@woody_alien ese dicho que tanto se ha dicho (y yo me incluyicho) tiene un fallo un poco gordo, porque por cohrencia habría que decir que es un dicho tirando a simple. @Tumbadito
Mal por el telediario de la Primera, que ha homenajeado a Diane Keaton con un fragmento en versión doblada de Annie Hall.
Y esta vez bien por Antena 3, que ha puesto exactamente el mismo fragmento en versión original, con la voz de fallecida.
@Zoidborg Un sociópata o como se diga, los mismos que salen el baño del bar sin dignarse a darle al botoncito de la cisterna; no les supone ningún beneficio personal, no lo hacen.
Pasados los milenials, no deberíamos asumir ni nombres ni etapas foráneas para identificar las nuevas generaciones aborígenes de Spaña.
Propongo:
- "Generación Pueltorrico", a la que sucumbió al reaggetón o como se escriba, me la suda.
- "Generación Bro", a los mocosos de ahora.
O mejor aún, nada de poner nombre a generaciones inventadas que duran un lustro.
Toda mi vida ha cambiado
Desde que te conocí
Paso las noches soñando
Y espero el momento de estar junto a ti
Atrás se queda el invierno
La primavera es mejor
Pronto en verano estaremos
Tú y yo sentiremos los rayos del sol
Vacaciones de verano para mí
Caminando por la arena junto a ti
Vacaciones de verano para mí
Hoy mi vida comienza (a despertar)
Hoy se ha abierto la puerta (sin llamar)
Hoy te tengo a mi lado y soy feliz
¡Arriba!
Atrás se queda el invierno
La primavera es mejor
Pronto en verano estaremos
Tú y yo sentiremos los rayos del sol
Vacaciones de verano para mí
Caminando por la arena junto a ti
Vacaciones de verano para mí
Hoy mi vida comienza (a despertar)
Hoy se ha abierto la puerta (sin llamar)
Hoy te tengo a mi lado y soy feliz
Vacaciones de verano para mí
Caminando por la arena junto a ti
Vacaciones de verano para mí
Caminando por la arena junto a ti, vosotros
Talking about the Moron Bros', tattooed fingers, tattooed toes
They're idiots, losers, they're scum
Taking advantage of everyone
You're a dog, they're your fleas
Doing everything they can to spread disease
They'll take your beer, they'll take your drugs
Leave you with microscopic drugs
Their company is something you won't miss
When your ice trays are filled with piss
They are the Moron Brothers
Don't get along with others
They'll whine, they'll bitch, they'll fuck you if you're rich
They'll leach, they'll latch, they are the itch you can't scratch
They'll ink your face, tape your eyelids closed
Tabasco's in your mouth,
There's mustard up your nose
When your head is shaved you'll think the worst has passed
Just try to move your leg
They've put you in a cast
They are the Moron Brothers
Don't get along with others
They may not go down in history
But they'll go down on your sister
A devil in a midnight mass
He prayed behind stained glass
A memory of Sunday class
Resurrected from the past
Hold your breath and count to four
Pinky swears don't work no more
Footsteps down the hallway floor
Getting closer to my door
I was alive but now I'm singing
Silent night for the rest of my life
Silent night for the rest of my life
Silent knight at the edge of your knife
(Forgive me father)
Won't make it right
Silent night for the rest of my life
Silent night at the edge of your knife
(You're guilty)
A devil in a midnight mass
Killed the boy inside the man
The holy water in his hands
Can never wash away his sins
Hold your breath and count to four
Pinky swears don't work no more
Put my trust in God that day
Not the man that got his way
I was alive but now I'm singing
Silent night for the rest of my life
Silent night for the rest of my life
Silent night at the edge of your knife
(Forgive me father)
Won't make it right
Silent night for the rest of my life
Silent knight at the edge of your knife
(You're guilty)
We'll be singin'
When we're winnin'
We'll be singin'
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down
Pissin' the night away
Pissin' the night away
He drinks a whiskey drink
He drinks a Vodka drink
He drinks a Lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him of the better times
Oh, Danny Boy
Danny Boy
Danny Boy
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down
Mañana mismo me pongo a buscá trabajo
(no tienes huevos, no tienes huevos)
me pongo a buscá trabajo mañana mismo
(no tienes huevos, no tienes huevos)
y si no me pongo mañana me pongo el lune que mañana es domingo
mi pare me dise que me busque un currelo
y mis hijos me disen lo mismo
pero llevo sinco años tirao en el sofá esperando ese trabajito
y es que la cosa está muy mala:
QUE SE MUERA EL TíO QUE INVENTO LA PALA!!!!
