sábado, 9 de mayo de 2009

"LA BAMBOLA". PATTY PRAVO. Biografía.

Patty Pravo (nombre artístico de Nicoletta Strambelli) nace en Venecia en 1948. A los cinco años empieza a estudiar piano y danza en el Teatro la Fenice de Venecia. A los diez años entra en el Conservatorio Benedetto Marcello. Más tarde, se matricula en el curso de dirección de orquesta, pero interrumpe repentinamente los estudios y se marcha a Londres, donde permanece algunos meses. Cuando regresa a Italia, se traslada a Roma y allí la adolescente Nicoletta se transforma en embajadora de la moda hippy. Frecuenta el local más renombrado de la ciudad, el Piper, y llama la atención de importantes directores de cine (Fellini y Antonioni, entre otros) así como de Alberico Crocetta, propietario del Piper, que la anima a cantar. Empieza a exhibirse cantando rhythm'n'blues y, en poco tiempo, se convierte en un ídolo local: es el personaje que encarna las ganas de cambiar y de vivir intensamente de los jóvenes de esa época. En 1966, bajo el seudónimo de Patty Pravo, graba su primer 45 rpm para la ARC (RCA Italiana): "Ragazzo triste", versión de una canción de Sonny Bono. Con esta canción participa en "Scala Reale", un programa televisivo relacionado con la lotería de año nuevo. Los jóvenes de su edad reconocen en ella a un símbolo de rebelión y el disco entra en las clasificaciones y se coloca en el octavo puesto. Pero la chica del Piper crece rápidamente. Un par de éxitos solamente ("Qui e là", con el que participa en el Cantagiro de 1967, y "Se perdo te"), y ya se ha transformado radicalmente: ahora, es una intérprete de clase y una mujer elegante y sofisticada.
El triunfo discográfico no tarda en llegar. En la primavera de 1968 alcanza el primer puesto de la lista de éxitos con "La bambola". Sale su primer y anhelado álbum que incluye éxitos internacionales como "Yesterday", "Old Man River" y "River Deep Mountain High". Se encuentra en gran forma y, en la edición de 1968 de Canzonissima, llega al quinto puesto con "Tripoli 1969" de Paolo Conte. En 1969 la RAI le dedica un programa especial. En el mismo año triunfa en el Festivalbar, donde presenta "Il paradiso" de Mogol-Battisti, mientras que, en otoño, vuelve a Canzonissima con "Rain" de José Feliciano, traducida como "Nel giardino dell'amore". En 1970 participa por primera vez en el Festival de Sanremo. Con Little Tony presenta "La spada nel cuore" y recibe el premio de la crítica. Esta canción se convierte en un gran éxito y también marca el inicio de un cambio radical: sus exigencias artísticas se vuelven más refinadas (graba "Per te" de Battisti, "Non andare via", traducción de "Me ne quitte pas" de Brel, y "Tutt'al più"). A pesar de que el fenómeno Patty Pravo continúa siendo "rentable", su gestión artística se hace más complicada. En 1971 deja la RCA y entra en la Phonogram, con la que graba el sencillo "Love Story" y el álbum "Di vero in fondo" (con la canción de Paoli que da título al disco, "E tornò la primavera" de Guccini, "Emozioni" de Battisti, "Samba preludio" de Vinicius De Moraes y "Le foglie morte"). Siguen otros álbums que no obtienen el éxito esperado a pesar de incluir pequeñas joyas como "Col tempo" de Leo Ferré, "A modo mio" (traducción de "My Way") y "Poema degli occhi" de De Moraes. Desengañada, vuelve otra vez a la RCA y consigue un nuevo éxito con el álbum "Pazza idea" (que incluye las canciones "Poesia" de Riccardo Cocciante y "I giardini di Kensington", traducción de "Walk On The Wild Side" de Lou Reed).

