Archive for: October 2006

Banda: R.E.M
Canción: Final Straw
Tipo: Anti-war

As I raise my head to broadcast my objection
As your latest triumph draws the final straw
Who died and lifted you up to perfection?
And what silenced me is written into law.

I can’t believe where circumstance has thrown me
And I turn my head away
If I look I’m not sure that I could face you.
Not again. not today. not today.

If hatred makes a play on me tomorrow
And forgiveness takes a back seat to revenge
There’s a hurt down deep that has not been corrected.
There’s a voice in me that says you will not win.

And if I ignore the voice inside,
Raise a half glass to my home.
But it’s there that I am most afraid,
And forgetting doesn’t hold. it doesn’t hold.

Now I don’t believe and I never did
That two wrongs make a right.
If the world were filled with the likes of you
Then I’m putting up a fight. I’m putting up a fight.
Putting up a fight. make it right. make it right.

Now love cannot be called into question.
Forgiveness is the only hope I hold.
And love- love will be my strongest weapon.
I do believe that I am not alone.

For this fear will not destroy me.
And the tears that have been shed
It’s knowing now where I am weakest
And the voice in my head. in my head.

Then I raise my voice up higher
And I look you in the eye
And I offer love with one condition.
With conviction, tell me why.
Tell me why.
Tell me why.
Look me in the eye.
Tell me why.

Autor: John Mellemcamp
Canción: To Wahsington

Mensaje directo en contra de George Bush, hoy por hoy considerado por muchos el peor presidente de los EEUU en los últimos 100 años

Eight years of peace and prosperity
Scandal in the White House
An election is what we need
From coast-to-coast to Washington

So America voted on a president
No one kept count
On how the election went
From Florida to Washington

Goddamn, said one side
And the other said the same
Both looked pretty guilty
But no one took the blame
From coast-to-coast to Washington

So a new man in the White House
With a familiar name
Said he had some fresh ideas
But it’s worse now since he came
From Texas to Washington

And he wants to fight with many
And he says it’s not for oil
He sent out the National Guard
To police the world
From Baghdad to Washington

What is the thought process
To take a humans life
What would be the reason
To think that this is right
From heaven to Washington
From Jesus Christ to Washington

Canción: Guantanamera
Autor: José Martí
Tipo: Contra la Guerra (Crisis de los Misiles 1960’s)

Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crece la palma,
Y antes de morirme quiero
Echar mis versos del alma.

Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera

Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmin encendido
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
Que busca en el monte amparo.

Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera

Cultivo una rosa blanca,
En Julio como en Enero,
Para el amigo sincero
Que me da su mano franca.

Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera

Y para el cruel que me arranca
El corazón con que vivo,
Cardo ni urtiga cultivo:
Cultivo la rosa blanca.

Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera

Yo sé de un pesar profundo
Entre las penas sin nombres:
La esclavidad de los hombres
Es la gran pena del mundo!

Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera

Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar.
Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar,
El arroyo de la sierra
Me complace más que el mar.

Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.