<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510995584792519542</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:10:22.876-03:00</updated><category term='Elton John'/><category term='Pedro Aznar'/><category term='Calamaro'/><category term='Led Zeppelin'/><category term='Los Rodríguez'/><category term='Joan Osborne'/><category term='Cranberries'/><category term='Fabiana Cantilo'/><category term='U2'/><title type='text'>Glob de music</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globdemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510995584792519542/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globdemusic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Free Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15324869276197614783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S91KuDoDYI/SJHIAwDmNII/AAAAAAAAAHw/KQ-CLkvndxo/S220/escanear0008.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510995584792519542.post-7895813418380781539</id><published>2009-07-21T01:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:51:49.430-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fools like me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lisa Loeb&lt;/em&gt; interpreta este tema que llego a mi por casualidad. Mejor no puede ilustrar lo que me toca vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fools Like Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody go&lt;br /&gt;The party's over&lt;br /&gt;I want to be alone in my head&lt;br /&gt;In my bed tonight&lt;br /&gt;You never show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must really love her&lt;br /&gt;You think I don't know&lt;br /&gt;But I do, yeah it's true&lt;br /&gt;I think over is over&lt;br /&gt;I'm right back where I started&lt;br /&gt;(when it comes to wanting you)&lt;br /&gt;I can't have what I wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did, I can&lt;br /&gt;I was, I am&lt;br /&gt;Only human, living, dying&lt;br /&gt;Just like any fool who ever breathed&lt;br /&gt;If love is blind&lt;br /&gt;If love's a drug&lt;br /&gt;It always is&lt;br /&gt;It always was and&lt;br /&gt;Love was surely made for fools like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;I'm tripping I'm sliding around&lt;br /&gt;That's ok&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm excited&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't how I planned it&lt;br /&gt;(wasn't how I planned it&lt;br /&gt;Feet are where I landed&lt;br /&gt;At least I understand it now)&lt;br /&gt;My feet are where I landed&lt;br /&gt;(feet are staying on the ground)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did, I can&lt;br /&gt;I was, I am&lt;br /&gt;Only human, living, dying&lt;br /&gt;Just like any fool who ever breathed&lt;br /&gt;If love is blind&lt;br /&gt;If love's a drug&lt;br /&gt;It always is&lt;br /&gt;It always was and&lt;br /&gt;Love was surely made for fools like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fools like me&lt;br /&gt;Fools like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, I can&lt;br /&gt;I was, I am&lt;br /&gt;Only human, living, dying&lt;br /&gt;Just like any fool who ever breathed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the sanest thing&lt;br /&gt;Or just the sweetest kind of dream&lt;br /&gt;But love was surely made for fools&lt;br /&gt;(Love was surely made for fools)&lt;br /&gt;Love was surely made for fools&lt;br /&gt;(Love was surely made for fools)&lt;br /&gt;Love was surely made for fools like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=6a2977d" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510995584792519542-7895813418380781539?l=globdemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globdemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/7895813418380781539/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3510995584792519542&amp;postID=7895813418380781539' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510995584792519542/posts/default/7895813418380781539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510995584792519542/posts/default/7895813418380781539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globdemusic.blogspot.com/2009/07/fools-like-me.html' title='Fools like me'/><author><name>♪ Lulú ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B621Nmb-Wgs/R7rdSTzwAiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/PuDM65BLk6U/S220/fabi.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510995584792519542.post-574362881605830749</id><published>2009-04-22T22:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:31:44.470-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Led Zeppelin'/><title type='text'>Stairway to Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Creo que esta es una de las mejores canciones que se pudieron haber escrito.. Ni hablar de la banda que la toca... Nada más y nada menos que Led Zeppelin. Es una banda un grupo inglés de rock, considerado uno de los más importantes de ese género y uno de los más populares durante la década de los setenta. Fue fundado en 1968 por el guitarrista Jimmy Page, quien había pertenecido a The Yardbirds, al incluir en su formación a John Paul Jones como bajista y teclista (al que Page conocía de trabajos anteriores con The Yardbirds), al vocalista Robert Plant y a John Bonham a la batería (que coincidió con Plant en The Band of Joy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Más de veinticinco años después de la disgregación de la banda en 1980, la música de Led Zeppelin continúa vendiéndose, disfruta de una amplia difusión radiofónica, y ha demostrado ser una de las bandas más influyentes en la música rock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Disfruten...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=708cf85" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's a lady who's sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All that glitters is gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And she's buying a stairway to heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When she gets there she knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If the stores are all closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With a word she can get what she came for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's a sign on the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But she wants to be sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In a tree by the brook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's a songbird who sings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ooh, it makes me wonder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ooh, it makes me wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Theres a feeling I get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I look to the