tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35026067930011869562011-08-02T06:23:26.941-05:00Carloxnoreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502606793001186956.post-50857460107641065152007-09-10T01:47:00.000-05:002007-09-10T01:48:39.573-05:00<object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kXgbN81zNG8"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kXgbN81zNG8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Perfect Day<br />--------------------<br />Just a perfect day<br />feed animals in the zoo<br />Then later<br />a movie, too, and then home<br /><br />Oh, it's such a perfect day<br />I'm glad I spend it with you<br />Oh, such a perfect day<br />You just keep me hanging on<br />You just keep me hanging on<br /><br />Just a perfect day<br />problems all left alone<br />Weekenders on our own<br />it's such fun<br /><br />Just a perfect day<br />you made me forget myself<br />I thought I was<br />someone else, someone good<br /><br />Oh, it's such a perfect day<br />I'm glad I spent it with you<br />Oh, such a perfect day<br />You just keep me hanging on<br />You just keep me hanging on<br /><br />You're going to reap just what you sow<br />You're going to reap just what you sow<br />You're going to reap just what you sow<br />You're going to reap just what you sow<br />--------------------<br />del álbum de 1972 de Lou Reed: Transformer.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502606793001186956-5085746010764106515?l=callateytoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carloxnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502606793001186956.post-33872582245544949042007-07-28T01:41:00.000-05:002007-09-10T01:34:00.444-05:00<object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V4ditCW2TiA"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V4ditCW2TiA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Walk on the Wild Side<br />--------------------<br />Holly came from miami f.l.a.<br />Hitch-hiked her way across the u.s.a.<br /><br />Plucked her eyebrows on the way<br />Shaved her leg and then he was a she<br />She says, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side<br />Said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side<br /><br />Candy came from out on the island<br />In the backroom she was everybodys darling<br /><br />But she never lost her head<br />Even when she was given head<br />She says, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side<br />Said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side<br />And the coloured girls go<br /><br />Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo<br />Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo<br />Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo<br />Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo<br />(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)<br />(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)<br />(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)<br />(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)<br />(doo)<br /><br />Little joe never once gave it away<br />Everybody had to pay and pay<br /><br />A hustle here and a hustle there<br />New york city is the place where they said<br />Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side<br />I said hey joe, take a walk on the wild side<br /><br />Sugar plum fairy came and hit the streets<br />Lookin for soul food and a place to eat<br /><br />Went to the apollo<br />You should have seen him go go go<br />They said, hey sugar, take a walk on the wild side<br />I said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side<br />All right, huh<br /><br />Jackie is just speeding away<br />Thought she was james dean for a day<br /><br />Then I guess she had to crash<br />Valium would have helped that dash<br />She said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side<br />I said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side<br />And the coloured girls say<br /><br />Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo<br />Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo<br />Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo<br />Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo<br />(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)<br />(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)<br />(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)<br />(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)<br />(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)<br />(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)<br />(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)<br />(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)<br />(doo)<br />--------------------<br /><br />del álbum de 1972 de Lou Reed: Transformer.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502606793001186956-3387258224554494904?l=callateytoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carloxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502606793001186956.post-75034588182858288722007-04-21T23:17:00.000-05:002007-04-21T23:23:41.568-05:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rVe361pcEpo"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rVe361pcEpo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502606793001186956-7503458818285828872?l=callateytoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carloxnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502606793001186956.post-74909331486285841292007-03-30T00:00:00.000-05:002007-03-30T00:38:32.297-05:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZNyqjNWTuQk"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZNyqjNWTuQk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502606793001186956-7490933148628584129?l=callateytoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carloxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502606793001186956.post-43387505152972162142007-03-09T08:19:00.000-05:002007-03-09T08:30:14.758-05:00<object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tV38MVs1m8c"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tV38MVs1m8c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Comfortably Numb<br />----------------<br />Hello.<br />Is there anybody in there?<br />Just nod if you can hear me.<br />Is there anyone home?<br /><br />Come on, now.<br />I hear you're feeling down.<br />Well I can ease your pain,<br />Get you on your feet again.<br /><br />Relax.<br />I need some information first.