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[Rattler]

Ooops, just realized I did some changes to the music thread as TA, sandby for explanation by the prerpetuator...

Al least the software informs about the problem (you can still click on the link)...

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[Rattler]

And another one, for Jilly, Sky and Solideo primarily:

A song of the new disc of "Bebé", she has so often been called feministic with her initial work, took a pause of 4 yrs, and this year was back: Nothing feministic, apart from being exactly my prey scheme I think she is a deep thinking woman that has an uncompared style of saying things...

This one is surely politically incorrect , but very sensual (hence censored in the US, for both reasons I presume):

No subestimes a esta bicha aunque tenga poca chicha en la cintura Anda quítame la envoltura y ya verás. Ya verás. (2 veces) Que por delante y detrás soy un animal no una musa celestial. Y a mi salvaje me gusta sacar a pasear A subirse por los pinos a jugar con la rueda de los molinos. Yo monté en mi columpio de cuerdas Y liarme alguna que otra juerga bajo las estrellas En el mar y en el campo Y que el sol nos descubra bailando Y el viento que nos refresca to el mambo Mis pies, descalzos en el fango chapotean, Se balancean, mírame bien Soy una princesa, guerrera, campera Oceánica, volcánica, eléctrica y mu suavecita Que cuando quiero soy una gatita, y ronroneo No subestimes a esta bicha aunque tenga poca chicha en la cintura Anda quítame la envoltura y ya verás. Ya verás. (2 veces) A ver tontones, Que cuando quiero llevo pantalones Pero mas me gusta la faldita Pa que me metas la manita por debajo Y me arranques to lo arrancable Métete dentro de mi Que quiero sentir, Si es verdad tu a tu verbo Saca la correa y átamela bien a la muñeca A ver si es verdad que me revuelves las pecas Ven a juntar tu tierra con la mía Y a montar alguna garabía Que si lo haces bien te regalo un cucurucho Y te achucho Con mis piernas, con mi pelo Con mi lengua, lenguaje el que tu y yo vamos a inventar No me interesa que alguien lo quiera escuchar Que es un lenguaje físico, carnal y brutal No subestimes a esta bicha aunque tenga poca chicha en la cintura Anda quítame la envoltura y ya verás. Ya verás. (2 veces) Frente a frente Ponte delante de mi Provócame pa que te envista Pide pistas, no me vistas Que yo te pico como una avispa. Avispada soy cuando quiero, Cuando quiero soy un mortero. Y machaco con mis ojos a los impertinentes de miradas hirientes. Que no me importa lo q piense la gente. que no me importa lo q piense la gente. que no me importa lo q piense la gente. Así que no subestimen a esta bicha. No subestimes a esta bicha aunque tenga poca chicha en la cintura. Anda quítame la envoltura y ya verás. Ya verás. (2 veces) No subestimes a esta bicha aunque tenga poca chicha en la cintura. No subestimes a esta bicha aunque tenga poca chicha. No es traidor el que avisa.

