Chocomilk con un buen habano

¿Y hoy qué pasará? iré con mis amigos mayores a tocar un ratito de buen blues y algunas rolas de rock n´roll, nunca pensé que me sentiría tan bien tocando con ellos, me gusta cuando montamos una nueva canción y el brillo en los ojos, de satisfacción y gusto, similar yo creo, al mío, me gusta estar rodeado de gente que se apasiona por la música como yo, y que no importa tener más de 50 años, eso según lo he visto ahora, es tan sólo un estado físico, las emociones son las mismas.
En días normales, después de ensayar, viajaría muchos kilómetros para ir a ver el sol, pero ahor ael sol se ha apagado para mí, mala onda pero ya ni lamentarse.
Mira que me esforcé para "tratarte bien" pero tal vez simplemente yo sea una persona con la que no se puede tratar, y no me gustó para nada que dijeras que "No te tratara como a las putas que usualmente tratas" (o algo así), ni modo, ni siquiera supiste como podría tratarte realmente mal, mejor ahí la dejamos.
Un año más que se va, tan loco como empezó, así acaba, haré algunos propósitos sinceros:
1.- Ya no molestar más a D que me dió tanto y a la cual yo lastimé demasiado, no se vale, ya, ahí muere, espero poder superar eso, no es lamento, es propósito.
2.- Dejar de ser un caradura, si a las personas que trato bien o que me esfuerzo en tratar bien, se molestan porque les trato como putas, pues algo debe de estar mal, sinceramente, investigaré de qué se trata.
3.- No gastar tanto en alcohol (este tal vez sea uno de los que no se cumplan, pero tenía que ponerlo, jajajajajaja)
4.- Sonreír, para que ya no me duela cuando lo haga.
5.- Acabar ese disco que está medio atorado, habrá que comprar algún laxante para que fluya la cosa esa, jejejejeje.
6.- Cambiarme de casa, vivir enel centro que desde que regresé de cancún he querido y siempre por alguna razón no se ha dado.
7.- Darle una oportunidad más a KISS para que la mejor banda de rock del planeta me guste, lo intentaré una vez más, no puede ser posible que sus rolas me gusten pero cuando las toca otra persona, no se vale, creo.
8.- Comprarme un banjo.
Quería que fueran 10 pero creo qeu eso es todo lo que cruza por mi estrecha mente en este momento, 15 años se cumplen ya del despertar zapatista, y qué ha pasado? mejoramos? yo creo que si, ahora hay una sociedad diferente, brindo por eso.
Bueno, saludos a todos y salud!!!

Ya pronto, ya pronto...

Voy armado con un six de lata
carretera a la espalda
la esperanza destrozada...


Ya pronto emprenderé mi viaje

soon soon soon

Del maestro Neil Young, retomada para ti

From hank to hendrix
I walked these streets with you
Here I am with this old guitar
Doin what I do.

I always expected
That you should see me through
I never believed in much,
but I believed in you.

Can we get it together
Can we still stand side by side
Can we make it last
Like a musical ride?

From marilyn to madonna
I always loved your smile
Now were headed for the big divorce
California-style.

I found myself singin
Like a long-lost friend
The same thing that makes you live
Can kill you in the end.

Can we get it together
Can we still stand side by side
Can we make it last
Like a musical ride?

Sometime its distorted
Not clear to you
Sometimes the beauty of love
Just comes ringin through.

New glass in the window
New leaf on the tree
New distance between us
You and me.

Can we get it together
Can we still walk side by side
Can we make it last
Like a musical ride?

¿porqué te pasan tantas cosas y no puedo estar junto a ti para darte un abrazo sincero? :(
lo siento tanto, mucho :(

Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah.
The gypsy flies from coast to coast

Knowing many, loving none,
Bearing sorrow havin fun,
But back home he' ll always run
To sweet melissa... mmm...

Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same.
And no one knows the gypsys name

No one hears his lonely sigh,
There are no blankets where he lies.
In all his deepest dreams the gypsy flies
With sweet melissa... mmm...

Again the mornings come,
Again he's on the run,
Sunbeams shining through his hair,
Appearing not to have a care.
Well, pick up your gear and gypsy roll on, roll on.

Crossroads, will you ever let him go? (lord, lord)
Will you hide the dead mans ghost,
Or will he lie, beneath the clay,
Or will his spirit roll away?

But I know that he won't stay without melissa.

Yes I know that he won't stay without melissa.

Así es.

