domingo, septiembre 20, 2009

Fleetwood Mac

Hacía tiempo que quería dedicarles un espacio aquí.
Porca miseria que ahora esté en el ciber y la pasta corra. Esta semana intentaré currarme algo más, que la bio de wikipedia es un auténtico truño, y estos chicos se merecen más.
Pero de momento y para quitarme el hipo, ahí va eso:

2009

Fleetwood Mac es una de las bandas de blues y rock más influyentes y comercialmente más exitosas que hayan existido la cual ha sufrido constantemente cambios en su alineación y han sido variadas sus etapas exitosas. Creado a finales de los años 60 cambió su estilo de un blues tradicional a rock y finalmente a un pop suave y elegante. Sus períodos más exitosos fueron en sus inicios, cuando entre sus fundadores figuraba Peter Green, y en los últimos años de la década de los setenta, cuando la voz de Stevie Nicks y las canciones de Lindsey Buckingham tuvieron mucho éxito.

más info regulera en Wikipedia


Un tema clásico y sin duda de los más dulces momentos vocales de Stevie Nicks.

Fleetwood Mac - Sara


lyrics

Wait a minute baby,
Stay with me awhile...
Said you'd give me light
But you never told me about the fire.

Drownin', in the sea of love
Where everyone would love to drown.
But now it's gone, it doesn't matter what for.
So when you build your house, then call me home.

Oooooooo..
And it was just like a great dark wind
Within the wings of a storm.
I think I had met my match.
He was singin'
And undoing and undoing
Oooooooo, the laces, undoing the laces.

He said "Sara, you're the poet in my heart,
Never change, never stop..."
But now it's gone, it doesn't matter what for,
But when you build your house, then call me home.

Hold on, the night is comin'
And the starling flew for days.
I'd stay home at night all the time,
I go anywhere - anywhere - anyway...

Ask me and I'm there, yeah,
Ask me and I'm there, 'cause I care.
In the sea of love, where every woman would love to drown.
But now it's gone, they say it doesn't matter anymore.
If you build your house, then please call me home.

"Sara, you're the poet in my heart,
Never change, and don’t you ever stop..."
But now it's gone; no, it doesn't matter anymore.
When you build your house, I’ll come by.

Ooooooooo, Sara
Ahhhhhhh, Oooooooo

Oh...Oooooooo, Sara, baby
There was a heartbeat and it never really died,
Yes it never really died.
Oh will you swallow your pride?

All I ever wanted was to know that you were dreaming...


aquellos locos 60

salud, mis florecillas

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