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Ferry'/><category term='Faith No More'/><category term='Juguete Rabioso'/><category term='Soda Stero'/><category term='Rock Alemán'/><category term='Rene Torash'/><category term='Pop Mexicano'/><category term='Europe'/><category term='Gin Blossoms'/><category term='generalidades'/><category term='La Castañeda'/><title type='text'>Sabby´s Music</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-7425821140086325355</id><published>2011-01-17T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T14:14:16.872-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Mexicano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoé'/><title type='text'>Zoé - Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/in2XUlXE6D4" frameborder="0" width="425" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Corría el año del 2003, y en el radio escuche una canción que parecía una mezcla de algo antiguo, clasico pero a la vez algo nuevo y espacial, totalmente espetral, del disco Rocanlover, Zoé en su segundo disco deja claro que llego para quedarse y trascender como una banda de rock en español de principio de siglo... vean el video y escuchen la canción y dejen su opinión...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Zoé&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En tu planeta me quede&lt;br /&gt;fue por un tiempo&lt;br /&gt;nunca fue mi plan&lt;br /&gt;pero mi nave se averio&lt;br /&gt;y ahora estoy&lt;br /&gt;perdido a qui en mañanas con tres soles&lt;br /&gt;y multiples visiones&lt;br /&gt;montañas transparentes&lt;br /&gt;anemonas de luz particulas de amor&lt;br /&gt;y recuerdos de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En tu planeta me quede&lt;br /&gt;fue por un tiempo&lt;br /&gt;nunca fue mi plan&lt;br /&gt;pero mi nave se averio&lt;br /&gt;y ahora estoy&lt;br /&gt;perdido a qui en mañanas con tres soles&lt;br /&gt;y multiples visiones&lt;br /&gt;montañas transparentes&lt;br /&gt;anemonas de luz particulas de amor&lt;br /&gt;y recuerdos de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;love, love, love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-7425821140086325355?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/7425821140086325355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=7425821140086325355' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/7425821140086325355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/7425821140086325355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2011/01/zoe-love.html' title='Zoé - Love'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/in2XUlXE6D4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-2083491506432816809</id><published>2011-01-17T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T14:01:37.650-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enrique Bunbury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Mexicano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Español'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoé'/><title type='text'>Zoé y Enrique Bunbury - Nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jyfyPe8uJEY" frameborder="0" width="560" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enrique Bunbury como siempre experimentando, ahora se hace complice de una banda mexicana llamada: Zoé, que desde el 1997, andan dando mucha lata dejando muy buena música por donde quiera que se presentan y con cada album que editan, Zoé esta formado por: León Larregui, en las vocales, Sergio Acosta, con la guitarra, Jesus Báez, toca los teclados, Angel Mosqueda, lleva el ritmo con el bajo y completando la alineación Rodrigo Guardiola, dandole golpes magistrales a la batería. Una banda diferente, una banda única, que es digna heredera del estandarte actual de ser la mejor banda de rock mexicana en el momento, (sin ofender a las demás)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada&lt;br /&gt;Zoé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Transfusión, mi magia pura para el corazón&lt;br /&gt;Rimel de miel pa´ corregir la tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Tattoo mental para marcarse la imaginación&lt;br /&gt;Tragos de luz, para alegrarse la vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Televisión, para borrarse de la transmisión&lt;br /&gt;Revólver sexual, para la ruleta rusa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no se tú, ni qué dirás pero no hay nada mucho qué pensar&lt;br /&gt;La oscuridad me acecha incrédula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada que pueda perder,&lt;br /&gt;Nada que no pueda hacer,&lt;br /&gt;Algo que te alivie&lt;br /&gt;Algo que me cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada que pueda perder,&lt;br /&gt;Nada que no pueda hacer,&lt;br /&gt;Algo que te alivie&lt;br /&gt;Algo que me cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transfusión, de magia pura para el corazón&lt;br /&gt;Rimel de miel pa´ corregir la tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Televisión, para borrarse de la transmisión&lt;br /&gt;Revólver sexual, para la ruleta rusa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no se tú, ni qué dirás pero no hay nada mucho qué pensar&lt;br /&gt;La oscuridad me acecha incrédula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada que pueda perder,&lt;br /&gt;Nada que no pueda hacer,&lt;br /&gt;Algo que te alivie&lt;br /&gt;Algo que me cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada que pueda perder,&lt;br /&gt;Nada que no pueda hacer,&lt;br /&gt;Algo que te alivie&lt;br /&gt;Algo que me cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No hay nada que pueda perder&lt;br /&gt;Que no pueda hacer, que no pueda amar, que pueda soñar) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-2083491506432816809?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/2083491506432816809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=2083491506432816809' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/2083491506432816809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/2083491506432816809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2011/01/zoe-y-enrique-bunbury-nada.html' title='Zoé y Enrique Bunbury - Nada'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jyfyPe8uJEY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-5585385365879995824</id><published>2010-12-16T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T19:53:04.747-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collective Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>Collective Soul - Listen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xcxjmi?width=560&amp;amp;theme=none&amp;amp;foreground=%23F7FFFD&amp;amp;highlight=%23FFC300&amp;amp;background=%23171D1B&amp;amp;start=&amp;amp;animatedTitle=&amp;amp;iframe=0&amp;amp;additionalInfos=0&amp;amp;autoPlay=0&amp;amp;hideInfos=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xcxjmi?width=560&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7FFFD&amp;highlight=%23FFC300&amp;background=%23171D1B&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;additionalInfos=0&amp;autoPlay=0&amp;hideInfos=0" width="560" height="420" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xcxjmi_collective-soul-listen_music"&gt;Collective Soul - Listen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cargado por &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/AtlanticRecords"&gt;AtlanticRecords&lt;/a&gt;. - &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/mx/channel/music" target="_self"&gt;Ver más clips de música, videos en HD!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya para completar esta trilogía les dejo la canción Listen, que al igual que la anterior pertenecen al disco de Disciplined Breakdown, en donde en lo personal, esta canción me encanta las guitarras que acompañan toda la canción, por lo que esta por demás que se me hace excelente.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen&lt;br /&gt;Collective Soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey your thirsty&lt;br /&gt;Walking in the desert all alone&lt;br /&gt;Hey you're now searching&lt;br /&gt;Lost in isolation from your soul&lt;br /&gt;The bullets you bite&lt;br /&gt;From the pain you request&lt;br /&gt;You're finding it harder to digest&lt;br /&gt;And the answers you seek&lt;br /&gt;Are the ones you destroy&lt;br /&gt;Your anger's well deployed&lt;br /&gt;Hey why can't you listen&lt;br /&gt;Hey why can't you hear&lt;br /&gt;Hey why can't you listen&lt;br /&gt;As love screams everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Hey you now hunger&lt;br /&gt;Feeding your mind with selfishness&lt;br /&gt;Hey you now wander&lt;br /&gt;Aimlessly around your consciousness&lt;br /&gt;Your prophecies fail&lt;br /&gt;And your thoughts become weak&lt;br /&gt;Silence creates necessity&lt;br /&gt;You're clothing yourself&lt;br /&gt;In the shields of despair&lt;br /&gt;Your courage now impaired&lt;br /&gt;Your crucify all honesty&lt;br /&gt;No signs you see do you believe&lt;br /&gt;And all you words just twist and turn&lt;br /&gt;Reviving just to crash and burn&lt;br /&gt;You're fighting to the bitter end&lt;br /&gt;If only your heart could open up&lt;br /&gt;And listen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-5585385365879995824?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/5585385365879995824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=5585385365879995824' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/5585385365879995824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/5585385365879995824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/12/collective-soul-listen.html' title='Collective Soul - Listen'/><author><name>M. 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Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-841854116944513811</id><published>2010-12-16T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T19:44:51.483-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collective Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>Collective Soul - Precious Declaration</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xcxjnm?width=560&amp;amp;theme=none&amp;amp;foreground=%23F7FFFD&amp;amp;highlight=%23FFC300&amp;amp;background=%23171D1B&amp;amp;start=&amp;amp;animatedTitle=&amp;amp;iframe=0&amp;amp;additionalInfos=0&amp;amp;autoPlay=0&amp;amp;hideInfos=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xcxjnm?width=560&amp;theme=none&amp;foreground=%23F7FFFD&amp;highlight=%23FFC300&amp;background=%23171D1B&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;additionalInfos=0&amp;autoPlay=0&amp;hideInfos=0" width="560" height="420" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xcxjnm_collective-soul-precious-declaratio_music"&gt;Collective Soul - Precious Declaration&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cargado por &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/AtlanticRecords"&gt;AtlanticRecords&lt;/a&gt;. - &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/mx/channel/music" target="_self"&gt;Ver más clips de música, videos en HD!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collective Soul, no se queda con solo su primer exito, ni con su primer album, sino que sigue evolucionando y para mi gusto mejorando, donde Roland muestra letras ingeniosas y de gran profundidad, y lo demuestran en el disco de 1997: Disciplined Breakdown, tercer album de la banda, donde se desprenden los sencillos "Precious Declaration""Listen" y "Blame". Donde las dos primeras canciones pasan a la inmortalidad como unas de las mejores de la banda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción Precious Declaration, refleja el momento en que estaba viviendo la banda, ya que mantenian durante la grabación de este disco un asunto legal con un ex-manager. Solo queda agregar que es una excelente canción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Precious Declaration&lt;br /&gt;Collective Soul &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitched a ride to the peaceful side of town&lt;br /&gt;Then proceeded where things were no longer found&lt;br /&gt;Can't crash now i've been waiting for this&lt;br /&gt;Won't crash now i found some encouragement&lt;br /&gt;Precious declaration reads&lt;br /&gt;Yours is yours and mine you leave alone now&lt;br /&gt;Precious declaration says&lt;br /&gt;I believe all hope is dead no longer&lt;br /&gt;New meanings to the words i feed upon&lt;br /&gt;Wake within my veins elements of freedom&lt;br /&gt;Can't break now i've been living for this&lt;br /&gt;Won't break now i'm cleansed with hopefulness&lt;br /&gt;Precious declaration says&lt;br /&gt;Yours is yours and mine you leave alone now&lt;br /&gt;Precious declaration says&lt;br /&gt;I believe all hope is dead no longer&lt;br /&gt;Once i jump through hoops of fire&lt;br /&gt;High and far as you required&lt;br /&gt;I was blind but now i see&lt;br /&gt;Salvation has discovered me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-841854116944513811?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/841854116944513811/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=841854116944513811' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/841854116944513811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/841854116944513811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/12/collective-soul-precious-declaration.html' title='Collective Soul - Precious Declaration'/><author><name>M. 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Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-8828282682494842686</id><published>2010-12-03T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T19:30:00.010-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collective Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>Collective Soul - The world I know</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x4f8no?width=480&amp;amp;theme=default&amp;amp;foreground=%23F7FFFD&amp;amp;highlight=%23FFC300&amp;amp;background=%23171D1B&amp;amp;hideInfos=1&amp;amp;start=&amp;amp;animatedTitle=&amp;amp;iframe=0&amp;amp;additionalInfos=0&amp;amp;autoPlay=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x4f8no?width=480&amp;theme=default&amp;foreground=%23F7FFFD&amp;highlight=%23FFC300&amp;background=%23171D1B&amp;hideInfos=1&amp;start=&amp;animatedTitle=&amp;iframe=0&amp;additionalInfos=0&amp;autoPlay=0" width="480" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x4f8no_collective-soul-the-world-i-know_music"&gt;Collective Soul -The World I Know&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Collective Soul, una banda norteamericana, de Georgia, con un sonido post grunge, que se dío a conocer con la canción pegagosa de "shine", en aquel ya lejano 1993, donde no solo ese primer disco tenia una solo hit, sino que todo es excelente, sin embargo lo que vendría después sería mejor, donde él cantante, guitarrista y compositor, Ed Roland, hace gala de su talento y en compañia de su hermano, Dean Roland en la otra guitarra, Will Turpin en el bajo, como guitarra lider Ross Childress, quien es sustituido en el 2001 por Joel Kosche y el baterista Shane Evans que es sustituido por el baterista de sesión Ryan Hoyle a partir del 2004,que a su vez deja su lugar a Cheney Brannon en el 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre la canción y el video, es un poema a la esperanza, un lucha por la paz interna, que es tan dificil de encontrar cuando todo va mal, es la búsqueda de la luz del final del tunel, donde entra la reflexión de lo que hemos decidido en nuestra vida es correcto, donde las frases se vuelven incompletas, donde las imagenes son borrosas y cada una de las letras no forman ninguna palabra, es triste llegar a este lugar, a este espacio, a este momento, pero sin embargo si existe la luz a final del tunel, si existe un pequeño grano de bondad, si existe un nuevo amanecer, si existe esperanza en esta vida, lo que viene será mejor.... ya lo verás...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world I know&lt;br /&gt;Collective Soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has our conscience shown?&lt;br /&gt;Has the sweet breeze blown?&lt;br /&gt;Has all the kindness gone?&lt;br /&gt;Hope still lingers on.&lt;br /&gt;I drink myself of newfound pity&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone in new york city&lt;br /&gt;And I dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we listening to hyms of offering?&lt;br /&gt;Have we eyes to see that love is gathering?&lt;br /&gt;All the words that Ive been reading&lt;br /&gt;Have now started the act of bleeding into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walk up on high&lt;br /&gt;And I step to the edge&lt;br /&gt;To see my world below.&lt;br /&gt;And I laugh at myself&lt;br /&gt;As the years roll down.&lt;br /&gt;cause its the world I know.&lt;br /&gt;Its the world I know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-8828282682494842686?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/8828282682494842686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=8828282682494842686' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/8828282682494842686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-7441016220597466750</id><published>2010-12-03T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T20:45:04.537-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kings Of Leon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>Kings of Leon- Fans</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SiHZxxBg0oU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_MX"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SiHZxxBg0oU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_MX" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;En esta época de plasticidad, es importante y refrescante encontrar una banda honesta que con solo rockandroll, nos llene las venas y los oidos de alegría.... Kings of Leon un grupo norteamericano de Nashville, Tennessecon los hermanos y el primo Followill, asi es: Caleb, Nathan y Jared Followill y su primo Matthew Followill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fans&lt;br /&gt;Kings of Leon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home grown&lt;br /&gt;Back to the rhythm and back to the beat of the radio&lt;br /&gt;You ain't got the slang but you got the face to play the role&lt;br /&gt;You can't play with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the bros&lt;br /&gt;Try for the girls and try for tearing this tight clothes&lt;br /&gt;She got a hiding all he has is his asshole&lt;br /&gt;She'll be bothering me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her hair do&lt;br /&gt;He knows the lipstick kisses, oh, yeah that's the right move&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel like I'm the one who moves you&lt;br /&gt;The only one you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now take me down&lt;br /&gt;Don't you let those tears quench the thirsty ground&lt;br /&gt;Don't you be so scared that you can't make a sound&lt;br /&gt;Make a sound on me here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of London sing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause England swings the extra love the tales I bring&lt;br /&gt;You know the rainy days they ain't so bad when you're the king&lt;br /&gt;The king they want to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home grown&lt;br /&gt;So rock to the rhythm and bop to the beat of the radio&lt;br /&gt;You ain't got the slang but you got the face to play the role&lt;br /&gt;You can't play with me here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her hair do&lt;br /&gt;He knows the lipstick kisses, oh, yeah that's the right move&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel like I'm the one who's moving you&lt;br /&gt;The only one you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of London sing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause England swings the extra love the tales I bring&lt;br /&gt;You know the rainy days they ain't so bad when you're the king&lt;br /&gt;The king they want to see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-7441016220597466750?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/7441016220597466750/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=7441016220597466750' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/7441016220597466750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/7441016220597466750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/12/kings-of-leon-fans.html' title='Kings of Leon- Fans'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-7282283982142848871</id><published>2010-11-05T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T23:04:16.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Inglés'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cranes'/><title type='text'>Cranes - Beautiful Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E5sJVXXYVPA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_MX"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E5sJVXXYVPA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_MX" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banda Inglesa formada por Alison Shaw, Jim Shaw Jim Shaw, Paul Smith Paul Smith, Ben Baxter y Jon Callender, con un sonido gótico que existen desde los 80´s, una canción melancólica, ironica e incluso alegre tan rara como la banda, pero gran energía que te hace no dejar de escucharla, es algo diferente, es algo hermosamente diferente, pero sobre todo que te llena de amistad, ternura y cariño...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beautiful Friend&lt;br /&gt;Cranes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel those days without end&lt;br /&gt;when we used to be friends&lt;br /&gt;those summer days were spent&lt;br /&gt;in search of hope and happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to while away our days&lt;br /&gt;in a beautiful haze&lt;br /&gt;I guess I knew one day&lt;br /&gt;that you'd be moving long away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said go back to your dream&lt;br /&gt;back to your wilderness&lt;br /&gt;go back along the walk&lt;br /&gt;maybe you'll find some happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wept a thousand tears for you&lt;br /&gt;for my love that came true&lt;br /&gt;and soon I realized&lt;br /&gt;I'd always dreamt it'd come to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though that time passes by&lt;br /&gt;and that our lives have changed&lt;br /&gt;but our love was special&lt;br /&gt;our love was strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though my heart broke&lt;br /&gt;in time it did mend&lt;br /&gt;except when I think about the time&lt;br /&gt;that we used to be friends &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-7282283982142848871?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/7282283982142848871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=7282283982142848871' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/7282283982142848871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/7282283982142848871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/11/cranes-beautiful-friend.html' title='Cranes - Beautiful Friend'/><author><name>M. 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Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-6851955981012260036</id><published>2010-11-05T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T22:45:52.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Australiano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frente'/><title type='text'>Frente! - Bizarre Love Triangle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IJ1c9ErCn7w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_MX"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IJ1c9ErCn7w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_MX" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frente! banda australiana, formada en 1991. En las vocales por Angie Hart , el fundador y guitarrista Simon Austin, en el bajo Tim O'Connor y en la bateria Mark Picton. Con solo dos albumnes  Marvin the Album, y Shape pasaron a la historia sobretodo por su video del cover de la canción de New Order "Bizarre Love Triangle", el cual MTV dió un apoyo incodicional a este video...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bizarre Love Triangle&lt;br /&gt;Frente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I get a shot right through&lt;br /&gt;Into a bolt of blue&lt;br /&gt;It's no problem of mine&lt;br /&gt;But it's a problem I find&lt;br /&gt;Living the life that I can't leave behind&lt;br /&gt;There's no sense in telling me&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom of a fool won't set you free&lt;br /&gt;But that's the way that it goes&lt;br /&gt;And it's what nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;And every day my confusion grows&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the final moment&lt;br /&gt;You say the words that I can't say&lt;br /&gt;I feel fine and I feel good&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I never should&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I get this way&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what this could mean&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you're what you seem&lt;br /&gt;I do admit to myself&lt;br /&gt;That if I hurt someone else&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll never see just what we're meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the final moment&lt;br /&gt;You'll say the words that I can't say&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;br /&gt;I'll get down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the final moment&lt;br /&gt;You'll say the words that I can't say &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-6851955981012260036?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6851955981012260036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=6851955981012260036' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6851955981012260036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6851955981012260036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/11/frente-bizarre-love-triangle.html' title='Frente! - Bizarre Love Triangle'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-8005568312054847617</id><published>2010-11-05T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T22:30:08.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Irlandes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cranberries'/><title type='text'>The Cranberries - Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yam5uK6e-bQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_MX"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yam5uK6e-bQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_MX" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banda irlandesa formada en las vocales por la gran voz y belleza de Dolores O'Riordan, Noel Hogan, Mike Hogan y Fergal Lawler. La mezcla de una voz hermosa como la de Dolores con guitarras estridentes y bateria aveces fuerte aveces mezclada con los golpes duros de la rabia y del dolor, una excelente banda donde muchas canciones son muy buenas y otras tanta mejores, pero sin dudar para mi las mejores son: "Dreams", "linger", "Zombie", "Ode a my Family", "No Need to Argue", "Animal Instint", "Salvation", "Free to Decide", y "Just My Imagination". Sobre "Dreams", una canción alegre que refleja el estado del inconciente en cada paso que da para ser tomado en cuenta en el conciente, y como siempre que se sueña se es mas feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreams&lt;br /&gt;The Cranberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my life is changing everyday&lt;br /&gt;Every possible way&lt;br /&gt;Though my dreams, it’s never quite as it seems&lt;br /&gt;Never quite as it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I felt like this before&lt;br /&gt;But now I’m feeling it even more&lt;br /&gt;Because it came from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I open up and see&lt;br /&gt;The person fumbling here is me&lt;br /&gt;A different way to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want more, impossible to ignore&lt;br /&gt;Impossible to ignore&lt;br /&gt;They’ll come true, impossible not to do&lt;br /&gt;Impossible not to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I tell you openly&lt;br /&gt;You have my heart so don’t hurt me&lt;br /&gt;For what I couldn’t find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me amazing mind&lt;br /&gt;So understanding and so kind&lt;br /&gt;You’re everything to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my life is changing everyday&lt;br /&gt;Every possible way&lt;br /&gt;Though my dreams, it’s never quite as it seems&lt;br /&gt;’cause you’re a dream to me&lt;br /&gt;Dream to me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-8005568312054847617?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/8005568312054847617/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=8005568312054847617' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/8005568312054847617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/8005568312054847617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/11/cranberries-dreams.html' title='The Cranberries - Dreams'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-4352316353963807905</id><published>2010-11-05T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T22:14:08.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Sueco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cardigans'/><title type='text'>The Cardigans - Erase and Rewind</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iohsN-85ZK0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_MX"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iohsN-85ZK0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_MX" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Cardigans, es una banda de Rock Sueco, formado por la linda y hermosa Nina Persson, Lars-Olof Johansson, Peter Svensson, Bengt Lagerberg y Magnus Sveningsson. Una banda totalmente indie, con sencillos de sus primeros albumnes como "Carnival", "Lovefool", "Been It". sin embargo para mi la mejor canción de ellos es esta "erase and Rewind" del su tercer album, llamado Gran Turismo... opinen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erase and Rewind&lt;br /&gt;The Cardigans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what did you hear me say&lt;br /&gt;you know the difference it makes&lt;br /&gt;what did you hear me say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I said it's fine before&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so no more&lt;br /&gt;I said it's fine before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my mind&lt;br /&gt;I take it back&lt;br /&gt;Erase and rewind&lt;br /&gt;'cause I've been changing my mind&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where did you see me go&lt;br /&gt;it's not the right way, you know&lt;br /&gt;where did you see me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not that I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want it to grow&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my mind&lt;br /&gt;I take it back&lt;br /&gt;Erase and rewind&lt;br /&gt;'cause I've been changing my mind&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my mind&lt;br /&gt;Erase and rewind&lt;br /&gt;'cause I've been changing my mind&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my mind &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-4352316353963807905?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/4352316353963807905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=4352316353963807905' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/4352316353963807905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/4352316353963807905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/11/cardigans-erase-and-rewind.html' title='The Cardigans - Erase and Rewind'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-4125179099935481344</id><published>2010-11-05T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T22:03:13.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Escoses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garbage'/><title type='text'>Garbage - Queer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XxQdVTjEMF4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_MX"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XxQdVTjEMF4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_MX" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garbage banda ironicamente llamada así, siendo todo lo contrario "nada desechable como la basura", es formada en 1994 por la cantante escocesa Shirley Manson, y por los tres productores estadounidenses Butch Vig (productor del Nevermind de Niverna y Siamese Dream de Smashing Pumpkins),Steve Marker y Duke Erikson.&lt;br /&gt;De su disco homonimo se desprenden varios sencillos como son: "Vow", "Only Happy When It Rains", la fenomenal "Queer", el super hit "Stupid Girl" y la balada "Milk", dedicada a Shirley por su piel tan blanca. Después editaron otros 3 albumnes, que son: Version 2.0; Beautiful Garbage y Bleed Like Me, se rumora que en este 2010 regresaran con nuevo album...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queer&lt;br /&gt;Garbage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey boy, take a look at me&lt;br /&gt;Let me dirty up your mind&lt;br /&gt;I'll strip away your hard veneer&lt;br /&gt;And see what I can find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queerest of the queer&lt;br /&gt;The strangest of the strange&lt;br /&gt;The coldest of the cool&lt;br /&gt;The lamest of the lame&lt;br /&gt;The numbest of the dumb&lt;br /&gt;I hate to see you here&lt;br /&gt;You choke behind a smile&lt;br /&gt;A fake behind the fear&lt;br /&gt;The queerest of the queer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what he pays me for&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you how it's done&lt;br /&gt;You learn to love the pain you feel&lt;br /&gt;Like father like son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queerest of the queer&lt;br /&gt;Hide inside your head&lt;br /&gt;The blindest of the blind&lt;br /&gt;The deadest of the dead&lt;br /&gt;You're hungry cause you starve&lt;br /&gt;While holding back the tears&lt;br /&gt;Choking on your smile&lt;br /&gt;A fake behind the fear&lt;br /&gt;The queerest of the queer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what's good for you (You can touch me if you want)&lt;br /&gt;I know you're dying to (You can touch me if you want)&lt;br /&gt;I know what's good for you (You can touch me if you want)&lt;br /&gt;But you can't stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queerest of the queer&lt;br /&gt;The strangest of the strange&lt;br /&gt;The coldest of the cool&lt;br /&gt;The lamest of the lame&lt;br /&gt;The numbest of the dumb&lt;br /&gt;I hate to see you here&lt;br /&gt;You choke behind a smile&lt;br /&gt;A fake behind the fear&lt;br /&gt;The queerest of the queer&lt;br /&gt;The strangest of the strange&lt;br /&gt;The coldest of the cool&lt;br /&gt;You're nothing special here&lt;br /&gt;A fake behind the fear&lt;br /&gt;The queerest of the queer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what's good for you&lt;br /&gt;I know you're dying to&lt;br /&gt;I know what's good for you&lt;br /&gt;I bet you're dying to&lt;br /&gt;You can touch me if you want&lt;br /&gt;You can touch me if you want&lt;br /&gt;You can touch me&lt;br /&gt;You can touch me&lt;br /&gt;But you can't stop. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-4125179099935481344?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/4125179099935481344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=4125179099935481344' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/4125179099935481344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/4125179099935481344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/11/garbage-queer.html' title='Garbage - Queer'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-3591894715762166970</id><published>2010-10-14T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T21:58:58.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juguete Rabioso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Mexicano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Español'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Chileno'/><title type='text'>Juguete Rabioso - Tu amor mata</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uMXvQEeEzaM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_MX"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uMXvQEeEzaM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_MX" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Juguete Rabioso, que ayeres.... Una excelente banda mexicana, aunque formada con un integrante chileno: Santiago Behm, en el bajo y voz; un Argentino: Federico Bonasso, en la percusión y voz; un integrane español: Juan Alberto Ruiz de Velasco en la batería y voz y completando a Jaime Lichi en los teclados. Menciona que es rock mexicano, porque se formo aqui en México, ndependiente de la nacionalidad de sus integrantes, fueron parte del movimiento musical de principios de los 90´s, que junto con Ansia, los Necios y Crista Galli (otras super bandas) formaron la segunda camada de bandas de rock nacional.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Un grupo de dio a luz solo dos excelentes albumnes como son: Caras Modernas y Alma Total, de los cuales descataron algunas canciones como Mercenario, Tu amor Mata, No dejes que mi Rabia Muera, Dile no a Represión...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu amor mata&lt;br /&gt;El Juguete Rabioso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me hizo señas de que me acercará&lt;br /&gt;Tenía tanto, tanto que me tire a sus pies&lt;br /&gt;Después me dijo que lo besará&lt;br /&gt;Entrecerré los ojos y me ruborice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le pregunte que le gustaba&lt;br /&gt;Siguió mirando el mar y no me dijo por qué&lt;br /&gt;Después me agarro la cara&lt;br /&gt;Duro solo un minuto y luego se fue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu amor mata, me mata, me mata&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que verte otra vez&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que verte otra vez&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que verte otra vez&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que verte otra vez&lt;br /&gt;Otra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo alcance en la plaza del pueblo&lt;br /&gt;Me llamo María y te quiero conocer&lt;br /&gt;Volvimos en silencio a la playa&lt;br /&gt;Me dijo que su mundo eran las olas y quería volver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le vi en los ojos hablando con las olas&lt;br /&gt;Casi no te conozco pero ya me enamore&lt;br /&gt;Lo empuje hacia mi costado&lt;br /&gt;Después de esa mirada que podemos hacer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu amor mata, me mata, me mata&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que verte otra vez&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que verte otra vez&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que verte otra vez&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que verte otra vez&lt;br /&gt;Otra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu amor mata, me mata, me mata&lt;br /&gt;Tu amor mata, me mata, me mata&lt;br /&gt;Tu amor mata, me mata, me mata &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-3591894715762166970?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/3591894715762166970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=3591894715762166970' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/3591894715762166970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/3591894715762166970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/10/juguete-rabioso-tu-amor-mata.html' title='Juguete Rabioso - Tu amor mata'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-4208799233421416563</id><published>2010-10-04T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T20:59:26.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Mexicano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Español'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Necios'/><title type='text'>Los Necios - El Gorila</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ArHF3wkR68k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_MX"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ArHF3wkR68k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_MX" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Los Necios una banda mexicana encabezada por Joan Romagosa (español con muchos años viviendo en México), donde la mitad de la formación esta formada por la ya extinta banda de los Amantes de Lola, que son Gasu en las guitarras, y el duque en la bateria, completando la formación a Alvaro en el bajo, editaron dos grandes discos: A dónde vas? y Cuentos cortos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;En esta ocación la canción es del su primer disco A dónde vas?, que despues siguio el sencillo de Tu sonrisa de Animal, demostrando talento con grandes canciones, llenas de cotinadeidad y humor, que fácilmente te hace identificarte con las letras de las canciones... ¡lastima que solo fueron dos discos....!