God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain
I’ll say it again
God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain

I don’t believe in magic
I don’t believe in I-ching
I don’t believe in Bible
I don’t believe in tarot
I don’t believe in Hitler
I don’t believe in Jesus
I don’t believe in Kennedy
I don’t believe in Buddha
I don’t believe in Mantra
I don’t believe in Gita
I don’t believe in Yoga
I don’t believe in kings
I don’t believe in Elvis
I don’t believe in Zimmerman
I don’t believe in Beatles
I just believe in me
Yoko and me
And that’s reality

The dream is over
What can I say?
The dream is over
Yesterday
I was the Dreamweaver
But now I’m reborn
I was the Walrus
But now I’m John
And so dear friends
You’ll just have to carry on
The dream is over

Things can happen fast and some things are built to last
I’ve seen it all go down in Harry’s bar
And though we’ve only just begun this show will run and run
Do you know how wonderful you are?

Gordon Haskell

Letra de Kamikazes enamorados, del gran Quique González. Por cierto, el concierto que dio del viernes (en el que tuve la suerte de estar) fue muy grande.

No hay vía libre, es una trampa genial.
No hay vía libre, si se divide en un par.
Te obligan a que rime en un verso crucial.
Ávidos por descubrir, y nunca tienen límite

Aún quieren más,
no se permiten ir a medio gas.
Crimen racional,
siempre mide mal, causando desperfectos

Como kamikazes enamorados
Como pistoleros de sangre caliente,
juégatela un poco, valiente…

No es imposible, es un asunto trivial.
No es imposible, sólo hay películas sin estrenar
esperan a que culmine la escena mortal,
antes de sobrevivir, pisando tierra firme.

Aún quieres más,
Estás a tiempo de volverte atrás.
Fuego en el cajón, carne de cañón
Heridas invisibles…

Somos kamikazes enamorados,
somos pistoleros de sangre caliente,
juégatela un poco, valiente.
Kamikazes enamorados…

Concierto de Quique González y su banda actual: La Aristocracia del Barrio. Joy Eslava, 26/12/2008
Pd: ¡Qué mala es la cámara de mi móvil ^^

Remember when we first met
And everything was still a bet
In love’s game
You would call; I’d call you back
And then I’d leave
A message
On your answering machine

But right now
Everything is turning blue,
And right now
The sun is trying to kill the moon,
And right now
I wish I could follow you
To the shores
Of freedom,
Where no one lives

Joseph Arthur – Honey and the moon

Calles de Madrid, noche del sábado.
Tienes suficiente para no dormir.
Bebe el elixir de trago largo
mezclado con gelocatil

Calles de Madrid, no me esperaba
vientos de poniente junto a Jimmy Page.
Tienen que vestir, telas de plata
negritas sin hacerse oir

Desde Las Ventas, hasta Chamberí
fumando a medias,
en las calles de Madrid
Cuando despiertas, ya no están aquí.
Nunca revientan
en las calles de Madrid

Calles de Madrid, hasta tu barrio.
Últimas partidas en el futbolín.
Coche para ir, al extrarradio
cantando alguna de Joaquín…

Cuando despiertas, ya no están aquí.
Nunca revientan,
en las calles de Madrid.

Desde Las Ventas, hasta Chamberí,
fumando a medias
en las Calles de Madrid.

Quique González – Calles de Madrid

Have you gone away already?
All the good times are on their way.
Up and down that’s how energy stays alive.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way

Carvel – John Frusciante

Dragonflies out in the sun
you know what I mean, don’t you know
butterflies all having fun
you know what I mean
sleep in peace when the day is done
it’s an old world, it’s a new world
it’s a bold world
for me


Stars when you shine
you know how i feel
said i’ll be fine
you know how i feel
oh freedom is mine
and i know how i feel
it’s a new dawn
it’s a new day
it’s a new life
for me
feeling good

En honor a una amiga, dejo esta frase

Tenía muchos dátiles y poco pico, tenía muchas ganas de ponerse a tiro y poco tiempo para resistir.

Cabo Girao – Madeira 2007

I’ve got a secret, I cannot say
Blame all the movement to give it away
You’ve got somethin, I understand
Holding it tightly, caught on command
Leap of faith, do you doubt?
Cut you in, I just cut you out

Whatever you do
Don’t tell anyone
Whatever you do
Don’t tell anyone

Look for reflections, in your face
Canine devotion, time can’t erase
Out on the corner, locked in your room
I never believe them and I never assume
Still can’t believe there is a lie
Promise is promise, an eye for an eye
We’ve got something to reveal
No one can know how we feel

I think you already know
How far I’d go not to say
You know the art isn’t gone
And I’m taking my song to the grave

Me gustaría escribir más, pero no es que tenga mucho tiempo precisamente. Estaba escuchando esta gran canción de Travis. El solo de gitarra está genial. Lástima que dure tan poco ^_^

They were following me
They were following everyone
They had visions of me
Holding hands walking in to the sun?
Now people get down, people get down, people get hurt
When you did it to me
I was already in the ground

And I’ll never get into your heart
Though I don’t even want to start
I’ll never get into your heart
I’m just happy to hang around
Happy to hang around
Happy to hang around

Take a picture of me
And show it to everyone
And no more pictures of you
No more love, no more setting sun
Now people get down, people get down, people get hurt
And when you did it to me
I was already in the dirt

And I’ll never get into your heart
Though I don’t even want to start
I’ll never get into your heart
I’m just happy to hang around
Happy to hang around
Happy to hang around

And I’ll never get into your heart
Though I don’t even want to start
I’ll never get into your heart
I’m just happy to hang around
Happy to hang around
Happy to hang around