dimarts, 15 de novembre del 2011
Acords
I don't want a lot for Christmas
G/B
there is just one thing I need
C
I don't care about the presents
Cm
underneath the Christmas tree
G Bm C/E D
I just want you for my own
G Bm C/E D
more than you could ever know
C
Make my wish come true...
C D G Em C D
All I want for Christmas is you
I don't want a lot for Christmas
there is just one thing I need
I don't care about the presents
underneath the Christmas tree
I don't need to hang my stocking
there upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won't make me happy
with a toy on Christmas day
I just want you for my own
more than you could ever know
Make my wish come true...
All I want for Christmas is you, you, baby
I won't ask for much this Christmas
I won't even wish for snow
I'm just gonna keep on waiting
underneath the mistletoe
I won't even make a list and send it
to the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won't even stay awake to
hear those magic reindeer click
'Cause I just want you here tonight
holding on to me so tight
What more can I do, baby
All I want for Christmas is you, you
B G
All the lights are shining so brightly everywhere
B G
And the sound of children laughter fills the air
Cm G Em
and everyone is singing I hear those sleigh bells swinging
C
Santa won't you bring me the one I really need
D
won't you please bring my baby to me
Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas
this is all I'm asking for
I just want to see baby
standing right outside my door
Oh I just want him for my own
more than you could ever know
Make my wish come true,
all I want for Christmas is you...
all I want for Christmas is you...
dijous, 10 de novembre del 2011
Lady Antebellum - All I Want For Christmas Is You
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you Baby
You Baby
I don't need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won't make me happy
With a toy on Christmas day
I just want you for for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you Baby
All the lights are shining
So brightly everywhere
And the sound of children's
Laughter fills the air
And everyone is singin'
I hear those sleigh bells ringin'
Santa won't you bring me the one I really need
Oh bring my baby to me
I don't want a lot for Christmas
This is all I'm askin' for
I just wanna see my baby
Standing right outside my door
Oh I just want him for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you Baby
You Baby
You Baby
You
divendres, 4 de novembre del 2011
dimarts, 18 d’octubre del 2011
Elvis Presley – Jailhouse Rock
The warden threw a party in the county jail.
The prison band was there and they began to wail.
The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing.
You should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing.
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.
Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone,
Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone.
The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang,
the whole rhythm section was the Purple Gang.
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.
Number forty-seven said to number three:
"You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see.
I sure would be delighted with your company,
come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me."
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.
The sad sack was a sittin' on a block of stone
way over in the corner weepin' all alone.
The warden said, "Hey, buddy, don't you be no square.
If you can't find a partner use a wooden chair."
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.
Shifty Henry said to Bugs, "For Heaven's sake,
no one's lookin', now's our chance to make a break."
Bugsy turned to Shifty and he said, "Nix nix,
I wanna stick around a while and get my kicks."
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.
We are the champions
I've paid my dues -
Time after time -
I've done my sentence
But committed no crime -
And bad mistakes
I've made a few
I've had my share of sand kicked in my face -
But I've come through
We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting - till the end -
We are the champions -
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions - of the world -
I've taken my bows
And my curtain calls -
You brought me fame and fortuen and everything that goes with it
-
I thank you all -
But it's been no bed of roses
No pleasure cruise -
I consider it a challenge before the whole human race -
And I ain't gonna lose -
We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting - till the end -
We are the champions -
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions - of the world -
Satisfaction dels Rollins Stones
I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no satisfaction
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get no, I can't get no
When I'm drivin' in my car
And that man comes on the radio
He's tellin' me more and more
About some useless information
Supposed to fire my imagination
I can't get no, oh no, no, no
Hey hey hey, that's what I say
I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no satisfaction
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get no, I can't get no
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/r/rolling+stones/satisfaction_10243634.html ]
When I'm watchin' my T.V.
And that man comes on to tell me
How white my shirts can be
But he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke
The same cigarrettes as me
I can't get no, oh no, no, no
Hey hey hey, that's what I say
I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no girl reaction
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get no, I can't get no
When I'm ridin' round the world
And I'm doin' this and I'm signing that
And I'm tryin' to make some girl
Who tells me baby better come back later next week
'Cause you see I'm on a losing streak
I can't get no, oh no, no, no
Hey hey hey, that's what I say
I can't get no, I can't get no
I can't get no satisfaction
No satisfaction, no satisfaction, no satisfaction
L'empordà de Sopa de Cabra
Nascut entre Blanes i Cadaqués,
molt tocat per la tramuntana,
d'una sola cosa pot estar segur,
quant més vell més tocat de l'ala.
Sempre deia que a la matinada es mataria,
però cap al migdia anava ben torrat,
somriu i diu que no té pressa
ningú m'espera allà dalt,
i anar a l'infern no m'interessa
es molt més bonic l'empordà!
I varen passar ampolles i anys
i Siset encara aguantava,
dormint la mona a la vora del tren,
però ell mai no s'hi tirava.
Sempre deia que a la matinada es mataria,
però cap al migdia anava ben torrat,
Somriu i diu que no té pressa
ningú m'espera allà dalt,
i anar a l'infern no m'interessa
es molt més bonic l'empordà! (x2)
I quan veig la llum de l'alba,
sento les ganes de saltar,
potser que avui no em suicidi,
potser ho deixi fins demà...fins demà!!!
