Holidays in the Sun :: twistin' and gone :: Madrid
Holidays in the Sun is a Madrid-based postroots band with a twist! Les Vacances au Soleil sont les racines Madrid-basées d'un poteau se Réunissent avec une Torsion! Os Feriados no Sol são raizes Madrid-baseadas de um borne Unem-se com uma Torção! Le Feste al Sole è radici Madrid-basate dell'alberino Legano con una Torsione!
viernes, julio 25, 2008
Digital (and legal) H.I.T.S. mp3s
Hey! Our songs can now be downloaded (bought) in a couple of online music stores:
El sabado, Mark me dijo que tenia un ticket de sobra para ver los entrenos oficiales de Moto GP. "Tal vez me arrepienta", pense, pero ya habia hecho planes. Y, tal vez, montarse en un Dodge Challenger con dos amigas y bajar por la Highway 1 sea una de esas cosas con las ningun plan B puede competir. Por mucho que ese plan B sea ver en directo el sacacorchos de Laguna Seca.
Despues de un dia nublado, cruzando los viejos puentes de Big Sur, pasando la tarde en una de las playas mas bonitas del mundo y visitando la libreria del viejo Henry, me acorde de una cosa. Un dia que hicimos pellas en la Autonoma y que termino con unos bocatas grasientos de calamares en La Campana (Pza. Mayor), hace ya diez anyos, Tania, una amiga de los Migueles, me dijo que "Going to California" era la mejor road song de la historia. Asi que busque en el iPod de mi socia —que me miraba sonriendo colocandose unas flores en el pelo— et voila, sorprendentemente, era una de las pocas canciones que tenia de Led Zep. Despues de volver de la playa puse la cancion y todo empezo a cobrar un sentido definitivo. La cancion estaba escrita para mi, para ese preciso momento. Solo puedo dar gracias.
Spent my days with a woman unkind, Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine. Made up my mind to make a new start, Going To California with an aching in my heart. Someone told me there's a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair. Took my chances on a big jet plane, never let them tell you that they're all the same. The sea was red and the sky was grey, wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today. The mountains and the canyons started to tremble and shake as the children of the sun began to awake.
Seems that the wrath of the Gods Got a punch on the nose and it started to flow; I think I might be sinking. Throw me a line if I reach it in time I'll meet you up there where the path Runs straight and high.
To find a queen without a king, They say she plays guitar and cries and sings... la la la Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn Tryin' to find a woman who's never, never, never been born. Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams, Telling myself it's not as hard, hard, hard as it seems.
