The Sporting Life

The Sea and Cake: jóvenes deportistas.

Nos gusta hacer deporte, aunque más que por el cansancio es por creerte olímpico. Las Olimpiadas son circulares; las medallas, simplemente, metales.


Javier Mateos

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So far, so long, came to the sea
Bald head, all of them, everyone's there
Grey eyes, sporting life, down to the sea
Golden, what's the name, came through the snow
Wake up, a time to go, everyone's there
Star light, should I try, down to the sea
All of them, so am I, so I don't know

There's one to go, they never mind, they lost this place
We all feel fine, the pressure's on, the national
There's one to go, the same is true, and all this time
We couldn't forget you

Golden, what's the name, down to the sea
All of them, so am I, down to the sea
There's one to go, it seems to me, they never mind
They lost this place, we all feel fine, the pressure's on
The national, there's one to go, the same is true
And all this time, we couldn't forget you

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MORNING THEFT

Jeff Buckley: el ángel

  Era un ángel más que un ladrón. Al alba entraba por tu ventana y te robaba el alma. Era algodón suave y eterno.


Javier Mateos

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Time takes care of the wound
So I can believe
You had so much to give
You thought I couldn't see

Gifts for boot heels to crush
Promises deceived
I had to send it away
To bring us back again

Your eyes and body brighten
Silent waters, deep
Your precious daughter in the
Other room, asleep

A kiss "Goodnight" from every
Stranger that I meet
I had to send it away
To bring us back again

Morning theft
Unpretender left
Ungraceful

True self is what
Brought you here, to me
A place where we can
Accept this love

Friendship battered down by
Useless history
Unexamined failure

But what am I still to you
Some thief who stole from you?
Or, some fool drama queen
Whose chances were few?

That brings us to who we need
A place where we can save
A heart that beats as
Both siphon and reservoir

You're a woman, I'm a calf
You're a window, I'm a knife
We come together
Making chance in the starlight

Meet me tomorrow night
Or any day you want
I have no right to wonder
Just how, or when

You know the meaning fits
There's no relief in this
I miss my beautiful friend

I have to send it away
To bring her back again. 

 

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Tell Her No

The Zombies: muy vivos.

Tienes todo el derecho a decir NO. Yo digo SÍ a tus armas, aunque suelan dar siempre en el centro de la diana.


Javier Mateos

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And if she should tell you "Come closer"
And if she tempts you with her charms

Tell her no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
Don't hurt me now for her love belongs to me

And if she should tell you, "Come closer"
And if she tempts you with her charms

Tell her no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Don't take her love for your arms)
No, no, no, no, no
Don't hurt me now for her love belongs to me

I know she's the kind of girl
Who'd throw my love away
But I still love her so
Don't hurt me now, don't hurt me now

If she tells you "I love you"
Just remember she said that to me

Tell her no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Don't take her love from my arms)
No, no, no, no, no
Don't leave her now for her love belongs to me

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The Maker

Willie Nelson: el Creador.

     No había más religión que aquella. La única opción era seguir una cruz. Fue como bautizarse en aguas termales y salir con la cabeza como una pecera.


Javier Mateos

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Oh, Oh Deep water
Black, and cold like the night
I stand with arms wide open
I've run a twisted mile
I'm a stranger
in the eyes of the Maker

I could not see
for fog in my eyes
I could not feel
for the fear in my life
From across the great divide
In the distance I saw a light
Jean Baptiste
walking to me with the Maker

My body is bent and broken
by long and dangerous leaps
I can't work the fields of Abraham
and turn my head away
I'm not a stranger
in the eyes of the Maker

Brother John
Have you seen the homeless daughters
standing there
with broken wings
I have seen the flaming swords
there over east of eden
burning in the eyes of the Maker
burning in the eyes of the Maker
burning in the eyes of the Maker
burning in the eyes of the Maker

oh river rise from your sleep 

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4 YEARS: KISTEFMBLOG

KISTE F.M.: tu radio amiga.

   Parece mentira, pero han pasado cuatro años desde que decidimos abrir este escaparate musical...En este tiempo hemos escuchado tantas canciones (piezas) que podríamos sonorizar cada instante de nuestras vidas...
   KISTE F.M. nació con un fin: el altruismo melódico, una especie de obra social, de verdad, sin trampa ni cartón. Un paraíso sonoro donde tiene cabida casi todo (aunque parezca lo contrario). Bien es verdad, que el producto autóctono no nos va mucho, pero es lo que hay. Algunos lo echarán en falta y otros simplemente ni lo habrán notado. Nuestra línea suele evolucionar con las emociones, no con las tendencias, somos implacables. En un Blog las palabras suelen ser las protagonistas, aquí son un punto importante en nuestra senda, pero nunca pueden (ni deben) desplazar el preciado y precioso tiempo/momentos que nos proporciona la música.
  Gracias por estar al otro lado de las ondas, nosotros seguiremos en nuestros Estudios Centrales por los restos. Ahora, dejemos que suenen las #30 piezas. JUST dale al PLAY.

