<?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-8167806912104545021</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:38:17.371-07:00</updated><category term='Tropical'/><category term='Rock'/><category term='Pop en español'/><category term='Balada en español'/><category term='Rock en Español'/><category term='Bossa Nova'/><category term='Pop en Ingles'/><title type='text'>escucho, luego existo...</title><subtitle type='html'>En este blog pienso poner las canciones con las que me crié desde pequeño, hasta las que oigo hoy. La mayoría serán en video pero cuando no encuentre el video intentaré poner solo la canción</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carlos Guzman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352845799980633984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aW5DNbAjGc0/SYME-2Ys8rI/AAAAAAAABIU/6cx_udgLexQ/S220/P6030059+%5B800x600%5D.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167806912104545021.post-2980181833412370781</id><published>2009-06-26T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:38:16.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood (Michael Jackson)</title><content type='html'>Me parece que es muy poca la gente que no ha sentido en algún momento asombro ante el talento de este cantante. Mi infancia está repleta de canciones suyas, de las cuales guardo muy bonitos recuerdos. Ya más grande yo y en otra etapa de mi vida me recuerdo a mi mismo comprando su CD doble de éxitos (HIStory), el cual era carísmo en su momento. Luego cometí el error de prestárselo a un amigo que me lo devolvió con los CDs llenos de rayas y con el libro destrozado. Al ser tan caro estuve pensando mucho tiempo si valía la pena comprar uno nuevo, hasta que mi hermano mayor me lo robó y no tuve más remedio que comprarlo de nuevo...&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson decía que esta era su canción más autobiográfica, y recuerdo que cuando la escuché la primera vez lloré un poco solo de imaginarme la infancia que debió haber pasado. Hoy, al recibir la noticia de su muerte, me permito hacerle un pequeño homenaje con la canción que él quería que todos oyesen...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca olvidemos el increíble valor de la infancia en nuestras vidas y como esta muchas veces define quienes seremos en el futuro. Hoy que la vida me ha llevado a trabajar junto con niños me doy cuenta más que nunca de esto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3rTnuNRh6_k&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3rTnuNRh6_k&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cántela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you seen my Childhood?&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching for the world that I come from&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've been looking around&lt;br /&gt;In the lost and found of my heart...&lt;br /&gt;No one understands me&lt;br /&gt;They view it as such strange eccentricities...&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I keep kidding around&lt;br /&gt;Like a child, but pardon me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say I'm not okay&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I love such elementary things...&lt;br /&gt;It's been my fate to compensate,&lt;br /&gt;for the ChildhoodI've never known...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen my Childhood?&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching for that wonder in my youth&lt;br /&gt;Like pirates and adventurous dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Of conquest and kings on the throne...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you judge me, try hard to love me,&lt;br /&gt;Look within your heart then ask,&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen my Childhood?&lt;br /&gt;People say I'm strange that way&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I love such elementary things,&lt;br /&gt;It's been my fate to compensate,&lt;br /&gt;For the Childhood I've never known...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen my Childhood?&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching for that wonder in my youth&lt;br /&gt;Like fantastical stories to share&lt;br /&gt;The dreams I would dare, watch me fly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you judge me, try hard to love me.&lt;br /&gt;The painful youth I've had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen my Childhood....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;en español&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;¿Has visto mi niñez?&lt;br /&gt;Estoy buscando el mundo del que vengo&lt;br /&gt;porque he estado buscando&lt;br /&gt;en lo perdido y encontrado de mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadie me comprende&lt;br /&gt;lo ven como raras excentricidades.&lt;br /&gt;Porque sigo jugando por ahí&lt;br /&gt;como un niño, pero perdóname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La gente dice que no estoy bien&lt;br /&gt;porque amo las cosas más elementales.&lt;br /&gt;Ha sido mi destino compensar&lt;br /&gt;la niñez que nunca conocí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Haz visto mi niñez?&lt;br /&gt;Estoy buscando esa maravilla de mi juventud.&lt;br /&gt;Como piratas en sueños de aventuras&lt;br /&gt;de conquistas y reyes en su trono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de juzgarme&lt;br /&gt;esfuérzate por amarme.&lt;br /&gt;Miren en sus corazones y pregúntense&lt;br /&gt;¿Han visto mi niñez?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La gente dice que soy raro por eso&lt;br /&gt;porque amo las cosas más elementales.&lt;br /&gt;Ha sido mi destino compensar&lt;br /&gt;por la niñez que nunca conocí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Haz visto mi niñez?&lt;br /&gt;Estoy buscando aquella maravilla de mi juventud&lt;br /&gt;como historias fantásticas que compartir.&lt;br /&gt;Los sueños que me atrevía a tener&lt;br /&gt;¡Mírame volar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de juzgarme&lt;br /&gt;esfuérzate por amarme&lt;br /&gt;La dolorosa niñez que tuve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Has visto mi niñez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167806912104545021-2980181833412370781?l=musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/feeds/2980181833412370781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167806912104545021&amp;postID=2980181833412370781' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/2980181833412370781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/2980181833412370781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/2009/06/childhood-michael-jackson.html' title='Childhood (Michael Jackson)'/><author><name>Carlos Guzman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352845799980633984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aW5DNbAjGc0/SYME-2Ys8rI/AAAAAAAABIU/6cx_udgLexQ/S220/P6030059+%5B800x600%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167806912104545021.post-4148106851289914007</id><published>2008-11-09T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:55:50.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acariciame (Maria Conchita Alonso)</title><content type='html'>Unos de los himnos definitivos de la hora de "hacer oficio" en los 80's! Si no era en mi casa que se escuchaba, lo podia escuchar en la casa de la par, o 2 casas mas alla...&lt;br /&gt;Creo que esta mujer tiene mucho talento... y a pesar del tiempo, aun esta guapa..&lt;br /&gt;ella tiene mejores canciones, pero es la unica que encontre en youtube que es de las que me acuerdo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TcjSjA9jKrQ&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TcjSjA9jKrQ&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cantela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acariciame&lt;br /&gt;Con manos locas enloqueceme&lt;br /&gt;Con uñas y sonrisas amamame&lt;br /&gt;Amor de amar, amor de piel.&lt;br /&gt;Acariciame&lt;br /&gt;Y ahogame en tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;Cuidame&lt;br /&gt;Y matame despacio&lt;br /&gt;Mirame&lt;br /&gt;No ves que estoy, muriendome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acariciame&lt;br /&gt;Tan suave como el aire amor&lt;br /&gt;Tan fuerte como el huracan&lt;br /&gt;Que ciega mi mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acariciame&lt;br /&gt;Y empapame de tu ternura amor&lt;br /&gt;Contagiame de esa locura&lt;br /&gt;Que hay en tu vientre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acariciame&lt;br /&gt;Y robame como un dia amante amor&lt;br /&gt;Dominame como un amante&lt;br /&gt;Despacio, constante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acariciame&lt;br /&gt;Que estoy al rojo vivo&lt;br /&gt;Tomame&lt;br /&gt;Que soy todo latidos&lt;br /&gt;Toda piel&lt;br /&gt;Y se feliz teniendome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acariciame&lt;br /&gt;Tan suave como el aire amor&lt;br /&gt;Tan fuerte como el huracan&lt;br /&gt;Que ciega mi mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acariciame&lt;br /&gt;Y empapame de tu ternura amor&lt;br /&gt;Contagiame de esa locura&lt;br /&gt;Que hay en tu vientre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acariciame&lt;br /&gt;Tan suave como el aire amor&lt;br /&gt;Tan fuerte como el huracan&lt;br /&gt;Que ciega mi mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acariciame&lt;br /&gt;No tengas miedo a hacerme daño amor&lt;br /&gt;Contagiame de esa locura&lt;br /&gt;Que hay en tu vientre&lt;br /&gt;Acariciame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167806912104545021-4148106851289914007?l=musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/feeds/4148106851289914007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167806912104545021&amp;postID=4148106851289914007' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/4148106851289914007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/4148106851289914007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/2008/11/acariciame-maria-conchita-alonso.html' title='Acariciame (Maria Conchita Alonso)'/><author><name>Carlos Guzman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352845799980633984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aW5DNbAjGc0/SYME-2Ys8rI/AAAAAAAABIU/6cx_udgLexQ/S220/P6030059+%5B800x600%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167806912104545021.post-17238910978407708</id><published>2008-07-30T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:57:27.