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Desde que descubrín quen era Chris Cornell quedei gratamente sorprendido polo “timbre ” da súa voz. Primeiro escoitara o Euphoria Morning e un pouco de Audioslave pero o ano pasado sacou un disco novo en solitario onde aparece esta versión do clásico de Miguel Jackson. A verdade é que esta versión paréceme incrible… A ver que opinades vós!  Escoitadea e dádeme a vosa opinión…
Acertei?

Billie Jean Acoustic Version by Cornell

Letra:
She was more like a beauty queen from a movie screen
I said don’t mind, but what do you mean I am the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round
She said I am the one, who will dance on the floor in the roundShe said her name was Billie Jean, as she caused a scene
Then all the heads turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round

Facía tempo que non escoitaba nada desta cantante Islandesa da que comprara nos anos 90 os seus 2 primeiros discos chamados Debut e Post… Para despedirme e desexarvos unha boa fin de semana aquí deixo o video musical dun dos seus éxitos Human Behaviour (comportamento humano) e xa sabedes, como di o título da canción: portádevos ben!
Un saúdo para todos antes de comezar o sexto mes do ano,
Xurxiño.

Eu que son fan de César   Millán (O encantador de cans de Cuatro) quedei sorprendido ao ver o que nunca pensaba: A Reencarnación de Travolta…Si rapaces! John Travolta rencarnouse nun cadelo de consurso… A verdade é que merece a pena ver as cualidades que conserva tras tantos anos no mundillo… Felicidades César por ter conseguido un gran traballo con John…

Versión RAP para dar a coñecer a persoas negras que loitaron por conseguir os mesmos dereitos cós brancos e achegarse máis e máis ao “I Have a Dream” predicado por Martin Luther King…

Nesta versión do Every Little Thing She Does is Magic de Police está ben explicado o porqué do regreso do 100% das bandas dos anos 80 e 90 e 70 e 60… A carencia de orixinalidade é suplida por uns meses de “Flashbacks” ou “Dejàvús”
pero as bandas van deixar as súas contas bancarias por riba do cero… ben máis por riba…
Para os morriñosos, a disfrutar!!!!

Aqui temos unha boa “charges” criticando a vida que din leva esta artista cuando non está sobre os escenarios… Teño que dicir que non escoitei o disco, pero só as cancións famosas que levo escoitado e a tipa esta mola moito… vozarrón que ela ten… e o que ela faga coa súa vida, que sexa o que ela queira… Vai acabar como o rapaz da redacción do ”Carnabal en Verín”(que está aqui abaixo)… a analítica non vai dar moi ben…
Vou! Vou! Vou! embora..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saudos aos meus,
Xurxo.

Acabo de baixarme O Quinto Elemento, esa película xa antiga do Bruce Willis e Mila Jovovich, da cal sempre me gustou moito,moito, este fragmento que mestura golpes e música…simplemente quería deixalo por aqui para ver se algún seguidor tamén se sentía identificado…
Esperando que vos guste, despídome de todos desexándovos unha boa noite de 16 de abril…
Saúdos,
Xurxiño.

Sheryl Crow fez um especial para VH1 Storytellers e lá ela cantou uma cover de um clássico do Country norteamericano(Bobbie Gentry)…O que mais gosto da cançao é de cómo uma história do dia a dia pode ser contada com um ritmo e um som tao lindos…Lástima que ela tenha um assunto ruim…
Mas merece a pena pegar uma olhadinha, se vc gosta do inglês, aqui aprende vocabulario do campo e da comida tipica nos Estados do Sul dos USA(Mississippi).

