lunes, 30 de marzo de 2026
sábado, 28 de marzo de 2026
jueves, 26 de marzo de 2026
martes, 24 de marzo de 2026
lunes, 23 de marzo de 2026
sábado, 21 de marzo de 2026
miércoles, 18 de marzo de 2026
martes, 17 de marzo de 2026
domingo, 15 de marzo de 2026
Coda Chroma - I'm Not Fighting It
It’s a lot to begin with a lonely thread
I might add, where’re you going with this?
So I follow it out of my sensible head
You know I don’t want to be the owner of it
I like to think that I’m open to anything
But I might need a little more convincing
I let my dreamself carry me on its back
I’m happy here
I’m not fighting it
I’m not fighting it so
You can think it over
Take away whatever you want
Oh, yeah
Another minute in the hour of the day I’m in
All at once familiar and unsettling
I couldn’t carry back all that I had to bring
While I waited by the road I was singing something
Couldn’t put my finger on what it was
Some old record beaming in from the past
I dеcided to take the rеst of the afternoon off
Wait right here for my call
I might add, where’re you going with this?
So I follow it out of my sensible head
You know I don’t want to be the owner of it
I like to think that I’m open to anything
But I might need a little more convincing
I let my dreamself carry me on its back
I’m happy here
I’m not fighting it
I’m not fighting it so
You can think it over
Take away whatever you want
Oh, yeah
Another minute in the hour of the day I’m in
All at once familiar and unsettling
I couldn’t carry back all that I had to bring
While I waited by the road I was singing something
Couldn’t put my finger on what it was
Some old record beaming in from the past
I dеcided to take the rеst of the afternoon off
Wait right here for my call
sábado, 14 de marzo de 2026
viernes, 13 de marzo de 2026
jueves, 12 de marzo de 2026
martes, 10 de marzo de 2026
Steven Wilson - Perfect Life
When I was 13 I had a sister for 6 months
She arrived one February morning
Pale and shellshocked
From past lives I could not imagine
She was 3 years older than me
But in no time we became friends
We'd listen to her mixtapes
Dead Can Dance, Felt, This Mortal Coil
She introduced me to her favorite books
Gave me clothes
And my first cigarette
She arrived one February morning
Pale and shellshocked
From past lives I could not imagine
She was 3 years older than me
But in no time we became friends
We'd listen to her mixtapes
Dead Can Dance, Felt, This Mortal Coil
She introduced me to her favorite books
Gave me clothes
And my first cigarette
Sometimes
We would head down to Blackbirds Moor
To watch the barges on Grand Union in the twilight
She said "the water has no memory"
We would head down to Blackbirds Moor
To watch the barges on Grand Union in the twilight
She said "the water has no memory"
For a few months everything about our lives was perfect
It was only us
We were inseparable
It was only us
We were inseparable
But gradually
She passed into another distant part of my memory
Until I could no longer remember her face
Her voice
Even her name
She passed into another distant part of my memory
Until I could no longer remember her face
Her voice
Even her name
We've got
We've got the perfect life
We've got the perfect life
sábado, 7 de marzo de 2026
viernes, 6 de marzo de 2026
jueves, 5 de marzo de 2026
Johnny Cash and Waylon Jennings' grandsons perform 'Highwayman'. (Whey Jennings & Thomas Gabriel)
I was a highwayman
Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of 25
But I am still alive
Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of 25
But I am still alive
I was a sailor
I was born upon the tide
And with the sea I did abide
I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
But I am living still
I was born upon the tide
And with the sea I did abide
I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
But I am living still
I was a dam builder
Across the river deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
But I am still around
I'll always be around, and around and around and around and around
Across the river deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
But I am still around
I'll always be around, and around and around and around and around
I'll fly a starship
Across the Universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I'll be back again
And again and again and again and again and again and again
Across the Universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I'll be back again
And again and again and again and again and again and again