YOU KNOW I'M NO GOOD...

I cheated myself

Like I knew I would

I told ya, I was trouble

You know that I'm no good

What's Punk?

"A guy walks up to me and asks 'What's Punk?'. So I kick over a garbage can and say 'That's punk!'. So he kicks over the garbage can and says 'That's Punk?', and I say 'No that's trendy!

Times like these...

In times like these

In times like those

What will be will be

And so it goes

And it always goes on and on...

On and on it goes

...

But somehow I know it won't be the same

Somehow I know it will never be the same.

Everything i own...

You sheltered me from harm

Kept me warm, kept me warm

You gave my life to me

Set me free, set me free

The finest years I ever knew

Is all the years I had with you

And I would give anything I own Give up my life, my heart, my home

And I would give anything I own... Just to have you back again

If there's someone you know

That won't let you go

And taking it all for granted

You may lose them one day

Someone takes them away

And you don't hear a word they say

And I would give anything I own Give up my life, my heart, my home

And I would give anything I own... Just to have you back again ...Just to talk to you once again

VIENTO EN CONTRA

Algo se cuece en guatemala...xDD

PRESSURE DROP!!

Que bien me hace sentir esta canción...

It is you (oh yeah)
It is you, you (oh yeah)
It is you (oh yeah)

Cause a pressure drop, oh pressure
Oh yeah pressure drop a drop on you
I say a pressure drop, oh pressure
Oh yeah pressure drop a drop on you

I say when it drops, oh you gonna feel it
Know that you were doing wrong.

TIM ARMSTRONG...A POET'S LIFE!!

Pues aquí tenemos 10 nuevas canciones al más puro estilo ska jamaicano de los 60. Y es que Tim Armstrong no para y acaba de sacar su primer disco en solitario. Con su peculiar voz debido al alcoholismo en sus años de juventud, y tras haber sobrevivido a dos sobredosis Tim parece estar en racha y no deja de sorprendernos. Just freedom fighter music!!

Timothy Lockwood Armstrong (Berkeley, California, 25 de noviembre de 1966) conocido por su trabajo con grupos de punk rock, como Rancid, Operation Ivy, y The Transplants, además es el fundador del sello discográfico Hellcat Records.
A pesar de que había anunciado que su álbum solista se colgaría gratuitamente en la red donde también se pueden ver los videos de las canciones (http://www.myspace.com/timarmstrongpoetslife), parece ser que finalmente decidió ponerlo a la venta.

"A Poet's Life", se editó el 22 de mayo a través de Hellcat Records e incluye 11 temas acompañados de un DVD con vídeos de cada una de las canciones y el "making off" del álbum.

El single de presentación no desmerece para nada a lo que Tim tiene acostumbrados a sus seguidores en lo que a materia jamaicana se refiere. "Hold On", el reggae en cuestión ha sido grabado con The Aggrolites como backing band a la vieja usanza: grabado en directo, sin pistas. El vídeo que acompaña al tema fué grabado en una noche entre unos colegas, Tim y la banda.

"Hold on"

The futures not the hardest to see.

Do what you do girl,

but please don't leave.

I'm gonna hold on to you as long as I can.

I'm gonna hold on to you as long as I can.

And if you choose to leave me, girl, I'll understand

I'm gonna hold on to you as long as I can.

LET'S GET MOVING INTO ACTION!!

Let's get moving into action

Let's get moving into action

If you last too slow, no satisfaction

There's something out there, that's the attraction

If you hesitate now, that's a subtraction

So, let's get moving girl into action

We take the 43 bus, we got no plans

The girl in the miniskirt, her name's Suzanne

The one with the hat whole boots is Charonne

And Carol is the one with the blonde wig on

And with the bullet .9 were going number one

And we don't need any money to have any fun

Let's get moving into action, Let's get moving into action

If you last too slow, no satisfaction

There's something out there, that's the attraction

If you hesitate now, that's a subtraction

So, let's get moving girl into action

We take the transbay through on the Richmond line

Leave at seven and at east bay by nine

We may run out of money tonight never out of time

Harmon street we kick it gonna (have to line)?

Its anybody's guess how late were gonna run

We go all night alright to midnight just begun

Let's get moving into action, Let's get moving into action

If you last too slow, no satisfaction

There's something out there, that's the attraction

If you hesitate now, that's a subtraction

So, let's get moving girl into action

Girl that showed up on the scene we tried to warn her

That her days were over and the ship was sunken

Respect to New York respect to London

But were from California and out stance is stronger

Were gonna dig dig dig in deep (the second crown)?

