Radiohead

1

That there
That's not me
I go
I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here

How to disappear completely

2

But I'm a creep, 
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

Creep

3

I was dropped from
Moonbeams
And sailed on shooting stars

Sail to the moon

4

One day, I am gonna grow wings, 
a chemical reaction, 
hysterical and useless 

Let Down

5

nice dream (if you think that you're strong enough)
nice dream (if you think you belong enough)

(Now come home, now come home)
(Now come home, now come home)

nice dream, nice dream
nice dream, nice dream

(nice dream)

7

Such a pretty house 
and such a pretty garden. 

No alarms and no surprises (get me outta here), 
no alarms and no surprises (get me outta here), 
no alarms and no surprises, please. 

No surprises

8

I need to wash myself again to hide all the dirt and pain
'cause I'd be scared that there's nothing underneath
And who are my real friends?
Have they all got the bends?
Am I really sinking this low?

The bends

9

You are the sun and moon and stars are you
And I could never run away from you
You try at working out chaotic things
And why, should I believe myself not you?
It's like the world is gonna end so soon
And why should I believe myself?
You, me and everything caught in the fire
I can see me drowning
Caught in the fire.

You

10

No matter what happens now
I won't be afraid
Because I know today has been the most perfect day I've ever seen.

Videotape

Another sunny day

The lovin is a mess what happened to all of the feelin?

I thought it was for real; babies, rings and fools kneeling

And word on pledging trust and lifetimes stretching forever

So what went wrong? It was a lie, it crumbled apart

ghost figures of past, present, future haunting the heart

Belle and Sebastian

Caterina

Poi arrivò il mattino e col mattino un angelo
e quell'angelo eri tu, con due spalle uccellino
in un vestito troppo piccolo e con gli occhi ancora blu.
E la chitarra veramente la suonavi molto male,
però quando cantavi sembrava Carnevale,
e una bottiglia ci bastava per un pomeriggio intero,
a raccontarlo oggi non sembra neanche vero.
E la vita Caterina, lo sai, non è comoda per nessuno,
quando vuoi gustare fino in fondo tutto il suo profumo.
Devi rischiare la notte, il vino e la malinconia,
la solitudine e le valigie di un amore che vola via.
E cinquecento catenelle che si spezzano in un secondo
e non ti bastano per piangere le lacrime di tutto il mondo.
Chissà se in quei momenti ti ricordi della mia faccia,
quando la notte scende e ti si gelano le braccia.
Ma se soltanto per un attimo potessi averti accanto
forse non ti direi niente ma ti guarderei soltanto.
Chissà se giochi ancora con i riccioli sull'orecchio
o se guardandomi negli occhi mi troveresti un pò più vecchio.
E quanti mascalzoni hai conosciuto e quante volte hai chiesto aiuto,
ma non ti è servito a niente.
Caterina questa tua canzone la vorrei veder volare
sopra i tetti di Firenze per poterti conquistare.
De Gregori

A Century of Elvis - Belle and Sebastian

We were sitting in the living room on the sofa, the wrong way round, looking out the window. It was quiet, and then in the car park across the road we saw Elvis - look, there beside the postman's van, and he was walking round the postman's van, looking in the open door. He looked as if he was thinking about getting in, but then the postman came back, and he swaggered off, walked past the window and down the stairs, and then at the bottom of the stairs right by the caretaker's office, he started licking the pavement. Every night now since we moved in that new house there's this noise outside the door at just about half seven or eight o' clock every night. And if we go and look outside the door, Elvis'll be standing there waiting to be let in. And then he wanders into the living room, maybe sits down on one of the chairs or even lies down on the floor. He doesn't say much, he just stays there for an hour or two, watching the TV. We talk to him a bit, and then around ten o' clock, he'll go away again, and not come back until the next night. There's a lot of lanes and stuff around here, around the house - although it's right in the middle of the city it seems quite like the country, it's dead hidden - safe I suppose, made for night living. There's a lot of squirrels and birds, and Stuart says he's seen about nine foxes there when he's jumped over the fence on his way to Prior's Road. Sometimes you can go out walking, and when you've been out for a wee while even you don't know where you are anymore, so it would be pretty hard for anyone else to find you. I suppose that's why he spends so much time there, that's why he's come to live there, or maybe it's just the squirrels. I read about somewhere that he likes squirrels quite a lot. There's these two videos that we got for wedding presents - called the e-files, e-files one and e-files two about how Elvis is supposed to be still alive. And one time when he came round we were watching one of those, but he didn't say anything he just sat on the armchair. He was playing with his collar a bit, and we watched it right through and then when it finished he just got up and walked off into the mist and didn't say anything. the first few times he came round I didn't speak to him at all, I wasn't really sure what to say. And Karen spoke to him quite a lot - she seemed to know what to do more than I do. He had quite a strange manner though, he'd go into your stuff and look through it, then he'd maybe pick something up and play with it for a wee while, but he'd never make any comment about any of it. Seemed pretty rude to me. I just watched whatever Karen did, and listened to how she talked to him and then, after a while I started to copy that, and tell him a few things, not really bothered about whether he responded or said anything back or not. I think the first time I spoke to him we were sitting up on the mezzanine and I said that I would tell him about me and wee Karen, and how it was that we'd come to be living there. I thought he probably liked the fact that we were living there because he came round so much, so I thought he might want to know how it was that it came about. We did it all over backwards, I told him. First of all we got to know each other, and then a while after that we met, and when we'd known each other for about seven years we decided to have an anniversary, and that went quite well, so after the anniversary we had a honeymoon, and that went well too, so after that we decided that we would get married. That's why we're living there now. I used to think my dad was Elvis, but I haven't told him that yet. I haven't told my dad either...

