"This is the greatest case of false advertising I've seen since I sued the movie "The Never Ending Story"."
Alf es rosarino
La universidad de Duke en Pennsylvania hizo un estudio y descubrieron que Alf es rosarino. Pero todavia no se sabe si es de Newell's o Central.
Lucha de Gigantes
Robert de Niro o Al Pacino??
En favor de Robert: Godfather, Raging Bull, Taxi Driver
En favor de Al: Godfather, Glengarry GlenRoss, Scarface
En favor de Robert: Godfather, Raging Bull, Taxi Driver
En favor de Al: Godfather, Glengarry GlenRoss, Scarface
Jueves de Milton
Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay
To mould me man? Did I solicit thee
From darkness to promote me?
To mould me man? Did I solicit thee
From darkness to promote me?
Slave To The Grind
Parque Rivadavia, 1999.
-Muchacho: y esta banda cual es?
-Vendedor: Skid Row
-Muchacho: y ese tema?
-Vendedor: I Remember You
-Muchacho: y esta banda cual es?
-Vendedor: Skid Row
-Muchacho: y ese tema?
-Vendedor: I Remember You
Santificado Sea Tu Nombre
No en vano insisto en que Iron Maiden es la mejor banda de metal de todos los tiempos. En una entrada anterior he comentado que en "Hallowed Be Thy Name" encontramos tcasi todas las reacciones posibles que un ser humano puede tener ante la muerte.
Veamos:
Un tipo condenado a muerte espera la hora de su ejecucion. Noten que dice "a las 5 me llevan al cadalzo": esto se debe a la costumbre de ejecutar a los condenados al amanecer...
Im waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesnt have much time
Cos at 5 oclock they take me to the gallows pole
The sands of time for me are running low
Luego de una estrofa relativamente serena, explota Dickinson en un alarido primal que denota por vez primera la angustia imperante en el alma del condenado que define a este mundo como uno que no le ha sido del todo bondadoso:
When the priest comes to read me the last rites
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me
Aqui vemos el primer estadio de confusion y consecuente golpe que la realidad asesta en el condenado. Se pregunta si sera un error, si acaso sera un loco sueño:
Can it be theres some sort of error
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end not some crazy dream
La angustia se hace carne con suplicas y no tiene ni voz para gritar. Hacia el final de la estrofa, una suerte de resignacion tiene lugar. Resignacion tipica de las personas cuando no les queda otra que aceptar su destino "despues de todo no tengo miedo de morir (...) no creo que realmente exista un final (...):
Somebody please tell me that Im dreaming
Its not so easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears they flow but why am I crying
After all I am not afraid of dying
Dont believe that there is never an end
LLegamos a la parte de Dios y las creencias. Cuando otro condenado le grita "Dios te bendiga", se pregunta: "si existe un Dios, por que me dejar morir?":
As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Someone calls from a cell God be with you
If theres a God then why has he let me die?
Aqui llegamos a una -sana- resignacion, al llegar al cadalzo, una suplica de que alguien tome su alma, que el esta dispuesto a dejar ir:
As I walk all my life drifts before me
And though the end is near Im not sorry
Catch my soul cos its willing to fly away
Aqui llega el momento crucial, "no se preocupen por mi, he ido mas alla para conocer la verdad":
Mark my words please believe my soul lives on
Please dont worry now that I have gone
Ive gone beyond to see the truth
La estrofa final es una genialidad que culmina con una frase de epitafio: "cuando veas que el tiempo se termina tal vez comienzes a comprender que la vida aqui es solo una extraña ilusion".
When you know that your time is close at hand
Maybe then youll begin to understand
Life down there is just a strange illusion...
Humildemente creo que no hay que morir sin escuchar esta bestialidad de cancion de los muchachos de Birmingham.
Veamos:
Un tipo condenado a muerte espera la hora de su ejecucion. Noten que dice "a las 5 me llevan al cadalzo": esto se debe a la costumbre de ejecutar a los condenados al amanecer...
Im waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesnt have much time
Cos at 5 oclock they take me to the gallows pole
The sands of time for me are running low
Luego de una estrofa relativamente serena, explota Dickinson en un alarido primal que denota por vez primera la angustia imperante en el alma del condenado que define a este mundo como uno que no le ha sido del todo bondadoso:
When the priest comes to read me the last rites
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me
Aqui vemos el primer estadio de confusion y consecuente golpe que la realidad asesta en el condenado. Se pregunta si sera un error, si acaso sera un loco sueño:
Can it be theres some sort of error
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end not some crazy dream
La angustia se hace carne con suplicas y no tiene ni voz para gritar. Hacia el final de la estrofa, una suerte de resignacion tiene lugar. Resignacion tipica de las personas cuando no les queda otra que aceptar su destino "despues de todo no tengo miedo de morir (...) no creo que realmente exista un final (...):
Somebody please tell me that Im dreaming
Its not so easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears they flow but why am I crying
After all I am not afraid of dying
Dont believe that there is never an end
LLegamos a la parte de Dios y las creencias. Cuando otro condenado le grita "Dios te bendiga", se pregunta: "si existe un Dios, por que me dejar morir?":
As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Someone calls from a cell God be with you
If theres a God then why has he let me die?
