<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105595401361926057</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:01:25.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>??????????????</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciolecolant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5105595401361926057/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciolecolant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>patricio.lecolant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105595401361926057.post-2266380735516545886</id><published>2008-07-24T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T06:01:40.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oasis - Wonderwall</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-7UnmoTK9bQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-7UnmoTK9bQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.thenotdead.com/resourceserver/2444/e9c4455d-a317-4f4c-9f70-108d736bae98/d59/rglang/es-ES/filename/wonderwall.jpg" src="http://www.thenotdead.com/resourceserver/2444/e9c4455d-a317-4f4c-9f70-108d736bae98/d59/rglang/es-ES/filename/wonderwall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is gonna be the day&lt;br /&gt;       That they're gonna throw it back to you&lt;br /&gt;       By now you should've somehow&lt;br /&gt;       Realized what you gotta do&lt;br /&gt;       I don't believe that anybody&lt;br /&gt;       Feels the way I do about you now&lt;br /&gt;       Backbeat the word was on the street&lt;br /&gt;       That the fire in your heart is out&lt;br /&gt;       I'm sure you've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;       But you never really had a doubt&lt;br /&gt;       I don't believe that anybody feels&lt;br /&gt;       The way I do about you now&lt;br /&gt;       And all the roads we have to walk along are winding&lt;br /&gt;       And all the lights that lead us there are blinding&lt;br /&gt;       There are many things that I would&lt;br /&gt;       Like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;       I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;       Because maybe&lt;br /&gt;       You're gonna be the one who saves me ?&lt;br /&gt;       And after all&lt;br /&gt;       You're my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;       Today was gonna be the day?&lt;br /&gt;       But they'll never throw it back to you&lt;br /&gt;       By now you should've somehow&lt;br /&gt;       Realized what you're not to do&lt;br /&gt;       I don't believe that anybody&lt;br /&gt;       Feels the way I do&lt;br /&gt;       About you now&lt;br /&gt;       And all the roads that lead to you were winding&lt;br /&gt;       And all the lights that light the way are blinding&lt;br /&gt;       There are many things that I would like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;       I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;       I said maybe&lt;br /&gt;       You're gonna be the one who saves me ?&lt;br /&gt;       And after all&lt;br /&gt;       You're my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;       I said maybe&lt;br /&gt;       You're gonna be the one who saves me ?&lt;br /&gt;       And after an&lt;br /&gt;       You're my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;       Said maybe&lt;br /&gt;       You're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;br /&gt;       You're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;br /&gt;       You're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy va a ser el día&lt;br /&gt;       Que ellos van a tirarlo atrás de ti&lt;br /&gt;       Ahora debes tener algún modo&lt;br /&gt;       Comprendido de lo que vas a hacer&lt;br /&gt;       Yo no creo que nadie&lt;br /&gt;       Sienta de la manera que yo siento por ti ahora&lt;br /&gt;       La palabra criticar estaba en la calle&lt;br /&gt;       Aquel fuego en tu corazón se ha ido&lt;br /&gt;       Estoy seguro que lo has escuchado todo antes&lt;br /&gt;       Pero realmente nunca tuviste una duda&lt;br /&gt;       Yo no creo que nadie&lt;br /&gt;       Sienta de la manera que yo siento por ti ahora&lt;br /&gt;       Y todos los caminos que tenemos que caminar son sinuosos&lt;br /&gt;       Y todas las luces que nos guían nos están cegando&lt;br /&gt;       Hay muchas cosas que&lt;br /&gt;       Me gustaría decirte&lt;br /&gt;       No sé cómo&lt;br /&gt;       Porque tal vez&lt;br /&gt;       ¿Vas a ser quién me va a salvar?&lt;br /&gt;       Y después de todo&lt;br /&gt;       Tu eres mi maravilla&lt;br /&gt;       ¿Hoy va a ser el día?&lt;br /&gt;       Pero ellos nunca lo van a tirar atrás de ti&lt;br /&gt;       Ahora debes tener algún modo&lt;br /&gt;       Comprendido de lo que vas a hacer&lt;br /&gt;       Yo no creo que nadie&lt;br /&gt;       Sienta de la manera que yo siento&lt;br /&gt;       Por ti ahora&lt;br /&gt;       Y todos los caminos que llevan a ti son sinuosos&lt;br /&gt;       Y todas las luces que iluminan el camino están cegando&lt;br /&gt;       Hay muchas cosas que me gustaría decirte&lt;br /&gt;       No sé cómo&lt;br /&gt;       Dije tal vez&lt;br /&gt;       ¿Vas a ser quién me va a salvar?&lt;br /&gt;       Y después de todo&lt;br /&gt;       Tu eres mi maravilla&lt;br /&gt;       Dije tal vez&lt;br /&gt;       ¿Vas a ser quién me va a salvar?&lt;br /&gt;       Y después de todo&lt;br /&gt;       Tu eres mi maravilla&lt;br /&gt;       Dije tal vez&lt;br /&gt;       Tu vas a ser quien me va a salvar&lt;br /&gt;       Tu vas a ser quien me va a salvar&lt;br /&gt;       Tu vas a ser quien me va a salvar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan Adams -Wonderwall ( atlanta )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N6xX6ZE16PI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N6xX6ZE16PI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noel ( acoustic )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HZqscSWtHmo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HZqscSWtHmo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5105595401361926057-2266380735516545886?l=patriciolecolant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciolecolant.blogspot.com/feeds/2266380735516545886/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5105595401361926057&amp;postID=2266380735516545886' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5105595401361926057/posts/default/2266380735516545886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5105595401361926057/posts/default/2266380735516545886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciolecolant.blogspot.com/2008/07/oasis-wonderwall.html' title='Oasis - Wonderwall'/><author><name>patricio.lecolant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105595401361926057.post-6302472041566037759</id><published>2008-07-24T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T05:52:20.