R.E.M. - Nightswimming (British Version)

Un poco más de recuerdos melancólicos.

REM - The Sidewinder Sleeps Tonight

Fue en la primavera del 94. Jamás seré capaz de olvidar sus ojos y esta canción por mucho tiempo que pase siempre me llevará a aquellos días. Cuando aún pensaba que iba a estudiar periodismo y y me moría por una mirada en el patio. Mi vida amorosa siempre estará marcada por la forma en la que me enamoré de Elisa y por cómo la miraba desde la ventana de mi clase. Divina Elisa...

Tilly and the Wall - Rainbows in the Dark

Para María

I love my jeans-Camera Obscura

Para probar nada mejor que una canción de esta gentecilla

REM - At my most beautiful

I've found a way to make you
I've found a way
A way to make you smile
I read bad poetry
Into your machine
I save your messages
Just to hear your voice
You always listen carefully
To awkward rhymes
You always say your name,
Like I wouldn't know it's you,
At your most beautiful
At my most beautiful
I count your eyelashes, secretly
With every one,
whisper I love you
I let you sleep
I know you're closed eye
watching me, Listening
I thought I saw a smile

CAMERA OBSCURA - Keep it clean

Does it make you happy to ignore me on streets?
I guess by now you think I’m weak
I wish you could have said something before now
I wouldn’t share a bag of chips with you
In my opinion you don’t have a clue
I’m being cruel I’m being cruel
I don’t want to be part of your scene
I’ll stick with him and keep my nose clean
You’re the one pretending to be licking stamps
All alone in a room following lines on maps
It’s clear you don’t want me here
How about I send you a book on nutrition
You can stop spoon-feeding me non-fiction
Just for a while, I will fake a smile
I don’t want to be part of your scene
I’ll stick with him and keep my nose clean
Why did you say she was a friend of mine?
I thought it was me you couldn’t stand
I’m confused I will win you will lose
You’ve taken to phoning my house when you’re drunk
Confessing all your love
I wish you could have said so before now
I don’t want to be part of your scene
I’ll stick with him and keep my nose clean

NADADORA - Siempre te alejas en las tardes

ya es muy tarde, se acaba diciembre,
pero sigo aquí, escribiéndote como siempre,
y hace frío en la calle,
se instala en mis huesos,
espero que sea frío, tan solo eso,
a veces me cuesta sonreír
y no se muy bien qué decir
cuando me preguntas porqué
¿por qué estás aquí?
pero lo cierto es que siento que ya,
no puedo rescatar palabras de la confusión,
de todo lo que gira a mi alrededor,
y pienso que he perdido la imaginación,
ahora que el silencio se esparce,
me pregunto porqué siempre te alejas en las tardes,
siempre te alejas en las tardes.

Maga - Piedraluna


Ella salió de casa
con la Vía Láctea tatuada en la cara
mientras murmuraba
¿cómo pueden hablar de lo que no saben?

Si me dan la espalda no sabrán
cuánto sol le he vendido al mar
por tempestad

Ella salió de casa
con la Vía Láctea tatuada en la cara
mientras murmuraba, iba leyendo
lo que el cielo escribía con sombras
sobre la acera gris
¿cómo pueden hablar de lo que no saben?

Si me dan la espalda no sabrán
cuánto sol le he vendido al mar
por tempestad

Si ya tienen el rumor
¿para qué quieren la verdad?