west,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And my spirit is crying for leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In my thoughts I have seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rings of smoke through the trees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the voices of those who standing looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ooh, it makes me wonder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ooh, it really makes me wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And its whispered that soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If we all call the tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then the piper will lead us to reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And a new day will dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For those who stand long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the forests will echo with laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If there's a bustle in your hedgerow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't be alarmed now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's just a spring clean for the may queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, there are two paths you can go by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But in the long run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Theres still time to change the road youre on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it makes me wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your head is humming and it wont go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In case you don't know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The piper's calling you to join him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And did you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And as we wind on down the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our shadows taller than our soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There walks a lady we all know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who shines white light and wants to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How everything still turns to gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And if you listen very hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The tune will come to you at last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When all are one and one is all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To be a rock and not to roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And she's buying a stairway to heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510995584792519542-574362881605830749?l=globdemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globdemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/574362881605830749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3510995584792519542&amp;postID=574362881605830749' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510995584792519542/posts/default/574362881605830749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510995584792519542/posts/default/574362881605830749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globdemusic.blogspot.com/2009/04/stairway-to-heaven.html' title='Stairway to Heaven'/><author><name>Free Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15324869276197614783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S91KuDoDYI/SJHIAwDmNII/AAAAAAAAAHw/KQ-CLkvndxo/S220/escanear0008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510995584792519542.post-128974497678565046</id><published>2009-03-22T18:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T18:51:37.901-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keane es un grupo británico que saltó a la fama de la mano de un disco, Hopes and Fears, donde no tenían ni guitarra, ni bajo. Con una formación de batería, teclado y voz, llevaron muchos temas de su propia composición a los puestos mas altos de todos los charts musicales. En esta ocación les entrego este tema de su tercera y última producción Perfect Symetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316132819425983202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B621Nmb-Wgs/ScayohiueuI/AAAAAAAAAR8/2K63kwQHCec/s200/Keane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU DON´T SEE ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(KEANE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like beautiful dolls, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all made up and bright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Radiant people, in splintering light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All moving at the speed of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reflected in each others' eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you're moving so fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through this beautiful scene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't see me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh truly we are, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a fortunate few&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who turn on your axis, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;revolve around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All spinning outwards from your sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Passing your reflection on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In your hurry to grasp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything that you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't see me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't see me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't see me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, you don't see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such a beautiful view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess you've seen it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You see nothing at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such a beautiful view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shining so bright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shining so bright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All moving at the speed of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reflecting in each others' eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you're moving with such irresistible speed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't see me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't see me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't see me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, you don't see me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, you don't see me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh oh...Oooo, ooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=e235326" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510995584792519542-128974497678565046?l=globdemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globdemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/128974497678565046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3510995584792519542&amp;postID=128974497678565046' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510995584792519542/posts/default/128974497678565046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510995584792519542/posts/default/128974497678565046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globdemusic.blogspot.com/2009/03/keane-es-un-grupo-britanico-que-salto.html' title=''/><author><name>♪ Lulú ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B621Nmb-Wgs/R7rdSTzwAiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/PuDM65BLk6U/S220/fabi.