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nirvana - Sappy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.poster.net/nirvana/nirvana-kurt-guitar-4900119.jpg" src="http://www.poster.net/nirvana/nirvana-kurt-guitar-4900119.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5BE1KRj5iiM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5BE1KRj5iiM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you say your prayers&lt;br /&gt;        You will make God happy&lt;br /&gt;        And if you do what's true&lt;br /&gt;        You will make me happy&lt;br /&gt;        I'll keep you in a jar&lt;br /&gt;        And you will seem happy&lt;br /&gt;        I'll give you breathing holes&lt;br /&gt;        You will think you're happy, now&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        You're in a laundry room&lt;br /&gt;        You're in a laundry room&lt;br /&gt;        You're in a laundry room&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        And if you save yourself&lt;br /&gt;        You will make him happy&lt;br /&gt;        He'll bring you fine rewards&lt;br /&gt;        Then you will feel happy&lt;br /&gt;        I'll keep you in my room&lt;br /&gt;        I'm sure you'll be happy&lt;br /&gt;        And if you save your soul&lt;br /&gt;        You will think you're happy now&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        You're in a laundry room&lt;br /&gt;        You're in a laundry room&lt;br /&gt;        You're in a laundry room&lt;br /&gt;        You're in a laundry room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si dices tus oraciones&lt;br /&gt;        Harás feliz a Dios&lt;br /&gt;        Y si haces lo que es verdad&lt;br /&gt;        Me harás feliz&lt;br /&gt;        Lo guardaré en un frasco&lt;br /&gt;        Y tu parecerás feliz&lt;br /&gt;        Yo te daré agujeros respiratorios&lt;br /&gt;        Pensarás que estás contento, ahora&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Estás en una lavandería&lt;br /&gt;        Estás en una lavandería&lt;br /&gt;        Estás en una lavandería&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Y si te salvas&lt;br /&gt;        Lo harás feliz&lt;br /&gt;        Te traerá buenas recompensas&lt;br /&gt;        Entonces te sentirás feliz&lt;br /&gt;        Yo lo guardaré en mi cuarto&lt;br /&gt;        Estoy seguro que estarás contento&lt;br /&gt;        Y si salvas tu alma&lt;br /&gt;        Pensarás que ahora estás contento&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Estás en una lavandería&lt;br /&gt;        Estás en una lavandería&lt;br /&gt;        Estás en una lavandería&lt;br /&gt;        Estás en una lavandería&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5105595401361926057-6302472041566037759?l=patriciolecolant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciolecolant.blogspot.com/feeds/6302472041566037759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5105595401361926057&amp;postID=6302472041566037759' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5105595401361926057/posts/default/6302472041566037759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5105595401361926057/posts/default/6302472041566037759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciolecolant.blogspot.com/2008/07/nirvana-sappy.html' title='Nirvana - Sappy'/><author><name>patricio.lecolant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105595401361926057.post-8117175821072901467</id><published>2007-12-30T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T22:15:43.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don McLean - Vincent (starry starry night)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vincent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://bipolarworks.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/starry-night.jpg" src="http://bipolarworks.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/starry-night.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E5-kMXwkmPk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E5-kMXwkmPk&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                  Starry, starry night.&lt;br /&gt;Paint your palette blue and grey,&lt;br /&gt;Look out on a summer's day,&lt;br /&gt;With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Shadows on the hills,&lt;br /&gt;Sketch the trees and the daffodils,&lt;br /&gt;Catch the breeze and the winter chills,&lt;br /&gt;In colors on the snowy linen land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand what you tried to say to me,&lt;br /&gt;How you suffered for your sanity,&lt;br /&gt;How you tried to set them free.&lt;br /&gt;They would not listen, they did not know how.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they'll listen now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starry, starry night.&lt;br /&gt;Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,&lt;br /&gt;Swirling clouds in violet haze,&lt;br /&gt;Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.&lt;br /&gt;Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,&lt;br /&gt;Weathered faces lined in pain,&lt;br /&gt;Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand what you tried to say to me,&lt;br /&gt;How you suffered for your sanity,&lt;br /&gt;How you tried to set them free.&lt;br /&gt;They would not listen, they did not know how.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they'll listen now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For they could not love you,&lt;br /&gt;But still your love was true.&lt;br /&gt;And when no hope was left in sight&lt;br /&gt;On that starry, starry night,&lt;br /&gt;You took your life, as lovers often do.&lt;br /&gt;But I could have told you, Vincent,&lt;br /&gt;This world was never meant for one&lt;br /&gt;As beautiful as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starry, starry night.&lt;br /&gt;Portraits hung in empty halls,&lt;br /&gt;Frameless head on nameless walls,&lt;br /&gt;With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.&lt;br /&gt;Like the strangers that you've met,&lt;br /&gt;The ragged men in the ragged clothes,&lt;br /&gt;The silver thorn of bloody rose,&lt;br /&gt;Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,&lt;br /&gt;How you suffered for your sanity,&lt;br /&gt;How you tried to set them free.&lt;br /&gt;They would not listen, they're not listening still.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they never will...