<br />Just the basic facts:<br />Can you show me where it hurts?<br /><br />There is no pain, you are receding.<br />A distant ships smoke on the horizon.<br />You are only coming through in waves.<br />Your lips move but I cant hear what you're sayin'.<br />When I was a child I had a fever.<br />My hands felt just like two balloons.<br />Now I got that feeling once again.<br />I can't explain, you would not understand.<br />This is not how I am.<br />I have become comfortably numb.<br /><br />Ok.<br />Just a little pinprick.<br />There'll be no more --aaaaaahhhhh!<br />But you may feel a little sick.<br /><br />Can you stand up?<br />I do believe it's working. good.<br />That'll keep you going for the show.<br />Come on its time to go.<br /><br />There is no pain, you are receding.<br />A distant ships smoke on the horizon.<br />You are only coming through in waves.<br />Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.<br />When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,<br />Out of the corner of my eye.<br />I turned to look but it was gone.<br />I cannot put my finger on it now.<br />The child is grown, the dream is gone.<br />I have become comfortably numb.<br /><br />----------------<br />del álbum de 1979 de Pink Floyd: "The Wall"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502606793001186956-4338750515297216214?l=callateytoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carloxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502606793001186956.post-20049369363042084902007-02-28T01:15:00.000-05:002007-02-28T01:35:50.814-05:00<object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/03ZzYpef5kM"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/03ZzYpef5kM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Shining in the Light<br />--------------------<br />Big boat stealing through the darkness<br />Will you bring me to my love<br />Will you bring me to my only love<br />In the night the light of oneness<br />And the one light guides you home<br />And the keeper turns his cards alone<br /><br />Shining in the light<br />Shining in the light<br />...<br /><br />From this shore my memory wanders<br />And I dance upon the sea<br />Can I dance with you upon the sea<br />Oh, I love your brown-eyed madness<br />And your beauty was exposed<br />Now your memory's clinging to my clothes<br /><br />Shining in the light<br />Shining in the light<br />...<br />--------------------<br /><br />del álbum de 1998 de Page &amp; Plant: Walking into Clarksdale.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502606793001186956-2004936936304208490?l=callateytoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carloxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502606793001186956.post-85405632554448218482007-02-24T13:37:00.000-05:002007-02-28T01:24:41.108-05:00<object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TmJ7EKkv93o"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TmJ7EKkv93o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502606793001186956-8540563255444821848?l=callateytoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carloxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502606793001186956.post-16874217572602554552007-02-15T14:29:00.000-05:002007-02-28T01:37:14.872-05:00va tomando forma...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pixelizarte.com/callateytoca/ws.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.pixelizarte.com/callateytoca/ws.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502606793001186956-1687421757260255455?l=callateytoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carloxnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502606793001186956.post-24670710039701447692007-01-03T05:08:00.000-05:002007-02-28T01:53:11.796-05:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uFHSk_lEeHk"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uFHSk_lEeHk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />Inca Roads<br />Frank Zappa and The Mothers of Invention<br />----------------------------------------<br /><br />Did a vehicle<br />Come from somewhere out there<br />Just to land in the Andes?<br />Was it round<br />And did it have<br />A motor<br />Or was it<br />Something<br />Different<br /><br />George: Sure was different. I ain't never seen nothing like that in my entire life!<br />Napoleon: Whose python boot is that? That ain't my sh-- What?<br />FZ: Why don't you sharpen it then?<br /><br />George: Little round ball . . . I could . . . couldn't . . . That white cain't do nothin'<br />Napoleon: Je-he-zus! Wait a minute!<br />FZ: Mother Mary and Jozuf!<br /><br />Did a vehicle<br />Did a vehicle<br />Did a vehicle<br />Fly along the mountains<br />And find a place to park itself<br />Park it<br />Se-e-e-elf<br />(PARK IT . . . PARK IT)<br /><br />Or did someone<br />Build a place<br />To leave a space<br />For such a thing to land<br /><br />Did a vehicle<br />Come from somewhere out there<br />Did a vehicle come<br />From somewhere out there<br />Did the Indians, first on the bill<br />Carve up the hill<br /><br />Did a booger-bear<br />Come from somewhere out there<br />Just to land in the Andes?<br />Was she round<br />And did she have a motor<br />Or was she something different<br /><br />Guacamole Queen<br />Guacamole Queen<br />Guacamole Queen<br /><br />At the Armadillo in Austin Texas, her aura,<br />Or did someone build a place<br />Or leave a space for Chester's Thing to land<br />(Chester's Thing . . . on Ruth)<br />Did a booger-bear<br />Come from somewhere out there<br />Did a booger-bear<br />Come from somewhere out there<br />Did the Indians, first on the bill<br />Carve up her hill<br />On Ruth<br />On Ruth<br />That's Ruth<br /><br />----------------------------------------<br />del álbum de 1975 de Frank Zappa and The Mothers of Invention: One Size Fits All<br /><br /><a href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&sql=33:v5n20r2ay4ai" target=_blank>review de allmusic</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502606793001186956-2467071003970144769?l=callateytoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carloxnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502606793001186956.post-10005402779809348632006-12-25T05:52:00.000-05:002006-12-25T08:56:51.911-05:00x<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3502606793001186956-1000540277980934863?l=callateytoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carloxnoreply@blogger.com0