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El Gorila&lt;br /&gt;Los Necios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez sopla más fuerte el viento,&lt;br /&gt;yo con mi cara aquí en un bar violento.&lt;br /&gt;Ya quiero ver el sol saliendo,&lt;br /&gt;la noche ¡fue algo tremendo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El humo del cigarro cansa ya,&lt;br /&gt;el alcohol ya no me entra.&lt;br /&gt;Ya llevo tres semanas y ni hablar,&lt;br /&gt;lo cierto es que yo pedí mi libertad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada quien con su cada cual,&lt;br /&gt;ayer te ví pasar con un gorila.&lt;br /&gt;La "bestia" me miro a los ojos...,&lt;br /&gt;no tuve otra alternativa.&lt;br /&gt;Le puse un ojo "mocho",&lt;br /&gt;...estoy el clínica reconstructiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo cierto es que ya no me aguanto...&lt;br /&gt;la cosa es que cómo te extraño&lt;br /&gt;Y sigo tus pasos a cualquier lugar.&lt;br /&gt;y sigo pensando cómo regresar&lt;br /&gt;Cómo regresar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los días pasan sin oír tu voz,&lt;br /&gt;¿ya ves? me arrepiento de lo que pasó.&lt;br /&gt;Ya estuvo bueno, puro reventón,&lt;br /&gt;si sigo así voy a acabar en el panteón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuantas veces yo te ví llorando&lt;br /&gt;...y quizas temblando.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora pasas sonríendo...&lt;br /&gt;Seguro, ¡que me estas hiriendo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo cierto es que ya no me aguanto...&lt;br /&gt;La cosa es que cómo te extraño...&lt;br /&gt;Y sigo tus pasos a cualquier lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Y sigo pensando en cómo regresar.&lt;br /&gt;Cómo regresar..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-4208799233421416563?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/4208799233421416563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=4208799233421416563' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/4208799233421416563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/4208799233421416563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/10/los-necios-el-gorila.html' title='Los Necios - El Gorila'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-8041582858489677815</id><published>2010-09-27T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T20:57:45.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Presidents of the USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>The Presidents of the USA - Lump</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_sj_U6vObUA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_MX"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_sj_U6vObUA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_MX" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un grupo de Seattle, que en lo particular me gusto mucho, sobretodo el cover de 1998, la canción para celebrar los 20 año de MTV: "Video Killed The Radio Star", sin duda el disco mas importante de este grupo fue su opera prima:"The Presidents of the United States of America" . Otros sencillo de este disco son: "Peaches" y "Kitty".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lump&lt;br /&gt;The Presidents of the USA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh&lt;br /&gt;Totally motionless except for her heart&lt;br /&gt;Mud flowed up into Lump's pajamas&lt;br /&gt;She totally confused all the passing piranhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s lump, she's lump&lt;br /&gt;She’s in my head&lt;br /&gt;She’s lump, she's lump, she's lump&lt;br /&gt;She might be dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lump lingered last in line for brains&lt;br /&gt;And the ones she got were sort of rotten and insane&lt;br /&gt;Small thing's so sad that birds could land&lt;br /&gt;Is Lump fast asleep or rocking out with the band?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s lump, she's lump&lt;br /&gt;She’s in my head&lt;br /&gt;She’s lump, she's lump, she's lump&lt;br /&gt;She might be dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lump was limp and lonely and needed a shove&lt;br /&gt;Lump slipped on a kiss and tumbled into love&lt;br /&gt;She spent her twenties between the sheets&lt;br /&gt;Life limped along at subsonic speeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s lump, she's lump&lt;br /&gt;She’s in my head&lt;br /&gt;She’s lump, she's lump, she's lump&lt;br /&gt;She might be dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this lump out of my head?&lt;br /&gt;I think so&lt;br /&gt;Is this lump out of my head?&lt;br /&gt;I think so&lt;br /&gt;Is this lump out of my head?&lt;br /&gt;I think so&lt;br /&gt;Is this lump out of my head? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-8041582858489677815?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/8041582858489677815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=8041582858489677815' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/8041582858489677815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/8041582858489677815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/09/presidents-of-usa-lump.html' title='The Presidents of the USA - Lump'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-2228341959773209815</id><published>2010-09-27T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T20:22:15.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fastball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>Fastball- The Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rbD5dShemps?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_MX"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rbD5dShemps?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_MX" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Una banda de un solo hit, originaria de Austin Texas, que con esta canción fue nominado al Grammy, Tony Scalzo, voz , bajo eléctrico, teclados, guitarra; Miles Zuniga, guitarra y Joey Shuffield batería , percusión; con un nombre al principio de grupo chafa mexicano: Magneto, por lo que decidieron cambiar a Fastball, su segundo disco: "All the Pain Money Can Buy" el mas recomendable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The way&lt;br /&gt;Fastball&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made up their minds&lt;br /&gt;And they started packing&lt;br /&gt;They left before the sun came up that day&lt;br /&gt;An exit to eternal summer slacking&lt;br /&gt;But where were they going&lt;br /&gt;Without ever knowing the way?&lt;br /&gt;They drank up the wine&lt;br /&gt;And they got to talking&lt;br /&gt;They now had more important things to say&lt;br /&gt;And when the car broke down&lt;br /&gt;They started walking&lt;br /&gt;Where were they going without ever knowing the way?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone could see&lt;br /&gt;The road that they walk on is paved in gold&lt;br /&gt;And it's always summer, they'll never get cold&lt;br /&gt;They'll never get hungry&lt;br /&gt;They'll never get old and gray&lt;br /&gt;You can see their shadows&lt;br /&gt;Wandering off somewhere&lt;br /&gt;They won't make it home&lt;br /&gt;But they really don't care&lt;br /&gt;They wanted the highway&lt;br /&gt;They're happy there today , today&lt;br /&gt;The children woke up&lt;br /&gt;And they couldn't find 'em&lt;br /&gt;They Left before the sun came up that day&lt;br /&gt;They just drove off&lt;br /&gt;And left it all behind 'em&lt;br /&gt;But where were they going without ever knowing the way? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-2228341959773209815?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/2228341959773209815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=2228341959773209815' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/2228341959773209815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/2228341959773209815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/09/fastball-way.html' title='Fastball- The Way'/><author><name>M. 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Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-294151080688271559</id><published>2010-06-28T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:29:45.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pop Británico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dido'/><title type='text'>Dido - Here With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; BACKGROUND: #000000; HEIGHT: 348px"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed height="348" name="Metacafe_sy-23635954" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/sy-23635954/dido_here_with_me_official_music_video.swf" flashvars="playerVars=showStats=noautoPlay=no" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 12px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/sy-23635954/dido_here_with_me_official_music_video/"&gt;Dido - Here With Me (Official Music Video)&lt;/a&gt;. Watch more top selected videos about: &lt;a title="Dido" href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/sy-23635954/dido_here_with_me_official_music_video/https://www.metacafe.com/topics/Dido/"&gt;Dido&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Una canción que me lleva a recordar un "erase and rewind" en mi vida, es tan importante para mi, que no se sí la serie de Roswell, me gustab mucho por esta canción, o esta canción me gustaba mucho por la serie de Roswell, recuerdo ver en ese tiempo Buffy La Cazavampiros", también estaban de super moda los Expedientes Secretos X (X-files), y después Angel, una serie hermana de Buffy, pero regresando al tema de Dido, excelente cantante con un voz angelical, que dentro de su primer disco se desprende este sencillo, escrito por cierto por Peter Gabriel, donde te hace recordar la inclemencias y demencias del amor, en el cual se demuestra esa ansia, esa desesperación que roba la respiración, realmente no me recuerda a alguien en especial, solo la época de mi vida, donde después de la tormenta vino la calma, donde encontre a verdaderos amigos, que aunque algunos se han alejado y yo me alejado de ellos, se que estan ahi, y ellos saben que estoy aquí... un suspiro por esos momentos tan alegres y tan relajados, recordando nuevamente que después de la tormenta viene la calma, que cuando se cierra un puerta se abren mil, que los cambios son para bien, y sobretodo que lo mejor esta aún por venir, pero quisiera que estuvieran ya aquí conmigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here With Me&lt;br /&gt;Dido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't hear you leave&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how am I still here&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to move a thing&lt;br /&gt;It might change my memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I am what I am&lt;br /&gt;I do what I want&lt;br /&gt;But I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't go&lt;br /&gt;I won't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Until you're resting here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't leave&lt;br /&gt;I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be&lt;br /&gt;Until you're resting here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to call my friends&lt;br /&gt;For they might wake me from this dream&lt;br /&gt;And I can't leave this bed&lt;br /&gt;Risk forgetting all that's been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I am what I am&lt;br /&gt;I do what I want&lt;br /&gt;But I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't go&lt;br /&gt;I won't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Until you're resting here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't leave&lt;br /&gt;I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be&lt;br /&gt;Until you're resting here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go&lt;br /&gt;And I won't sleep&lt;br /&gt;And I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Until you're resting here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't leave&lt;br /&gt;I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be&lt;br /&gt;Until you're resting here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I am what I am&lt;br /&gt;I do what I want&lt;br /&gt;But I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't go&lt;br /&gt;I won't sleep&lt;br /&gt;And I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Until you're resting here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't leave&lt;br /&gt;I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be&lt;br /&gt;Until you're resting here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't go&lt;br /&gt;And I won't sleep&lt;br /&gt;And I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Until you're resting here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't leave&lt;br /&gt;I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be&lt;br /&gt;Until you're resting here with me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-294151080688271559?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/294151080688271559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=294151080688271559' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/294151080688271559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/294151080688271559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/06/dido-here-with-me.html' title='Dido - Here With Me'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-816548369951611958</id><published>2010-05-28T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T21:47:03.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soda Stero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Argentino'/><title type='text'>Soda Stero - Primavera 0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=4502614,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=4502614,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/cancionanimal"&gt;Angel Electrico&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/"&gt;Video de MySpace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo bueno, yo diria muy bueno, algo excelente, canción que hace gritar, llorrar, donde nos hace recordar que siempre hay nuevas chances al dar una vuelta entera, que nadie vive sin amor y sobretodo que Goles suenan a la Distancia... espero que sean de México y de chivas en la libertadores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primavera 0&lt;br /&gt;Soda Stereo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluorescente azul &lt;br /&gt;Luz que baña mis sentidos &lt;br /&gt;Donde todo empieza a ser real &lt;br /&gt;Siempre vuelve a dar &lt;br /&gt;Nuevas chances &lt;br /&gt;Una vuelta mas &lt;br /&gt;Entera &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nena tal vez fui &lt;br /&gt;Un sueño de otro &lt;br /&gt;Un rumbo incierto &lt;br /&gt;La verdad es que nadie vive sin amor &lt;br /&gt;Y ahora estoy aqui &lt;br /&gt;Temblando fragil en la multitud &lt;br /&gt;Y la espero &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primavera 0 &lt;br /&gt;Primavera 0 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El avion se va &lt;br /&gt;Recuerdos del futuro juntos &lt;br /&gt;Goles suenan a la distancia... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te espero &lt;br /&gt;Primavera 0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-816548369951611958?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/816548369951611958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=816548369951611958' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/816548369951611958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/816548369951611958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/05/soda-stero-primavera-0.html' title='Soda Stero - Primavera 0'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-3016314103514762160</id><published>2010-05-28T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T21:28:04.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soda Stero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Argentino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gustavo Ceratí'/><title type='text'>Gustavo Ceratí - Cosas imposbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrVdEURxiM8&amp;hl=es_MX&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/qrVdEURxiM8&amp;hl=es_MX&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una más de Ceratí Fuerza Ceratí, Cosas imposibles, un video realmente hermoso, que a mi pequeña de 3 años la hizo hacerse fan del gran Cerati...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cosas Imposibles&lt;br /&gt;Gustavo Ceratí&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si un amor cayó del cielo&lt;br /&gt;No pregunto más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pierdo la oportunidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque a veces se equivoquen&lt;br /&gt;No confundo más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy a hacer que mis cenizas&lt;br /&gt;Vuelvan al papel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre es hoy...&lt;br /&gt;Ya es parte de mi ser&lt;br /&gt;Siempre es hoy...&lt;br /&gt;Lo claro entre los dos&lt;br /&gt;Siempre es hoy...&lt;br /&gt;Sos parte de mi ser&lt;br /&gt;Y quiero hacer...&lt;br /&gt;Cosas imposibles, cosas imposibles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutación del porvenir&lt;br /&gt;Es la eternidad&lt;br /&gt;No me hablen de esperanzas vagas&lt;br /&gt;Persigo realidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre es hoy...&lt;br /&gt;Ya es parte de mi ser&lt;br /&gt;Siempre es hoy...&lt;br /&gt;Lo claro entre los dos&lt;br /&gt;Siempre es hoy...&lt;br /&gt;Sos parte de mi ser&lt;br /&gt;Y quiero hacer...&lt;br /&gt;Cosas imposibles, cosas imposibles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosas imposibles...quiero hacer...&lt;br /&gt;cosas imposibles...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-3016314103514762160?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/3016314103514762160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=3016314103514762160' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/3016314103514762160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/3016314103514762160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/05/gustavo-cerati-cosas-imposbles.html' title='Gustavo Ceratí - Cosas imposbles'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-8679654872090969150</id><published>2010-05-28T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T21:19:22.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soda Stero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Argentino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gustavo Ceratí'/><title type='text'>Gustavo Cerati - Rapto</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GoE-WPC3TLQ&amp;amp;hl=es_MX&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GoE-WPC3TLQ&amp;hl=es_MX&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Algo más, de Ceratí, el segundo corto promocional de su mas reciente Disco: "fuerza natural", Fuerza Ceratí...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rapto&lt;br /&gt;Gustavo Ceratí&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El ambiente de hoy, no me agrada para salir&lt;br /&gt;Una excelente ocasión para encadenarnos aquí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te suelto más&lt;br /&gt;Yo no te suelto más&lt;br /&gt;Es un rapto de inconsciencia nena&lt;br /&gt;No te suelto más.&lt;br /&gt;Cierro el puño tal vez para no ver mi mano vacía&lt;br /&gt;Si pudiera decírtelo de alguna otra manera lo haría.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te suelto más&lt;br /&gt;Yo no te suelto más&lt;br /&gt;Es un rapto de inconsciencia nena&lt;br /&gt;No te suelto más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos hijos del rigor&lt;br /&gt;Más la cuerda aprieta el cuello&lt;br /&gt;Más perverso es el consuelo.&lt;br /&gt;Un morbo que crece&lt;br /&gt;Crece, crece hasta el cielo&lt;br /&gt;Quédate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te suelto más&lt;br /&gt;Yo no te suelto más&lt;br /&gt;Tu defensa es formidable nena&lt;br /&gt;No te suelto más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos a tenernos aquí mi amor&lt;br /&gt;Alimentando la Utopía&lt;br /&gt;De un siglo largo como un día&lt;br /&gt;Duermo en tus labios&lt;br /&gt;Pero por favor no sonrías&lt;br /&gt;O caeré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te suelto más&lt;br /&gt;No lo pienses más&lt;br /&gt;Ni en un rapto de inconsciencia nena&lt;br /&gt;No te suelto más.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-8679654872090969150?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/8679654872090969150/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=8679654872090969150' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/8679654872090969150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/8679654872090969150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/05/gustavo-cerati-rapto.html' title='Gustavo Cerati - Rapto'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-766728310711245178</id><published>2010-05-28T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T21:23:35.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soda Stero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Argentino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gustavo Ceratí'/><title type='text'>Gustavo Cerati - Deja Vu</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sCq9pShoXXY&amp;amp;hl=es_MX&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sCq9pShoXXY&amp;hl=es_MX&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuerza Cerati...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El cielo todavia no te necesita... nosotros todavia...&lt;br /&gt;la noticia me cayo como bomba el domingo pasado, primero creí que era un rumor, pero después, vi la noticia en todos lados y mi corazon se angustio...&lt;br /&gt;Deja Vu, lo mas reciente del gran Cerati, como me decia una gran amiga, Ceratí es considerado como uno de los grandes músicos no solo en Español, sino del mundo comparado con la altura de Sting, Paul McCartney, Roger Waters etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deja Vú&lt;br /&gt;Gustavo Ceratí&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veo las cosas como son&lt;br /&gt;Vamos de fuego en fuego hipnotizándonos&lt;br /&gt;A cada paso sientes otro deja vu&lt;br /&gt;O no?&lt;br /&gt;Similitudes que soñás&lt;br /&gt;Lugares que no existen pero vuelves a pasar&lt;br /&gt;Errores ópticos del tiempo y de la luz&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;Tanto pediste retener&lt;br /&gt;Ese momento de placer&lt;br /&gt;Antes de que sea tarde&lt;br /&gt;Vuelve la misma sensación&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción ya se escribió&lt;br /&gt;Hasta el mínimo detalle&lt;br /&gt;Mira el reloj, se derritió&lt;br /&gt;Rebobinando hacia delante te alcanzó&lt;br /&gt;Ecos de antes rebotando en la quietud&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;Todo es mentira, ya verás&lt;br /&gt;La poesía es la única verdad&lt;br /&gt;Sacar belleza de este caos, es virtud&lt;br /&gt;O no?&lt;br /&gt;Tanto pediste retener&lt;br /&gt;Ese momento de placer&lt;br /&gt;Antes de que sea tarde&lt;br /&gt;Vuelve la misma sensación&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción ya se escribió&lt;br /&gt;Un mínimo detalle que cambió&lt;br /&gt;Cerca del final&lt;br /&gt;Solo falta un paso más&lt;br /&gt;Siento un deja vu&lt;br /&gt;Deja vu &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-766728310711245178?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/766728310711245178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=766728310711245178' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/766728310711245178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/766728310711245178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/05/gustavo-cerati-deja-vu.html' title='Gustavo Cerati - Deja Vu'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-5706413376479242319</id><published>2010-05-28T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T20:58:08.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Pop Español'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hombres G'/><title type='text'>David Summer - El beso y el perfume</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yfsBzv9cJBU&amp;amp;hl=es_MX&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yfsBzv9cJBU&amp;hl=es_MX&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De su primer disco como solista, David, después de dejar atrás a los Hombres G, nos presenta esta hermosa canción, llena de amor y melancolia, una hermosa letra donde deja ver una madurez, acompañando la experiencia y momento que vivia en esa fecha. Tal vez similar al que vivo hoy, sin embargo, les puedo decir que igual que él, si este disco fue muy depresivo, el segundo fue mucho mas alegre y entusiaste, así tal vez mañana como dijiera Cerati en un concierto: "Mañana es mejor"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El beso y el perfume&lt;br /&gt;David Summers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí yace, yace el beso y el perfume&lt;br /&gt;Las palabras y las nubes&lt;br /&gt;El rimel y la cara&lt;br /&gt;Y la tarde... se apodera de la casa...&lt;br /&gt;de las veces que te quise... de la luz en las ventanas...&lt;br /&gt;¡Y que te he podido hacer... dime en que te pude herir...?&lt;br /&gt;Como he podido dejarte marchar así...&lt;br /&gt;Cada trozo de pared... cada pedazo de mí&lt;br /&gt;Todo me habla de tí... hace poco tiempo...&lt;br /&gt;Y todo huele a tí...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La luna llena de sombras...&lt;br /&gt;El cielo donde estuve&lt;br /&gt;El rimel y la cara, el beso y el perfume...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí duerme...duerme el miedo que llueve dentro...&lt;br /&gt;Y la luna que perdimos... y el árbol de tus sueños...&lt;br /&gt;Y las fotos... una chica rodeando&lt;br /&gt;Con sus brazos a un chico con suerte y con cara de tonto...&lt;br /&gt;Y que nada pudo hacer...para hacerte feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Y que no entiende la vida sin tí...&lt;br /&gt;Dame una oportunidad...aunque no quieras hablar&lt;br /&gt;solo quiero saber como estás&lt;br /&gt;Dejaré una puerta abierta...&lt;br /&gt;se que te gusta escuchar cuando hablo de tí...&lt;br /&gt;y solo hablo de tí...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La luna llena de sombras...los minutos las horas&lt;br /&gt;Los cuadros de la casa... los libros y las lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Tu lado de la cama...el cielo donde estuve&lt;br /&gt;El rimel y la cara, el beso y el perfume...&lt;br /&gt;el beso y el perfume...&lt;br /&gt;el beso y el perfume &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-5706413376479242319?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/5706413376479242319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=5706413376479242319' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/5706413376479242319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/5706413376479242319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/05/david-summer-el-beso-y-el-perfume.html' title='David Summer - El beso y el perfume'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-3344328577824092695</id><published>2010-05-19T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:39:53.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Mexicano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Molotov'/><title type='text'>Molotov - El mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cPT38KuD--M&amp;amp;hl=es_MX&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cPT38KuD--M&amp;hl=es_MX&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una banda irreverente, grosera, pelada lepera, etc., pero muy buena, con muy buena musica, muy buenos arreglos, excelente musica en general, con temas controversiales como fue la canción de PUTO, QUE NO TE HAGA BOBO JACABO, FRIJOLERO, RASTAMALDITA en todas las demás canciones, México no sería el mismo, sino hubiera existido Molotov, fueron quienes se atrevieron a decir lo que muchos pensabamos pero no nos atreviamos a decir, gritar o cantar. Por todo eso gracias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El mundo&lt;br /&gt;Molotov&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;No fuckin fun boys n' girls and you know why&lt;br /&gt;No fuckin fun boys n' girls and you know why&lt;br /&gt;No fuckin fun boys n' girls coz the world is coming to its end&lt;br /&gt;Yo sugeriría un mezcal en las rocas&lt;br /&gt;da sabiduría y aclara lo que afocas&lt;br /&gt;aunque darse cuenta no está nada cabrón&lt;br /&gt;que viene de bajada en picada este avión&lt;br /&gt;sobran razones para estar gritando&lt;br /&gt;Nuestro planeta se está asfixiando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro:&lt;br /&gt;El mundo se va a acabar&lt;br /&gt;El mundo se va a acabar&lt;br /&gt;Si un día me has de querer&lt;br /&gt;Te debes apresurar&lt;br /&gt;El mundo se va a acabar&lt;br /&gt;El mundo se va a acabar&lt;br /&gt;Si un día me has de querer&lt;br /&gt;Te debes apresurar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se acaba la vida, se acaba el agua&lt;br /&gt;se acaba la selva y 'nadie hace nada'&lt;br /&gt;se acaba la mentira, se pone mas raro&lt;br /&gt;aquí no se respira si no tienes varo&lt;br /&gt;aunque la onda sea vivir en la luna&lt;br /&gt;yo sigo pensando 'me he de comer esa tuna'&lt;br /&gt;ha sido pesado vivir los noventas&lt;br /&gt;la banda pacheca sigue bien contenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro:&lt;br /&gt;El mundo se va a acabar&lt;br /&gt;El mundo se va a acabar&lt;br /&gt;Si un día me has de querer&lt;br /&gt;Te debes apresurar&lt;br /&gt;El mundo se va a acabar&lt;br /&gt;El mundo se va a acabar&lt;br /&gt;Si un día me has de querer&lt;br /&gt;Te debes apresurar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tengo prisa de hacer nada&lt;br /&gt;ahí la llevo mientras se acaba&lt;br /&gt;puro cariño todo el mundo se quiere&lt;br /&gt;pero el que se descuida tantito se muere&lt;br /&gt;faltan dirigentes de esta chula tierra&lt;br /&gt;falta que organicen otra guerra&lt;br /&gt;ha sido dificl vivir los noventas&lt;br /&gt;la banda pacheca seguimos re-contenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro:&lt;br /&gt;El mundo se va a acabar&lt;br /&gt;El mundo se va a acabar&lt;br /&gt;Si un día me has de querer&lt;br /&gt;Te debes apresurar&lt;br /&gt;El mundo se va a acabar&lt;br /&gt;El mundo se va a acabar&lt;br /&gt;Si un día me has de querer&lt;br /&gt;Te debes apresurar&lt;br /&gt;El mundo se va a acabar&lt;br /&gt;El mundo se va a acabar&lt;br /&gt;Si un día me has de querer&lt;br /&gt;Te debes apresurar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-3344328577824092695?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/3344328577824092695/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=3344328577824092695' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/3344328577824092695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/3344328577824092695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/05/molotov-el-mundo.html' title='Molotov - El mundo'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-2809052571732175430</id><published>2010-05-19T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:40:43.312-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Mexicano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Molotov'/><title type='text'>Molotov - Chinga tu madre</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T4vaVNUJ71k&amp;amp;hl=es_MX&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T4vaVNUJ71k&amp;hl=es_MX&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Danzon dedicado a la Nahuala y a sus Divinas que la acompañan....&lt;br /&gt;CHINGEN A SU MADRE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que a los Alacranes te pican por la espalda.... y ya lo comprobe... pero ya estoy vacunado... por eso por si no les quedo claro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LA NAHUALA... CHINGA TU MADRE...&lt;br /&gt;A LA DIVINA MAYOR... CHINGA TU MADRE...&lt;br /&gt;A LA DIVINA MENOR... CHINGA TU MADRE...&lt;br /&gt;Y AL TITERE... CHINGA TU MADRE...&lt;br /&gt;Y LA NEGRITA... CHINGA TU MADRE...&lt;br /&gt;Y AL MOVIMIENTO....CHINGA TU MADRE...&lt;br /&gt;Y A LA QUE ME FALTO... CHINGA TU MADRE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POR ESO CHINGEN A SU MADRE... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-2809052571732175430?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/2809052571732175430/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=2809052571732175430' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/2809052571732175430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/2809052571732175430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/05/molotov-chinga-tu-madre.html' title='Molotov - Chinga tu madre'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-5382401067672813719</id><published>2010-05-19T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:20:48.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The white stripes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>The white stripes - Seven Nation Army</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6j7huh5Egew&amp;amp;hl=es_MX&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6j7huh5Egew&amp;hl=es_MX&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Otra banda que llego para quedarse, con el resurgimiento del Rock Garage, con influencias de Punk, country, folk, y hasta soul, esta pareja de estadunidenses, han logrado lo que muchos han querido y simplemente no han podido, ser los numero uno en su momento, con videos simples pero muy buenos, llenos de creativa contrastando con su musica simple, con arreglos sencillo, tanto Megan Martha White en batería y voz, y Jack White (cuyo nombre de nacimiento es John Anthony Gillis) en guitarra, piano y voz principal son ya una banda de renombre....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven Nation Army&lt;br /&gt;The white stripes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna fight 'em all&lt;br /&gt;A nation army couldn't hold me back&lt;br /&gt;They're gonna rip it off&lt;br /&gt;Taking their time right behind my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm talking to myself at night&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth through my mind&lt;br /&gt;Behind a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;And the message coming from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Says leave it alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to hear about it&lt;br /&gt;Every single one's got a story to tell&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows about it&lt;br /&gt;From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I catch it coming back my way&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna serve it to you&lt;br /&gt;And that aint what you want to hear&lt;br /&gt;But thats what I'll do&lt;br /&gt;And the feeling coming from my bones&lt;br /&gt;Says find a home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Wichita&lt;br /&gt;Far from this opera for evermore&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna work the straw&lt;br /&gt;Make the sweat drip out of every pore&lt;br /&gt;And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Right before the lord&lt;br /&gt;All the words are gonna bleed from me&lt;br /&gt;And I will sing no more&lt;br /&gt;And the stains coming from my blood&lt;br /&gt;Tell me go back home &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-5382401067672813719?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/5382401067672813719/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=5382401067672813719' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/5382401067672813719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/5382401067672813719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/05/white-stripes-seven-nation-army.html' title='The white stripes - Seven Nation Army'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-3591389627464338941</id><published>2010-05-19T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:07:33.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Strokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>The Strokes - 12 51</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; BACKGROUND: #000000; HEIGHT: 348px"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed height="348" name="Metacafe_sy-18086053" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/sy-18086053/the_strokes_12_51_official_music_video.swf" flashvars="playerVars=showStats=noautoPlay=novideoTitle=The Strokes - 12:51 (Official Music Video)" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 12px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/sy-18086053/the_strokes_12_51_official_music_video/"&gt;The Strokes - 12:51 (Official Music Video)&lt;/a&gt;. Watch more top selected videos about: &lt;a title="12:51" href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/sy-18086053/the_strokes_12_51_official_music_video/https://www.metacafe.com/topics/12:51/"&gt;12:51&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="The_Strokes" href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/sy-18086053/the_strokes_12_51_official_music_video/https://www.metacafe.com/topics/The_Strokes/"&gt;The_Strokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del segundo disco Room on Fire nuevamento estos New Yorkinos nos dan muestra de su talento y su gran influencia por grupos como the Cars, con esa guitarra distorcionada, esta pegagosa y fresca melodia, para traerla todo el día en la cabeza, nuevamente les digo esto es solo rock and roll pero me gusta...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:51&lt;br /&gt;The Strokes&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talk to me now I'm older&lt;br /&gt;Your friend told you 'cause I told her&lt;br /&gt;Friday nights have been lonely&lt;br /&gt;Change your plans and then phone me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could go and get 40s&lt;br /&gt;Fuck goin' to that party&lt;br /&gt;Oh really, your folks are away now?&lt;br /&gt;Alright, let's go, you convinced me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:51 is the time my voice&lt;br /&gt;Found the words i sought...&lt;br /&gt;Is it this stage I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is shutting out...for us.&lt;br /&gt;We were tense for sure,&lt;br /&gt;But we was confident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me now that I'm older&lt;br /&gt;I won't try to control you&lt;br /&gt;Friday nights have been lonely&lt;br /&gt;Take it slow but don't warn me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd go out and get 40s&lt;br /&gt;Then we'd go to some party&lt;br /&gt;Oh really, your folks are away now?&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'm coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-3591389627464338941?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/3591389627464338941/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=3591389627464338941' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/3591389627464338941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/3591389627464338941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/05/strokes-12-51.html' title='The Strokes - 12 51'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-8371668785448409262</id><published>2010-05-15T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T12:55:43.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Electric Light Orchestra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Inglés'/><title type='text'>Electric Light Orchestra - Last Train To London</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3v6MBHpzZg8&amp;amp;hl=es_MX&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3v6MBHpzZg8&amp;hl=es_MX&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Last Train To London, del ya lejano disco "Discovery", editado en el año de 1979, ufff... esta banda de rock sinfonico inglesa Electric Light Orchestra conocida simplemente como ELO, una supercanción, clasica de cualquier bar, que anuncie Rock en Vivo Clasico, sin embargo esta banda, fue catalogada como una copia de lo que venian haciendo los Beatles, debido a que su principal "aportación" eran las cuerdas y la sección de metales....