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 class="firstHeading"&gt;Don McLean&lt;/h1&gt;       &lt;h3 id="siteSub"&gt;De Wikipedia, la enciclopedia libre&lt;/h3&gt;              &lt;div id="jump-to-nav"&gt;Saltar a &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don_McLean#column-one"&gt;navegación&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don_McLean#searchInput"&gt;búsqueda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- start content --&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don McLean&lt;/b&gt;, (nació el &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/2_de_octubre" title="2 de octubre"&gt;2 de octubre&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1945" title="1945"&gt;1945&lt;/a&gt; en &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Rochelle" title="New Rochelle"&gt;New Rochelle&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nueva_York" title="Nueva York"&gt;Nueva York&lt;/a&gt;) es un &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cantautor" title="Cantautor"&gt;cantautor&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Estados_Unidos" title="Estados Unidos"&gt;estadounidense&lt;/a&gt;, principalmente famoso por su &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balada" title="Balada"&gt;balada&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1971" title="1971"&gt;1971&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Pie" title="American Pie"&gt;American Pie&lt;/a&gt;", sobre un acontecimiento que se conoce como &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=El_d%C3%ADa_en_que_muri%C3%B3_la_m%C3%BAsica&amp;amp;action=edit" class="new" title="El día en que murió la música"&gt;El día en que murió la música&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; y se basa en la muerte de Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens y Big Booper en un accidente aéreo. Este tema que en 2001 fue versionado por &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madonna" title="Madonna"&gt;Madonna&lt;/a&gt; en su disco "&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Music" title="Music"&gt;Music&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Un poema sobre McLean, "Killing Me Softly With His Blues" de &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Lori_Lieberman&amp;amp;action=edit" class="new" title="Lori Lieberman"&gt;Lori Lieberman&lt;/a&gt;, se convirtió en una &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canci%C3%B3n" title="Canción"&gt;canción&lt;/a&gt; llamada "Killing Me Softly" por &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Fox" title="Charles Fox"&gt;Charles Fox&lt;/a&gt; y &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Norman_Gimbel&amp;amp;action=edit" class="new" title="Norman Gimbel"&gt;Norman Gimbel&lt;/a&gt;. Lieberman fue el primero en grabarla (1971), aunque la canción alcanzaría su mayor éxito por los diferentes &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cover" title="Cover"&gt;covers&lt;/a&gt; que se hicieron. Uno de los principales fue en &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1973" title="1973"&gt;1973&lt;/a&gt; con la &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Voz" title="Voz"&gt;voz&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roberta_Flack" title="Roberta Flack"&gt;Roberta Flack&lt;/a&gt; y casí un cuarto de &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siglo" title="Siglo"&gt;siglo&lt;/a&gt; más tarde, en &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1996" title="1996"&gt;1996&lt;/a&gt;, otra versión de &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fugees" title="The Fugees"&gt;The Fugees&lt;/a&gt; la volvió a lanzar a la fama.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;En &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1981" title="1981"&gt;1981&lt;/a&gt;, McLean llegó al lugar número uno internacional con el clásico de &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roy_Orbison" title="Roy Orbison"&gt;Roy Orbison&lt;/a&gt; "Crying". El mismo Orbison describió, en una oportunidad, a McLean como "la voz del siglo", y una futura regrabación del tema vio como Roy Orbison incorporaba elementos de la versión de McLean.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Curiosamente la banda estadounidense de punk rock NOFX en su álbum "45 Or 46 Songs That Werent Good Enough To Go On Our Other Records" realizo una version a su estilo de la canción "Vincent".&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="Discograf.C3.ADa" id="Discograf.C3.ADa"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2&gt; &lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;Discografía&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: normal; float: none; margin-left: 0px;font-size:small;" class="editsection" &gt;[&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Don_McLean&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;section=1" title="Editar sección: Discografía"&gt;editar&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tapestry&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1970" title="1970"&gt;1970&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;American Pie&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1971" title="1971"&gt;1971&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don McLean&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1972" title="1972"&gt;1972&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Playin' Favorites&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1973" title="1973"&gt;1973&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Homeless Brother&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1974" title="1974"&gt;1974&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Solo&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1976" title="1976"&gt;1976&lt;/a&gt;) (directo)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Prime Time&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1977" title="1977"&gt;1977&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chain Lightning&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1978" title="1978"&gt;1978&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Believers&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1981" title="1981"&gt;1981&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dominion&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1982" title="1982"&gt;1982&lt;/a&gt;) (directo)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;For The Memories I &amp;amp; II&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1986" title="1986"&gt;1986&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1987" title="1987"&gt;7&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love Tracks&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1987" title="1987"&gt;1987&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Headroom&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1990" title="1990"&gt;1990&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Favourites and Rarities&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1993" title="1993"&gt;1993&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;River of Love&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1995" title="1995"&gt;1995&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don McLean Sings Marty Robbins&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/2001" title="2001"&gt;2001&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Starry Starry Night&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/2001" title="2001"&gt;2001&lt;/a&gt;) (directo)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;You've Got To Share&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/2003" title="2003"&gt;2003&lt;/a&gt;) ("The Kid's Album")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="wn"&gt;The Western Album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/2003" title="2003"&gt;2003&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christmastime!