"Nowhere Near"

Do you know how I feel
How I feel about you
Do you know this is real
How I feel around you
When I see you look at me
I'm not sure of anything
All I know is when you smile
I believe in everything
Do you know how I dream
How I dream about you
Do you know how I feel
Do you know...
Do you know how I feel
How I feel about you
Doesn't take much to tel
That I love, oh, I...
Everyone is here, but you're nowhere near

Quién fuera Silvio Rodríguez...

Estoy buscando una palabra
en el umbral de tu misterio.

¿Quién fuera Alí Babá?
¿Quién fuera el mítico Simbad?
¿Quién fuera un poderoso sortilegio?
¿Quién fuera encantador?

Estoy buscando una escafandra,
al pie del mar de los delirios.

¿Quién fuera Jacques Cousteau?
¿Quién fuera Nemo el capitán?
¿Quién fuera el batiscafo de tu abismo?
¿Quién fuera explorador?

Corazón oscuro,
corazón con muros
corazón que se esconde,
corazón que está donde,
corazón en fuga,
herido de dudas de amor.

Estoy buscando melodía
para tener cómo llamarte.
¿Quién fuera ruiseñor?
¿Quién fuera Lennon y McCartney,
Sindo Garay, Violeta, Chico Buarque?
¿Quién fuera tu trovador?

Corazón oscuro,
corazón con muros
corazón que se esconde,
corazón que está donde,
corazón en fuga,
herido de dudas de amor.

Il cielo in una stanza - Gino Paoli


Quando sei qui con me
questa stanza non ha più pareti
ma alberi, alberi infiniti
quando sei qui vicino a me
questo soffitto viola no,
non esiste più io vedo il cielo sopra noi
che restiamo qui
abbandonati come se non ci fosse più niente
più niente al mondo
suona un'armonica mi sembra un organo
che vibra per te per me
su nell'immensità del cielo
per te e per me nel ciel.

Senza fine - Gino Paoli

Senza fine
Tu trascini la nostra vita
Senza un attimo di respiro
Per sognare
Per potere ricordare
Ciò che abbiamo già vissuto
Senza fine,
tu sei un attimo senza fine
Non hai ieri
Non hai domani
Tutto è ormai nelle tue mani
Mani grandi
Mani senza fine
Non m'importa della luna
Non m'importa delle stelle
Tu per me sei luna e stelle
Tu per me sei sole e cielo
Tu per me sei tutto quanto
Tutto quanto io voglio avere
Senza fine...

The Chills - Peter Bjorn And John

Your tongue is sharp
but I miss the taste of it

You said time heals
there's not enough of it

The lessons are too cruel
to keep to lock the door to hide the key

To hear you cast a spell so sweet
to still have hours left to sleep

Your fear is crowdin'
And there is still
no place
for someone
like me to fill

Don't know about luck
but I know the lack of it

Don't know about luck
but I'm losing track of it

The lessons are too cruel
to keep to lock the door to go to sleep

I know that time until it kills
You're giving me the chills

Your fear is crowdin'
And there is still
no place
for someone
like me to fill

The lessons are too cruel
to keep to lock the door to hide the key

to hear you cast a spell so sweet
and still have hours left to sleep

Your fear is crowdin'
And there is still
no place
for someone
like me to fill

The lessons are too cruel to keep
to lock the door to go to sleep

I know that time until it kills

You're giving me the chills
I know that time until it kills
you're giving me the chills
you're giving me the chills
you're giving me the chills

Georges Brassens

LE PARAPLUIE

Il pleuvait fort sur la grand-route,

Elle cheminait sans parapluie,

J'en avait un, volé sans doute

Le matin même à un ami.

Courant alors à sa rescousse,

Je lui propose un peu d'abri

En séchant l'eau de sa frimousse,

D'un air très doux elle m'a dit oui.

Un petit coin de parapluie,

Contre un coin de Paradis.

Elle avait quelque chose d'un ange,

Un petit coin de Paradis,

Contre un coin de parapluie.

Je ne perdait pas au change,

Pardi!

Chemin faisant que se fut tendre

D'ouïr à deux le chant joli

Que l'eau du ciel faisait entendre

Sur le toit de mon parapluie.

J'aurais voulu comme au déluge,

voir sans arrêt tomber la pluie,

Pour la garder sous mon refuge,

Quarante jours, Quarante nuits.

Mais bêtement, même en orage,

Les routes vont vers des pays.

Bientôt le sien fit un barrage

A l'horizon de ma folie.

Il a fallut qu'elle me quitte,

Après m'avoir dit grand merci.

Et je l'ai vue toute petite

Partir gaiement vers mon oubli.