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jose Feliciano (por ella)</title><content type='html'>Siempre pensé que José Feliciano era un animal de la música (en el buen sentido) y que la manera de tocar la guitarra era increíble. Mis papás tenían un disco de él con música en español que oía bastante... un día de estos me acordé de esta canción....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pLNagBsJmLo&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pLNagBsJmLo&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cantela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;Quiero que brindemos por ella,&lt;br /&gt;Después de todo es mejor,&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca sepa la pena,&lt;br /&gt;Que compartimos tú y yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que brindemos por ella,&lt;br /&gt;Que el vino mate el dolor,&lt;br /&gt;Que mate esta tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;No la amistad de los dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca sepa el amor que sentimos,&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca sepa que estamos perdidos,&lt;br /&gt;Por ella, por ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déjala y piensa que nunca existió,&lt;br /&gt;Alza tu copa y brindemos,&lt;br /&gt;Por ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que brindemos por ella,&lt;br /&gt;Que el tiempo borre su amor,&lt;br /&gt;Que en el recuerdo se pierda,&lt;br /&gt;La pena que nos dejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que brindemos por ella,&lt;br /&gt;Que el vino mate el dolor,&lt;br /&gt;Que mate esta tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;No la amistad de los dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca sepa el amor que sentimos,&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca sepa que estamos perdidos,&lt;br /&gt;Por ella, por ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déjala y piensa que nunca existo,&lt;br /&gt;Alza tú copa y brindemos,&lt;br /&gt;Por ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca sepa el amor que sentimos,&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca sepa que estamos perdidos,&lt;br /&gt;Por ella, por ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déjala y piensa que nunca existo,&lt;br /&gt;Alza tú copa y brindemos,&lt;br /&gt;Por ella, por ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca sepa el amor que sentimos,&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca sepa que estamos perdidos,&lt;br /&gt;Por ella, por ella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167806912104545021-17238910978407708?l=musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/feeds/17238910978407708/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167806912104545021&amp;postID=17238910978407708' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/17238910978407708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/17238910978407708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/2008/07/jose-feliciano-por-ella.html' title='Jose Feliciano (por ella)'/><author><name>Carlos Guzman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352845799980633984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aW5DNbAjGc0/SYME-2Ys8rI/AAAAAAAABIU/6cx_udgLexQ/S220/P6030059+%5B800x600%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167806912104545021.post-8259615652345728603</id><published>2008-05-12T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T07:33:24.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pump up the Jam - Technotronic (1989)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;El día que oí esta canción por primera vez era una tarde lluviosa y yo venía de jugar mejenga todo embarrialado. La canción la ponían en "Hola Juventud" y oí la música que venía de la casa de un amigo que veía el programa en un televisor blanco y negro. Recuerdo haberme quedado pegado escuchando el ritmo y pensando "¡eso SÍ ES DIFERENTE!" desde ahí empecé a buscar y escuchar música que en ese entonces era "house" pero que ahora se subdivide como en mil géneros. ¡Un clásico!&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/1K7fL5s_1ac&amp;hl=ja&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/1K7fL5s_1ac&amp;hl=ja&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;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cantela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Pump up the jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; why your feet are stomping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; And the jam is pumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; look at it get the crowd jumpin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump it up a little more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; get the party goin' on the dance floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; see 'cause that's where the party's at and you fine dinning, to bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; (chours)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I want a place to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; "get your booty on the floor tonight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; make my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I want a place to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; "get your booty on the floor tonight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; make my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; make my day (x4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Yo! Pump up the jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; why your feet are stomping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; And the jam is pumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; look at it get the crowd jumpin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump it up a little more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; get the party goin' on the dance floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; see 'cause that's where the party's at and you fine dinning, to bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; (chours)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; make my day (x5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Yo! Pump up the jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Yo! Pump it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump up the jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Yo! Pump it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump up the jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Yo! Pump it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump up the jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump it (echo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Pump up the jam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Pump up the jam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Pump up the jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Pump up the jam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Pump up the jam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Pump up the jam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump it (echo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Pump up the jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; why your feet are stomping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; And the jam is pumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; look at it get the crowd jumpin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump it up a little more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; get the party goin' on the dance floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; see 'cause that's where the party's at and you fine dinning, to bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; (chours)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Pump up the jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Yo! Pump it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump up the jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Yo! Pump up the jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Yo! Pump it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump up the jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; pump it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167806912104545021-8259615652345728603?l=musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/feeds/8259615652345728603/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167806912104545021&amp;postID=8259615652345728603' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/8259615652345728603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/8259615652345728603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/2008/05/pump-up-jam-technotronic-1989.html' title='Pump up the Jam - Technotronic (1989)'/><author><name>Carlos Guzman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352845799980633984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aW5DNbAjGc0/SYME-2Ys8rI/AAAAAAAABIU/6cx_udgLexQ/S220/P6030059+%5B800x600%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167806912104545021.post-3926702550250329024</id><published>2008-03-10T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T05:16:18.