Otra vez se encuentra en los primeros puestos de las clasificaciones. El siguiente disco, "Mai una signora", con arreglos de Bacalov, logra el mismo éxito. En los dos años sucesivos publica "Incontro" y "Tanto", álbum de producción internacional, grabado en Londres y con arreglos de Vangelis. Rompe nuevamente con la RCA: firma un contrato con Ricordi y empieza a experimentar con el funky y la música new wave. El resultado es un álbum llamado "Patty Pravo", demasiado experimental para gustar al gran público. Siguen dos años de silencio discográfico, interrumpidos solamente por provocaciones en la prensa sensacionalista y por un servicio en "Playboy" en el cual aparece desnuda. En 1978 vuelve a la RCA y presenta "Pensiero stupendo" de Ivano Fossati en el festival de St. Vincent. Otra vez se encuentra en los primeros puestos de las listas de éxitos y publica el álbum "Miss Italia". Durante el mismo periodo participa en el programa de variedades de Enzo Trapani "Stryx", una de las transmisiones más singulares de la televisión de esa época. Empieza de nuevo otro periodo atormentado. Graba en Alemania "Munich Album", pero el poco éxito la desilusiona profundamente. Se traslada a los Estados Unidos y, al cabo de tres años, vuelve para grabar "Cerchi", un álbum escrito con Paul Martínez. Pero también este disco es un fracaso Son años atormentados y difíciles. En 1984 firma un contrato con la CGD y vuelve a Sanremo con la canción "Per una bambola". Esta vez el público parece redescubrir a la cantante y la crítica premia a Patty Pravo de nuevo. Con la CGD graba "Occulte persuasioni", pero los resultados no son muy brillantes. Cambia otra vez de compañía discográfica: firma un contrato con la Virgin y vuelve a presentarse en el Festival de Sanremo con "Pigramente signora", pero es otra mala experiencia, y salta otro contrato discográfico . En 1990 se niega a cantar en el Festival de Sanremo "Donna con te" (interpretada luego por Anna Oxa) y se multiplican las dificultades discográficas, la amargura y las incomprensiones. El resto es historia reciente. En 1997, tras varios intentos por recuperar la fama de antaño, obtiene un resultado explosivo en el Festival de Sanremo gracias a la espléndida interpretación de la canción "Dimmi che non vuoi morire", escrita por Vasco Rossi, y al álbum "Notte, guai e libertà", con el cual vuelve a conquistar un público que nunca la había olvidado.


LA BAMBOLA
Tu mi fai girar tu mi fai
girar come fossi una bambola
Poi mi butti giù poi mi butti giù
come fossi una bambola.
Non ti accorgi quando piango,
quando sono triste e stanca
tu pensi solo per te.

No, ragazzo no, no ragazzo
no, del mio amore non ridere.

Non ci gioco più quando
giochi tu sai far male
da piangere.
Da stasera la mia vita
Nelle mani di un ragazzo
no, non la metterò più.
No ragazzo no, tu non
mi metterai tra le dieci
bambole che non ti
piacciono più
oh no, oh no.

Tu mi fai girar tu mi fai
girar come fossi una bambola
Poi mi butti giù poi mi butti giù
come fossi una bambola.
Non ti accorgi quando piango,
quando sono triste e stanca
tu pensi solo per te.

No ragazzo no, tu non
mi metterai tra le dieci
bambole che non ti
piacciono più.

LA BAMBOLA 2008

"SPEED OF SOUND".COLDPLAY.


SPEED OF SOUND
How long before I get in
before it starts, before I begin
how long before you decide
before I know what it feels like
where to?
Where do I go?
if you've never tried then you'll never know
how long do I have to climb
up on the side of this mountain of mine

look up, I look up at night
planets are moving at the speed of light
climb up, up in the trees
every chance that you get
is a chance you seize
how long am I gonna can stand
with my head stuck under the sand
I'll start before I can stop
before I see thing the right way up

all that noise, all that sound
all those places I got found
and birds go flying at the speed of sound
to show how it all began
birds came flying from the underground
if you could see it then you'd understand

ideas that you'll never find
or the inventors could never design
the buildings that you put up
Japan and China... all lit up
the sign that I couldn't read
or the light that I couldn't see
some things you have to believe
but others are puzzles, puzzling me

all that noise, all that sound
all those places I got found
and birds go flying at the speed of sound
to show how it all began
birds came flying from the underground
if you could see it then you'd understand


all those signs I knew what they meant
something you can't invent
Some get made, and some get sent
ooh
words go flying at the speed of sound
to show how it all began
birds came flying from the underground
if you could see it then you'd understand
oh, when you see it then you'll understand.

"BEHIND THESE HAZEL EYES". KELLY CLARKSON.


