Mirror

El pasado miércoles en el Astrolabi no tocamos esta canción. Y ya está. Dedicada a Sidonie, el grupo favorito de Depop, a quienes vimos en concierto este domingo. Nos hacen felices.

Mirror

With you on my mind on

everything's simple and fine cos'

the world we are living

together enduring the love

Meet me under the light

I'll be waiting there for you

Singing a lullaby

Mirror is broken, like a bottle of time

I'm so tired, I'm so nice

I could be waiting for you,

For a thousand years or more

Meet me under the light

I'll be waiting there for you Singing a lullaby

With you on my mind on everything's simple and fine cos' the world we are living together enduring the love

of the both of us on...

The Pop

The Pop

I just can't sing it cos' it's too strong

My love for her grows, grows on and on

Now I can't think of, of none else

This crazy feelling, that has no sense...

And I can see a million, of faces behind me

They tell me about your eyes that cry

When you know you've got to set me free

And I can see the place where

The stars they always shine

As I can feel my mind that's

Working to find a place in the sky

I just can't sleep and I just can't breath

This crazy feelling that I can¡t grip

Now I don't mean to

To be understood, I need to tell you

That I need you

And I can see a million, of faces behind me They tell me about your eyes that cry When you know you've got to set me free And I can see the place where The stars they always shine As I can feel my mind that's Working to find a place in the sky

No reply, baby

Ayer tuvo lugar un hecho completamente inusual e inédito. A causa de la alineación cósmica de diversas constelaciones estelares, planetas, satélites y demás, Depop ofreció ayer su primer y, probablemente, único concierto en el Pastís. Creemos que fue muy majo, que nos vino muy bien a todos y además nos regalaron flores y anillos con forma de flor luminosa, hechos de material no comestible. Y ahora una canción para Jordi Mestre. Visitad SU weblog, Burning Umbrellas, cuyo link encontraréis por aquí.

No reply - The Beatles ---------------------- This happened once before, when I came to your door, no reply. They said it wasn't you, but I saw you peep through your window, I saw the light, I saw the light, I know that you saw me, 'cos I looked up to your face. I tried to telephone, they said you were not home, that's a lie, 'cos I know where you've been, I saw you walk in your door, I nearly died, I nearly died, 'cos you walked hand in hand with another man in my place. If I were you'd realise that I love you more than any other guy, and I'll forgive the lies that I heard before when you gave me no reply. I've tried to telephone, they said you were not home, that's a lie, 'cos I know where you've been, I saw you walk in your door, I nearly died, I nearly died, 'cos you walked hand in hand with another man in my place. No reply, no reply.

DePop en concierto

Concierto íntimo pero, al fin y al cabo, concierto.

Este miércoles y el próximo 15 de junio podremos escuchar las canciones de su disco "Oil" y otros temas de antaño pero que suenan mejor que nunca.

¿Os lo vais a perder?

A las 22:30h en L'Astrolabi

C/Martínez de la rosa, 14

L3, L5

fcb

Campions!!! Visca el Barça!!! Y cómo no, The Pop se suma a la celebración con:

fcb

I'm not going to tell you anything but true

There's a cloud above us and we need to go through

Walls are full of words from the crazy boys

They're all wrong but I think they're not so far away

Ah! You're in my soul, I'm not alone

You know I'm always with you

When whistles are there, handkerchieves flow

Know I'm always with you...

Sunday and my sadness is painted of red and blue

Everybody there they're better than you

I'm not going to tell you anything but true

There's a cloud above us and we need to go through

Ah! You're in my soul, I'm not alone You know I'm always with you When whistles are there, handkerchieves flow Know I'm always with you...

Uh! You're in my soul, I'm not alone

Futbol Club Barcelona!!!

When whistles are there, handkerchieves flow

Know I'm always with you...

Always with you...

Horse with no name

Bueno, esta es un "oldie". Que no está en Oil, vamos. Debe ser del 97 o 98... aunque, qué mardará, no? Nos enamora su entrada: sobre el acorde inicial ya entran las dos voces, no hay introducción instrumental ni nada. A saco. A nuestra bola. Snaa.

Horse with no name

Can you imagine the feelling I get

When I feel your hands touching my hands

I can't understand what happens to me

When I finally know that she's loving me

Don't ask me why I feel so alone now

Don't say goodbye like you used to do

Don't drink my wine, my heart's remaining dry

Try to get up with a smile on your face

While I'm down on my knees and I beg you to stay

I give you my tears I gave you all my love

Now I see it's not worth to cry all alone

See it with my eyes

Why are you so blind

See it with my eyes

My heart's remain', my heart's remain'

My hearts remaining dry

Now I'm riding a horse with no chair

And no reigns in his head

And I'm jumping again and again

And I'm sitting alone in a train

And I dream about you in a crowd

With no face, with no name

With no name, with no name

With no name....