&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/2004" title="2004"&gt;2004&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rearview Mirror&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/2005" title="2005"&gt;2005&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5105595401361926057-8117175821072901467?l=patriciolecolant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciolecolant.blogspot.com/feeds/8117175821072901467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5105595401361926057&amp;postID=8117175821072901467' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5105595401361926057/posts/default/8117175821072901467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5105595401361926057/posts/default/8117175821072901467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciolecolant.blogspot.com/2007/12/don-mclean-starry-starry-night.html' title='Don McLean - Vincent (starry starry night)'/><author><name>patricio.lecolant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105595401361926057.post-1367094240300611593</id><published>2007-11-30T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T06:33:48.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen  - Too Much Love Will Kill You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Too Much Love Will Kill You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EceOhfqYQhw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EceOhfqYQhw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Braian may Con Luciano Pavarotti: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C7FGPIRJx6I&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C7FGPIRJx6I&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just the pieces of the man I used to be&lt;br /&gt;        Too many bitter tears are raining down on me&lt;br /&gt;        I'm far away from home&lt;br /&gt;        And I've been facing this alone&lt;br /&gt;        For much too long&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        I feel like no-one ever told the truth to me&lt;br /&gt;        About growing up and what a struggle it would be&lt;br /&gt;        In my tangled state of mind&lt;br /&gt;        I've been looking back to find&lt;br /&gt;        Where I went wrong&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Too much love will kill you&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        If you can't make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;        Torn between the lover&lt;br /&gt;        And the love you leave behind&lt;br /&gt;        You're headed for disaster&lt;br /&gt;        'cos you never read the signs&lt;br /&gt;        Too much love will kill you&lt;br /&gt;        Every time&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        I'm just the shadow of the man I used to be&lt;br /&gt;        And it seems like there's no way out of this for me&lt;br /&gt;        I used to bring you sunshine&lt;br /&gt;        Now all I ever do is bring you down&lt;br /&gt;        How would it be if you were standing in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;        Can't you see that it's impossible to choose&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        No there's no making sense of it&lt;br /&gt;        Every way I go I'm bound to lose&lt;br /&gt;        Too much love will kill you&lt;br /&gt;        Just as sure as none at all&lt;br /&gt;        It'll drain the power that's in you&lt;br /&gt;        Make you plead and scream and crawl&lt;br /&gt;        And the pain will make you crazy&lt;br /&gt;        You're the victim of your crime&lt;br /&gt;        Too much love will kill you&lt;br /&gt;        Every time&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Too much love will kill you&lt;br /&gt;        It'll make your life a lie&lt;br /&gt;        Yes, too much love will kill you&lt;br /&gt;        And you won't understand why&lt;br /&gt;        You'd give your life, you'd sell your soul&lt;br /&gt;        But here it comes again&lt;br /&gt;        Too much love will kill you&lt;br /&gt;        In the end...&lt;br /&gt;        In the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRADUCCION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(TANTO AMOR TE VA A MATAR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy solo los restos del hombre que solía ser,&lt;br /&gt;        infinitas lágrimas van cayendo sobre mí&lt;br /&gt;        Estoy lejos de casa&lt;br /&gt;        y he estado enfrentando esto solo&lt;br /&gt;        ya por demasiado tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Siento como que nadie me ha dicho nunca la verdad&lt;br /&gt;        sobre el madurar y como salir adelante&lt;br /&gt;        En mi confuso estado de ánimo,&lt;br /&gt;        he estado haciendo un recuento tratando de ver&lt;br /&gt;        en donde estuve mal.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Tanto amor te va a matar&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Si no puedes cambiar tu forma de pensar&lt;br /&gt;        entre el amante &lt;br /&gt;        y el amor que dejaste atrás,&lt;br /&gt;        Te estás encaminado al desastre,&lt;br /&gt;        porque nunca escuchaste las advertencias.&lt;br /&gt;        Tanto amor te va a matar.&lt;br /&gt;        Todo el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Soy solo la sombra del hombre que solía ser&lt;br /&gt;        Y pareciera como que no hay salida para mí&lt;br /&gt;        Yo solía iluminarte,&lt;br /&gt;        y ahora todo lo he hecho es tirarte abajo&lt;br /&gt;        Como sería si estuvieses en mis zapatos...&lt;br /&gt;        Que no puedes ver que es imposible de decidir&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Esto no tiene sentido&lt;br /&gt;        Cada vez que vuelvo estoy destinado a perder.&lt;br /&gt;        Tanto amor te va a matar&lt;br /&gt;        estoy tan seguro como nadie.&lt;br /&gt;        Esto terminará agotando la fuerza que hay en ti&lt;br /&gt;        te hará suplicar, gritar  y arrastrar&lt;br /&gt;        y el dolor te volverá loco&lt;br /&gt;        Eres la víctima de tu crimen&lt;br /&gt;        Tanto amor te va a matar&lt;br /&gt;        Todo el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Tanto amor te va a matar&lt;br /&gt;        Hará de tu vida una mentira&lt;br /&gt;        Sí, tanto amor te va a matar&lt;br /&gt;        Y no entenderás el porqué&lt;br /&gt;        Has dado tu vida, has vendido tu alma&lt;br /&gt;        Pero, aquí viene otra vez&lt;br /&gt;        Tanto amor te va a matar&lt;br /&gt;        al fin de cuentas….