When the music come playing then you jump up jump down

If you hook up the speakers man well bring the sound

And the music will be heard from miles and miles around

We got songs of redemption songs of war

We got songs like this that can pack the dance floor

Let's get moving into action, Let's get moving into action

If you last too slow, no satisfaction

There's something out there, that's the attraction

If you hesitate now, that's a subtraction

So, let's get moving girl into action

OK GO...HERE IT GOES AGAIN

Curiosa coreografía la de OK Go...

THE ETERNAL LEGEND - BOB MARLEY

Robert Nesta Marley, nacido el 6 de febrero de 1945, en Nine Mile, una pequeña localidad al norte de Jamaica, no podía imaginar que llegaría a convertirse en uno de los mitos musicales de este siglo.Cedella Booker, una mujer africana afincada en Jamaica, de 18 años y de Norval Marley, un capitán del ejército británico, que se desentendió de su hijo. A finales de los años cincuenta, Robert se trasladó con su madre a Kingston, la capital. Era la ciudad donde los habitantes de las zonas rurales acudían en para mejorar su situación económica.Como la mayoría de las familias rurales, su destino fue los barrios pobres y míseros. Gran influencia tuvo en la vida de Bob Marley la religión Rastafarí, mezcla de profecías bíblicas, filosofía naturista y nacionalismo negro.

I dont wanna wait in vain for your love;

I dont wanna wait in vain for your love.

From the very first time I rest my eyes on you, girl,

My heart says follow trough.

But I know, now, that I'm way down on your line, But the waitin feel is fine:

So dont treat me like a puppet on a string, cause I know I have to do my thing.

Dont talk to me as if you think I'm dumb; I wanna know when you're gonna come

soon.

I dont wanna wait in vain for your love;

I dont wanna wait in vain for your love;

I dont wanna wait in vain for your love,

cause if summer is here,Im still waiting there;

Winter is here,And Im still waiting there.

---/guitar solo/---

Like I said:Its been three years since Im knockin on your door,

And I still can knock some more:

Ooh girl, ooh girl, is it feasible? I wanna know now, for I to knock some more.

Ya see, in life I know theres lots of grief,But your love is my relief:

Tears in my eyes burn - tears in my eyes burn

While Im waiting - while Im waiting for my turn,

See!

I dont wanna wait in vain for your love;

oh!I dont wanna - I dont wanna - I dont wanna - I dont wanna -

I dont wanna wait in vain.

Its me love that youre running from.

Its jah love that Im waiting on

(I dont wanna - I dont wanna -I dont wanna - I dont wanna - I dont wanna wait in vain);

Its me love that youre running from.

Turn Your Lights Down Low

[Bob Marley (Lauryn)]

(Uh) Turn your lights down low

And pull your window curtain

Oh let the moon come shining i Into our life again

Saying ooh, it's been a long, long time (Long, long time)

I got this message for you girl

But it seems I was never on time. Did I wanna get through to you girl?

On time, on time

(word)I want to give you some love. I want to give you some good, good loving(Uh, uh, right, uh)Oh I, oh I, oh I Yeah I want to give you some good, good loving (uh)

[Lauryn]

Turn your lights down low(Word, word, uh, uh)Never ever try to resist, oh no(Na, na, na, na)

Let your love come shining in(Na, na, na, na)Into our lives again(Na, na, na, na)And ooh, I love you(I love you, I love you)

And I want you to know right now(Know right now)Ooh I love you(Uh-uh, yeah, uh)And I want you to know right now (uh)That I, that I

I wanna give you some love (uh, yeah)I wanna give you some good, good loving

Oh I, oh I, oh I

I wanna give you some good, good loving (yeah uh-uh)

Loving you is a like a song I replay Every three minutes and thirty seconds of every day (uh, uh)And every chorus was written for us to recite (right)Every beautiful melody of devotion every night

It's potion like this ocean that might carry me In a wave of emotion to ask you to marry meAnd every word, every second, and every third

Expresses the happiness more clearly than ever heard (uh)

And when I play them, every chord is a poemTelling the Lord how grateful I am cause I know him (what? word)

The harmonies possess a sensation similar to your caress (uh)If you asking then I'm telling you it's yesStand in love, take my hand in love, God bless (right)