Do not underestimate this animal! though it has little fat on the waist (diplomatic approach to "small tits") Come on! Take off my wrap-around and you'll find out. You'll find out. (2 times) It´s that up front and back I am an animal, not a heavenly muse. And I like to take my savageness for a walk To climb the pine trees to play with the wheels of the wind mills. I got on my rope swing To get me the occasional party under the stars, in the sea and at the countryside So that the sun would discover us still dancing... And the wind that cools down all the Mambo, My feet, splashing barefoot in the mud, They balance things, take a good look! I'm a princess, a warrioress, a lady from the fields, oceanic, volcanic, electrical and very "suave" Because when I want, I am a kitten, and purr... Do not underestimate this little animal! though it has little fat on the waist Come on! Take off my wrap-around and you'll find out. You'll find out. (2 times) Let´s see, stupids: When I want to, I wear pants - but I like the skirt more So that you can put your hand under it, And start what can be started... Get in me, I want to feel you, If you are true to your word, Then get out the leash and tie my wrists, Let´s see if you really can make my freckles turn inside... Come join your land with mine And to ride any Garabi If you do well I'll give you a cone a premium, and I shag you... With my legs, my hair, With my tongue, or with the language that you and I are going to invent, I do not care that someone might listen That language is physical, carnal and pretty straightforward! Do not underestimate this little animal! though it has little fat on the waist Come on! Take off my wrap-around and you'll find out. You'll find out. (2 times) Head to head, Stand in front of me! Provoke me so I can see you Calls the tracks, don´t dress me up because I sting you like a wasp. I'm shrewd, when I want to! I am a mortar, when I want to! And with my eyes I can crush those impertinent hurtful looks... I do not care what people think, I do not care what people think, I do not care what people think, So, do not underestimate this little animal. Do not underestimate this animal! though it has little fat on the waist Come on! Take off my wrap-around and you'll find out. You'll find out. (2 times)   Do not underestimate this animal! though it has little fat on the waist Do not underestimate this animal! though it has little fat on the waist ATTENTION: He who warns is *not* a traitor.

Bebe La bicha videoclip

Rattler

[Rattler]

Meant to post this one for a long time, primarily had it prepared for Jillys´HANG forum in the "agressioin" thread, but I hink it fits here very well also.

There are two type of men I really hate, pederasts and men who beat their women. Here to the women who suffer such treatment, from the fist album of Bebé, 2005, before she took her 4 years sabbatical, for me one of her best songs ever, what a power in lyrics and music! (the translation cannot fully transport the Spanish meaning):

Apareciste una noche fria con olor a tabaco sucio y a ginebra el miedo ya me recorría mientras cruzaba los deditos tras la puerta Tu carita de niño guapo se l'ha ido comiendo el tiempo por tus venas y tu inseguridad machista se refleja cada día en mis lagrimitas Una vez más, no por favor que estoy cansá y no puedo con el corazón Una vez más, no mi amor por favor, no grites que los niños duermen. Una vez más, no por favor que estoy cansá y no puedo con el corazón Una vez más, no mi amor por favor, no grites que los niños duermen. Voy a volverme como el fuego voy a quemar tus puños de acero y del morao de mis mejillas sacar valor para cobrarme las heridas. Malo, malo, malo eres no se daña a quien se quiere, no tonto, tonto, tonto eres no te pienses mejor que las mujeres Malo, malo, malo eres no se daña a quien se quiere, no tonto, tonto, tonto eres no te pienses mejor que las mujeres El dia es gris cuando tu éstas y el sol vuelve a salir cuando te vas y la penita de mi corazón yo me la tengo que tragar con el fogón mi carita de niña linda se ha ido envejeciendo en el silencio cada vez que me dices puta se hace tu cerebro más pequeño Una vez más, no por favor que estoy cansá y no puedo con el corazón Una vez más, no mi amor por favor, no grites que los niños duermen. Una vez más, no por favor que estoy cansá y no puedo con el corazón Una vez más, no mi amor por favor, no grites que los niños duermen. Voy a volverme como el fuego voy a quemar tus puños de acero y del morao de mis mejillas sacar valor para cobrarme las heridas. Malo, malo, malo eres no se daña a quien se quiere, no tonto, tonto, tonto eres no te pienses mejor que las mujeres Malo, malo, malo eres no se daña a quien se quiere, no tonto, tonto, tonto eres no te pienses mejor que las mujeres... Voy a volverme como el fuego voy a quemar tus puños de acero y del morao de mis mejillas sacar valor para cobrarme las heridas. Malo, malo, malo eres no se daña a quien se quiere, no tonto, tonto, tonto eres no te pienses mejor que las mujeres Malo, malo, malo eres no se daña a quien se quiere, no tonto, tonto, tonto eres no te pienses mejor que las mujeres... Malo, malo, malo eres malo eres, porque quieres Malo, malo, malo eres no me chilles que me duele Eres debil y eres malo no te pienses mejor que yo ni que nadie y ahora yo me fumo un cigarrito y te hecho el humo en el corazoncito porque malo, malo, malo eres, tu malo, malo, malo eres, si malo, malo, malo eres, siempre malo, malo malo eres.

