<?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-375777937563499950</id><updated>2012-01-03T02:11:56.439-08:00</updated><category term='Carly Simon'/><category term='Beatles'/><category term='Toto'/><category term='men at work'/><category term='Falco'/><category term='Mike Oldfield'/><category term='B&apos;52'/><category term='Player'/><category term='metallica'/><category term='Moby'/><category term='genesis'/><category term='The mamas and the papas'/><category term='Meat loaf'/><category term='Pink Floyd'/><category term='Pat Benatar'/><category term='Robbie Williams'/><category term='Grace Jones'/><category term='Frankie Goes To Hollywood'/><category term='Phill Collins'/><category term='U2'/><category term='Gerry Rafferty'/><category term='France Gall'/><category term='boomtown rats'/><category term='Blondie'/><category term='Bananarama'/><category term='Al Stewart&apos;s'/><category term='Kim Carnes'/><title type='text'>music</title><subtitle type='html'>The soundtrack of my life, summarized in a few songs to sing...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carlos Balmaceda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfO3B2tk6DM/SwXbTrAXG6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/yjPyqkizX9o/S220/foto3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375777937563499950.post-8406224556050775306</id><published>2008-04-25T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T15:45:02.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meat loaf'/><title type='text'>Meat Loaf - two out of three ain't bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;object codebase='http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0' width='450' height='390' id='reproductor' &gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.dalealplay.com/dalealplay.swf?file=97004/Dosdetresnoestamal.flv&amp;videoValoracion=0.00&amp;autoStart=false' /&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high' /&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent' /&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.dalealplay.com/dalealplay.swf?file=97004/Dosdetresnoestamal.flv&amp;videoValoracion=0.00&amp;autoStart=false' quality='high' wmode='transparent' bgcolor='#ffffff' width='450' height='390' name='flvplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby we can talk all night, but that ain't getting us nowhere&lt;br /&gt;I told you everything I possibly can... there's nothing left inside of here&lt;br /&gt;And may be you can cry all night, but that'll never change the way that I feel&lt;br /&gt;The snow is really piling up outside, I wish you wouldn't make me leave here&lt;br /&gt;I poured it on and I poured it out... I tired to show you just how much I care&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of words and I'm too hoarse to shout&lt;br /&gt;But you've been cold to me so long, I'm crying icicles instead of tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is keep on telling you... I want you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you&lt;br /&gt;Now don't be sad&lt;br /&gt;Cause two out of three ain't bad&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sad, Cause two out of three ain't bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youl never find your gold on a sandy beach, You'll never drill for oil on a city street&lt;br /&gt;I know you're looking for a ruby in a mountain of rocks&lt;br /&gt;Byt there ain't no Coupe de Ville hiding at the bottom&lt;br /&gt;of a cracker jack box&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I can't lie&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you that I'm something I'm not, No matter how I try&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be able to give you something&lt;br /&gt;Something that I just haven't got&lt;br /&gt;Well there's only one boy that I will ever love&lt;br /&gt;And that was so many years ago&lt;br /&gt;And though I'll never get him out of my heart she never loved me back&lt;br /&gt;ooh I know&lt;br /&gt;Well I remember how he left me on the stormy night&lt;br /&gt;He kissed me and got out of our bed&lt;br /&gt;And though I pleaded and begget him not to walk out that door&lt;br /&gt;He packed his bag and turned away&lt;br /&gt;And he kept on telling me, He kept on telling me,&lt;br /&gt;He kept on telling me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you I need you&lt;br /&gt;But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you&lt;br /&gt;Now don't be sad... Cause two out of three ain't bad&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sad, Cause two out of three ain't bad&lt;br /&gt;Baby we can talk all night, But that ain't getting us nowhere&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375777937563499950-8406224556050775306?l=las50mejores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/feeds/8406224556050775306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=375777937563499950&amp;postID=8406224556050775306' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/8406224556050775306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/8406224556050775306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/2008/04/two-out-of-three-aint-bad-meat-loaf.html' title='Meat Loaf - two out of three ain&apos;t bad'/><author><name>Carlos Balmaceda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfO3B2tk6DM/SwXbTrAXG6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/yjPyqkizX9o/S220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375777937563499950.post-5896051746093104455</id><published>2008-03-27T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T16:40:10.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Player'/><title type='text'>Player - baby come back</title><content type='html'>&lt;object codebase='http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0' width='450' height='390' id='reproductor' &gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.dalealplay.com/dalealplay.swf?file=91007/PlayerBabycomeback.flv&amp;videoValoracion=5.00&amp;autoStart=false' /&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high' /&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent' /&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.dalealplay.com/dalealplay.swf?file=91007/PlayerBabycomeback.flv&amp;videoValoracion=5.00&amp;autoStart=false' quality='high' wmode='transparent' bgcolor='#ffffff' width='450' height='390' name='flvplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Spending all my nights, all my money going out on the town&lt;br /&gt;Doing anything just to get you off of my mind&lt;br /&gt;But when the morning comes, I'm right back where I started again&lt;br /&gt;Trying to forget you is just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back, any kind of fool could see, &lt;br /&gt;There was something in everything about you&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back, you can blame it all on me&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong, and I just can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day long, wearing a mask of false bravado&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep up the smile that hides a tear&lt;br /&gt;But as the sun goes down, I get that empty feeling again&lt;br /&gt;How I wish to God that you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back, any kind of fool could see&lt;br /&gt;There was something in everything about you&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back, you can blame it all on me&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong, and I just can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I put it all together&lt;br /&gt;Give me the chance to make you see&lt;br /&gt;Have you used up all the love in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left for me, ain't there nothing left for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back, any kind of fool could see&lt;br /&gt;There was something in everything about you&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back, you can blame it all on me&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong, and I just can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375777937563499950-5896051746093104455?l=las50mejores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/feeds/5896051746093104455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=375777937563499950&amp;postID=5896051746093104455' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/5896051746093104455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/5896051746093104455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/2008/03/player-baby-come-back.html' title='Player - baby come back'/><author><name>Carlos Balmaceda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfO3B2tk6DM/SwXbTrAXG6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/yjPyqkizX9o/S220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375777937563499950.post-6721744976808455942</id><published>2007-12-06T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T16:30:23.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the hotstepper</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L3pd-8xQGQ0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L3pd-8xQGQ0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Here comes the hotstepper, murderer &lt;br /&gt;I'm the lyrical gangster, murderer &lt;br /&gt;Pick up the crew in-a de area, murderer &lt;br /&gt;Still love you like that, murderer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, we don't die &lt;br /&gt;Yes, we multiply &lt;br /&gt;Anyone test will hear the fat lady sing &lt;br /&gt;Act like you know, Rico &lt;br /&gt;I know what Bo don't know &lt;br /&gt;Touch them up and go, uh-oh &lt;br /&gt;Ch-ch-chang-chang &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the hotstepper, murderer &lt;br /&gt;I'm the lyrical gangster, murderer &lt;br /&gt;Excuse me mister officer, murderer &lt;br /&gt;Still love you like that?, murderer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraordinary, Juice like a strawberry &lt;br /&gt;Money to burn baby, all of the time &lt;br /&gt;Cut to fade is me... Fade to cut is she &lt;br /&gt;Come juggle with me, I say every time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the hotstepper, murderer &lt;br /&gt;I'm the lyrical gangster, murderer &lt;br /&gt;Dial emergency number, murderer &lt;br /&gt;Still love you like that, murderer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's how we do it man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start like a jack-rabbit... Finish in front of it &lt;br /&gt;On the night is jack , that's it, ...understand? &lt;br /&gt;I'm the daddy of the mack daddy, His are left in gold, maybe &lt;br /&gt;Ain't no homey gonna play me, ...top celebrity man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murderer &lt;br /&gt;I'm the lyrical gangster, murderer &lt;br /&gt;Excuse me mister officer, murderer &lt;br /&gt;Still love you like that, murderer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, we don't die, Yes, we multiply &lt;br /&gt;Anyone test will hear the fat lady sing &lt;br /&gt;Act like you know, you go, I know what Bo don't know &lt;br /&gt;Touch them up and go, uh-oh ...Ch-ch-chang-chang &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the hotstepper, murderer &lt;br /&gt;I'm the lyrical gangster, murderer &lt;br /&gt;Big up all crew in-a the area, murderer &lt;br /&gt;Still love you like that, murderer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah man, ...Here comes the hotstepper, murderer &lt;br /&gt;I'm the lyrical ganster, murderer &lt;br /&gt;Pick up the crew bow ya, murderer &lt;br /&gt;Still love you like that, murderer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the Hotstepper &lt;br /&gt;I'm the lyrical danger &lt;br /&gt;I'm a live in-a me danger &lt;br /&gt;Still love you like that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the Hotstepper &lt;br /&gt;I'm the lyrical gangster &lt;br /&gt;I'm a live in-a me danger &lt;br /&gt;Still love you like that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Da da da....