La verdad es que me gustaria escribir aqui un monton de cosas, estoy viviendo bastantes situaciones curiosas e interesantes, parece que es un buen sitio donde vivir, la gente es abierta, no les importa entablar conversacion, los pubs estan llenos de gente a todas horas, hay extranjeros por todos lados, he conocido a un chaval irlandes bastante majete, ayer fuimos al campo a buscar setas con otro amigo aleman que lleva aqui 2 años, recordadme si alguno viene que os lleve al pub mas alto de irlanda, vaya Guinness...
Me quedaria toda la mañana escribiendo en este post cosas pero ahora mismo prefiero contaros las historias en persona, quiza estoy empezando a echaros de menos ;-) .
Despues de esta breve introduccion, al grano, voy a poneros aqui una buena cancion que me esta dando vueltas en la cabeza estos dias, recuerdo que cuando estabamos en los gabrielos un amigo, J., me grabo Zooropa en una cinta que le di, pero no era lo suficientemente grande, asi que la ultima cancion estaba cortada en el primer minuto mas o menos, me tire escuchando esa cinta bastante tiempo, siempre con esa cancion al final sin saber que decia y un dia Mr.Rubio me dijo: pero tio!, si esa es la mejor cancion del album!, lo es, The Wanderer, U2 con Johnny Cash y Brian Eno en la produccion:
I went out walking
Through streets paved with gold
Lifted some stones
Saw the skin and bones
Of a city without a soul
I went out walking
Under an atomic sky
Where the ground won't turn
And the rain it burns
Like the tears when I said goodbye
Yeah I went with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering
I went drifting
Through the capitals of tin
Where men can't walk
Or freely talk
And sons turn their fathers in
I stopped outside a church house
Where the citizens like to sit
They say they want the kingdom
But they don't want God in it
I went out riding
Down that old eight lane
I passed by a thousand signs
Looking for my own name
I went with nothing
But the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you
I went out there
In search of experience
To taste and to touch
And to feel as much
As a man can
Before he repents
I went out searching
Looking for one good man
A spirit who would not bend or break
Who would sit at his father's right hand
I went out walking
With a bible and a gun
The word of God lay heavy on my heart
I was sure I was the one
Now Jesus, don't you wait up
Jesus, I'll be home soon
Yeah I went out for the papers
Told her I'd be back by noon
Yeah I left with nothing
But the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you
Yeah I left with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering
Si la escuchais y os gusta, podeis probar con Hurt que me la paso Icer hace poco y tb es una gran cancion.
Siento no poner acentos, he conseguido saber como poner la Ñ, poco a poco...
Me quedaria toda la mañana escribiendo en este post cosas pero ahora mismo prefiero contaros las historias en persona, quiza estoy empezando a echaros de menos ;-) .
Despues de esta breve introduccion, al grano, voy a poneros aqui una buena cancion que me esta dando vueltas en la cabeza estos dias, recuerdo que cuando estabamos en los gabrielos un amigo, J., me grabo Zooropa en una cinta que le di, pero no era lo suficientemente grande, asi que la ultima cancion estaba cortada en el primer minuto mas o menos, me tire escuchando esa cinta bastante tiempo, siempre con esa cancion al final sin saber que decia y un dia Mr.Rubio me dijo: pero tio!, si esa es la mejor cancion del album!, lo es, The Wanderer, U2 con Johnny Cash y Brian Eno en la produccion:
I went out walking
Through streets paved with gold
Lifted some stones
Saw the skin and bones
Of a city without a soul
I went out walking
Under an atomic sky
Where the ground won't turn
And the rain it burns
Like the tears when I said goodbye
Yeah I went with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering
I went drifting
Through the capitals of tin
Where men can't walk
Or freely talk
And sons turn their fathers in
I stopped outside a church house
Where the citizens like to sit
They say they want the kingdom
But they don't want God in it
I went out riding
Down that old eight lane
I passed by a thousand signs
Looking for my own name
I went with nothing
But the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you
I went out there
In search of experience
To taste and to touch
And to feel as much
As a man can
Before he repents
I went out searching
Looking for one good man
A spirit who would not bend or break
Who would sit at his father's right hand
I went out walking
With a bible and a gun
The word of God lay heavy on my heart
I was sure I was the one
Now Jesus, don't you wait up
Jesus, I'll be home soon
Yeah I went out for the papers
Told her I'd be back by noon
Yeah I left with nothing
But the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you
Yeah I left with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering
Si la escuchais y os gusta, podeis probar con Hurt que me la paso Icer hace poco y tb es una gran cancion.
Siento no poner acentos, he conseguido saber como poner la Ñ, poco a poco...
