martes, 13 de enero de 2009

CANCIÓN PARA UNA DISCOTECA



No tenemos fe
al otro lado de esta vida
sólo espera el rock and roll
lo dice la calavera que hay entre mis manos
baila, baila el rock and roll
para el rock el tiempo y la vida son una miseria
el alcohol y el haschisch no dicen nada de la vida
sexo, drogas y rock and roll
el sol no brilla por el hombre,
lo mismo que el sexo y las drogas;
la muerte es la cuna del rock and roll.

Baila hasta que la muerte te llame
y diga suavemente entra
entra en el reino del rock and roll.

LEOPOLDO MARÍA PANERO "Poesía" 1970 - 1985

* ELVIS PRESLEY "Jail House Rock"


5 comentarios:

Mad Hatter dijo...

¡Que rockera y punky te veo "Descon"!
Aunque un poco topicazo el Leopoldo este ¿No? Si bien es cierto que el rock´n´roll, la velocidad, las drogas, los coches y la muerte, siempre han estado muy relacionados desde sus comienzos. Algo de eso también tiene que ver mi última entrada.
Saludos.

desconvencida dijo...

hola Mad Hatter!!

Sí que es un poco tópico, pero me gusta, supongo que tiene que ver con que Panero es un rockero de vieja generación :)

Ahora mismo me paso por tu blog a echar un vistazo a esa entrada. Saludos...

alain dijo...

Jenny said when she was just five years old
There was nothin' happenin' at all
Every time she puts on a radio
There was nothin' goin' down at all,
Not at all
Then one fine mornin' she puts on a New York station
You know, she don't believe what she heard at all
She started shakin' to that fine fine music
You know her life was saved by rock 'n' roll
Despite all the amputations you know you could just go out
And dance to the rock 'n' roll station

It was alright
It was allright
Hey baby
You know it was allright
It was allright

Jenny said when she was just bout five years old
You know my parents are gonna be the death of us all
Two TV sets and two Cadillac cars -
Well you know it ain't gonna help me at all
Not just a little tiny bit
Then one fine mornin' she turns on a New York station
She doesn't believe what she hears at all
Ooh, She started dancin' to that fine fine music
You know her life is saved by rock 'n' roll,
Yeah, rock n' roll
Despite all the computations
You could just dance to that rock 'n' roll station

And baby it was allright
And it was alright
Hey it was allright
It was allright
Hey here she comes now!
Jump! Jump!

Like Jenny said when she was just bout' five years old
Hey you know there's nothin' happenin' at all
Not at all
Every time I put on the radio,
You know there's nothin' goin' down at all,
Not at all
But one fine mornin' she hears a New York station
She doesn't believe what she heard at all
Hey, not at all
She started dancin' to that fine fine music
You know her life was saved by rock 'n' roll
Yeah rock 'n' roll
Ooh, Despite all the computations
You know you could just dance to the rock 'n' roll station

Allright, allright
And it was allright
Oh, you listen to me now
And it was allright
C'mon now
Little better
Little bit
It was allright
It was allright
And it was allright, allright
It's allright, allright
Baby it's allright, now
Allright, baby it's allright, now
Baby it's allright, allright now
Baby it's allright
Baby it's allright now
Oh baby,oh baby
Oh baby, Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
It's allright, now
Ooh, it's allright now
All, allright.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hSqIzvaX8n8

Mondo Gitane dijo...

Los rockeros van al infierno! sobre todo los que fuman, miren al pobre Ronnie Asheton, imagino que Las Perras del Infierno estarán rotas, no?

desconvencida dijo...

* Me encanta la canción, alain,¡gracias!

* Mondo, las Perras no fumaban mucho, pero sí, ya se disolvieron...

Por cierto, imagino que Ud. no será fan de la serie "Mad Men", le recomiendo no verla, no paran de darle al pucho ni en un fotograma :D

 
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