&lt;br /&gt;        al fin de cuentas…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5105595401361926057-1367094240300611593?l=patriciolecolant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciolecolant.blogspot.com/feeds/1367094240300611593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5105595401361926057&amp;postID=1367094240300611593' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5105595401361926057/posts/default/1367094240300611593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5105595401361926057/posts/default/1367094240300611593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciolecolant.blogspot.com/2007/11/queen-too-much-love-will-kill-you.html' title='Queen  - Too Much Love Will Kill You'/><author><name>patricio.lecolant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105595401361926057.post-2621768311589059165</id><published>2007-11-30T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T06:26:26.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.E.M -  Imitation of life</title><content type='html'>Imitation of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aOmOwPNFtQY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aOmOwPNFtQY&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charades, pop skill&lt;br /&gt;        Water hyacinth, named by a poet&lt;br /&gt;        Imitation of life.&lt;br /&gt;        Like a koi in a frozen pond.&lt;br /&gt;        Like a goldfish in a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;        I don't want to hear you cry.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thats sugarcane that tasted good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Thats cinnamon, thats Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;        C'mon, c'mon no one can see you try.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        You want the greatest thing&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The greatest thing since bread came sliced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        You've got it all, you've got it sized.&lt;br /&gt;        Like a Friday fashion show teenager&lt;br /&gt;        Freezing in the corner&lt;br /&gt;        Trying to look like you don't try.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thats sugarcane that tasted good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Thats cinnamon, thats Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;        C'mon, c'mon no one can see you try.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        No one can see you cry.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That sugar cane that tasted good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        That freezing rain, that's what you could.&lt;br /&gt;        C'mon, c'mon on no one can see you cry.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        This sugarcane&lt;br /&gt;        This lemonade&lt;br /&gt;        This hurricane, I'm not afraid.&lt;br /&gt;        C'mon, c'mon no one can see you cry.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        This lightning storm&lt;br /&gt;        This tidal wave&lt;br /&gt;        This avalanche, I'm not afraid.&lt;br /&gt;        C'mon, c'mon no one can see me cry.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That sugar cane that tasted good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        That's who you are, that's what you could.&lt;br /&gt;        C'mon, c'mon on no one can see you cry.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That sugar cane that tasted good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        That's who you are, that's what you could.&lt;br /&gt;        C'mon, c'mon on no one can see you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRADUCCION :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(imitacion de la vida)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Charadas, talento para el pop&lt;br /&gt;        Jacinto de agua, nombrado por un poeta&lt;br /&gt;        Imitación de la vida.&lt;br /&gt;        Como un Koi en un estanque congelado&lt;br /&gt;        Como un pez de colores en un tazón&lt;br /&gt;        No quiero escucharte llorar&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esa es una caña de azúcar que tenía un sabor tan bueno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Es canela, es Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;        Vamos, vamos nadie te puede ver intentarlo.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Quieres lo más grande&lt;br /&gt;        Lo mejor que hay&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lo tienes todo, lo tienes evaluado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Como un show en viernes de moda adolescente&lt;br /&gt;        Congelándote en la esquina&lt;br /&gt;        Intentando lucir así no lo intentes&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esa es una caña de azúcar que tenía un sabor tan bueno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Es canela, es Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;        Vamos, vamos nadie te puede ver intentarlo.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Nadie te puede ver llorar&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esa es una caña de azúcar que tenía un sabor tan bueno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Es canela, es Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;        Vamos, vamos nadie te puede ver intentarlo.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Esta caña de azúcar&lt;br /&gt;        Esta limonada&lt;br /&gt;        Este huracán, no tengo miedo.&lt;br /&gt;        Vamos, vamos nadie te puede ver intentarlo.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Esta tormenta de relámpagos&lt;br /&gt;        Esta onda de marea&lt;br /&gt;        A esta avalancha, no tengo miedo.&lt;br /&gt;        Vamos, vamos nadie te puede ver intentarlo.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esa es una caña de azúcar que tenía un sabor tan bueno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Es canela, es Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;        Vamos, vamos nadie te puede ver intentarlo.