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Train To London&lt;br /&gt;Electric Light Orchestra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 9-29, 9-29 back street big city&lt;br /&gt;The sun was going' down, there was music all around&lt;br /&gt;It felt so right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those nights,&lt;br /&gt;One of those nights when you feel the world stop turning,&lt;br /&gt;You were standing there, there was music in the air&lt;br /&gt;I should have been away, but i knew i'd have to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last train to london, just heading out,&lt;br /&gt;Last train to london, just leaving town.&lt;br /&gt;But i really want tonight to last forever&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna be with you.&lt;br /&gt;Let the music play on down the line tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those nights,&lt;br /&gt;One of those nights when you feel the fire is burning,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was there, everybody to share, it felt so right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you were on your own,&lt;br /&gt;Looking like you were the only one around,&lt;br /&gt;I had to be with you, nothing else that i could do,&lt;br /&gt;I should have been away, but i knew i'd have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath a starry sky,&lt;br /&gt;Time was still but hours must really have rushed by,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize, but love was in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I really should have gone, but love went on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-8371668785448409262?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/8371668785448409262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=8371668785448409262' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/8371668785448409262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/8371668785448409262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/05/electric-light-orchestra-last-train-to.html' title='Electric Light Orchestra - Last Train To London'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-863824184043024443</id><published>2010-05-07T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T12:19:00.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Escoses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soup Dragons'/><title type='text'>Soup Dragons - Divine Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M3TIncTTL4k&amp;amp;hl=es_MX&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M3TIncTTL4k&amp;hl=es_MX&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta banda que realmente, paso con más pena que gloría por este lado del charco, influidos por el grunge, a mediados de los 90´s nos presentan esta simpatica canción, "Divine Thing", alegre, optimista directa, simple pero hasta cierto punto buena y agradable, sobre todo pegagosa... aquí se las dejo opinen....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Divine Thing&lt;br /&gt;Soup Dragons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one supreme being&lt;br /&gt;Just dressed to kill&lt;br /&gt;and fulfill&lt;br /&gt;just any dream&lt;br /&gt;And you are the one heart's desire&lt;br /&gt;All hips and lips&lt;br /&gt;made to trick&lt;br /&gt;just any fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I could have sworn that you were an angel&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're a sweet, sweet, sweet, divine thing&lt;br /&gt;But I should have known that you were the devil&lt;br /&gt;Dressed like a sweet, sweet, sweet, divine thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lack the one thing that is devotion&lt;br /&gt;not always there, in your hair&lt;br /&gt;in a daze&lt;br /&gt;Just too wrapped up in&lt;br /&gt;your own emotion&lt;br /&gt;your vanity&lt;br /&gt;will always be&lt;br /&gt;your greatest thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diiiiiiiiviiiiiiiine thing, diiiiiiiiiviiiiiiiine thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-863824184043024443?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/863824184043024443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=863824184043024443' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/863824184043024443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/863824184043024443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/05/soup-dragons-divine-thing.html' title='Soup Dragons - Divine Thing'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-4887750587394313033</id><published>2010-04-23T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T18:40:11.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock de Gales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Alarm'/><title type='text'>The Alarm - Presence Of Love</title><content type='html'>De regreso y espero esta vez tener más tiempo para subir mas y mas musica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fmUn5cTVNgE&amp;amp;hl=es_MX&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fmUn5cTVNgE&amp;hl=es_MX&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo de 1987, del Album Eye of the Hurricane, para esos días de lluvia que todos queremos... Una banda originaria del Norte de Gales, que empezo siendo Punk después se metió al New Wave y que su ultimo disco que fue una grabación para la BBC, una canción oscura ya que la plata se vincula a la Luna y la luna a la noche y a la noche la oscuridad, bueno eso creo, pero se me hace una canción nostalgica como el video en blanco y negro, excelente...  la voz del vocalista: Mike Peters, me recuerda a lal vocalista de Simple Minds: Jim Kerr, opinen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presence Of Love&lt;br /&gt;The Alarm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first heaven is silver&lt;br /&gt;And you are silver, you shine white light&lt;br /&gt;The second heaven's sacred&lt;br /&gt;And you are sacred of pure soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third heaven is pearl&lt;br /&gt;And your name is forever written&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't walk away&lt;br /&gt;No, don't walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking in the presence of love&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking in the seven heavens&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive with the agony, the ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;Strive for the pleasure and the pain&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking in the presence of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth heaven is white gold&lt;br /&gt;And you cry white golden tears&lt;br /&gt;The fifth heaven is holy&lt;br /&gt;You are the angel of sweet mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sixth heaven is of ruby&lt;br /&gt;Of the wind and of the earth&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't walk away&lt;br /&gt;No, don't walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking in the presence of love&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking in the seven heavens&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive with the agony, the ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;Strive for the pleasure and the pain&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking in the presence of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to die in a hell on earth&lt;br /&gt;In the valley below in the pain and the hurt&lt;br /&gt;In the sea of danger drowning me&lt;br /&gt;There's a ray of hope&lt;br /&gt;When I'm walking in the presence of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking in the seven heavens&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive with the agony, the ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;Strive for the pleasure and the pain&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking in the presence of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking in the presence of love&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking in the seven heavens&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking in the presence of love&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming into heaven of love&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking in the presence of love&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking into heaven of love&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking in the presence of love&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking into heaven....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-4887750587394313033?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/4887750587394313033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=4887750587394313033' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/4887750587394313033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/4887750587394313033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/04/alarm-presence-of-love.html' title='The Alarm - Presence Of Love'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-4275387519105237522</id><published>2010-01-30T14:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T14:07:58.436-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jumbo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Mexicano'/><title type='text'>Jumbo - Fotografía</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BWcjm6L53_c&amp;amp;hl=es_MX&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BWcjm6L53_c&amp;hl=es_MX&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;En este video ya con mas presupuesto, Jumbo, se da el lujo de invitar a varias personalidades del rock mexicano, por lo que además de lograr un gran video histórico, en cuanto a la rola, lo que me inspira a recordar la melancolia al ver las fotos del ayer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fotografía&lt;br /&gt;Jumbo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida entre fotografías se guardan y se olvidan&lt;br /&gt;porque dicen la verdad,&lt;br /&gt;dicen la verdad.&lt;br /&gt;Alguna vez oí decir que la vida una película.&lt;br /&gt;El curso de los días lleva la melancolía&lt;br /&gt;como las olas del mar,&lt;br /&gt;como las olas del mar.&lt;br /&gt;Algunos días si te estiran y atormentan tu armonía&lt;br /&gt;pero con la calma se van...&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando somos fuertes,&lt;br /&gt;nos devora el temor de seguir,&lt;br /&gt;cuando soy más débil...así&lt;br /&gt;El tráfico de la ciudad es la versión moderna&lt;br /&gt;de las estámpidas de carácter animal,&lt;br /&gt;de carácter animal.&lt;br /&gt;El navegar las avenidas es como&lt;br /&gt;aquel horrible día en que todo sale mal.&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo que contamos y que sobrevaloramos&lt;br /&gt;de alguna manera viene y vá,&lt;br /&gt;siempre viene y luego vá,&lt;br /&gt;a veces en la tarde cuando salgo por la calle&lt;br /&gt;me pregunto en dónde estás,&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando somos fuertes,&lt;br /&gt;nos devora el temor de seguir&lt;br /&gt;cuando soy más débil...así&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-4275387519105237522?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/4275387519105237522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=4275387519105237522' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/4275387519105237522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/4275387519105237522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/01/jumbo-fotografia.html' title='Jumbo - Fotografía'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-6922012881910436045</id><published>2010-01-30T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T14:01:09.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jumbo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Mexicano'/><title type='text'>Jumbo - Siento que..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQ7U1IdG-84&amp;amp;hl=es_MX&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQ7U1IdG-84&amp;hl=es_MX&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para no quedar mal, les dejo otra canción de Jumbo, en la que me recuerda esas tarde de reunión de la secundaria para oir canciones de la onda del Rock En tu idioma, y mezclarlo con un poco de rock internacional, pero como siempre recuerdo que mi música, el rock en inglés y en español fue la punta de lanza para empezar a conocer a alguna chica, esa era la estrategia no. 17, pero igual recuerdo como siempre con esta canción esas tardes de cuates...&lt;br /&gt;Por cierto un video padrisimo que actualmente es considerado de los mejores hechos en idioma español.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siento que...&lt;br /&gt;Jumbo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vienes a mi casa a oír mis discos viejos,&lt;br /&gt;la televisión prendida viendo mi reflejo,&lt;br /&gt;me coges de la mano,&lt;br /&gt;en serie polaroid,&lt;br /&gt;te sientas a mi lado,&lt;br /&gt;me abrazas,&lt;br /&gt;agarras y me dejas...&lt;br /&gt;*coro&lt;br /&gt;Siento que me quieres hoy,&lt;br /&gt;creo que mañana ya no,&lt;br /&gt;no quiero que me quieras hoy,&lt;br /&gt;quiero que mañana&lt;br /&gt;sea igual que hoy...&lt;br /&gt;Juntos aqui estamos en el cuarto de en medio,&lt;br /&gt;solos otra vez los dos fingiendo,&lt;br /&gt;me coges de la mano,&lt;br /&gt;en serie polaroid,&lt;br /&gt;oyendo "ella es mi disco"&lt;br /&gt;de niña,&lt;br /&gt;no entiendo si quieres más,&lt;br /&gt;agarras y me dejas sin hablar...&lt;br /&gt;*coro&lt;br /&gt;Vienes a mi casa a oir mis discos viejos,&lt;br /&gt;regresan los ochentas cuando vienes,&lt;br /&gt;me dejas con mis ojos en tus ojos...&lt;br /&gt;*coro&lt;br /&gt;Siento que me quieres hoy,&lt;br /&gt;creo que mañana ya no,&lt;br /&gt;no quiero que me quieras hoy,&lt;br /&gt;quiero que mañana... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-6922012881910436045?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6922012881910436045/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=6922012881910436045' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6922012881910436045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6922012881910436045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/01/jumbo-siento-que.html' title='Jumbo - Siento que..'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-6655829217039532705</id><published>2010-01-30T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:55:24.874-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jumbo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Mexicano'/><title type='text'>Jumbo - Aquí</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMw3eYhm0Oo&amp;amp;hl=es_MX&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMw3eYhm0Oo&amp;hl=es_MX&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Una excelente banda mexicana, que no se porque carajao no estaba ya en el blog tuvieron que pasar mas de 130 post, para que apareciera algo de JUMBO, Aquí, de su primer y excelente disco (como todos) &lt;strong&gt;Restaurant&lt;/strong&gt;, del cual se desprendieron varios sencillo que ahora son clásicos no solo del Rock nacional, sino del rock en español, como son &lt;strong&gt;Monotransistor, Fotografía, Siento que&lt;/strong&gt; y claro y porsupuesto: &lt;strong&gt;Aquí&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Siguiendo con el orden melancolico depresivo, ya para salir y gritar que apesar esto y de los demás, es decir a pesar de todo sigo Aquí.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqui&lt;br /&gt;Jumbo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no me amas, ya no me quieres,&lt;br /&gt;sólo me odias todo bien,&lt;br /&gt;y me pongo a pensar que tí y yo va a acabar,&lt;br /&gt;y sería mejor si ya no estás aquí,&lt;br /&gt;y me pongo a temblar, porque empiezo a reir&lt;br /&gt;y por un segundo puedo ver que salgo de aquí...(eeh oh)&lt;br /&gt;aquí (eeh oh)&lt;br /&gt;de aquí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadie funciona, nada me sirve,&lt;br /&gt;todo puede terminar y siempre bien,&lt;br /&gt;esta ciudad, me va a aplastar,&lt;br /&gt;es una sala de espera,&lt;br /&gt;esta ciudad se puede derretir&lt;br /&gt;y yo puedo estar sentado dentro de un proyectil,&lt;br /&gt;siento el dedo de Dios justo encima de mí&lt;br /&gt;y por un segundo puedo ver que salgo de aquí...(eeh oh)&lt;br /&gt;aquí (eeh oh) de aquí...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy vivo... estoy vivo (huh)&lt;br /&gt;estoy vivo y sigo aquí (woo hoo eeh oh)&lt;br /&gt;aquí (eeh oh), aquí. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-6655829217039532705?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6655829217039532705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=6655829217039532705' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6655829217039532705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6655829217039532705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/01/jumbo-aqui.html' title='Jumbo - Aquí'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-9106183677752703871</id><published>2010-01-30T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:38:58.156-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Inglés'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travis'/><title type='text'>Travis- Why Does It Always Rain On Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nwh3FmpZ7kg&amp;amp;hl=es_MX&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nwh3FmpZ7kg&amp;hl=es_MX&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;¿Por qué diablos siempre me pasa esto a mi?, ¿por qué nunca puedo conseguir lo que los demás?¿Por qué cuando logro, compro, encuentro algo que queria, siempre, pero siempre viene con algo defectuoso... ¿Por qué creo que la mala suerte me sigue a todos lados?, ¿Por qué siente el dedo de Dios encima de mí? (como dirían los amigos de Jumbo); solo son preguntas y no creo que existan respuestas, ya que con la depresión solo se busca la oscuridad y no se ve la luz que se vuelve tan pequeña como brillo de estrella en una noche nublada....&lt;br /&gt;Travis, gran, pero gran banda... que tiene excelentes canciones lastima que aquí en México no los saben apreciar y casí no los promueven como a Coldplay, pero en verdad son grandes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why Does It Always Rain On Me&lt;br /&gt;Travis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;Everybody saying everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;Still I can't close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing a tunnel at the end of all these lights&lt;br /&gt;Sunny days&lt;br /&gt;Where have you gone?&lt;br /&gt;I get the strangest feeling you belong&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always rain on me?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always rain on me?&lt;br /&gt;Even when the sun is shining&lt;br /&gt;I can't avoid the lightning&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand myself&lt;br /&gt;I'm being held up by invisible men&lt;br /&gt;Still life on a shelf when&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind on something else&lt;br /&gt;Sunny days&lt;br /&gt;Where have you gone?&lt;br /&gt;I get the strangest feeling you belong&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always rain on me?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always rain on me?&lt;br /&gt;Even when the sun is shining&lt;br /&gt;I can't avoid the lightning&lt;br /&gt;Oh, where did the blue skies go?&lt;br /&gt;And why is it raining so?&lt;br /&gt;It's so cold&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;Everybody saying everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;Still I can't close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing a tunnel at the end of all these lights&lt;br /&gt;Sunny days&lt;br /&gt;Where have you gone?&lt;br /&gt;I get the strangest feeling you belong&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always rain on me?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always rain on me?&lt;br /&gt;Even when the sun is shining&lt;br /&gt;I can't avoid the lightning&lt;br /&gt;Oh, where did the blue skies go?&lt;br /&gt;And why is it raining so?&lt;br /&gt;It's so cold&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always rain on me?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always rain... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-9106183677752703871?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/9106183677752703871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=9106183677752703871' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/9106183677752703871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/9106183677752703871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/01/travis-why-does-it-always-rain-on-me.html' title='Travis- Why Does It Always Rain On Me'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-7282537760352190751</id><published>2010-01-30T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:19:51.375-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coldplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Inglés'/><title type='text'>Coldplay - Green Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hon-BAyhlCk&amp;amp;hl=es_MX&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hon-BAyhlCk&amp;hl=es_MX&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Cuantas veces te atreves a decir lo que sientes, cuantas veces te sientas solo a llorrar por lo que no pudo ser, y vez el tiempo pasar; cuantas veces te has entregado a lograr un ideal, un objetivo, por tan grande que sea, por tan lejano que parezca, cuantas veces te has preguntado: sí pudiera y te quedas suspirando solo las formas que representan las nubes para ti.&lt;br /&gt;Es lejano el dolor pero cercano el miedo, que te conduce al final a lo que quieres evitar: el dolor, pero no llega solo, sino trae consigo una amiga intima conocidad como fustración...&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay hay a quienes los aman, hay quienes los odian, repudiados por imitar a otras bandas como Travis, pero aclamados porque tiene buenas canciones y porque no por lo menos discos grandes discos, los dos primeros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Green Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey you are a rock, upon which I stand&lt;br /&gt;and I came here to talk I hope you understand.&lt;br /&gt;That green eyes, yeah the spotlight shines upon you&lt;br /&gt;and how could anybody deny you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came here with a load and it feels so much lighter, now I met you&lt;br /&gt;and honey you should know that I could never go on without you.&lt;br /&gt;Green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey you are the sea, upon which I flow, and I came to talk&lt;br /&gt;I think you should know.&lt;br /&gt;That green eyes, you're the one that I wanted to find&lt;br /&gt;and anyone who tried to deny you&lt;br /&gt;must be out of their mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I came here with a load and it feels so much lighter since I met you&lt;br /&gt;and honey you should know that I could never go on without you.&lt;br /&gt;Green eyes, green eyes&lt;br /&gt;ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey you are a rock upon which I stand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-7282537760352190751?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/7282537760352190751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=7282537760352190751' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/7282537760352190751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/7282537760352190751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/01/coldplay-green-eyes.html' title='Coldplay - Green Eyes'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-6400396919637079854</id><published>2010-01-30T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T12:52:55.806-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Inglés'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oasis'/><title type='text'>Oasis - Champagne Supernova</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-cJauX_q6wI&amp;amp;hl=es_MX&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-cJauX_q6wI&amp;hl=es_MX&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaya un día nublado, lluvioso, frío, un gran video, una gran canción: resultado UN GRAN DIA, 29 de enero... parece aveces que después de un gran perdida viene otra , la de nosotros mismos, pero el mundo sigue girando alrededor de nosotros y no sabemos por qué y ni para qué, ¿Cuántas personas especiales, cercanas han cambiado, que ahora ya no estan tan cerca?. ¿Cuántas personas extrañas, ahora son cercanas?. Las lagrimas de los ojos ya se han secado, el dolor del corazón ha disminuido, la opresión del pecho es inexistente, Quizá algún día me encontrarás, te encontraré nos saludaremos y charlemos en una supernova de champaña en el cielo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Champagne Supernova&lt;br /&gt;Oasis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many special people change&lt;br /&gt;How many lives are living strange&lt;br /&gt;Where were you when we were getting high?&lt;br /&gt;Slowly walking down the hall&lt;br /&gt;Faster than a cannon ball&lt;br /&gt;Where were you while we were getting high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day you will find me&lt;br /&gt;Caught beneath the landslide&lt;br /&gt;In a champagne supernova in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Some day you will find me&lt;br /&gt;Caught beneath the landslide&lt;br /&gt;In a champagne supernova&lt;br /&gt;A champagne supernova in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up the dawn and ask her why&lt;br /&gt;A dreamer dreams she never dies&lt;br /&gt;Wipe that tear away now from your eye&lt;br /&gt;Slowly walking down the hall&lt;br /&gt;Faster than a cannon ball&lt;br /&gt;Where were you when we were getting high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day you will find me&lt;br /&gt;Caught beneath the landslide&lt;br /&gt;In a champagne supernova in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Some day you will find me&lt;br /&gt;Caught beneath the landslide&lt;br /&gt;In a champagne supernova&lt;br /&gt;A champagne supernova in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos people believe that they're&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get away for the summer&lt;br /&gt;But you and I, we live and die&lt;br /&gt;The world's still spinning round&lt;br /&gt;We don't know why&lt;br /&gt;Why, why, why, why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many special people change&lt;br /&gt;How many lives are living strange&lt;br /&gt;Where were you when we were getting high?&lt;br /&gt;Slowly walking down the hall&lt;br /&gt;Faster than a cannon ball&lt;br /&gt;Where were you while we were getting high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day you will find me&lt;br /&gt;Caught beneath the landslide&lt;br /&gt;In a champagne supernova in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Some day you will find me&lt;br /&gt;Caught beneath the landslide&lt;br /&gt;In a champagne supernova&lt;br /&gt;A champagne supernova in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos people believe that they're&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get away for the summer&lt;br /&gt;But you and I, we live and die&lt;br /&gt;The world's still spinning round&lt;br /&gt;We don't know why&lt;br /&gt;Why, why, why, why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many special people change&lt;br /&gt;How many lives are living strange&lt;br /&gt;Where were you when we were getting high?&lt;br /&gt;We were getting high&lt;br /&gt;We were getting high&lt;br /&gt;We were getting high&lt;br /&gt;We were getting high &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-6400396919637079854?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6400396919637079854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=6400396919637079854' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6400396919637079854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6400396919637079854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/01/oasis-champagne-supernova.html' title='Oasis - Champagne Supernova'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-2485133069945309978</id><published>2010-01-25T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T13:52:49.121-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soda Stero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Argentino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andy Summers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Police'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gustavo Ceratí'/><title type='text'>Gustavo Cerati y Andy Summers -Traeme La Noche</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tGqlCC9rWnA" frameborder="0" width="480" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues aqui de regreso........&lt;br /&gt;Dejando atras todo lo que paso, para dar un nuevo inicio a lo que es lo mas sagrado musicalmente hablando: El rock and Roll y para muestra un boton: Cerati con Andy Summer, del famoso y criticado Tributo a The Police, donde la desesperación por no poder estar con la persona que queremos, o estar donde queremos nos hace de decir: Traeme la noche que ya no quiero, que ya no puedo estar despierto, prefiero dormir, prefiero soñar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Traeme La Noche&lt;br /&gt;Gustavo Ceratí y Andy Summer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La tarde suavemente se aleja&lt;br /&gt;la oscuridad tendió su red al mar&lt;br /&gt;la espero entre las sombras&lt;br /&gt;Dios sabrá porque&lt;br /&gt;ya es tarde para volver igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traeme la noche&lt;br /&gt;no puedo estar despierto mas sin verla&lt;br /&gt;Traeme la noche&lt;br /&gt;no puedo estar despierto mas sin verla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futuro se estrella ante mi&lt;br /&gt;enciende las tinieblas de ansiedad&lt;br /&gt;cada vez mas solo me dejo caer&lt;br /&gt;no hay nada que yo pueda hacer igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traeme la noche&lt;br /&gt;no puedo estar despierto mas sin verla&lt;br /&gt;Traeme la noche&lt;br /&gt;no puedo estar despierto mas sin verla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traeme la noche&lt;br /&gt;no puedo estar despierto mas sin verla&lt;br /&gt;Traeme la noche&lt;br /&gt;no puedo estar despierto mas sin verla&lt;br /&gt;No puedo estar despierto mas sin verla &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-2485133069945309978?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/2485133069945309978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=2485133069945309978' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/2485133069945309978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/2485133069945309978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2010/01/gustavo-cerati-y-andy-summers-traeme-la.html' title='Gustavo Cerati y Andy Summers -Traeme La Noche'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tGqlCC9rWnA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-173653992786427461</id><published>2009-12-08T20:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:58:21.215-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Inglés'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Lennon'/><title type='text'>John Lennon - #9 Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XJFtYpPeDkM&amp;amp;hl=es_MX&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XJFtYpPeDkM&amp;hl=es_MX&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hace 29 años, el mundo perdió a una de las mentes mas creativas que han existido musicalmente hablando, también perdio a unas de las personas que más lucharon por la paz, curiosamente, muere violentamente, el 8 de diciembre de 1980, un loco, un idiota, un estupido, no se como más llamarlo, decide quitarle la vida a John Lennon, cada canción, cada album, cada nota que nos dejo, deja una gran herencia a nuestros oidos, la paz, el amor, sigue latente, y su música por siempre seguira, ya sea junto con los Beatles, o ya como solista, sin embargo existen canciones que ya son parte de nuestra vida y que todos cuando las escuchan las identifican. Existen canciones como: Imagine, Woman, o "(Just like) starting over", pero en lo particular para mí, la mejor es #9 Dream, porque es una canción realmente soñadora, una canción realmente conmevedora e incluso al escucharla te hace volar... Por eso John Wiston Lennon siempre y por siempre sera el numero uno...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#9 Dream&lt;br /&gt;John Lennon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long ago&lt;br /&gt;Was it in a dream, was it just a dream?&lt;br /&gt;I know, yes I know&lt;br /&gt;Seemed so very real, it seemed so real to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a walk down the street&lt;br /&gt;Thru the heat whispered trees&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could hear (hear, hear, hear)&lt;br /&gt;Somebody call out my name as it started to rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two spirits dancing so strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! b'wakawa pouss?, pouss?&lt;br /&gt;Ah! b'wakawa pouss?, pouss?&lt;br /&gt;Ah! b'wakawa pouss?, pouss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream, dream away&lt;br /&gt;Magic in the air, was magic in the air?&lt;br /&gt;I believe, yes I believe&lt;br /&gt;More I cannot say, what more can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a river of sound&lt;br /&gt;Thru the mirror go round, round&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could feel (feel, feel, feel)&lt;br /&gt;Music touching my soul, something warm, sudden cold&lt;br /&gt;The spirit dance was unfolding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! b'wakawa pouss?, pouss?&lt;br /&gt;Ah! b'wakawa pouss?, pouss?&lt;br /&gt;Ah! b'wakawa pouss?, pouss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! b'wakawa pouss?, pouss?&lt;br /&gt;Ah! b'wakawa pouss?, pouss?&lt;br /&gt;Ah! b'wakawa pouss?, pouss?&lt;br /&gt;Ah! b'wakawa pouss?, pouss?&lt;br /&gt;Ah! b'wakawa pouss?, pouss?&lt;br /&gt;Ah! b'wakawa pouss?, pouss?&lt;br /&gt;Ah! b'wakawa pouss?, pouss?&lt;br /&gt;Ah! b'wakawa pouss?, pouss?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-173653992786427461?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/173653992786427461/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=173653992786427461' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/173653992786427461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/173653992786427461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/12/john-lennon-9-dream.html' title='John Lennon - #9 Dream'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-6827996460352217327</id><published>2009-12-04T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:08:36.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Van Halen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>Van Halen - Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vGcxN2D1E34&amp;amp;hl=es_MX&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vGcxN2D1E34&amp;hl=es_MX&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dios, no creo que exista un guitarrista igual que Eddie Van Halen, aquí todavía con el vocalista David Lee Roth, puesto que despues debido a problemas personales, ocupo Sammy Haggar, y por poco tiempo Gary Cherone. Una canción de 1986, del album 5150, donde la verdad el video no me gusta, creo que esta canción merecía algo más, pero en fin, lo hecho hecho esta, sin embargo la canción es una canción que le hace honor a su nombre: te hace soñar, te motiva, el ritmo que le imprime Eddie a su guitarra, es increíble, y realmente sensacional....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Van Halen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World turns black and white&lt;br /&gt;Pictures in an empty room&lt;br /&gt;Your love starts fallin' down&lt;br /&gt;Better change your tune&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you reach for the golden ring&lt;br /&gt;Reach for the sky&lt;br /&gt;Baby, just spread your wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll get higher and higher&lt;br /&gt;Straight up we'll climb&lt;br /&gt;We'll get higher and higher&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, run, run away&lt;br /&gt;Like a train runnin' off the track&lt;br /&gt;Got the truth bein' left behind&lt;br /&gt;Falls between the cracks&lt;br /&gt;Standin' on broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;Never losin' sight, ah&lt;br /&gt;Well just spread your wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll get higher and higher&lt;br /&gt;Straight up we'll climb&lt;br /&gt;We'll get higher and higher&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby dry your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Save all the tears you've cried&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's what dreams are made of&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we belong in a world that must be strong&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's what dreams are made of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we'll get higher and higher&lt;br /&gt;Straight up we'll climb&lt;br /&gt;Higher and higher&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we'll get higher and higher&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what we'll find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby dry your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Save all the tears you've cried&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's what dreams are made of&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, we belong in a world that must be strong&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's what dreams are made of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end on dreams we will depend&lt;br /&gt;'Cause that's what love is made of &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-6827996460352217327?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6827996460352217327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=6827996460352217327' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6827996460352217327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6827996460352217327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/12/van-halen-dreams.html' title='Van Halen - Dreams'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-1056935351936759110</id><published>2009-12-04T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:47:58.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Irlandes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><title type='text'>U2 - Ultraviolet (Light My Way)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nKK5YfkEimQ&amp;amp;hl=es_MX&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nKK5YfkEimQ&amp;hl=es_MX&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Si bien del Séptimo Album de U2: Achtung Baby, podría ponerlo completo, porque no existe canción mala, incluso, creo que sería el primer disco que me llevaría a una isla desierta, incluso esta canción fue incluida en el Soundtrack de la película Click, de la cual empieza en moment justo, que es tan emotiva esta canción que con el trama de la pelí, es casí imposible no llorrar... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ultraviolet (Light My Way)&lt;br /&gt;U2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like checkin' out&lt;br /&gt;I want to get it wrong&lt;br /&gt;Can't always be strong&lt;br /&gt;And love it won't be long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sugar, don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;Oh child, wipe the tears from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You know I need you to be strong&lt;br /&gt;And the day is as dark as the night is long&lt;br /&gt;Feel like trash, you make me feel clean&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the black, can't see or be seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby...light my way&lt;br /&gt;(alright now)&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby...light my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bury your treasure&lt;br /&gt;Where it can't be found&lt;br /&gt;But your love is like a secret&lt;br /&gt;That's been passed around&lt;br /&gt;There is a silence that comes to a house&lt;br /&gt;Where no one can sleep&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's the price of love&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not cheap&lt;br /&gt;(oh, come on)&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby...light my way&lt;br /&gt;(oh, come on)&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby...light my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...ultraviolet...