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roberto Carlos</title><content type='html'>Torta de huevo con mortadela,  Roberto Carlos... lavada de ropa... y Roberto Carlos... las canciones de él las tengo bien grabadas... y bueno... tambien son de lo mejor! es más, hoy no pongo una, sino 3 canciones! y todas dedicadas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uPq5Dp0NbbA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uPq5Dp0NbbA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NmeVv8fm6dg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NmeVv8fm6dg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/goyaKz7_YiQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/goyaKz7_YiQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;demasiado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167806912104545021-3926702550250329024?l=musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/feeds/3926702550250329024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167806912104545021&amp;postID=3926702550250329024' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/3926702550250329024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/3926702550250329024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/2008/03/roberto-carlos.html' title='Roberto Carlos'/><author><name>Carlos Guzman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352845799980633984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aW5DNbAjGc0/SYME-2Ys8rI/AAAAAAAABIU/6cx_udgLexQ/S220/P6030059+%5B800x600%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167806912104545021.post-6956830415895090666</id><published>2008-03-10T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T01:39:00.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balada en español'/><title type='text'>Duerme Negrito (Mercedes Sosa) (1977)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aW5DNbAjGc0/R9TzK-8FwqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/NCEwIsI_KvE/s1600-h/0761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aW5DNbAjGc0/R9TzK-8FwqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/NCEwIsI_KvE/s400/0761.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176029241774817954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubo un momento en que escuchaba esta canción como 5 veces al día y a mi mamá siempre le gustó (todavía le gusta). En aquel entonces yo solo le prestaba atención a las partes obvias como las cosas que la mamá le dice al negrito que le va a traer, y no pensaba en los otros mensajes de la canción (...y si el negro no se duerme, viene el &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diablo blanco&lt;/span&gt; y zás...) Es interesante cómo se va aprendiendo de las mismas canciones con los años y como se aprende a afinar el oído y encontrar esas cosas...&lt;br /&gt;La canción estaba en el disco "Mercedes Sosa interpreta a &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atahualpa_Yupanqui"&gt;Atahualpa Yupanqui&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vUZwywZivIY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vUZwywZivIY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cantela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Duerme, duerme, negrito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;que tu mama está~en el campo, negrito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;te va~a traer codornices &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;para ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;te va~a traer rica fruta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;para ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;te va~a traer muchas cosas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;para ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Y si el negro no se duerme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;viene el diablo blanco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;y zas le come la patita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;chacapó, chacapó, chacapó, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;chacapó, chacapó, chacapó, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;lay laray la la laray la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;que tu mama está en el campo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;negrito, trabajando, (sí) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;trabajando,todo el dia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;trabajando, sí. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt; Duerme, duerme, negrito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;que tu mama está en el campo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;negrito, negrito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167806912104545021-6956830415895090666?l=musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/feeds/6956830415895090666/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167806912104545021&amp;postID=6956830415895090666' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/6956830415895090666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/6956830415895090666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/2008/03/duerme-negrito-mercedes-sosa.html' title='Duerme Negrito (Mercedes Sosa) (1977)'/><author><name>Carlos Guzman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352845799980633984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aW5DNbAjGc0/SYME-2Ys8rI/AAAAAAAABIU/6cx_udgLexQ/S220/P6030059+%5B800x600%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aW5DNbAjGc0/R9TzK-8FwqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/NCEwIsI_KvE/s72-c/0761.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167806912104545021.post-7922184140899324593</id><published>2008-03-07T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T01:19:08.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pop en Ingles'/><title type='text'>We Are the World (varios) (1985)</title><content type='html'>¿A quién no le gusta esta canción? cuando la vi estaba tan carajillo... pero creo que esa fue la primera vez que mi cabeza cayó en cuenta que había gente que sufría afuera (la canción se hizo para ayudar a la gente de Etiopía...&lt;br /&gt;En ese momento no reconocí casi a nadie, pero ahora me divierto viendo a todas las caras que ya reconozco, mientras la canto... pura magia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WmxT21uFRwM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WmxT21uFRwM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cantela!&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time when we heed a certain call (&lt;b&gt;Lionel Richie&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;When the world must come together as one (&lt;b&gt;Lionel Richie&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;Stevie Wonder&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;There are people dying (&lt;b&gt;Stevie Wonder&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it's time to lend a hand to life (&lt;b&gt;Paul Simon&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;The greatest gift of all (&lt;b&gt;Paul Simon&lt;/b&gt;/&lt;b&gt;Kenny Rogers&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't go on pretending day by day (&lt;b&gt;Kenny Rogers&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;That someone, somehow will soon make a change (&lt;b&gt;James Ingram&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;We're all a part of God's great big family (&lt;b&gt;Tina Turner&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;And the truth (&lt;b&gt;Billy Joel&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;You know love is all we need (&lt;b&gt;Tina Turner&lt;/b&gt;/&lt;b&gt;Billy Joel&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( CHORUS )&lt;br /&gt;We are the world, we are the children&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones who make a brighter day so let's start giving (&lt;b&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;There's a choice we're making we're saving our own lives (&lt;b&gt;Diana Ross&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;It's true we'll make a better day just you and me (&lt;b&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/b&gt;/&lt;b&gt;Diana Ross&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, send'em you your heart so they know that someone cares (&lt;b&gt;Dionne Warwick&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;And their lives will be stronger and free (&lt;b&gt;Dionne Warwick&lt;/b&gt;/&lt;b&gt;Willie Nelson&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;As God has shown us by turning stone to bread (&lt;b&gt;Willie Nelson&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;And so we all must lend a helping hand (&lt;b&gt;Al Jurreau&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( REPEAT CHORUS )&lt;br /&gt;We are the world, we are the