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375777937563499950-6721744976808455942?l=las50mejores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/feeds/6721744976808455942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=375777937563499950&amp;postID=6721744976808455942' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/6721744976808455942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/6721744976808455942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/2007/12/here-comes-hotstepper.html' title='Here comes the hotstepper'/><author><name>Carlos Balmaceda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfO3B2tk6DM/SwXbTrAXG6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/yjPyqkizX9o/S220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375777937563499950.post-6648973087172295766</id><published>2007-11-22T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T15:33:06.156-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><title type='text'>Where The Streets Have No Name - U2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QQxl9EI9YBg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QQxl9EI9YBg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I want to run&lt;br /&gt;I want to hide&lt;br /&gt;I want to tear down the walls&lt;br /&gt;That hold me inside&lt;br /&gt;I want to reach out&lt;br /&gt;And touch the flame&lt;br /&gt;Where the streets have no name&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel, sunlight on my face&lt;br /&gt;See that dust cloud disappear without a trace&lt;br /&gt;I want to take shelter from the poison rain&lt;br /&gt;Where the streets have no name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the streets have no name&lt;br /&gt;Where the streets have no name&lt;br /&gt;We're still building&lt;br /&gt;Then burning down love, burning down love&lt;br /&gt;And when I go there&lt;br /&gt;I go there with you...&lt;br /&gt;(It's all I can do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cities a flood&lt;br /&gt;And our love turns to rust&lt;br /&gt;We're beaten and blown by the wind&lt;br /&gt;Trampled into dust&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you a place&lt;br /&gt;High on ta desert plain&lt;br /&gt;Where the streets have no name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the streets have no name&lt;br /&gt;Where the streets have no name&lt;br /&gt;Still building&lt;br /&gt;Then burning down love&lt;br /&gt;Burning down love&lt;br /&gt;And when I go there&lt;br /&gt;I go there with you&lt;br /&gt;(It's all I can do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375777937563499950-6648973087172295766?l=las50mejores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/feeds/6648973087172295766/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=375777937563499950&amp;postID=6648973087172295766' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/6648973087172295766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/6648973087172295766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/2007/11/barracuda-heart.html' title='Where The Streets Have No Name - U2'/><author><name>Carlos Balmaceda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfO3B2tk6DM/SwXbTrAXG6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/yjPyqkizX9o/S220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375777937563499950.post-5092459281912578781</id><published>2007-11-08T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T16:10:32.783-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moby'/><title type='text'>Slipping away - Moby</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j4SquyS44A4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j4SquyS44A4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that we needed, was right...&lt;br /&gt;The threshold is breaking, tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open to everything happy and sad,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the good when it's all going bad,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the sun when I can't really see,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping the sun will at least look at me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus on everything better today,&lt;br /&gt;All that I needed I never could say,&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to people they're slipping away,&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to this while it's slipping away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that we needed, tonight&lt;br /&gt;Are people who love us, and life&lt;br /&gt;I know how it feels to need&lt;br /&gt;Oh when we leave here, you'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open to everything happy and sad&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the good when it's all going bad&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the sun when I can't really see&lt;br /&gt;Hoping the sun will at least look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus on everything better today,&lt;br /&gt;All that I needed I never could say,&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to people they're slipping away,&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to this while it's slipping away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long....&lt;br /&gt;So long....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open to everything happy and sad,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the good when it's all going bad,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the sun when I can't really see,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping the sun will at least look at me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus on everything better today,&lt;br /&gt;All that I needed I never could say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on to people they're slipping away...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375777937563499950-5092459281912578781?l=las50mejores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/feeds/5092459281912578781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=375777937563499950&amp;postID=5092459281912578781' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/5092459281912578781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/5092459281912578781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/2007/11/slipping-away-moby.html' title='Slipping away - Moby'/><author><name>Carlos Balmaceda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfO3B2tk6DM/SwXbTrAXG6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/yjPyqkizX9o/S220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375777937563499950.post-3326999012483975154</id><published>2007-10-31T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T19:14:10.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Al Stewart&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Year of the cat - Al Stewart's</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vqmdG2iNaxE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vqmdG2iNaxE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a morning from a Bogart movie&lt;br /&gt;In a country where they turn back time&lt;br /&gt;You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating a crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running&lt;br /&gt;Like a watercolour, in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother asking for explanations&lt;br /&gt;She'll just tell you that she came&lt;br /&gt;In the year of the cat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't give you time for questions&lt;br /&gt;As she locks up your arm in hers&lt;br /&gt;And you follow 'till your sense of which direction&lt;br /&gt;Completely disappears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls&lt;br /&gt;There's a hidden door she leads you to&lt;br /&gt;These days, she says, I feel my life&lt;br /&gt;Just like a river running through...&lt;br /&gt;The year of the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she looks at you so cooly&lt;br /&gt;And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea&lt;br /&gt;She comes in incense and patchouli...&lt;br /&gt;So you take her, to find what's waiting inside!&lt;br /&gt;The year of the cat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, morning comes and you're still with her&lt;br /&gt;And the bus and the tourists are gone, &lt;br /&gt;And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket&lt;br /&gt;So you have to stay on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the drum-beat strains of the night remain,&lt;br /&gt;In the rhythm of the new-born day&lt;br /&gt;You know sometime you're bound to leave her,&lt;br /&gt;But for now you're going to stay&lt;br /&gt;In the year of the cat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm year of cat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375777937563499950-3326999012483975154?l=las50mejores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/feeds/3326999012483975154/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=375777937563499950&amp;postID=3326999012483975154' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/3326999012483975154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/3326999012483975154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/2007/10/year-of-cat-al-stewarts.html' title='Year of the cat - Al Stewart&apos;s'/><author><name>Carlos Balmaceda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfO3B2tk6DM/SwXbTrAXG6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/yjPyqkizX9o/S220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375777937563499950.post-7350247429120460638</id><published>2007-09-28T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T15:16:15.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink Floyd'/><title type='text'>Comfortably numb - Pink Floyd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tkJNyQfAprY"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tkJNyQfAprY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody in there? &lt;br /&gt;Just nod if you can hear me, Is there anyone home? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, now.