BEHIND THESE HAZEL EYES
Seems like just yesterday
You were a part of me
I used to stand so tall
I used to be so strong
Your arms around me tight
Everything, it felt so right
Unbreakable, like nothin' could go wrong
Now I can't breathe
No, I can't sleep
I'm barely hanging on

Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes


I told you everything
Opened up and let you in
You made me feel alright
For once in my life
Now all that's left of me
Is what I pretend to be
So together, but so broken up inside
'Cause I can't breathe
No, I can't sleep
I'm barely hangin' on

Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes

Swallow me then spit me out
For hating you, I blame myself
Seeing you it kills me now
No, I don't cry on the outside
Anymore...

Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes

Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes.

"DON´T CHA". PUSSYCAT DOLLS Feat BUSTA RHYMES.


DON´T CHA
Oh, baby dolls

I know you like me (I know you like me)
I know you do (I know you do)
Thats why whenever I come around shes all over you
And I know you want it (I know you want it)
It's easy to see (it's easy to see)
And in the back of your mind
I know you should be home with me

[Chorus]
Dont cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me
Dont cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me
Dont cha, dont cha
Dont cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me
Dont cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me
Dont cha, dont cha

Fight the feeling (fight the feeling)
Leave it alone (leave it alone)
Cause if it aint love
It just aint enough to leave a happy home
Let's keep it friendly (let's keep it friendly)
You have to play fair (you have to play fair)
See, I dont care
But I know she aint gon' wanna share

[Chorus]
Dont cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me
Dont cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me
Dont cha, dont cha , baby
Dont cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me
Dont cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me
Dont cha, dont cha

I know I'm on your mind
I know we'll have a good time
I'm your friend
I'm fun
And I'm fine
I aint lying
Look at me, you aint blind [2x]

See, I know she loves you (I know she loves you)
I understand (I understand)
I'd probably be just as crazy about you
If you were my own man
Maybe next lifetime (maybe next lifetime)
Possibly (possibly)
Until then, Oh friend your'e secret is safe with me

[Chorus]
Dont cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me
Dont cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me
Dont cha, dont cha
Dont cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me
Dont cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me
Dont cha, dont cha.

"DON'T PHUNK WITH MY HEART". BLACK EYED PEAS.


DON'T PHUNK WITH MY HEART
No, no, no, no, don’t phunk with my heart

No, no, no, no, don’t phunk with my heart

I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby)
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby)


Girl, you know you got me, got me
With your pistol shot me, shot me
And I'm here helplessly
In love and nothing can stop me
You can't stop me cause once I start it
Can't return me once you bought it
I'm coming baby, don’t got it (don’t make me wait)
So let’s be about it

No, no, no, no, don’t phunk with my heart

Baby, have some trustin', trustin'
When I come in lustin', lustin'
Cause I bring you that comfort
I ain’t only here cause I want ya body
I want your mind too
Interestin’s what I find you
And I'm interested in the long haul
Come on girl (yee-haw)

(come on)

I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby)
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby)

No, no, no, no, don’t phunk with my heart

Girl, you had me, once you kissed me
My love for you is not iffy
I always want you with me
I'll play Bobby and you’ll play Whitney
If you smoke, I'll smoke too
That’s how much I'm in love with you
Crazy is what crazy do
Crazy in love, I'm a crazy fool

No, no, no, no, don’t phunk with my heart

Why are you so insecure
When you got passion and love her
You always claimin’ I'm a cheater
Think I'd up and go leave ya
For another señorita
You forgot that I need ya
You must’ve caught amnesia
That’s why you don’t believe

(uh, yeah, check it out)

Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, baby
Cause you know you got me by a string, baby
Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, baby
Cause you know you got me by a string, baby

Baby girl, you make me feel
You know you make me feel so real
I love you more than sex appeal
(Cause you’re)
That-tha, that tha, that-tha, that girl

No, no, no, no, don’t phunk with my heart
No, no, no, no, don’t phunk with my heart

That-tha, that tha, that-tha, that girl
That-tha, that tha, that-tha, that girl

I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby)

Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, baby
Cause you know you got me by a string, baby
Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, baby
Cause you know you got me by a string, baby.

"PUMP IT". BLAKC EYED PEAS.