[Lauryn & Bob]

I want to give you some good, good loving

I want to give you some love

I want to give you some good, good loving

Oh I, oh I, oh I

I wanna give you some good, good loving

Good, good, good loving (I wanna give you some good loving)

LONDON CALLING

El 77 es el año del punk sin duda alguna. Movimiento que surgía del descontento de la sociedad y que siempre se identificó con lo sucio, la rebeldía y la polémica. Los Sex Pistols probablemente son la imagen de toda aquella historia y los Ramones el grupo querido, pero que desde EEUU nunca tuvo ningún tipo de implicación política, simplemente su música. Pero fue precisamente viendo a los Sex Pistols cuando un joven inglés hijo de diplomáticos y que vivía en Notting Hill, barrio que era un hervidero multicultural y de reivindicaciones por la igualdad racial, y en el que por aquella época vivía un tal Bob Marley, decidió formar un grupo que llevase la música a los extremos.
De esta forma Joe Strummer decidió formar The Clash junto a Mick Jones, Paul Simenon y Nicky “Topper” Headon.
En el 77 publicaban su primer álbum homónimo y tenían un éxito considerable en Inglaterra. Sus giras como la del resto de grupos no estaban exentas de polémica, lanzamientos de objetos, provocación, hoteles destrozados, pero a la vez tenían una nota que les diferenciaban del resto. The Clash, ahora convertidos en mito, fueron despreciados por los punks más radicales. Su música no era tan dura y rápida como la del resto de grupos probablemente, pero por otro lado su actitud y letras tenían una mayor coherencia que el criticar y quejarse por el mero hecho de ser rebeldes. The Clash se implicaban realmente en lo que cantaban y no eran uno simples provocadores como pudieron ser los Sex Pistols, con los que siempre tuvieron una gran relación personal. The Clash tenían ese punto más intelectual, buscaban la acción, eran la guerrilla empuñando guitarras.

http://funversion.universia.es/musica/reportaje/the_clash.jsp

"London Calling"

London calling to the faraway towns

Now war is declared, and battle come down

London calling to the underworld

Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls

London calling, now don't look to us

Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust

London calling, see we ain't got no swing'

Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing

[Chorus 1:]

The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in

Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin

Engines stop running, but I have no fear'

Cause London is drowning, and I live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone

Forget it, brother, you can go it alone

London calling to the zombies of death

Quit holding out, and draw another breath

London calling, and I don't wanna shout

But while we were talking, I saw you nodding out

London calling, see we ain't got no high

Except for that one with the yellowy eyes

[Chorus 2: x2]

The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in

Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin

A nuclear error, but I have no fear'

Cause London is drowning, and I live by the river

Now get this

London calling, yes, I was there, too

An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!

London calling at the top of the dial

After all this, won't you give me a smile?

London calling

I never felt so much alike [fading] alike alike alike

RANCID

PUNX IS NOT DEAD

Su música rabiosa, pero a la vez festiva engancha desde el primer momento y no sólo al público de este género, sino a un abanico más amplio. Matt Freeman (bajo), Tim Armstrog (guitarra/voz), Brett Reed (bateria) y Lars Frederiksen (guitarra/voz) se han convertido en los más populares y firmes representantes de un estilo al que todos daban ya por perdido. Rancid gusta desde al más purista punky hasta a los punkers de postal más poperos, pasando sin duda alguna por los amantes del ska. Ellos alcanzaron la cima con " ... and out come the wolves ", uno de los mejores discos del género de todos los tiempos y todos estábamos asustados por cómo sería su próximo trabajo, pero sin duda, con el "Life won’t wait" colocaron los puntos sobre las íes, y a ellos en su correspondiente trono. Rancid nació a finales de 1991 de las cenizas de otro grupo de ska-punk "OPERATION IVY", que tras la escisión de éste de Tim y Matt, y un pequeño periplo en un nuevo proyecto que formaron (DANCE HALL CRASHERS, que en su momento no tuvo éxito), decidieron unirse a Brett para crear la que es la mejor banda de punk del momento. Ellos tres grabaron un primer single " I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE " (Lookout) en el 92 y enseguida el "Sr. Gurewitz" se fijó en ellos para ficharles en su todavía independiente sello EPITAPH. Para él grabaron en el 93 su primer larga duración titulado como la banda y producido por "Donnell Cameron", un álbum que aún siendo bueno hubiera pasado de largo como muchos otros discos de punk de no haber sido por sus predecesores.

