miércoles, 31 de diciembre de 2008

2Pac - My Block (Remix)

Here's a song by Tupac: My Block.
It's a song which appeared in the soundtrack for the documentary "The Show". I am posting here the song in an embed youtube video along with its lyrics, so that you can follow it and think about its content.




[2Pac]
Damn, take a ride, to my block
My block, that's right! Heh
F'real on my motherfucking block

[Verse One]
They got a nigga
Shedding tears, reminiscing on my past fears
Cause shit was hectic for me last year
It appears that I've been marked for death, my heartless breath
The underlying cause of my arrest, my life is stressed
And no rest forever weary, my eyes stay teary
for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery
Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary
But at times unnecessary, I'm getting worried
Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
And certain death for us ghetto bastards
What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire
Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die
But don't cry through your despair
I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggas on welfare
And who cares if we survive
The only time they notice a nigga is when he's clutching on a four-five
My neighborhood ain't the same
Cause all these little babies going crazy and they suffering in the game
And I swear it's like a trap
But I ain't given up on the hood, it's all good when I go back
Hoes show me love, niggas give me props
Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

[Chorus: a bunch of kids - see the liner notes]
Living life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see (on my block)
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still prayyyyyy
But on our block we still prayyyyyy...

[Verse Two]
Now shit's constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots
Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops
Black male slipping in hail when will we prevail
Fearing jail but crack sales got me living well
And the system's suicidal with this Thug's Life
Staying strapped forever trapped in this drug life
God help me, cause I'm starving, can't get a job
So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard
Can't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt
Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Mislead from childhood where I went astray
Till this day I still pray for a better way
Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
From the start I felt the racism cause I'm dark
Couldn't quit the bullshit make me represent
Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went
In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own
I close my eyes and picture home... on my block

[Chorus w/ minor variations]

[Verse Three]
And I can't help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die
Caught strays from AK's and the driveby
Swollen pride and homicide, don't coincide
Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside
Cause our block is filled with danger
Used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers
Time changes us to stone them crack pipes
All up and down the block exterminating black life
But I can't blame the dealers
My mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels
Shit's real, I know ya feel, my tragedy
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Hanging out picking up game, sipping cheap liquor
Gamin the hoochies hoping I can get to sleep with her
It's a man's world, staying strapped
Fantasies of a nigga living phat, but held back
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless
Wide eyed and losing focus... on my block

[Chorus w/ minor variations]

[Verse Four]
And block parties in the projects lasting way past daylight
A young nigga learned to break night
Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen
I send them ends, but it's tough on a friend, in my mind
I see the same motherfuckers balling
Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call
I know the young niggas understand this
Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous
I reminisce on the fast times, past crimes
Trying to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime
Can't explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game
Gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame
And what's strange is everybody knows my name, swear they all know me
And lots of cash make a nigga change
I hit the green just to maintain, feeling pain
For all the niggas that I lost to the game... from my block

[Chorus w/ minor variations; kids repeat last line over and over]

[2Pac - speaking over Chorus]
Rest in peace to all the motherfuckers who passed away
From all the blocks that I'm from
One-twelve street, 7th Avenue, New York, Uptown, knahmsayin?
183rd and Walt, my block, that's right
122nd and Morningside, my block, that's right
Decatur Avenue, Baltimore, my block, that's right
In the jungle of Marin City, that's my block, that's right
Los Angeles, haha, that's my block too
Oakland, can't forget Oaktown, that's my block for sure
And all the other blocks around this motherfucker
Houston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago
All y'all niggas stay kicking up dust
Represent the motherfucking block


I hope you share my taste, because I really like this song, its lyrics, its rhythm...

jueves, 4 de diciembre de 2008

La Vida

La vida es una oportunidad, aprovéchala.
La vida es belleza, admírala.
La vida es beatitud, saboréala.
La vida es un sueño, hazlo realidad.

La vida es un reto, afróntalo.
La vida es un juego, juégalo.
La vida es preciosa, cuídala.
La vida es riqueza, consérvala.
La vida es un misterio, descúbrelo.

La vida es promesa, cúmplela.
La vida es amor, gózalo.
La vida es tristeza, supérala.
La vida es un himno, cántalo.
La vida es una tragedia, domínala.

La vida es aventura, vívela.
La vida es felicidad, merécela.
La vida es vida, defiéndela.
Teresita de Calcuta saw it all this way.
Let us all feel this same way forever...
Let us all just feel it's possible...
Let us all never loose hope...
Let us all know we can...
Let us all realise...
We can...
We should...
We are, We choose, and that's the way it goes...

"Choosers will be beggars if the begging's not their choosing" - the Disreputable Dog.

source: from my old blog posted at 3:09, monday 25 dec. 2oo6

domingo, 23 de noviembre de 2008

HURT - Johnny Cash and Nine Inch Nails versions

Original Nine Inch Nails song Johnny Cash's cover  
 
 

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of shit
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

 
I found this song highly emotional since the first time I listened to it not more than two weeks ago. Its original author is Trent Reznor (Nine Inch Nails), and the first video in this post is a live performance at the band's Self Destruct tour in 1995. A gigant screen was dropped on stage showing different images, such as war atrocities, nuclear bomb explosions, animals and a fox decomposing in reverse. This pictures provoke in me a sense of loss, guiltiness, nostalgia,inevitability and other similar reactions that have a lot to do with the lyrics of the song. "If I could start again / A million miles away", "Everyone I know / goes away in the end" and other quotes from the song fit with the photographs, allowing the listener and watcher to grow a feeling inside themselves, a feeling that's different in everyone, but finally reduced to the emotion which the song gets it's title from: HURT. The second video is the cover version by Johnny Cash, who depicts his own feelings of the song in the video, showing important moments of his own life. I recommend you watch both videos.

sábado, 15 de noviembre de 2008

Starting Point

Hola, ¿que tal?...
Asi empiezo con mi primera entrada de este blog... ejejj, muy chorra, ¿verdad?.
Estaba pensando en empezarlo hace unas semanas y por fin me decidi.
Creo que como mucho tendre tiempo para actualizarlo una vez a la semana. He pensado que algunas entradas las escribire en ingles, solo algunas, ya que viene bien hacer uso de este idioma si se conoce bien.
Como vereis, he añadido algunos links en el lateral, con acceso a mis videos subidos en Youtube, asi como a algo de musica.
¿Tematica?
Pues me imagino que nada en concreto... Quiza hable de viajes que he hecho y quiero hacer, de musica, noticias de actualidad, experiencias... No lo se, sera variado.
Venga, pues ahora, esperando que alguien lea esto, le doy a "publish post" y a correr.
¡Gracias por pasarte!