&lt;br /&gt;I hear youre feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;Well I can ease your pain, Get you on your feet again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax.&lt;br /&gt;I need some information first.&lt;br /&gt;Just the basic facts: Can you show me where it hurts? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no pain, you are receding.&lt;br /&gt;A distant ships smoke on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;You are only coming through in waves.&lt;br /&gt;Your lips move, but I cant hear what youre sayin.&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child I had a fever,&lt;br /&gt;My hands felt just like two balloons.&lt;br /&gt;Now I got that feeling once again,&lt;br /&gt;I cant explain, you would not understand.&lt;br /&gt;This is not how I am... I, have become, comfortably numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, have become, comfortably numb.&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Just a little pinprick. [ping]&lt;br /&gt;Therell be no more --aaaaaahhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;But you may feel a little sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you stand up? &lt;br /&gt;I do believe its working. good.&lt;br /&gt;Thatll keep you going for the show, come on its time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no pain, you are receding,&lt;br /&gt;A distant ships smoke on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;You are only coming through in waves.&lt;br /&gt;Your lips move but I cant hear what youre sayin.&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,&lt;br /&gt;Out of the corner of my eye.&lt;br /&gt;I turned to look but it was gone, I cannot put my finger on it now.&lt;br /&gt;The child is grown, the dream is gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I, have become, comfortably numb.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375777937563499950-7350247429120460638?l=las50mejores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/feeds/7350247429120460638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=375777937563499950&amp;postID=7350247429120460638' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/7350247429120460638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/7350247429120460638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/2007/09/comfortably-numb-pink-floyd.html' title='Comfortably numb - Pink Floyd'/><author><name>Carlos Balmaceda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfO3B2tk6DM/SwXbTrAXG6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/yjPyqkizX9o/S220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375777937563499950.post-2461858999348910132</id><published>2007-09-14T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T18:49:45.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beatles'/><title type='text'>Hey jude - Beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YXG83p2nkHw"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YXG83p2nkHw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Jude, don't make it bad&lt;br /&gt;Take a sad song and make it better&lt;br /&gt;Remember to let her into your heart&lt;br /&gt;Then you can start to make it better &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Jude, don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;You were made to go out and get her&lt;br /&gt;The minute you let her under your skin&lt;br /&gt;Then you begin to make it better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And any time you feel the pain, hey, Jude, refrain&lt;br /&gt;Don't carry the world upon your shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Well don't you know that its a fool who plays it cool&lt;br /&gt;By making his world a little colder &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Jude! Don't let her down&lt;br /&gt;You have found her, now go and get her&lt;br /&gt;Remember, to let her into your heart&lt;br /&gt;Then you can start to make it better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let it out and let it in, hey, Jude, begin&lt;br /&gt;You're waiting for someone to perform with&lt;br /&gt;And don't you know that it's just you, hey, Jude,&lt;br /&gt;You'll do, the movement you need is on your shoulder &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Jude, don't make it bad&lt;br /&gt;Take a sad song and make it better&lt;br /&gt;Remember to let her into your heart&lt;br /&gt;Then you can start to make it better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....hey jude... (repeat for ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375777937563499950-2461858999348910132?l=las50mejores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/feeds/2461858999348910132/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=375777937563499950&amp;postID=2461858999348910132' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/2461858999348910132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/2461858999348910132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/2007/09/hey-jude-beatles.html' title='Hey jude - Beatles'/><author><name>Carlos Balmaceda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfO3B2tk6DM/SwXbTrAXG6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/yjPyqkizX9o/S220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375777937563499950.post-1269410113537208334</id><published>2007-09-14T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T18:25:33.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men at work'/><title type='text'>Down under – men at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DNT7uZf7lew"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DNT7uZf7lew" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling in a fried-out combie&lt;br /&gt;On a hippie trail, head full of zombie&lt;br /&gt;I met a strange lady, she made me nervous&lt;br /&gt;She took me in and gave me breakfast&lt;br /&gt;And she said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you come from a land down under?&lt;br /&gt;Where women glow and men plunder?&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?&lt;br /&gt;You better run, you better take cover."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying bread from a man in Brussels&lt;br /&gt;He was six foot four and full of muscles&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Do you speak-a my language?"&lt;br /&gt;He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich&lt;br /&gt;And he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I come from a land down under&lt;br /&gt;Where beer does flow and men chunder&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?&lt;br /&gt;You better run, you better take cover."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying in a den in Bombay&lt;br /&gt;With a slack jaw, and not much to say&lt;br /&gt;I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me&lt;br /&gt;Because I come from the land of plenty?"&lt;br /&gt;And he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! Do you come from a land down under? (oh yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Where women glow and men plunder?&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?&lt;br /&gt;You better run, you better take cover."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375777937563499950-1269410113537208334?l=las50mejores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/feeds/1269410113537208334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=375777937563499950&amp;postID=1269410113537208334' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/1269410113537208334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/1269410113537208334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/2007/09/down-under-men-at-work.html' title='Down under – men at work'/><author><name>Carlos Balmaceda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfO3B2tk6DM/SwXbTrAXG6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/yjPyqkizX9o/S220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375777937563499950.post-6549142270132904609</id><published>2007-09-01T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T14:37:14.498-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim Carnes'/><title type='text'>Bette Davis eyes - Kim Carnes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_-RdAzkKlXY"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_-RdAzkKlXY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Her hair is Harlowe gold, Her lips sweet surprise&lt;br /&gt;Her hands are never cold, She's got Bette Davis eyes&lt;br /&gt;She'll turn her music on you, You won't have to think twice&lt;br /&gt;She's pure as New York snow, She got Bette Davis eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she'll tease you, She'll unease you&lt;br /&gt;All the better just to please you&lt;br /&gt;She's precocious and she knows just&lt;br /&gt;What it takes to make a pro blush&lt;br /&gt;She got Greta Garbo stand off sighs &lt;br /&gt;She's got Bette Davis eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll let you take her home, It whets her appetite&lt;br /&gt;She'll lay you on her throne, She got Bette Davis eyes&lt;br /&gt;She'll take a tumble on you, Roll you like you were dice&lt;br /&gt;Until you come out blue, She's got Bette Davis eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll expose you, when she snows you&lt;br /&gt;Off your feet with the crumbs she throws you&lt;br /&gt;She's ferocious and she knows just&lt;br /&gt;What it takes to make a pro blush&lt;br /&gt;All the boys think she's a spy&lt;br /&gt;She's got Bette Davis eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she'll tease you, She'll unease you&lt;br /&gt;All the better just to please ya&lt;br /&gt;She's precocious, and she knows just&lt;br /&gt;What it takes to make a pro blush&lt;br /&gt;All the boys think she's a spy &lt;br /&gt;She's got Bette Davis eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll tease you, She'll unease you&lt;br /&gt;Just to please ya, She's got Bette Davis eyes&lt;br /&gt;She'll expose you, when she snows you&lt;br /&gt;She knows ya, She's got Bette Davis eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375777937563499950-6549142270132904609?l=las50mejores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/feeds/6549142270132904609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=375777937563499950&amp;postID=6549142270132904609' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/6549142270132904609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/6549142270132904609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/2007/09/bette-davis-eyes-kim-carnes.html' title='Bette Davis eyes - Kim Carnes'/><author><name>Carlos Balmaceda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfO3B2tk6DM/SwXbTrAXG6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/yjPyqkizX9o/S220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375777937563499950.post-5465789167110775347</id><published>2007-08-28T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T16:46:52.