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B621Nmb-Wgs/ScayohiueuI/AAAAAAAAAR8/2K63kwQHCec/s72-c/Keane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510995584792519542.post-5109946418377131936</id><published>2009-03-11T17:37:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:46:27.295-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><title type='text'>I'll go crazy...</title><content type='html'>Quería pedir disculpas a todo el mundo por mi ausencia, pero especialmente a mi co-equiper Lulú que me bancó por todo este tiempo y no me puteó ni nada por el estilo (al aire, estoy seguro que alguna puteada por lo bajo me habrá mandado jeje). Pero en serio, pido mil disculpas por todos los males ocasionados (?), y por mi desaparición... Prosigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para remendar mi error, quiero poner una canción que estoy completamente seguro que a mi querida amiga Lulú le va a gustar, porque tanto ella como yo somos dos locos de U2. Y encima, ahora que tienen álbum nuevo (espectacular a mi entender...) quería poner una de las canciones que me parece es una de las mejores de este nuevo disco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción, según dijo el propio Bono, vendría a ser como el "Beautiful Day" de este álbum... Es una canción con una energía especial... Simplemente, genial... Acá les dejo la canción y la letra para que canten un poco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll go crazy if I don't go crazy tonight - U2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=be0d6eb" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;She’s a rainbow and she loves the peaceful life&lt;br /&gt;Knows I’ll go crazy if I don’t go crazy tonight&lt;br /&gt;There’s a part of me in the chaos that’s quiet&lt;br /&gt;And there’s a part if you that wants me to riot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everybody needs to cry or needs to spit&lt;br /&gt;Every sweet tooth needs just a little hit&lt;br /&gt;Every beauty needs to go out with an idiot&lt;br /&gt;How can you stand next to the truth and not see it ?&lt;br /&gt;A change of heart comes slow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s not a hill, it’s a mountain&lt;br /&gt;As you start out the climb&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe me, or are you doubting?&lt;br /&gt;We’re gonna make it all the way to the light&lt;br /&gt;But I know I’ll go crazy if I don’t go crazy tonight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every generation gets a chance to change the world&lt;br /&gt;Pity the nation that won’t listen to your boys and girls&lt;br /&gt;‘Cos the sweetest melody is the one we haven’t heard&lt;br /&gt;Is it true that perfect love drives out all fear ?&lt;br /&gt;The right to appear ridiculous is something I hold dear&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but a change of heart comes slow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s not a hill, it’s a mountain&lt;br /&gt;As you start out the climb&lt;br /&gt;Listen for me, I’ll be shouting&lt;br /&gt;We’re gonna make it all the way to the light&lt;br /&gt;But you now I’ll go crazy if I don’t go crazy tonight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby, baby, baby, I know I’m not alone&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby, I know I’m not alone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s not a hill, it’s a mountain&lt;br /&gt;As you start out the climb&lt;br /&gt;Listen for me, I’ll be shouting&lt;br /&gt;Shouting to the darkness, squeeze out sparks of light&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know we’ll go crazy&lt;br /&gt;You know we’ll go crazy&lt;br /&gt;You know we’ll go crazy if we don’t go crazy tonight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Slowly now&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510995584792519542-5109946418377131936?l=globdemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globdemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/5109946418377131936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3510995584792519542&amp;postID=5109946418377131936' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510995584792519542/posts/default/5109946418377131936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510995584792519542/posts/default/5109946418377131936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globdemusic.blogspot.com/2009/03/ill-go-crazy.html' title='I&apos;ll go crazy...'/><author><name>Free Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15324869276197614783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S91KuDoDYI/SJHIAwDmNII/AAAAAAAAAHw/KQ-CLkvndxo/S220/escanear0008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510995584792519542.post-1483422698998047356</id><published>2009-01-01T23:07:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:24:14.266-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><title type='text'>New Year´s Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B621Nmb-Wgs/SV1r8Ia8ogI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8nJx5gmUrbY/s1600-h/u2_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286500218399662594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B621Nmb-Wgs/SV1r8Ia8ogI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8nJx5gmUrbY/s200/u2_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;U2... en mi opinión, los mejores. Sin mas, les deseo Feliz Año nuevo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All is quiet on new years day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A world in white gets underway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I want to be with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be with you night and day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing changes on new years day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will be with you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will be with you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Under a blood-red sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A crowd has gathered in black and white.