lunes, 16 de febrero de 2026

Airplane tickets


 



(*) Swae / Pharrell / Rauw


Restless, you're gettin' restless
In fact, that something's missing
Said it was all bad, tears that you shed (shed)
No such thing at all as moving too fast

Only thing she care about is whereabouts
Eye contact, she stare me down, wanna wear me out
She said that without sayin' it (sayin' it)
We link up, proper plannin' (plannin')
We take trips and she tellin' you
Feeling east coast air


I got airplane tickets with your name on them, eh, eh, eh
And, girl, you're fine by me 'cause you're good money, eh, eh, eh, eh
Say you'll fall in love, girl, you might as well, eh, eh, eh
All jokes aside, make you mine for real, eh, eh, eh, eh (ra-rauw)

¿Qué tiene' puesto? (mami)
No puedo esperar a mandarte a buscar
Me cansé de las foto', el story, los texto' (¡ah!)
Se molesta si no le contesto (¡yah!)
Házmelo así, bien toxic, caotic (uh-wuh)
No se deja ver, ella es exótica (¡wyih!)
Clase aparte, ella es otra liga (¡yah!)

Only thing she care about is whereabouts
Eye contact, she stare me down, wanna wear me out
She said that without sayin' it (sayin' it)
We link up, proper plannin' (plannin')
We take trips and she tellin' you
Feeling east coast air

Mami, el ticket del avión tiene tu nombre, eh, eh, eh, eh (oh-oh)
Una vez tú llegue' no querrás volver, eh, eh, eh, eh
Si te pone' pa' mí, pues yo también, eh, eh, eh
Tú solo dime y pongo el mundo a tus pie', eh, eh, eh, eh

Fun time, i want you and i under the Sun
I think strongly about that special someone
Fun time, i want you and i under the Sun
I think strongly about that special someone

Only thing she care about is whereabouts
Eye contact, she stare me down, wanna wear me out
She said that without sayin' it (sayin' it)
We link up, proper plannin' (plannin')
We take trips and she tellin' you
Feeling east coast air

I got airplane tickets with your name on them, eh, eh, eh (oh-oh)
Una vez tú llegue' no querrás volver, eh, eh, eh, eh
Say you'll fall in love, girl, you might as well, eh, eh, eh
Tú solo dime y pongo el mundo a tus pie', eh, eh, eh, eh

sábado, 14 de febrero de 2026

Hasta que me quede sin voz

 


(*) J.M.Conejo Torres


Extraño tanto nuestros años salvajesTumbados en la tempestadAhora sólo vivo envuelto enOrgías de selfies
Revirtiendo depresiones post giraSorteando la hiperrealidadEmpachado de homicidasChiflados en Netflix
No he dormido de un tirón desde hace mesesMi cuestión con el alcohol crece¿Será que necesito ayuda?Lo he pensado varias vecesSiempre hay una buena excusaY no me convence
Serial Killers, masa madreTiktok y su puta madreEl mundo de hoyNo me perteneceSólo es una suerte de manicomioMío
Lo que alcanzo a ver con un solo ojoEs suficiente realidadInsaciable mundo heridoDe egos y odios
Mira los buitres esquilmando el negocioA mí todo me suena igualUn algoritmo acelerando el latidoCausando destrozos
Los neones nunca son lo que parecenMi terror antes del show crece¿Será que rozo la locura?Lo he pensado varias vecesSon mis picos de amarguraY cuentas pendientes
Serial Killers, masa madreTiktok y su puta madreEl mundo de hoy no me perteneceSólo es una suerte de manicomioMío
Siempre esas vocesEsas voces fantasmaHe andado desquiciado de másDándome la espaldaSiempre esas vocesEsas voces fantasmaCreo que tengo que frenarTomarlo con calma
Siempre esas vocesEsas voces fantasmaHe andado desquiciado de másDándome la espaldaSiempre esas vocesEsas voces fantasmaCreo que tengo que frenarTomarlo con calma
Siempre esas vocesEsas voces fantasmaHe andado desquiciado de másDándome la espaldaSiempre esas vocesEsas voces fantasmaCreo que tengo que frenarTomarlo con calma

Brown sugar



 


(*) D’Angelo

Let me tell you 'bout this girl, maybe I shouldn'tI met her in Philly and her name was Brown SugarSee we be makin' love constantlyThat's why my eyes are a shade, blood burgundyThe way that we kiss is unlike any other way that I be kissin'What I'm kissin', what I'm missin', won't you listen
Brown Sugar, babeI gets high off your love, I don't know how to behave
I want some of your brown sugar (sugar)I want some of your brown sugar (sugar)I want some of your brown sugar (sugar)I want some of your brown sugar (sugar)
Oh, sugar, when you're close to meYou love me right down to my kneesAnd whenever you let me hit itSweet like honey when it comes to meSkin is caramel with the coco eyesEven got a big sister by the name of Chocolate Ty
Brown Sugar, babeI gets high off your love, don't know how to behave
I want some of your brown sugar (sugar)I want some of your brown sugar (sugar)I want some of your brown sugar (sugar)I want some of your brown sugar (sugar)
Now that be how the story goesBrown Sugar got me open now I want some moreAlways down for a ménage à troisBut I think I'ma hit it solo, hope my don't mindStick out my tongueAnd I'm 'bout ready to hit this gritty pretty bitty with my sisters(Yo, I don't think y'all hear me)
Brown Sugar, babeI gets high off your love, don't know how to behave
I want some of your brown sugar (sugar)I want some of your brown sugar (sugar)I want some of your brown sugar (sugar)I want some of your brown sugar (sugar)(Gimme some of your brown sugar, babe)
I want some of your brown sugar (sugar)I want some of your brown sugar (sugar)I want some of your brown sugar (sugar)I want some of your brown sugar (sugar)I want some of your brown sugar (sugar)I want some of your brown sugar (sugar)I want some of your brown sugar (sugar)I want some of your brown sugar (sugar)I want some of your brown sugar (sugar)


viernes, 12 de diciembre de 2025

Finally


 