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bananarama'/><title type='text'>Help - Bananarama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CJY7KW_YAac"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CJY7KW_YAac" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One two three... &lt;br /&gt;Wait wait wait, what's the first line again ? &lt;br /&gt;Help ! ...Oh yeah. One two... Help ! &lt;br /&gt;No wait ! Sorry. One two three four &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help! I need somebody &lt;br /&gt;Help! Not just anybody &lt;br /&gt;Help! You know I need someone... Help! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, so much younger than today &lt;br /&gt;I never needed anybody's help in any way &lt;br /&gt;And now those days are gone, I'm not so self assured &lt;br /&gt;Now I find I've changed my mind, I've opened up the door &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me if you can, I'm feeling down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Down down down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do appreciate you being 'round &lt;br /&gt;'Round 'round 'round &lt;br /&gt;Help me get my feet back on the ground &lt;br /&gt;Ground ground ground &lt;br /&gt;Won't you please, please help me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pete, look, I think I'm a bit toppy. &lt;br /&gt;And I'm a bit bottomy, Pete. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my life has changed in oh so many ways &lt;br /&gt;My independence seems to vanish in the haze &lt;br /&gt;But every now and then I feel so insecure &lt;br /&gt;I know that I just need you like I've never done before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me if you can, I'm feeling down &lt;em&gt;(HELP!)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And I do appreciate you being 'round &lt;em&gt;(HELP!)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Help me get my feet back on the ground &lt;em&gt;(HELP!)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Won't you please, please help me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're gonna take the Bananas off 'ere aren't they ? &lt;br /&gt;Yeah. They're just doing backing vocals. We're singing the medley. &lt;br /&gt;Well, we better be. Otherwise there'll be trouble. &lt;br /&gt;Hm, hm ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, so much younger than today &lt;br /&gt;I never needed anybody's help in any way &lt;br /&gt;And now those days are gone, I'm not so self assured &lt;br /&gt;Now I find I've changed my mind, I've opened up the door &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me if you can, I'm feeling down &lt;em&gt;(Down)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And I do appreciate you being 'round &lt;em&gt;('Round)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Help me get my feet back on the ground &lt;em&gt;(Ground)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Won't you please, please help me &lt;br /&gt;Help me, help me, Ooh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oooooooh... &lt;br /&gt;Oh, the Bananas finished too early again. &lt;br /&gt;I know. &lt;br /&gt;That's it. I'm leaving, forget now Pete. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's in the can Pete, it's in the can ! &lt;br /&gt;You can join their group, then. &lt;br /&gt;It's in the can, it's a wrap, it's a wrap. &lt;br /&gt;Shut up, Kim ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375777937563499950-5465789167110775347?l=las50mejores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/feeds/5465789167110775347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=375777937563499950&amp;postID=5465789167110775347' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/5465789167110775347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/5465789167110775347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/2007/08/help-bananarama.html' title='Help - Bananarama'/><author><name>Carlos Balmaceda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfO3B2tk6DM/SwXbTrAXG6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/yjPyqkizX9o/S220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375777937563499950.post-7202220309474259356</id><published>2007-08-27T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T15:34:17.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mike Oldfield'/><title type='text'>Moonlight Shadow - Mike Oldfield</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8bOLkPbPCbk"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8bOLkPbPCbk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last that ever she saw him&lt;br /&gt;Carried away... by a moonlight shadow &lt;br /&gt;He passed on worried and warning &lt;br /&gt;Carried away by a moonlight shadow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a river last saturday night &lt;br /&gt;Far away on the other side. &lt;br /&gt;He was caught in the middle of a desperate fight &lt;br /&gt;And she couldn't find how to push through &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trees that whisper in the evening&lt;br /&gt;Carried away, by a moonlight shadow&lt;br /&gt;Sing a song of sorrow and breathing&lt;br /&gt;Carried away by a moonlight shadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All she saw, was a silhouette of a gun&lt;br /&gt;Far away on the other side...&lt;br /&gt;He was shot six times by a man on the run&lt;br /&gt;And she couldn't find how to push through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay, I pray, &lt;br /&gt;I see you in heaven, far away&lt;br /&gt;I stay, I pray, &lt;br /&gt;I see you in heaven, one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four AM in the morning &lt;br /&gt;Carried away by a moonlight shadow &lt;br /&gt;I watched your vision forming &lt;br /&gt;Carried away by a moonlight shadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star was glowing in a silvery night &lt;br /&gt;Far away on the other side &lt;br /&gt;Will you come to talk to me this night &lt;br /&gt;But she couldn't find how to push through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay, I pray, &lt;br /&gt;I see you in heaven, far away&lt;br /&gt;I stay, I pray, &lt;br /&gt;I see you in heaven, one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375777937563499950-7202220309474259356?l=las50mejores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/feeds/7202220309474259356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=375777937563499950&amp;postID=7202220309474259356' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/7202220309474259356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/7202220309474259356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/2007/08/moonlight-shadow-mike-oldfield.html' title='Moonlight Shadow - Mike Oldfield'/><author><name>Carlos Balmaceda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfO3B2tk6DM/SwXbTrAXG6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/yjPyqkizX9o/S220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375777937563499950.post-7959046349560680473</id><published>2007-08-24T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T17:00:26.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pat Benatar'/><title type='text'>Love Is A Battlefield - Pat Benatar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j9J9rTZJBmw"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j9J9rTZJBmw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are young, heartache to heartache we stand&lt;br /&gt;No promises, no demands... Love is a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;We are strong, no one can tell us were wrong&lt;br /&gt;Searchin our hearts for so long, both of us knowing...&lt;br /&gt;Love is a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youre beggin me to go, youre makin me stay&lt;br /&gt;Why do you hurt me so bad? It would help me to know&lt;br /&gt;Do I stand in your way, or am I the best thing youve had? &lt;br /&gt;Believe me, believe me, I cant tell you why&lt;br /&gt;But Im trapped by your love, and Im chained to your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are young, heartache to heartache we stand&lt;br /&gt;No promises, no demands... Love is a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are strong, no one can tell us were wrong&lt;br /&gt;Searchin our hearts for so long, both of us knowing&lt;br /&gt;Love is a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were losing control&lt;br /&gt;Will you turn me away... or touch me deep inside? &lt;br /&gt;And before this gets old, will it still feel the same? &lt;br /&gt;Theres no way this will die&lt;br /&gt;But if we get much closer, I could lose control&lt;br /&gt;And if your heart surrenders, youll need me to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are young, heartache to heartache we stand&lt;br /&gt;No promises, no demands... Love is a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are strong, no one can tell us were wrong&lt;br /&gt;Searchin our hearts for so long, both of us knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is a battlefield&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375777937563499950-7959046349560680473?l=las50mejores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/feeds/7959046349560680473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=375777937563499950&amp;postID=7959046349560680473' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/7959046349560680473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/7959046349560680473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-is-battlefield-pat-benatar.html' title='Love Is A Battlefield - Pat Benatar'/><author><name>Carlos Balmaceda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfO3B2tk6DM/SwXbTrAXG6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/yjPyqkizX9o/S220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375777937563499950.post-7093796095041945010</id><published>2007-08-22T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T17:31:03.