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esa es una caña de azúcar que tenía un sabor tan bueno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Es canela, es Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;        Vamos, vamos nadie te puede ver intentarlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.yellowmelodies.com/e-zine/numero5/portadas/RemCDS.jpg" src="http://www.yellowmelodies.com/e-zine/numero5/portadas/RemCDS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5105595401361926057-2621768311589059165?l=patriciolecolant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciolecolant.blogspot.com/feeds/2621768311589059165/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5105595401361926057&amp;postID=2621768311589059165' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5105595401361926057/posts/default/2621768311589059165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5105595401361926057/posts/default/2621768311589059165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciolecolant.blogspot.com/2007/11/rem-imitation-of-life.html' title='R.E.M -  Imitation of life'/><author><name>patricio.lecolant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105595401361926057.post-8153031532307789373</id><published>2007-11-29T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T19:26:54.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Crows - Mr. Jones (3º video de la saga que te educa musicalmente)</title><content type='html'>Mr. Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WYN74ZW4k_E&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WYN74ZW4k_E&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl&lt;br /&gt;        Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black-haired flamenco          dancer&lt;br /&gt;        She dances while his father plays guitar&lt;br /&gt;        She's suddenly beautiful&lt;br /&gt;        We all want something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;        I wish I was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;        So come dance this silence down through the morning&lt;br /&gt;        Cut up, Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances&lt;br /&gt;        Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones&lt;br /&gt;        Believe in me&lt;br /&gt;        Help me believe in anything&lt;br /&gt;        I want to be someone who believes&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales&lt;br /&gt;        Stare at the beautiful women&lt;br /&gt;        "She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she's looking at me."&lt;br /&gt;        Smiling in the bright lights&lt;br /&gt;        Coming through in stereo&lt;br /&gt;        When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        I will paint my picture&lt;br /&gt;        Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray&lt;br /&gt;        All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful&lt;br /&gt;        Gray is my favorite color&lt;br /&gt;        I felt so symbolic yesterday&lt;br /&gt;        If I knew Picasso&lt;br /&gt;        I would buy myself a gray guitar and play&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Mr. Jones and me look into the future&lt;br /&gt;        Stare at the beautiful women&lt;br /&gt;        "She's looking at you.&lt;br /&gt;        Uh, I don't think so. She's looking at me."&lt;br /&gt;        Standing in the spotlight&lt;br /&gt;        I bought myself a gray guitar&lt;br /&gt;        When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        I want to be a lion&lt;br /&gt;        Everybody wants to pass as cats&lt;br /&gt;        We all want to be big big stars, but we got different reasons for that&lt;br /&gt;        Believe in me because I don't believe in anything&lt;br /&gt;        and I want to be someone to believe&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio&lt;br /&gt;        Yeah we stare at the beautiful women&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"She's perfect for you, Man, there's got to be somebody for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I want to be Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;        Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky&lt;br /&gt;        When everybody loves you, son, that's just about as funky as you can be&lt;br /&gt;        Mr. Jones and me staring at the video&lt;br /&gt;        when I look at the television,&lt;br /&gt;        I want to see me staring right back at me&lt;br /&gt;        We all want to be big stars,&lt;br /&gt;        but we don't know why and we don't know how&lt;br /&gt;        But when everybody loves me, I'm going to be just about as happy as I          can be&lt;br /&gt;        Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRADUCIDO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estaba en el New Amsterdam clavando la vista en esta chica de pelo          amarillo&lt;br /&gt;        Mr. Jones intenta trabar conversación con esta bailarina de flamenco de          pelo negro&lt;br /&gt;        Ella baila mientras su padre toca la guitarra&lt;br /&gt;        Es repentinamente bella&lt;br /&gt;        Todos queremos algo bello&lt;br /&gt;        Me gustaría ser bello&lt;br /&gt;        Así que ven y baila este silencio hasta la mañana&lt;br /&gt;        ¡Enróllate, María! Enséñame alguno de esos bailes españoles&lt;br /&gt;        Pásame una botella, Mr. Jones&lt;br /&gt;        Creed en mí&lt;br /&gt;        Ayudadme a creer en cualquier cosa&lt;br /&gt;        Quiero ser alguien que cree&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Mr. Jones y yo nos contamos cuentos de hadas&lt;br /&gt;        Clavamos la vista en las mujeres guapas&lt;br /&gt;        "Te está mirando. Ah, no, no, me está mirando a mí"&lt;br /&gt;        Sonriendo en las brillantes luces&lt;br /&gt;        Llegando en estéreo&lt;br /&gt;        Cuando todo el mundo te quiere, nunca puedes sentirte solo&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Pintaré mi retrato&lt;br /&gt;        Me pintaré en azul y rojo y negro y gris&lt;br /&gt;        Todos los bellos colores tienen tanto tanto significado&lt;br /&gt;        El gris es mi color favorito&lt;br /&gt;        Me sentí tan simbólico ayer&lt;br /&gt;        Que si conociera a Picasso&lt;br /&gt;        Me compraría una guitarra gris y tocaría&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Mr. Jones y yo miramos al futuro&lt;br /&gt;        Clavamos la vista en las mujeres guapas&lt;br /&gt;        "Te está mirando.&lt;br /&gt;        Uh, no lo creo. Me está mirando a mí."&lt;br /&gt;        De pie bajo los focos&lt;br /&gt;        Me compré una guitarra gris&lt;br /&gt;        Cuando todo el mundo me quiera, nunca me sentiré solo&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Quiero ser un león&lt;br /&gt;        Todos quieren hacerse pasar por gatos&lt;br /&gt;        Todos queremos ser grandes grandes estrellas, pero tenemos diferentes          razones para ello&lt;br /&gt;        Creed en mi, porque yo no creo en nada&lt;br /&gt;        Y quiero ser alguien en quien creer&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Mr. Jones y yo nos tambaleamos por el barrio&lt;br /&gt;        Sí, clavamos la vista en las mujeres guapas&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Es perfecta para ti, tío, tiene que haber alguien para mí"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Quiero ser Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;        Mr. Jones quiere ser alguien un poco más extraño&lt;br /&gt;        Cuando todo el mundo te quiere, hijo, eso es lo más extraño que puedes          ser&lt;br /&gt;        Mr. Jones y yo clavando la vista en el vídeo&lt;br /&gt;        Cuando mire a la televisión,&lt;br /&gt;        quiero verme clavando la vista en mí&lt;br /&gt;        Todos queremos ser grandes estrellas,&lt;br /&gt;        pero no sabemos por qué y no          sabemos cómo&lt;br /&gt;        Pero cuando todo el mundo me quiera, voy a ser lo más feliz que puedo          ser&lt;br /&gt;        Mr. Jones y yo, vamos a ser grandes estrellas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="No se puede mostrar la imagen “http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00002JXF8.