PUMP IT
Ha ha ha
Pump it
Ha ha ha
And pump it (louder) [4x]

Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right

N*ggas wanna hate on us (who)
N*ggas be envious (who)
And I know why they hatin' on us (why)
Cause that's so fabulous (what)
I'ma be real on us (c'mon)
Nobody got nuttin' on us (no)
Girls be all on us, from London back down to the US (s, s)

We rockin' it (contagious), monkey business (outrageous)
Just confess, your girl admits that we the sh*t

F-R-E-S-H (fresh)
D-E-F, that's right we def (rock)
We definite B-E-P, we rappin' it
So, turn it up (turn it up) [3x]
C'mon baby, just


Pump it (louder) [6x]

And say, oh oh oh oh
Say, oh oh oh oh
Yo, yo

Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right now
This joint is fizzlin'
It's sizzlin'
Right

(Yo, check this out right here)
Dude wanna hate on us (dude)
Dude need'a ease on up (dude)
Dude wanna act on up
But dude get shut like flavor shut (down)
Chicks say, she ain't down
But chick backstage when we in town (ha)
She like man on drunk (fool)
She wanna hit n' run (errr)
Yeah, that's the speed
That's what we do
That's who we be
B-L-A-C-K -E -Y-E-D-P to the E, then the A to the S
When we play you shake your ass
Shake it, shake it, shake it girl
Make sure you don't break it, girl
Cause we gonna

Turn it up (turn it up) [3x]
C'mon baby, just
Pump it (louder) [6x]

And say, oh oh oh oh
Say, oh oh oh oh
Yo, yo
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right now
This joint is fizzlin'
It's sizzlin'
Right

Damn (damn) [5x]

Wow

Apl. de ap. from Philippines
Live and direct, rocking this scene
Waiting on down for the B-boys
And B-girls waiting, doin' their thing
Pump it, louder come on
Don't stop, and keep it goin'
Do it, lets get it on
Move it!

Come on, baby, do it

La-da-di-dup-dup die dy
On the stereo
Let those speakers blow your mind
(Blow my mind, baby)
To let it go, let it go
Here we go
La-da-di-dup-dup die dy (c'mon, we're there)
On the radio
The system is gonna feel so fine

Pump it (louder) [6x]

And say, oh oh oh oh
Say, oh oh oh oh
Yo, yo
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right now
This joint is fizzlin'
It's sizzlin'
Right.

"MY HUMPS". BLACK EYED PEAS.


MY HUMPS
What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)

I drive these scrubbers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ice-ys.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and then Donna
Karan, they be sharin'
All their money got me wearin'
Fly gearrr but I ain't askin,
They say they love my ass 'n,
Seven Jeans, True Religion,
I say no, but they keep givin'
So I keep on takin'
And no I ain't fakin'
We can keep on datin'
I keep on demonstrating.

My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
She's got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me. She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside that jeans?
I'm a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
'Cause of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)


I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let's go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

They say I'm really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin' a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin' at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can't touch it,
If u touch it I'ma start some drama,
You don't want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don't pull on my hand boy,
You ain't my man, boy,
I'm just tryn'a dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps x3

In the back and in the front.
My lovin' got u,
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me. She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me.

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside that jeans?
I'ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon' do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I'ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.
She's got me spendin'.
Spendin all your money on me and spendin' time on me
She's got me spendin'.
Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me.

"LOSE MY BREATH". DESTINYS CHILDS.


LOSE MY BREATH
Can you keep up baby boy?
Make me lose my breath
Bring the noise
Make me lose my breath
Hit me hard
Make me lose my ah ah
Can you keep up baby boy?
Make me lose my breath
Bring the noise
Make me lose my breath
Hit me hard
Make me lose my breath

Ooh
I put it right there, made it easy for you to get to
Now you wanna act like you don't know what to do
After I done done everything that you asked me
Grabbed you, grind you, liked you, tried you
Moved so fast, baby now I can't find you
Ooh
I'm startin' to believe that I'm way too much for you
All that talk but it seems like you can't come through
All them lines like you could satisfy me
Now I see where believing you got me
Gave you the wheel but you can't drive me

Can you keep up baby boy?
Make me lose my breath
Bring the noise
Make me lose my breath
Hit me hard
Make me lose my ah ah

Can you keep up baby boy?
Make me lose my breath
Bring the noise
Make me lose my breath
Hit me hard
Make me lose my breath