You appeared one cold night smelling of tobacco and gin fear was already creeping up me while crossing my fingers behind the door Your handsome boy´s face lt 'has disappeared through the time and your macho insecurity is reflected every day in my little tears Please, not again, I'm so tired.. I can´t bear it in my heart, Once more again, please not, my love, do not shout, the kids are sleeping. Please, not again, I'm tired of it, I can`t bear it in my heart, Once more again?! Please not, my love, do not shout, the kids are sleeping. I'm going to convert me into fire, I'll burn your fists of steel, and I will find the courage in my purple brown cheeks to make you pay for my wounds. Bad! Bad! Bad you are, you don´t damage what you love! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid you are, stop thinking you are superior to women! Bad! Bad! Bad you are, one doesn´t damage what one loves! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid you are, stop thinking you are superior to women! The day is gray when you're present, and the sun comes back out when you go. And the hurt in my heart I have to swallow at the kitchen fires. My lovely girl's face has aged in the silence, every time you call me whore your brain is getting a bit smaller. Please, not once more again, I'm tired.. I can´t bear it in my heart, Once more again, please not, my love do not shout, the kids are sleeping. Please, not once more again, I'm so tired of it, I can´t bear it in my heart, Once more again, please not, my love do not shout, the kids are sleeping. I'm going to convert me into fire, I'll burn your fists of steel, and I will find the courage coming from my purple brown cheeks to make you pay for my wounds. Bad! Bad! Bad you are, one doesn´t damage what one loves! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid you are, stop thinking you are superior to women! Bad! Bad! Bad you are, one doesn´t damage what one loves! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid you are, stop thinking you are superior to women! I'm going to convert me into fire, I'll burn your fists of steel, and from my purple brown cheeks will come the courage to make you pay for my wounds. Bad! Bad! Bad you are, you don´t damage what you love! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid you are, stop thinking you are superior to women! Bad! Bad! Bad you are, you don´t damage what you love! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid you are, stop thinking you are superior to women! You are bad, bad, bad! You are bad, because you want to! You are bad, bad, bad! Don´t shout, that hurts my ears! You are weak and bad, stop thinking you're... ... better than I or anyone! And now I am going to smoke a cigarette and I will blow the smoke right into your little heart, because:  Bad, bad, bad you are, you! bad, bad, bad you are, yes! bad, bad, bad you are, always! Bad, bad, bad you are!

Bebe - Malo

And, a great - if different - live version from her Italian tour 2006, ay! those beautiful powerful women with big earrings!  

Bebe - Malo

Enjoy or not,

Rattler

[FACman]

I appreciate the artistry and message of this artist, however Malo is much more powerful than La Bicha and touches my sense of justice very deeply. Once again my caveat as to my opinion is in order.

[Rattler]

I appreciate the artistry and message of this artist, however Malo is much more powerful than La Bicha and touches my sense of justice very deeply. Once again my caveat as to my opinion is in order.

That´s what these boards are for, to voice opinions

I, too, find "Malo" more powerful, but I find La Bicha very sensual indeed. Different songs for different times.

Rattler

[Jilly]

Rattler,  you're post on #482 is really something.  So many negatives emotions attached to that song.  Makes me glad I live the simple life.   *sigh*

[Rattler]

Thanks, FACman, Jilly!