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg” porque contiene errores." src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00002JXF8.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5105595401361926057-8153031532307789373?l=patriciolecolant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciolecolant.blogspot.com/feeds/8153031532307789373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5105595401361926057&amp;postID=8153031532307789373' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5105595401361926057/posts/default/8153031532307789373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5105595401361926057/posts/default/8153031532307789373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciolecolant.blogspot.com/2007/11/counting-crows-mr-jones-3-video-de-la.html' title='Counting Crows - Mr. Jones (3º video de la saga que te educa musicalmente)'/><author><name>patricio.lecolant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105595401361926057.post-8271876159611877455</id><published>2007-11-29T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T18:54:11.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracy Chapman - Fast car (2º video de la saga que te educa musicalmente</title><content type='html'>&lt;dl&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;         &lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tracy Chapman - Fast car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;         &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i4mDtR4rPJ0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i4mDtR4rPJ0&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Orv_F2HV4gk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Orv_F2HV4gk&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i4mDtR4rPJ0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i4mDtR4rPJ0&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAST CAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You got a fast car&lt;br /&gt;       I want a ticket to anywhere&lt;br /&gt;       Maybe we make a deal&lt;br /&gt;       Maybe together we can get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       Anyplace is better&lt;br /&gt;       Starting from zero got nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;       Maybe we'll make something&lt;br /&gt;       But me myself I got nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       You got a fast car&lt;br /&gt;       And I got a plan to get us out of here&lt;br /&gt;       I been working at the convenience store&lt;br /&gt;       Managed to save just a little bit of money&lt;br /&gt;       We won't have to drive too far&lt;br /&gt;       Just 'cross the border and into the city&lt;br /&gt;       You and I can both get jobs&lt;br /&gt;       And finally see what it means to be living&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       You see my old man's got a problem&lt;br /&gt;       He live with the bottle that's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;       He says his body's too old for working&lt;br /&gt;       I say his body's too young to look like his&lt;br /&gt;       My mama went off and left him&lt;br /&gt;       She wanted more from life than he could give&lt;br /&gt;       I said somebody's got to take care of him&lt;br /&gt;       So I quit school and that's what I did&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       You got a fast car&lt;br /&gt;       But is it fast enough so we can fly away&lt;br /&gt;       We gotta make a decision&lt;br /&gt;       We leave tonight or live and die this way&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       I remember we were driving driving in your car&lt;br /&gt;       The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk&lt;br /&gt;       City lights lay out before us&lt;br /&gt;       And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;       And I had a feeling that I belonged&lt;br /&gt;       And I had a feeling&lt;br /&gt;       I could be someone, be someone, be someone&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       You got a fast car&lt;br /&gt;       And we go cruising to entertain ourselves&lt;br /&gt;       You still ain't got a job&lt;br /&gt;       And I work in a market as a checkout girl&lt;br /&gt;       I know things will get better&lt;br /&gt;       You'll find work and I'll get promoted&lt;br /&gt;       We'll move out of the shelter&lt;br /&gt;       Buy a big house and live in the suburbs&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       You got a fast car&lt;br /&gt;       And I got a job that pays all our bills&lt;br /&gt;       You stay out drinking late at the bar&lt;br /&gt;       See more of your friends than you do of your kids&lt;br /&gt;       I'd always hoped for better&lt;br /&gt;       Thought maybe together you and me would find it&lt;br /&gt;       I got no plans I ain't going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;       So take your fast car and keep on driving&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       You got a fast car&lt;br /&gt;       But is it fast enough so you can fly away&lt;br /&gt;       You gotta make a decision&lt;br /&gt;       You leave tonight or live and die this way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRADUCCION:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tienes un auto rápido&lt;br /&gt;       Yo quiero un boleto a cualquier parte&lt;br /&gt;       Quizás hacemos un trato&lt;br /&gt;       Quizás juntos podemos llegar a alguna parte&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       Cualquier lugar es mejor&lt;br /&gt;       Empezando de cero no tenemos nada que perder&lt;br /&gt;       Quizás hacemos algo&lt;br /&gt;       No tengo nada que probar&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       Tienes un auto rápido&lt;br /&gt;       Y yo tengo un plan para irnos de acá&lt;br /&gt;       He estado trabajando en la tienda de comida&lt;br /&gt;       Me las arreglé para ahorrar sólo un poco de dinero&lt;br /&gt;       No tenemos que manejar hasta muy lejos&lt;br /&gt;       Sólo cruzamos el borde y llegamos a la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;       