En esta primera época el grupo dejaba ver sus influencias entre bandas como Circle Jerks, Dead Kennedys y otros muchos grupos de Oi! y punk-hardcore americano. En esa época ya se embarcaron en su primera gira por Europa, donde pasaron por Italia, Bélgica, Alemania y Gran Bretaña.

A continuación, entró en la formación Lars, procedente de los veteranos U.K. SUBS y comenzaron la grabación de lo que sería su segundo álbum " LET’S GO! " (94), también para Epitaph y del que el propio Brett Gurewitz se encargó de producir. En este disco no dejaban aparte su lado más salvaje pero si le hacían un hueco al ska y al reggae. Y junto a su estética genuinamente británica (crestas, cadenas, botas militares, etc.) empiezan a verse las influencias musicales de grupos de las islas, pero sobre todo de THE CLASH.

Este nuevo trabajo ya si supuso un serio aviso de lo que se nos venía encima con este grupazo. Y las compañías discográficas, visto lo de Green day y Offspring, buscaban como locos su nueva sensación punk. En ese momento les llovieron ofertas millonarias de las multinacionales, pero pasaron de ellas y decidieron seguir en el sello.

Tras ese revuelo, en el 95 volvieron con " ...AND OUT COME THE WOLVES " producido por Jerry Finn y los propios Rancid. Este disco fué un auténtico acierto, una obra muy redonda, en el cuál sobresalen todos y cada uno de los temas.

Fuente: personales.mundivia.es

No sé si os gusta el punk rock, pero la energía que transmite rancid no pasa desapercibida. Pongo dos cortes de su último disco "Indestructible".

Espero que os gusten y ya me comentareis que os parece..ah, y si me quereis recomendar algún grupo soy todo oidos. Fijaos en las letras, son muy buenas.

"Arrested In Shanghai"

They assured me I was guilty but I commited no crime

They said confessions bring lenience so they put me on the line

So I protest the massacres at the Tiananmen Square

My friends said yo, stay away man, you better not go fucking back there

They wouldn't let me write about my opinions about the state

And freedom of expression they would never tolerate

And the military secrets that I never did steal

I didn't start no violence, and there was nobody that I killed

So I have a clear account of all the abuses of power

And the memories of my homeland have now gone sour

And I only got one weapon, its so plain for me to see

My only weapon I call.. poetry

And I don't even know why The truth seems like a lie

In my cell there is no sky When I was arrested in Shanghai

Into wealth and priveledge, huh, I was not born

But a devotion to freedom and liberty, I was sworn

So every emotion is studdied, watched and controlled

Who gets paid, who gets disciplined, who gets rolled

A transmitter beams my coordinates anywhere on earth

And radio waves, surveilance, satellite burst

Open up your skull and let some knowledge come in

Crack open the cranium and let awareness begin.......

"Fall Back Down"

Don't worry about me, I'm gonna make it alright

Got my enemies crossed out in my sight

I take a bad situation gonna make it right

In the shadows of darkness I stand in the light

You see it's our style to keep it true

I've had a bad year, a lot to go through

I've been knocked out, beat down, black and blue

She's not the one coming back for you

She's not the one coming back for you

If I fall back down, you're gonna help me back up again

If I fall back down, you're gonna be my friend

[x2]

It takes disaster to learn a lesson

You're gonna make it through the darkest night

Some people betray one and cause treason

We're gonna make everything alright

Well the worst of times, now, they don't phase meEven if I look and act really crazyI went way down, she betrayed me

Now my vision is no longer hazy

I'm very lucky to have my crew

They stood by me when she flew

I've been knocked out, beat down, black and blue

She's not the one coming back for you

She's not the one coming back for you

If I fall back down, you're gonna help me back up again

If I fall back down, you're gonna be my friend

[x4]

me & my girlfriend

¿Sabíais que en sus canciones 2pac compara "his girlfriend" con "his gun"?