Another one of Bebé as I have a hunch her songs are appreciated here. For me she is some kind of "Joan Baez" of our times, both with her first album from 2005 and now, in 2009, with her second album - however different they may be. Those singers are so refreshingly more natural as the "casted" brand of the Britney Spear/Enrique Iglesias type that we get assaulted with since 10 yrs, they sing what they think or feel, they *think* (!), they can play an instrument, they write poems, they are authentic...

I had been following her from various angles (since "Malo" which made me take note of her presence), I have collected vid material about her surroundings, childhood and other stuff (not knowing her at that time, talking ´90+ here, it was through research on my probably never to be finished "Music of the South" aka Flamenco project), I have read and listened to a lot of her interviews she gave, and I have had the luck (or bad luck, time will show) to have met her in person. From all angles I have been impressed.

This one (from her new one) will become my 2010 "Valentine Song for Separated Lovers", it is really hard to translate as she now plays the lyrics much more subtle (and the pics!) and with a lot of double meanings involved, so, I will take the liberty to sometimes provide different translations of the same phrase to transport a bit of this subtlety (or add alternative meanings in parenthesis). For example, the central refrain, "¿donde estabas cuando te llamaba?" translates literally into "Where were you when I phoned you", but it could also  - depending on context - mean "Where were you when I needed you" and many more, I translated it differnetly every time.

Anyway, many of us men who once in their life were left by the woman they loved and without obvious causes to blame (while thinking they had done everything possible and within their power to keep things alive and vivid) have a lot of questions (if they´re the doubting type, of cause) that this song maybe cannot answer but shade a female light on those things we men will never understand but can only guess... my take, that is.

Me fui, pa echarte de menos me fui, pa volver de nuevo me fui, pa estar sola me fui porque estaba tan cerca, casi tan cerca que no puedo ver lo que tengo cerca de mis ojos. Mis manos, que ya no son manos y pienso en vano que un dia vuelvan a darme la vida. Me estoy echando contra los ojos de otro muchacho que al menos cuando me mira me hace reirme un rato, porque los tuyos estan tan lejos de mi que casi no puedo mirarlos Mientras... ¿donde estabas cuando te llamaba? ¿donde estabas cuando te llamaba? ¿donde estabas cuando mi voz se hacia tan pequeña que no salia y se ahogaba en una habitacion o dentro de mi? ¿Donde estabas cuando dormias a mi lado y yo no podia dormir? ¿Donde estabas cuando te escuchaba palabras que no creias ni tu? Entre tanta mierda, dime, ¿donde estabas tu? ¿donde estabas cuando te llamaba? ¿donde estabas cuando te llamaba? ¿donde estabas cuando te llamaba? ¿donde estabas cuando te llamaba? por eso me fui pa echarte de menos me fui, pa volver de nuevo me fui pa estar sola me fui, por eso me fui pa echarte de menos me fui, pa volver de nuevo me fui pa estar sola, me fui ¿donde estabas cuando te llamaba? ¿donde estabas cuando te llamaba? ¿donde estabas cuando te llamaba? ¿donde estabas cuando te llamaba? por eso me fui pa echarte de menos me fui, pa volver de nuevo por eso me fui, pa estar sola me fui, pa volver a hacerlo de nuevo otra vez.

I left, to feel missing you (to see how it would be to miss you) I left, to come back (again/as new) I left, to be alone I left... Because I have been so close, almost *so* close that I can not see anymore what is close to my eyes. My hands, which are no longer hands, and I hope in vain that one day they will give me life back again. I'm throwing myself against the eyes of another guy... At least, when he looks at me, he makes me smile for a moment, because your eyes are so far away from me (so distant), that I can almost not see them (that I can almost not bear looking at them) In the mean time... Where were you when I phoned you? Where were you when I asked for you (r presence)? Where were you when my voice became so small that it did not come out and drowned in a room, or within me? Where were you when you slept at my side and I could not sleep? Where were you when I heard you saying stuff you don´t even believe yourself? Between all this shit, tell me: Where were you? Where were you when I phoned you? Where were you when I called your attention? Where were you when I asked your presence? Where were you when I phoned you? That´s why I left... To feel how it is to miss you, I left, to be new again I left,  to be alone I left, that´s why I left. To feel missing you I left to come back I left to be alone, I left. Where were you when I phoned you? Where were you when I called your attention? Where were you when I asked your presence? Where were you when I phoned you? So I left. To miss you, I left to become new. I left to be alone. I left, to find me soon repeating all this over again (I left, to come back and to start it all new again ).