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='France Gall'/><title type='text'>Ella elle l'a - France Gall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SqLKr5M0iZk"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SqLKr5M0iZk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; C'est comme une gaieté&lt;br /&gt;Comme un sourire, Quelque chose dans la voix&lt;br /&gt;Qui paraît nous dire "viens"&lt;br /&gt;Qui nous fait sentir étrangement bien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est comme toute l'histoire&lt;br /&gt;Du peuple noir, Qui se balance&lt;br /&gt;Entre l'amour et l'désespoir,&lt;br /&gt;Quelque chose qui danse en toi&lt;br /&gt;Si tu l'as, tu l'as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella, elle l'a&lt;br /&gt;Ce je n'sais quoi, Que d'autres n'ont pas&lt;br /&gt;Qui nous met dans un drôle d'état&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella, elle l'a Ella, elle l'a &lt;br /&gt;Elle a, cette drôle de voix&lt;br /&gt;Elle a, cette drôle de joie&lt;br /&gt;Ce don du ciel qui la rend belle&lt;br /&gt;Ella, elle l'a Ella, elle l'a&lt;br /&gt;Ella, elle l'a Elle a, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle a ce tout petit supplément d'âme&lt;br /&gt;Cet indéfinissable charme, Cette petite flamme&lt;br /&gt;Tape sur des tonneaux, Sur des pianos&lt;br /&gt;Sur tout ce que dieu peut te mettre entre les mains&lt;br /&gt;Montre ton rire ou ton chagrin, &lt;br /&gt;Mais que tu n'aies rien, que tu sois roi&lt;br /&gt;Que tu cherches encore les pouvoirs qui dorment en toi&lt;br /&gt;Tu vois ça ne s'achète pas... Quand tu l'as tu l'as&lt;br /&gt;Ella, elle l'a&lt;br /&gt;Ce je n'sais quoi, Que d'autres n'ont pas&lt;br /&gt;Qui nous met dans un drôle d'état&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375777937563499950-7093796095041945010?l=las50mejores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/feeds/7093796095041945010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=375777937563499950&amp;postID=7093796095041945010' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/7093796095041945010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/7093796095041945010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/2007/08/ella-elle-la-france-gall.html' title='Ella elle l&apos;a - France Gall'/><author><name>Carlos Balmaceda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfO3B2tk6DM/SwXbTrAXG6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/yjPyqkizX9o/S220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375777937563499950.post-4686551759933223059</id><published>2007-08-16T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T15:24:56.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falco'/><title type='text'>Der Komissar - Falco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/17QGYkFJj9M"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/17QGYkFJj9M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out Joe, ha ! ... &lt;br /&gt;(a cantar carajo, con un par...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two, three, four, Eins, zwei, drei Na, es is nix dabei&lt;br /&gt;Na, wenn ich euch erzähl' die G'schicht'&lt;br /&gt;Nichts desto trotz, Ich bin es schon gewohnt&lt;br /&gt;Im TV-Funk da läuft es nicht. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja, sie war jung,&lt;br /&gt;Das Herz so rein und weiß Und jede Nacht hat ihren Preis,&lt;br /&gt;Sie sagt: “Sugar Sweet, Ya got me rappin' to the heat!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich verstehe, sie ist heiß, Sie sagt: “Baby, you know,&lt;br /&gt;I miss my funky friends,” Sie meint Jack und Joe und Jill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mein Funkverständnis, Ja, das reicht zur Not,&lt;br /&gt;Ich überreiss', was sie jetzt will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich überleg' bei mir, Ihr' Nas'n spricht dafür,&lt;br /&gt;Währenddessen ich noch rauch',&lt;br /&gt;Die Special Places sind ihr wohlbekannt,&lt;br /&gt;Ich mein', sie fährt ja U-Bahn auch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dort singen's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dreh' dich nicht um, oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;schau, schau, der Kommissar geht um! Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Er wird dich anschau'n und du weißt warum.&lt;br /&gt;Die Lebenslust bringt dich um…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alles klar, Herr Kommissar?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey man, wanna buy some stuff, man?&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever rap that thing Jack? So rap it to the beat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wir treffen Jill and Joe Und dessen Bruder hip&lt;br /&gt;Und auch den Rest der coolen Gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sie rappen hin, sie rappen her&lt;br /&gt;Dazwischen kratzen's ab die Wänd'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dieser Fall ist klar, Lieber Herr Kommissar,&lt;br /&gt;Auch wenn sie and'rer Meinung sind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den Schnee auf dem wir alle&lt;br /&gt;Talwärts fahr'n, Kennt heute jedes Kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jetzt das Kinderlied: &lt;br /&gt;Dreh dich nicht um, oh oh oh, &lt;br /&gt;schau, schau, der Kommissar geht um! Oh oh &lt;br /&gt;Er hat die Kraft und wir sind klein und dumm,&lt;br /&gt;dieser Frust macht uns Stumm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreh dich nicht um, oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;schau, schau, der Kommissar geht um! Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Wenn er dich anspricht&lt;br /&gt;und du weißt warum,&lt;br /&gt;Sag ihm: …'Dein Leb'n bringt dich um…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alles klar, Herr Kommissar… ja,ja,ja,ja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("&lt;em&gt;überreissen&lt;/em&gt;" = es una licencia Austriaca por "&lt;em&gt;verstehen&lt;/em&gt;", ustedes entienden...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375777937563499950-4686551759933223059?l=las50mejores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/feeds/4686551759933223059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=375777937563499950&amp;postID=4686551759933223059' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/4686551759933223059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/4686551759933223059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/2007/08/der-komissar-falco.html' title='Der Komissar - Falco'/><author><name>Carlos Balmaceda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfO3B2tk6DM/SwXbTrAXG6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/yjPyqkizX9o/S220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375777937563499950.post-6246179622805377047</id><published>2007-08-16T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T15:18:45.012-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toto'/><title type='text'>Africa - toto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-HKYgJpgD1w"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-HKYgJpgD1w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the drums echoing tonight&lt;br /&gt;But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation&lt;br /&gt;She's coming in twelve-thirty flight&lt;br /&gt;Her moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation&lt;br /&gt;I stopped an old man along the way&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies&lt;br /&gt;He turned to me as if to say: &lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do&lt;br /&gt;I bless the rains down in Africa&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take some time to do the things we never had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wild dogs cry out in the night&lt;br /&gt;As they grow restless longing for some solitary company&lt;br /&gt;I know that I must do what's right&lt;br /&gt;Sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti&lt;br /&gt;I seek to cure what's deep inside, frightened of this thing that I've become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do&lt;br /&gt;I bless the rains down in Africa&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take some time to do the things we never had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hurry boy, she's waiting there for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do&lt;br /&gt;I bless the rains down in Africa&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take some time to do the things we never had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375777937563499950-6246179622805377047?l=las50mejores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/feeds/6246179622805377047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=375777937563499950&amp;postID=6246179622805377047' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/6246179622805377047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/6246179622805377047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/2007/08/africa-toto.html' title='Africa - toto'/><author><name>Carlos Balmaceda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfO3B2tk6DM/SwXbTrAXG6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/yjPyqkizX9o/S220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375777937563499950.post-8884925545173306982</id><published>2007-08-14T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T15:09:44.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blondie'/><title type='text'>One Way or Another - Blondie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cNv8-UVsNPg"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cNv8-UVsNPg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way or another I'm gonna find ya&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha&lt;br /&gt;One way or another I'm gonna win ya&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha&lt;br /&gt;One way or another I'm gonna see ya&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha, One day, maybe next week&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna meetcha, I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha&lt;br /&gt;I will drive past your house, And if the lights are all down&lt;br /&gt;I'll see who's around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way or another I'm gonna find ya&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha&lt;br /&gt;One way or another I'm gonna win ya&lt;br /&gt;I'll getcha, I'll getcha, One way or another I'm gonna see ya&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha&lt;br /&gt;One day, maybe next week, I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the lights are all out&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow your bus downtown, See who's hanging out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way or another I'm gonna lose ya&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna give you the slip, a slip of the lip or another&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna lose ya, I'm gonna trick ya, I'll trick ya&lt;br /&gt;One way or another I'm gonna lose ya&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna trick ya trick ya trick ya trick ya&lt;br /&gt;One way or another I'm gonna lose ya&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna give you the slip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll walk down the mall, Stand over by the wall&lt;br /&gt;Where I can see it all, Find out who ya call&lt;br /&gt;Lead you to the supermarket checkout&lt;br /&gt;Some specials and rat food, get lost in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha&lt;br /&gt;(Where I can see it all, find out who ya call)........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375777937563499950-8884925545173306982?l=las50mejores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/feeds/8884925545173306982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=375777937563499950&amp;postID=8884925545173306982' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/8884925545173306982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/8884925545173306982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-way-or-another-blondie.html' title='One Way or Another - Blondie'/><author><name>Carlos Balmaceda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfO3B2tk6DM/SwXbTrAXG6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/yjPyqkizX9o/S220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375777937563499950.post-2980052214923830684</id><published>2007-08-13T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T17:06:56.