children (&lt;b&gt;Bruce Springsteen&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones who make a brighter day so let's start giving (&lt;b&gt;Kenny Logins&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;There's a choice we're making we're saving our own lives (&lt;b&gt;Steve Perry&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;It's true we'll make a better day just you and me (&lt;b&gt;Daryl Hall&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're down and out there seems no hope at all (&lt;b&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;But if you just believe there's no way we can fall (&lt;b&gt;Huey Lewis&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well, let's realize that a change can only come (&lt;b&gt;Cyndi Lauper&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;When we (&lt;b&gt;Kim Carnes&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt; stand together as one (&lt;b&gt;Kim Carnes&lt;/b&gt;/&lt;b&gt;Cyndi Lauper&lt;/b&gt;/&lt;b&gt;Huey Lewis&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(REPEAT CHORUS AND FADE )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167806912104545021-7922184140899324593?l=musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/feeds/7922184140899324593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167806912104545021&amp;postID=7922184140899324593' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/7922184140899324593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/7922184140899324593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-are-world-varios-1985.html' title='We Are the World (varios) (1985)'/><author><name>Carlos Guzman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352845799980633984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aW5DNbAjGc0/SYME-2Ys8rI/AAAAAAAABIU/6cx_udgLexQ/S220/P6030059+%5B800x600%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167806912104545021.post-7606219809112955237</id><published>2008-03-04T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T01:19:08.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pop en Ingles'/><title type='text'>Make Me Lose Control (Eric Carmen) (1988)</title><content type='html'>Recuerdo mis dias en sexto grado de escuela y esta canción, y el video también! el coro es super pegajoso y recuerdo que estuve como 3 meses tarareándolo... qué tiempos!&lt;br /&gt;Por cierto, me contaron que en estos días cancelaron la frecuencia de la emisora donde escuchaba toda esa música en Costa Rica... qué triste!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zajTU5h_YGM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zajTU5h_YGM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cantela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run a comb through my hair and step out in the street&lt;br /&gt;And the city's the color of flame in the mid-summer heat, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer's got her daddy's car, she's playing up-town on the stereo&lt;br /&gt;We go cruisin' so close, the way they did long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darlin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;(Turn) Turn the radio up for that sweet sound&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close never let me go&lt;br /&gt;(Keep) Keep this feelin' alive&lt;br /&gt;Make me lose control&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby&lt;br /&gt;(When) When I look in your eyes, I go crazy&lt;br /&gt;Fever's high with the lights down low&lt;br /&gt;(So take) Take me over the edge&lt;br /&gt;Make me lose control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put the top down and park with the moon in the sky&lt;br /&gt;And the wind is so hot in our hair, like a fire in july, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer's singin' "Stand by Me" and she knows every single word by heart&lt;br /&gt;Was love always this good, or could this be just the start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh darlin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep my baby clothes on, and were movin' in time&lt;br /&gt;And the heat from your touch, makes me feel like I'm losing my mind&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;(And then they played) Back in my arms again(We close our eyes) We start rememberin' when&lt;br /&gt;(We start to kiss) And all the feelings return&lt;br /&gt;And we just pray that this night never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my darlin'&lt;br /&gt;(Turn) Turn the radio up for that sweet sound&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Keep this feelin' alive make me lose control&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;When I look in your eyes, I go crazy&lt;br /&gt;Fever's high with the lights down low&lt;br /&gt;(So take) Take me over the edge&lt;br /&gt;Make me lose control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Turn) Turn the radio up for that sweet sound&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close never let me go&lt;br /&gt;(Keep) Keep this feelin' alive make me lose control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look in your eyes, I go crazy&lt;br /&gt;Fever's high with the lights down low&lt;br /&gt;(So take) Take me over the edge make me lose control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Guzman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352845799980633984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aW5DNbAjGc0/SYME-2Ys8rI/AAAAAAAABIU/6cx_udgLexQ/S220/P6030059+%5B800x600%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167806912104545021.post-603254592718862513</id><published>2008-02-27T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T04:03:07.032-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pop en español'/><title type='text'>Amor Eterno (Rocío Durcal)</title><content type='html'>No sé, no me pregunten porqué... esta canción me trae recuerdos del patio de mi casa al atardecer escuchando una grabadora vieja... y el viento frío de diciembre en la cara... bonitos recuerdos que uno por alguna razón asocia a la música que oye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ckhU6pBDJ84&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ckhU6pBDJ84&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;cantela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-size: 10pt; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Tu eres la tristeza de mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;que lloran en silencio por tu amor&lt;br /&gt;me miro en el espejo y veo en mi rostro&lt;br /&gt;el tiempo que he sufrido por tu adios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obligo a que te olvide el pensamiento&lt;br /&gt;pues siempre estoy pensando en el ayer&lt;br /&gt;prefiero estar dormida que despierta&lt;br /&gt;de tanto que me duele que no estes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como quisiera ahhh que tu vivieras&lt;br /&gt;que tus ojitos jamas se hubieran&lt;br /&gt;cerrado nunca y estar mirandolos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor eterno e inolvidable&lt;br /&gt;tarde o temprano estare contigo&lt;br /&gt;para seguir amandonos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo he sufrido tanto por tu ausencia&lt;br /&gt;que desde ese dia hasta hoy no soy feliz&lt;br /&gt;y aunque tengo tranquila mi conciencia&lt;br /&gt;se que pude haber yo hecho mas por ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscura soledad estoy viviendo&lt;br /&gt;la misma soledad de tu sepulcro&lt;br /&gt;tu eres el amor del cual yo tengo&lt;br /&gt;el mas triste recuerdo de Acapulco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como quisiera ahhh que tu vivieras&lt;br /&gt;que tus ojitos jamas se hubieran&lt;br /&gt;cerrado nunca y estar mirandolos&lt;br /&gt;amor eterno e inolvidable&lt;br /&gt;tarde o temprano estare contigo&lt;br /&gt;para seguir amandonos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor eterno (amore eterno) eterno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Guzman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352845799980633984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aW5DNbAjGc0/SYME-2Ys8rI/AAAAAAAABIU/6cx_udgLexQ/S220/P6030059+%5B800x600%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167806912104545021.post-584761276191688903</id><published>2008-02-20T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T03:39:00.086-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pop en Ingles'/><title type='text'>Beat it (Michael Jackson) (1982)</title><content type='html'>Aunque la otra canción del álbum (thriller) fue más famosa, esta es mi favorita del disco, y en general de Michael Jackson. En mi casa trataba de bailarla y me moría por una jacket roja! (jejeje). La guitarra del video es lo mejor! (luego supe que la toca otra bestia de los 80s (Eddie Van Halen)&lt;br /&gt;Otro recuerdo es ver a Nelson Hoffmann (el de "Hola Vejentud" decir que la canción se llamaba "golpéalo". Por años creí que en realidad así se llamaba la canción, hasta que aprendí inglés y supe que "beat it" es una expresión que quiere decir algo así como "lárguese!"