Sympathy For The Devil

Sympathy For The Devil - Rolling Stones


Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for long, long years
Stole many man's soul and faith

And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the tsar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain

I rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah

I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made

I shouted out,
"Who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all
It was you and me

Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game

Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint

So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down


Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what's my name
I tell you one time, you're to blame


What's my name
Tell me, baby, what's my name
Tell me, sweetie, what's my name

Cita con ángeles

Cita con ángeles - Silvio Rodríguez


Desde los tiempos más remotos
vuelan los ángeles guardianes,
siempre celosos de sus votos
contra atropellos y desmanes.
Junto a las cunas infantiles,
junto los tristes moribundos,
cuentan que velan los gentiles
seres con alas de otro mundo.

Cuando este ángel surca el cielo,
no hay nada que se le asemeje.
El fin de su apurado vuelo
es la sentencia de un hereje.
No se distraiga ni demore,
todo es ahora inoportuno.
Va rumbo al campo de las flores
donde la hoguera espera a Bruno.

Se lanza un ángel de la altura,
caída libre que da frío.
La orden de su jefatura
es descender hasta Dos Ríos.
Es 19 y también mayo,
monte de espuma y madre sierra,
cuando otro ángel a caballo
cae “con los pobres de la tierra”.

Dicen que al filo de la una
un angelote compasivo
pasó delante de la luna,
sobrevolando los olivos.
Y cuentan que con mala maña
fue tiroteado su abanico,
justo a la hora que en España
se nos mataba a Federico.3

Un bello arcángel aletea
junto a un gran pájaro de hierro.
Procura que un hombre lo vea
para ahuyentar cien mil destierros.
Pero el arcángel se sofoca
y un ala azul se le lastima
y el ave negra abre la boca
cuando atraviesan Hiroshima.

Dejando un surco luminoso
por sobre Memphis, Tennessee,
pasó volando presuroso
un ser alado en frenesí.
Iba vistiéndose de luto,
iba llorando el querubín
e iba contando los minutos
de Dios y Martin Luther King.

El ángel pasa bajo un puente,
después rodea un rascacielos.
Parque Central, lleno de gente,
no se da cuenta de su vuelo.
Cuánta utopía será rota
y cuánta imaginación
cuando a la puerta del Dakota
las balas derriben a John.

Septiembre aúlla todavía
su doble saldo escalofriante.
Todo sucede un mismo día
gracias a un odio semejante.
Y el mismo ángel que allá en Chile
vio bombardear al presidente,
ve las dos torres con sus miles
cayendo inolvidablemente.

Desesperados, los querubes
toman los cielos de la tierra
y con sus lápices de nubes
pintan adioses a las guerras.
El mundo llena los balcones
y exclama al fin: esta es mi lucha,
pero el señor de los cañones
no mira al cielo ni lo escucha.

Pobres los ángeles urgentes
que nunca llegan a salvarnos.
¿Será que son incompetentes
o que no hay forma de ayudarnos?
Para evitarles más dolores
y cuentas del sicoanalista,
seamos un tilín mejores
y mucho menos egoístas.

Hasta que tu muerte nos separe

Hasta que tu muerte nos separe - Mägo de Oz

Tan sólo quiero que mi voz
te desespere y robe la razón
y llorando que te abraces
a tus miedos, corazón.

Espero el día "muñequita linda"
en que tu herida sea tan fuerte
que bañándote en recuerdos,
sólo te bese el alcohol.

Y verás tu linda cara
frente al espejo demacrada
y el dolor será tu amor
masturbando tu mirada.

Tan sólo quiero verte llorar
he mandado a la muerte a buscar
tan sólo quiero oírte gritar
en el infierno te he de encontrar.

Tan sólo quiero que tu alma
no vuelva ha ver la luz del sol
y que llores sangre y miedo
y que pagues, corazón.

Intentaré pisar tu orgullo
tantas veces como pueda
hasta que mi odio te parezca
aire para respirar.

Y verás tu linda cara
frente al espejo demacrada
y el dolor será tu amor
masturbando tu mirada.

Con este anillo te desposo
hasta que tu muerte nos separe
es tan fina la barrera
entre el odio y el amor.

Lamerás tu cuerpo desnudo
con ginebra en un portal
mendigando un poco de amor
las ratas te acariciarán.

Don't look back in anger

Don't look back in anger - Oasis


Slip inside the eye of your mind
Don't you know you might find
A better place to play
You said that you've never been (sounds like "bean" in order to rhyme
w/"seen")
But all the things that you've seen
They slowly fade away
So I'll start a revolution from my bed
'Cuz you said the brains I had went to my head
Step outside, summertime's in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out
And so, Sally can wait
She knows it's too late as we're walking on by
Her soul slides away
But don't look back in anger
I heard you say
Take me to the place where you go
Where nobody knows
Where nobody knows if it's night or day
Please don't put your life in the hands
Of a rock and roll band
Who'll throw it all away
I'm gonna start a revolution from my bed
'Cuz you said the brains I had went to my head
Step outside, 'cuz summertime's in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
'Cuz you ain't ever gonna burn my heart out
And so, Sally can wait
She knows it's too late as she's walking on by
My soul slides away
But don't look back in anger
I heard you say
(guitar solo)
So, Sally can wait
She knows it's too late as we're walking on by
Her soul slides away
But don't look back in anger
I heard you say
So, Sally can wait
She knows it's too late as she's walking on by
My soul slides away
But don't look back in anger
Don't look back in anger
I heard you say
At least not today.

Eyes on Me

Eyes on Me - Nobuo Uematsu (Final Fantasy VIII)

Whenever sang my songs
On the stage, on my own
Whenever said my words
Wishing they would be heard
I saw you smiling at me
Was it real or just my fantasy
You'd always be there in the corner
Of this tiny little bar

My last night here for you
Same old songs, just once more
My last night here with you?
Maybe yes, maybe no
I kind of liked it your your way
How you shyly placed your eyes on me
Oh, did you ever know?
That I had mine on you

*Darling, so there you are
With that look on your face
As if you're never hurt
As if you're never down
Shall I be the one for you
Who pinches you softly but sure
If frown is shown then
I will know that you are no dreamer

So let me come to you
Close as I wanted to be
Close enough for me
To feel your heart beating fast
And stay there as I whisper
How I loved your peaceful eyes on me
Did you ever know
That I had mine on you

Darling, so share with me
Your love if you have enough
Your tears if you're holding back
Or pain if that's what it is
How can I let you know
I'm more than the dress and the voice
Just reach me out then
You will know that you're not dreaming