Playlist

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Playlist es una selección personal de

canciones, y de una manera, estados de ánimo, que están reflejadas en imágenes.

Algunas de ellas nunca alcanzarán lo que la música sí, pero la intención no es quitarle merito a la interpretación que cada uno tiene de lo que escucha, sino presentar lo que pasaba por mi cabeza y mis papeles cuando estas canciones sonaban.

Canciones con más volumen, otras con más repeticiones y todas con el esfuerzo de interpretar lo que los autores querían decir, esos mensajes que ellos nos regalaron (o vendieron) y esos mensajes que les quiero dar.

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Playlist Intervention/Arcade Fire Elephant Gun/Beirut Streets of Philadelphia/Bruce Springsteen Grey Room/Damien Rice Tous les Garçons et les Filles/Françoise Hardy Tremor Christ/Pearl Jam No Surprises/Radiohead Cryin’ Time/Ray Charles H/Tool Chacarera de las Cloacas/Arbolito Shine on You Crazy Diamond/Pink Floyd Viernes 3 am/Serú Girán El Pibe de los Astilleros/Los Redondos The Times They Are a Changing/Bob Dylan zu r s o i f

Intervention/Arcade Fire The king’s taken back the throne The useless seed is sown When they say they’re cutting off the phone I’ll tell ‘em you’re not home No place to hide You were fighting as a soldier on their side You’re still a soldier in your mind Though nothing’s on the line You say it’s money that we need As if we’re only mouths to feed I know no matter what you say There are some debts you’ll never pay Working for the church While your family dies You take what they give you And you keep it inside Every spark of friendship and love Will die without a home Hear the soldier groan, “We’ll go at it alone” I can taste the fear Gonna lift me up and take me out of here Don’t wanna fight, don’t wanna die Just wanna hear you cry Who’s gonna throw the very first stone?

Oh! Who’s gonna reset the bone?

Walking with your head in a sling Wanna hear the soldier sing

Working for the Church While my family dies Your little baby sister’s Gonna lose her mind Every spark of friendship and love Will die without a home Hear the soldier groan, “We’ll go at it alone” I can taste your fear It’s gonna lift you up and take you out of here And the bone shall never heal I care not if you kneel We can’t find you now But they’re gonna get their money back somehow And when you finally disappear We’ll just say that you were never here Been working for the church While your life falls apart Singing hallelujah with the fear in your heart Every spark of friendship and love Will die without a home Hear the soldier groan, “We’ll go at it alone”

Elephant Gun/Beirut If I was young, I’d flee this town I’d bury my dreams underground As did I, we drink to die We drink tonight Far from home, elephant gun Let’s take them down one by one We’ll lay it down, it’s not been found It’s not around Let the seasons begin It rolls right on Let the seasons begin Take the big king down Let the seasons begin It rolls right on Let the seasons begin Take the big king down And it rips through the silence Of our camp at night And it rips through the night [Incomprehensible] And it rips through the silence Of our camp at night And it rips through the silence All that is left is all that I hide

Streets of Philadelphia Bruce Springsteen I was bruised and battered and I couldnt tell what I felt I was unrecognizable to myself I saw my reflection in a window I didn’t know my own face Oh brother are you gonna leave me Wastin´away On the streets of philadelphia I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone At night I could hear the blood in my veins Black and whispering as the rain On the streets of philadelphia Aint no angel gonna greet me Its just you and I my friend My clothes don’t fit me no more I walked a thousand miles Just to slip the skin The night has fallen, Im lyinawake I can feel myself fading away So receive me brother with your faithless kiss Or will we leave each other alone like this On the streets of philadelphia

Grey Room/Damien Rice Well I’ve been here before Sat on the floor in a grey grey room Where I stay in all day I don’t eat, but I play with this grey grey food Desolé, if someone is prayin’ then I might break out, Desolé, even if I scream I can’t scream that loud I’m all alone again Crawling back home again Stuck by the phone again Well I’ve been here before Sat on a floor in a grey grey mood Where I stay up all night And all that I write is a grey grey tune So pray for me child, just for a while That I might break out yeah Pray for me child Even a smile would do for now ‘Cause I’m all alone again Crawling back home again Stuck by the phone again

Oh coz nothing is lost, it’s just frozen in frost, And it’s opening time, there’s no-one in line But I’ve still got me to be your open door, I’ve still got me to be your sandy shore I’ve still got me to cross your bridge in this storm And I’ve still got me to keep you warm Warmer than warm, yeah Warmer than warm, yeah Warmer than warm, yeah Warmer than warm, yeah

Have I still got you to be my open door Have I still got you to be my sandy shore Have I still got you to cross my bridge in this storm Have I still got you to keep me warm If I squeeze my grape and I drink my wine Coz if I squeeze my grape and I drink my wine