&lt;br /&gt;Oh Nelson! jajajajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k20Btu-cz14&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k20Btu-cz14&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;cantela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; They told him don't you ever come around here&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear&lt;br /&gt;The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear&lt;br /&gt;So beat it, just beat it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better run, you better do what you can&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man&lt;br /&gt;You wanna be tough, better do what you can&lt;br /&gt;So beat it, but you wanna be bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to be defeated&lt;br /&gt;Showin' how funky and strong is your fight&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who's wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it&lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it&lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it&lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're out to get you, better leave while you can&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man&lt;br /&gt;You wanna stay alive, better do what you can&lt;br /&gt;So beat it, just beat it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to show them that you're really not scared&lt;br /&gt;You're playin' with your life, this ain't no truth or dare&lt;br /&gt;They'll kick you, then they beat you,&lt;br /&gt;Then they'll tell you it's fair&lt;br /&gt;So beat it, but you wanna be bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to be defeated&lt;br /&gt;Showin' how funky and strong is your fight&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who's wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to be defeated&lt;br /&gt;Showin' how funky and strong is your fight&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who's wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to be defeated&lt;br /&gt;Showin' how funky and strong is your fight&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who's wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it&lt;br /&gt;Beat it, beat it, beat it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to be defeated&lt;br /&gt;Showin' how funky and strong is your fight&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to be defeated&lt;br /&gt;Showin' how funky and strong is your fight&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who's wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to be defeated&lt;br /&gt;Showin' how funky and strong is your fight&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who's wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it&lt;br /&gt;Beat it, beat it, beat it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to be defeated&lt;br /&gt;Showin' how funky and strong is your fight&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to be defeated&lt;br /&gt;Showin' how funky and strong is your fight&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who's wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to be defeated&lt;br /&gt;Showin' how funky and strong is your fight&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who's wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to be defeated&lt;br /&gt;Just beat it, beat it&lt;br /&gt;Beat it, beat it, beat it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167806912104545021-584761276191688903?l=musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/feeds/584761276191688903/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167806912104545021&amp;postID=584761276191688903' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/584761276191688903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/584761276191688903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/2008/02/beat-it-michael-jackson-1982.html' title='Beat it (Michael Jackson) (1982)'/><author><name>Carlos Guzman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352845799980633984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aW5DNbAjGc0/SYME-2Ys8rI/AAAAAAAABIU/6cx_udgLexQ/S220/P6030059+%5B800x600%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167806912104545021.post-585687416655230564</id><published>2008-02-17T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T03:56:49.829-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balada en español'/><title type='text'>Guabalberto Ibarreto (Ladrón de tu amor) (Telenovela Leonela) (1984)</title><content type='html'>Aclaro que en mi casa de mi mamá no se veían novelas, sino hasta hace unos cuantos años atrás... lo que pasa es que mi abuela si veía, en especial esta de 1984... ustedes saben cómo se le clavan a uno esas canciones...&lt;br /&gt;..."que quien te hace llorar, es quien te amaaaa" jajaja&lt;br /&gt;para los que no se saben la trama, el tipo viola a la muchacha al principio de la novela, y luego se enamora de ella, tratando de conquistarla durante el resto de los capítulos... y por increíble que parezca, al final quedan juntos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z6fsCGC415M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z6fsCGC415M&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;cantela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Aquella noche un vagabundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;cambió tu risa en amargura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;y sin permiso entró en tu mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;para robarte la ternura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Y desde entonces me condeno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;a que no vuelvas a ser mía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;a estar perdida entre mis sueños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;a que me niegues cada día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Soy el ladrón de tu amor, tu mal recuerdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;soy el nombre que no quieres mencionar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;y al saber de tu desprecio, siento miedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;que nunca, nunca me puedas perdonar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Soy el ladrón de tu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;y estoy confeso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;yo se bien que no estarás cuando me vaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;y aunque te duela mas, apréndete esto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;que quien te hace llorar, es quien te ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;que quien te hace llorar, es quien te ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Y aquí en mi soledad te sueño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Y por las noches yo te invento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;De tu castigo soy el dueño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Porque tu odio es lo que encuentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Soy el ladrón de tu amor, tu mal recuerdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;soy el nombre que no quieres mencionar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;y al saber de tu desprecio, siento miedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;que nunca, nunca me puedas perdonar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Soy el ladrón de tu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;y estoy confeso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;yo se bien que no estarás cuando me vaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;y aunque te duela mas, apréndete esto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;que quien te hace llorar, es quien te ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;que quien te hace llorar, es quien te a&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167806912104545021-585687416655230564?l=musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/feeds/585687416655230564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167806912104545021&amp;postID=585687416655230564' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/585687416655230564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/585687416655230564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/2008/02/guabalberto-ibarreto-ladrn-de-tu-amor.html' title='Guabalberto Ibarreto (Ladrón de tu amor) (Telenovela Leonela) (1984)'/><author><name>Carlos Guzman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352845799980633984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aW5DNbAjGc0/SYME-2Ys8rI/AAAAAAAABIU/6cx_udgLexQ/S220/P6030059+%5B800x600%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167806912104545021.post-3869343269735605168</id><published>2008-02-13T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T03:41:10.597-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><title type='text'>I Was Made for Loving You (Kiss) (1979)</title><content type='html'>Este tipo de canciones tienen una connotación curiosa en Costa Rica (al menos por lo que he visto). Mi recuerdo de esta música es ver jóvenes tatuados fumando "cosas raras" en las esquinas y con las "transetas" escuchando esa música. Luego cuando pude ir yo a un baile y vi los bailes... quede convencido... jajaja&lt;br /&gt;Un clásico definitivamente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HnqUAbGMjLI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HnqUAbGMjLI&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;cantela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do&lt;br /&gt;Do, do, do, do, do, do, do&lt;br /&gt;Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do&lt;br /&gt;Do, do, do, do, do, do, do&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I wanna give it all to you&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Theres so much I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;And tonight I