miércoles, 26 de diciembre de 2018
sábado, 8 de diciembre de 2018
miércoles, 5 de diciembre de 2018
martes, 4 de diciembre de 2018
sábado, 24 de noviembre de 2018
martes, 20 de noviembre de 2018
domingo, 11 de noviembre de 2018
Motörhead - 1916
100 años desde el fin de la 1ª Guerra Mundial.
¡Que no se nos olvide nunca!.
Sixteen years old when I went to the war,
To fight for a land fit for heroes,
God on my side, and a gun in my hand,
Chasing my days down to zero,
And I marched and I fought and I bled and I died,
And I never did get any older,
But I knew at the time that a year in the line,
Was a long enough life for a soldier,
We all volunteered, and we wrote down our names,
And we added two years to our ages,
Eager for life and ahead of the game,
Ready for history's pages,
And we brawled and we fought and we whored 'til we stood,
Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder,
A thirst for the Hun, we were food for the gun,
And that's what you are when you're soldiers,
I heard my friend cry, and he sank to his knees,
Coughing blood as he screamed for his mother,
And I fell by his side, and that's how we died,
Clinging like kids to each other,
And I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood,
And I wept as his body grew colder,
And I called for my mother and she never came,
Though it wasn't my fault and I wasn't to blame,
The day not half over and ten thousand slain,
And now there's nobody remembers our names
And that's how it is for a soldier
¡Que no se nos olvide nunca!.
Sixteen years old when I went to the war,
To fight for a land fit for heroes,
God on my side, and a gun in my hand,
Chasing my days down to zero,
And I marched and I fought and I bled and I died,
And I never did get any older,
But I knew at the time that a year in the line,
Was a long enough life for a soldier,
We all volunteered, and we wrote down our names,
And we added two years to our ages,
Eager for life and ahead of the game,
Ready for history's pages,
And we brawled and we fought and we whored 'til we stood,
Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder,
A thirst for the Hun, we were food for the gun,
And that's what you are when you're soldiers,
I heard my friend cry, and he sank to his knees,
Coughing blood as he screamed for his mother,
And I fell by his side, and that's how we died,
Clinging like kids to each other,
And I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood,
And I wept as his body grew colder,
And I called for my mother and she never came,
Though it wasn't my fault and I wasn't to blame,
The day not half over and ten thousand slain,
And now there's nobody remembers our names
And that's how it is for a soldier
jueves, 18 de octubre de 2018
miércoles, 17 de octubre de 2018
miércoles, 29 de agosto de 2018
martes, 28 de agosto de 2018
viernes, 24 de agosto de 2018
miércoles, 22 de agosto de 2018
martes, 21 de agosto de 2018
lunes, 20 de agosto de 2018
jueves, 24 de mayo de 2018
miércoles, 16 de mayo de 2018
The Hillbilly Moon Explosion - Tornado
Por lo visto estos son suizos y no son muy allá en directo, pero tienen temitas rockabillis que molan.
domingo, 13 de mayo de 2018
Childish Gambino - This Is America
Hará falta un tiempo para saber si esto es bueno de verdad o es puro marketing, pero desde luego que impactante es. Muy bueno.
sábado, 12 de mayo de 2018
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