Tous les Garçons et les Filles/Françoise Hardy tous les garsons et les filles de mon age se promanent dans la rue deux par deux tous les garsons et les filles de mon age savent bien ce que c’est d’atre heureux

et les yeux dans les yeux et la main dans la main ils s’en vont amoureux sans peur du lendemain oui mais moi, je vais seule par les rues, l’ame en peine oui mais moi, je vais seule, car personne ne m’aime

mes jours comme mes nuits sont en tous points pareils sans joies et pleins d’ennuis personne ne murmure “je t’aime” a mon oreille tous les garsons et les filles de mon age font ensemble des projets d’avenir tous les garsons et les filles de mon age savent tras bien ce qu’aimer veut dire et les yeux dans les yeux et la main dans la main ils s’en vont amoureux sans peur du lendemain oui mais moi, je vais seule par les rues, l’ame en peine oui mais moi, je vais seule, car personne ne m’aime mes jours comme mes nuits sont en tous points pareils sans joies et pleins d’ennuis oh! quand donc pour moi brillera le soleil? comme les garsons et les filles de mon age connaatrais-je bienta’t ce qu’est l’amour? comme les garsons et les filles de mon age je me demande quand viendra le jour oa les yeux dans ses yeux et la main dans sa main j’aurai le coeur heureux sans peur du lendemain le jour oa je n’aurai plus du tout l’ame en peine le jour oa moi aussi j’aurai quelqu’un qui m’aime

Tremor Christ/Pearl Jam Winded is the sailor...drifting by the storm...

Wounded is the organ he left all...bloodied on the shore...

Gorgeous was his savior, sees her...drowning in his wake...

I barely taste the salt of her tears, born...are just plain fake...

Little secrets, tremors...turned to quake...

The smallest oceans still get...big, big waves...

Ransom paid the Devil...He whispers pleasing words...

Triumphant are the angels if they can...a get there first...

with no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, Silence, silence.

This is my final fit, my final bellyache, with no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises please.

No alarms and no surprises (get me outta here), no alarms and no surprises (get me outta here), no alarms and no surprises, please.

A heart that’s full up like a landfill, a job that slowly kills you, bruises that won’t heal.

You look so tired-unhappy, bring down the government, they don’t, they don’t speak for us.

I’ll take a quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide, Such a pretty house and such a pretty garden.

Little secrets tremors...turned to quake...

The smallest oceans still get...big, big waves...

I’ll decide...take the dive...

Take my time...not my life...

Wait for signs...believe in lies...

To get by...it’s divine...whoa...

Oh, you know what it’s like...

Turns the bow back, tows and...drops the line...

Puts his faith and love in Tremor Christ...

No Surprises/Radiohead

Cryin’ Time/Ray Charles

Oh, it’s cryin’ time again, you’re gonna leave me I can see that far away look in your eyes I can tell by the way you hold me darlin’ Oooh That it won’t be long before it’s cryin’ time Now they say that absence makes the heart grow fonder (fonder) And that tears are only rain to make love grow Well my love for you could never grow no stronger (stronger) If I lived to be a hundred years old Oh, it’s cryin’ time again, you’re gonna leave me I can see that far away look in your eyes I can tell by the way you hold me darlin’. Yeah now That it won’t be long before it’s cryin’ time Now you say you’ve found someone that you love better (better) That’s the way it’s happened every time before And as sure as the sun comes up tomorrow (‘morrow) Cryin’ time will start when you walk out the door Oh, it’s cryin’ time again, you’re gonna leave me I can see that far away look in your eyes I can tell by the way you hold me darlin’. Alright now That it won’t be long before it’s cryin’ time (That it won’t be long before it’s cryin’ time)

H/Tool What’s coming through is alive.

What’s holding up is a mirror.

But what’s singing songs is a snake Looking to turn my piss to wine.

They’re both totally void of hate, But killing me just the same.

Considerately killing me.

Without the skin here, Beneath the storm.

Under these tears now, The walls came down.

The snake behind me hisses What my damage could have been.

My blood before me begs me And as the snake is drowned Open up my heart again.

And as I look in his eyes, And I feel this coming over like a storm again.

My fear begins to fade Considerately.

Recalling all of those times.

I could have cried then.

Venomous voice, tempts me, I should have cried then.

Drains me, bleeds me, Leaves me cracked and empty.

And as the walls come down Drags me down like some sweet gravity.

And as I look in your eyes My fear begins to fade The snake behind me hisses Recalling all of the times What my damage could have been.

I have died My blood before me begs me and will die.

Open up my heart again.

It’s all right.

And I feel this coming over like a storm again now.

(I don’t mind) And I feel this coming over like a storm again now.

I am too connected to you To slip away, fade away.

Days away I still feel you Touching me, changing me,

I am too connected to you To slip away, fade away.

Days away I still feel you Touching me, changing me, Considerately killing me.

Chacarera de las Cloacas/Arbolito Una nena chiquitita Pasa familia completa va barriendo la vereda, con los carros de dos ruedas, donde va a dormir con mami ya no buscan ilusiones o con lo que queda de ella? solo papel y madera.

Pero cuando salga el sol, brillarán tus ojos otra vez.

Cuanto falta pa’ que salga el sol? eso depende de vos, y de muchos, muchos como vos.

Chacarera, chacarera, en que cuarto hemos caído, ya no quiero seguir muerto en un pozo que no es mío Pero cuando salga el sol, brillarán tus ojos otra vez. eso depende de vos, ¿Cuanto falta pa’ que salga el sol? y de muchos, muchos como vos.