Que se muera el tío que invento la pala
(que se muera, que se muera, que se muera)
que se muera el tío que inventó el cincé
(que se muera, que se muera, que se muera también)
que se quede mal herío, y que no se muera que sufra el tío
I could lift you up
I could show you what you want to see
And take you where you want to be
You could be my luck
Even if the sky is falling down
I know that we'll be safe and sound
We're safe and sound
I could fill your cup
You know my river won't evaporate
This world we still appreciate
You could be my luck
Even in a hurricane of frowns
I know that we'll be safe and sound
We're safe and sound (safe and sound)
We're safe and sound (hold your ground)
We're safe and sound (safe and sound)
I could show you love
In a tidal wave of mystery
You'll still be standing next to me
You could be my luck
Even if we're six feet underground
I know that we'll be safe and sound
@Tumbadito
Y estoy escondido pero sano, vivo y esas cosas
@bonobo
Y esta vez bien por Antena 3, que ha puesto exactamente el mismo fragmento en versión original, con la voz de fallecida.
@stieg
Propongo:
- "Generación Pueltorrico", a la que sucumbió al reaggetón o como se escriba, me la suda.
- "Generación Bro", a los mocosos de ahora.
O mejor aún, nada de poner nombre a generaciones inventadas que duran un lustro.
@ChiquiVigo
HACED VUESTRAS COSICAS Y UN PAR DE CASTILLOS DE ARENA
@ChiquiVigo
Que te dure todo el verano.
Desde que te conocí
Paso las noches soñando
Y espero el momento de estar junto a ti
Atrás se queda el invierno
La primavera es mejor
Pronto en verano estaremos
Tú y yo sentiremos los rayos del sol
Vacaciones de verano para mí
Caminando por la arena junto a ti
Vacaciones de verano para mí
Hoy mi vida comienza (a despertar)
Hoy se ha abierto la puerta (sin llamar)
Hoy te tengo a mi lado y soy feliz
¡Arriba!
Atrás se queda el invierno
La primavera es mejor
Pronto en verano estaremos
Tú y yo sentiremos los rayos del sol
Vacaciones de verano para mí
Caminando por la arena junto a ti
Vacaciones de verano para mí
Hoy mi vida comienza (a despertar)
Hoy se ha abierto la puerta (sin llamar)
Hoy te tengo a mi lado y soy feliz
Vacaciones de verano para mí
Caminando por la arena junto a ti
Vacaciones de verano para mí
Caminando por la arena junto a ti, vosotros
They're idiots, losers, they're scum
Taking advantage of everyone
You're a dog, they're your fleas
Doing everything they can to spread disease
They'll take your beer, they'll take your drugs
Leave you with microscopic drugs
Their company is something you won't miss
When your ice trays are filled with piss
They are the Moron Brothers
Don't get along with others
They'll whine, they'll bitch, they'll fuck you if you're rich
They'll leach, they'll latch, they are the itch you can't scratch
They'll ink your face, tape your eyelids closed
Tabasco's in your mouth,
There's mustard up your nose
When your head is shaved you'll think the worst has passed
Just try to move your leg
They've put you in a cast
They are the Moron Brothers
Don't get along with others
They may not go down in history
But they'll go down on your sister
He prayed behind stained glass
A memory of Sunday class
Resurrected from the past
Hold your breath and count to four
Pinky swears don't work no more
Footsteps down the hallway floor
Getting closer to my door
I was alive but now I'm singing
Silent night for the rest of my life
Silent night for the rest of my life
Silent knight at the edge of your knife
(Forgive me father)
Won't make it right
Silent night for the rest of my life
Silent night at the edge of your knife
(You're guilty)
A devil in a midnight mass
Killed the boy inside the man
The holy water in his hands
Can never wash away his sins
Hold your breath and count to four
Pinky swears don't work no more
Put my trust in God that day
Not the man that got his way
I was alive but now I'm singing
Silent night for the rest of my life
Silent night for the rest of my life
Silent night at the edge of your knife
(Forgive me father)
Won't make it right
Silent night for the rest of my life
Silent knight at the edge of your knife
(You're guilty)
When we're winnin'
We'll be singin'
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down
Pissin' the night away
Pissin' the night away
He drinks a whiskey drink
He drinks a Vodka drink
He drinks a Lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him of the better times
Oh, Danny Boy
Danny Boy
Danny Boy
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down
(no tienes huevos, no tienes huevos)
me pongo a buscá trabajo mañana mismo
(no tienes huevos, no tienes huevos)
y si no me pongo mañana me pongo el lune que mañana es domingo
mi pare me dise que me busque un currelo
y mis hijos me disen lo mismo
pero llevo sinco años tirao en el sofá esperando ese trabajito
y es que la cosa está muy mala:
QUE SE MUERA EL TíO QUE INVENTO LA PALA!!!!
Que se muera el tío que invento la pala
(que se muera, que se muera, que se muera)
que se muera el tío que inventó el cincé
(que se muera, que se muera, que se muera también)
que se quede mal herío, y que no se muera que sufra el tío
I could show you what you want to see
And take you where you want to be
You could be my luck
Even if the sky is falling down
I know that we'll be safe and sound
We're safe and sound
I could fill your cup
You know my river won't evaporate
This world we still appreciate
You could be my luck
Even in a hurricane of frowns
I know that we'll be safe and sound
We're safe and sound (safe and sound)
We're safe and sound (hold your ground)
We're safe and sound (safe and sound)
I could show you love
In a tidal wave of mystery
You'll still be standing next to me
You could be my luck
Even if we're six feet underground
I know that we'll be safe and sound