
and when y’a finally do come in to your rhythmic beat
rest a little while so y’a don’t get weak
I know a man named hank
he has more rhymes than a serious bank
so come on hank sing that song
to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong

well, I’m imp the dimp the ladies pimp
the women fight for my delight
but I’m the grandmaster with the three mcs
that shock the house for the young ladies
and when you come inside, into the front
you do the freak, spank, and do the bump
and when the sucker mcs try to prove a point

we're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint
a from sun to sun and from day to day
I sit down and write a brand new rhyme
because they say that miracles never cease
I’ve created a devastating masterpiece
I’m gonna rock the mike ‘til you cant resist
everybody, I say it goes like this
well I was comin’ home late one dark afternoon
a reporter stopped me for a interview
she said she's heard stories and she's heard fables
that I’m vicious on the mike and the turntables
this young reporter I did adore
so I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before
she said damn fly guy I’m in love with you
the Casanova legend must have been true
I said by the way baby what's your name
said I go by the name of Lois Lane
and you could be my boyfriend you surely can
just let me quit my boyfriend called superman
I said he's a fairy I do suppose
flyin’ through the air in pantyhose
he may be very sexy or even cute
but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit
I said you need a man who's got finesse
and his whole name across his chest
he may be able to fly all through the night
but can he rock a party ‘til the early light
he can't satisfy you with his little worm
but I can bust you out with my super sperm
I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it , do it
an I’m here an I’m there I’m big bang hank, I’m everywhere
just throw your hands up in the air
and party hardy like you just don’t care
let's do it don’t stop y'all a tick a tock y'all you don’t stop
go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)
I’m gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def oj
everybody go hotel motel holiday inn
you say if your girl starts actin’ up then you take her friend
I say skip, dive, what can I say

Photo Album: Italia (InterRail con Ali, Julio '08)

Sat, 05 Jul 2008 22:41:29 GMT

Italia (InterRail con Ali, Julio '08)

Milán

Milán - Galería

Milán - Tumbadas bajo la sombra de los árboles, comiendo, vagueando.

Milán - Mosaico

Milán

Verona - Balcón de Julieta

Verona - Casa de Julieta

Verona - ¿Qué pasó con la bola de cristal? Que petó... Se petó... La peté XD

Verona

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Photo Album: Paso de Bea - LADE

Sat, 10 May 2008 17:16:09 GMT

Paso de Bea - LADE

Cena previa al Sella, en el Pastafiore (como puede leerse en el cartel)

Nada mas llegar

Parejita...

Qué arte!!

Cuidado: foto!!! XD

Uf!!!

Nos falta Esti :(

A saber qué le estaba contando...

Sentadas en nuestro sitio preferido del Sella

Dando mal

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Photo Album: Nuova cena di golfe!!

Sat, 10 May 2008 17:02:52 GMT

Nuova cena di golfe!!

Cris y yo sonriendo como gilis al principio de la noche XD

Un gran scout y una gran historiadora ;)

Ita-ita ---> patata frita! Ese arte fotográfico!

Esti/Reix --> dúo alcohólico XD

Mamma mia!

Che divertente!

A saber de qué nos reíamos...

He ahí una muestra de mi bien conocida torpeza...

Qué buscas, Cris?

Juer, Esti! Pero qué pintas!! XD

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Photo Album: Noche en el parque grande

Sat, 26 Apr 2008 23:21:35 GMT

Noche en el parque grande

Ely - Yai - Ali en el tobogán

Subiendo a cualquier trasto...

Cómo nos gusta trepar!!

Pero si parecemos caracoles XD

A saber qué llevaba Angie en el pelo... :s

Qué pesadicas con los toboganes!

Pitufas :)

Con Óscar

Ali - Angie - Sil

Pilares (es que me la acaban de pasar y la he colgado aquí mismo)

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Photo Album: Cumple Ely - 22 añazos!!

Fri, 25 Apr 2008 23:25:03 GMT

Cumple Ely - 22 añazos!!

Aquí con los Ferrero Rocher a lo Isabel Preysler (cómo nos cuida, eh?)

Aquí Sil y yo medio decentes

Ely con su tarta toda feliz y Sil destrozándola XD

Algunos en vez de comer con la boca se embadurnan la nariz xD

Qué mona ella! FeLiCiDaDeS!!

Bea, la tata de Alizzxi

Aquí ya se nos empiezan a notar a Sil y a mi las copas de más

Qué caretos... :s

Lue de bares

Más bares

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