wanna lay it at your feet&lt;br /&gt;cause girl, I was made for you&lt;br /&gt;And girl, you were made for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was made for lovin you baby&lt;br /&gt;You were made for lovin me&lt;br /&gt;And I cant get enough of you baby&lt;br /&gt;Can you get enough of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I wanna see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Feel the magic&lt;br /&gt;Theres something that drives me wild&lt;br /&gt;And tonight were gonna make it all come true&lt;br /&gt;cause girl, you were made for me&lt;br /&gt;And girl I was made for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was made for lovin you baby&lt;br /&gt;You were made for lovin me&lt;br /&gt;And I cant get enough of you baby&lt;br /&gt;Can you get enough of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was made for lovin you baby&lt;br /&gt;You were made for lovin me&lt;br /&gt;And I can give it all to you baby&lt;br /&gt;Can you give it all to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, cant get enough, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;I cant get enough, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;I cant get enough&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do&lt;br /&gt;Do, do, do, do, do, do, do&lt;br /&gt;Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do&lt;br /&gt;Do, do, do, do, do, do, do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was made for lovin you baby&lt;br /&gt;You were made for lovin me&lt;br /&gt;And I cant get enough of you baby&lt;br /&gt;Can you get enough of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was made, you were made&lt;br /&gt;I cant get enough&lt;br /&gt;No, I cant get enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was made for lovin you baby&lt;br /&gt;You were made for lovin me&lt;br /&gt;And I cant get enough of you baby&lt;br /&gt;Can you get enough of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was made for lovin you baby&lt;br /&gt;You were made for lovin me&lt;br /&gt;And I can give it all to you baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167806912104545021-3869343269735605168?l=musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/feeds/3869343269735605168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167806912104545021&amp;postID=3869343269735605168' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/3869343269735605168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/3869343269735605168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-was-made-for-loving-you-kiss-1979.html' title='I Was Made for Loving You (Kiss) (1979)'/><author><name>Carlos Guzman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352845799980633984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aW5DNbAjGc0/SYME-2Ys8rI/AAAAAAAABIU/6cx_udgLexQ/S220/P6030059+%5B800x600%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167806912104545021.post-2327200434616143853</id><published>2008-02-10T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:56:57.646-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pop en español'/><title type='text'>Moscu (Georgie Dann)</title><content type='html'>No es la &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQAKRw6mToA"&gt;versión original&lt;/a&gt; de Dschinguis Khan, sino la que se oyó en los países de habla hispana. Excelente canción y aunque mucha gente no me crea, uno de mis primerísimos recuerdos de infancia fue ver a Misha llorar en la &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hX9N3Vj6ES8"&gt;clausura de los juegos olímpicos de Moscú 1980&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Siciv9Hsi54&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Siciv9Hsi54&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&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/8167806912104545021-2327200434616143853?l=musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/feeds/2327200434616143853/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167806912104545021&amp;postID=2327200434616143853' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/2327200434616143853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/2327200434616143853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/2008/02/moscu-georgie-dann.html' title='Moscu (Georgie Dann)'/><author><name>Carlos Guzman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352845799980633984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aW5DNbAjGc0/SYME-2Ys8rI/AAAAAAAABIU/6cx_udgLexQ/S220/P6030059+%5B800x600%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167806912104545021.post-8996730774423248257</id><published>2008-02-05T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T03:42:26.636-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tropical'/><title type='text'>Hot Hot Hot (Arrow) (1982)</title><content type='html'>No! no era la de The Cure! mi papá compró el disco de este artista de Soca-Calypso y luego que lo oí la primera vez ya no pude dejar de escucharlo! para los que no saben quién la cantaba, así como otras muy conocidas del género, bueno, aquí lo tienen (no es exactamente la versión que venía en el LP pero bueno...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wUiNxubiP5Y&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wUiNxubiP5Y&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;cantela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ole, ole, ole, ole&lt;br /&gt;Ole, ole, ole, ole&lt;br /&gt;Feeling hot, hot, hot&lt;br /&gt;Feeling hot, hot, hot&lt;br /&gt;Feeling hot, hot, hot&lt;br /&gt;Feeling hot, hot, hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me mind ina fire&lt;br /&gt;Me soul on fire&lt;br /&gt;Feeling hot, hot, hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party people&lt;br /&gt;All around me&lt;br /&gt;Feeling hot, hot, hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do on a night like this?&lt;br /&gt;Music sweet, I can't resist&lt;br /&gt;We need a party song&lt;br /&gt;I found a mento jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me rom-bom-bom-bom&lt;br /&gt;Let me rom-bom-bom-bom&lt;br /&gt;Ole, ole, ole, ole&lt;br /&gt;Ole, ole, ole, ole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me rom-bom-bom-bom&lt;br /&gt;Let me rom-bom-bom-bom&lt;br /&gt;Feeling hot, hot, hot&lt;br /&gt;Feeling hot, hot, hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See people rocking&lt;br /&gt;And people jamming&lt;br /&gt;Feeling hot, hot, hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the spirit&lt;br /&gt;Come on let's do it&lt;br /&gt;Feeling hot, hot, hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands in the air, sending graze your time&lt;br /&gt;Let music capture at your mind&lt;br /&gt;We have this party song&lt;br /&gt;I found a mento jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me rom-bom-bom-bom&lt;br /&gt;Let me rom-bom-bom-bom&lt;br /&gt;Ole, ole, ole, ole&lt;br /&gt;Ole, ole, ole, ole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me rom-bom-bom-bom&lt;br /&gt;Let me rom-bom-bom-bom&lt;br /&gt;Feeling hot, hot, hot&lt;br /&gt;Feeling hot, hot, hot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167806912104545021-8996730774423248257?l=musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/feeds/8996730774423248257/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167806912104545021&amp;postID=8996730774423248257' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/8996730774423248257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/8996730774423248257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/2008/02/hot-hot-hot-arrow-1982.html' title='Hot Hot Hot (Arrow) (1982)'/><author><name>Carlos Guzman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352845799980633984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aW5DNbAjGc0/SYME-2Ys8rI/AAAAAAAABIU/6cx_udgLexQ/S220/P6030059+%5B800x600%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167806912104545021.post-8085252107416685186</id><published>2008-02-03T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T03:58:29.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tropical'/><title type='text'>Cómo fue (Benny Moré) (195?)</title><content type='html'>Esta es una entre muchas de las canciones que recuerdo oír de los LP's que mi papá ponía en la casa. Creo que poca gente puede negar que este es un clásico de la música latinoamericana. Como 20 años después yo mismo me compré un CD de Benny Moré!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DtgugwX6pXM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DtgugwX6pXM&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;cantela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Como fué&lt;br /&gt;No se decirte como fué&lt;br /&gt;No se explicarme que paso,&lt;br /&gt;Pero de ti me enamoré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fué una luz&lt;br /&gt;Iluminando todo mi ser&lt;br /&gt;Tu risa como un manantial&lt;br /&gt;Lleno mi vida de inquietud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fueron tus ojos o tu boca&lt;br /&gt;Fueron tus manos o tu voz&lt;br /&gt;Fué a lo mejor, la impaciencia&lt;br /&gt;De tanto esperar tu llegada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como fué&lt;br /&gt;No se decirte como fué&lt;br /&gt;No se explicarme que paso&lt;br /&gt;Pero de ti me enamoré&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167806912104545021-8085252107416685186?l=musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/feeds/8085252107416685186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167806912104545021&amp;postID=8085252107416685186' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/8085252107416685186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/8085252107416685186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/2008/02/como-fue-benny-mor-195.html' title='Cómo fue (Benny Moré) (195?)'