No sé como definirlo, pero yo me descojono con este video.
domingo, 25 de noviembre de 2007
jueves, 22 de noviembre de 2007
Algunos lo llaman eric clapton otros la mano de dios
Existe algo mejor que eric clapton drogado y borracho pérdido? sí, drogado y borracho tocando una canción desesperada, layla.(y pensar que george harrison también se la tiraba...xD)
Esta canción es orgásmica, solo miren sus dedos como se mueven.
PD:no hagan caso al inutil de phil collins, le proporcionaba la droga para dejarle tocar,pobres led zeppelin xD.
Todo un genio este clapton.
Otra canción de regalo, que menudo solo también.
White room-Eric clapton
Esta canción es orgásmica, solo miren sus dedos como se mueven.
PD:no hagan caso al inutil de phil collins, le proporcionaba la droga para dejarle tocar,pobres led zeppelin xD.
Todo un genio este clapton.
Otra canción de regalo, que menudo solo también.
White room-Eric clapton
domingo, 11 de noviembre de 2007
Welcome to the hotel california
Que gran canción, necesitaba ponerla, es una de las mejores canciones de la historia, cuya letra es tan sumamente grande que saltan las lagrimas de lo buena que es.
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year, you can find it here
Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the captain,
’please bring me my wine’
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
’relax,’ said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year, you can find it here
Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the captain,
’please bring me my wine’
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
’relax,’ said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!
jueves, 8 de noviembre de 2007
domingo, 4 de noviembre de 2007
Invadir Polonia
La mejor inspiración para hacerlo es Ride of the Valkyries(es solo un acto, curiosamente el acto III) de Wagner.
Un saludo friki
Un saludo friki
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