Recital Poético: La puerta abierta

Este martes 21 de junio a las 19h llegará a La Pantera Rossa el poemario vívido de Rolando Mix, de la mano de algunas personas que admiraron su poesía y le quisieron. Presentaremos su libro póstumo La Puerta abierta con portada, diseño e ilustraciones de José L. Cano.
Contaremos con las intervenciones de: María confussión, versionando poemas de Rolando, la guitarra de Alonso Martínez, las voces de Ana Mª Martínez, Javier Barreiro, José Mª Hernández, Eduardo Fariña, Sergio Gómez, Marta Fuembuena, Mapi Freixas … ¡Entra hermano, la puerta está abierta!

Más información:

http://www.lapanterarossa.net/la-puerta-abierta-en-la-xxiv-semana-cultural-de-la-madalena/

The Doors: People are strange

People are strange when you’re a stranger

Faces look ugly when you’re alone

Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted

Streets are uneven when you’re down

When you’re strange

Faces come out of the rain

When you’re strange

No one remembers your name

When you’re strange

When you’re strange

When you’re strange

People are strange when you’re a stranger

Faces look ugly when you’re alone

Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted

Streets are uneven when you’re down

When you’re strange

Faces come out of the rain

When you’re strange

No one remembers your name

When you’re strange

When you’re strange

When you’re strange

When you’re strange

Faces come out of the rain

When you’re strange

No one remembers your name

When you’re strange

When you’re strange

When you’re strange

Queen: Innuendo

De Innuendo (1991)

Innuendo es el último álbum de la banda de rock británica Queen con su formación original. Este es el último álbum de estudio de la banda publicado antes del fallecimiento de su vocalista, Freddie Mercury. Este álbum alcanzó la posición número uno en las listas en Reino Unido, y se mantuvo ahí durante dos semanas. Fue aclamado por parte de la crítica, la cual dijo que Queen se había superado a sí mismo. El single del mismo nombre del álbum fue un éxito arrollador en todo el mundo.

más información en Wikipedia

While the sun hangs in the sky and the desert has sand
While the waves crash in the sea and meet the land
While there’s a wind and the stars and the rainbow
Till the mountains crumble into the plain
Oh yes we’ll keep on tryin’
Tread that fine line
Oh we’ll keep on tryin’ yeah
Just passing our time
While we live according to race, colour or creed
While we rule by blind madness and pure greed
Our lives dictated by tradition, superstition, false religion
Through the eons, and on and on
Oh yes we’ll keep on tryin’
We’ll tread that fine line
Oh we’ll keep on tryin’
Till the end of time
Till the end of time

Through the sorrow all through our splendour
Don’t take offence at my innuendo

You can be anything you want to be
Just turn yourself into anything you think that you could ever be
Be free with your tempo, be free be free
Surrender your ego – be free, be free to yourself

Oooh, ooh –
If there’s a God or any kind of justice under the sky
If there’s a point, if there’s a reason to live or die
If there’s an answer to the questions we feel bound to ask
Show yourself – destroy our fears – release your mask
Oh yes we’ll keep on trying
Hey tread that fine line
Yeah we’ll keep on smiling yeah
And whatever will be – will be
We’ll just keep on trying
We’ll just keep on trying
Till the end of time
Till the end of time
Till the end of time …

Slayer: Eyes of the insane

A soldier’s heart
Reflecting back at me
I keep seeing mutilated faces
Even in my dreams
Distorted images
Flashing rapidly
Psychotically abusing me
Devouring my brain

The eyes of the insane
On a demented campaign

Tortured spirits
Will not let me rest
These thoughts of mutilated faces
Completely posessed
Fragmented images
Flashing rapidly
Psychotically abusing me
Whirling through my head

Shellshocked
Battle mortise
Overwhelming anxiety
Flashbacks
Panic attacks
Death raising it’s ugly face at me!

Got to make it stop
Can’t take it any more
They’re all dead
Keep haunting me
They just keep coming back for more!

The eyes of the insane
On a demented campaign
Flashbacks
Panic attacks
Death raising it’s ugly face at me!

Got to make it stop
Can’t take it any more!
Death’s face keeps haunting me
And just keeps coming back for more!

[Solo]

Got to make it stop
Can’t take it any more!
Death’s face keeps haunting me
And just keeps coming back for more!

A soldier
Of misfortune
I owe my pain and suffering
To this hell
These demons
Ripping through my soul
Evil’s relentless hostility
Won’t let me sleep

Shellshocked
Battle mortise
Devastating insanity
Flashbacks
Panic attacks
Death’s rotting
He’s coming for me!!

«Eyes of the Insane» es un sencillo de 2006 de la banda estadounidense de thrash metal, Slayer, que fue extraído del álbum Christ Illusion. La letra de la canción explora la angustia mental de un soldado que vuelve a casa después de luchar en la invasión de Irak de 2003 por parte de los Estados Unidos, y está basada en el artículo «Casualty of war» de la revista Texas Monthly. Fue escrita por el vocalista y bajista Tom Araya, y fue bien recibida generalmente por la crítica especializada.

