jueves, 20 de octubre de 2011

50 canciones para tatarear

...o al menos las que yo más tarareo cuando estoy solo (o acompañado, que es mucho peor)

si pinchas en el nombre de la canción, puedes escucharla en spotify





50. 'the way you look tonight', tony bennet
     some day when I'm awfully low...I will feel a glow just thinking of you
49. 'black-eyed', placebo
     I was never faithfull and I was never one to trust, borderlining skizoo...
48. 'come as you are', nirvana
     come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be...as and old memoria
47. 'here comes your man', pixies
     outside there's a car box waiting...here comes your man
46. 'road rage', catatonia
     you should be making it easy on yourself...
45. 'the king of the kerb', echobelly
     some boys doing it for themselves...they're the kings of the kerb
44. 'last good day of the year', cousteau
     there's something there...on the last good day of the year
43. 'the wrong girl', belle & sebastian
     I went looking for my darling...I'm not what I could be, I need a true love
42. 'millennium', robbie williams
     we've got stars directing our fate and we're praying it's not too late...
41. 'for what it's worth', the cardigans
     for what it's worth I love you and what is worse I really do
40. 'motorcycle emptiness', manic street preachers
     under neon loniless, motorcycle emptyness
39. 'history repeating', propellerheads
     the world is about, there's something envolving...just a little bit of history repeating
38. 'I was made for lovin' you', kiss
     I was made for lovin' you, baby, you were made for lovin' me
37. 'setting sun', the chemical brothers
     you're the devil in me I brought in from the cold....
36. 'fuck you', lily allen
     your point of view is medieval...fuck you, fuck you very much...
35. 'I can't explain', the who
     can't explain, I think it's love...when I feel blue
34. 'street fighting man', the rolling stones
     except sing for a rock'n'roll band...there's no place for a street fighting man
33. 'dancing queen', abba
     see that girl watch the scene, diggin' the dancing queen...
32. 'everlasting love', love affair
     open up your eyes then you realise here I stand with my everlasting love...
31. 'mr pitiful', the commitments
     they call me mr pitiful, baby that's my name...
     fake tales of san francisco echo through the room...
     tell your children no to walk my way, tell your children no to hear my words...
     I'm going down 2 alphabet street....I'm gonna talk to sexy she'll want me from my head 2 my feet
     nice boys don't play rock'n'roll, nice boys don't play rock'n'roll
     right now! I'm an antichrist I'm an anarchist...
      diamonds are forever, forever...forever and ever!
      I see double up ahead where the riverboat swayed beneath the sun
      hey, mr tambourine man! play a song for me
      I don't know what you say, you don't care anyway....we're like crystal
      hey, hey, my, my...rock'n' roll never dies...
      we're caught in a trap... we can't go on together with your suspicious mind
      that mine's alive on friday street....
     just a perfect day, drink sangria in the park...feed animals in the zoo
      here comes a low (I'm a boy and you're a girl)....here comes everything
      I'm becoming more like alfie
      we're only making plans for nigel, he has his future in a british steel
      I wake up everyday to see her back again...and like a new generation rise
      time takes a cigarette puts it in your mouth, you pull on your finger, then another finger...
      she gets hungry for dinner at eight...she loves the theatre and never gets late
      nothing changes on new year's day....I will be with you again
      see the stars they're shining bright...never let me down again
    if the rain comes they run and hide their heads...when the sun shines
    your daddy works in porno now that mommy's not around...
    people are strange when you're a stranger... when you're strange no one remembers your name
    sometimes I fantasise when the streets are cold and lonely and the cars they burn below me
    a punctured bycicle on a hillside desolate, will nature make a man of me yet?
    alone...listless...breakfast table in a otherwise empty room...young girl...violence
    an extraordinary guy can never have a ordinary day...I dig his friends, I dig his shoes...
    sharia don't like it, rock the casbah...
    I feel it in my bones, oh yeah, I'm tired...and my parents love me...la la la

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