Letra:
“It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day
I was out choppin’ cotton and my brother was balin’ hay
And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat
And Mama hollered out the back door “you all remember to wipe your feet”
And then she said “I got some news this mornin’ up at Choctaw Ridge:
Billy Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge”

Seems like nothin’ never comes to no good up at Choctaw Ridge,
And now Billy Joe MacAllister’s jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge (x3)

Esta é a verdadeira historia do conto tradicional infantil…escoitade:

Letra:
“(Spoken
Why don’t you, sit right back,
and I, I may tell you, a tale.
A tale of three, little pigs,
and a BIG, BAD, WOLFFF.
Well the first little piggy, well he was kinda hick.
He spent most of his days, just a dreamin of the city.
And then one day, he bought a guitar.
He moved to Hollywood, to become a star.
But, living on the farm, he knew nothing of the city.
Built his house out of straw, what a pity.
And then one day, jammin on some chords,
along came the wolf, knocking on his door.
(Chorus)
Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.
NOT BY THE HAIR OF MY CHINNY, CHIN, CHIN!!
Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.
NOT BY THE HAIR OF MY CHINNY, CHIN, CHIN!!
Well I’m huffin, I’m puffin, I’ll blow your house in.
Huffin, puffin, blow your house in.
Huffin, puffin, blow your house in.
Huffin and a puffin and I’ll blow your house in!!!
Well the second little piggy, well he was kinda stoked.
He spent most of his time just a gone just smokin.
Huffin and a puffin down on Venice Beach.
Getting paid money for religious speech.
He built his shelter from what he garbage picked.
Mostly made up of old cans and sticks.
Then one day he was cranking out Bob Marley,
and along came the Wolf on his big bad Harley.
(Chorus)
Well the third little piggy, the grade A student.
His daddy was a rock star, named Pig Nugent.
Earned his Masters Degree, from Harvard College.
Built his house from his architect knowledge.
A tri-level mansion, Hollywood Hills.
Daddy’s rock stardom, paid for the bills.
And then one day came the old house smasher
the BIG BAD WOLF THE LITTLE PIGGY SLASHER.
(Chorus)
Well the big bad Wolf,
well he huffed, and he puffed, all that he could.
And low and behold the little piggy’s house stood.
IT’S MADE OUT OF CONCRETE! the little piggy shouted.
The wolf just frowned, as he pouted.
So they called nine-eleven, like any piggy would.
The sent out RAMBO, just as fast, as they could.
(Rambo)
YO, WOLF-FACE, I’M YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE, YOUR ASS IS MINE!!!
Well the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see.
So thats to end the story, for you and me.
If you still give a listen, you just may, here a big wolf or little piggy say.
(Chorus)
And the moral of the story is, ‘ A band with no talent can easily amuse
idiots, with a stupid, puppet show.”

Faz uns dias saiu publicado em alguma revista dos USA esses artistas que mesmo estando já mortos ainda continuavam a vender e ganhar muita, muita, grana estando dentro do Caixao.
Anos atrás a Wendy James do Transvision Vamp já falava desses famosos que foram nascidos pra vender…e lembrei dessa cançao quando assisti a nova na Tv…Espero que vocês gostem.
Um abraço,
Xurxinho.

Letra:
“From Elvis Presley to Marilyn
Cassius Clay to Billy the Kid
From Jackie O to J.F.K.
Little Richard and Lady Day…
Everyone played a different role, Baby…
they were born to be sold,(x3)
Now all I know is all I see
And what I am I choose to be
I don’t need no one to bleed for me
I’m gonna make my own history
Here comes the news,
alright… I was born to be sold
All you hot shot, big buck Sweet talking, side walking Foot tapping, tail
wagging Back stabbing, money grabbing Slaves of gold
I’m telling you, I don’t need to be told
I cross my heart, rock my soul… Baby
I was born to be sold (x3)
From Valentino to Fonteyne
Al Capone to John Wayne
From Harley D to Lenny Bruce
Harry Dean to Betty Blue
From Sister Sue to Judy Teen
Marty Wilde to Morrisey
From Johnny Rotten to Charlie Chaplin
Madonna Ciccone to Little Satnin
And back to Elvis and Marilyn
Sugar Ray and Billy the Kid
Jackie O, J.F.K., Little Richard and Lady Day
I was born to be sold (x3)”