Aqui llegamos a una -sana- resignacion, al llegar al cadalzo, una suplica de que alguien tome su alma, que el esta dispuesto a dejar ir:
As I walk all my life drifts before me
And though the end is near Im not sorry
Catch my soul cos its willing to fly away
Aqui llega el momento crucial, "no se preocupen por mi, he ido mas alla para conocer la verdad":
Mark my words please believe my soul lives on
Please dont worry now that I have gone
Ive gone beyond to see the truth
La estrofa final es una genialidad que culmina con una frase de epitafio: "cuando veas que el tiempo se termina tal vez comienzes a comprender que la vida aqui es solo una extraña ilusion".
When you know that your time is close at hand
Maybe then youll begin to understand
Life down there is just a strange illusion...
Humildemente creo que no hay que morir sin escuchar esta bestialidad de cancion de los muchachos de Birmingham.
Oferta!!Todas las consideraciones acerca de la muerte y la condicion humana, en un solo temazo de Iron Maiden.
Im waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesnt have much time
Cos at 5 oclock they take me to the gallows pole
The sands of time for me are running low
When the priest comes to read me the last rites
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me
Can it be theres some sort of error
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end not some crazy dream
Somebody please tell me that Im dreaming
Its not so easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears they flow but why am I crying
After all I am not afraid of dying
Dont believe that there is never an end
As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Someone calls from a cell God be with you
If theres a God then why has he let me die?
As I walk all my life drifts before me
And though the end is near Im not sorry
Catch my soul cos its willing to fly away
Mark my words please believe my soul lives on
Please dont worry now that I have gone
Ive gone beyond to see the truth
When you know that your time is close at hand
Maybe then youll begin to understand
Life down there is just a strange illusion...
22 Acacia Avenue
If youre feeling down depressed and lonely
I know a place where we can go
22 acacia avenue meet a lady that I know
So if youre looking for a good time
And youre prepared to pay the price
Fifteen quid is all she asks for
Everybodys got their vice
If youre waiting for a long time for the rest to do their piece
You can tell her that you know me and you might even get it free
So any time youre down the east end dont you hesitate to go
You can take my honest word for it shell teach you more than you can know
Charlotte cant you get out from all this madness
Cant you see it only brings you sadness
When you entertain your men dont know the risk of getting disease
Some day when youre reaching the age of forty
I bet youll regret the days when you were laying
Nobody then will want to know
You wont have any beautiful wares to show any more
22, the avenue thats the place where we all go
You will find its warm inside the red lights burning bright tonight
Charlotte isnt it time you stopped this mad life
Dont you ever think about the bad times
Why do you have to live this way
Do you enjoy your lay or is it the pay
Sometimes when your strolling down the avenue
The way you walk it make men think of having you
When youre walking down the street
Everybody stops and turns to stare at you
Beat her mistreat her do anything that you please
Bite her excite her make her get down on her knees
Abuse her misuse her she can take all that youve got
Caress her molest her she always does what you want
Youre running away dont you know what youre doing
Cant you see itll lead you to ruin
Charlotte youve taken your life and youve thrown it away
You believe that because what youre earning
Your lifes good dont you know that youre hurting
All the people that love you dont cast them aside
All the men that are constantly drooling
Its no life for you stop all that screwing
Youre packing your bags and youre coming with me
I know a place where we can go
22 acacia avenue meet a lady that I know
So if youre looking for a good time
And youre prepared to pay the price
Fifteen quid is all she asks for
Everybodys got their vice
If youre waiting for a long time for the rest to do their piece
You can tell her that you know me and you might even get it free
So any time youre down the east end dont you hesitate to go
You can take my honest word for it shell teach you more than you can know
Charlotte cant you get out from all this madness
Cant you see it only brings you sadness
When you entertain your men dont know the risk of getting disease
Some day when youre reaching the age of forty
I bet youll regret the days when you were laying
Nobody then will want to know
You wont have any beautiful wares to show any more
22, the avenue thats the place where we all go
You will find its warm inside the red lights burning bright tonight
Charlotte isnt it time you stopped this mad life
Dont you ever think about the bad times
Why do you have to live this way
Do you enjoy your lay or is it the pay
Sometimes when your strolling down the avenue
The way you walk it make men think of having you
When youre walking down the street
Everybody stops and turns to stare at you
Beat her mistreat her do anything that you please
Bite her excite her make her get down on her knees
Abuse her misuse her she can take all that youve got
Caress her molest her she always does what you want
Youre running away dont you know what youre doing
Cant you see itll lead you to ruin
Charlotte youve taken your life and youve thrown it away
You believe that because what youre earning
Your lifes good dont you know that youre hurting
All the people that love you dont cast them aside
All the men that are constantly drooling
Its no life for you stop all that screwing
Youre packing your bags and youre coming with me
I'm no number! I'm a free man!
Estoy decidido. "The Number of the Beast" es el mejor album de metal de todos los tiempos. Ademas de ser el disco de las guerras de las malvinas. Metal!
Podes ser hincha del cuadro que quieras. No esta en discusion, es subjetivo. Solo quiero que me den una respuesta sensata de por que Riquelme no rinde en la seleccion (y ademas renuncia a ella aduciendo que es porque sino la madre se pone mal cuando lo critican) y despues rinde en Boca. Solo se me ocurre una respuesta y tiene que ver con frio y con pecho.
Back to the saddle
"Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark, this is how we used to make the party start..."
Tipico fraseo de Eminem. Tipica metafora copada.
Si volvi!!! Volvi al narcisimo blogense, despues de dos dias sin internet que me hicieron pensar que si despues de dos dias sin internet muero de abstinencia de internet, es que soy un adicto a internet. (heavy no?)
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