Tú y yo podemos conseguir trabajo&lt;br /&gt;       Y finalmente sabremos lo que significa estar viviendo&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       Sabes, mi padre tiene un problema&lt;br /&gt;       El es alcohólico, así es la cosa&lt;br /&gt;       El dice que su cuerpo es demasiado viejo para trabajar&lt;br /&gt;       Yo digo que su cuerpo es demasiado joven para lucir así&lt;br /&gt;       Mi madre tomó sus cosas y lo dejó&lt;br /&gt;       Ella esperaba más de la vida de lo que él le podía dar&lt;br /&gt;       Dije que alguien tiene que cuidarlo&lt;br /&gt;       Entonces dejé la escuela, eso fue lo que hice&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       Tu tienes un auto rápido&lt;br /&gt;       Como es tan rápido podemos volar&lt;br /&gt;       Tienes que tomar una decisión&lt;br /&gt;       Nos vamos esta noche o vivimos y morimos de esta manera&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       Recuerdo que manejábamos , manejábamos tu auto&lt;br /&gt;       La velocidad tan rápida me hizo sentir que estaba ebrio&lt;br /&gt;       Las luces de la ciudad se posan ante nosotros&lt;br /&gt;       Y tu brazo me hizo sentir bien rodeando mi hombro&lt;br /&gt;       Y tuve un sentimiento de pertenencia&lt;br /&gt;       Y tuve un sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;       Sentí que podía ser alguien, ser alguien.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       Tienes un  auto rápido&lt;br /&gt;       Y vamos conduciendo para entretenernos&lt;br /&gt;       Todavía no tienes un empleo&lt;br /&gt;       Y yo trabajo en una tienda de cajera&lt;br /&gt;       Se que las cosas mejorarán&lt;br /&gt;       Encontrarás un trabajo y a mí me ascenderán&lt;br /&gt;       Nos mudaremos del albergue&lt;br /&gt;       Compraremos una casa grande y viviremos en los suburbios&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       Tienes un auto rápido&lt;br /&gt;       Y yo tengo un trabajo que paga nuestras cuentas&lt;br /&gt;       Te quedas hasta tarde tomando en el bar&lt;br /&gt;       Ves más a tus amigos que a tus propios niños&lt;br /&gt;       Siempre creí lo mejor&lt;br /&gt;       Pensé que juntos lo lograríamos&lt;br /&gt;       No tengo planes, no voy a ningún lado&lt;br /&gt;       Entonces toma tu auto rápido y sigue manejando&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       Tu tienes un auto rápido&lt;br /&gt;       Como es tan rápido podemos volar&lt;br /&gt;       Tienes que tomar una decisión&lt;br /&gt;       Nos vamos esta noche o vivimos y morimos de esta manera&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="http://home.zonnet.nl/cozijn24/Tracy%20Chapman%20-%20Tracy%20Chapman%20-%20Front.jpg" src="http://home.zonnet.nl/cozijn24/Tracy%20Chapman%20-%20Tracy%20Chapman%20-%20Front.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5105595401361926057-8271876159611877455?l=patriciolecolant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciolecolant.blogspot.com/feeds/8271876159611877455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5105595401361926057&amp;postID=8271876159611877455' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5105595401361926057/posts/default/8271876159611877455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5105595401361926057/posts/default/8271876159611877455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciolecolant.blogspot.com/2007/11/tracy-chapman-fast-car-2-video-de-la.html' title='Tracy Chapman - Fast car (2º video de la saga que te educa musicalmente'/><author><name>patricio.lecolant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105595401361926057.post-5200859006432782675</id><published>2007-11-29T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T18:43:30.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Radiohead - creep (1º video de la saga que te educa musicalmente)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;RADIOHEAD - creep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nxpblnsJEWM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nxpblnsJEWM&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;dt style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;         &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;         &lt;p&gt;When you were here before&lt;br /&gt;        Couldn't look you in the eye&lt;br /&gt;        You're just like an angel&lt;br /&gt;        Your skin makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;        You float like a feather&lt;br /&gt;        In a beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;        And I wish I was special&lt;br /&gt;        You're so fuckin' special&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;        What the hell am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt;        I don't belong here.&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;I don't care if it hurts&lt;br /&gt;        I want to have control&lt;br /&gt;        I want a perfect body&lt;br /&gt;        I want a perfect soul&lt;br /&gt;        I want you to notice&lt;br /&gt;        When I'm not around&lt;br /&gt;        You're so fuckin' special&lt;br /&gt;        I wish I was special&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;        What the hell am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt;        I don't belong here.&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;She's running out again,&lt;br /&gt;        She's running out&lt;br /&gt;        She's run run run running out...&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;Whatever makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;        Whatever you want&lt;br /&gt;        You're so fuckin' special&lt;br /&gt;        I wish I was special...&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo,&lt;br /&gt;        What the hell am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt;        I don't belong here.&lt;br /&gt;        I don't belong here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/72/Radiohead_creep.jpg" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/72/Radiohead_creep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5105595401361926057-5200859006432782675?l=patriciolecolant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciolecolant.blogspot.com/feeds/5200859006432782675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5105595401361926057&amp;postID=5200859006432782675' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5105595401361926057/posts/default/5200859006432782675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5105595401361926057/posts/default/5200859006432782675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciolecolant.blogspot.com/2007/11/radiohead-creep-1-video-de-la-saga-que.html' title='Radiohead - creep (1º video de la saga que te educa musicalmente)'/><author><name>patricio.lecolant</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