/><author><name>Carlos Guzman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352845799980633984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aW5DNbAjGc0/SYME-2Ys8rI/AAAAAAAABIU/6cx_udgLexQ/S220/P6030059+%5B800x600%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167806912104545021.post-855642730572440635</id><published>2008-01-31T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T03:43:22.488-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pop en Ingles'/><title type='text'>Physical (Olivia Newton John) (1981)</title><content type='html'>Este video me trae extraños recuerdos... como mi primer crush, la primera vez que recuerde haber visto a una mujer en leotardo haciendo ejercicios... y la parte en el segundo 35 del video que todavia me para el pelo (y otra cosa en aquel tiempo...!) pero lo peor son los tipos en calzoncillos al final del video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VQXECBdPgEA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VQXECBdPgEA&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;cantela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I'm saying all the things that I know you'll like&lt;br /&gt;Making good conversation&lt;br /&gt;I gotta handle you just right&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;I took you to an intimate restaurant&lt;br /&gt;Then to a suggestive movie&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to talk about&lt;br /&gt;Unless it's horizontally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get physical, physical&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get physical&lt;br /&gt;Let's get into physical&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear your body talk, your body talk&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear your body talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been patient, I've been good&lt;br /&gt;Tried to keep my hands on the table&lt;br /&gt;It's gettin' hard this holdin' back&lt;br /&gt;If you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you'll understand my point of view&lt;br /&gt;We know each other mentally&lt;br /&gt;You gotta know that you're bringin' out&lt;br /&gt;The animal in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get physical, physical&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get physical&lt;br /&gt;Let's get into physical&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear your body talk, your body talk&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear your body talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get physical, physical&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get physical&lt;br /&gt;Let's get into physical&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear your body talk, your body talk&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear your body talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get physical, physical&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get physical&lt;br /&gt;Let's get into physical&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear your body talk, your body talk&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear your body talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get animal, animal&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get animal&lt;br /&gt;Let's get into animal&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear your body talk&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear your body talk   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167806912104545021-855642730572440635?l=musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/feeds/855642730572440635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167806912104545021&amp;postID=855642730572440635' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/855642730572440635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/855642730572440635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/2008/01/physical-olivia-newton-john-1981.html' title='Physical (Olivia Newton John) (1981)'/><author><name>Carlos Guzman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352845799980633984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aW5DNbAjGc0/SYME-2Ys8rI/AAAAAAAABIU/6cx_udgLexQ/S220/P6030059+%5B800x600%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167806912104545021.post-4223730474730656132</id><published>2008-01-30T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T03:45:22.371-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock en Español'/><title type='text'>Cuando pase el temblor (Soda Stereo) (1985)</title><content type='html'>despues de ver que mi papás tenían sus propias colecciones musicales, yo me dije, bueno, y porqué yo no? así que decidí empezar a tener mi propia música! Ahora, tenemos el pequeño problema que no tenía ni un cinco para comprar discos, así que qué tenía que hacer? pues grabar cassettes... y esos si eran máss baratos así que podía pedirle a mi papá que me comprara uno o sino agarrar uno de los de mi mamá y pasarle por encima...&lt;br /&gt;de esa manera me puse a buscar entre las emisoras con los dedos puestos en la tecla "play" y "rec" hasta encontrar canciones que me gustaran o que se se oyeran bien. Una de esas canciones es esta, que todavía hoy me trae los recuerdos de ese cassette todo estirado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UdLqEZRJ3aY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UdLqEZRJ3aY&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;cantela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                         Yo, caminaré entre las piedras&lt;br /&gt;Hasta sentir el temblor, en mis piernas&lt;br /&gt;A veces tengo temor, lo sé&lt;br /&gt;A veces vergüenza&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy sentado en un cráter desierto&lt;br /&gt;Sigo aguardando el temblor, en mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Nadie me vio partir, lo sé&lt;br /&gt;Nadie me espera&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Hay una grieta en mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Un planeta con disolución&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se que te encontraré en esas ruinas&lt;br /&gt;Ya no tendremos que hablar (que hablar)&lt;br /&gt;Del temblor&lt;br /&gt;Te besaré en el temblor (lo sé)&lt;br /&gt;Será un buen momento&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Hay una grieta en mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Un planeta con desilusión&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;El temblor (despiértame)&lt;br /&gt;Cuando pase el temblor&lt;br /&gt;(Despiértame) cuando pase el temblor&lt;br /&gt;(Despiértame) cuando pase el&lt;br /&gt;temblor&lt;br /&gt;Despiértame&lt;br /&gt;Despiértame, cuando pase el temblor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167806912104545021-4223730474730656132?l=musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/feeds/4223730474730656132/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167806912104545021&amp;postID=4223730474730656132' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/4223730474730656132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/4223730474730656132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/2008/01/cuando-pase-el-temblor-soda-stereo-1985.html' title='Cuando pase el temblor (Soda Stereo) (1985)'/><author><name>Carlos Guzman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352845799980633984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aW5DNbAjGc0/SYME-2Ys8rI/AAAAAAAABIU/6cx_udgLexQ/S220/P6030059+%5B800x600%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167806912104545021.post-7466593761618237930</id><published>2008-01-21T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T03:46:46.581-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bossa Nova'/><title type='text'>Fool on the Hill (Sergio Mendes &amp; Brasil '66)</title><content type='html'>Mi papá tenía una colección bastante grande de LP's. Al principio el compraba en grandes cantidades música de Benny Moré y algunos otros músicos. Este disco en especial me gustó tanto que le llegó el punto en que lo rayé. Esta canción así como aparece en este video tiene exactamente el mismo sonido que yo recuerdo! (de paso esta fue mi introducción a The Beatles también...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9S9BsDcndTs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9S9BsDcndTs&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;cantela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Day after day alone on the hill,&lt;br /&gt;The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still,&lt;br /&gt;But nobody wants to know him,&lt;br /&gt;They can see that he's just a fool,&lt;br /&gt;And he never gives an answer,&lt;br /&gt;But the fool on the hill&lt;br /&gt;Sees the sun going down,&lt;br /&gt;And the eyes in his head,&lt;br /&gt;See the world spinning around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on his way his head in a cloud,&lt;br /&gt;The man of a thousand voices talking percetly loud&lt;br /&gt;But nobody ever hears him,&lt;br /&gt;Or the sound he appears to make,&lt;br /&gt;And he never seems to notice,&lt;br /&gt;But the fool on the hill . . .&lt;br /&gt;Nobody seems to like him&lt;br /&gt;They can tell what he wants to do.