&lt;br /&gt;Ultraviolet...&lt;br /&gt;Ultraviolet...&lt;br /&gt;Ultraviolet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby...light my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;When we could sleep on stones&lt;br /&gt;Now we lie together&lt;br /&gt;In whispers and moans&lt;br /&gt;When I was all messed up&lt;br /&gt;And I had opera in my head&lt;br /&gt;Your love was a light bulb&lt;br /&gt;Hanging over my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby...light my way&lt;br /&gt;(oh, come on)&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby...light my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultraviolet...&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat 4 times]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby...&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby...&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby...light my way&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat 3 times]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-1056935351936759110?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/1056935351936759110/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=1056935351936759110' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/1056935351936759110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/1056935351936759110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/12/u2-ultraviolet-light-my-way.html' title='U2 - Ultraviolet (Light My Way)'/><author><name>M. 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Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-8882218226589035816</id><published>2009-12-04T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:38:08.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Def Leppard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Inglés'/><title type='text'>Def Leppard - Stand Up ( Kick Love Into Motion )</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Flg1v9-7QE&amp;amp;hl=es_MX&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Flg1v9-7QE&amp;hl=es_MX&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Si bien el disco de Adrenalize, promociono principalmente canciones como Tonigth, Let´s Get Rocked, Make Love Like a Man y Make Love Like a Man, al escuchar el disco completo, esta canción surge y descata inmediatamente, tal vez como añoranza de Hysteria, por los acordes y bases melodicas similares, e igual una letra que llena de amor a quién la escucha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stand Up ( Kick Love Into Motion )&lt;br /&gt;Def Leppard &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know right now&lt;br /&gt;It's got to be this time&lt;br /&gt;I wanna show you how&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make you change your mind&lt;br /&gt;There's an empty chair at my table&lt;br /&gt;There's an empty look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, that's right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just happen to be a man&lt;br /&gt;And you happen to be a woman&lt;br /&gt;And we happen to be together&lt;br /&gt;Try to stop this thing comin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up, kick love into motion&lt;br /&gt;Take a little love and shake it all around, stand up&lt;br /&gt;Stand up, kick love into motion&lt;br /&gt;Take me in your arms and throw me to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Down to the ground, baby come on&lt;br /&gt;Stand up, stand up for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna play your game&lt;br /&gt;I wanna play with fire&lt;br /&gt;I want to breathe your air&lt;br /&gt;Baby, gonna take you there&lt;br /&gt;If you lay your cards on the table&lt;br /&gt;I'll lay my love on the line&lt;br /&gt;Till you're mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just happen to be a man&lt;br /&gt;And you happen to be a woman&lt;br /&gt;And we happen to be together&lt;br /&gt;Try to stop this thing comin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up, kick love into motion&lt;br /&gt;Take a little love and shake it all around, stand up&lt;br /&gt;Stand up, kick love into motion&lt;br /&gt;Take me in your arms and throw me to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Down to the ground, baby come on&lt;br /&gt;Stand up, stand up for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't get it much better&lt;br /&gt;You never had it so good&lt;br /&gt;Stand up together&lt;br /&gt;And when you're ready to&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna get what you should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little by little&lt;br /&gt;Like a fine wine&lt;br /&gt;My love is like a motor&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' all the time&lt;br /&gt;Step by step&lt;br /&gt;Easy and slow&lt;br /&gt;On the stairway to heaven&lt;br /&gt;What a way to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up, kick love into motion&lt;br /&gt;Take a little love and shake it all around, stand up&lt;br /&gt;Stand up, kick love into motion&lt;br /&gt;Take me in your arms and throw me to the ground, stand up&lt;br /&gt;Stand up, kick love into motion&lt;br /&gt;Take me in your arms and show me what you found, stand up&lt;br /&gt;Stand up, kick love into motion&lt;br /&gt;My love is like a motor runnin' all the time, stand up&lt;br /&gt;Stand up, yeah, kick love into motion&lt;br /&gt;I said step by step&lt;br /&gt;Go easy, go slow, stand up&lt;br /&gt;Stand up, kick love into motion&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, on a stairway to heaven&lt;br /&gt;What a way to go, stand up &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-8882218226589035816?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/8882218226589035816/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=8882218226589035816' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/8882218226589035816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/8882218226589035816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/12/def-leppard-stand-up-kick-love-into.html' title='Def Leppard - Stand Up ( Kick Love Into Motion )'/><author><name>M. 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Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-5993793681555289328</id><published>2009-12-04T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:18:50.070-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Inglés'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sting'/><title type='text'>Sting - Why Should Cry For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iHhZKSoePio&amp;amp;hl=es_MX&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iHhZKSoePio&amp;hl=es_MX&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Del gran disco Soul Cages, se extreé este excelente corte, en el cual nos brinda Sting, una de sus mejores obras, donde demuestra de manera sobrada la soledad que aveces es lo único que te acompaña, haciendo un simil con la soledad situada en medio del mar, con la vida de un marinero, norte, sur, este, oeste, dime por qué llorrar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why Should I Cry For You&lt;br /&gt;Sting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the dog star sail&lt;br /&gt;Over the reefs of moonshine&lt;br /&gt;Under the skies of fall&lt;br /&gt;North, north west, the Stones of Faroe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the Arctic fire&lt;br /&gt;Over the seas of silence&lt;br /&gt;Hauling on frozen ropes&lt;br /&gt;For all my days remaining&lt;br /&gt;But would north be true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All colours bleed to red&lt;br /&gt;Asleep on the ocean's bed&lt;br /&gt;Drifting on empty seas&lt;br /&gt;For all my days remaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But would north be true?&lt;br /&gt;Why should I?&lt;br /&gt;Why should I cry for you?&lt;br /&gt;Dark angels follow me&lt;br /&gt;Over a godless sea&lt;br /&gt;Mountains of endless falling,&lt;br /&gt;For all my days remaining,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would be true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I see your face,&lt;br /&gt;The stars seem to lose their place&lt;br /&gt;Why must I think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Why must I?&lt;br /&gt;Why should I?&lt;br /&gt;Why should I cry for you?&lt;br /&gt;Why would you want me to?&lt;br /&gt;And what would it mean to say,&lt;br /&gt;That, "I loved you in my fashion"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would be true?&lt;br /&gt;Why should I?&lt;br /&gt;Why should I cry for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-5993793681555289328?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/5993793681555289328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=5993793681555289328' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/5993793681555289328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/5993793681555289328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/12/sting-why-should-cry-for-you.html' title='Sting - Why Should Cry For You'/><author><name>M. 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Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-6996068611569349178</id><published>2009-11-24T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T18:33:24.378-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Escoses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Minds'/><title type='text'>Simple Minds - Alive and Kicking</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EK08XU4VaLQ&amp;amp;hl=es_MX&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EK08XU4VaLQ&amp;hl=es_MX&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Algo grande para recordar los Simple Minds, que desgraciadamente nunca pudieron superar el exito de su primer album, per lo realizado es excelente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alive and Kicking&lt;br /&gt;Simple Minds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You turn me on, you lift me up&lt;br /&gt;And like the sweetest cup I'd share with you&lt;br /&gt;You lift me up, don't you ever stop, I'm here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's all or nothing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you say you'll follow through&lt;br /&gt;You follow me, and I, I, I follow you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna do when things go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna do when it all cracks up?&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna do when the Love burns down?&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna do when the flames go up?&lt;br /&gt;Who is gonna come and turn the tide?&lt;br /&gt;What's it gonna take to make a dream survive?&lt;br /&gt;Who's got the touch to calm the storm inside?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna save you?&lt;br /&gt;Alive and Kicking&lt;br /&gt;Stay until your love is, Alive and Kicking&lt;br /&gt;Stay until your love is, until your love is, Alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you lift me up to the crucial top, so I can see&lt;br /&gt;Oh you lead me on, till the feelings come&lt;br /&gt;And the lights that shine on&lt;br /&gt;But if that don't mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;Like if someday it should fall through&lt;br /&gt;You'll take me home where the magic's from&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna do when things go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna do when it all cracks up?&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna do when the Love burns down?&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna do when the flames go up?&lt;br /&gt;Who is gonna come and turn the tide?&lt;br /&gt;What's it gonna take to make a dream survive?&lt;br /&gt;Who's got the touch to calm the storm inside?&lt;br /&gt;Don't say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Don't say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;In the final seconds who's gonna save you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Alive and Kicking&lt;br /&gt;Stay until your love is, love is, Alive and Kicking&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Alive and Kicking&lt;br /&gt;Stay until your love is, love is, Alive and Kicking &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-6996068611569349178?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6996068611569349178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=6996068611569349178' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6996068611569349178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6996068611569349178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/11/simple-minds-alive-and-kicking.html' title='Simple Minds - Alive and Kicking'/><author><name>M. 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Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-7625110191294536312</id><published>2009-11-20T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T11:41:43.510-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kate Pierson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iggy Pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>Iggy Pop &amp; Kate Pierson - Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="365" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x5hx7&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x5hx7&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="365" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x5hx7_iggy-pop-kate-pierson-candy_music"&gt;Iggy Pop &amp;amp; Kate Pierson - Candy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Iggy Pop, odiado por muchos, amado por muchos ex-vocalista de The Stooges, que son considerados como precursores del Punk, muy amigo de David Bowie, que el alcohol y las drogas destruyeron y que son motivo de que ahora casí desaparesca de la escena musical actual, en esta canción junto con Kate Pierson, vocalista de B-52´s, logran un exito comercial importante, por lo que se refiere a la canción una canción melancolica, hasta cierto punto dulce, que se me hace excelente como para recordarla con algo clasico de los noventas....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Candy&lt;br /&gt;Iggy Pop &amp;amp; Kate Pierson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a rainy agernoon&lt;br /&gt;in 1990&lt;br /&gt;the big city geez it been 20&lt;br /&gt;years-&lt;br /&gt;candy-you were so fine&lt;br /&gt;beautiful beautiful&lt;br /&gt;girl from the north&lt;br /&gt;you burned my hear&lt;br /&gt;with a flickering torch&lt;br /&gt;i had a dream that no one else&lt;br /&gt;could see&lt;br /&gt;you gave me love for free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus: candy&lt;br /&gt;candy&lt;br /&gt;candy i can't let you go&lt;br /&gt;all my life you're haunting me&lt;br /&gt;i loved you to&lt;br /&gt;candy&lt;br /&gt;candy&lt;br /&gt;candy i can't let you go&lt;br /&gt;life is crazy&lt;br /&gt;candy baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate: yeah, well it hurt me real bad&lt;br /&gt;when you left&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad you got out&lt;br /&gt;but i miss you&lt;br /&gt;i've had a hole in my heart for&lt;br /&gt;so long&lt;br /&gt;i've learned to fake it and just&lt;br /&gt;smile along&lt;br /&gt;down on the street&lt;br /&gt;those men are all the same&lt;br /&gt;i need a love&lt;br /&gt;not games&lt;br /&gt;not games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus x2&lt;br /&gt;Chorus to fade &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-7625110191294536312?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/7625110191294536312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=7625110191294536312' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/7625110191294536312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/7625110191294536312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/11/iggy-pop-kate-pierson-candy.html' title='Iggy Pop &amp; Kate Pierson - Candy'/><author><name>M. 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Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-9058527756950976534</id><published>2009-10-28T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:17:17.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Inglés'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><title type='text'>Queen -  Radio Ga Ga</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m4MNTBYhLlY&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m4MNTBYhLlY&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Otra super Banda.... Queen con el finado Freddy Mercury entre sus filas, que buscaba siempre ser lo que es el mejor..., una canción futurista, una canción grande, una canción donde busca agradecer lo que empeza a dejar de ser: la Radio, para dar paso a la Televisión y el video, "The Video Killer the Radio Star", el video mato a la estrella de la radio, pero en su momento la radio fue lo que hacia soñar, volar e imaginar, incluso mas que la televisión, la imaginación no tiene limites las imagenes si...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Radio Ga Ga&lt;br /&gt;Queen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio I'd sit alone and watch your light&lt;br /&gt;My only friend through teenage nights&lt;br /&gt;And ev'rything I had to know&lt;br /&gt;I heard it on my radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave them all those old time stars&lt;br /&gt;Through wars of worlds - invaded by Mars&lt;br /&gt;You made 'em laugh - you made 'em cry&lt;br /&gt;You made us feel like we could fly&lt;br /&gt;Radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't become some background noise&lt;br /&gt;A backdrop for the girls and boys&lt;br /&gt;Who just don't know or just don't care&lt;br /&gt;And just complain when you're not there&lt;br /&gt;You had your time you had the power&lt;br /&gt;You've yet to have your finest hour&lt;br /&gt;Radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we hear is Radio ga ga&lt;br /&gt;Radio goo goo&lt;br /&gt;Radio ga ga&lt;br /&gt;All we hear is Radio ga ga&lt;br /&gt;Radio blah blah&lt;br /&gt;Radio what's new?&lt;br /&gt;Radio someone still loves you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watch the shows - we watch the stars&lt;br /&gt;On videos for hours and hours&lt;br /&gt;We hardly need to use our ears&lt;br /&gt;How music changes through the years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope you never leave old friend&lt;br /&gt;Like all good things on you we depend&lt;br /&gt;So stick around cos we might miss you&lt;br /&gt;When we grow tired of all this visual&lt;br /&gt;You had your time you had the power&lt;br /&gt;You've yet to have your finest hour&lt;br /&gt;Radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we hear is Radio ga ga&lt;br /&gt;Radio goo goo&lt;br /&gt;Radio ga ga&lt;br /&gt;All we hear is Radio ga ga&lt;br /&gt;Radio goo goo&lt;br /&gt;Radio ga ga&lt;br /&gt;All we hear is Radio ga ga&lt;br /&gt;Radio blah blah&lt;br /&gt;Radio what's new?&lt;br /&gt;Someone still loves you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio ga ga&lt;br /&gt;Radio ga ga&lt;br /&gt;Radio ga ga&lt;br /&gt;Radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had your time you had the power&lt;br /&gt;You've yet to have your finest hour&lt;br /&gt;Radio. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-9058527756950976534?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/9058527756950976534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=9058527756950976534' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/9058527756950976534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/9058527756950976534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/queen-radio-ga-ga.html' title='Queen -  Radio Ga Ga'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-6017679372322453643</id><published>2009-10-28T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:03:17.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Inglés'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Rolling Stones'/><title type='text'>The Rolling Stones - Anybody Seen My Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ufp0RANigro&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ufp0RANigro&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Era imperdonable con mas de 100 post, no tuviera nada de sus Satanicas Majestades: "&lt;strong&gt;los Rolling Stones&lt;/strong&gt;", los abuelos de Rock and Roll,  mas que imperdonable, pero aquí les dejo algo de mister Mick Jagger y Cia., si bien no es la canción más reconocidad de ellos, como "Satisfaction", "Sympathy for the Devil,  ó "Angie"; las piedras rodantes como es costumbre en cada Disco un clásica que pasará a la inmortalidad, en este caso la pregunta es: " Alguien a visto a mi nena?",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anybody Seen My Baby&lt;br /&gt;The Rolling Stones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She confessed her love to me&lt;br /&gt;Then she vanished on the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hold on to that was just impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was more than beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Closer to etherial&lt;br /&gt;With a kind of down to earth flavor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's three in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Then I realize&lt;br /&gt;That she's really gone for good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody seen my baby&lt;br /&gt;Anybody seen her around&lt;br /&gt;Love has gone and made me blind&lt;br /&gt;I've looked but I just can't find&lt;br /&gt;She has gotten lost in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flippin' magazines&lt;br /&gt;In that place on Mercer Street&lt;br /&gt;When I thought I spotted her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting on a motor bike&lt;br /&gt;Looking rather lady like&lt;br /&gt;Didn't she just give me a wave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salty tears&lt;br /&gt;It's three in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Has she disappeared&lt;br /&gt;Is she really gone for good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody seen my baby&lt;br /&gt;Anybody seen her around&lt;br /&gt;If I just close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I reach out and touch the prize&lt;br /&gt;Anybody seen her around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody seen my baby&lt;br /&gt;Anybody seen her around&lt;br /&gt;If I just close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I reach out and touch the prize&lt;br /&gt;Anybody seen her around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost, lost and never found&lt;br /&gt;I must have called her a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think she's just in my imagination &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-6017679372322453643?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6017679372322453643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=6017679372322453643' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6017679372322453643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6017679372322453643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/rolling-stones-anybody-seen-my-baby.html' title='The Rolling Stones - Anybody Seen My Baby'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-6735753431119261860</id><published>2009-10-26T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:21:10.129-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>Toto - Africa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lPT_3PEjnsE&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lPT_3PEjnsE&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Una canción alegre, una canción de una banda llamada TOTO, que como exito mayor tuvo la canción de Roxana, si embargo esta para mí es la mejor, África un continente oscuro, enigmatico, y donde se estan celebrando los mundiales de Fútbol, que busca muchos países salir de la extrema pobreza, donde la corrupción, la ambición han hecho de varios países los mas pobres del mundo, donde la gente sufre para tener que comer, sin embargo África ahi esta, de pie, luchando por lo que nosotros tenemos y despreciamos y es más hasta nos damos el lugar de desperdiciar, algun día este será el continente mas prospero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Africa&lt;br /&gt;Toto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the drums echoing tonight&lt;br /&gt;But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation&lt;br /&gt;Shes coming in 12:30 flight&lt;br /&gt;The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation&lt;br /&gt;I stopped an old man along the way&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to find some long forgotten words or ancient melodies&lt;br /&gt;He turned to me as if to say, hurry boy, its waiting there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna take a lot to drag me away from you&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do&lt;br /&gt;I bless the rains down in africa&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take some time to do the things we never had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wild dogs cry out in the night&lt;br /&gt;As they grow restless longing for some solitary company&lt;br /&gt;I know that I must do whats right&lt;br /&gt;Sure as kilimanjaro rises like olympus above the serengeti&lt;br /&gt;I seek to cure whats deep inside, frightened of this thing that Ive become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(instrumental break)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry boy, shes waiting there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna take a lot to drag me away from you&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do&lt;br /&gt;I bless the rains down in africa, I bless the rains down in africa&lt;br /&gt;I bless the rains down in africa, I bless the rains down in africa&lt;br /&gt;I bless the rains down in africa&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take some time to do the things we never had &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-6735753431119261860?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6735753431119261860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=6735753431119261860' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6735753431119261860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6735753431119261860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/toto-africa.html' title='Toto - Africa'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-6836114327193932618</id><published>2009-10-26T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:24:37.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Inglés'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yes'/><title type='text'>Yes - Love Will Find A Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="245"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x2arbe&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x2arbe&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" height="245" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2arbe_yes-love-will-find-a-way_music"&gt;Yes - Love Will Find A Way&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Una banda rock Progresivo, que marco un estilo sin precedente por la forma de escribir y musicalizar sus canciones, poniendose en su punto mas alto a mitad de los 80´s, una canción soñadora, una canción magistral que descarta los canones del New Wave en apogeo, para realizar algo mas enriquecedor, algo mas comovedor y sobretodo mas original que lo que se escuchaba en ese entonces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Will Find A Way&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna get close to me&lt;br /&gt;The feeling so clear&lt;br /&gt;But I need some time to see&lt;br /&gt;Vision through my tear&lt;br /&gt;You wanna get next to me&lt;br /&gt;I need your intrusion&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to be&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by confusion&lt;br /&gt;Here is my heart&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Here is my soul&lt;br /&gt;I eat at chez nous&lt;br /&gt;Love will find a way&lt;br /&gt;If you want it to&lt;br /&gt;Love will find a way&lt;br /&gt;Love will find a way&lt;br /&gt;for me and you&lt;br /&gt;Love will find a way&lt;br /&gt;Love will find a way&lt;br /&gt;Love will find a way&lt;br /&gt;Love will find a way&lt;br /&gt;[ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/bXe ]&lt;br /&gt;So you want to get over me&lt;br /&gt;And that's how you feel&lt;br /&gt;Everything you want to be&lt;br /&gt;Seems so unreal&lt;br /&gt;I want to be all of you&lt;br /&gt;And that's the confusion&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard for me&lt;br /&gt;To draw a conclusion&lt;br /&gt;Here is my heart&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Here is my soul&lt;br /&gt;I eat at chez nous&lt;br /&gt;Love will find a way&lt;br /&gt;If you want it to&lt;br /&gt;Love will find a way&lt;br /&gt;Love will find a way&lt;br /&gt;Love will find a way&lt;br /&gt;If you want it to&lt;br /&gt;Love will find a way&lt;br /&gt;Love will find a way&lt;br /&gt;Love will find a way&lt;br /&gt;I believe that there's a way&lt;br /&gt;If you want it to&lt;br /&gt;Will love find a way&lt;br /&gt;Love will find a way&lt;br /&gt;Will love find a way&lt;br /&gt;Love will find a way &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-6836114327193932618?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6836114327193932618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=6836114327193932618' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6836114327193932618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6836114327193932618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/yes-love-will-find-way.html' title='Yes - Love Will Find A Way'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-5508736476610886553</id><published>2009-10-26T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:32:07.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Inglés'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asia'/><title type='text'>Asia - Only Time Will Tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-6GhodMhcik&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-6GhodMhcik&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only Time Will Tell&lt;br /&gt;Asia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youre leaving now&lt;br /&gt;Its in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Theres no disguising it&lt;br /&gt;It really comes as no surprise&lt;br /&gt;To find that you planned it all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see it now&lt;br /&gt;Becomes so clear&lt;br /&gt;Your insincerity&lt;br /&gt;And me all starrey-eyed&lt;br /&gt;To think that I would have know by now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{chorus}&lt;br /&gt;Now, sure as the sun will cross the sky&lt;br /&gt;This lie is over&lt;br /&gt;Lost, like the tears that used to tide me over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{only time will tell}&lt;br /&gt;One thing is sure&lt;br /&gt;That time will tell&lt;br /&gt;{only time will tell}&lt;br /&gt;If you were wrong&lt;br /&gt;The brightest ring around the moon&lt;br /&gt;Will darken when I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{chorus}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{repeat first verse}&lt;br /&gt;{repeat second verse}&lt;br /&gt;{chorus}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{only time will tell}&lt;br /&gt;Youre on your own&lt;br /&gt;Inside your room&lt;br /&gt;{only time will tell}&lt;br /&gt;Youre claiming victory&lt;br /&gt;You were just using me&lt;br /&gt;And there is no one you can use now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{only time will tell}&lt;br /&gt;One thing is sure&lt;br /&gt;That time will tell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-5508736476610886553?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/5508736476610886553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=5508736476610886553' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/5508736476610886553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/5508736476610886553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/asia-only-time-will-tell.html' title='Asia - Only Time Will Tell'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-7234284511538472540</id><published>2009-10-26T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:21:23.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Sueco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Europe'/><title type='text'>Europe - The Final Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="267"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x1dpz&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x1dpz&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" height="267" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1dpz_europe-the-final-countdown_music"&gt;Europe - The Final Countdown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;El heavy en su apogeo no dejo lugar en el mundo donde no se escuchará, una prueba es este grupo llamado Europe, nativo de suecia, y  demuestra una canción apocaliptica en la cual se desmuestra la preocupación por una amenaza nucléar, que se embarcaba en un duelo entre las potencias de Estados Unidos y la desaparecida Unión Soviética, y los problemas que existian entre estas dos naciones, una lider del bloque socialista y otra del bloque capitalista, la pregunta era y el resto del mundo que culpa tenia???, como siempre por una minoria el resto del mundo esta condenado a sufir, por eso esperemos que nunca llegue este conteo final....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Final Countdown&lt;br /&gt;Europe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were leaving together,&lt;br /&gt;But still its farewell&lt;br /&gt;And maybe well come back,&lt;br /&gt;To earth, who can tell?&lt;br /&gt;I guess there is no one to blame&lt;br /&gt;Were leaving ground&lt;br /&gt;Will things ever be the same again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the final countdown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were heading for venus and still we stand tall&lt;br /&gt;Cause maybe theyve seen us and welcome us all&lt;br /&gt;With so many light years to go and things to be found&lt;br /&gt;Im sure that well all miss her so. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-7234284511538472540?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/7234284511538472540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=7234284511538472540' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/7234284511538472540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/7234284511538472540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/europe-final-countdown.html' title='Europe - The Final Countdown'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-1285078850042848492</id><published>2009-10-26T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:29:13.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Oil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Australiano'/><title type='text'>Midnight Oil - Beds Are Burning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="223"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xa2ag&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xa2ag&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" height="223" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xa2ag_midnight-oil-beds-are-burning"&gt;midnight oil - beds are burning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Son los 80´s y desde el lejano puerto, como se le conoce a Australia, nos llega un pelón, teniendo como bandera la ecología, ahora ya es común hablar del cambio climatico, del descongelamiento de los polos, pero en ese entonces era algo lejano como ciencia ficción, y los truganini´s de Midgnight Oil, nos hablan de como estas destruyendo nuestro planeta con un rock duro, fuerte y directo, actualmente el vocalista, Rob Hirst, es un activista político y miembro del Parlamento de su país, cuidemos nuestro planeta porque sino las cama se quemaran....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beds Are Burning&lt;br /&gt;Midnight Oil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out where the river broke&lt;br /&gt;The bloodwood and the desert oak&lt;br /&gt;Holden wrecks and boiling diesels&lt;br /&gt;Steam in forty five degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has come&lt;br /&gt;To say fairs fair&lt;br /&gt;To pay the rent&lt;br /&gt;To pay our share&lt;br /&gt;The time has come&lt;br /&gt;A facts a fact&lt;br /&gt;It belongs to them&lt;br /&gt;Lets give it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we dance when our earth is turning&lt;br /&gt;How do we sleep when our beds are burning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four wheels scare the cockatoos&lt;br /&gt;From kintore east to yuendemu&lt;br /&gt;The western desert lives and breathes&lt;br /&gt;In forty five degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(live - on scream in blue&lt;br /&gt;The time has come&lt;br /&gt;A facts a fact&lt;br /&gt;It belongs to us all&lt;br /&gt;Lets give it back) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-1285078850042848492?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/1285078850042848492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=1285078850042848492' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/1285078850042848492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/1285078850042848492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/midnight-oil-beds-are-burning.html' title='Midnight Oil - Beds Are Burning'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-3898286651130300623</id><published>2009-10-26T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:15:48.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Inglés'/><title type='text'>The Cars - Touch and Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d6KAKOFAll0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d6KAKOFAll0&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The Cars banda lider del movimiento New Wave, ahora con esta canción del Touch &amp;amp; Go, una canción que me hacia gritar por sus cambios de ritmos, que durante años no sabia quien la interpretará, sin embargo cuando compre el disco de exitos de The Cars por las canciones de "You Might Think" y la de "Tonight She Comes" y sorprendentemente venia esta que inmediatamente mr hizo volar y recordar las tardes de rock and roll con mi guitarra imitando el bajo en esta canción, una excelente canción...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Touch and Go&lt;br /&gt;The Cars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I need is what you've got&lt;br /&gt;all I'll tell is what you're not&lt;br /&gt;all you know is what you hear&lt;br /&gt;I get this way when you come near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I know it's gone too far&lt;br /&gt;uh, oh, I touched your star&lt;br /&gt;and it felt so right&lt;br /&gt;just like the hush of midnight&lt;br /&gt;and then you said&lt;br /&gt;with me it's touch and go-o-o-o&lt;br /&gt;touch and go-o-o-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I need is you tonight&lt;br /&gt;flying like a cement kite, yeah&lt;br /&gt;in your headlock on the floor&lt;br /&gt;who could ever ask for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I know it's gone too far&lt;br /&gt;uh, oh, I touched your star&lt;br /&gt;and it felt so right&lt;br /&gt;just like the hush of midni-ight&lt;br /&gt;and then you said&lt;br /&gt;with me it's touch and go-o-o-o&lt;br /&gt;touch and go-o-o-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I want is you tonight&lt;br /&gt;I guess that dress does fit you tight, yeah&lt;br /&gt;you know that look does make me shake&lt;br /&gt;it almost looks too good to fake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I know it's gone too far&lt;br /&gt;uh, oh, I touched your star-r-r&lt;br /&gt;and it felt so right&lt;br /&gt;just like the hush of midni-ight&lt;br /&gt;then you said&lt;br /&gt;with me it's touch and go-o-o-o&lt;br /&gt;touch and go-o-o-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it's touch and go-o-o-o&lt;br /&gt;its touch and go-o-o-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it's touch and go-o-o-o&lt;br /&gt;touch and go-o-o-o&lt;br /&gt;touch and go-o-wo yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it's touch and go-o-o-o&lt;br /&gt;touch and go-o-o-o&lt;br /&gt;touch and go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I need is what you've got &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-3898286651130300623?