Help! The Beatles
Help, I need somebody,
Help, not just anybody,
Help, you know I need someone, help.
When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way.
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me?
And now my life has changed in oh so many ways,
My independence seems to vanish in the haze.
But every now and then I feel so insecure,
I know that I just need you like I've never done before.
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me.
When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way.
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me, help me, help me, oh.
dimecres, 28 de setembre del 2011
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dijous, 26 de maig del 2011
Els alumnes de 5è de Primària de l’Escola Estalella i Graells participen en la Corrandescola
L’acte de la Corrandescola va tenir lloc al Centre Cívic Can Felipa, de Barcelona, i va estar conduït per Mateu Matas ‘Xurí’, Mireia Mena i Carles Belda, tres glosadors de renom de l’escena de la paraula improvisada catalana
A l’acte hi van participar 235 alumnes de cinquè i sisè de primària, que van mostrar el seu enginy i habilitat amb l’art de la paraula improvisada. Es van poder escoltar diferents tonades, com ara corrandes, garrotins, cançons de pandero i nyacres.
La Corrandescola és un projecte educatiu destinat a fomentar la revitalització de la cançó improvisada, i a millorar les capacitats de creació i expressió orals dels alumnes.
Des del 2007, Corrandescola impulsa i dóna suport a la glosa com a activitat comunicativa a l’escola, per la seva gran potencialitat en diverses àrees educatives com la llengua, la música, la dramatúrgia, el desenvolupament personal i com a mitjà d’integració social i convivència. Els nois i noies que han participat aquest any a la trobada han estat treballant durant tot l’any amb els mestres de llengua i música, les tonades, l’expressió oral i el joc de la improvisació.
Amb aquest acte, mostra de vitalitat, creativitat expressiva i dinamisme innovador de la llengua catalana, Linguamón celebra el 2011 L'any de la paraula viva, amb motiu del centenari de la Secció Filològica de l’Institut d’Estudis Catalans.
dijous, 14 d’abril del 2011
dimecres, 13 d’abril del 2011
dimecres, 30 de març del 2011
El ventilador
Traemos en la guitarra la bomba de neutrones,
el artefacto más peligroso, que mete ruido por los salones;
acaban de inventarlo unos sabios vividores
juntando cuatro modernos y dos viejos sabrosones.
El secreto de la máquina
está en el ventilador
que mercachifles y marineros
trajeron de Caribe y de Ecuador.
Juntaron rumba y flamenco
y le dieron nuevo sabor
al ritmo de los gitanos
de Somorrostro hasta Mataró.
El ventilador... el ventilador
¡máquina!
El ventilador... el ventilador
¡camina! (bis)
El ventilador, amigos,
es un invento que ha hecho furor,
porque junta en la guitarra
la armonía y la percusión;
seguros de que no pare su ritmo demoledor
la rumba se afinca sola
y va bien segura en el batidor.
Este truco tan ingenioso y de fácil ejecución
seguro que no conoce ni el mismísimo James Bond
todas las grandes potencias ¡ay! pretenden averiguar
hasta el Pacto de Varsovia, el Pentágono y la OTAN.
dimarts, 29 de març del 2011
dilluns, 28 de març del 2011
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dimecres, 16 de març del 2011
dilluns, 14 de març del 2011
divendres, 25 de febrer del 2011
Corrandes...
Ara jo et diré una cosa...
Escolteu el que vull dir-vos...
Ja sabeu tots el que penso...
O repetir el darrer vers que ens han dit!
Per saludar:
Ara jo et diré una cosa
te la dic amb alegria.
Et desitjo amb tot el cor (bis)
Que tinguis un molt bon dia!
Si ens equivoquem:
Ai no m'ho tingueu en compte
que he quedat fet una coca
perdoneu si m'he encatllat ( bis)
Qui té boca s'equivoca!
Ai que perdo la memòria
que això de pensar em cansa
ja he trobat la solució
menjaré cues de pansa!
dijous, 17 de febrer del 2011
La melodia sola de les Nyacres en Do Major
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L'ombra dels Beatles a la meva maleta de cançons
Litus
El cantautor terrassenc Litus ens proposa un viatge per les diverses etapes creatives dels Beatles i la seva influència en la música pop-rock del segle XXI. Des dels inicis, amb Love me do , fins a Let it be , el concert ens mostra la bellesa d'una música que va canviar el món.
Sentirem versions dels Beatles intercalades amb composicions pròpies del cantautor que no s'escapen d'aquesta influència musical, tot demostrant l'herència dels quatre músics de Liverpool en la seva maleta de cançons.
En Litus ha format part de diverses bandes de pop , rock , jazz , blues i soul , i ha enregistrat diferents discs amb el grup Mutis i en solitari. Ha treballat per a altres artistes com a compositor i també com a membre de bandes com la de Paul Carrack en la seva gira per l'Estat espanyol. Ha obtingut dues candidatures als Premis Goya 2008-2009 en les categories de millor cançó i millor música original per la participació en la pel·lícula Carlitos y el campo de los sueños (Globomedia, 2008). Al 2010 reapareix amb el seu últim disc en català Maleta de pedres, un repertori de temes que ha anat recopilant tots aquests anys.
Músics: Litus (veu, piano i guitarra acústica), Jordi Belza (veu, baix i guitarra espanyola) i Joan Eloi Vila (guitarra elèctrica)