Javier Mateos

PLAYLIST: 4 Years of KISTEFMBLOG

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Sing Along

Grant Lee Buffalo: el trío perfecto.

  Acostumbrado a cantar solo, cualquier nota ajena me resulta molesta. El oido es una parte demasiado sensible de mi cuerpo. En ocasiones me gustaría tener una puerta en mi oreja, siempre cerrada e insonorizada sin derecho a ser abierta.


Javier Mateos

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(Hammerin', hammerin', hammerin')
Hammerin', hammerin'
Hammerin', hammerin'

Halleluhoodwink a hound's life is for me
Everything but the kitchen sink, he built it just for me
Hallelu you're the thing that leads me to the mark
I'd build you a river but I'm still not through with this ark

Man built a furnace, a Mercedes-Benz
Man built the cities of Kansas and Berlin
Man slew the bison and he built a Thieves' Road
(Oh oh oh oh)
That pass over Tel Aviv-Jaffa and lead to the Mother Lode
Mother Lode

Hallelu-half-a-wit a mule's life is for me
Steppin' off a parapet with a dog nippin' my knee
Hallelu, you're the girl that whispers through the wall
I'd build you a hammer with a thick head and long claws
(Thick, thick)

Man built an empire out of ocean and earth
Man built the prisons of Joliet San Quentin Leavenworth
And man built a market for Muhammad Ali
(Oh oh oh oh)
Evel Knievel and the legacy of John Wayne
Gacy Gacy

But I can't sing along
(Bury my body, girl)
But I can't sing along
(Bury my, oh)

But I can't sing along
(Bury my body, girl)
But I can't sing along
Sing along
Sing along

Hallelu, Hallelu
Hallelu, Hallelu
Hallelu, Hallelu, Hallelu, Hallelu

But I can't sing along
(Bury my body girl)
But I can't sing along
(Bury my, oh)

But I can't sing along
(Bury my body, girl)
But I can't sing along
Sing along
Sing along

Man built a furnace, a Mercedes-Benz
Man built the cities of Kansas and Berlin

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Trouble

Ryan Adams: corredor de fondo.

Pensando si era mejor quedarme o salir disparado, lo único que me quedó claro es que para lo bueno y lo malo siempre me quedo atrapado en mi propio cuadro.


Javier Mateos

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Trouble, I hear the clock tick in the room
The walls will crumble, and you're holding
The match between the fuse
There's something I just got, nothing else to say
I've been on the beats since yesterday
There's something loose, either way

Oh, we might as well be dead and be gone
If we don't belong here
Hey, the year and the day
That it lands on my face
Like I'm out of my sense
Yeah, and all the trouble I'm in
Trouble I'm in

Trouble, I feel you watch me across the room
Another summer, in the palms of the core of doom
Put my hand through the mirror like I'm guard alone
7 Years bad luck is better than none
Following the good back into the gone

Oh, we might as well be dead and be gone
If we don't belong here
Hey, the year and the day
That it lands on my face
Like I'm out of my sense
Yeah, and all the trouble I'm in
Trouble I'm in
Yeah, and all the trouble I'm in

I see my brother, he's waiting in line for his turn
I'm not as humble, I know everything here is gonna burn
Sometimes I just got nothing else to say
I've been on the beats since yesterday
There's something loose, either way

Oh, we might as well
Be dead and be gone
If we don't belong here
Hey, the year and the day
That it lands on my face
Like I'm out of my sense

Yeah, and all the trouble I'm in
Yeah, all the trouble
Yeah, and all the trouble I'm in
Yeah, all the trouble
All the trouble,
All the trouble I'm in 

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Laika

Damon & Naomi: parejas eternas.

Como en aquella película de marcianos, en el espacio no hay hueco para tanta nave; menos aún para batallas interestelares.

Javier Mateos

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Kreng: The Summoner

Kreng: el luto.

 

  The Summoner es uno de los trabajos más intensos y oscuros de este siglo. La idea nace fruto del inmenso dolor que produjo la pérdida, en el corto espacio de un año, de algunos amigos cercanos al belga Pepijn Caudron, alias Kreng. Un disco que experimenta y navega por cinco estados producidos por ese pesar: negación, ira, lucha mental, depresión y aceptación. Para llegar a este último, Kreng sintió necesario crear un puente ante tan duro proceso, así que creó uno extra y transitorio: la invocación (The Summoning) -ejecutada junto a sus paisanos post metaleros de Amenra-, es un mar pausado y negro de más de 15 minutos donde juntos reposan de manera tensa, hasta que una ola hace saltar todo en mil pedazos. Lo siguiente es una catarsis gélida, que se evapora lentamente y se marcha arropada por el más riguroso luto que puedas imaginar.
  KISTE F.M. te invita a difrutar del primer gran disco del año. Déjate abrazar por la muerte, la vida no tiene sentido sin ella.


Javier Mateos

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