VER VIDEO

Por Hank Williams Sr & JR

There's a tear in my beer
'cause I'm cryin' for you,
dear you are on my lonely mind.

Into these last nine beers
I have shed a million tears.
You are on my lonely mind

I'm gonna keep drinkin' until I'm petrified.
And then maybe these tears will leave my eyes.

There's a tear in my beer
cause I'm crying' for you dear
You are on my lonely mind.

Last night I walked the floor
and the night before
You are on my lonely mind.

It seems my life is through
and I'm so doggone blue
You are on my lonely mind.

I'm gonna keep drinkin
'till I can't move a toe
and then maybe my heart won't hurt me so.

There's a tear in my beer
'cause I'm cryin' for you dear
You are on my lonely mind.

Lord, I've tried and I've tried
But my tears I can't hide
You are on my lonely mind.

All these blues that I've found
Have really got me down
You are on my lonely mind.

I'm gonna keep drinkin' till I can't even think
Cause in the last week I ain't slept a wink

There's a tear in my beer
'cause I'm crying for you dear
You are on my lonely mind.

D.

También tienes la sonrisa más hermosa que he visto
muchos años han pasado y no la puedo olvidar, ni siquiera el sonido de tu risa
ni las cosas que me decías, ni la fuerza que emanabas para hacerme seguir adelante
nada de eso se puede olvidar

ni quiero

I've been looking so long at these pictures of you
That I almost believe that they're real
I´ve been living so long with my pictures of you
that I almost believe that the pictures are all I can feel

Remembering you standing quiet in the rain
As I ran to your heart to be near
And we kissed as the sky fell in holding you close
How I always held close in your fear
Remembering you running soft through the night
You were bigger and brighter
and wider than snow
And screamed at the make-believe
Screamed at the sky
And you finally found all your courage to let it all go

Remembering you fallen into my arms
Crying for the death of your heart
You were stone white so delicate lost in the cold
You were always so lost in the dark
Remembering you how you used to be slow drowned
You were angels so much more than everything
Hold for the last time then slip away quietly
Open my eyes but I never see anything

If only I'd thought of the right words
I could have held on to your heart
If only I'd thought of the right words
I wouldn't be breaking apart all my pictures of you

Looking so long at these pictures of you
But I never hold on to your heart
Looking so long for the words to be true
But always just breaking apart my pictures of you

There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more
Than to feel you deep in my heart
There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more
Than to never feel the breaking apart
All my pictures of you

Qué les puedo decir de Lou Reed que no se haya dicho ya?

BOTTOMING OUT
I'm cruising fast on a motorcycle down this winding country road
And I pass the gravel on the foot of the hill
Where last week I fell off
There's still some oil by the old elm tree
And a dead squirrel that I hit
But if I hadn't left, I would've struck you dead
So I took a ride instead

Bottoming out, bottoming out, I'm bottoming out, bottoming out

My doctor says, she hopes I know, how lucky I can be
After all it wasn't my blood, mixed in the dirt that night
And we must really examine this
And I say I need another drink

Bottoming out, ...

I'm tearing down Rt. 80 East, the sun's on my right side
I'm drunk, but my vision's good and I think of my child bride
I aim that bike at the fat pothole beyond that underpass

Bottoming out, ...

Y ya no les divierte ir a emborracharse, meterse con mujeres, intercambiar unos golpes, echarse unas rolas, decir pendejadas, en fin, lo que hace que esta vida sea divertida.

Ahora son "Tipos de casa" (bullshit)


All my rowdy friends have settled down
and it seems to be more in the laid back songs.
Nobody wants to get drunk and get loud.
Everybody just wants to go back home.
I myself have seen my wilder days and I have seen my name at the top of the page,
but I need to find a friend just to run around.
But no one wants to get high on the town
and all my rowdy friends have settled down.

And I think I know what my father meant when he sang about a lost highway and old George Jones I'm glad to see he's finally getting straight,
and Waylon staying home and loving Jesse more these days,
and nobody wants to get drunk and get loud and all my rowdy friends have settled down.

and the hang overs hurt more then they used to and corn bread and ice tea took the place of pills and ninety-proof,
and it seems like none of us do things quite like we used to do
and nobody wants to get high on the town
and all my rowdy friends have settled down.

Yeah I think I know what my father meant when he sang about his lost highway and Johnny Cash don't act like he did back in '68
and Kriss he is a movie star and he's moved off to L.A.
and nobody wants to get drunk and get loud
and all my rowdy friends have settled down

yeah me and my rowdy friends have rowdied on down.


La rola es de Hank Williams JR