Ooh
Two things I don't like when I'm trynna get my groove
Is a partner that meets me only halfway, and just can't prove
Take me out so deep when you know you can't swim
Need a lifeguard and I need protection
To put it on me deep in the right direction
Ooh
You understand the facts that I'm trynna give to you
You movin' so slow like you just don't have a clue
Didn't momma teach you to give affection?
Learn the difference from a man and an adolescent
It ain't you boo, so get ta steppin'

Can you keep up baby boy?
Make me lose my breath
Bring the noise
Make me lose my breath
Hit me hard
Make me lose my ah ah
Can you keep up baby boy?
Make me lose my breath
Bring the noise
Make me lose my breath
Hit me hard
Make me lose my breath
Can you keep up baby boy?
Make me lose my breath
Bring the noise
Make me lose my breath
Hit me hard
Make me lose my ah ah
Can you keep up baby boy?
Make me lose my breath
Bring the noise
Make me lose my breath
Hit me hard
Make me lose my breath

If you can't make me say ooh
Like the beat of this drum
Why you ask for some?
You ain't really want none
If you can't make me say ooh
Like the beat of this groove
You don't have no business in this
Here's your papers, baby you are dismissed

Come on, breathe with me, ah, Darkchild, come on

Can you keep up baby boy?
Make me lose my breath
Bring the noise
Make me lose my breath
Hit me hard
Make me lose my ah ah
Can you keep up baby boy?
Make me lose my breath
Bring the noise
Make me lose my breath
Hit me hard
Make me lose my breath
Can you keep up baby boy?
Make me lose my breath
Bring the noise
Make me lose my breath
Hit me hard
Make me lose my ah ah
Can you keep up baby boy?
Make me lose my breath
Bring the noise
Make me lose my breath
Hit me hard
Make me lose my breath.

"HOLLABACK GIRL". GWEN STEFANI.


HOLLABACK GIRL
Uh huh, this my shit
All the girls stomp your feet like this

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just goin' to happen like that
Because I ain't no hollandback girl
I ain't no hollandback girl
[2x]


Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [4x]

I heard that you were talking shit
And you didn't think that I would hear it
People hear you talking like that, getting everybody fired up
So I'm ready to attack, gonna lead the pack
Gonna get a touchdown, gonna take you out
That's right, put your pom-poms down, getting everybody fired up

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just goin' to happen like that
Because I ain't no hollandback girl
I ain't no hollandback girl
[2x]


Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [4x]

So that's right dude, meet me at the bleachers
No principals, no student-teachers
All the boys want to be the winner, but there can only be one
So I'm gonna fight, gonna give it my all
Gonna make you fall, gonna sock it to you
That's right, I'm the last one standing, another one bites the dust

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just goin' to happen like that
Because I ain't no hollandback girl
I ain't no hollandback girl
[2x]


Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [4x]

Let me hear you say, this shit is bananas
B-A-N-A-N-A-S
[4x]

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just goin' to happen like that
Because I ain't no hollandback girl
I ain't no hollandback girl
[2x]

Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [4x].

miércoles, 6 de mayo de 2009

"FRIENDS WILL BE FRIENDS". QUEEN.


FRIENDS WILL BE FRIENDS
Another red letter day
So the pound has dropped and the children are creating
The other half ran away
Taking all the cash and leaving you with the lumber
Got a pain in the chest
Doctor's on strike what you need is a rest

It's not easy love but you've got friends you can trust
Friends will be friends
When you're in need of love they give you care and attention
Friends will be friends
When you're through with life and all hope is lost
Hold out your hands cos friends will be friends right till the end

Now it's a beautiful day
The postman delivered a letter from your lover
Only a phone call away
You tried to track him down but somebody stole his number
As a matter of fact
You're getting used to life without him in your way

It's so easy love cos you got friends you can trust
Friends will be friends
When you're in need of love they give you care and attention
Friends will be friends
When you're through with life and all hope is lost
Hold out your hands cos friends will be friends right till the end

It's so easy love cos you got friends you can trust
Friends will be friends
When you're in need of love they give you care and attention
Friends will be friends
When you're through with life and all hope is lost
Hold out your hands cos friends will be friends right till the end

Friends will be friends
When you're in need of love they give you care and attention
Friends will be friends
When you're through with life and all hope is lost
Hold out your hands cos right till the end-
Friends will be friends.

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