Macaco - Moving

Aún cayendo en el fácil buenrrollismo perroflauta este tío ha sacado un video que me parece que consigue transmitir, lo que sea, pero transmite, tambien ayuda el reparto..
Hala, empezad, os lo he puesto a huevo

MAN ON WIRE

Hoy me he levantado sentimental, así que voy a aprovecharlo para hacer un homenaje a nuestro querido M.
Creo honestamente que esta vez (también), las expectativas estaban justificadas. "Man on wire": una experiencia única.

Friends (De Flight Of The Conchords)

Friends sing together
La La La La
Friends do things together
La La La La
Friends laugh together
Ha Ha Ha Ha
Friends make graphs together
La La La La

Friends help you when you're in danger
Friends are people who are not strangers
Friends help you shift into a new place
Tell you if you've got food on you're face

Friends are the ones, on who you can depend
He's my friend, He's not my friend
Friends are the ones who are there at the end
He's my friend, They're not my friends

If you trip over I'll catch you're fall
If you break my dick, I won't break you're balls
If you get drunk and vomit on me
I'll make sure you get home safely

If you cross the road and a drunk struck you
And scrape you up and reconstruct you
I'll cheer you up if you're depressed
If you get murdered I'll avenge you're death

Friends walk together
La La La La
Pop and lock together
(Zzi zzu Zzi Zzu)

Me and him together
La La La La
Me and Jim forever

Friends go jogging at the track
Friends borrow money never pay It back
Friends do not let friends do crack
Friends go out and grab a snack
Friends drink beer in the sun
Unlike girlfriends they don't mind if you have more than one
Friends tell you when you're flys undone

My Uncle John had a special friend
They dressed a like, his name was Ben
I've never seen two friends like them
They we're very very friendly men

La La La La
Friends, Friends, Friends

Disco del Día: Bonnie "Prince" Billy - Beware(2009)

Sin palabras...(preciosa referencia en la portada)



Descarga directa: http://rapidshare.com/files/206495775/bonnie.rar

Lo nuevo de The Wave Pictures

If You Leave It Alone es el nuevo disco de The Wave Pictures. Su debut, Instant Coffe Baby, fué uno de mis discos favoritos de 2008, tan favorito como el de Vampire Weekend o el de Silver Jews. Aunque sólo lo he escuchado una vez y me ha parecido más lentito y un poco flojo, no me atrevo a dar un veredicto final. Habrá que darle más margen.
Si os gustó el anterior, o si os va el rollo Hefner + Violent Femmes + The Modern Lovers, estáis tardando en descargarlo.

Y de paso os dejo un video hecho por unos mejicanos con una canción de The Wave Pictures. Te alegra el día. Buenísimo.

Homenaje

Una ilustración de Daniel Danger que continúa con el homenaje de Mauricio al Capitán.

Hasta pronto Capitán!

Para el Capitán! Buen viaje!

The island it is silent now, But the ghosts still haunt the waves, And the torch lights up a famished man, Who fortune could not save
Did you work upon the railroad, Did you rid the streets of crime, Were your dollars from the white house, Were they from the five and dime
Did the old songs taunt or cheer you, And did they still make you cry, Did you count the months and years, Or did your teardrops quickly dry
Ah, no, says he, twas not to be, On a coffin ship I came here, And I never even got so far, That they could change my name.

Thousands are sailing, Across the western ocean, To a land of opportunity, That some of them will never see, Fortune prevailing, Across the western ocean, Their bellies full, Their spirits free, Theyll break the chains of poverty, And they'll dance

In manhattan's desert twilight, In the death of afternoon, We stepped hand in hand on broadway, Like the first man on the moon
And the blackbird broke the silence, As you whistled it so sweet, And in brendan behans footsteps, I danced up and down the street
Then we said goodnight to broadway, Giving it our best regards, Tipped our hats to mister cohen, Dear old times squares favorite bard
Then we raised a glass to jfk, And a dozen more besides, When I got back to my empty room, I suppose I must have cried

Thousands are sailing, Again across the ocean, Where the hand of opportunity, Draws tickets in a lottery, Postcards were mailing, Of sky-blue skies and oceans, From rooms the daylight never sees, Where lights dont glow on christmas trees, But we dance to the music, And we dance

Thousands are sailing, Across the western ocean, Where the hand of opportunity, Draws tickets in a lottery, Where eer we go, we celebrate, The land that makes us refugees, From fear of priests with empty plates, From guilt and weeping effigies, And we dance