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B&apos;52'/><title type='text'>Love shack - B'52</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vkMy4YWJb7Y"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vkMy4YWJb7Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see a faded sign by the side of the road that says &lt;br /&gt;15 miles to the... Love Shack! Love Shack yeah &lt;br /&gt;I'm headin' down the Atlanta highway, &lt;br /&gt;lookin' for the love getaway &lt;br /&gt;Heading for the love getaway, love getaway, &lt;br /&gt;I got me a car, it's as big as a whale &lt;br /&gt;and we're headin' on down &lt;br /&gt;To the Love Shack &lt;br /&gt;I got me a Chrysler, it seats about 20 &lt;br /&gt;So hurry up and bring your jukebox money &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Love Shack is a little old place &lt;br /&gt;where we can get together &lt;br /&gt;Love Shack baby, Love Shack bay-bee. &lt;br /&gt;Love baby, that's where it's at, &lt;br /&gt;Ooo love baby, that's where it's at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign says.. Woo... stay away fools, &lt;br /&gt;'cause love rules at the Lo-o-ove Shack! &lt;br /&gt;Well it's set way back in the middle of a field, &lt;br /&gt;Just a funky old shack and I gotta get back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glitter on the mattress &lt;br /&gt;Glitter on the highway &lt;br /&gt;Glitter on the front porch &lt;br /&gt;Glitter on the hallway &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Love Shack is a little old place &lt;br /&gt;where we can get together &lt;br /&gt;Love Shack bay-bee! Love Shack baby! &lt;br /&gt;Love Shack, that's where it's at! &lt;br /&gt;Huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin', &lt;br /&gt;wearin' next to nothing &lt;br /&gt;Cause it's hot as an oven &lt;br /&gt;The whole shack shimmies! &lt;br /&gt;The whole shack shimmies when everybody's &lt;br /&gt;Movin' around and around and around and around! &lt;br /&gt;Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby! &lt;br /&gt;Folks linin' up outside just to get down &lt;br /&gt;Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby &lt;br /&gt;Funky little shack! Funk-y little shack! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hop in my Chrysler, &lt;br /&gt;it's as big as a whale &lt;br /&gt;and it's about to set sail! &lt;br /&gt;I got me a car, it seats about twenty &lt;br /&gt;So c'mon and bring your jukebox money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Love Shack is a little old place &lt;br /&gt;where we can get together &lt;br /&gt;Love Shack baby! Love Shack bay-bee! &lt;br /&gt;(Love Shack...Love Shack...) &lt;br /&gt;Love Shack, that's where it's at! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang bang on the door baby! &lt;br /&gt;Knock a little louder baby! &lt;br /&gt;Bang bang bang on the door baby! &lt;br /&gt;I can't hear you &lt;br /&gt;Bang bang on the door baby &lt;br /&gt;Bang bang on the door &lt;br /&gt;Bang bang on the door baby &lt;br /&gt;Bang bang &lt;br /&gt;You're what?... Tin roof, &lt;em&gt;rusted&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Shack, baby Love Shack! &lt;br /&gt;Love Shack, baby Love Shack! &lt;br /&gt;Love baby, that's where it's at &lt;br /&gt;Love Shack, baby Love Shack! &lt;br /&gt;Love baby, that's where it's at &lt;br /&gt;Huggin' and a kissin', &lt;br /&gt;dancin' and a lovin' at the love shack &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375777937563499950-2980052214923830684?l=las50mejores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/feeds/2980052214923830684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=375777937563499950&amp;postID=2980052214923830684' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/2980052214923830684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/2980052214923830684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-shack-b52.html' title='Love shack - B&apos;52'/><author><name>Carlos Balmaceda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfO3B2tk6DM/SwXbTrAXG6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/yjPyqkizX9o/S220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375777937563499950.post-7307943997409567008</id><published>2007-08-11T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T09:40:51.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robbie Williams'/><title type='text'>Angels - Robbie williams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hGzTyhSX7e0"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hGzTyhSX7e0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit and wait &lt;br /&gt;does an angel contemplate my fate &lt;br /&gt;and do they know, the places where we go &lt;br /&gt;when we´re grey and old &lt;br /&gt;´cos I´ve been told &lt;br /&gt;that salvation lets their wings unfold &lt;br /&gt;so when I’m lying in my bed &lt;br /&gt;thoughts running through my head &lt;br /&gt;and I feel that love is dead &lt;br /&gt;I’m loving angels instead &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and through it all she offers me protection &lt;br /&gt;a lot of love and affection &lt;br /&gt;whether I’m right or wrong &lt;br /&gt;and down the waterfall &lt;br /&gt;wherever it may take me &lt;br /&gt;I know that life wont break me &lt;br /&gt;when I come to call, she wont forsake me &lt;br /&gt;I’m loving angels instead &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I’m feeling weak &lt;br /&gt;and my pain walks down a one way street &lt;br /&gt;I look above &lt;br /&gt;and I know ill always be blessed with love &lt;br /&gt;and as the feeling grows, she breathes flesh to my bones &lt;br /&gt;and when love is dead &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m loving angels instead &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and through it all she offers me protection &lt;br /&gt;a lot of love and affection, whether I’m right or wrong &lt;br /&gt;and down the waterfall, wherever it may take me &lt;br /&gt;I know that life wont break me &lt;br /&gt;when I come to call... she wont forsake me &lt;br /&gt;I’m loving angels instead &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375777937563499950-7307943997409567008?l=las50mejores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/feeds/7307943997409567008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=375777937563499950&amp;postID=7307943997409567008' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/7307943997409567008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/7307943997409567008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/2007/08/angels-robbie-williams.html' title='Angels - Robbie williams'/><author><name>Carlos Balmaceda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfO3B2tk6DM/SwXbTrAXG6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/yjPyqkizX9o/S220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375777937563499950.post-97903420192502524</id><published>2007-08-09T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T17:27:28.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frankie Goes To Hollywood'/><title type='text'>The Power Of Love - Frankie Goes To Hollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ShN8UIk5-mw"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ShN8UIk5-mw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Feels like fire, I'm so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Purge the soul, Make love your goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of love&lt;br /&gt;A force from above, Cleaning my soul&lt;br /&gt;Flame on burn desire&lt;br /&gt;Love with tongues of fire, Purge the soul&lt;br /&gt;Make love your goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll protect you from the hooded claw&lt;br /&gt;Keep the vampires from your door&lt;br /&gt;When the chips are down I'll be around&lt;br /&gt;With my undying, death-defying&lt;br /&gt;Love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envy will hurt itself, Let yourself be beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Sparkling love, flowers, And pearls and pretty girls&lt;br /&gt;Love is like an energy&lt;br /&gt;Rushin' rushin' inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of love&lt;br /&gt;A force from above, Cleaning my soul&lt;br /&gt;Flame on burn desire&lt;br /&gt;Love with tongues of fire, Purge the soul&lt;br /&gt;Make love your goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time we go sublime&lt;br /&gt;Lovers entwine-divine divine&lt;br /&gt;Love is danger, love is pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Love is pure-the only treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with you, Purge the soul&lt;br /&gt;Make love your goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of love, A force from above&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning my soul, The power of love&lt;br /&gt;A force from above, A sky-scraping dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flame on burn desire, Love with tongues of fire&lt;br /&gt;Purge the soul, &lt;em&gt;Make love your goal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll protect you from the hooded claw)&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Keep the vampires from your door&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375777937563499950-97903420192502524?l=las50mejores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/feeds/97903420192502524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=375777937563499950&amp;postID=97903420192502524' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/97903420192502524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/97903420192502524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/2007/08/power-of-love-frankie-goes-to-hollywood.html' title='The Power Of Love - Frankie Goes To Hollywood'/><author><name>Carlos Balmaceda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfO3B2tk6DM/SwXbTrAXG6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/yjPyqkizX9o/S220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375777937563499950.post-8156135671744514444</id><published>2007-08-08T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T16:54:28.