&lt;br /&gt;And he never shows his feelings,&lt;br /&gt;But the fool on the hill . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167806912104545021-7466593761618237930?l=musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/feeds/7466593761618237930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167806912104545021&amp;postID=7466593761618237930' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/7466593761618237930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/7466593761618237930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/2008/01/fool-on-hill-sergio-mendes-brasil-66.html' title='Fool on the Hill (Sergio Mendes &amp; Brasil &apos;66)'/><author><name>Carlos Guzman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352845799980633984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aW5DNbAjGc0/SYME-2Ys8rI/AAAAAAAABIU/6cx_udgLexQ/S220/P6030059+%5B800x600%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167806912104545021.post-2728780067328604582</id><published>2008-01-20T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T03:47:40.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><title type='text'>Cum on feel the noize (Quiet Riot) (1983)</title><content type='html'>Esta era la segunda canción de ese cassette. En ese momento yo sinceramente pensaba que mi vecino mínimo fumaba mariguana y adoraba al diablo (que inocente yo!) Esta es otra canción que seguí escuchando luego en los "bailes" (o más bien bunkers) que hacían en el comunal de mi querido Hatillo 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KW2J_UZ8lQU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KW2J_UZ8lQU&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;cantela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on feel the noise&lt;br /&gt;Girls rock your boys&lt;br /&gt;We'll get wild, wild, wild!&lt;br /&gt;Wild, wild, wild!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think I got an evil mind,&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think my singing's out of time,&lt;br /&gt;it makes me money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, anymore&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on, feel the noise&lt;br /&gt;Girls rock your boys&lt;br /&gt;We'll get wild, wild, wild&lt;br /&gt;Wild, wild, wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, feel the noise&lt;br /&gt;Girls rock your boys&lt;br /&gt;We'll get wild, wild, wild,&lt;br /&gt;get wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see I got a funny face,&lt;br /&gt;I got no worries&lt;br /&gt;And don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i gotta sing with some disgrace,&lt;br /&gt;I'm in no hurry&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, anymore&lt;br /&gt;no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, feel the noise&lt;br /&gt;Girls rock your boys&lt;br /&gt;We'll get wild, wild, wild,&lt;br /&gt;wild, wild, wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, feel the noise&lt;br /&gt;Girls rock your boys&lt;br /&gt;We'll get wild, wild, wild,&lt;br /&gt;get wild&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you think we have a lazy time,&lt;br /&gt;You should know better&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you say I got a dirty mind,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mean go getter&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, anymore&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on feel the noise&lt;br /&gt;Girls rock your boys&lt;br /&gt;We'll get wild, wild, wild,&lt;br /&gt;Wild, wild, wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, feel the noise&lt;br /&gt;Girls rock your boys&lt;br /&gt;We'll get wild, wild, wild&lt;br /&gt;get wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on (come on) feel it&lt;br /&gt;Girls rock your boys (girls rock it)&lt;br /&gt;We'll get wild, wild, wild&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna get wild (wild,wild,wild)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna get rocked tonight (come on feel the noise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock it tonight (girls rock your boys)&lt;br /&gt;We'll get wild, wild, wild&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ah, ah (wooooo)&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ah, ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, feel the noise&lt;br /&gt;Girls rock your boys&lt;br /&gt;We'll get wild, wild, wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ah, ah&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ah, ah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167806912104545021-2728780067328604582?l=musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/feeds/2728780067328604582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167806912104545021&amp;postID=2728780067328604582' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/2728780067328604582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/2728780067328604582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/2008/01/cum-on-feel-noize-quiet-riot.html' title='Cum on feel the noize (Quiet Riot) (1983)'/><author><name>Carlos Guzman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352845799980633984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aW5DNbAjGc0/SYME-2Ys8rI/AAAAAAAABIU/6cx_udgLexQ/S220/P6030059+%5B800x600%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8167806912104545021.post-441838734952841917</id><published>2008-01-20T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T03:48:54.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><title type='text'>We're not gonna take it (Twisted Sister) (1984)</title><content type='html'>Tal vez mi primer experiencia con el rock en inglés (aparte de las canciones de Iron Maiden que escuchaba a través de la pared de mi cuarto). Recuerdo haber escuchado esta canción en una grabadora vieja con un cassette que me había prestado el vecino de al lado y aunque no entendía nada de la letra, pensaba "uy, estará bien oir esto?" ahora, antes que me juzguen, piensen que era 1984! estaba apenas en segundo grado de la escuela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gs37NSLy3z4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gs37NSLy3z4&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;cantela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Oh We're Not Gonna Take It&lt;br /&gt;no, We Ain't Gonna Take It&lt;br /&gt;oh We're Not Gonna Take It Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've Got The Right To Choose And&lt;br /&gt;there Ain't No Way We'll Lose It&lt;br /&gt;this Is Our Life, This Is Our Song&lt;br /&gt;we'll Fight The Powers That Be Just&lt;br /&gt;don't Pick Our Destiny 'cause&lt;br /&gt;you Don't Know Us, You Don't Belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh We're Not Gonna Take It&lt;br /&gt;no, We Ain't Gonna Take It&lt;br /&gt;oh We're Not Gonna Take It Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh You're So Condescending&lt;br /&gt;your Gall Is Never Ending&lt;br /&gt;we Don't Want Nothin', Not A Thing From You&lt;br /&gt;your Life Is Trite And Jaded&lt;br /&gt;boring And Confiscated&lt;br /&gt;if That's Your Best, Your Best Won't Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.....................&lt;br /&gt;oh.....................&lt;br /&gt;we're Right/yeah&lt;br /&gt;we're Free/yeah&lt;br /&gt;we'll Fight/yeah&lt;br /&gt;you'll See/yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh We're Not Gonna Take It&lt;br /&gt;no, We Ain't Gonna Take It&lt;br /&gt;oh We're Not Gonna Take It Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh We're Not Gonna Take It&lt;br /&gt;no, We Ain't Gonna Take It&lt;br /&gt;oh We're Not Gonna Take It Anymore&lt;br /&gt;no Way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.....................&lt;br /&gt;oh.....................&lt;br /&gt;we're Right/yeah&lt;br /&gt;we're Free/yeah&lt;br /&gt;we'll Fight/yeah&lt;br /&gt;you'll See/yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're Not Gonna Take It&lt;br /&gt;no, We Ain't Gonna Take It&lt;br /&gt;we're Not Gonna Take It Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're Not Gonna Take It, No!&lt;br /&gt;no, We Ain't Gonna Take It&lt;br /&gt;we're Not Gonna Take It Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just You Try And Make Us&lt;br /&gt;we're Not Gonna Take It&lt;br /&gt;come On&lt;br /&gt;no, We Ain't Gonna Take It&lt;br /&gt;you're All Worthless And Weak&lt;br /&gt;we're Not Gonna Take It Anymore&lt;br /&gt;now Drop And Give Me Twenty&lt;br /&gt;we're Not Gonna Take It&lt;br /&gt;oh Crinch Pin&lt;br /&gt;no, We Ain't Gonna Take It&lt;br /&gt;oh You And Your Uniform&lt;br /&gt;we're Not Gonna Take It Anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8167806912104545021-441838734952841917?l=musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/feeds/441838734952841917/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8167806912104545021&amp;postID=441838734952841917' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/441838734952841917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8167806912104545021/posts/default/441838734952841917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musica-carlosguzman.blogspot.com/2008/01/were-not-gonna-take-it-twisted-sister.html' title='We&apos;re not gonna take it (Twisted Sister) (1984)'/><author><name>Carlos Guzman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07352845799980633984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aW5DNbAjGc0/SYME-2Ys8rI/AAAAAAAABIU/6cx_udgLexQ/S220/P6030059+%5B800x600%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