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arms entwined, the chosen few,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Newspapers say, it says its true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we can break through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though torn in two we can be one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will begin again, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will begin again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and maybe the time is right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh maybe tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will be with you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will be with you again.A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nd so we are told this is the golden age&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And gold is the reason for the wars we wage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though I want to be with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be with you night and day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing changes on new years day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=5dce10e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510995584792519542-1483422698998047356?l=globdemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globdemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/1483422698998047356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3510995584792519542&amp;postID=1483422698998047356' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510995584792519542/posts/default/1483422698998047356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510995584792519542/posts/default/1483422698998047356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globdemusic.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-day.html' title='New Year´s Day'/><author><name>♪ Lulú ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B621Nmb-Wgs/R7rdSTzwAiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/PuDM65BLk6U/S220/fabi.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B621Nmb-Wgs/SV1r8Ia8ogI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8nJx5gmUrbY/s72-c/u2_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510995584792519542.post-8734020995955653109</id><published>2008-12-21T18:10:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:52:02.283-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elton John'/><title type='text'>Something about the way you look tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esta es una de esas canciones que uno no se cansa de escuchar. No sólo por todo lo que contiene la letra, sino también por la manera en que es cantada por Elton John. Es de esas canciones, como por ejemplo When a man loves a woman de Bryan Adams, que demuestran en un par de versos, cómo se siente uno cuando está enamorado, lo que se siente al momento de pasar aunque sea un par de segundos con esa persona que le importa tanto a uno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplemente, nos quitan el aliento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Something about the way you look tonight - Elton John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time&lt;br /&gt;I was everything and nothing all in one&lt;br /&gt;When you found me&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling like a cloud across the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to tell you&lt;br /&gt;How you light up every second of the day&lt;br /&gt;But in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;You just shine like a beacon on the bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;But it's something about the way you look tonight&lt;br /&gt;Takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;It's that feeling I get about you, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;And I can't describe&lt;br /&gt;But it's something about the way you look tonight&lt;br /&gt;Takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;The way you look tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your smile&lt;br /&gt;You pull the deepest secrets from my heart&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty&lt;br /&gt;I'm speechless and I don't know where to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;But it's something about the way you look tonight&lt;br /&gt;Takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;It's that feeling I get about you, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;And I can't describe&lt;br /&gt;But it's something about the way you look tonight&lt;br /&gt;Takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;The way you look tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;But it's something about the way you look tonight&lt;br /&gt;Takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;It's that feeling I get about you, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;And I can't describe&lt;br /&gt;But it's something about the way you look tonight&lt;br /&gt;Takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;The way you look tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=c8c46f9" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMjk4MDg1ODU*NjgmcHQ9MTIyOTgwODcwNjM3NSZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPWVmZjA2OTQwOGQzYjQwMGY4Yjg1OWZmMmY5YzU3Yjc1.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510995584792519542-8734020995955653109?l=globdemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globdemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/8734020995955653109/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3510995584792519542&amp;postID=8734020995955653109' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510995584792519542/posts/default/8734020995955653109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510995584792519542/posts/default/8734020995955653109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globdemusic.