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boomtown rats'/><title type='text'>I dont like mondays - boomtown rats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/POl4vFp-5os"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/POl4vFp-5os" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When) The silicon chip inside her head&lt;br /&gt;Gets switched to overload&lt;br /&gt;And nobody’s gonna go to school today&lt;br /&gt;She’s gonna make them stay at home&lt;br /&gt;And daddy doesn’t understand it&lt;br /&gt;He always said she was good as gold&lt;br /&gt;And he can see no reasons 'Cos there are no reasons&lt;br /&gt;What reason do you need to be show-ow-ow-ow-own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I don’t like Mondays&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I don’t like Mondays&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I don’t like Mondays&lt;br /&gt;I wanna shoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oot the whole day down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Telex machine is kept so clean &lt;br /&gt;And it types to a waiting world&lt;br /&gt;And mother feels so shocked Father’s world is rocked&lt;br /&gt;And their thoughts turn to their own little girl&lt;br /&gt;Sweet 16 ain’t that peachy keen&lt;br /&gt;Now that ain’t so neat to admit defeat&lt;br /&gt;They can see no reasons 'Cos there are no reasons&lt;br /&gt;What reasons do you need? Oh Oh Oh Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I don’t like Mondays&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I don’t like Mondays&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I don’t like Mondays&lt;br /&gt;I wanna shoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oot &lt;br /&gt;The whole day down, down, down, shoot it all down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the playing's stopped in the playground now&lt;br /&gt;She wants to play with the toys a while&lt;br /&gt;And school's out early and soon we'll be learning&lt;br /&gt;And the lesson today is how to die&lt;br /&gt;And then the bullhorn crackles And the captain tackles&lt;br /&gt;With the problems of a house and wife&lt;br /&gt;And he can see no reasons 'Cos there are no reasons&lt;br /&gt;What reason do you need to die, die? Oh Oh Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the silicon chip inside her head&lt;br /&gt;Gets switched to overload&lt;br /&gt;And nobody’s gonna go to school today&lt;br /&gt;She’s gonna make them stay at home And daddy doesn’t understand it&lt;br /&gt;He always said she was good as gold&lt;br /&gt;And he can see no reasons 'Cos there are no reasons&lt;br /&gt;What reason do you need to be show-ow-ow-ow-own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I don’t like Mondays&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I don’t like Mondays&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I don’t like I don’t like (Tell me why)&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like Mondays&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I don’t like I don’t like (Tell me why)&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like Mondays Tell me why I don't like Mondays&lt;br /&gt;I wanna shoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oot the whole day down&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375777937563499950-8156135671744514444?l=las50mejores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/feeds/8156135671744514444/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=375777937563499950&amp;postID=8156135671744514444' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/8156135671744514444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/8156135671744514444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-dont-like-mondays-boomtown-rats.html' title='I dont like mondays - boomtown rats'/><author><name>Carlos Balmaceda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfO3B2tk6DM/SwXbTrAXG6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/yjPyqkizX9o/S220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375777937563499950.post-1612799925832389357</id><published>2007-08-08T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:15:40.299-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gerry Rafferty'/><title type='text'>Baker Street - Gerry Rafferty</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OgwETZKNPZc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OgwETZKNPZc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windin' your way down on Baker Street&lt;br /&gt;Light in your head and dead on your feet&lt;br /&gt;Well another crazy day&lt;br /&gt;You'll drink the night away&lt;br /&gt;And forget about everything &lt;br /&gt;This city desert makes you feel so cold.&lt;br /&gt;It's got so many people but it's got no soul&lt;br /&gt;And it's taking you so long&lt;br /&gt;To find out you were wrong&lt;br /&gt;When you thought it had everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to think that it was so easy&lt;br /&gt;You used to say that it was so easy&lt;br /&gt;But you're tryin'&lt;br /&gt;You're tryin' now&lt;br /&gt;Another year and then you'll be happy&lt;br /&gt;Just one more year and then you'll be happy&lt;br /&gt;But you're cryin'&lt;br /&gt;You're cryin' now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way down the street there's a lad in his place&lt;br /&gt;He opens the door he's got that look on his face&lt;br /&gt;And he asks you where you've been&lt;br /&gt;You tell him who you've seen&lt;br /&gt;And you talk about anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got this dream about buyin' some land&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna give up the booze and the one night stands&lt;br /&gt;And then he'll settle down there's a quiet little town&lt;br /&gt;And forget about everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know he'll always keep movin'&lt;br /&gt;You know he's never gonna stop movin&lt;br /&gt;Cus he's rollin'&lt;br /&gt;He's the rollin' stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you wake up it's a new mornin'&lt;br /&gt;The sun is shinin' it's a new morning&lt;br /&gt;You're goin'&lt;br /&gt;You're goin' home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375777937563499950-1612799925832389357?l=las50mejores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/feeds/1612799925832389357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=375777937563499950&amp;postID=1612799925832389357' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/1612799925832389357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/1612799925832389357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/2007/08/baker-street-gerry-rafferty.html' title='Baker Street - Gerry Rafferty'/><author><name>Carlos Balmaceda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfO3B2tk6DM/SwXbTrAXG6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/yjPyqkizX9o/S220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375777937563499950.post-8502382863402418935</id><published>2007-08-07T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T11:30:58.069-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phill Collins'/><title type='text'>In the air tonight - Phill Collins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gz7gajAb2ww"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gz7gajAb2ww" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord, Oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you told me you were drowning&lt;br /&gt;I would not lend a hand&lt;br /&gt;I've seen your face before my friend&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know if you know who I am&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was there and I saw what you did&lt;br /&gt;I saw it with my own two eyes&lt;br /&gt;So you can wipe off the grin, I know where you've been&lt;br /&gt;It's all been a pack of lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it in the air tonight, Oh Lord, Oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;And I've been waiting for this moment all my life, Oh Lord, Oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I remember, I remember don't worry&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever forget, it's the first time, the last time we ever met&lt;br /&gt;But I know the reason why you keep your silence up, no you don't fool me&lt;br /&gt;The hurt doesn't show; but the pain still grows&lt;br /&gt;It's no stranger to you or me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Oh Lord, Oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Oh Lord, Oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it coming in the air, I can feel it coming in the air&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it coming in the air, I can feel it coming in the air&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for this moment for all my liife&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375777937563499950-8502382863402418935?l=las50mejores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/feeds/8502382863402418935/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=375777937563499950&amp;postID=8502382863402418935' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/8502382863402418935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/8502382863402418935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/2007/08/nunca-volver-el-sueo-de-morfeo.html' title='In the air tonight - Phill Collins'/><author><name>Carlos Balmaceda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfO3B2tk6DM/SwXbTrAXG6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/yjPyqkizX9o/S220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375777937563499950.post-1299707965576208996</id><published>2007-08-07T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T16:07:57.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The mamas and the papas'/><title type='text'>California dreamin - The mamas and the papas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-wI6uAOHzvo"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-wI6uAOHzvo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the leaves are brown&lt;br /&gt;And the sky is grey&lt;br /&gt;I've been for a walk&lt;br /&gt;On a winter's day&lt;br /&gt;I'd be safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;If I was in L.A.