Flaca (2)
Flaca (2)
En la serie de mis vídeos desconocidos, esta canción de cuando YouTube era joven:
Músicas mías
Last to Please
domingo, 31 de enero de 2016
Last to please
Mi Vimeo lo dejé de actualizar cuando llegué a los 300 vídeos, pero no lo cerré exactamente, y ahí sigue. Aquí la última canción mía que gustó en Vimeo—una de Bob Dylan era, del 78. Buen año aquél.
Where Are You Tonight? (Journey Through Dark Heat) from Jose Angel García Landa on Vimeo.
Mon fils chante 6
sábado, 30 de enero de 2016
Mon fils chante 6
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Concierto de la plaza - Abandoned Love
jueves, 31 de diciembre de 2015
Concierto de la plaza - Abandoned Love
Abandoned Love
I can hear the turning of the key
I’ve been deceived by the clown inside of me.
I thought that he was righteous but he’s vain
Oh, something’s a-telling me I wear the ball and chain.
My patron saint is a-fighting with a ghost
He’s always off somewhere when I need him most.
The Spanish moon is rising on the hill
But my heart is a-tellin’ me I love ya still.
I come back to the town from the flaming moon
I see you in the streets, I begin to swoon.
I love to see you dress before the mirror
Won’t you let me in your room one time ’fore I finally disappear?
Everybody’s wearing a disguise
To hide what they’ve got left behind their eyes.
But me, I can’t cover what I am
Wherever the children go I’ll follow them.
I march in the parade of liberty
But as long as I love you I’m not free.
How long must I suffer such abuse
Won’t you let me see you smile one time before I turn you loose?
I’ve given up the game, I’ve got to leave,
The pot of gold is only make-believe.
The treasure can’t be found by men who search
Whose gods are dead and whose queens are in the church.
We sat in an empty theater and we kissed,
I asked ya please to cross me off-a your list.
My head tells me it’s time to make a change
But my heart is telling me I love ya but you’re strange.
One more time at midnight, near the wall
Take off your heavy make-up and your shawl.
Won’t you descend from the throne, from where you sit?
Let me feel your love one more time before I abandon it.
—oOo—