Juana Molina — Salvese Quien Pueda
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Tengo una idea dando vueltas desde hace tiempo
¿Cómo es posible que el progreso sea tan violento?
Una flor, un árbol, un aroma, los pajaritos
Son valores que se van perdiendo de a poquito.
Hachan, tiran, rompen, sacan, ponen y hacen ruido
indignándonos con sus proyectos sin sentido
Demolieron la manzana de al lado de la plaza
para hacer un centro comercial tan grande y grasa
Sálvese quien pueda. Quien pueda que se salve.
Cambian la fachada de la casa, les da vergüenza
no nos enseñaron el valor de nuestra herencia.
La vereda, el almacén, el kiosco, los reconozco
si los quitan yo me siento sapo de otro pozo
Sálvese quien pueda. Quien pueda que se salve.
Las frutillas, los tomates, ahora no son tan ricos
porque les pusieron qué sé yo qué gen maldito
¡ah, las rosas! eran espinosas y perfumadas
ahora no te pinchan, pero tienen olor a nada.
Sálvese quien pueda. Quien pueda que se salve.
Veo, oigo, huelo, toco, siento, pienso.
¿Cómo es posible que el progreso sea tan violento?
Una flor, un árbol, un aroma, los pajaritos
Son valores que se van perdiendo de a poquito.
Hachan, tiran, rompen, sacan, ponen y hacen ruido
indignándonos con sus proyectos sin sentido
Demolieron la manzana de al lado de la plaza
para hacer un centro comercial tan grande y grasa
Sálvese quien pueda. Quien pueda que se salve.
Cambian la fachada de la casa, les da vergüenza
no nos enseñaron el valor de nuestra herencia.
La vereda, el almacén, el kiosco, los reconozco
si los quitan yo me siento sapo de otro pozo
Sálvese quien pueda. Quien pueda que se salve.
Las frutillas, los tomates, ahora no son tan ricos
porque les pusieron qué sé yo qué gen maldito
¡ah, las rosas! eran espinosas y perfumadas
ahora no te pinchan, pero tienen olor a nada.
Sálvese quien pueda. Quien pueda que se salve.
Veo, oigo, huelo, toco, siento, pienso.
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SO different, and so very likable. Play more!
This sounds like honey.
I like it.
I like it.
samstag wrote:
You can hear them? You pass!
What should those annoying high-frequency noises in that song be for? Hearing test? 
You can hear them? You pass!
ziggytrix wrote:
right! Thats what it reminds me of!
Reminds me of Chemical Brothers' Where Do I Begin (that's a good thing IMO). 
right! Thats what it reminds me of!
There's a piercing, high pitched sound coming in and out that is going to make me push the PSD. I've got a nice set of near-field monitors here in my (COVID-19) home office. Maybe when I start going back to work, the desk speakers will leave it out, and I will be able to enjoy this song.
Radio Paradise what would I do without you
All these sounds you have brought to my ears
Bless you all
All these sounds you have brought to my ears
Bless you all
What should those annoying high-frequency noises in that song be for? Hearing test?
lunartica wrote:
Al contrario, me parece que RP es el lugar para la diversidad y la cantidad de mùsica excelente que hay alrededor del mundo.
Por favor qué plasta!!, si precisamente escuchamos radio paradise huyendo de este churro de música!
Al contrario, me parece que RP es el lugar para la diversidad y la cantidad de mùsica excelente que hay alrededor del mundo.
Ace of hearts lefted sorry.
Reminds me of Chemical Brothers' Where Do I Begin (that's a good thing IMO).
I adore Juana! Magnificently eccentric! Saw her perform live several years ago and, when murmurs from the crowd about "not understanding her lyrics" reached her ears, she responded slyly:
"I remember listening to The Beatles when I was young. I loved them, but I couldn't understand a thing they were saying. Now you know how I felt."
"I remember listening to The Beatles when I was young. I loved them, but I couldn't understand a thing they were saying. Now you know how I felt."
Google translate says:
I have an idea circling for a while
How is it possible that progress is so violent?
A flower, a tree, an aroma, the birds
They are values that are lost little by little.
Hacha, pull, break, pull, lay and make noise
outraging us with their projects without meaning
They demolished the apple next to the square
to make a mall so big and fat
Every man for himself. Who can be saved.
They change the facade of the house, they are ashamed
They did not teach us the value of our inheritance.
The path, the warehouse, the kiosk, I recognize them
If they are removed, I feel like a toad from another well
Every man for himself. Who can be saved.
The strawberries, the tomatoes, are not so rich now
because they put what I know what damned gene
Ah, the roses! They were thorny and perfumed
Now they do not puncture you, but they smell like nothing.
Every man for himself. Who can be saved.
I see, I hear, I smell, I touch, I feel, I think.
I have an idea circling for a while
How is it possible that progress is so violent?
A flower, a tree, an aroma, the birds
They are values that are lost little by little.
Hacha, pull, break, pull, lay and make noise
outraging us with their projects without meaning
They demolished the apple next to the square
to make a mall so big and fat
Every man for himself. Who can be saved.
They change the facade of the house, they are ashamed
They did not teach us the value of our inheritance.
The path, the warehouse, the kiosk, I recognize them
If they are removed, I feel like a toad from another well
Every man for himself. Who can be saved.
The strawberries, the tomatoes, are not so rich now
because they put what I know what damned gene
Ah, the roses! They were thorny and perfumed
Now they do not puncture you, but they smell like nothing.
Every man for himself. Who can be saved.
I see, I hear, I smell, I touch, I feel, I think.
The melody is very familiar. I also echo the bit about the high pitched effect. On the whole, though, I rather like this. I just wish I could remember what song it reminded me of.
I think her hearing aid is whistling
Thanks Guys,
a very nice listen
a very nice listen
Ethereal!
To those not liking this song, I recommend to hear other works from Juana Molina.
Her music is not the best part. Listen to the lyrics! That's the best.
She's very eclectic to be judged by one song...
Her music is not the best part. Listen to the lyrics! That's the best.
She's very eclectic to be judged by one song...
I'm very surprised to hear to Juana Molina in RP!
Thank you Bill !!!
Thank you Bill !!!
Tiene su encanto...
Por favor qué plasta!!, si precisamente escuchamos radio paradise huyendo de este churro de música!
Enchanting
Reminiscencias líricas de una tal Joni Mitchell. ¿O me equivoco?
Vamos todavia Juana! I can't believe I am listening to your songs on RP! Wow!
Mi prima de 11 años canta mejor... poniendo ya mas alma.
I like it, though that high-frequency effect is a bit painful on the ears!
sirdroseph wrote:
Hear, hear!
Love her, you should play it.
Hear, hear!
Love her, you should play it.
I've had an idea kicking around for a while.
How is it possible that progress is so violent?
A flower, a tree, a scent, the birds
These are values that are being lost little by little.
They hack, throw, break, take out, put in and make noise
angering us with their senseless projects
They demolished the block next to the plaza
to make a shopping center so big and fat
Every man for himself. Whoever can be saved.
They change the facade of the house, they are ashamed
They did not teach us the value of our heritage.
The sidewalk, the warehouse, the kiosk, I recognize them
If they remove them I feel like a toad from another well
Every man for himself. Whoever can be saved.
The strawberries, the tomatoes, now they are not so delicious
because they gave them what I know what damn gene
Ah, the roses! They were prickly and perfumed
Now they don't prick you, but they smell like nothing.
Every man for himself. Whoever can be saved.
I see, I hear, I smell, I touch, I feel, I think.