Música

Life is a Bad Movie (2013)

Grabado, mezclado y masterizado por Israel Santamaría. 
www.israelsantamaria.com
Todas las canciones por Pablo Almaraz excepto 2 y 7, tradicionales.
Producido por Israel Santamaría y Pablo Almaraz, 2013.

Pablo Almaraz - Voz, Armónica.
Israel Santamaría - Piano, Hammond B3 (3,10), Dobro (9).
Dabid Martín - Contrabajo.
Isaías Malarrenta - Batería, Percusión.
Con:
Luis Arroyo - Guitarra (4)
Yahvé M. de la Cavada - Guitarra (7)

Foto portada - Gorka Vaderetro
Diseño - Marta Liarte


Rootless Background (2007)

  

All songs by Pablo Almaraz except Voodoo Girl Music by P. Almaraz, Lyrics By Tim Burton (from "The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy & Other Stories")
Produced and mastered by Israel Santamaría, www.israelsantamaria.com
Album Art by 5x8 Studio

Pablo Almaraz - Vocals, Harmónica, Percussions
Israel Santamaría - Piano, Hammond Organ
Dabid Martín - Bass
Isaías Malarrenta - Drums, Percussion

With:
Adan Arsuaga - Acoustic guitar (1, 10)
Santiago Delgado - Background vocals (1, 3)
Gorka "Vaderetro" Mirantes - cajon (10)
Manu "Residence" Iturregi - Accordeon 1()
Arantxa Barcelona - Violin (8)
Yahve M. de la Cavada - Electric Guitar (4)


Hace ya bastante tiempo que renuncié a escribir nada que no llevara música. Nunca me sonaba bien.

 En vista de las demandas, aquí estan las letras de las canciones de Rootless Background (2007), para quien pueda estar interesado en pelearse con ellas: de ningún modo pienso ponerme a traducirlas.

 "Voodoo Girl", quede clarito, es un poema de Tim Burton incluido en su libro "La melancólica muerte del niño ostra"
Por favor, leedlas mientras escuchais el cd aquí mismo:

You Can’t lose Nothin’ By Tryin’

Before you try my woman, there’s a couple of things you got to know
She was the cutest little thing ever seen drinkin’ single brown rum
You could lose your mind, you could lose your soul, you could even lose your money…
But don’t worry; you can’t lose nothin’ by tryin’

I remember the summer we spent in that small dark warm room
She used to leave me in the morning and come back to me in the afternoon
When I ran out of time she ran out of rum, and then we both ran out of money…
But don’t worry, you can’t lose nothin’ by tryin’

I had a warm, warm feeling every time I saw her lying in my bed
The warmth became suffocation, and the bed began to trap us like a snare
With her jealous ways and her ”daddy, just one minute” , ok, she never asked for money…
But don’t worry, you can’t lose nothin’ by tryin’


Down For So Long

Ice can burn your skin like fire, don’t you know?
Like the gentle kiss you gave me after putting me down
By the time I caught the meaning you were gone
And I couldn’t tell you that I was freezing, couldn’t tell you that I was freezing
I’ve been standing; I’ve been coming down for so long
I’ve been a fool but I just can’t get enough.

(I’ve) tried so hard to blame it on the man I used to be
Sho’nuff ain’t good, but it sure don’t mean a thing
Someone told me last night I looked like a bear trapped in a cage
I said I’d rather be a worm in my own hole; yeah I’d rather be a worm in my own hole
I’ve been standing; I’ve been coming down for so long
I’ve been a fool but I just can’t get enough.

Somethin’

When I first saw you, baby, you were leaning on the bar, I was playing some boogie and my harp did block
Cause I knew you had somethin’
I knew you had somethin’
You had something, baby, I thought I could never have


I couldn’t even talk, I couldn’t even sing, I got tangled with the cable and I spilled my drink
and I knew you had somethin’
I knew you had somethin’
You had something, baby, I thought I could never have

Somethin’, in your walkin’
Somethin’ in your talkin’
Somethin’ in your drinkin’
Somethin’ in your cheatin’
Something, baby, I thought I could never have


Don’t Ask The Elm For Pears

You can´t ask the guitarist to turn it down
You can´t ask a woman for the truth
You can’t cheat your mother with a single lie
You can’t ask for mercy on a Saturday night

You can’t catch a cat on a hot tin roof
You can’t ask the elm for pears
You can’t ask the barman to keep you dry
And you can’t keep nothing but what you can grab

No, you can’t keep nothing but what you can grab
“ “ “
“ …

Voodoo Girl
By Tim Burton

Her skin is white cloth
And she´s all sewn apart
And she has many colored pins
Stiking out of her heart

She has a beautiful set
Of hypno disk eyes,
The ones that she uses
To hypnotize guys

She has many different zombies
Who are deeply in her trance
She even has a zombie
Who was originally from France

But she knows she has a curse on her
A curse she cannot win
For if someone gets too close to her
The pins stick farther in.


A Matter Of Taste

I had a walk through your neighbourhood the other night
I looked up at your window, but you had turned off your light
I knew I got to talk to you but I might lose my mind
Cause you got the main thing, and I´ve got a lot of time to waste
You got the main thing, though it might just be a matter of taste
Long time since I learned to put up with your tears
There’s a time for the tears and a time to decide to be realistic
I feel so tired, you´d better leave me by myself
Cause you got the main thing, and I´ve got a lot of time to waste
You got the main thing, though it might just be a matter of taste


I´ve never hurt your feelings, so please don´t kneel down on the
floor
You ain´t got no feelings to hurt and this floor’s your second home


Don´t you think I still remember well those scenes you used to make
And the way you behave like you were the rule’s exception
But maybe thinkin’ aloud I should have let you down so you’d care for yourself and I’d leave this town
You got the main thing, and I got a lot of time to waste
You got the main thing, though it might just be a matter of taste


Not Even Blues

I got a pistol, under my pillow
Got a pistol, under my pillow
My pillow’s got a pistol under it, but I ain’t got no woman to shoot

I got a bible, on my table
I got a bible, on my table
My table’s got a bible on it, but I ain’t got no reason to pray

I got a voodoo candle, they say it could show me my way
I had a sweet black woman, but now I can’t even say I miss her

Got a harp, in my pocket
Got a harp, in my pocket
My pocket’s got a harp in it, but I ain’t got no feelings to blow


It Might Rain

Goin´ down the avenue, and I feel as low down as I can
Can´t find my neighbourhood, and I´m just getting out of breath
If I only had someone to care for me and take me out of this mess
There´s no use to complain
Cause it might be worse, it might be worse…
It might rain

Can´t stand more drinkin´, cause I´m almost goin´ insane
Gonna lay my head somewhere and just wait for the day to break
Got the neon lights and the taxicabs, they could take me back again
There´s no use to complain
Cause it might be worse, it might be worse…
It might rain


Dream Last Night

In the dream I had last night you were walking by the seaside
You were all dressed in white, and the moon lit up your hair
I should have known that we never meant the same things
But in the dream I had last night, that didn’t mean a thing to me

In the dream I had last night September led us back to springtime
The summer rain was sweet and warm and the money flowed like a river
I heard your whisper and it didn’t sound like a moan to me
Cause in the dream I had last night, all sounds were what they seemed to be

In the dream I had last night things they never turned ironic
You laughing at my witty speech as I down my third gin & tonic
I saw you leaving and I didn’t fear you could not come back
It was a dream I had last night.