.....

EDIT by TA: From here on the post has been altered, by me, the vids are not the ones of the original post, youtube fucked us again, just trying to restore the gist...

BEBE - Me fui Dj shaketon

Enjoy,

Rattler

[Jilly]

Oh, that's so sad and torturous.  Good translation there,  Rattler.

[Rattler]

-snip- Good translation there -snip-

Better now, when you read it I was still in the process, this really is almost above my capacities, maybe Solideo has some hints...

Rattler

[Jilly]

You are so thorough and good at what you do, Rattler.  I don't think anyone could do better.   

[Jilly]

What would Christmas be without this John Lennon song?  To all my dear friends on here:

John Lennon - So this is Christmas with Lyrics

[Rattler]

Jilly, I love that you brought this up, I have listened to it for yrs, I like the words as I like the words of the new testament, but here my (cynical) take (see all my dec 24 posts for explanations of alcohol induced cynism if necessary, and do *not* take it personal...), hypocrasy all over the place:

YouTube - Broadcast Yourself.

As one of the recent comments says:

Sevilfate (DEC 24, 2009, hace 43 minutos): I will never look at this? song ever the same after seeing this!

This is the way I have *always* been looking at it (check 0:30, Xmas in A´stan ´79, and ß:48, also a Dec 24...), and I am rather leftish...!

War is over?? If you want it?? Not in your dreams! (and the young ones - of all sides .- will even cherish the fact!  )...

Merry Christmas, sincerely!

Rattler

[Koen]

The Man Machine (Live, Minimum-Maximum) - Kraftwerk

[TechAdmin]

Good Morning!

What a nice song to wake up to on a sunny day, to a tune most of us will know: "...like a promise, you are, like a morning of summer; like a smile you are, like the water of my fountain, like the fire in my house... " )

Parrita "Eres Tú"

TA

[FACman]

A most appropriate one for this site and time of year. A testament to the common man's common sense, and the realization that left to their own devices, they knew the truth in their hearts.

christmas 1914

[Rattler]

Thanks so much for sharing this, the last line says it all.

Rattler

 

[Jilly]

Jilly, I love that you brought this up, I have listened to it for yrs, I like the words as I like the words of the new testament, but here my (cynical) take (see all my dec 24 posts for explanations of alcohol induced cynism if necessary, and do *not* take it personal...), hypocrasy all over the place:

YouTube - Broadcast Yourself.

As one of the recent comments says:

Sevilfate (DEC 24, 2009, hace 43 minutos): I will never look at this? song ever the same after seeing this!

This is the way I have *always* been looking at it (check 0:30, Xmas in A´stan ´79, and ß:48, also a Dec 24...), and I am rather leftish...!

War is over?? If you want it?? Not in your dreams! (and the young ones - of all sides .- will even cherish the fact!  )...

Merry Christmas, sincerely!

Rattler

Now I'm in tears,  Rattler.  That video was hard to watch.  FU*K!.  Yes.  war NEEDS to be over.  I'm sick of it.

[Jilly]

A most appropriate one for this site and time of year. A testament to the common man's common sense, and the realization that left to their own devices, they knew the truth in their hearts.

christmas 1914

I've never heard this one before, FACman.  Thanks for sharing it.

[Jilly]

Do they know it's Christmas.  Live Aid:
 

Do they know it's christmas

[FACman]

A classic from my childhood...

The Christmas Song - Nat King Cole (HQ Audio)