Name

Love our baby

Love our baby

Everybody is on the fighting line

Tell our baby to be there tonight

Holde her close, don't let her be alone

Tell her not to give it up

Dancing cubes are telling us the truth

They are flying in an empty pool

Take her far from all the pain in here

Take care of our baby, please

Fire burns, bodies lying all around us

Take her back , hold her close

That has been here said before

Love our baby as our baby love us too

Is my child, but I'm glad to be strong

When she's not there

Her words rounding my head...

You must keep running, take her far from here

Garden of time

Fire burns, bodies lying all around us

Take her back , hold her close That has been here said before Love our baby as our baby love us too...

Take care of our baby...

Take care of our baby...

Take care of our baby...

Scared

Para Jenny, en agradecimiento por todo lo que nos está ayudando con esta aventura, por la paciencia que tiene con nuestros perjudicados cerebros empapados en alcohol y otras sustancias poco recomendables. Si consultáis en el perfil, también podreis ver nuestra monísima foto!! Si si, somos nosotros!!! Por ese precioso banner que podeis ver en la cabecera de este weblog, puesto que es obra suya!! A que estamos guapos??? ;) This is your favourite one Jenny! Enjoy! Espero no dejarme ningún verso!

Scared

Why you think that I'm scared, if you don't know me

Why're you asking me to stay, if you don't want me

And I stay with you all night, and I treat you right

Why do your lips taste so sweet, but you don't kiss me

Meaningless is all I say, but I'm not talking (to you)

I'm not talking, to anyone at all, to anyone at all

Don't think about anything I say, don't think about anything I say

Don't think try to fly again

Why you think that I'm scared, if you don't know me Why're you asking me to stay, if you don't want me

You don't want me, like anyone at all, like anyone at all

Don't think about anything I say, Don't think about anything I say

Don't think try to fly again

www.laheliado.yo/hoy

Hace muchos años pertenecía a un grupo de cumbas que cometíamos estupideces sin parar durante años y años. Ese rollo de hacer excursiones y creer en Dios y tal. Un desastre vamos. En una ocasión fuimos todo este grupo a hacer una visita guiada al Cotolengo. Visita guiada, eso sí. Fue realmente chocante, lo digo en serio, una experiencia que merece ser vivida. Pues bien, para los que os preguntéis el porqué de esta extraña introducción, os invito a que le echéis un vistazo a este blog. Ha cambiado verdad?? Pues lo he hecho yo. Cuando fui al Cotolengo pude ver que, por desgracia, hay gente a la que la fortuna no le sonríe jamás en la vida. Aún así, CUALQUIER SER HUMANO DE LOS QUE HABIA EN EL COTOLENGO EN LOS AÑOS 90 HUBIERA SIDO INCAPAZ DE LLEVAR A CABO SEMEJANTE DESASTRE EN UN WEBLOG, EN nuestra WEBLOG!!! SÓLO YO SOY CAPAZ!! Y LO HE HECHO! En fin, espero poder solucionarlo sin romper nada más. Ah! Y que sepais que no era mi intención herir la sensibilidad de nadie. Birraboy

Welcome everybody!!

Bienvenidos todos a la nueva, nuevísima blog de The Pop!! Ya iba siendo hora la verdad, de que The Pop tuviera algo parecido a una web!! Desde aquí intentaremos informar de todo lo que tenga que ver con The Pop, desde conciertos hasta letras de canciones. Como veréis, ya he colgado la primera, la de Pop is here, y espero ir colgando muchas más, tanto las de Oil como las nuevas canciones que vamos escribiendo. Es la primera vez que hacemos algo así, y como podréis ver aún está en pañales, pero iremos mejorándolo siempre que se pueda. Snaa.

Pop is here

Pop is here to make us free let the clouds sink in the sea

And the birds will spread the news

And the world stop rolling round and round

Free of singing songs, and we'll never sing alone

Black-red-yellow old flag, yellow old flag, yellow old flag...

Take a picture of my soul, paint it over, paint brown

And the world stop rolling round and round, round and round

Fire! To burn the killing ones

Water! And we'll try to turn off the sun...

And the birds will spread the news, and they'll make it fire...

Here! To make us free, let the clouds sink in the sea

And the birds will spread the news

And the world stop rolling round and round, round and round

When the world is crumbling down in black hole

The postman will arrive, giving the news...

I feel so down and I just want to burn it with

Fire! To burn the killing ones

Water! And we'll try to turn off the sun...

And the birds we'll spread the news...

And they'll make it fire...