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/3898286651130300623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=3898286651130300623' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/3898286651130300623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/3898286651130300623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/cars-touch-and-go.html' title='The Cars - Touch and Go'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-694647911462151915</id><published>2009-10-23T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:27:29.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metallica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>Metallica - Whiskey In The Jar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="398"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x11bmb&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x11bmb&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="398" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x11bmb_metallica-whiskey-in-the-jar_music"&gt;METALLICA - WHISKEY IN THE JAR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;De pie por favor, pero de pie ya que por primera vez ingreso un post de esta gran banda, que no necesita presentación: Metallica, muchos se diran porque pones esta canción teniendo mil y una canciones mejores que esta: la respuesta es sencilla: "me gusta mucho esta canción" y me estado de animo es como en esta canción y además a quien no le gustaria estar en esta fiesta???. Un cover, pero excelente puesta en escena por parte de Metallica, canción alegre, que recuerda las consecuencias de las borracheras, que al otro día te trae tu remordimiento....Salud¡¡¡¡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whiskey In the Jar&lt;br /&gt;Metallica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was going over the Cork and Kerry Mountains&lt;br /&gt;I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'&lt;br /&gt;I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier&lt;br /&gt;I said "Stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya"&lt;br /&gt;I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny&lt;br /&gt;I took all of his money yeah and I brought it home to Molly&lt;br /&gt;She swore that she loved me no never would she leave me&lt;br /&gt;But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she tricked me easy&lt;br /&gt;Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da&lt;br /&gt;Whack for my daddy-o&lt;br /&gt;Whack for my daddy-o&lt;br /&gt;There's whiskey in the jar-o&lt;br /&gt;Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber&lt;br /&gt;Takin' my Molly with me, but I never knew the danger&lt;br /&gt;For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell&lt;br /&gt;I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels&lt;br /&gt;Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya&lt;br /&gt;Whack for my daddy-o&lt;br /&gt;Whack for my daddy-o&lt;br /&gt;There's whiskey in the jar-o&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, whiskey, yo, whiskey...&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh, ya&lt;br /&gt;Now some men like a fishin', but some men like the fowlin'&lt;br /&gt;Some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roarin'&lt;br /&gt;But me, I like sleepin', `specially in my Molly's chamber&lt;br /&gt;But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya&lt;br /&gt;Whack for my daddy-o&lt;br /&gt;Whack for my daddy-o&lt;br /&gt;There's whiskey in the jar-o&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey in the jar-o&lt;br /&gt;Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da&lt;br /&gt;Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, hey&lt;br /&gt;Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da&lt;br /&gt;Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ya &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-694647911462151915?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/694647911462151915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=694647911462151915' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/694647911462151915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/694647911462151915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/metallica-whiskey-in-jar.html' title='Metallica - Whiskey In The Jar'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-6509729170508531409</id><published>2009-10-23T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:08:48.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>Linkin Park - Crawling</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_T2Wj7_sKcs&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_T2Wj7_sKcs&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;De las bandas que utlizan el samppler con nadie, mezclando el Rap con el Rock Duro, como la mayoría de las bandas, al principio todos se llevan bien y después se pelean y buscan alejarse de la música que originalmente les dío a conocer por el hecho de repetir la fórmula, sin embargo esta canción en lo personal me encanta, no si sea la mejor de la banda porque estan: "In the End" y "Numb"c que son muy buenas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crawling&lt;br /&gt;Likin Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crawling in my skin&lt;br /&gt;These wounds, they will not heal&lt;br /&gt;Fear is how I fall&lt;br /&gt;Confusing what is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface&lt;br /&gt;Consuming/confusing&lt;br /&gt;This lack of self-control I fear is never ending&lt;br /&gt;Controlling/I can't seem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find myself again&lt;br /&gt;My walls are closing in&lt;br /&gt;(Without a sense of confidence, I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)&lt;br /&gt;I've felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;So insecure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crawling in my skin&lt;br /&gt;These wounds, they will not heal&lt;br /&gt;Fear is how I fall&lt;br /&gt;Confusing what is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me&lt;br /&gt;Distracting/reacting&lt;br /&gt;Against my will I stand beside my own reflection&lt;br /&gt;It`s haunting how I can't seem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find myself again&lt;br /&gt;My walls are closing in&lt;br /&gt;(Without a sense of confidence, I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)&lt;br /&gt;I've felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;So insecure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crawling in my skin&lt;br /&gt;These wounds, they will not heal&lt;br /&gt;Fear is how I fall&lt;br /&gt;Confusing what is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crawling in my skin&lt;br /&gt;These wounds, they will not heal&lt;br /&gt;Fear is how I fall&lt;br /&gt;Confusing, confusing what is real&lt;br /&gt;(There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface)&lt;br /&gt;Consuming, confusing what is real&lt;br /&gt;(This lack of self-control I fear is never ending)&lt;br /&gt;Controlling, confusing what is real &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-6509729170508531409?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6509729170508531409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=6509729170508531409' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6509729170508531409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6509729170508531409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/linkin-park-crawling.html' title='Linkin Park - Crawling'/><author><name>M. 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Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-3863377681072730274</id><published>2009-10-16T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:50:22.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Español'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nacha Pop'/><title type='text'>Nacha Pop - Persiguiendo Sombras</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ny2WZcThoeU&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ny2WZcThoeU&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Una gran canción de Nacha Pop, que me recuerda la época de perseguir sombras, donde todo se parecía a la persona amada, es tan dificil buscar, buscar y buscar sin encontar lo que se busca, la eterna pregunta, si bien no se lo que quiero, si se lo que no; pero cuantas veces nos perdemos en esa busqueda y solo buscamos una sombra, solo la perseguimos, pero igual me gusta recordar, cada escena, cada espacio, cada esquina, cada instante cada segundo, que conservo... pero definitivamente busco algo más que un perfil.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Persiguiendo Sombras&lt;br /&gt;Nacha Pop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ahora me voy de quién serán&lt;br /&gt;las pisadas que oirás llegar&lt;br /&gt;no existe nada por lo cual&lt;br /&gt;yo te pueda cambiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da igual si no estás&lt;br /&gt;que te busque por cualquier lugar&lt;br /&gt;nada me importa hoy&lt;br /&gt;no se ni donde voy&lt;br /&gt;persiguiendo sombras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busco algo más que un perfil&lt;br /&gt;Es tan distinto a ti&lt;br /&gt;no puedo distinguir&lt;br /&gt;no, tu voz… dentro de mi&lt;br /&gt;es tal el hielo que hay aquí&lt;br /&gt;este es un frío país&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ni los pies ni las manos puedo sentir&lt;br /&gt;pero me gusta recordar,&lt;br /&gt;quiero reconstruir cada imagen cada esquina que conservo de ti,&lt;br /&gt;ser un poco sentimental&lt;br /&gt;sin encontrarme mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejo atrás la estela del mar&lt;br /&gt;no termino de deambular&lt;br /&gt;me divierte andar despistarme jugar&lt;br /&gt;Persiguiendo sombras…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busco más que algo más que un perfil…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tan distinto a ti que quiero distinguir,&lt;br /&gt;sí, tu voz,  dentro de mí&lt;br /&gt;es tal el hielo que hay aquí&lt;br /&gt;sí que es un frío país&lt;br /&gt;y ni los pies ni las manos puedo sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interpretar a los demás, viendoles gesticular&lt;br /&gt;y con los hombros contestar que…&lt;br /&gt;busco algo más que un perfil&lt;br /&gt;es tan distinto a ti, que quiero distinguir,&lt;br /&gt;sí, tu voz, dentro de mí&lt;br /&gt;es tal el hielo que hay aquí&lt;br /&gt;sí que es un frío país&lt;br /&gt;y ni los pies ni las manos puedo sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, algo más que un perfil&lt;br /&gt;es tan distinto a ti, que quiero distinguir&lt;br /&gt;tu voz entre otras mil&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/6013236143391456751-3863377681072730274?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/3863377681072730274/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=3863377681072730274' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/3863377681072730274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/3863377681072730274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/nacha-pop-persiguiendo-sombras.html' title='Nacha Pop - Persiguiendo Sombras'/><author><name>M. 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Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-305489464623295487</id><published>2009-10-16T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:09:52.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Mexicano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sistema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rene Torash'/><title type='text'>Sistema - Caminar a la Luna</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JaSeDgETsfU&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JaSeDgETsfU&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Una buena banda de mediados de los 90´s, con Rene Torres, en las vocales y la composición, dejendo grandes letras, grandes canciones, algunas con gran contenido sexual como: "Entre tus piernas", un primer disco homomino, excelente, donde resaltan las canciones de "La Pequeña Rosa", "la Negra", "Piel", "Hoy no siento el Aire", "Caminar a la luna"; en un segundo disco titulado "Dame tus Sueños", un grupo que desbordaba insolencia y rebeldia, pero sus canciones encontramos una gran ternura y un gran amor, donde los sueños, la imaginación, la ilusión y el amor son la solución a todo... por eso vamos a Caminar a la Luna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caminar a la Luna&lt;br /&gt;Sistema&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé cuanto tiempo tardaré&lt;br /&gt;con mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;pero te llevaré&lt;br /&gt;se que te llevaré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la luna...&lt;br /&gt;a la luna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deja de ser inocente&lt;br /&gt;deja de ser esclava de ti&lt;br /&gt;ven conmigo&lt;br /&gt;nunca te dejare&lt;br /&gt;nunca te dejare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminar caminar hasta llegar a la luna&lt;br /&gt;Caminar caminar hasta llegar a la luna&lt;br /&gt;Caminar caminar hasta llegar a la luna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Construire una escalera&lt;br /&gt;con mis pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;con tus ilusiones&lt;br /&gt;llegaremos&lt;br /&gt;se que llegaremos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminar caminar hasta llegar a la luna&lt;br /&gt;Caminar caminar hasta llegar a la luna&lt;br /&gt;Caminar caminar hasta llegar a la luna&lt;br /&gt;Caminar caminar hasta llegar a la luna&lt;br /&gt;Caminar caminar hasta llegar a la luna&lt;br /&gt;Caminar caminar hasta llegar a la luna &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-305489464623295487?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/305489464623295487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=305489464623295487' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/305489464623295487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/305489464623295487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/sistema-caminar-la-luna.html' title='Sistema - Caminar a la Luna'/><author><name>M. 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Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-7306169232080988754</id><published>2009-10-16T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T08:40:36.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Mexicano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coda'/><title type='text'>Coda - Eternamente</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1CT6RVuHDV4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1CT6RVuHDV4&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banda Hidrocalida, con una imagen de los 80´s, pero son de los noventa, buscando hacer renacer la el heavy Metal, con estridentes guitarras y grandiosas y hasta melosas melodias, llegaron a la escena musical con 2 discos infaltables en cualquier colección: 20 para las 12 y Enciendelo, después sacaron uno en vivo y otro que paso más con pena que con gloria, pero estos 2 son excelentes. &lt;strong&gt;Eternamente&lt;/strong&gt; una canción que sale desde el corazón, para decir que la nostalgia es muy grande, que el amor, no se puede contener y que se llevará eternamente....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eternamente&lt;br /&gt;Coda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay un lugar donde quiero esconderme&lt;br /&gt;donde quisiera vivir otra vez&lt;br /&gt;porque estar sin ti me hace tanto mal&lt;br /&gt;pues para darte mi vida no necesito morir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otra vez quiero sentir&lt;br /&gt;tu piel en cada rincon de mi piel&lt;br /&gt;otra vez encendere mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;hasta que vuelvas a mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternamente llevare&lt;br /&gt;tu rostro como una condena&lt;br /&gt;Eternamente seguire&lt;br /&gt;encadenado a ti&lt;br /&gt;aqui te esperare eternamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hay nadie asi como tu&lt;br /&gt;no hay ningun lugar&lt;br /&gt;ni el tiempo tiene valor&lt;br /&gt;si no estas ahi&lt;br /&gt;Otra vez quiero sentir&lt;br /&gt;tu piel en cada rincon de mi piel&lt;br /&gt;otra vez encendere mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;hasta que vuelvas a mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternamente llevare&lt;br /&gt;tu rostro como una condena&lt;br /&gt;Eternamente seguire&lt;br /&gt;encadenado a ti&lt;br /&gt;aqui te esperare eternamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay un lugar donde quiero esconderme&lt;br /&gt;donde quiero estar otra vez&lt;br /&gt;porque ahi no me falta la eternidad&lt;br /&gt;y ese lugar esta en tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternamente llevare.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-7306169232080988754?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/7306169232080988754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=7306169232080988754' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/7306169232080988754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/7306169232080988754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/coda-eternamente.html' title='Coda - Eternamente'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-2063469777843035355</id><published>2009-10-16T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T08:15:22.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kerigma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Mexicano'/><title type='text'>Kerigma - No me hace bien</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d42-cvbX6YQ&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d42-cvbX6YQ&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una canción romantica, quién dice que el Rock no tiene Corazón, lo que pasa es no se cae en la cursilería; por eso es que Kerigma, de manera magistral demuestra lo que se siente por una persona y que lo que pasaría si no se está alejado de ella...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No me hace bien&lt;br /&gt;Kerigma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada amanecer sueño estar a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;pero un dia mas y sigo estando sin ti&lt;br /&gt;no funciono bien y nada tiene sentido ya&lt;br /&gt;por que si no estas nada me hace feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me hace bien estar sin ti sin tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;No me hace bien estar sin ti sin tu amor&lt;br /&gt;No me hace bien estar sin ti sin tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;temblando sobre mi cuerpo despues de hacer el amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eso estar sin ti, por eso estar sin ti, por eso estar sin ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una noche mas paso sin tus caricias&lt;br /&gt;Una noche mas sin estar junto a ti&lt;br /&gt;y este corazón no vive sin tu cariño ya&lt;br /&gt;por que sin tu amor no vale la pena vivir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me hace bien estar sin ti sin tu pelo&lt;br /&gt;No me hace bien estar sin ti sin tu piel&lt;br /&gt;No me hace bien estar sin ti el camino no llega a tener destino, no llega a tener valor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eso estar sin ti, por eso estar sin ti, por eso estar sin ti,no me hace bien, no me hacebien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me hace bien &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-2063469777843035355?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/2063469777843035355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=2063469777843035355' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/2063469777843035355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/2063469777843035355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/kerigma-no-me-hace-bien.html' title='Kerigma - No me hace bien'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-7964741996965064322</id><published>2009-10-16T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T08:11:17.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kerigma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Mexicano'/><title type='text'>Kerigma - Tres Lunares</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VidqjrwIkQc&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VidqjrwIkQc&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Un clásico en el Rock Mexicano, una banda de respeto: Kerigma, con pocos discos en el que resalta Esquizofrenia y Morir Imaginando, excelente con el vocon de Sergio en la voz, que le da un peculiar y característico sonido a la banda, les recomiedo las canciones de Morir Imaginando y No me hace bien, pero si pueden conseguir sus disco no duden ni un segundo en comprarlos ya estan agotados y descatalogados, pero creanme no se van a arrepentir. Sobre esta canción cuantas veces nos paso que veiamos a alguien y nos enamorabamos, sin saber su nombre, sin conocer mas de esa persona, y de ahi todo era fantasia, y claro nunca la volviamos a ver....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tres Lunares&lt;br /&gt;Kerigma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era su silueta, cada noche en la ventana,&lt;br /&gt;Una fantasía, convertida en realidad,&lt;br /&gt;En la ceremonia, antes de dormir, se preparaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo de gimnasia, para estar en vaya forma,&lt;br /&gt;Luego la pijama, terminaba el show,&lt;br /&gt;Solo algunas veces mi conciencia me pegaba,&lt;br /&gt;Aquello ya era una adicción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pude hablarle, cuando estuve cerca,&lt;br /&gt;Ni saber su nombre, ni ella mi afición,&lt;br /&gt;Hoy que se ha marchado, vivo prisionero,&lt;br /&gt;De aquella angelical visión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca estuviste conmigo,&lt;br /&gt;Y tus tres lunares de memoria sé,&lt;br /&gt;El de la rodilla, el de tu mejilla,&lt;br /&gt;Y el que solo yo podría morder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta con los ojos cerrados,&lt;br /&gt;Esos tres lunares podría yo encontrar,&lt;br /&gt;El de la rodilla, el de tu mejilla,&lt;br /&gt;Y el que solo yo podría, devorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si se apareciera, frente a tu ventana,&lt;br /&gt;Por favor me llamas, deja dirección,&lt;br /&gt;No intentes mirarla, has lo que te digo,&lt;br /&gt;Los lunares causan adicción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca estuviste conmigo,&lt;br /&gt;Y tus tres lunares de memoria sé,&lt;br /&gt;El de la rodilla, el de tu mejilla,&lt;br /&gt;Y el que solo yo podría morder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta con los ojos cerrados,&lt;br /&gt;Esos tres lunares podría yo encontrar,&lt;br /&gt;El de la rodilla, el de tu mejilla,&lt;br /&gt;Y el que solo yo podría, devorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdo bien, su silueta,&lt;br /&gt;Frente a mi ventana, tras de su balcón,&lt;br /&gt;En la ceremonia, antes de dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca estuviste conmigo,&lt;br /&gt;Y tus tres lunares de memoria sé,&lt;br /&gt;El de la rodilla, el de tu mejilla,&lt;br /&gt;Y el que solo yo podría morder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta con los ojos cerrados,&lt;br /&gt;Esos tres lunares podría yo encontrar,&lt;br /&gt;El de la rodilla, el de tu mejilla,&lt;br /&gt;Y el que solo yo podría devorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me tomaría una vida,&lt;br /&gt;De esos tres lunares poderme llenar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-7964741996965064322?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/7964741996965064322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=7964741996965064322' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/7964741996965064322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/7964741996965064322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/kerigma-tres-lunares.html' title='Kerigma - Tres Lunares'/><author><name>M. 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Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-3068202037728676102</id><published>2009-10-14T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T09:10:33.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Español'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Unión'/><title type='text'>La Unión - Silvadia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IPoDgvEpNBc&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IPoDgvEpNBc&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Un clásico de los ochentas, un clasico de la imaginación, un gran pero gran grupo, con la voz de Rafa Sanchez, la guitarra de Mario Martínez y el bajo Luis Bolin, con una propuesta en su momento innovadora, utlizando bateria electrica, buscando sonidos electronicos, un excelente album es el de "Tren de largo recorrido" donde se escuchan en vivo, la mayoria de sus canciones ahora ya clásicas, esta canción Silvadia, nos lleva en un cuento con la imaginación a un lugar donde es nuestro jardín mágico, personal y especial, a donde nos podemos refugiar de todo y de todos, donde los sueños se hacen realidad, donde la pilas se recargan, donde los amigos imaginarios estan presentes donde la fantasia es mejor que la realidad.... recuerda que Sildavia no se haya en los mapas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silvadia&lt;br /&gt;La Unión&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tengas miedo de perderte, no&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo pasa tan despacio&lt;br /&gt;En Sildavia&lt;br /&gt;no hay desiertos&lt;br /&gt;No hay falsa pasion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un nuevo destino para el ocio&lt;br /&gt;Errante en busca de un lugar&lt;br /&gt;Pregunta primero a tu imaginacion&lt;br /&gt;Sildavia no se halla en los mapas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tengas miedo de perderte, no&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo pasa tan despacio&lt;br /&gt;En sildavia&lt;br /&gt;no hay desiertos&lt;br /&gt;No hay falta pasion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distrae los sentidos en el silencio&lt;br /&gt;Es es jardin de las delicias&lt;br /&gt;Domina tu vuelo en el espacio&lt;br /&gt;El sol no derretira tus alas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tengas miedo de perderte, no&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo pasa tan despacio&lt;br /&gt;En Sildavia&lt;br /&gt;no hay desiertos&lt;br /&gt;No hay falsa pasion... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-3068202037728676102?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/3068202037728676102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=3068202037728676102' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/3068202037728676102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/3068202037728676102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/la-union-silvadia.html' title='La Unión - Silvadia'/><author><name>M. 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Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-240949953516858473</id><published>2009-10-09T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:17:06.012-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Inglés'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oasis'/><title type='text'>Oasis - Some Might Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="223"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xizgc&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xizgc&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" height="223" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xizgc_oasis-some-might-say_music"&gt;Oasis - Some Might Say&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Los hermanitos Gallager, deja una gran huella, y no solo con su despotismo e insolencia, una banda con excelentes pero excelentes canciones, me gustaba mucho sus primeros discos, los ultimos como que han sido una caricatura de ellos, sin embargo al principio como todo eran muy originales, canciones como "Wonderwall", "Live Forever", "Don´t Go Away", "Champagne Supernova", con ya clasicos de nuestros tiempo, esta canción deja un gran sabor de boca, y sobre todo que alguien podría decir que viene un día más brillante, un día mejor, un día que deje todos los errores del ayer en el ayer, un día que se la puerta del futuro de mucha felicidad y amor entre la humanidad...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some Might Say&lt;br /&gt;Oasis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might say that sunshine follows thunder&lt;br /&gt;Go and tell it to the man who cannot shine&lt;br /&gt;Some might say that we should never ponder&lt;br /&gt;On our thoughts today cos they will sway over time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might say we will find a brighter day&lt;br /&gt;Some might say we will find a brighter day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I've been standing at the station&lt;br /&gt;In need of education in the rain&lt;br /&gt;You made no preparation for my reputation once again&lt;br /&gt;The sink is full of fishes&lt;br /&gt;She's got dirty dishes on the brain&lt;br /&gt;It was overflowing gently but it's all elementary my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might say they don't believe in heaven&lt;br /&gt;Go and tell it to the man who lives in hell&lt;br /&gt;Some might say you get what you've been given&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get yours I won't get mine as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might say we will find a brighter day&lt;br /&gt;Some might say we will find a brighter day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I've been standing at the station&lt;br /&gt;In need of education in the rain&lt;br /&gt;You made no preparation for my reputation once again&lt;br /&gt;The sink is full of fishes&lt;br /&gt;Cos she's got dirty dishes on the brain&lt;br /&gt;And my dog's been itchin'&lt;br /&gt;Itchin' in the kitchen once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might say&lt;br /&gt;Some might say&lt;br /&gt;Some might say&lt;br /&gt;Some might say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-240949953516858473?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/240949953516858473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=240949953516858473' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/240949953516858473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/240949953516858473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/oasis-some-might-say.html' title='Oasis - Some Might Say'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-5595108753449363867</id><published>2009-10-09T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T08:44:21.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fine Young Cannibals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Inglés'/><title type='text'>Fine Young Cannibals - She Drives Me Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="245"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x10jrj&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x10jrj&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" height="245" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x10jrj_fine-young-cannibalsshe-drives-me-c_music"&gt;Fine Young Cannibals-She Drives Me Crazy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Como recuerdo las tardes que pasaba escuchando este disco: "The Raw ando the Cooked" donde la peculiar voz de Roland Gift, me hacia tomar la guitarra y gritar sin parar, que buen rock Dios, este disco que por un lado tenia lo "crudo" y del otro lo "cocido" era porque segun ellos una parte era simple sin arreglos extraordinarios y la otra lo contrario, en fin las dos caras eran grandiosas, recuerdo grandes canciones como son: "Don't Look Back", "Good Thing","I'm Not the Man I Used to Be", "It's OK (It's Alright)" y la última del disco:"Ever Fallen in Love", y por supuesto la que me hizo comprar el disco: "She Drives Me Crazy", una canción de la locura que te envuelve cuando te enamoras, que haces tantas cosas que ni te imaginas...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She Drives Me Crazy&lt;br /&gt;Fine Young Cannibals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel&lt;br /&gt;Things you do&lt;br /&gt;Dont seem real&lt;br /&gt;Tell you what I got in mind&lt;br /&gt;cause were runnin out of time&lt;br /&gt;Wont you ever set me free?&lt;br /&gt;This waitin rounds killin me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;Like no one else&lt;br /&gt;She drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;And I cant help myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant get&lt;br /&gt;Any rest&lt;br /&gt;People say&lt;br /&gt;Im obsessed&lt;br /&gt;Everything thats serious lasts&lt;br /&gt;But to me theres no surprise&lt;br /&gt;What I have, I knew was true&lt;br /&gt;Things go wrong, they always do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;Like no one else&lt;br /&gt;She drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;And I cant help myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont make it,&lt;br /&gt;On my own&lt;br /&gt;No on likes,&lt;br /&gt;To be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;Like no one else&lt;br /&gt;She drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;And I cant help myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;Like no one else&lt;br /&gt;She drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;And I cant help myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;Like no one else&lt;br /&gt;She drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;And I cant help myself &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-5595108753449363867?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/5595108753449363867/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=5595108753449363867' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/5595108753449363867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/5595108753449363867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/fine-young-cannibals-she-drives-me.html' title='Fine Young Cannibals - She Drives Me Crazy'/><author><name>M. 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Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-5777798276855746330</id><published>2009-10-08T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T09:09:39.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suede'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Inglés'/><title type='text'>Suede - Trash</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nl2LTD_tu50&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nl2LTD_tu50&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Una banda casí desconocida en México, pero excelente orquestación musical, muy al estilo inglés, creativos geniales, antes conocidos como The London Suede, lidereados por Brett Anderson, esta banda fue considerada como lo mejor despues de The Smiths, sin embargo en sus 5 discos grabados, dejaron huella, muy buena huella, actualmente Brett ha editado ya 3 discos en solitario, que demuestran su evolución como compositor y músico, de Suede les recomiendo el disco de Single, todo no hay canción mala, destacando: "Beautiful Ones", "Animal Nitrate", "Wild Ones", "Filmstar ", "She's in Fashion ", "Attitude" y "Saturday Night", en la parte de Trash, deja ver claro el estilo y el dolor, la pasión de una manera extraña de comparar el amor, con la basura, una excelente canción...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trash&lt;br /&gt;Suede&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear,&lt;br /&gt;The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's our kookiness,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns,&lt;br /&gt;Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's our looseness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're trash, you and me,&lt;br /&gt;We're the litter on the breeze,&lt;br /&gt;We're the lovers on the streets,&lt;br /&gt;Just trash, me and you,&lt;br /&gt;It's in everything we do,&lt;br /&gt;It's in everything we do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, maybe it's the things we say,&lt;br /&gt;The words we've heard and the music we play,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's our cheapness,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, maybe it's the times we've had,&lt;br /&gt;The lazy days and the crazes and the fads,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's our sweetness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're trash, you and me,&lt;br /&gt;We're the litter on the breeze,&lt;br /&gt;We're the lovers on the street,&lt;br /&gt;Just trash, me and you,&lt;br /&gt;It's in everything we do,&lt;br /&gt;It's in everything we do... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-5777798276855746330?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/5777798276855746330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=5777798276855746330' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/5777798276855746330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/5777798276855746330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/suede-trash.html' title='Suede - Trash'/><author><name>M. 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Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-2135688042949945796</id><published>2009-10-07T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T15:07:14.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Inglés'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catatonia'/><title type='text'>Catatonia - Mulder &amp; Scully</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="267"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xxp5t&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xxp5t&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" height="267" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xxp5t_mulder-scully-catatonia_music"&gt;mulder &amp;amp; scully - catatonia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Catatonia una banda que cuando oí esta canción me encantó, e igual porque en esa época esta muy metido con la onda de los X-Files, la serie y todo lo que de ella enamara; pero esta banda es realmente buena, el video es la primera vez que lo veo, ya que solo los habia visto en un programa de TV de Brit Pop, y me encanto  y busque y busque hasta que conseguí la canción en un acoplado de Brit Pop, pero lo que les digo que si tienes un amor realmente, extraño, raro, no tradicional, e incluso de otro planeta, mejor llama a Molder y a Scully, porque estas frito....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mulder &amp;amp; Scully&lt;br /&gt;Catatonia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be liberated, I find myself captivated&lt;br /&gt;Stop doing what you . . . Keep doing it too . . .&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather stay bold and lonely, I dream I'm your one and only&lt;br /&gt;Stop doing what you . . . Keep doing it too . . .&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry&lt;br /&gt;This could be a case for Mulder and Scully&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be jumping ship, I find myself jumping straight in&lt;br /&gt;Stop doing what you . . . Keep doing it too . . .&lt;br /&gt;Forever be dozy and dim, I wake myself thinking of him&lt;br /&gt;Stop doing what you . . . Keep doing it too . . .&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry&lt;br /&gt;This could be a case for Mulder and Scully&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone&lt;br /&gt;My bed is made for two and there's nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;So tell me something I don't know&lt;br /&gt;If my head is full of you is there nothing I can do?&lt;br /&gt;Must we all march in two by two by two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for some happy ending, I'd rather stay single and thin&lt;br /&gt;Stop doing what you . . . Keep doing it to me&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry&lt;br /&gt;This could be a case for Mulder and Scully&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone here&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting strange, I'm starting to worry&lt;br /&gt;This could be a case for Mulder and Scully&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have you got to say about that?&lt;br /&gt;And what does someone do without love?&lt;br /&gt;And what does someone do with love?&lt;br /&gt;And what have you got to say about that? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-2135688042949945796?