&lt;br /&gt;California dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;On such a winter's day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped into a church&lt;br /&gt;I passed along the way&lt;br /&gt;Well I got down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;And I pretend to pray&lt;br /&gt;You know the preacher likes the cold&lt;br /&gt;He knows I'm gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;California dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;On such a winter's day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the leaves are brown&lt;br /&gt;And the sky is grey&lt;br /&gt;I've been for a walk&lt;br /&gt;On a winter's day&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't tell her&lt;br /&gt;I could leave today&lt;br /&gt;California dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;On such a winter's day&lt;br /&gt;On such a winter's day&lt;br /&gt;On such a winter's day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375777937563499950-1299707965576208996?l=las50mejores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/feeds/1299707965576208996/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=375777937563499950&amp;postID=1299707965576208996' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/1299707965576208996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/1299707965576208996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/2007/08/california-dreamin-mamas-and-papas.html' title='California dreamin - The mamas and the papas'/><author><name>Carlos Balmaceda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfO3B2tk6DM/SwXbTrAXG6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/yjPyqkizX9o/S220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375777937563499950.post-1442807959595501809</id><published>2007-08-07T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T15:57:04.112-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace Jones'/><title type='text'>La vie en rose - Grace Jones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7SGmk7nuHuY"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7SGmk7nuHuY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des yeux qui font baisser les miens&lt;br /&gt;Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche &lt;br /&gt;Voilà le portrait sans retouche&lt;br /&gt;De l'homme auquel j'appartiens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quand il me prend dans ses bras&lt;br /&gt;Il me parle tout bas&lt;br /&gt;je vois la vie en rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il me dit des mots d'amour&lt;br /&gt;des mots de tous le jours&lt;br /&gt;Et ça me fait quelque chose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il est entré dans mon coeur&lt;br /&gt;Une part de bonheur&lt;br /&gt;Dont je connais la cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est lui pour moi&lt;br /&gt;Moi pour lui &lt;br /&gt;dans la vie&lt;br /&gt;Il me l'a dit, l'a juré pour la vie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et dès que je l'aperçois&lt;br /&gt;Alors je sens en moi, mon coeur qui bat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he takes me in his arms &lt;br /&gt;and whispers love to me&lt;br /&gt;everything's lovely&lt;br /&gt;It's him for me and me for him&lt;br /&gt;all our lives&lt;br /&gt;and it's so real what I feel&lt;br /&gt;this is why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et dès que je l'aperçois&lt;br /&gt;Alors je sens en moi,mon coeur qui bat... &lt;br /&gt;la vie .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vie en rose,la vie en rose&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhhhh.....la vie&lt;br /&gt;La vie en rose, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vie en rose,la vie en rose&lt;br /&gt;la vie en rose ,la vie en rose&lt;br /&gt;la vie en rose , la vie en rose&lt;br /&gt;la vie en rose, la vie en rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime voir toujours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375777937563499950-1442807959595501809?l=las50mejores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/feeds/1442807959595501809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=375777937563499950&amp;postID=1442807959595501809' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/1442807959595501809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/1442807959595501809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/2007/08/la-vie-en-rose-grace-jones.html' title='La vie en rose - Grace Jones'/><author><name>Carlos Balmaceda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfO3B2tk6DM/SwXbTrAXG6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/yjPyqkizX9o/S220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375777937563499950.post-4533705113486183702</id><published>2007-08-06T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T17:19:55.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carly Simon'/><title type='text'>Your so vain - Carly Simon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7B7bVD_DkM4"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7B7bVD_DkM4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht&lt;br /&gt;Your hat strategically dipped below one eye&lt;br /&gt;Your scarf it was apricot&lt;br /&gt;You had one eye on the mirror as you watched yourself gavotte&lt;br /&gt;And all the girls dreamed that theyd be your partner&lt;br /&gt;Theyd be your partner, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youre so vain, you probably think this song is about you&lt;br /&gt;Youre so vain, Ill bet you think this song is about you&lt;br /&gt;Dont you? dont you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had me several years ago when I was still quite naive&lt;br /&gt;Well you said that we made such a pretty pair&lt;br /&gt;And that you would never leave&lt;br /&gt;But you gave away the things you loved and one of them was me&lt;br /&gt;I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee&lt;br /&gt;Clouds in my coffee, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee&lt;br /&gt;Clouds in my coffee, and...&lt;br /&gt;Well I hear you went up to saratoga and your horse naturally won&lt;br /&gt;Then you flew your lear jet up to nova scotia&lt;br /&gt;To see the total eclipse of the sun&lt;br /&gt;Well youre where you should be all the time&lt;br /&gt;And when youre not youre with&lt;br /&gt;Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend&lt;br /&gt;Wife of a close friend, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375777937563499950-4533705113486183702?l=las50mejores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/feeds/4533705113486183702/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=375777937563499950&amp;postID=4533705113486183702' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/4533705113486183702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/4533705113486183702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/2007/08/your-so-vain-carly-simon.html' title='Your so vain - Carly Simon'/><author><name>Carlos Balmaceda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfO3B2tk6DM/SwXbTrAXG6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/yjPyqkizX9o/S220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375777937563499950.post-2471462274198122099</id><published>2007-08-05T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T17:32:06.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genesis'/><title type='text'>Mama - Genesis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lx7ENNe5VhY"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lx7ENNe5VhY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see you mama&lt;br /&gt;but I can hardly wait&lt;br /&gt;ooh to touch and to feel you mama&lt;br /&gt;oh I just can't keep away&lt;br /&gt;in the heat and the steam of the city&lt;br /&gt;oh its got me running and I just can't brake&lt;br /&gt;so say you'll help me mama&lt;br /&gt;cos its getting so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't keep you mama&lt;br /&gt;but I know you're always there&lt;br /&gt;you listen, you teach me mama&lt;br /&gt;and I know inside you care&lt;br /&gt;so get down, down here beside me&lt;br /&gt;oh you ain't going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;no I won't hurt you mama&lt;br /&gt;but its getting so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see me here mama&lt;br /&gt;mama mama mama please&lt;br /&gt;can't you feel my heart&lt;br /&gt;can't you feel my heart&lt;br /&gt;can't you feel my heart oh&lt;br /&gt;now listen to me mama&lt;br /&gt;mama mama&lt;br /&gt;you're taking away my last chance&lt;br /&gt;don't take it away&lt;br /&gt;can't you feel my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hot, too hot for me mama&lt;br /&gt;but I can hardly wait&lt;br /&gt;my eyes they're burning mama&lt;br /&gt;and I can feel my body shake&lt;br /&gt;don't stop, don't stop me mama&lt;br /&gt;oh make the pain, make it go away&lt;br /&gt;no I won't hurt you mama&lt;br /&gt;but its getting so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't see you mama&lt;br /&gt;but I know you're always there&lt;br /&gt;you taunt, you tease me mama&lt;br /&gt;but I never never can keep away&lt;br /&gt;it's the heat and the steam of the city&lt;br /&gt;oh got me running and I just can't brake&lt;br /&gt;so stay don't leave me mama&lt;br /&gt;cos its getting so hard &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375777937563499950-2471462274198122099?l=las50mejores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/feeds/2471462274198122099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=375777937563499950&amp;postID=2471462274198122099' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/2471462274198122099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/2471462274198122099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/2007/08/mama-genesis.html' title='Mama - Genesis'/><author><name>Carlos Balmaceda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfO3B2tk6DM/SwXbTrAXG6I/AAAAAAAAAfk/yjPyqkizX9o/S220/foto3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375777937563499950.post-8376681671848306618</id><published>2007-08-05T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T16:53:54.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metallica'/><title type='text'>The unforgiven - Metallica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5cGvzApDZKI"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5cGvzApDZKI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;New blood joins this earth&lt;br /&gt;And quickly he's subdued&lt;br /&gt;Through constant pained disgrace&lt;br /&gt;The young boy learns their rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With time the child draws in&lt;br /&gt;This whipping boy done wrong&lt;br /&gt;Deprived of all his thoughts&lt;br /&gt;The young man strugggles on and on he's known&lt;br /&gt;A vow unto his own&lt;br /&gt;That never from this day&lt;br /&gt;His will they'll take away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i've felt&lt;br /&gt;What i've known&lt;br /&gt;Never shined through in what i've shown&lt;br /&gt;Never be&lt;br /&gt;Never see&lt;br /&gt;Won't see what might have been&lt;br /&gt;What i've felt&lt;br /&gt;What i've known&lt;br /&gt;Never shined through in what i've shown&lt;br /&gt;Never free&lt;br /&gt;Never me&lt;br /&gt;So i dub thee UNFORGIVEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They dedicate their lives&lt;br /&gt;To running all of his&lt;br /&gt;He tries to please THEM all&lt;br /&gt;This bitter man he is&lt;br /&gt;Throughout his life the same&lt;br /&gt;He's battled constantly&lt;br /&gt;This fight he cannot win&lt;br /&gt;A tired man they see no longer cares&lt;br /&gt;The old man then prepares&lt;br /&gt;To die regretfully&lt;br /&gt;That old man here is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You labeled me&lt;br /&gt;I'll label you&lt;br /&gt;So i dub thee UNFORGIVEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/375777937563499950-8376681671848306618?l=las50mejores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/feeds/8376681671848306618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=375777937563499950&amp;postID=8376681671848306618' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/8376681671848306618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/375777937563499950/posts/default/8376681671848306618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://las50mejores.blogspot.com/2007/08/unforgiven-metallica.html' title='The unforgiven - 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