"Me And My Girlfriend"

[girl]

Sheeit, ju motherfuckin rightI'm the bitch that's keepin it live and keepin it hotwhen you punk ass niggaz don'tNigga Westside, WHAT! Bring it on

[Tupac]

Look for meLost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and ClydeMe and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we rideTrapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto childRaised in this whirlwind (c'mon)Our childhood years recall the tears heart laced with venomSmokin sherm, drinkin malt liquor, father forgive herMe and my girlfriend, hustlin, fell in love with the struggleHands on the steering wheel, blush, while she bail out bustinFuck em all, watch em fall screamin, automatic gunfireexorcisin all demonsMafias on the side, my congregation high, ready to dieWe bail out to take the jail back, niggaz unitedOur first date, couldn't wait to see you nakedTouch you in every secret place, I can hardly waitto bust freely, got you red hot, you so happy to see meMake the frontpage primetime live on TVNigga my girlfriend, baby forty-five but she still liveOne shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

[girl]

What!! I'm bustin on you punk ass niggaz *automatic gunfire*Run nigga run! *gunfire* I'm on yo' ass nigga! *gunfire continues*Run nigga, duck and hide! Nigga I'm bustin all you bitches!Run nigga, yeah! Westside! Uh uh uh! Die nigga die!

[Tupac]

My girlfriend, blacker than the darkest nightWhen niggaz act bitch-made she got the heart to fightNigga my girlfriend, though we seperated at timesI knew deep inside, baby girl would always be minePicked you up when you was nine, started out my life of crimewit you, bought you some shells when you turned twenty-twoIt's true, nothin compares to the satisfactionthat I feel when we out mashin, me and my girlfriend

[Chorus: Tupac]

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriendDown to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend[repeat 2X]

[Tupac]

I was too immatureto understand your ways, inexperienced back in the daysCaused so many arguments and straysNow I realize how to treat ya, the secret to keep yaBein faithful now cause now cheatin's lethalWe closer than the hands of time, deeper than the drop of mankindI trust you dearly, I shoot blindIn time I clock figures, droppin niggaz as we riseWe all soldiers in God's eyes -- now it's time for warNever leave me baby, I'm paranoid, sleepin witchaloaded by my bedside crazyJealous when you hang wit the fellas, I wait patiently alone anticipated for the moment you come homeI'm waitin by the phone this is true love, I can feel itI've had a lot of women in my bed, but you the realeastSo if you ever need me call, I'll be there through it allYou're the reason I can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

[Chorus]

[Tupac]

I love finger fuckin you, all of a sudden I'm hearin thunderWhen you bust a nut, niggaz be duckin or takin numbersLove to watch you at a block party, beggin for dramaWhile unleashin on the old timers, that's on my mamaI would trade my life for yours, behind closed doorsthe only girl that I adore, everything I'm askin forTalkin to me beggin me to just, take you aroundSeventeen like Brandy you just Wanna Be DownTalkin loud when I tell you be quiet you move the crowdBustin rounds, activatin a riot, that's why I love you soNo control, down to roll, unleashAfter a hit you break apart, then back to one pieceMuch love to my one and only girlfriend, the world is oursJust hold me down, baby witness the powerNever leave a nigga alone, I love you black or chromeTurn this house into a happy home, me and my girlfriend

[Chorus 3X]

Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and ClydeMe and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we rideTrapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto childRaised in the whirlwind -- look for me

[repeat 3X]

Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and ClydeMe and my girlfriend [repeat 2X]

ME AND MY GIRLFRIEND!

Y que bien suena la instrumental!!!

RANCID & LOS RAMONES

Dios los crea y ellos se juntan...

"Si esto es vivir en serio, prefiero hacer el indio"

Los Ramones

HOMENAJE A COMPAY SEGUNDO

¿Quien no conoce a Compay? vaya crack...a sus 95 años como el primer día.

En el Caribe hay pobreza, mucha gente se dedica al trueque, y hay quien se intenta ganar la vida a costa de los guiris de turno...pero si algo hace que sobrevivan a todas sus calamidades es la fuerza que les da su música. Desde que nacen el ritmo circula por sus venas. Si os gusta la percusión, creedeme, el Caribe es el paraiso. Allí el tiempo se para, y hasta las gotas de lluvia caen al compás. Cualquier cosa vale para hacer música...y es que la música une. Da igual de donde vengas o como hayas crecido, simplemente lo sientes y te unes a la energía que transmite. Quizás olvidemos entre el ruido, el estrés y el caos urbano que las pequeñas cosas de todos los días son las que de verdad nos llenan... y es que, el ritmo de nuestra canción lo ponemos nosotros.

take it easy!!

Tributo a Compay Segundo:

http://www.trovacub.net/compaysegundo/index.php