...Momentos musicales...
Aquí pongo dos canciones que ultimamente rondan mi cabeza me gustan aunque se alejen de lo que suelo escuchar, pero como he dicho siempre me gustan todos los géneros musicales (en mayor o menor medida) menos uno. La segunda canción es más personal y me identifico más con ella pero la primera es preciosa.
SOMETHING STUPID
I know I stand in line
Until you think you have the time
To spend an evening with me.
And if we go someplace to dance,
I know that there's a chance
You won't be leaving with me.
And afterwards
we drop into a quiet little place
and have a drink or two,
And then I go and spoil it all
by saying something stupid
like "I love you".
I can see it in your eyes
That you despise
the same old lies
you heard the night before.
And though it's just a line to you,
For me it's true
And never seemed so right before.
I practice every day
To find some clever lines to say,
To make the meaning come through.
But then I think I'll wait
until the evening gets late
and I'm alone with you.
The time is right,
your perfume fills my head,
the stars get red and,
oh, the night's so blue.
And then I go and spoil it all
by saying something stupid
like "I love you" ...
I love you ... I love you
I love you ... I love you
MY WAY
And now, the end is here
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and ev'ry highway
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way...
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
and saw it through without exemption,
I planned each charted course,
each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way...
Yes, there were times,
I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off
more than I could chew
But through it all,
when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall
and did it my way...
I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way,
"Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way".
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels
and not the words of one who kneels,
The record shows I took the blows
and did it my way...
Yes, it was my way...
SOMETHING STUPID
I know I stand in line
Until you think you have the time
To spend an evening with me.
And if we go someplace to dance,
I know that there's a chance
You won't be leaving with me.
And afterwards
we drop into a quiet little place
and have a drink or two,
And then I go and spoil it all
by saying something stupid
like "I love you".
I can see it in your eyes
That you despise
the same old lies
you heard the night before.
And though it's just a line to you,
For me it's true
And never seemed so right before.
I practice every day
To find some clever lines to say,
To make the meaning come through.
But then I think I'll wait
until the evening gets late
and I'm alone with you.
The time is right,
your perfume fills my head,
the stars get red and,
oh, the night's so blue.
And then I go and spoil it all
by saying something stupid
like "I love you" ...
I love you ... I love you
I love you ... I love you
MY WAY
And now, the end is here
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and ev'ry highway
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way...
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
and saw it through without exemption,
I planned each charted course,
each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way...
Yes, there were times,
I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off
more than I could chew
But through it all,
when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall
and did it my way...
I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way,
"Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way".
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels
and not the words of one who kneels,
The record shows I took the blows
and did it my way...
Yes, it was my way...