martes, 25 de enero de 2011

VERSIONES VARIAS 2

Versiones a las que ha recurrido entre otras muchas el grupo Siniestro Total.
Empezamos por los Undertones:

Get over you:



And your mother doesn't know why you can't look like all the other girls

They stop you in the street - they wanna know your name
To reach you on the phone - cause they know your game

Always running up the alley - trying to get home

Or standing on the corner - never alone

And I don't wanna get over you

It doesn't matter what you do

I just can't get over you - over you

You say the boys with the bikes and the leathers like to beat you to hell

And the girls where you work don't treat you too well

You think you're such a smacker - but you ain't so bad

Get what you want - with looks like that

Always running up the alley - trying to get home

Or standing on the corner - never alone

La réplica gallega. Es la segunda canción, la primera es Somos un grupo vigues:



Here´s come the summer:



Oh baby baby what can I do
You know you drive me crazy when I'm looking at you
The summer's really here and it's time to come out
Time to discover what fun is about

Here comes the summer
Here comes the summer
Here comes the summer
Keep looking for the girls with their faces all tanned
Lying on the beaches all covered in sand
Stretching out their long legs lying in the sun
They know they're beautiful they're having fun

Here comes the summer

Viene el verano:



Desde San Francisco, Dead Kennedys y su "Moon over Marin":



"Moon Over Marin"

The crowded future stings my eyes
I still find time to exercise
In uniform with two white stripes

Unlock my section of the sand
It's fenced off to the water's edge
I clamp a gasmask on my head

[Chorus]
On my beach at night
Bathe in my moonlight

Another tanker's hit the rocks
Abandoned to spill out its guts
The sand is laced with sticky glops

O' Shimmering moonlight sheen upon
The waves and water clogged with oil
White gases steam up from the soil

[Chorus]

I squash dead fish between my toes
Try not to step on any bones
I turn around and I go home

I slip back through my basement door
Switch off all that I own below
Dive in my scalding wooden tub

My own beach at night
Electric Moonlight

There will always be a moon
Over Marin

Canción del concierto en rockola del 84:



De los Lynyrd Skynyrd, su "Sweet Home Alabama", convertido en himno gallego alternativo:



Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss Alabamy once again
And I think its a sin, yes

Well I heard mister Young sing about her
Well, I heard ole Neil put her down
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember
A Southern man don't need him around anyhow

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you

In Birmingham they love the governor
Now we all did what we could do
Now Watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you?
Tell the truth

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Here I come Alabama

Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers
And they've been known to pick a song or two
Lord they get me off so much
They pick me up when I'm feeling blue
Now how about you?

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you

Sweet home Alabama
Oh sweet home baby
Where the skies are so blue
And the governor's true
Sweet Home Alabama
Lordy
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Yea, yea Montgomery's got the answer

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