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/2135688042949945796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=2135688042949945796' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/2135688042949945796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/2135688042949945796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/catatonia-mulder-scully.html' title='Catatonia - Mulder &amp; Scully'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-6034658302697456592</id><published>2009-10-07T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:09:19.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Hot Chili Peppers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>Red Hot Chili Peppers- The Zephyr Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/30ALL9-cFMw&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/30ALL9-cFMw&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hablar de los Red Hot Chilli Peppers (RHCP), es abrir una gran lista de exitos, que incluyen "Higher Ground", "Give It Away", "Under the Bridge", "Californication", "The Other Side", "By My Way", entre muchos otros, en las vovales Anthony Kiedis, el guitarrista John Frusciante, el mejor bajista del mundo Michael "Flea" Balzary, y el baterista Chad Smith. Una banda que empezo con un desenfreno e íronia y porque no decirlo hasta rediculez, sin embargo los años les han sentado bien, y cada vez su sónido es caraterístico y no parecido a nada, el mejor album para mí es el Carlifonication, después el Sugar Sex Blood Magik....sobre la canción, les puedo decir que tan importante es tener un espacio para uno, algo que sea solo nuestro, donde podemas quitarnos las mascaras cotidianas, la mascara del empleado, del jefe, del papa, del hijo etc., y ser solo nosotros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Zephyr Song&lt;br /&gt;Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I get your hand to write on&lt;br /&gt;Just a piece of leg to bite on&lt;br /&gt;What a night to fly my kite on&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to flash a light on&lt;br /&gt;Take a look it's on display ... for you&lt;br /&gt;Coming down, no not today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you meet your fortune teller&lt;br /&gt;Get it off with no propeller&lt;br /&gt;Do it up it's on with Stella&lt;br /&gt;What a way to finally smell her&lt;br /&gt;Picking up but not too strong ... for you&lt;br /&gt;Take a piece and pass it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly away on my zephyr&lt;br /&gt;I feel it more than ever&lt;br /&gt;And in this perfect weather&lt;br /&gt;We'll find a place together&lt;br /&gt;Fly on . . . my wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebel and liberator&lt;br /&gt;Find a way to be a skater&lt;br /&gt;Rev it up to levitate her&lt;br /&gt;Super friendly aviator&lt;br /&gt;Take a look it's on display&lt;br /&gt;For you . . . coming down no not today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the water where I center my emorion&lt;br /&gt;All the world can pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Fly away on my Zephyr&lt;br /&gt;We'll find a place together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the water where I center my emotion&lt;br /&gt;All the world can pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Fly away on my Zephyr&lt;br /&gt;We're going to live forever &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-6034658302697456592?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6034658302697456592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=6034658302697456592' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6034658302697456592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6034658302697456592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/red-hot-chili-peppers-zephyr-song.html' title='Red Hot Chili Peppers- The Zephyr Song'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-5631871115280832150</id><published>2009-10-07T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:53:54.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Inglés'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus Jones'/><title type='text'>Jesus Jones - Right Here, Right Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mOyWY6GB3EQ&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mOyWY6GB3EQ&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Del album Doubt, una banda de Manchester, que iniciaron un ciclo junto con EMF, poniendo de moda el Sampler, simplemente este fue su mejor album, el primero, donde también destaco el sencillo de "Real, Real, Real" y "Welcome Back Victoria" una buena banda que de repente se puso de moda y subió como la espuma, pero despues ya nadie se acuerda de ellos, pero aquí si los recordamos... y no solo eso si les decimos que buena música nos dejaron...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Right Here, Right Now"&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Jones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman on the radio talked about revolution&lt;br /&gt;When its already passed her by&lt;br /&gt;Bob dylan didnt have this to sing about you&lt;br /&gt;You know it feels good to be alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alive and I waited, waited&lt;br /&gt;I was alive and I waited for this&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now&lt;br /&gt;There is no other place I want to be&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world wake up from history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the decade in, when it seemed&lt;br /&gt;The world could change at the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;And if anything&lt;br /&gt;Then theres your sign... of the times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alive and I waited, waited&lt;br /&gt;I was alive and I waited for this&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alive and I waited, waited&lt;br /&gt;I was alive and I waited for this&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now&lt;br /&gt;There is no other place I want to be&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world wake up from history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now&lt;br /&gt;There is no other place I want to be&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world wake up from history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now&lt;br /&gt;There is no other place I want to be&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world wake up... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-5631871115280832150?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/5631871115280832150/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=5631871115280832150' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/5631871115280832150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/5631871115280832150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/jesus-jones-right-here-right-now.html' title='Jesus Jones - Right Here, Right Now'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-1351049341798906062</id><published>2009-10-07T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:08:52.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Inglés'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blur'/><title type='text'>Blur - Beetlebum</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="245"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xtil3&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xtil3&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" height="245" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xtil3_blur-beetlebum_music"&gt;Blur - Beetlebum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Una super gran banda, incomprendida, poco escuchada de este lado del Atlantico, sin embargo su música es excelente, en su natal Inglaterra, son muy aclamados, extraída del Album homonimo "Blur", que en lo personal es el mejor, donde se inlcuye "Song 2", "In your Own", donde Damon Albarn(creador tambié de la banda alternativa Gorillaz)deja escuchar el lado mas sensible y a la vez el mas estruendoso de su Voz, pasado y alcanzando la inmortalidad son su música, una canción sensual, agresiva no apta para menores, pero si imaginativa musicalmente fuerte con aires de balada con arreglos interesantes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beetlebum&lt;br /&gt;Blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beetlebum&lt;br /&gt;What you done&lt;br /&gt;She's a gun&lt;br /&gt;Now what you've done&lt;br /&gt;Beetlebum&lt;br /&gt;Get nothing done&lt;br /&gt;You beetlebum&lt;br /&gt;Just get numb&lt;br /&gt;Now what you've done&lt;br /&gt;Beetlebum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she lets me slip away&lt;br /&gt;She turns me on all my violence is gone&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is wrong, I just slip away and I am gone&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is wrong, she turns me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beetlebum&lt;br /&gt;Because you're young&lt;br /&gt;She's a gun&lt;br /&gt;Now what you've done&lt;br /&gt;Beetlebum&lt;br /&gt;She'll suck your thumb&lt;br /&gt;She'll make you come&lt;br /&gt;Coz, she's your gun&lt;br /&gt;Now what you've done&lt;br /&gt;Beetlebum&lt;br /&gt;He's on, he's on, he's on it &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-1351049341798906062?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/1351049341798906062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=1351049341798906062' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/1351049341798906062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/1351049341798906062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/blur-beetlebum.html' title='Blur - Beetlebum'/><author><name>M. 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Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-6148375573321534085</id><published>2009-10-06T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T08:49:05.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul Asylum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>Soul Asylum - Misery</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="223"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x1ijie&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x1ijie&amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" height="223" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1ijie_soul-asylum-misery_fun"&gt;Soul Asylum - Misery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Un grupo caí olvidado, sin embargo con buenas hechuras, destaco y ha trascendido con lo que ahora son varios clásicos: "Runaway Train", "Somebody to Shove", "Just Like Anyone", "Black Gold", "I Will Still Be Laughing" y "Promises Broken" con una propuesta simple de Rock, dura y directa, que injustamente al principio fue comparado con Guns ´n Roses, sobretodo por el parecido físico de su vocalista: &lt;strong&gt;David Pirner&lt;/strong&gt;, con Axel Rose, ganarón un Grammy en 1992, incluso tocaron para Bill Clinton, cuando fue presidente de los EEUU, pero con todo esto, para mí su mejor canción es Misery, la cual explora con exito la melancolia, la reconciliación y el dolor que sufre uno al vivir lejos de una persona que queremos, dejen su opinión....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Misery&lt;br /&gt;Soul Aylum&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They say misery loves company&lt;br /&gt;We could start a company and make misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, incorporated&lt;br /&gt;Well I know just what you need&lt;br /&gt;I might just have the thing&lt;br /&gt;I know what youd pay to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put me out of my misery&lt;br /&gt;Id do it for you, would you do it for me&lt;br /&gt;We will always be busy making misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could build a factory and make misery&lt;br /&gt;Well create the cure; we made the disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, incorporated&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, incorporated&lt;br /&gt;Well I know just what you need&lt;br /&gt;I might just have the thing&lt;br /&gt;I know what youd pay to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put me out of my misery&lt;br /&gt;All you suicide kings and you drama queens&lt;br /&gt;Forever after happily, making misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you satisfy your greed, get what you need&lt;br /&gt;Was it only envy, so empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, incorporated&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, incorporated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, incorporated (put me out of my misery)&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, incorporated (Id do it for you, would you do it for me)&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, incorporated (forever after happily)&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, incorporated (making misery)&lt;br /&gt;Etc... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-6148375573321534085?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6148375573321534085/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=6148375573321534085' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6148375573321534085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6148375573321534085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/soul-asylum-misery.html' title='Soul Asylum - Misery'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-7425971168751568680</id><published>2009-10-05T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T15:33:59.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Inglés'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Beatles'/><title type='text'>The Beatles - All You Need Is Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NzJ2NKp23WU&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NzJ2NKp23WU&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Quién más que los más grandes, a quienes por ellos conocemos la música tal y como la conocemos ahora, los que marcaron una época, los que aún siguen influenciando a las nuevas bandas, y personas que nos los conocimos, los admiramos, esta canción en partícular se me hace un legado importante, también es parte importante de la historia de la humanidad, ya que fue lo primero que se transmitio Vía Satélite masivamente, ahora eso es muy común, pero como todo lo que hicieron dejaron huella... la pregunta es abrá alguién mas grande que ellos...., por otro lado un canción que solo habla de amor, que solo habla de lo importante, sí te pones a reflexionar, te darás cuenta que realmente lo único que necesitamos como seres humanos es amor....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All You Need Is Love&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can do that can't be done&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can sing that can't be sung&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game&lt;br /&gt;It's easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can make that can't be made&lt;br /&gt;No one you can save that can't be saved&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time&lt;br /&gt;It's easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love, love&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love, love&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can know that isn't known&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can see that isn't shown&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be&lt;br /&gt;It's easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love, love&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love (All together, now!)&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love (Everybody!)&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love, love&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need (Love is all you need)&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need (Love is all you need)&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need (Love is all you need)&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need (Love is all you need)&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need (Love is all you need)&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need (Love is all you need)&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need (Love is all you need)&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need (Love is all you need)&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need (Love is all you need)&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need (Love is all you need)&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need (Love is all you need)&lt;br /&gt;Yee-hai! (Love is all you need)&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need (Love is all you need)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (Love is all you need)&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need (Love is all you need)&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need (Love is all you need)&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need (Love is all you need)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! (Love is all you need)&lt;br /&gt;She loves you, yeah yeah yeah (Love is all you need)&lt;br /&gt;She loves you, yeah yeah yeah (Love is all you need)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-7425971168751568680?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/7425971168751568680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=7425971168751568680' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/7425971168751568680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/7425971168751568680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/beatles-all-you-need-is-love.html' title='The Beatles - All You Need Is Love'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-5416647482884788115</id><published>2009-10-05T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:48:03.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Inglés'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Outfield'/><title type='text'>All The Love In The World - The Outfield</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed height="270" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtvmusica.com:229424" flashvars="dist=http://www.mtvmusica.com&amp;amp;configParams=vl%3Des_LA" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, sans-serif; FONT-SIZE: 10px"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #000000" href="http://www.mtvmusica.com/artista/outfield"&gt;The Outfield&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a style="COLOR: #000000" href="http://www.mtvmusica.com/"&gt;MTV Music Latin America&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para el 100 guardo algo especial, esta canción pudo ser, pero le falta... si embargo un grupo no de una canción, sino de un album, excelente: &lt;strong&gt;Play Deep, &lt;/strong&gt;que desgraciadamente nunca pudieron igualar el exito con este disco, sin embargo esta banda Inglesa, si que dejo un huella imborrable en la música ochentera que de alguna forma nos marco.&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez muchos recuerden a sus viejos amores, eran los 80´s la secundaria, aunque yo lo es escuche mucho en la prepa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the love in the world&lt;br /&gt;The Outfield&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the things that happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I guess that I should have seen a long, long time ago&lt;br /&gt;Letters you write don't help me get through the night&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll just turn out the light and sleep here all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the love, all the love in the world&lt;br /&gt;All the love, I'll be sending you girl&lt;br /&gt;All the love&lt;br /&gt;All the love in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time after time I put my life on the line&lt;br /&gt;but I ain't committed no crime, so take what you can find&lt;br /&gt;Forget what I say 'cuz I'll keep running away&lt;br /&gt;I only live for today, but I'm one day behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the love, all the love in the world&lt;br /&gt;All the love, I'll be sending you girl&lt;br /&gt;All the love&lt;br /&gt;All the love in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the words that I whisper on every first night,&lt;br /&gt;but that day you left me,&lt;br /&gt;those words were on that same flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the things that happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I guess that I should have seen a long, long time ago,&lt;br /&gt;Letters you write don't help me get through the night,&lt;br /&gt;so I'll just turn out the light, and sleep here all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the love, all the love in the world&lt;br /&gt;All the love, I'll be sending you girl&lt;br /&gt;All the love, all the love in the world&lt;br /&gt;All the love, all the love in the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-5416647482884788115?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/5416647482884788115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=5416647482884788115' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/5416647482884788115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/5416647482884788115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-love-in-world-outfield.html' title='All The Love In The World - The Outfield'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-4746117899973081331</id><published>2009-10-05T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:10:17.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Strokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>The Strokes - Last Nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; BACKGROUND: #000000; HEIGHT: 348px"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed height="348" name="Metacafe_sy-42252812001" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/sy-42252812001/the_strokes_last_nite_official_music_video.swf" flashvars="playerVars=showStats=yesautoPlay=novideoTitle=The Strokes - Last Nite (Official Music Video)" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 12px" align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/sy-42252812001/the_strokes_last_nite_official_music_video/"&gt;The Strokes - Last Nite (Official Music Video)&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;Free videos are just a click away&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraída del sensacional disco IS THIS IT, The Strokes le da un aire fresco a la escena del Rock and Roll, con esta satira y divertida canción que no hace pensar en absulutamente nada, solo en desear que sea viernes, y empezar el reventon y el Rock and Roll. Excelente banda de las llamadas de garage, formada en el año de 1998, son de las pocas bandas nuevas que no mezclan el RAP ni el HIP HOP electrónico, por lo que podemos decir que es un rock puro, agresivo, divertido, con letras que hablan de la cotidianidad de lo que vivimos y no lo que desearíamos, puro rock and roll... disfrutenlo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Nite&lt;br /&gt;The Strokes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, she said:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, baby, I feel so down.&lt;br /&gt;Oh it turns me off,&lt;br /&gt;When I feel left out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I turned around:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, baby, don't care no more&lt;br /&gt;I know this for sure,&lt;br /&gt;I'm walkin' out that door"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been in town for just about fifteen minutes now&lt;br /&gt;And Baby, I feel so down&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I keep walkin' for miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, people they don't understand&lt;br /&gt;No, girlfriends, they can't understand&lt;br /&gt;Your Grandsons, they won't understand&lt;br /&gt;On top of this, I ain't ever gonna understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, she said:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, baby, don't feel so down.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it turns me off,&lt;br /&gt;When I feel left out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I, I turn 'round:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, baby, gonna be alright"&lt;br /&gt;It was a great big lie&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I left that night, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, people they don't understand&lt;br /&gt;No, girlfriends, they won't understand&lt;br /&gt;In spaceships, they won't understand&lt;br /&gt;And me, I ain't ever gonna understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, she said:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, baby, I feel so down.&lt;br /&gt;See, it turns me off,&lt;br /&gt;When I feel left out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I, I turn 'round:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, little girl, I don't care no more.&lt;br /&gt;I know this for sure,&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking out that door," yeah&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/6013236143391456751-4746117899973081331?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/4746117899973081331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=4746117899973081331' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/4746117899973081331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/4746117899973081331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/10/strokes-last-nite.html' title='The Strokes - Last Nite'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-656896981513039289</id><published>2009-09-29T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:34:14.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meat Puppets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>Backwater- Meat Puppets</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9-HFbNhTTKQ&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9-HFbNhTTKQ&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Una canción rara, pero me gustaba mucho, recuerdo que fue casí al final de mi prepa, donde esta canción estaa de moda, un grupo del disco "too high die" solo me gusto esta canción, es más creo de este grupo es la única, pero no por eso deja de ser buena, esta canción provoca en mí diversos sentimientos: nostalgía, alegría, furia, tristeza, fustracción y por si fuera poco esperanza. La frase que más me mueve es: las cosas nunca cambian, y diría que aveces si cambian las cosas, aveces solo se transforman, sin embargo halando de personas, pienso que si cambiamos vamos cambiando con las nuevas experiencias que vamos viviendo, las nuevas personas que vamos conociendo, pero en sí nuestra esencia nunca cambiara...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Backwater&lt;br /&gt;Meat Puppets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;To feel the daybreak on my face.&lt;br /&gt;There's a blood that's flowing through the feeling&lt;br /&gt;Witha knife to open up the sky's veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Some things will never change&lt;br /&gt;They just stand there looking backwards&lt;br /&gt;Half-unconsious from the pain.&lt;br /&gt;They may seem rearranged.&lt;br /&gt;In the backwater swirling&lt;br /&gt;There is something that'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I shoulda been gone a long time&lt;br /&gt;It laughs, and says I find ways.&lt;br /&gt;Just when they're sheltered under paper&lt;br /&gt;The rockets come at us sideways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm blind.&lt;br /&gt;Good Fine.&lt;br /&gt;Roll the time&lt;br /&gt;On whose dime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;To feel the daybreak on my face.&lt;br /&gt;There's a blood that's flowing through the feeling&lt;br /&gt;Witha knife to open up the sky's veins. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-656896981513039289?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/656896981513039289/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=656896981513039289' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/656896981513039289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/656896981513039289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/09/backwater-meat-puppets.html' title='Backwater- Meat Puppets'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-5069427857100010762</id><published>2009-09-22T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:45:21.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinosaurio Jr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>Feel The Pain - Dinosaur Jr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OQZmrdwK7YM&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OQZmrdwK7YM&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Otra buena banda de los 90´s, editó caí 10 discos algunos con mas pena que gloria, pero esta es una muestra de lo que hacen buen rock and roll, y en particular esta canción son de las mejores que hicieron, una canción llena de dolor, de lo que se siente ser generación X, de lo que fue esa decada de grandeza economica pero melancolia superficial, sin embargo, el dolor que hicieron a estos jovenes engradecerse que incluso fuera parte importante del electorado que llevo a Bill Clinton a ser presidente de Estados Unidos... a veces nos olvidanos que los jovenes no son el futuro sino un importante presente... y tu que estas haciendo con tu vida??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feel the Pain&lt;br /&gt;Dinosaur Jr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the pain of everyone&lt;br /&gt;Then I feel nothing&lt;br /&gt;I feel the pain of everyone&lt;br /&gt;Then I feel nothing&lt;br /&gt;I feel the pain of everyone&lt;br /&gt;Then I feel nothing&lt;br /&gt;I feel the pain of everyone&lt;br /&gt;Then I feel nothing&lt;br /&gt;Is it up to me ?&lt;br /&gt;You won't wait to see&lt;br /&gt;Screwed us both again&lt;br /&gt;About as close as you dare&lt;br /&gt;I feel the pain of everyone&lt;br /&gt;Then I feel nothing&lt;br /&gt;I feel the pain of everyone&lt;br /&gt;Then I feel nothing&lt;br /&gt;Is it up to me ?&lt;br /&gt;You won't wait to see&lt;br /&gt;Screwed us yet again&lt;br /&gt;About as close as you dare&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, take it back&lt;br /&gt;Get off the attack.&lt;br /&gt;Trailin' on your scene&lt;br /&gt;Just try and keep it clean&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/6013236143391456751-5069427857100010762?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/5069427857100010762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=5069427857100010762' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/5069427857100010762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/5069427857100010762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/09/feel-pain-dinosaur-jr.html' title='Feel The Pain - Dinosaur Jr.'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-6043444989275322377</id><published>2009-09-22T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:01:09.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P orno for Pyros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>Pets - P orno for Pyros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed height="319" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:47222" flashvars="configParams=artist%3D1007%26vid%3D47222%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A47222%26startUri={startUri}" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Una banda con un raro nombre, que en verdad en lo personal esta es la unica canción que me gusto de ellos, que buscan ser diferentes y la verdad lo logran, dejen sus comentarios, una letra también rara, pero eso si una excelente música.... opinen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pets&lt;br /&gt;P orno for Pyros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children are innocent&lt;br /&gt;A teenager's fucked up in the head&lt;br /&gt;Adults are even more fucked up&lt;br /&gt;And elderlies are like children&lt;br /&gt;Will there be another race&lt;br /&gt;To come along and take over for us?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe martians could do&lt;br /&gt;Better than we've done&lt;br /&gt;We'll make great pets!&lt;br /&gt;We'll make great pets!&lt;br /&gt;We'll make great pets!&lt;br /&gt;We'll make great pets!&lt;br /&gt;We'll make great pets!&lt;br /&gt;We'll make great pets!&lt;br /&gt;We'll make great pets!&lt;br /&gt;We'll make great pets!&lt;br /&gt;My friend says we're like the dinosaurs&lt;br /&gt;Only we are doing ourselves in&lt;br /&gt;Much faster than they&lt;br /&gt;Ever did&lt;br /&gt;We'll make great pets!&lt;br /&gt;We'll make great pets!&lt;br /&gt;We'll make great pets!&lt;br /&gt;We'll make great pets!&lt;br /&gt;We'll make great pets!&lt;br /&gt;We'll make great pets!&lt;br /&gt;We'll make great pets!&lt;br /&gt;We'll make great pets!&lt;br /&gt;We will make great pets&lt;br /&gt;We'll make great pets!&lt;br /&gt;We'll make great pets!&lt;br /&gt;We'll make great pets!&lt;br /&gt;We will make great pets!&lt;br /&gt;We'll make great pets!&lt;br /&gt;We'll make great pets!&lt;br /&gt;We'll make great pets! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-6043444989275322377?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6043444989275322377/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=6043444989275322377' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6043444989275322377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6043444989275322377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/09/pets-p-orno-for-pyros.html' title='Pets - P orno for Pyros'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-3560900484399145893</id><published>2009-09-22T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:54:33.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stone Temple Pilots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scott Weiland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>Interstate Love Song - Stone Temple Pilots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed height="319" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:252193" flashvars="configParams=vid%3D252193%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A252193%26startUri={startUri}" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px; WIDTH: 500px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, sans-serif; FONT-SIZE: 12px"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #439cd8" href="http://www.mtv.com/music/artist/stone_temple_pilots/artist.jhtml" target="_blank"&gt;Stone Temple Pilots&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a style="COLOR: #439cd8" href="http://www.mtv.com/music/" target="_blank"&gt;New Music&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a style="COLOR: #439cd8" href="http://www.mtv.com/music/video/" target="_blank"&gt;More Music Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Scott Weiland, lidereando a los Stone Temple Pilots, después de Plush, nos sorprende gratamente con esta canción, que ya es todo un clásico, que no puedes dejar de brincar en cuanto la escuchas, demostrando que el rock tiene su coranzoncito, y una muestra de como se puede demostrar ternura, cariño y amor sin ser cursi, brincando todos cuando lleguemos a la parte del coro: "Leavin' on a southern train" donde las guitarras en su máximo expresión gritan aqui estoy y vengo decirte lo que te tengo que decir( pues así o mas claro)... bueno eso lo rockandroll pero me gusta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interstate Love Song&lt;br /&gt;Stone Temple Pilots&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on a sunday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;For what i read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;Your lies.&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' like a hand in rusted shame&lt;br /&gt;So do you laugh or does it cry?&lt;br /&gt;Reply?&lt;br /&gt;Leavin' on a southern train&lt;br /&gt;Only yesterday you lied&lt;br /&gt;Promises of what i seemed to be&lt;br /&gt;Only watched the time go by&lt;br /&gt;All of these things you said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing is the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;To do. with all i've said and&lt;br /&gt;All that's dead for you&lt;br /&gt;You lied - good bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leavin' on a southern train&lt;br /&gt;Only yesterday you lied&lt;br /&gt;Promises of what i seemed to be&lt;br /&gt;Only watched the time go by,&lt;br /&gt;All of these things i said to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-3560900484399145893?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/3560900484399145893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=3560900484399145893' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/3560900484399145893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/3560900484399145893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/09/interstate-love-song-stone-temple.html' title='Interstate Love Song - Stone Temple Pilots'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-9087671701474728334</id><published>2009-09-22T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:44:22.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris Cornell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soundgarden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>Sunshower - Chris Cornell</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XYUIPgz3nyM&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XYUIPgz3nyM&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un poco de magia, nostalgia, recordar al pequeño Finn, lleno de miedo, lleno de ternura, pero con muchos sueños, enamorado de la niña imposible, pero sin embargo sabe que esta ahi, junto a ella, y sabe lo que siente su corazón también, un ejemplo de que las buenas obras algún día te son recompensadas, pero aveces también inesperadas, de la gran, super, archi gran película: Great Expectations, dirigida por el mexicano Alfonso Cuarón, con Robert de Niro, Ethan Hawke y la bella Gwyneth Paltrow, como Estella, así dentro de la pelicula aparece Chris Cornell, ya sin Soundgarden, con su primera canción como solista, en el momento tierno de la pelicula, pero tambien en momento mas agridulce, que conduce a la locura del amor, del desamor, que deja al final el corazón roto, pero con la llama encendida que el futuro sigue y es más siempre lo que viene es mejor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunshower&lt;br /&gt;Chris Cornell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark as roses, fine as sand&lt;br /&gt;Feel your healing and your sting again&lt;br /&gt;I hear you laughing and my soul is saved&lt;br /&gt;On forgotten graves you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crawl like ivy up my spine&lt;br /&gt;Through my nerves and into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cuts like anguish&lt;br /&gt;Or recollections of better days gone by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its all right&lt;br /&gt;When youre caught in pain&lt;br /&gt;And you feel the rain come down&lt;br /&gt;Its all right&lt;br /&gt;When you find your way&lt;br /&gt;Then you see it disappear&lt;br /&gt;Its all right&lt;br /&gt;Though your gardens grey&lt;br /&gt;I know all your graces&lt;br /&gt;Someday will flower&lt;br /&gt;In the sweet sunshower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes like oceans so far away&lt;br /&gt;A feather trail to a better way&lt;br /&gt;Worried mornings turn into days&lt;br /&gt;Then into worried nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its all right&lt;br /&gt;When youre all in pain&lt;br /&gt;And you feel the rain come down&lt;br /&gt;Oh its all right&lt;br /&gt;When you find your way&lt;br /&gt;Then you see it disappear&lt;br /&gt;Oh its all right&lt;br /&gt;Though your gardens grey&lt;br /&gt;I know all your graces&lt;br /&gt;Someday will flower&lt;br /&gt;Oh in the sweet sunshower&lt;br /&gt;Oh in the sweet sunshower&lt;br /&gt;In the sweet sunshower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all your graces&lt;br /&gt;Someday will flower&lt;br /&gt;In the sweet sunshower&lt;br /&gt;And its all right&lt;br /&gt;All youll be you are today&lt;br /&gt;Are today&lt;br /&gt;Its all right&lt;br /&gt;All youll be you are today&lt;br /&gt;Are today......... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-9087671701474728334?