El vídeo musical que acompaña a la canción, dirigido por el iraní Tony Petrossian en Los Ángeles durante el verano de 2006, presenta un primer plano de la pupila y el iris de un soldado, que refleja desconcertantes imágenes de guerra, flash-backs de su hogar y su familia, e imágenes de su muerte. «Eyes of the insane» fue incluida en la banda sonora de la película Saw III, y ganó un premio Grammy en la categoría de Mejor interpretación de metal.

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Pearl Jam: The Fixer

Pearl Jam: The fixer.
Backspacer, 2009.

Yeah, hey, hey
When somethings dark, let me shed a little light on it
When somethings cold, let me put a little fire on it
If somethings old, I wanna put a bit of shine on it
When somethings gone, I wanna fight to get it back again

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, fight to get it back again
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

When somethings broke, I wanna put a bit of fixin on it
When somethings bored, I wanna put a little exciting on it
If somethings low, I wanna put a little high on it
When somethings lost, I wanna fight to get it back again

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, fight to get it back again
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

When signals cross, I wanna put a little straight on it
If there’s no love, I wanna try to love again

I’ll say your prayers, I’ll take your side
I’ll find us a way to make light
I’ll dig your grave, we’ll dance and sing
What’s saved could be one last lifetime

Hey, hey, hey
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, fight to get it back again
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fight to get it back again, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fight to get it back again, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Alice in chains: A looking in view

De  A looking in view (2009)

 

Hear footsteps creak the floor
The shadows give away
Someone outside the door
Won’t let ‘em in

Half damaged gears to grind
A run down broke machine
That steals your peace of mind
Before you know it’s gone
Lay doubt, weight

Silence burning, hold your tongue
Keep a separate soul they’d know

Hiding in the dark that’s under
Pulling to the surface
Stumble, fall

A looking in view too long on the outside
Desperate plans make sense and alone I…
H-i-i-i-i-i-i-d-e

A looking in view too long on the outside
Desperate plans make sense and alone I…
H-i-i-i-i-i-i-d-e

[Savagely wicked restart]

These things I hate in you
Also reflect it seems
Distortion laced with spite
Takes you out of me
Late now, laid

Hiding in the darkness under
Pulling to the surface
Somethin’ crawling on your skin
Discomfort makes you break and run
Stumble, fall

A looking in view too long on the outside
Desperate plans make sense and alone I… h-i-i-i-i-i-d-e
A looking in view too long on the outside
Desperate plans make sense and alone I…
H-i-i-i-i-i-d-e
It’s why you never tell me heaven’s on your mind
It’s why you never tell me heaven’s on your mind
That’s why you’ll never tell me heaven’s on your mind
That’s why you’ll never tell me heaven’s on your mind

A looking in view too long on the outside
Desperate plans make sense and alone I…
H-i-i-i-i-d-e
A looking in view too long on the outside
Desperate plans make sense and alone I…
H-i-i-i-i-d-e

It’s why you never tell me heaven’s on your mind
A vengeful mind…
Oh god oooooh
Selfish plans, a vengeful mind
It’s all gone
Oooooh
Except for the cross
A vengeful mind just reached inside

Rush: Far cry

de Snakes & Arrows (2007)

Far cry

Pariah dogs and wandering madmen
Barking at strangers and speaking in tongues
The ebb and flow of tidal fortune
Electrical changes are charging up the young

It’s a far cry from the world we thought we’d inherit
It’s a far cry from the way we thought we’d share it
You can almost feel the current flowing
You can almost see the circuits blowing

One day I feel I’m on top of the world
And the next it’s falling in on me
I can get back on
I can get back on
One day I feel I’m ahead of the wheel,
And the next it’s rolling over me
I can get back on
I can get back on

Whirlwind life of faith and betrayal
Rise in anger, fall back, and repeat
Slow degrees on the dark horizon
Full moon rising lays silver at your feet

It’s a far cry from the world we thought we’d inherit
It’s a far cry from the way we thought we’d share it
You can almost feel the current flowing
You can almost see the circuits blowing

One day I feel I’m on top of the world
And the next it’s falling in on me
I can get back on
I can get back on
One day I feel I’m ahead of the wheel,
And the next it’s rolling over me
I can get back on
I can get back on

It’s a far cry from the world we thought we’d inherit
You can almost see the circle growing
You can almost feel the planet glowing

One day I feel I’m on top of the world
And the next it’s falling in on me
I can get back on
I can get back on
One day I feel I’m ahead of the wheel,
And the next it’s rolling over me
I can get back on
I can get back on

One day I fly through a crack in the sky
And the next it’s falling in on me
I can get back on
I can get back on

Tool: Schism

TOOL: Schism
(Del disco Lateralus, 2001)

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away
mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing,
pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
the light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
we cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down
no fault, none to blame it doesn’t mean I don’t desire to
point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication.

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.

There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I’ve done the the math enough to know the dangers of a second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication cold silence
has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers
between supposed brothers.

And I know the pieces fit.