Richie Hawtin - DE 9 Transitions (Bosko's Revival)

Una de las mejores canciones de Minimal que he escuchado, y hecha por las manos de Richie Hawtin

Vetusta Morla - Copenhague



El corría, nunca le enseñaron a andar
Se fue, tras luces pálidas
Ella huía de espejismos y horas de más

Aeropuertos: unos vienen y otros se van
Igual que Alicia sin ciudad
El valor para marcharse, el miedo a llegar

Llueve en el canal
La corriente enseña el camino hacia el mar
Todos duermen ya

Dejarse llevar suena demasiado bien
Jugar al azar, nunca saber dónde puedes terminar
... o empezar

Un instante mientras los turistas se van
Un tren de madrugada consiguió trazar
La frontera entre siempre o jamás

Llueve en el canal
La corriente enseña el camino hacia el mar
Todos duermen ya

Dejarse llevar suena demasiado bien
Jugar al azar, nunca saber dónde puedes terminar
... o empezar, o empezar

Ella duerme tras el vendaval
Se quitó la ropa
Sueña con despertar en otro tiempo y en otra ciudad

Dejarse llevar suena demasiado bien
Jugar al azar, nunca saber dónde puedes terminar
... o empezar, terminar
... o empezar, terminar
... o empezar

Three Days Grace - I Hate Everything About You



Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven’t missed you yet

Every roommate kept awake
By every sigh and scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet

Only when I stop to think about it

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you

Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven’t missed you yet

Only when I stop to think about it

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you

Only when I stop to think
About you, I know
Only when you stop to think
About me, do you know

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
You hate everything about me
Why do you love me

I hate
You hate
I hate
You love me

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you

Athlete - Hurricane

All the places we grew up,
We’re playing hide and seek,
Disappearing wall when you’ll sleep

Is it something we gotta get used to?
Is it something we gotta get used to? whoa.

Hurricane .. Oh hurricane.

All the millions that we marched with
It never made a sound,
never made a sound on your lips.

Is it something we gotta get used to?
But we’re not giving up the coastline so easily.

Oh hurricane (2x)

I don’t wanna run,
I’ve been here since I was young
Whoa this city day could be gone within the hour.

Oh hurricane,
what you gonna do to us this time? (2x)
Oh hurricane!

Is it something we gotta get used to? (x2)
and it’s something we gotta get used to
and we’re not giving up the coastline so easily

The Cure - Wrong Number



Lime green, lime green and tangerine
The sickly sweet colors of the snakes I'm seeing
Lime green and tangerine
The sickly sweet colors of the devil in my dreams

Lime green, lime green and tangerine
The sickly sweet colors of the snakes I'm seeing
Lime green and tangerine
The sickly sweet colors of the devil in my dreams

It gets to Friday
I give you a call
You know I’m getting kind of worried
She doesn't seem herself at all
Lime green and a sickly kind of orange
I’ve never seen her like this before

I had the best laid plans this side of America
Started out in church and finished with Angelica
Red and blue soul with a snow-white smile

Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?(Can you dig it?)
Can you dig it?

I had the best-laid plans this side of America
Started out in church and finished with Angelica
And now I dig it in the dirt and I’m down here for a while

You've got to make up your mind and make it soon
Is there room in your life for one more trip to the moon?
Is there room in your life for one more?

Burn red, red and gold
The deep dark colors of the snakes I hold
Burn red, burn red, burn red and gold
The deep dark colors of the devil at home

She pulls me down just as I’m trying to hide
Grabs me by the hair and drags me outside
and starts digging in the dirt for a not so early bird
It's the only way for her to get the worm

I had the best laid plans this side of America
Started out in church and finished with Angelica
Red and blue soul with a snow-white smile

Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?(Can you dig it?)
Can you dig it?

I had the best-laid plans this side of America
Started out in church and finished with Angelica
And now I dig it in the dirt and I’m down here for a while

“Hello? Are you still there?” x3
And much too late . . .
“Sorry . . . wrong number.”
“I’m sorry you have the wrong number.”
"Yeah... sorry, wrong number."

The Cure - Boys Don't Cry

I would say I'm sorry

If I thought that it would change your mind
But I know that this time
I've said too much
Been too unkind

I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try and
Laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry

I would break down at your feet
And beg forgiveness
Plead with you
But I know that
It's too late
And now there's nothing I can do

So I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try to
laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'cause boys don't cry

I would tell you
That I loved you
If I thought that you would stay
But I know that it's no use
That you've already
Gone away

Misjudged your limits
Pushed you too far
Took you for granted
I thought that you needed me more

Now I would do most anything
To get you back by my side
But I just
Keep on laughing
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry
Boys don't cry

Morrisey - Everyday Is Like Sunday




Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon - come Armageddon!
Come, Armageddon! Come!

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard :
"How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here"
In the seaside town
...that they forgot to bomb
Come, Come, Come - nuclear bomb

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
(And on your face...)
(On your face ...)
(On your face ...)
(On your face ...)

Everyday is like Sunday
"Win Yourself A Cheap Tray"
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey

Depeche Mode - Enjoy The Silence



Words like violence
Break the silence
Come crashing in
Into my little world
Painful to me
Pierce right through me
Can´t you understand
Oh my little girl

All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm

Vows are spoken
To be broken
Feelings are intense
Words are trivial
Pleasures remain
So does the pain
Words are meaningless
And forgettable

All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm

Traducción:

Palabras como violencia
Rompen mi silencio
Irrumpen
en mi pequeño mundo
Causándome dolor
Atravesándome
No puedes entender?
Oh mi pequeña chica

Todo lo que siempre quise
Todo lo que siempre necesite
Está aquí en mis brazos
Las palabras son muy innecesarias
Sólo pueden hacer daño

Las promesas son hechas
Para ser rotas
Los sentimientos son intensos
Las palabras triviales
Los placeres permanecen
Y el dolor también
Las palabras no significan nada
Y son olvidables

Todo lo que siempre quise
Todo lo que siempre necesite
Está aquí en mis brazos
Las palabras son muy innecesarias
Sólo pueden hacer daño