(*) Kings of Tomorrow


Time marches on never ending,time keeps its own time,Here we stand at beginning,and then goes passing us by,And I, I, I can dream for us all,I hope I'm in a better state,When here and now crumbles and fallsand you, you, you who make worlds collideI knew you'd come knocking one day,unannounced like a thief in the night.
Where do we go from here,time ain't nothing but time,I now have no fear of my fearsAnd no more tears to cry,tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow means nothing at allIf we don't hear the line,when today places its call, and morning, morning, morningWon't ever be the same,now I won't make the same mistakes, time and time againtime and time againtime and time againtime and time againtime and time again
So tell me how do you doFinally I meet youYou don't know what I've been through,waiting and wondering about youI had a dream my trip would end at you,and now I know paradise.
Time marches on never ending,time keeps its own time,Here we stand at beginning,and then goes passing us by,And I, I, I can dream for us all,I hope I'm in a better state,When here and now crumbles and fallsand you, you, you who make worlds collideI knew you'd come knocking one day,unannounced like a thief in the night.
So tell me how do you doFinally I meet youYou don't know what I've been through,waiting and wondering about youI had a dream my trip would end at you,and now I know paradise.
So tell me how do you doFinally I meet youYou don't know what I've been through,waiting and wondering about youI had a dream my trip would end at you,and now I know paradise.

miércoles, 10 de diciembre de 2025

If You're Happy And You Know It

 



If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands (clap, clap)

If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands (clap, clap)

If you're happy and you know it, then your face will surely show it

If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands (clap, clap)
If you're happy and you know it, stomp your feet (stomp, stomp)

If you're happy and you know it, stomp your feet (stomp, stomp)

If you're happy and you know it, then your face will surely show it

If you're happy and you know it, stomp your feet (stomp, stomp

domingo, 23 de noviembre de 2025

The weary blues

 



(*) Langston Hughes 


Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon,
I heard a Negro play.
Down on Lenox Avenue the other night
By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light
He did a lazy sway. . . .
He did a lazy sway. . . .
To the tune o’ those Weary Blues.
With his ebony hands on each ivory key
He made that poor piano moan with melody.
O Blues!
Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool
He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool.
Sweet Blues!
Coming from a black man’s soul.
O Blues!
In a deep song voice with a melancholy tone
I heard that Negro sing, that old piano moan—
“Ain’t got nobody in all this world,
Ain’t got nobody but ma self.
I’s gwine to quit ma frownin’
And put ma troubles on the shelf.”

Thump, thump, thump, went his foot on the floor.
He played a few chords then he sang some more—
“I got the Weary Blues
And I can’t be satisfied.
Got the Weary Blues
And can’t be satisfied—
I ain’t happy no mo’
And I wish that I had died.”
And far into the night he crooned that tune.
The stars went out and so did the moon.
The singer stopped playing and went to bed
While the Weary Blues echoed through his head.
He slept like a rock or a man that’s dead.

viernes, 7 de noviembre de 2025

Reliquia

 



(*) Shaw / Rosalía / Rodriguez / Wiggins / Goldstein / Tedder / Homem-Christo


Yo, que perdí mis manos en Jerez
Y mis ojos en Roma
Crecí, y el descaro, lo aprendí
Por ahí por Barcelona

Perdí mi lengua en París
Mi tiempo en L.A
Los heels en Milán
La sonrisa en U.K

Pero mi corazón nunca ha sido mío
Yo siempre lo doy, uh-uh
Coge un trozo de mí
Quédatelo pa' cuando no esté
Seré tu reliquia
Soy tu reliquia
Seré tu reliquia

Perdí la fe en D.C
La amiga en Bangkok
Un mal amor en Madrid
Y, en México, el blunt

La mala hostia en Berlín
Y el arte en Graná'
En PR, nació el coraje
Pero el cielo nació en Buenos Aires

En Japón, lloré
Y mis pestañas deshilé
Y en la ciudad de cristal
Fue que me trasquilé

Pero el pelo vuelve a crecer
La pureza también
La pureza está en mí
Y está en Marrakech, no, no
No soy una santa, pero estoy blessed

Pero mi corazón nunca ha sido mío
Yo siempre lo doy, uh-uh
Coge un trozo de mí
Quédatelo pa' cuando no esté
Seré tu reliquia
Soy tu reliquia
Seré tu reliquia

Huyendo de aquí
Como hui de Florida
Somos delfines saltando
Saliendo y entrando
En el aro escarlata
Y brillante del tiempo
Es solo un momento
Es solo un momento

Mar eterno y bravo
La eterna canción
Ni tiene salida
Ni tiene mi perdón