lunes, 28 de enero de 2008
Things are going to slide, slide in all directions

Give me back my broken night / my mirrored room, my secret life / it's lonely here, / there's no one left to torture / Give me absolute control / over every living soul / And lie beside me, baby, / that's an order!

Give me crack and anal sex / Take the only tree that's left / and stuff it up the hole / in your culture / Give me back the Berlin wall / give me Stalin and St Paul / I've seen the future, brother: / it is murder.

Things are going to slide, slide in all directions / Won't be nothing / Nothing you can measure anymore / The blizzard, the blizzard of the world / has crossed the threshold / and it has overturned / the order of the soul / When they said REPENT REPENT / I wonder what they meant / When they said REPENT REPENT / I wonder what they meant / When they said REPENT REPENT / I wonder what they meant.

You don't know me from the wind / you never will, you never did / I'm the little jew / who wrote the Bible / I've seen the nations rise and fall / I've heard their stories, heard them all / but love's the only engine of survival / Your servant here, he has been told / to say it clear, to say it cold: / It's over, it ain't going / any further / And now the wheels of heaven stop / you feel the devil's riding crop / Get ready for the future: / it is murder.

Things are going to slide ...

There'll be the breaking of the ancient / western code / Your private life will suddenly explode / There'll be phantoms / There'll be fires on the road / and the white man dancing / You'll see a woman / hanging upside down / her features covered by her fallen gown / and all the lousy little poets / coming round / tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson / and the white man dancin'.

Give me back the Berlin wall / Give me Stalin and St Paul / Give me Christ / or give me Hiroshima / Destroy another fetus now / We don't like children anyhow / I've seen the future, baby: / it is murder.

Things are going to slide ...

When they said REPENT REPENT ...

LEONARD COHEN (1992) THE FUTURE


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MUSIC FROM THE MOTION PICTURE NATURAL BORN KILLERS (1995)


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posted by El Trompo Promiscuo el lunes, enero 28, 2008 | Completito | 0 Lo han dicho
lunes, 21 de enero de 2008
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
“The first rule of fight club is you: don't talk about fight club.The second rule of fight club is: you don't talk about fight club.The third rule of fight club is: when someone says "stop" or goes limp, the fight is over. Fourth rule is: only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule: one fight at a time. Sixth rule: no shirts, no shoes. Seventh rule: fights go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first night at fight club, you have to fight.”
Chuck Palahniuk (1996) - Fight Club.





Oh - stop

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground / Try this trick and spin it, yeah / Your head will collapse / But there's nothing in it / And you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind? / Where is my mind? / Where is my mind?

Way out in the water / See it swimmin'

I was swimmin' in the Caribbean / Animals were hiding behind the rocks / Except the little fish / But they told me, he swears / Tryin' to talk to me, coy koi.

Where is my mind? / Where is my mind? / Where is my mind?

Way out in the water / See it swimmin'

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground / Try this trick and spin it, yeah / Your head will collapse / If there's nothing in it / And you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind? / Where is my mind? / Where is my mind?

Oh / With your feet in the air and your head on the ground / Oh
Try this trick and spin it, yeah /Oh / Oh

THE PIXIES (1988) - WHERE IS MY MIND?




MUSIC FROM THE MOTION PICTURE FIGHT CLUB(1999)

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posted by El Trompo Promiscuo el lunes, enero 21, 2008 | Completito | 1 Lo han dicho
viernes, 18 de enero de 2008
Stop beatin' 'round the bush, hey




(...)
“Some of my favorite songs: "Only Love Can Break Your Heart" by Neil Young; "Last Night I Dreamed That Somebody Loved Me" by the Smiths; "Call Me" by Aretha Franklin; "I Don't Want to Talk About It" by anybody. And then there's "Love Hurts" and "When Love Breaks Down" and "How Can You Mend a Broken Heart" and "The Speed of the Sound of Loneliness" and "She's Gone" and "I Just Don't Know What to Do with Myself "and . . . some of these songs I have listened to around once a week, on average (three hundred times in the first month, every now and again thereafter), since I was sixteen or nineteen or twenty-one. How can that not leave you bruised somewhere? How can that not turn you into the sort of person liable to break into little bits when your first love goes all wrong? What came first, the music or the misery? Did I listen to music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to music? Do all those records turn you into a melancholy person?
People worry about kids playing with guns, and teenagers watching violent videos; we are scared that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands, of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss. The unhappiest people I know, romantically speaking, are the ones who like pop music the most; and I don't know whether pop music has caused this unhappiness, but I do know that they've been listening to the sad songs longer than they've been living the unhappy lives”.

Nick Hornby (1995) – High Fidelity


I've been really tryin', baby / Tryin' to hold back this feelin' for so long / And if you feel like I feel, baby / Then come on, oh, come on / Whoo, let's get it on / Ah, babe, let's get it on / Let's love, baby / Let's get it on, sugar / Let's get it on / Whoo-ooh-ooh

We're all sensitive people / With so much to give / Understand me, sugar / Since we got to be / Let's live / I love you

There's nothin' wrong / With me lovin' you / Baby, no, no / And givin' yourself to me can never be wrong / If the love is true / Oh, babe, ooh, ooh

Don't you know / How sweet and wonderful life can be? / Whoo-ooh / I'm askin' you, baby / To get it on with me / Ooh, ooh, ooh

I ain't gonna worry, I ain't gonna push / Won't push you, baby / So come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, baby / Stop beatin' 'round the bush, hey

Let's get it on, ooh, ooh / Let's get it on / You know what I'm talkin' 'bout / Come on, baby, hey, hey / Let your love come out / If you believe in love / Let's get it on, ooh, ooh / Let's get it on, baby / This minute, oh yeah / Let's get it on / Please, please, get it on / Hey, hey

I know you know / What I've been dreamin' of / Don't you, baby? / My whole body is in love / Whoo

I ain't gonna worry, no, I ain't gonna push / I won't push you, baby, whoo / Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, darlin' / Stop beatin' 'round the bush, hey

Gonna get it on / Beggin' you, baby, I want to get it on / You don't have to worry that it's wrong / If the spirit moves you, let me groove you good / Let your love come down / Oh, get it on, come on, baby

Do you know I mean it? / I've been sanctified / Hey, hey / Girl, you give me good feelings, so good

Nothin' wrong with love / If you want to love me / Just let yourself go / Oh, baby / Let's get it on


MARVIN GAYE (1973) LET's GET IT ON


MUSIC FROM THE MOTION PICTURE HIGH FIDELITY (2000)



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posted by El Trompo Promiscuo el viernes, enero 18, 2008 | Completito | 0 Lo han dicho
No matter what we got out of this, I know well never forget
We all came out to Montreux / On the lake Geneva shoreline / To make records with a mobile / We didn’t have much time / Frank Zappa and the Mothers / Were at the best place around / But some stupid with a flare gun / Burned the place to the ground / Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

They burned down the gambling house / It died with an awful sound / Funky Claude was running in and out / Pulling kids out the ground / When it all was over / We had to find another place / But Swiss time was running out / It seemed that we would lose the race / Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

We ended up at the grand hotel / It was empty cold and bare / But with the rolling truck stones thing just outside / Making our music there / With a few red lights and a few old beds / We make a place to sweat / No matter what we get out of this / I know well never forget / Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

DEEP PURPLE (1972) – SMOKE ON THE WATER


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posted by El Trompo Promiscuo el viernes, enero 18, 2008 | Completito | 0 Lo han dicho