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-about-way-you-look-tonight.html' title='Something about the way you look tonight'/><author><name>Free Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15324869276197614783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S91KuDoDYI/SJHIAwDmNII/AAAAAAAAAHw/KQ-CLkvndxo/S220/escanear0008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510995584792519542.post-6233881460041216740</id><published>2008-12-13T08:54:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:12:17.662-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joan Osborne'/><title type='text'>One uf Us</title><content type='html'>En los 90´s salta una pregunta que muchos se la hicieron mas de una vez: "Qué pasaría si Dios fuera uno de nosotros?". Lanzaba la pregunta al aire &lt;a href="http://www.joanosborne.com/site.php"&gt;Joan Osborne&lt;/a&gt; exactamente en 1995 . Para el año entrante la producción Relish, a la cual pertenece este tema, ya estaba nominada a Mejor Disco del año en los Grammys, y la canción One of Us también lo estaba como Tema del año. La cantante estadounidense, de los mismos pagos que Janis Joplin...Kentuky, realiza este tema planteando la pregunta que millones de personas se preguntan diariamente, y la vuelca en este tema donde la religión esta presente, pero sin presiones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of Us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God had a name, what would it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And would you call it to his face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you were faced with him in all his glory &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What would you ask if you had just one question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah yeah God is great &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah yeah God is good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if God was one of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a slob like one of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a stranger on the bus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trying to make his way home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God had a face what would it look like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And would you want to see If seeing meant that you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;would have to believe In things like heaven &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and in jesus and the saints and all the prophets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah yeah god is great &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah yeah god is good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if God was one of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a slob like one of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a stranger on the bus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trying to make his way home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's trying to make his way home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back up to heaven all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nobody calling on the phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Except for the pope maybe in rome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah yeah God is great &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah yeah God is good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if god was one of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a slob like one of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a stranger on the bus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trying to make his way home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just trying to make his way home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a holy rolling stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back up to heaven all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just trying to make his way home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nobody calling on the phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Except for the pope maybe in rome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Epow4VXhnW0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Epow4VXhnW0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510995584792519542-6233881460041216740?l=globdemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globdemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/6233881460041216740/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3510995584792519542&amp;postID=6233881460041216740' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510995584792519542/posts/default/6233881460041216740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510995584792519542/posts/default/6233881460041216740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globdemusic.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-uf-us.html' title='One uf Us'/><author><name>♪ Lulú ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B621Nmb-Wgs/R7rdSTzwAiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/PuDM65BLk6U/S220/fabi.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510995584792519542.post-5751307924613722755</id><published>2008-12-08T13:49:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:53:17.102-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calamaro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Rodríguez'/><title type='text'>Salud (Dinero y Amor)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esta es una canción compuesta por Andrés Calamaro, el cual en la época de realizarla, se encontraba unido a la banda Los Rodríguez, la cual se formó en España en 1990, cuando Calamaro estaba en el país hispánico por trabajo. Ahí se encuentra con Ariel Rot, otro argentino que ya había tocado antes con Calamaro, y el español Julián Infante, quien había tocado con Rot. A ellos se les sumó Germán Vilella, otro español, y le dieron el nombre de "Los Rodríguez" a la banda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esta canción sale en 1993, dentro del disco "Sin Documentos" junto con otros temazos de la banda, como Sin Documentos, Me estás atrapando otra vez y Dulce Condena. Es una de mis preferidas, desde siempre, pero es especial porque al momento de terminar con una ex hace un año casi, me levantaba el ánimo por razones que no puedo explicar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salud (Dinero y Amor) - Los Rodríguez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brindo por las mujeres que derrochan simpatía, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brindo por los que vuelven con las luces de otro día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brindo porque recuerdo tu cuerpo, pero olvidé tu cara, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brindo por lo que tuve porque ya no tengo nada... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brindo por el momento en que tu y yo nos conocimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Y por los corazones que se han roto en el camino. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brindo por el recuerdo y también por el olvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brindo porque esta noche un amigo paga el vino... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque la vida es dura por el fin de la amargura, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brindo porque me olvido los motivos porque brindo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brindo con lo que sea que caiga hoy en el vaso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brindo por la victoria, por el empate y por el fracaso... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brindo por seguir queriéndote toda la vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Casi esta lleno el vaso con la sangre de otra herida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brindo con emoción pero también brindo con frialdad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que la salud no falte a toda la humanidad... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desde un rincón del mundo... brindo contigo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Caiga quien caiga brindo sobre la luz de una vela, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Toda la noche brindo y que la mañana venga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No es un momento triste, ya que brindo con amigos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brindo por el futuro con la noche de testigo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si alguna vez no brindo siquiera por tonterías, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brindaré con silencio por la fortuna perdida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brindaré muy en serio por una vez en la vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brindo hasta la cirrosis por la vacuna del sida... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desde un rincón del mundo...brindo contigo...salud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=27d3d38" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMjg3NTYwNjU1NjImcHQ9MTIyODc1NjA3NTI4MSZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPWY3NTVlMTMwODRjNTQ1NTNiY2Q5MzJhM2MxYTBkMGVk.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510995584792519542-5751307924613722755?l=globdemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globdemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/5751307924613722755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3510995584792519542&amp;postID=5751307924613722755' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510995584792519542/posts/default/5751307924613722755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510995584792519542/posts/default/5751307924613722755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globdemusic.blogspot.com/2008/12/salud-dinero-y-amor.html' title='Salud (Dinero y Amor)'/><author><name>Free Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15324869276197614783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S91KuDoDYI/SJHIAwDmNII/AAAAAAAAAHw/KQ-CLkvndxo/S220/escanear0008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510995584792519542.post-2736979671260973542</id><published>2008-11-30T18:15:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:07:15.714-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fabiana Cantilo'/><title type='text'>Loca Tuca de Dios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B621Nmb-Wgs/STL8FO1rJvI/AAAAAAAAAPw/31HrBftFw7M/s1600-h/2+Fabi+Cantilo+Loca+Tuca+de+Dios.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274555280417040114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B621Nmb-Wgs/STL8FO1rJvI/AAAAAAAAAPw/31HrBftFw7M/s320/2+Fabi+Cantilo+Loca+Tuca+de+Dios.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;En 1995 Fabiana Cantilo edita su quinto álbum llamado "Sol en 5" producido por Pedro Aznar. Este disco cuenta con invitados como Gabriel Carambula, Fito Paez, Claudia Puyo y David Lebon, y con esta producción, en ese año, gana el premio Ace a mejor cantante femenina de Rock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loca Tuca de Dios es un tango compuesto por Fito Paez. En la grabación participan solo tres monstruos del rock nacional, Fito en piano, Pedro Aznar en contrabajo y Fabi en la voz. El clima que genera es placentero, de intimidad, hasta comienza con el leve sonido de una chimenea, amenizando un tango que desgarra dolor. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;object width="200" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2uPZkCl0aKo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2uPZkCl0aKo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="120"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Solo un touch y se fue Loca tuca de Dios &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pude ver me hizo ver su infinito dolor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y al hablarme, solo y ciego frente al mar su ocaso &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nena, nadie presiente el final &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caminé por ahí, bajo el sol, bajo el sol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me reí, me reí, de mi absurda pasión &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y al cruzarme con mi vieja y el zaguán de casa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me piantó un lagrimón,y voló, voló &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lo que tengas ahí necesito besar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tu sonrisa sin fin y mi miedo mortal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ya lo sé, ya lo sé, no te quiero cansar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;con mi tango feliz, con mi herida letal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y así fue, fue que pasamos la vida… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;En la orilla de él nada nuevo pasó &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ella amaba su piel; se abrazó, se abrazó&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; pero un día no sabe qué pasó sus alas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se quebraron, y algo se quebró &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nadie va a devolver lo que el viento llevó, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y a mis pies quiero ver, un hermoso león ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ya cansado de lamer su corazón… en llamas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se devora en su amargo rencor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lo que tengas ahi necesito besar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tu sonrisa sin fin y mi miedo mortal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ya lo sé, ya lo sé, no te quiero cansar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;con mi tango feliz, con mi herida letal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y así fue, fue que pasamos la vida…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loco, loco... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510995584792519542-2736979671260973542?l=globdemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globdemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/2736979671260973542/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3510995584792519542&amp;postID=2736979671260973542' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510995584792519542/posts/default/2736979671260973542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510995584792519542/posts/default/2736979671260973542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globdemusic.blogspot.com/2008/11/loca-tuca-de-dios.html' title='Loca Tuca de Dios'/><author><name>♪ Lulú ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B621Nmb-Wgs/R7rdSTzwAiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/PuDM65BLk6U/S220/fabi.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B621Nmb-Wgs/STL8FO1rJvI/AAAAAAAAAPw/31HrBftFw7M/s72-c/2+Fabi+Cantilo+Loca+Tuca+de+Dios.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510995584792519542.post-4896890267747530985</id><published>2008-11-25T11:44:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:24:18.280-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cranberries'/><title type='text'>Linger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cranberries es una banda irlandesa, que tuvo sus comienzos a fines de la década del 80, principios de los 90. La banda en principio estaba formada por los hermanos Noel y Mike Hagan, guitarrista y bajista, y Feargal, el baterista. También se encontraba el vocalista, llamado Niall, pero el muchacho tenía una voz desastrosa, y sus canciones no eran mejores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eso decidieron que una vocalista femenina le daría un nuevo aire a la banda, por lo que sacaron un clasificado donde requerían los servicios de una vocalista. Al poco tiempo, una chica llamada Dolores O’Riordan apareció en el lugar donde el grupo ensayaba, y escuchó un solo de Noel, el cual lo había hecho la noche anterior. Dolores escuchó atenta, y luego se fue. Al día siguiente, volvió con Linger, una de las mejores canciones del grupo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Linger - The Cranberries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you, if you could return, don't let it burn, don't let it fade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sure I'm not being rude, but it's just your attitude, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's tearing me apart, It's ruining everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I swore, I swore I would be true, and honey, so did you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So why were you holding her hand? Is that the way we stand? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Were you lying all the time? Was it just a game to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you have to let it linger? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, I thought the world of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought nothing could go wrong, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I was wrong. I was wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you, if you could get by, trying not to lie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Things wouldn't be so confused and I wouldn't feel so used, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But you always really knew, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just wanna be with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you have to let it linger? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you have to let it linger? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know I'm such a fool for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you have to let it linger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="150" width="400"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=7e73b21" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="400" height="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510995584792519542-4896890267747530985?l=globdemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globdemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/4896890267747530985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3510995584792519542&amp;postID=4896890267747530985' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510995584792519542/posts/default/4896890267747530985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510995584792519542/posts/default/4896890267747530985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globdemusic.blogspot.com/2008/11/linger.html' title='Linger'/><author><name>Free Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15324869276197614783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S91KuDoDYI/SJHIAwDmNII/AAAAAAAAAHw/KQ-CLkvndxo/S220/escanear0008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510995584792519542.post-3068708135647553463</id><published>2008-11-21T13:10:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:57:59.902-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedro Aznar'/><title type='text'>Amor de Juventud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Pedro Aznar lanza en 1996 "David y Goliath", la placa que contiene&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B621Nmb-Wgs/SSbSCKFjDhI/AAAAAAAAAPY/zkg0NwtliWQ/s1600-h/n1250419699_30082048_9361.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271131348392939026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B621Nmb-Wgs/SSbSCKFjDhI/AAAAAAAAAPY/zkg0NwtliWQ/s200/n1250419699_30082048_9361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt; la maravillosa y casi perfecta versión de "Ya no hay forma de pedir perdón". El tema "Amor de Juventud" lo escuché en el disco en vivo de Aznar-Lebon y sonaba a canción melosa, a una más para enamorarse. Hasta que prestando atención a la letra, descubrí que indefectiblemente habla de amor, pero 4 opciones diferentes de amar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Se divide en tres claras partes. Las dos primeras estrofas, un increible solo (para chapar) y las ultimas dos estrofas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;¿Cuales son las formas de amor??? En la primera estrofa EL AMA A ELLA, en la segunda ELLA LO AMA A EL, en la tercera ELLA AMA A ELLA y en la cuarta EL AMA A EL. Esas son las formas del amor en este tema, pero lo que mas me llamo la atención es la sutilidad de que apenas una letra determina el género, cantado como deslizando el dato, como que tal vez solo una letra puede determinar un mundo diferente al que cada uno elige. Una canción para descubrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="150" width="400"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=8ffc72b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="400" height="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor de juventud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;El&lt;/span&gt; roba rosas por jardines de su barrio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La siesta es cómplice total&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y siempre hay alguien que lo ve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y ríe sin querer volviéndose en el tiempo &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ella&lt;/span&gt; deshoja margaritas en su cuarto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anoche lo trató tan mal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y siempre vuelve a aparecer con ese no sé qué&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que deja sin aliento &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor de juventud, Sus brazos por primera vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor de juventud, Un beso y es el infinito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor de juventud &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ellas&lt;/span&gt; se encuentran a estudiar desde temprano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No hay quien l&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;s pueda separar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y alguna tarde hay algo más, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;una magia sensual que corre por los cuerpos &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;El&lt;/span&gt; busca formas de decirle que l&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; ama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No sabe por dónde empezar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Le lee poemas sin parar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se quiere cerciorar de que &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EL&lt;/span&gt; siente lo mismo &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor de juventud, Sus brazos por primera vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor de juventud, Un beso y es el infinito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor de juventud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510995584792519542-3068708135647553463?l=globdemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globdemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/3068708135647553463/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3510995584792519542&amp;postID=3068708135647553463' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510995584792519542/posts/default/3068708135647553463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510995584792519542/posts/default/3068708135647553463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globdemusic.blogspot.com/2008/11/amor-de-juventud.html' title='Amor de Juventud'/><author><name>♪ Lulú ♪</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_B621Nmb-Wgs/R7rdSTzwAiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/PuDM65BLk6U/S220/fabi.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B621Nmb-Wgs/SSbSCKFjDhI/AAAAAAAAAPY/zkg0NwtliWQ/s72-c/n1250419699_30082048_9361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510995584792519542.post-1329514770457783037</id><published>2008-11-18T10:31:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:00:54.364-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><title type='text'>Y acá vamos de nuevo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Y sí... Lo abrí nuevamente... Y ahora con compañera incluída! Si señores... Lulú se sumó al staff de este intento de blog musical... Admás de mis gustos musicales y boludeces de ese estilo (aunque puede que haya algún que otro video sobre algo totalmente distinto), van a estar los de Lulú, en la cual confío ciegamente... Y para empezar, una de U2... Pongo solo la canción porque todavía no tengo idea de cómo poner videitos de youtube...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All Because Of You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was born a child of grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing else about the place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everything was ugly but your beautiful face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it left me no illusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw you in the curve of the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the shadow cast across my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You heard me in my tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I just heard confusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am...I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like the sound of my own voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't give anyone else a choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An intellectual tortoise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Racing with your bullet train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some people get squashed crossing the tracks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some people got high rises on their backs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not broke but you can see the cracks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can make me perfect again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am...I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm aliveI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'m being born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just arrived, I'm at the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of the place I started out from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I want back inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510995584792519542-1329514770457783037?l=globdemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://globdemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/1329514770457783037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3510995584792519542&amp;postID=1329514770457783037' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510995584792519542/posts/default/1329514770457783037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510995584792519542/posts/default/1329514770457783037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://globdemusic.blogspot.com/2008/11/y-ac-vamos-de-nuevo.html' title='Y acá vamos de nuevo...'/><author><name>Free Rider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15324869276197614783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3S91KuDoDYI/SJHIAwDmNII/AAAAAAAAAHw/KQ-CLkvndxo/S220/escanear0008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