Shine on You Crazy Diamond/Pink Floyd Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

Now there’s a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom, blown on the steel breeze.

Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!

You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

Well you wore out your welcome with random precision, rode on the steel breeze.

Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!

El Pibe de los Astilleros/Los Redondos Fue unos meses a Caseros y su “strato” roja se hizo el torbellino que hoy suena en la radio.

La ceniza no caía desde su cigarro y estaba en sus ojos desarmándote.

Alquiló una rana rubia, tibia y haragana; se moría de ganas de matarla.

Una linda damita de Concordia, el más bello fuselaje que jamás lustró.

Le hizo un par de promesas imprudentes y así fue que de ellas se aburrió.

Las minitas aman los payasos y la pasta de campeón.

El pibe de los astilleros nunca se rendía, tuvo un palacete por un par de días.

Rapiñaba montado a los containers el maldito amor que tanto miedo da.

Fue por una lluvia que realmente moje (que pusiera fin a su aventura).

Un final feliz para pimpollos allí estaba, al fin, acechándolo.

Ciertos reyes no viajan en camello; ellos andan el tranco del amor.

Esos tipos soplan con el viento al rebaño y su temor.

La fiebre de un sábado azul y un domingo sin tristezas.

Esquivas a tu corazón y destrozas tu cabeza, y en tu voz, sólo un pálido adios y el reloj en tu puño marcó las tres.

El sueño de un sol y de un mar y una vida peligrosa cambiando lo amargo por miel y la gris ciudad por rosas te hace bien, tanto como hace mal te hace odiar, tanto como querer y más.

Cambiaste de tiempo y de amor y de música y de ideas Cambiaste de sexo y de Dios de color y de fronteras pero en sí, nada más cambiarás y un sensual abandono vendrá y el fin.

Y llevas el caño a tu sien apretando bien las muelas y cierras los ojos y ves todo el mar en primavera bang, bang, bang hojas muertas que caen, siempre igual, los que no pueden más se van.

Viernes 3 am/Serú Girán

The Times They Are a Changing/Bob Dylan Come gather ‘round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You’ll be drenched to the bone.

If your time to you Is worth savin’ Then you better start swimmin’ Or you’ll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin’.

Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won’t come again And don’t speak too soon For the wheel’s still in spin And there’s no tellin’ who That it’s namin’.

For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin’.

Come senators, congressmen Please heed the call Don’t stand in the doorway Don’t block up the hall For he that gets hurt Will be he who has stalled There’s a battle outside ragin’.

It’ll soon shake your windows And rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin’.

Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And don’t criticize What you can’t understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command Your old road is Rapidly agin’.

Please get out of the new one If you can’t lend your hand For the times they are a-changin’.

The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The order is Rapidly fadin’.

And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin’.

Intervention/Arcade Fire

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Released Genre Length Label

December 28, 2006 (digital) Indie rock, Alternative 4:17 Rough Trade Records, Merge Records

Elephant Gun/Beirut Released Genre Length Label

June 25, 2007 Alternative 5:47 4AD Records

Streets of Philadelphia/Bruce Springsteen Released Genre Length Label

February 2, 1994 Rock, heartland rock 3:15 Columbia

Grey Room/Damien Rice Released Genre Length Label

3 November 2006 Folk 5:43 Heffa

Tous les Garรงons et les Filles/Franรงoise Hardy

5 6 7

Released June 1962 Genre French pop Length 3:08

Tremor Christ/Pearl Jam Released Genre Length Label

November 22, 1994 Grunge 4:12 Epic

No Surprises/Radiohead Released Genre Length Label

12 January 1998 Alternative rock, art rock, dream pop 3:49 Parlophone

Cryin’ Time/Ray Charles

8 9

Released Genre Length Label

H/Tool

Released Genre Length Label

1966 R&B 2:53 ABC-Paramount Records March 1997 Progressive rock, progressive metal 6:07 Volcano

Chacarera de las Cloacas/Arbolito

10 11

Released 2007 Género Folkrore Duración 4:09

Shine on You Crazy Diamond/Pink Floyd Released Genre Length Label

15 September 1975 Progressive rock 26:05 (all parts) Harvest, EMI (UK)

Viernes 3 am/Serú Girán

12 13 14

Released 1979 Género Rock, Jazz Fusion, Progressive Rock Duración 4:18

El Pibe de los Astilleros/Los Redondos Released 1991 Género Rock Duración 3:34

The Times They Are a Changing/Bob Dylan Released Genre Length Label

January 13, 1964 Folk 45:36 Columbia

Playlist Intervention/Arcade Fire Elephant Gun/Beirut Streets of Philadelphia/Bruce Springsteen Grey Room/Damien Rice Tous les Garçons et les Filles/Françoise Hardy Tremor Christ/Pearl Jam No Surprises/Radiohead Cryin’ Time/Ray Charles H/Tool Chacarera de las Cloacas/Arbolito Shine on You Crazy Diamond/Pink Floyd Viernes 3 am/Serú Girán El Pibe de los Astilleros/Los Redondos The Times They Are a Changing/Bob Dylan

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