martes, 1 de diciembre de 2009

CANCIONES FAVORITAS. San Franciscan nights.


Desde mediados de los sesentas, The Animals era uno de mis grupos favoritos, toda la "ola inglesa" me mataba pero The Kinks y The Animals, eran cosa aparte, me gustaba por supuesto la voz de Burdon acompqañada por un grupo que no era el mejor que tuvo, pero que no desmerecía, todo mundo estaba fascinado con "House of the rising sun", pero a mí siempre me gustó más ésta, la rola que aquí les presento, una de mis favoritas desde que tenía trece años, hasta ahora.


This following program is dedicated to the city and people of

San Franciscan, who may not know it but they are beautiful and so
is their city this is a very personal song, so if the viewer
cannot understand it particularly those of you who are European
residents save up all your brand and fly trans love airways to
San Franciscan U.S.A., then maybe you'll understand the song, it
will be worth it, if not for the sake of this song but for the
sake of your own peace of mind.

Strobe lights beam create dreams
walls move minds do too
on a warm San Franciscan night
old child young child feel alright
on a warm San Franciscan night
angels sing leather wings
jeans of blue Harley Davisons too
on a warm San Franciscan night
old angels young angels feel alright
on a warm San Franciscan night.

I wasn't born there perhaps I'll die there
there's no place left to go, San Franciscan.

Cop's face is filled with hate
heavens above he's on a street called love
when will they even learn
old cop young cop feel alright
on a warm San Franciscan night
the children are cool
they don't raise fools
it's an american dream
includes indians too.

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