Picture yourself in the living room your pipe and slippers set out for you I know you think that it ain't too far
But I hear the call of a lifetime ring felt the need to get up for it oh you cut out the middleman get free from the middleman
You got no time for the messenger, got no regard for the thing that you don't understand, you got no fear of the underdog, that's why you will not survive!
I want to forget how conviction fits but can I get out from under it? Can I gut it out of me? It can't all be wedding cake It can't all be boiled away I try but I can't let go of it Can't let go of it,
Cause you don't talk to the water boy and there's so much you could learn but you don't want to know, You will not back up an inch ever, that's why you will not survive,
The thing that I tell you now It may not go over well And it may not be photo-op in the way that I spell it out
But you won't hear from the messenger, don't wanna know bout something that you don't understand, You got no fear of the underdog, that's why you will not survive! (Hey!)
Nuevo disco irresistible de Spoon. Quizá el más cercano, el más inmediato, el menos extravagante. Indie-rock de toda la vida con personalidad y acierto. Otro de nuestros favoritos.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand, Vanished from my hand, Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping. My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet, I have no one to meet And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship, My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels To be wanderin'. I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun, It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run And but for the sky there are no fences facin'. And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind, I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're Seein' that he's chasing.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Este capítulo de la serie El lince con botas nunca será emitido por Canal Extremadura televisión. Y es una pena. Una pena porque los trabajadores de Libre Producciones han demostrado que son capaces de hacer programas de televisión con calidad, que además de entretenernos, nos enseñan realidades que no conocíamos. Algo poco habitual en la televisión actual, pero, si nos ceñimos a la recién nacida televisión extremeña, podemos afirmar que nos encontramos ante un caso único. Este capítulo no se emite por censura, porque aporta una visión diferente a la que quieren -con un empeño inusitado- imponernos desde las altas jerarquías de la Junta de Extremadura, y eso que en este capítulo se limitan a poner encima de la mesa -delante de los ojos de los espectadores- una realidad que cualquiera que no vaya a llevarse una comisión conoce: es inconcebible instalar una refinería de petroleo (en un sitio en el que no hay petroleo) en mitad de una tierra dedicada a la agricultura.
Leo en el excelente blog la verdad del pajarito que Libre Producciones ha presentado una docena de programas para que sean producidos y emitidos por Canal Extremadura televisión, pero que todos han sido rechazados. Son programas de libros, de cine, de gente de Extremadura que reivindica, de rutas a pie, ... en resumen, programas que se salen del guión predominante en la llamada caja tonta del telefilm americano cutre, la telenovela o la casposa limitación de los magazines verpestinos o matutinos. En fin, que quieren que todo esté atado y bien atado y los resultados saltan a la vista: cualquiera que vea Canal Extremadura televisión se dará cuenta de la precariedad y de "lo más de lo mismo pero en peor" que emite. Una pena, y ya van dos.
En definitiva, desde aquí doy las gracias a Libre Producciones por enseñarnos que hay un camino diferente al marcado por las altas esferas de la "progresía", por enseñarnos que no todo tiene un precio. Muchas gracias. [+]