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/9087671701474728334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=9087671701474728334' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/9087671701474728334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/9087671701474728334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunshower-chris-cornell.html' title='Sunshower - Chris Cornell'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-8094758683384274724</id><published>2009-09-22T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:31:30.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith No More'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>Ashes to Ashes - Faith No More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xka6c&amp;related=0" width="480" height="398"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xka6c&amp;related=0"&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;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xka6c_faith-no-more-ashes-to-ashes_music?embed=1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dailymotion.com/thumbnail/video/xka6c" width="480" height="393" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xka6c_faith-no-more-ashes-to-ashes_music"&gt;Faith No More - Ashes To Ashes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cargado por &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/PESfouine"&gt;PESfouine&lt;/a&gt;. - &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/mx/channel/music"&gt;Ver los videos de música recién destacados.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashes To Ashes&lt;br /&gt;Fait No More&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want them to know it's me&lt;br /&gt;It's on my head&lt;br /&gt;I'll point the finger at me&lt;br /&gt;It's on my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it all to you&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll be closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling with the mouth of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;And I'll wave to you with the arms of the mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let you shout no more&lt;br /&gt;It's on my head&lt;br /&gt;I'll pick you up from the floor&lt;br /&gt;It's on my head&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you even the score It's on my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it all to you&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll be closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling with the mouth of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;And I'll wave to you with the arms of the mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give the same to me then I'll be closer, closer&lt;br /&gt;Give the same to me then I'll be closer, closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling with the mouth of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;And I'll wave to you with the arms of the mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give the same to me then I'll be closer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-8094758683384274724?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/8094758683384274724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=8094758683384274724' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/8094758683384274724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/8094758683384274724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/09/ashes-to-ashes-faith-no-more.html' title='Ashes to Ashes - Faith No More'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-46649071396335658</id><published>2009-09-22T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:13:03.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith No More'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>Evidence - Faith No More</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TPuSJeVOw7I&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TPuSJeVOw7I&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para quitarme esta imagen de popero, les dejo algo impresionante, algo que si bien es un soul muy sabroso es de una banda que cuando se lo proponian hacian muy buena música, , por lo cual les dejo esta canción impresionante, un grupo que se dio a conocer con el cover Easy, su canción Epic, A Small Victory, Midlife Crisis, recomendables pero sobretodo la canción de Ashes to Ashes, para los creían que mezclar el rap con el rock duro era nuevo, lamento desilusionarlo Faith No More, lo hacia a finales de los 80´s y a principios de los 90´s, por eso y para esto les dejo la evidencia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evidence&lt;br /&gt;Faith No More&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to open the hole&lt;br /&gt;Just put your head down and go&lt;br /&gt;Step beside the piece of the circumstance&lt;br /&gt;Got to wash away the taste of evidence&lt;br /&gt;Wash it away (evidence)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;It didn't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;Look in the eye and testify:&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;Anything you say, we know you're guilty&lt;br /&gt;Hands above your head, you won't even feel me&lt;br /&gt;You won't feel me (evidence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-46649071396335658?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/46649071396335658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=46649071396335658' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/46649071396335658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/46649071396335658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/09/evidence-faith-no-more.html' title='Evidence - Faith No More'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-153741011509118306</id><published>2009-09-22T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:02:18.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pop Mexicano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moenia'/><title type='text'>Moenia - No dices más</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AORm6bzqXRI&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AORm6bzqXRI&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ya se, ya se, que se diran que hace esta canción aquí o peor aún que hace este grupo aquí, solo les digo que esta canción marco una etapa de mi vida, llena de cambios, donde me di cuenta que los sueños se pueden alcanzar, donde me di cuenta que si sueñas, es vas tras ese sueño lo puedes alcanzar, hay personas que estuvieron en esta etapa, que ahora me ven y no me hablan, recuerdo momentos donde me coqueteo la trova, y no si bien ahora no me gusta del todo, bien no me desagrada, este tipo de Pop como el que hace Moenia, se me hace bueno y honesto, confieso que tengo 2 discos el primero y el donde viene las canciones acústicas, esta canción me deja con sed, como cuando necesitas tomar agua y esta de repente se fue, y todo mundo te dice, ¿que paso? ¿No te dabas cuenta?, es una buena canción, una letra padre, llenar de amor, donde la persona en cuestión esta dentro de tu corazon y tu ni cuenta, y cuando te das cuenta ya es demasiado tarde, ella ya no esta, se fue, una canción muy bonita por decirlo así un buen video y a parte no me negaran que la modelo es preciosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;No dices más&lt;br /&gt;Moenia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tras de la lluvia el sol y nunca me senti mejor,&lt;br /&gt;no sé lo que pasó que el mundo de color cambió.&lt;br /&gt;y es que tú apareciste así y sin saber te has metido en mí.&lt;br /&gt;Tanto pensar en tí ya me ha hecho decidir,&lt;br /&gt;me cuesta mucho pero te lo voy a decir&lt;br /&gt;y es que yo ya no puedo más y ya no me importa lo que vaya apasar&lt;br /&gt;Solamente tú me puedes destruir o salvar;&lt;br /&gt;dos palabras bastarán.&lt;br /&gt;y te podría esperar hasta que se evapore todo el mar,&lt;br /&gt;pero tú no dices más.&lt;br /&gt;No sé si estuvo bien decirte toda la verdad,&lt;br /&gt;tal vez así lo entiendas y lo sepas valorar.&lt;br /&gt;Solamente tú me puedes destruir o salvar;&lt;br /&gt;dos palabras bastarán.&lt;br /&gt;y te podría esperar hasta que se evapore todo el mar,&lt;br /&gt;pero tú no dices más.&lt;br /&gt;Solamente tú me puedes destruir o salvar;&lt;br /&gt;dos palabras bastarán &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-153741011509118306?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/153741011509118306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=153741011509118306' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/153741011509118306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/153741011509118306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/09/moenia-no-dices-mas.html' title='Moenia - No dices más'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-6293033668238677964</id><published>2009-09-17T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:58:21.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Mexicano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gusana Ciega'/><title type='text'>Sin Ti - La Gusana Ciega</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 248px; HEIGHT: 177px" width="248" height="177"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JmtuHQT95Fs&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JmtuHQT95Fs&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Siempre existen personas que aparecen y desaparecen de nuestra vida, hay algunas que dejan un rastro importante en nosotros, sin embargo, esta canción es un homenage a esas personas que ya no estan aquí y no me refieron que no esten vivos, sino que simplemente ya no estan aquí que se fueron a vivir a otro lugar, que se alejaron de nosotros... los amigos de la infancia, los familiares que por alguna razon ya no estan cerca de nosotros, los primos, los amigos que simplemente crecieron y desaparecieron de nuestra vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sin Ti&lt;br /&gt;La Gusana Ciega&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desaparecer de la mulitutd&lt;br /&gt;nunca tuvimos esa conversación&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejar de respirar fue tu solución&lt;br /&gt;dejar de soñar&lt;br /&gt;dejarnos escapar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti, no es facil decidir&lt;br /&gt;las flores en la luna se secaran sin ti&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti, no es facil decidir&lt;br /&gt;los hombres en la luna se olvidaran de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdo tus historias de viajes de color&lt;br /&gt;el martes a la luna y el miercoles al sol&lt;br /&gt;nunca te comprendieron&lt;br /&gt;mataron tu pasión&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti, no es facil decidir&lt;br /&gt;las flores en la luna se secaran sin ti&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti, no es facil decidir&lt;br /&gt;los hombres en la luna se olvidaran de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti, no es facil decidir&lt;br /&gt;las flores en la luna se secaran sin ti&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti, no es facil decidir&lt;br /&gt;los hombres en la luna se olvidaran de ti&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-6293033668238677964?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6293033668238677964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=6293033668238677964' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6293033668238677964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6293033668238677964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/09/sin-ti-la-gusana-ciega.html' title='Sin Ti - La Gusana Ciega'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-6113428496585011860</id><published>2009-09-17T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:44:07.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Argentino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miguel Mateos'/><title type='text'>No me dejes caer. Miguel Mateos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cx4N-opPWRo&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cx4N-opPWRo&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Miguel Mateos un ícono en el Rock en Español, cuando todavia hacia buena música, y hablando de canciones agridulces, que no termina ser una completa balada, ni una canción dura, si no esta entre ese limbo, esta en ese limite que te hace gritar porque crees que va a ser mas fuerte. Una canción, un suplica, un lamento, un grito de ayuda de auxilio, todo esto refleja Miguel Mateos en esta canción, del disco Atado a un Sentimiento, donde sobresalieron la canción homonima, Los atacantes del Amor, el gran sencillo de Sin pensar, Sexo por Dinero, Vi y luz  y pase, pero en lo particular esta canción se lleva las palmas: No me dejes caer. Cuando nos sentimos que nos hundimos, cuando sentimos que todo esta perdido y gritamos AYUDAME... a quien realmente no nos va a dejar caer, ¿en quién confias ciegamente? que le confiarias ciegamente tu vida, que le confias tu corazón, que es tan fragil que se puede romper...y cuando crees que se cayendo y se va a romper entonces gritas: No me dejes Caer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No me dejes caer&lt;br /&gt;Miguel Mateos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando caiga la noche&lt;br /&gt;no haya nadie aquí&lt;br /&gt;y el calor de la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;me castigue sin piedad&lt;br /&gt;tendré que sonreir&lt;br /&gt;A tu sombra implacable&lt;br /&gt;a mi desolación&lt;br /&gt;aunque se haga polvo el mundo&lt;br /&gt;en el último segundo&lt;br /&gt;tu secreto es mi canción&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh nena no me dejes&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes caer por favor&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes solo en el río&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como un enmascarado&lt;br /&gt;mil noches sin dormir&lt;br /&gt;cierro puertas y ventanas&lt;br /&gt;para que el sol de la mañana&lt;br /&gt;no me descubra así (oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;con las manos atadas&lt;br /&gt;como perros de ciudad&lt;br /&gt;con la tele andando a mil&lt;br /&gt;sin fuerzas de seguir&lt;br /&gt;amando un souvenir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh nena no me dejes&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes caer por favor&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes solo en el río&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me dejes&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes caer por favor&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes tan solo en el río&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh nena no me dejes&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes caer por favor&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes solo en el río...&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/6013236143391456751-6113428496585011860?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6113428496585011860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=6113428496585011860' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6113428496585011860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6113428496585011860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-me-dejes-caer-miguel-mateos.html' title='No me dejes caer. Miguel Mateos'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-3006764024848553902</id><published>2009-09-17T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:20:52.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pastilla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Mexicano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>Pastilla - Solamente</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rYDmveULLDE&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rYDmveULLDE&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Los Hermanos Monroy, Pastilla un excelente banda, que exploro el britpop, como pocos, desde su canción Amor Metal, una magnifica canción, del disco Vox Electra, oscuro, obtuso y realmente depresivo que deje un huella en el rock en español, destacando también de ese disco: Vox Electra, Bi, y por supuesto Solamente, un balada agridulce donde se desconecta la realidad hiriente con el sueño abrazador y el confort de la sensación amorosa del  recuerdo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solamente&lt;br /&gt;Pastilla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdi mi espiritu, en la noche&lt;br /&gt;en el cielo azul, me meti al baul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro:&lt;br /&gt;Hey no se te olvide que&lt;br /&gt;en el centro estoy&lt;br /&gt;y que todo es facil si&lt;br /&gt;la sangre y la piel y las venas tambien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy tan solo aqui, que no puedo ni oir&lt;br /&gt;me meti al baul, porque no estas tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me calme y me puse a devolver lo que comi&lt;br /&gt;de ti no me tuve que salir tan infeliz&lt;br /&gt;si regrese no lo tienes que pensar&lt;br /&gt;lo vamos a intentar solamente una vez&lt;br /&gt;solamente una vez&lt;br /&gt;Estoy azul y ahogado en un vaso de anciedad&lt;br /&gt;no pude haberme convertido en un nahual&lt;br /&gt;me arrepenti y deje de estornudar&lt;br /&gt;e decido un mal nacido al comerme lo podrido&lt;br /&gt;solamente una vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro&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/6013236143391456751-3006764024848553902?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/3006764024848553902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=3006764024848553902' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/3006764024848553902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/3006764024848553902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/09/pastilla-solamente.html' title='Pastilla - Solamente'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-8262961113307149894</id><published>2009-09-17T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:05:03.819-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom Cochrane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>Life Is A Highway - Tom Cochrane</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/xz2g3fY_ND/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed width="400" src="http://media.imeem.com/v/xz2g3fY_ND/aus=false/pv=2" height="345" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/rockvideos/video/oDj1x6bu/tom-cochrane-life-is-a-highway/"&gt;Life Is A Highway - Tom Cochrane&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sí bien las cosas dicen que no son como parecen, sí bien todo depende del cristal donde se mira, la vida, ¿qué es la vida?.... Según Tom Cochrane, la vida es como una carretera, (esta canción la oyeron en el soundtrack de CARS, intrepretada por los Rascal Flatts, que a mi gusto le falto poder), y cómo es la carretera?, pues primero tienes que ver siempre al frente, segundo aveces vienen subidas, aveces bajadas, aveces tienes que bajar para poder subir y seguir avanzando hacia tu destino, en las orillas hay quienes se detienen, hay quienes te revasan, hay a quienes tu revasas y simplemente dejas atrás, pero cuidado si manejas mirando el retrovisor... porque si ves el pasado puedes chocar, siempre al frente, siempre al frente....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life Is A Highway&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cochrane &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's like a road that you travel on&lt;br /&gt;When there's one day here and the next day gone&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you bend sometimes you stand&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you turn your back to the wind&lt;br /&gt;There's a world outside every darkened Door&lt;br /&gt;Where blues won't haunt you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Where the brave are free and lovers soar&lt;br /&gt;Come ride with me to the distant shore&lt;br /&gt;We won't hesitate break down the garden gate&lt;br /&gt;There's not much left today&lt;br /&gt;Life is a highway&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride it all night long&lt;br /&gt;If you're going my way&lt;br /&gt;I want to drive it all night long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all the cities and all these towns&lt;br /&gt;It's in my blood and it's all around&lt;br /&gt;I love you now like I loved you then&lt;br /&gt;This is the road and these are the hands&lt;br /&gt;From mozambique to those memphis nights&lt;br /&gt;The khyber pass to vancouver's lights&lt;br /&gt;Knock me down get back up again&lt;br /&gt;You're in my blood I'm not a lonely man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no load I can't hold&lt;br /&gt;Road so rough this I know&lt;br /&gt;I'll bee there when the light comes in&lt;br /&gt;Tell 'em we're survivors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a distance between you and I&lt;br /&gt;A misunderstanding once but now&lt;br /&gt;We look it in the eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no load I can't hold&lt;br /&gt;Road so rough this I know&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when the light comes in&lt;br /&gt;Tell 'em we're survivors&lt;br /&gt;Chorus x 3 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-8262961113307149894?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/8262961113307149894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=8262961113307149894' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/8262961113307149894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/8262961113307149894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-highway-tom-cochrane.html' title='Life Is A Highway - Tom Cochrane'/><author><name>M. 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Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-500514615727304985</id><published>2009-09-17T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:48:05.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Billy Joel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>All About Soul - Billy Joel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o0AgzUfQvWA&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o0AgzUfQvWA&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando compre el casette de River of Dreams de Billy Joel, sin conocer toda su historia esta canción fue la que mas me gusto, la honestidad el respecto al rock puro, las bases del soul, la letra tran explcita que te llega al alma, y penetra en el corazón, una canción de amor puro, limpio sin condición sin distinción, amor que no se, ve no se toca, pero que se siente, se puede expresar, se puede transmitir, a tráves de alma, es como lo explica Billi Joel, que una canción puede hacer la diferencia entre una pareja, solo si los sentimiento vienen del alma...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All About Soul&lt;br /&gt;Billy Joel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waits for me at night, she waits for me in silence,&lt;br /&gt;She gives me all her tenderness and takes away my pain.&lt;br /&gt;And so far she hasn't run, though I swear she's had her moments,&lt;br /&gt;She still believes in miracles while others cry in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about soul.&lt;br /&gt;It's all about faith and a deeper devotion.&lt;br /&gt;It's all about soul.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause under love is a stronger emotion.&lt;br /&gt;She's gotta be strong.&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things getting out of control.&lt;br /&gt;Should drive her away,&lt;br /&gt;Why does she stay?&lt;br /&gt;It's all about soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;It's all about soul.&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is. (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who have lost&lt;br /&gt;Every trace of human kindness.&lt;br /&gt;There are many who have fallen,&lt;br /&gt;There are some who still survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes to me at night&lt;br /&gt;And she tells me her desires,&lt;br /&gt;And she gives me all the love I need&lt;br /&gt;To keep my faith alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about soul.&lt;br /&gt;It's all about joy that comes out of sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;It's all about soul.&lt;br /&gt;Who's standing now, who's standing tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;This life isn't fair.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna' get dark,&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna' get cold.&lt;br /&gt;You gotta' get tough,&lt;br /&gt;But that ain't enough.&lt;br /&gt;It's all about soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;It's all about soul.&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na na (na)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is. (repeat, fade)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-500514615727304985?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/500514615727304985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=500514615727304985' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/500514615727304985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/500514615727304985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-about-soul-billy-joel.html' title='All About Soul - Billy Joel'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-1250006882651190189</id><published>2009-09-09T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:19:17.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Inglés'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink Floyd'/><title type='text'>Take It Back - Pink Floyd</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W9r5EdnDZZM&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W9r5EdnDZZM&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Un poco de progresivo, un poco de clasico, un poco de relajación, Pink Floy un gran grupo que ha influenciado a mas de 3 generaciones que buscan hacer siempre lo diferente, agradable para el oido, suave para el corazón, fuerte para la emoción. Como dice la canción algún día regresaras.... de este video me encanta el árbol, que me recuerda que los árboles mueren de pie y por algo mi nombre es de un árbol.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take It Back&lt;br /&gt;Pink Floyd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her love rains down on me easy as the breeze&lt;br /&gt;I listen to the breathing it sounds like the waves on the sea&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking all about her, burning with rage and desire&lt;br /&gt;We were spinning into darkness; &amp;amp; the earth was on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could take it back, she might take it back some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spy on her, I have lied to her, I make promises I cannot keep&lt;br /&gt;Then I hear her laughter rising, rising from the deep&lt;br /&gt;And I make her prove her love for me, I take all that I can take&lt;br /&gt;And I push her to the limit to see if she will break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She might take it back, she could take it back some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I had seen the warnings, screaming from all sides&lt;br /&gt;Its easy to ignore them God knows Ive tried&lt;br /&gt;All of this temptation, you know it turned my faith to lies&lt;br /&gt;Until I couldnt see the danger or hear the rising tide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could take it back, she will take it back some day&lt;br /&gt;She could take it back, she will take it back some day&lt;br /&gt;She will take it back; she will take it back some day &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-1250006882651190189?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/1250006882651190189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=1250006882651190189' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/1250006882651190189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/1250006882651190189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/09/take-it-back-pink-floy.html' title='Take It Back - Pink Floyd'/><author><name>M. 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Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-2849705674597108880</id><published>2009-09-08T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T07:54:11.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>Take A Picture - Filter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 297px; HEIGHT: 235px" width="297" height="235"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.46"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=v2141793&amp;amp;vid=4797517&amp;amp;lang=es-mx&amp;amp;intl=e1&amp;amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//d.yimg.com/ec/image/v1/video/2141793%3Bsize%3D385x231&amp;amp;embed=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.46" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="322" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="id=v2141793&amp;vid=4797517&amp;lang=es-mx&amp;intl=e1&amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//d.yimg.com/ec/image/v1/video/2141793%3Bsize%3D385x231&amp;embed=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://espanol.video.yahoo.com/watch/4797517/v2141793"&gt;Take A Picture&lt;/a&gt; en &lt;a href="http://espanol.video.yahoo.com/"&gt;Yahoo! Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Algo futurista, algo innovador en su momento, algo loco, algo apocaliptico, al melancolico, algo cierto que sino no cuidamos el mundo que tenemos, que hasta ahora es el único, a todos pero a toditos nos va a cargar.... la huesuda, sin embargo parece que avece nada nos importa, solo nuestro bienestar momentaneo, que nos ha llevado a extremos que nunca nos imaginamos, como la desaparición de especies de animales, como el gran deteriodo de nuestro medio ambiente, el calentamiento global, el agujero en la capa de ozono, que es mas grande que el territorio de USA, aveces nos reprochamos unos a otros, que no hacemos nada, pero la pregunta es: y tu que estas haciendo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take a picture&lt;br /&gt;Filter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awake on my airplane&lt;br /&gt;Awake on my airplane&lt;br /&gt;My skin is bare&lt;br /&gt;My skin is theirs&lt;br /&gt;Awake on my airplane&lt;br /&gt;Awake on my airplane&lt;br /&gt;My skin is bare&lt;br /&gt;My skin is theirs&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a newborn&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like a newborn&lt;br /&gt;Awake on my airplane&lt;br /&gt;Awake on my airplane&lt;br /&gt;I feel so real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Could you take my picture?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I wont remember&lt;br /&gt;Could you take my picture?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I wont remember&lt;br /&gt;Could you take my picture?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I wont remember&lt;br /&gt;Could you take my picture?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I wont remember&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont believe in&lt;br /&gt;I dont believe in&lt;br /&gt;In your sanctity&lt;br /&gt;You privacy&lt;br /&gt;I dont believe in&lt;br /&gt;I dont believe in&lt;br /&gt;Sanctity&lt;br /&gt;A hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt;Could everyone agree that&lt;br /&gt;No one should be left alone&lt;br /&gt;Could everyoone agree that&lt;br /&gt;They should not be left alone yeah&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like a newborn&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like a newborn&lt;br /&gt;Kicking and screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey dad what do you think about your son now&lt;br /&gt;Ah hey dad what do you think about your son now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-2849705674597108880?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/2849705674597108880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=2849705674597108880' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/2849705674597108880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/2849705674597108880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/09/take-picture-filter.html' title='Take A Picture - Filter'/><author><name>M. 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Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-4867655907481722700</id><published>2009-09-01T10:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:19:38.438-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Mexicano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ritmo Peligroso'/><title type='text'>Tiempo de Amar - Ritmo Peligroso</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=0c04ce9" 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/6013236143391456751-4867655907481722700?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/4867655907481722700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=4867655907481722700' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/4867655907481722700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/4867655907481722700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/09/tiempo-de-amar-ritmo-peligroso.html' title='Tiempo de Amar - Ritmo Peligroso'/><author><name>M. 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Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-126787861934684705</id><published>2009-09-01T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:18:43.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Mexicano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ritmo Peligroso'/><title type='text'>Tiempos Olvidados - Ritmo Peligroso</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=1342bf2" 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/6013236143391456751-126787861934684705?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/126787861934684705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=126787861934684705' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/126787861934684705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/126787861934684705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/09/tiempos-olvidados-ritmo-peligroso.html' title='Tiempos Olvidados - Ritmo Peligroso'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-880463732996985578</id><published>2009-09-01T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T09:57:22.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Mexicano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ritmo Peligroso'/><title type='text'>Pienso - Ritmo Peligroso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.canalcentrosur.com.mx/VIDEO%20DE%20LA%20SEMANA/ritmo_Peligroso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.canalcentrosur.com.mx/VIDEO%20DE%20LA%20SEMANA/ritmo_Peligroso.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=f71be39" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ay, ay, ay aquellos ayeres de mis días de secundaria donde solo me importaba escuchar el disco de Kenny y los Electricos y el gran pero gran disco de Ritmo Peligroso (homonimo), el aire limpio freco después de la lluvia, me refresca la memoria, y me lleva a los tiempos donde ese acetado de vinil daba vueltas sin parar, desgraciadamente no existe video, pero les dejo el audio de esta excelente canción, para que se den cuenta que &lt;strong&gt;Ritmo Peligroso&lt;/strong&gt; y el gran &lt;strong&gt;Piro&lt;/strong&gt;, no es solo &lt;strong&gt;Contaminado&lt;/strong&gt;, ni &lt;strong&gt;Dejala tranquila&lt;/strong&gt;, sino que existen mas y muchas más canciones como esta: &lt;strong&gt;Pienso&lt;/strong&gt;, una canción que demuestra la desesperación, el deseo de ver esa personita otra vez, que cuando estas enamorado todo te recuerda, todo se vuelve ella, repites sus frases, actuas como ella, porque en la mente solo esta ella.... por eso lo unico que le dices es:  Pienso....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jornada.unam.mx/2009/06/10/fotos/a08n1esp-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.jornada.unam.mx/2009/06/10/fotos/a08n1esp-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pienso&lt;br /&gt;Ritmo Peligroso&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Pienso, pienso cada instante&lt;br /&gt;Busco, busco soluciones&lt;br /&gt;Pienso, pienso demasiado&lt;br /&gt;Todo, todo lo que pasamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo estoy sin tí&lt;br /&gt;Tu estas allá tan sola&lt;br /&gt;Que va a pasar&lt;br /&gt;Como volver a vernos otra vez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busco, busco lo que quiero&lt;br /&gt;Todo, en todo te recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;Pienso, pienso, pienso que pasa contigo&lt;br /&gt;Pienso, que pasa conmigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No veo muy bien&lt;br /&gt;Creo que me estas mareado&lt;br /&gt;No aguanto más&lt;br /&gt;Quiero saber que va a pasar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El momento ha llegado ya&lt;br /&gt;este juego debe de parar&lt;br /&gt;El momento ha llegado ya&lt;br /&gt;si no subes voy a bajar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pienso, pienso cada instante&lt;br /&gt;Busco, busco soluciones&lt;br /&gt;Pienso, pienso, pienso demasiado&lt;br /&gt;En todo, todo lo que pasamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo estoy sin tí&lt;br /&gt;Tu estas allá tan sola&lt;br /&gt;Que va a pasar&lt;br /&gt;Como volver a vernos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo estoy sin tí (no puedo más)&lt;br /&gt;Tu estas allá tan sola&lt;br /&gt;Que va a pasar (no puedo más)&lt;br /&gt;Como volver a vernos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo estoy sin tí (no puedo más)&lt;br /&gt;Tu estas allá tan sola&lt;br /&gt;Que va a pasar (no puedo más)&lt;br /&gt;Como volver a vernos&lt;br /&gt;o... otra vez...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-880463732996985578?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/880463732996985578/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=880463732996985578' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/880463732996985578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/880463732996985578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/09/pienso-ritmo-peligroso.html' title='Pienso - Ritmo Peligroso'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-8381868832000873357</id><published>2009-08-20T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T09:23:10.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kenny y los Electricos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Mexicano'/><title type='text'>Enigma - kenny y los Electricos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eW1BERy2Jz8&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eW1BERy2Jz8&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Kenny sin duda un ícono en el Rock en español, que fue de las luchadoras por abrir espacios para el rock nacional, una gran martír, y porque no decir, la mejor del rock en español, es importante recordar que esta canción viene el disco ya inconseguible homonimo de Kenny y los Electricos, que tuvo importantes colaboraciones como la de Sabo Romo, Aleks Syntek, Jorge Amaro, Federico Fong, etc..., el enigma, lo que no conocemos siempre nos atrae, y cuando no conoces bien a esa persona se vuelve una obsesión, se vuelve algo del que conoces una pequeña muestra y simplemente quieres más...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enigma&lt;br /&gt;Kenny y los Electricos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanzados al misterio&lt;br /&gt;con tu danza de ritmo gris&lt;br /&gt;con tu danza de ritmo gris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu turbio turbio laberinto laberinto&lt;br /&gt;Confundiendo la ilusión confundiendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres para mí un enigma, enigma&lt;br /&gt;Eres para mí un enigma, enigma&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No deseaba exponerme&lt;br /&gt;al calor de tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;al calor de tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eran sugerencias sensuales&lt;br /&gt;todas tus revelaciones&lt;br /&gt;todas tus revelaciones&lt;br /&gt;íntimas, íntimas, íntimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres para mí un enigma, enigma&lt;br /&gt;Eres para mí un enigma, enigma&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo sugerencias sensuales&lt;br /&gt;solo sugerencias sensuales&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Por si no se escucha bien&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=e85a84b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-8381868832000873357?