We passed upon the stair We spoke of was and when Although I wasn’t there He said I was his friend Which came as a surprise I spoke into his eyes I thought you died alone A long long time agoOh no, not me We never lost control You’re face to face With the man who sold the worldI laughed and shook hand And made my way back home I searched for form and land For years and years I roamed I gazed a gazeless stare We walked a million hills I must have died alone A long, long time agoWho knows? Not me I never lost control You’re face to face With the man who sold the worldWho knows? Not me We never lost control You’re face to face With the man who sold the world
Hoy llevas peluca en el día; de noche te escondes del foco de gas. Primero te atreves a oscuras, y luego visitas la esquina del bar. La esquina del bar te traiciona; traicionas tú a cientos de fans de cristal. Le guiñas un ojo al demonio, que ofrece su raya después de besar.
Los años de papel te vuelven a cegar, Como a Norma Desmond en Sunset Boulevard.
Te entregas de lleno a la fiesta, tan ebria de angustia que vas a estallar. Perdonas que ya no te miren, pero sin aplausos no sabes andar. Se rinden al ama del baile los viejos rumores de un nuevo galán. Regresas a casa desnuda, pidiéndole al cielo que no se abra más.
El título original alude a la célebre avenida que atraviesa Los Ángeles y Beverly Hills, un lugar que en tiempos del cine mudo había albergado las mansiones de muchas estrellas de cine. Aparte de tal alusión, el título esconde un doble significado pues sunset en inglés significa ocaso, crepúsculo, y sugeriría decadencia. La película es una fuerte crítica a Hollywood y a la forma en que destruyó todo lo construido durante el cine mudo.
La película narra la historia de una antigua estrella del cine mudo: Norma Desmond (interpretada por Gloria Swanson), quien, incapaz de aceptar que sus días de gloria pasaron, sueña con un retorno triunfante a la gran pantalla, para el cual espera contar con la ayuda de Joe Gillis (William Holden), un guionista al que convierte en su amante.
I won’t forget when Peter Pan came to my house, took my hand I said I was a boy I’m glad he didn’t check I learned to fly, I learned to fight I lived a whole life in one night We saved each other’s lives out on the pirate’s deck And I remember that night When I’m leaving a late night with some friends And I hear somebody tell me it’s not safe, someone should help me I need to find a nice man to walk me home When I was a boy, I scared the pants off of my mom Climbed what I could climb uponAnd I don’t know how I survived I guess I knew the tricks that all boys knew And you can walk me home, but I was a boy, tooI was a kid that you would like, just a small boy on her bike
Riding topless, yeah, I never cared who saw My neighbor came outside to say, “get your shirt” I said “no way, it’s the last time I’m not breaking any law” And now I’m in a clothing store, and the sign says less is more More that’s tight means more to see, more for them, not more for me That can’t help me climb a tree in ten seconds flatWhen I was a boy, see that picture? that was me Grass-stained shirt and dusty knees And I know things have gotta change They got pills to sell, they’ve got implants to put in, they’ve got implants to remove But I am not forgetting That I was a boy, too
And like the woods where I would creep, it’s a secret I can keep Except when I’m tired, except when I’m being caught off guard I’ve had a lonesome awful day, the conversation finds its way To catching fire-flies out in the backyard And I tell the man I’m with about the other life I lived And I say now you’re top gun I have lost and you have won He says, “oh no, no, can’t you see?” When I was a girl, my mom and I, we always talked And I picked flowers everywhere that I walked And I could always cry, now even when I’m alone I seldom do And I have lost some kindness But I was a girl, too And you were just like me, and I was just like you
Hemos grabado en el cole Compte de Torrefiel esto y lo han emitido en RNE Radio Clásica:
Crescendo – El lago de los cisnes – 19/12/20
Visitamos el Colegio Público Comte Salvatierra de Álava en Fontanars dels Alforins, Valencia y con sus alumnos repasaremos la historia del ballet “El lago de los cisnes” de Tchaikovsky y cantaremos su tema principal. Además, descubriremos la música de la película “El cascanueces y los cuatro reinos” y en “La vuelta al mundo” recordaremos el origen de los villancicos.ver más sobre “
When I was seeing your life
then I can see what you'll be kind
If wasn't call stalking new but
you helped me seem the never wait
In you say to me I'm gonna swing on the pool of the happy
Tell me that I'll be happy only for say with you
When I was stuck in middle find myself in the sea
When I never tell you need of a kind of little things
When you never sure to tell when you hever makle me happy
And you have a minor corn
And you never tell me what you have to do
Cos I now find yourself in the stack
Indians little say I know your wide
And they say Dad I´m not your laith
I'll be there
I'll be there cos I want you to be happy
To find yourself in middile sea
You will be happy off with me
You will be thinking about me
In the night when I'm speaking in my room
What you're telling for
What you're making dad
And I know you make me happy
cos I wonder rally
The will fill your life, find yourself stacking your life
Make me happy by yourself
Nobody tell me how to do it
Herself you tell is your friends gonna know your love
I love you too much cos I need you to heart
ten I say I love you much and then I tell you what
you had to do cos her, so…
Herself stuck in the middle of the sea
leave to say to me you be happy
He thinks
I’d rather dance with you than talk with you So why don’t we just move into the other room There’s space for us to shake and hey, I like this tune Even if I could hear what you said I doubt my reply would be interesting for you to hear Because I haven’t read a single book all year And the only film I saw, I didn’t like it at allI’d rather dance, I’d rather dance than talk with you I’d rather dance, I’d rather dance than talk with you I’d rather dance, I’d rather dance than talk with youThe music’s too loud, and the noise from the crowd Increases the chance of misinterpretation So let your hips do the talking I’ll make you laugh by acting like the guy who sings And you’ll make me smile by really getting into the swingGetting into the swing, getting into the swing Getting into the swing, getting into the swing Getting into the swing, getting into the swing Getting into the swing, getting into the swingI’d rather dance, I’d rather dance than talk with you I’d rather dance, I’d rather dance than talk with you I’d rather dance, I’d rather dance than talk with you
Bajo a solas a desayunar Viendo a los niños jugar Recordando aquellos momentos de infancia que quise ver Aquellos que no existieron, que yo quería saber Después admiro a los jóvenes y a las chicas a punto…