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/8381868832000873357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=8381868832000873357' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/8381868832000873357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/8381868832000873357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/08/enigma-kenny-y-los-electricos.html' title='Enigma - kenny y los Electricos'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-4317149787748030609</id><published>2009-08-11T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:56:39.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Mexicano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaria'/><title type='text'>Fe de Ciegos - Malaria</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZPxGruHj-Kw&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZPxGruHj-Kw&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Cuan razón tenia mi abuelo, cuanta sabiduria se encuentra en la calle, en el campo, en cielo, en las hojas de los árboles, el rock and roll con todas sus variantes es y siempre será el rock and roll, la forma de expresión de la libertad, de los sueños de la grandeza del corazón humano...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Malaria un grupo incomprendido, con 2 excelentes canciones que pasaran a la historia junto con las grandes y un solo album con 10 buenas canciones, un excelente guitarrista: "el mosco", desgraciadamente así como surgio desaparecio, este grupo es una lastima....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fe de Ciegos&lt;br /&gt;Malaria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo de sol y miel&lt;br /&gt;Algo de luz&lt;br /&gt;Algo inapreciable como el agua en la que nadas tú&lt;br /&gt;Alguna de la tarde gris&lt;br /&gt;Algo de amor&lt;br /&gt;Una gabardina Un sueño roto, algo que no se dio&lt;br /&gt;Subido en una montaña gris, Una mujer&lt;br /&gt;Un poco pateada, Algo que dije y no puede ser&lt;br /&gt;Algunas que no pueden ver o caminar&lt;br /&gt;Modas que la gente inventa vienen y se van&lt;br /&gt;Y las vi pasar&lt;br /&gt;Dormí muy bien, quiero verme así otra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dormí muy bien quiero verme así otra vez&lt;br /&gt;Montado en un caballo azul&lt;br /&gt;En un avión, en una corbata, en una boda, en una religión&lt;br /&gt;Alguna solución fugas, el aguarrás&lt;br /&gt;Una pinta de la escuela un viernes de examen final&lt;br /&gt;Las fiestas de la tradición&lt;br /&gt;El rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;Un cruce de distisismo para esta obsesión&lt;br /&gt;Te veías bien&lt;br /&gt;Sin desilusión&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te veías bien&lt;br /&gt;Sin resignación&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy éstas de otro color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te veías bien &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-4317149787748030609?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/4317149787748030609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=4317149787748030609' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/4317149787748030609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/4317149787748030609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/08/fe-de-ciegos-malaria.html' title='Fe de Ciegos - Malaria'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-713909173976500816</id><published>2009-08-11T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:35:02.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Mexicano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Naranaja Mécanica'/><title type='text'>La siguiente vida - La Naranja Mécanica</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Is79zL6Jt0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Is79zL6Jt0&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;El rock sigue su marcha, esta canción me hacia gritar me hacia brincar y romper una que otra cuerda de mi vieja guitarra, pero les digo escuchenla, a poco no es excelente, un grupo si no recuerdo bien se formo en Sinaloa, su obra única Supertrip, es ahora una reliquia inconseguible, y fenomenal, de ese disco existe varias canciones como son: Amor Automático, Tu Dios, Anima de madrugada, además de la que da titulo al disco: Supertrip, si quieren oir mas de esta banda escribanme ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Una canción que te hace decirle a la persona que amas que la amas y la amaras hoy y despues: en la siguiente vida..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La siguiente vida&lt;br /&gt;La Naranja Mécanica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El sol salio y aun estoy aquí&lt;br /&gt;La noche no lo pudo conseguir&lt;br /&gt;No me he acabado de derretir&lt;br /&gt;Y entre tus dedos me voy a morir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fornicaremos en un callejón&lt;br /&gt;Ya no hay pecados entre tú y yo&lt;br /&gt;Existe el tiempo que nos separo&lt;br /&gt;Ahora mojados del mismo sudor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no, ya no, ya no, ya no me pueden separar&lt;br /&gt;Y estoy pegado a ti como un animal&lt;br /&gt;Ya no, ya no, ya no, ya no me pueden separar&lt;br /&gt;Y estoy pegado a ti como un animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tocamos fondo y llego el final&lt;br /&gt;Despu�s nos vemos en algún lugar&lt;br /&gt;Sin esta vida, pues que mas da&lt;br /&gt;En alguna otra habrá lugar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy sentado en algún sillón&lt;br /&gt;En algún punto, en mi imaginación&lt;br /&gt;Donde no me podido desprender&lt;br /&gt;y no he logrado descender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no, ya no, ya no, ya no me pueden separar&lt;br /&gt;Y estoy pegado a ti como un animal&lt;br /&gt;Ya no, ya no, ya no, ya no me pueden separar&lt;br /&gt;Y estoy pegado a ti como un animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fornicaremos en un callejón&lt;br /&gt;Ya no hay pecados entre tú y yo&lt;br /&gt;Y existe el tiempo que nos separo&lt;br /&gt;Ahora mojados del mismo sudor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy sentado en algún sillón&lt;br /&gt;En algún punto, en mi imaginación&lt;br /&gt;Donde no me podido desprender&lt;br /&gt;y no he logrado descender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después nos vemos en algún lugar&lt;br /&gt;Sin esta vida, pues que mas da&lt;br /&gt;Sin esta vida, pues que mas da&lt;br /&gt;En alguna otra también habrá lugar&lt;br /&gt;también habrá lugar&lt;br /&gt;también habrá lugar&lt;br /&gt;también habrá lugar &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-713909173976500816?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/713909173976500816/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=713909173976500816' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/713909173976500816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/713909173976500816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-siguiente-vida-la-naranja-mecanica.html' title='La siguiente vida - La Naranja Mécanica'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-8948338850341171316</id><published>2009-08-11T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:08:22.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Mexicano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dildo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dld'/><title type='text'>Dildo - Dixie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/za3AiR9Xg7o&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/za3AiR9Xg7o&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Es una canción que se pega el ritmo, Rock crudo puro, Dios esto es Rock and Roll, letra simple esta banda Dildo o DLD, como se llame ahora, tiene un gran futuro en la escena del rock nacional, sin embargo como siempre la falta de apoyo, su nombre polemico, le ha hecho toca mucha piedra, pero la ernergia, el rock and roll que proyecta es lo mejor de las bandas nuevas de la escena de rock mexicano, que busca destapar la alcantarilla y salir a la luz, por eso NO COMPRES PIRATERIA, y ve a los conciertos....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dixie&lt;br /&gt;Dildo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y vuelas libre a donde tu mente lo pide no mas dolor&lt;br /&gt;de rodillas no tienes que disimular esta vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora las notas que nunca haz tocado son las que&lt;br /&gt;inundan el cuarto lo puedes sentir nunca fue tan real.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te llamaran por tu nombre.&lt;br /&gt;hoy vas a cobrar por amor.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy miras de frente al horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te harás una con el sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y vuelas libre a donde tu mente lo pide no mas dolor&lt;br /&gt;de rodillas no tienes que disimular esta vez.&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora las las notas que nunca haz tocado son las que&lt;br /&gt;inundan el cuarto lo puedes sentir nunca fue tan real.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te llamaran por tu nombre.&lt;br /&gt;hoy vas a cobrar por amor.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy miras de frente al horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te harás una con el sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te...&lt;br /&gt;Vuelves...&lt;br /&gt;Hoy miras...&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te harás...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se da una vuelta arpegeando y luego sigue esto con el&lt;br /&gt;mismo arpegio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero es mentira el sol arrulla y sales de noche&lt;br /&gt;Todo es un sueño todo es tan falso todo es tan frivolo&lt;br /&gt;Pero es mentira el sol arrulla y sales de noche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En esta parte ya va rasgueada:&lt;br /&gt;Esta es una noche subliminal (3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y vuelas.&lt;br /&gt;Y vuelas libre.&lt;br /&gt;Y vuelas libre...&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora las... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-8948338850341171316?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/8948338850341171316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=8948338850341171316' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/8948338850341171316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/8948338850341171316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/08/dildo-dixie.html' title='Dildo - Dixie'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-2079361514512346248</id><published>2009-08-06T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:41:08.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>GreenDay - Wake Me Up When September Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WZ0CGHwoo6M&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WZ0CGHwoo6M&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ahora lo no tan actual de Green Day, pero mas actual que She, relamente este video lo puso porque el video me gusto mucho, así como la canción triste, con su dosis de amargura, dolor y desesperación que refleja el video a mas no poder, que mas da decir que la guerra no beneficia a nadie, que en una guerra todos pierden, incluso los que no estan en ningun frente, segun nosotros vivimos en una época moderna, en una época donde no somos salvajes, donde somos civilizados, sin embargo también nos damos cuenta que no aprendemos de la historia, no tenemos memoria, se nos olvida que lo que ayer nos hizo mal, ahora nos hace creer que es lo mejor para nosotros, así es, como el PRI, que durante 70 años nos deja en lo peor, y ahora amenanza con volver; diciendonos que han cambiado pero no es cierto: "mentirosos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake Me Up When September Ends&lt;br /&gt;Green Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has come and passed&lt;br /&gt;The innocent can never last&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like my fathers come to pass&lt;br /&gt;seven years has gone so fast&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the rain again&lt;br /&gt;falling from the stars&lt;br /&gt;drenched in my pain again&lt;br /&gt;becoming who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as my memory rests&lt;br /&gt;but never forgets what I lost&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer has come and passed&lt;br /&gt;the innocent can never last&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ring out the bells again&lt;br /&gt;like we did when spring began&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the rain again&lt;br /&gt;falling from the stars&lt;br /&gt;drenched in my pain again&lt;br /&gt;becoming who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as my memory rests&lt;br /&gt;but never forgets what I lost&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has come and passed&lt;br /&gt;The innocent can never last&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like my father's come to pass&lt;br /&gt;twenty years has gone so fast&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when september ends&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/6013236143391456751-2079361514512346248?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/2079361514512346248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=2079361514512346248' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/2079361514512346248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/2079361514512346248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/08/greenday-wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title='GreenDay - Wake Me Up When September Ends'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-3786883031850657954</id><published>2009-08-06T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:28:29.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>She - Green Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HwQi90lfZ04&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/HwQi90lfZ04&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para los que creen que el Punk ha muerto, Green Day, salió y dijo aquí estoy representando el Punka principios de siglo, esta canción de su primer album, excelente, es el grito de revelión, grito de liberta, grito de decir ya basta, tomame en cuenta porque aquí estoy, es importante elevar la voz, cuando no te escuchan, cuando no dejan de hablar en si mismos, es importante gritar hasta hacer sangrar los oidos al otro, es importante despertar y sentir que el mundo que nos han dejado otros no será mejor que el que dejaremos, no será peor que al que venimos y nos acostumbramos a ser tomados en cuenta, que cuando alguien no es escuchado, se tiene la fuerza para hablar e interpretar su mensaje...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She&lt;br /&gt;Green Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She screams in silence&lt;br /&gt;A sullen riot penetrating through her mind&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a sign to smash the silence&lt;br /&gt;With the brick of self control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you locked up in a world&lt;br /&gt;Thats been planned out for you ?&lt;br /&gt;Are you feeling like a social tool without use ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scream at me until my ears bleed&lt;br /&gt;Im taking heed just for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes figured out all her doubts&lt;br /&gt;Were someone elses point of view&lt;br /&gt;Waking up this time to smash the silence&lt;br /&gt;With the brick of self control &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-3786883031850657954?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/3786883031850657954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=3786883031850657954' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/3786883031850657954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/3786883031850657954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/08/she-green-day.html' title='She - Green Day'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-6583755906581795369</id><published>2009-08-06T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:44:07.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aerosmith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>Jaded - Aerosmith</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/705LEH3j2g0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/705LEH3j2g0&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Que les puedo decir de Aerosmith, que no se haya dicho ya, un banda grande con el bocon de Steve Tyler (suegro!!!!!; por quien no sepa es papá de Liv Tyler), yla guitarra de Joe Perry, gran combinanción que a pesar de los años siguen y siguen y seguiran dando buena música, desde el lejano Dream On, hasta la gran Girls of Summer, pasando por la de "Juanita tiene un rifle", hasta la de Crazy, Amazing, Angel, Pink, etc..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Esta canción en mi soundtrack personal significa con el resurgimiento de algo que ya me habia estancado y empece a cambiar, aunque la letra parece que se la dedica a su hijo, no se bien, pero ahora al volver a leer la letra senti, que esta compuesta para su hija, aún así lo que transmite es inreíble, ustedes decidan a quien se la dedican, y quien es su "baby blue"...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jaded&lt;br /&gt;Aerosmith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;Ja ja jaded&lt;br /&gt;You gotch yo mama's style&lt;br /&gt;But you're yesterday's child to me&lt;br /&gt;So jaded&lt;br /&gt;You think that's where it's at but is that where it's suposed to be&lt;br /&gt;You're gettin' it all over me&lt;br /&gt;X - rated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my baby blue&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I been thinkin bout you&lt;br /&gt;My my baby blue&lt;br /&gt;Yeah your so jaded&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the one that jaded you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;Ja ja jaded&lt;br /&gt;In all it's misery&lt;br /&gt;It will always be what I love&lt;br /&gt;And hated&lt;br /&gt;And maybe take a ride to the other side&lt;br /&gt;We're thinkin' of&lt;br /&gt;We'll slip into the velvet glove&lt;br /&gt;And be jaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my baby blue&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm thinkin' 'bout you&lt;br /&gt;My my baby blue&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm so jaded&lt;br /&gt;And baby I'm afraid a you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thinkin's so complicated&lt;br /&gt;I've had it all up to here&lt;br /&gt;But it's so overrated&lt;br /&gt;Love and hate it&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't trade it&lt;br /&gt;Love me jaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;Ja ja jaded&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no baby please&lt;br /&gt;When I'm shootin' the breeze with her&lt;br /&gt;When everything you see is a blur&lt;br /&gt;And extasy's what you prefer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my baby blue&lt;br /&gt;(blue blue blue blue yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm talkin' 'bout you&lt;br /&gt;My my baby blue&lt;br /&gt;(blue blue blue blue yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I've been thinkin' 'bout you&lt;br /&gt;My my baby blue&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you're so jaded&lt;br /&gt;(Jaded)&lt;br /&gt;Jaded&lt;br /&gt;(Jaded)&lt;br /&gt;Your so jaded&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm the one that jaded you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-6583755906581795369?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6583755906581795369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=6583755906581795369' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6583755906581795369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6583755906581795369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/08/jaded-aerosmith.html' title='Jaded - Aerosmith'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-908674390622200506</id><published>2009-08-06T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:51:40.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lenny Kravitz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>If You Can't Say No - Lenny Kravitz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GsP05MHH_G4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GsP05MHH_G4&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;No exite canción más sutil, más bella, más confortable, inspiradora, relajante que esta, donde Lenny Kravitz, nos enseña su lado más tierno, donde se mezclan las guitarras distorcionadas y fuertes con melodias suaves y dulce, además de un video intergalactico futurista con la participación de Milla Jovovich, sin embargo la canción nos deja un sabor de sufrimiento de desamor, hasta ciertos momento de reclamo de rencor, pero de compasión, que muestra que el orgullo es más fuerte que el amor, o incluso el perdón, pero al final se encierra en si mismo n la ironia de si mismo... dejen sus comentarios....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If You Can't Say No&lt;br /&gt;Lenny Kravitz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People get around&lt;br /&gt;this is a part for you&lt;br /&gt;if you come undone&lt;br /&gt;then this is what you do&lt;br /&gt;if you can't say no just think about&lt;br /&gt;if you can't say no just think about&lt;br /&gt;if you can't say no just think about me&lt;br /&gt;if you can't say no just think about&lt;br /&gt;if you can't say just think about&lt;br /&gt;if you can't say no just think about me&lt;br /&gt;i know that you are in love with me&lt;br /&gt;but also know your kind&lt;br /&gt;baby you got a lot of nerve&lt;br /&gt;so just try to keep me in mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can't say no just think about&lt;br /&gt;if you can't say no just think about&lt;br /&gt;if you can't say no just think about me&lt;br /&gt;if you can't say no just think about&lt;br /&gt;if you can't say no just think about&lt;br /&gt;if can't say no just think about me&lt;br /&gt;you went with another man&lt;br /&gt;and i cried when i read your letter&lt;br /&gt;but i don't really want to know&lt;br /&gt;where you've gone&lt;br /&gt;or if it was better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can't say no just think about&lt;br /&gt;if you can't say no just think about&lt;br /&gt;if you can't say no just think about me&lt;br /&gt;if you can't say no just think about&lt;br /&gt;if you can't say no just think about&lt;br /&gt;if you can't say no just think about me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-908674390622200506?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/908674390622200506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=908674390622200506' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/908674390622200506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/908674390622200506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-you-cant-say-no-lenny-kravitz.html' title='If You Can&apos;t Say No - Lenny Kravitz'/><author><name>M. 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Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-1955583194294635706</id><published>2009-07-29T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:23:58.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lenny Kravitz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>It Ain't Over 'Til It's Over - Lenny Kravitz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rqte5w257C4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rqte5w257C4&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;El gran Lenny, con su fabulosa guitarra, siempre, siempre pero siempre dando clases de como hacer un buen soul, un buen rock, en esta ocación, recuerdo que la primera vez que la escuche se me hizo muy rara, pero de esas canciones que son raras pero que tienen algo que te gustan, Lenny tiene un sin numero de hits, grandes albumnes como el "5", que para mi es excelente. Esta canción recuerdo que rompio records en Billboard. El nombre de la canción es tomado de una frase muy hecha del Beisbol: "esto se acaba, hasta que se acaba"; y así como todo en la vida: si volteamos y creemos que algo casi seguro esta, no lo es, hasta que esta, aquí en México, diriamos: "del plato a la boca, se cae la sopa"..., sea como sea siempre debemos de luchar a pesar de la adversidad, y al revés no debemos de confiarnos de que todo esta viento en popa, ya que basta un minuto o tal vez un segundo y todo el mundo que conoces puede desaparecer (frase de David Summer), pero siempre que creo que todo esta mal, recuerdo la introducción de esta canción y pienso: "It Ain't Over 'Til It's Over" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It Ain't Over 'Til It's Over&lt;br /&gt;Words &amp;amp; Music by Lenny Kravitz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are still together&lt;br /&gt;We are one&lt;br /&gt;So much time wasted&lt;br /&gt;Playing games with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many tears I've cried&lt;br /&gt;So much pain iside&lt;br /&gt;But baby it ain't over 'til it's over&lt;br /&gt;So many years we've tried&lt;br /&gt;To keep our love alive&lt;br /&gt;But baby it ain't over 'til it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times&lt;br /&gt;Did we give up&lt;br /&gt;But we always worked things out&lt;br /&gt;And all my doubts and fear&lt;br /&gt;Kept me wondering&lt;br /&gt;If I'd always be in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many tears I've cried&lt;br /&gt;So much pain iside&lt;br /&gt;But baby it ain't over 'til it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many years we've tried&lt;br /&gt;And kept our love alive&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby it ain't over 'til it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many tears I've cried&lt;br /&gt;So much pain inside&lt;br /&gt;Baby it ain't over 'til it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many years we've tried&lt;br /&gt;And kept our love alive&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby it ain't over 'til it's over&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/6013236143391456751-1955583194294635706?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/1955583194294635706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=1955583194294635706' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/1955583194294635706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/1955583194294635706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-aint-over-til-its-over-lenny-kravitz.html' title='It Ain&apos;t Over &apos;Til It&apos;s Over - Lenny Kravitz'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-3192826182050310881</id><published>2009-07-28T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:47:39.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Alemán'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scorpions'/><title type='text'>Still lovin´ You - Scorpions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1B6KD6IHWMw&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1B6KD6IHWMw&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Una canción que es para cortarse las venas, de ponerse a llorrar a moco tendido por lo que paso y ya no volverá, deberiamos ir con la vista hacia adelante, mirando siempre hacia lo que sigue, siempre a donde nos dirigimos no de donde venimos...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Scorpions una gran banda Alemana, que deja tantas canciones con esa intensidad que solo ellos pueden hacer, sin embargo, como siempre existen canciones que sobresalen, como son No one Like you, Holiday, Win of change; You and I, etc...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still loving You&lt;br /&gt;Scorpions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time, it needs time&lt;br /&gt;To win back your love again&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there&lt;br /&gt;Love, only love&lt;br /&gt;Can bring back your love someday&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight, babe, I'll fight&lt;br /&gt;To win back your love again&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there&lt;br /&gt;Love, only love&lt;br /&gt;Can break down the wall someday&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we'd go again&lt;br /&gt;All the way from the start&lt;br /&gt;I would try to change&lt;br /&gt;The things that killed our love&lt;br /&gt;Your pride has built a wall, so strong&lt;br /&gt;That I can't get through&lt;br /&gt;Is there really no chance&lt;br /&gt;To start once again&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try, baby try&lt;br /&gt;To trust in my love again&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there&lt;br /&gt;Love, our love&lt;br /&gt;Just shouldn't be thrown away&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we'd go again&lt;br /&gt;All the way from the start&lt;br /&gt;I would try to change&lt;br /&gt;The things that killed our love&lt;br /&gt;Your pride has built a wall, so strong&lt;br /&gt;That I can't get through&lt;br /&gt;Is there really no chance&lt;br /&gt;To start once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we'd go again&lt;br /&gt;All the way from the start&lt;br /&gt;I would try to change&lt;br /&gt;The things that killed our love&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've hurt your pride, and I know&lt;br /&gt;What you've been through&lt;br /&gt;You should give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;This can't be the end&lt;br /&gt;I'm still loving you&lt;br /&gt;I'm still loving you, I need your love&lt;br /&gt;I'm still loving you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-3192826182050310881?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/3192826182050310881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=3192826182050310881' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/3192826182050310881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/3192826182050310881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-lovin-you-scorpions.html' title='Still lovin´ You - Scorpions'/><author><name>M. 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Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-2832496069494375378</id><published>2009-07-22T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:48:12.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soda Stero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Argentino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gustavo Ceratí'/><title type='text'>Puente - Gustavo Ceratí</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 298px; HEIGHT: 252px" width="298" height="252"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.40"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=v2140164&amp;amp;vid=2015920&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;amp;intl=us&amp;amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//d.yimg.com/ec/image/v1/video/2140164%3Bsize%3D385x231&amp;amp;embed=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.40" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="322" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="id=v2140164&amp;vid=2015920&amp;lang=en-us&amp;intl=us&amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//d.yimg.com/ec/image/v1/video/2140164%3Bsize%3D385x231&amp;embed=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ya como solista, a algunos les puede gustar a otros no, pero Cerati, siempre será Cerati, es impresionante la calidad que tiene, es un compositor que no aburre, que sorprende, que se reinventa, cada vez, como les dijo hay quienes prefieren a Soda sobre el solista: Ceratí, sin embargo para muestra falta un boton del excelente disco Bocanada, Puente, que junto con Raíz, destacaron tanto en la radio como en el gusto de los que nos consideramos sus fans, en partícular la frase de "Usa el amor como un puente", es sensacional, una canción que busca la reconciliación con la pareja, donde el orgullo a quedado atrás, donde las estacas del dolor son retiradas, donde las heridas son curadas... El amor todo lo puede...el amor siempre sera el puente.... &lt;strong&gt;y gracias por venir al blog...gracias por venir...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puente&lt;br /&gt;Gustavo Cerati&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te busqué&lt;br /&gt;En la rima que duerme&lt;br /&gt;Con todas las palabras&lt;br /&gt;Si algo callé&lt;br /&gt;es porque&lt;br /&gt;Entendí todo&lt;br /&gt;Menos la distancia&lt;br /&gt;Desordené átomos&lt;br /&gt;Tuyos para hacerte&lt;br /&gt;Aparecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un día más, un día más...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriba el sol&lt;br /&gt;Abajo el reflejo&lt;br /&gt;Ve cómo estalla mi alma&lt;br /&gt;Ya estás aquí&lt;br /&gt;Y el paso que dimos&lt;br /&gt;Es causa y es efecto&lt;br /&gt;Cruza el amor&lt;br /&gt;Yo cruzaré los dedos&lt;br /&gt;Y gracias por venir&lt;br /&gt;Gracias por venir&lt;br /&gt;Adorable puente&lt;br /&gt;Se ha creado entre los dos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruza el amor&lt;br /&gt;Yo cruzaré los dedos&lt;br /&gt;Y gracias por venir&lt;br /&gt;Gracias por venir&lt;br /&gt;Adorable puente......&lt;br /&gt;Cruza el amor&lt;br /&gt;Cruza el amor&lt;br /&gt;Por el puente&lt;br /&gt;Usa el amor&lt;br /&gt;Usa el amor&lt;br /&gt;Como un puente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-2832496069494375378?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/2832496069494375378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=2832496069494375378' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/2832496069494375378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/2832496069494375378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/07/puente-gustavo-cerati.html' title='Puente - Gustavo Ceratí'/><author><name>M. A. Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-6130022640416448405</id><published>2009-07-21T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T09:27:31.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirvana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><title type='text'>Come as you´re are - Nirvana</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gCaT2b1v5ng&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gCaT2b1v5ng&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dicen que cuando quieres a una persona la aceptas tal y cual, ya sea como amigo o como pareja, ya mismo así definia Kurt Kubain a un Amigo: "Amigo es la persona que te conoce, y aún así decide ser tu amigo", una tristeza lo sucedido con él, una persona que aparentemente nunca fue felíz, sin embargo vivirá por siempre gracias a su excelente legado musical, Come As You Are, mas que nada el grito desesperado a decir aceptame como soy, y te acepto como eres, creo que todavia a estas alturas de desarrollos tecnológicos, es increíble que todavía haya gente que sea racista, elitista, que denigra a las demás personas solo por el color de su piel o lo que es peor la marca de su ropa, por eso debería gritar a los 4 vientos, Come As You Are...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come As You Are&lt;br /&gt;Nirvana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come&lt;br /&gt;As you are&lt;br /&gt;As you were&lt;br /&gt;As I want you to be&lt;br /&gt;As a friend&lt;br /&gt;As a friend&lt;br /&gt;As a known memory&lt;br /&gt;Take your time&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up&lt;br /&gt;The choice is your&lt;br /&gt;Dont be late&lt;br /&gt;Take a rest&lt;br /&gt;As a friend&lt;br /&gt;As a known memory&lt;br /&gt;Memory ah&lt;br /&gt;Memory ah&lt;br /&gt;Memory ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come&lt;br /&gt;Doused in mud&lt;br /&gt;Cept in bleach&lt;br /&gt;As I want you to be&lt;br /&gt;As a trend&lt;br /&gt;A a friend&lt;br /&gt;As a known memory ah&lt;br /&gt;Memory ah&lt;br /&gt;Memory ah&lt;br /&gt;Memory ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swear&lt;br /&gt;That I dont have a gun&lt;br /&gt;No I dont have a gun&lt;br /&gt;No I dont have a gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory ah&lt;br /&gt;Memory ah&lt;br /&gt;Memory ah&lt;br /&gt;Memory ah {dont have a gun}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swear&lt;br /&gt;That I dont have a gun&lt;br /&gt;No I dont have a gun&lt;br /&gt;No I dont have a gun&lt;br /&gt;No I dont have a gun&lt;br /&gt;No I dont have a gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{memory ah}&lt;br /&gt;{memory ah}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-6130022640416448405?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/6130022640416448405/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=6130022640416448405' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6130022640416448405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/6130022640416448405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/07/come-as-youre-are-nirvana.html' title='Come as you´re are - Nirvana'/><author><name>M. 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Sabino Valentin Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06833507788093278758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PArc2w3tMIs/TONgkTPBqKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PARtmjzUrRg/S220/Lighthouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6013236143391456751.post-5866502296298386579</id><published>2009-07-21T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T08:23:54.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Norteamericano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jars Of Clay'/><title type='text'>Jars Of Clay - Flood</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wNGLU_VsePg&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wNGLU_VsePg&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se bien que el gospel y yo no nos llevamos muy bien, algunas canciones de Martín Valverde se me hace más que excelentes, sin embargo no las escucharía todo el día, sin embargo se los recomiendo altamente, pero regresando a las Jarras de Barro, este grupo sorprendio a propios y extraños en 1995, con esta canción "Flood" y con "liquit", producidas por Adrian Belew, donde demuestran su calidad, como banda más que Gospel, Alternativa, son famosos por su adaptación de la canción de Rodolfo el Reno, a la melodía de la canción de Nirvana, Smell Like Teen Spirits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flood&lt;br /&gt;Jar of Clay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain, rain on my face&lt;br /&gt;It hasnt stopped raining for days&lt;br /&gt;My world is a flood&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I become one with the mud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I cant swim after forty days&lt;br /&gt;And my mind is crushed by the thrashing waves&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up so high that I cannot fall&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up - when Im falling&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up - Im weak and Im dying&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up - I need you to hold me&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up - keep me from drowning again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downpour on my soul&lt;br /&gt;Splashing in the ocean, Im losing control&lt;br /&gt;Dark sky all around&lt;br /&gt;I cant feel my feet touching the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm the storms that drench my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Dry the streams still flowing&lt;br /&gt;Cast down all the waves of sin&lt;br /&gt;And guilt that overthrow me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up - when Im falling&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up - Im weak and Im dying&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up - I need you to hold me&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up - keep me from drowning again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6013236143391456751-5866502296298386579?l=musicadesabby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/feeds/5866502296298386579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6013236143391456751&amp;postID=5866502296298386579' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/5866502296298386579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6013236143391456751/posts/default/5866502296298386579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadesabby.blogspot.com/2009/07/jars-of-clay-flood.html' title='Jars Of Clay - Flood'/><author><name>M. 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