domingo, 18 de julio de 2010

R.E.U.P Musica R.E.U.P _Ensayo del 21de Oct de 2007



Estos temas, son el resultado del ensayo de ese 21 de octubre... Iniciabamos siempre con Louie Louie para calentar, y estabamos en un proceso de tocar "de un solo tiro" casi todo el repertorio que teniamos para las presentaciones...Combinabamos canciones de otros artistas como Pink Floyd (10 ), Lou Reed ( 6 y 9 ), The Band ( 2 ) y algunos mas que no recuerdo, con nuestras canciones...Andres, escribe sus letras tanto en español como en ingles, por lo que en otra entrega les mostrare las versiones al español de Teenage ball que se llama: Desafinado -, Broken day blues : El globo-, y tambien las versiones de Las cosas de la muerte (Paraskevidekatriafobia: o fobia al viernes 13 ) y de Reysinreina..
El tema Assp (Alto al saqueo de las instituciones y los servicios publicos ), es un tema con el cual pongo en accion mi idea de hacer musica y textos con mensajes de caracter social, y combatir de esta forma todo ese arte complaciente, superficial y decorativo que abunda en el mercado y a la vez decir algo que quiero expresar como musico y como ciudadano.Se encontraran con errores de interpretacion en algunas partes de las canciones, pero tomen en cuenta que esto es parte del ensayo y por lo tanto son inherentes a este.. La edicion la realizo Ricardo Soto..Espero que disfruten este Ensayo concierto, y que me hagan llegar sus comentarios. Gracias.

1 - Louie Louie cover

2 - The weight
cover
3 - Teenage ball
Andres Marote Trejos
4 - Something you don't know Andres Marote Trejos
5 - Paraskevidekatriafobia
Andres Marote Trejos
6 - Heroin cover
7 - It's hard to find out your lies behind so many tears
Andres M
8 - Queenlessking Oscar Artavia S - Andres Marote T
9 - Waiting for the man
cover
10-Julia dream
cover
11- Hoochie coochie man
cover
12- Assp
Oscar Artavia S
13- Shopping list
Andres Marote Trejos
15- Broken day blues
Andres Marote Trejos
16- Hey Joe
cover

Ricardo Soto B ( guitarras),
Andres Maroto T (vocal, bajo 5 cuerdas , armonica )
Oscar Artavia S ( bateria - percusion)

Letras de las canciones de Andres

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Hey Joe
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand

I'm going down to shoot my old lady
You know, I've caught her messin' around with another man
I'm going down to shoot my old lady
You know, I've caught her messin' around with another man
And that ain't too cool

Hey Joe, I've heard you shot your woman down,
shot her down, now
I said I've heard you shot your old lady down,
You shot her down to the ground

Yes I did, I shot her
You know, I caught her messin' round, messin' round town
Yes I did, I shot her
You know, I caught my old lady messin' around town
And I gave her the gun
I SHOT HER!

Hey Joe, alright
Shoot her one more time, baby

Hey Joe, said now
Where you gonna run to now?
Where you gonna run to?
Hey Joe, I said where you gonna run to now?
Where you, where you gonna go?
Well, dig it

I'm goin' way down south,
Way down to Mexico way
Alright!
I'm goin' way down south,
Way down where I can be free
Ain't no one gonna find me

Ain't no hangman gonna,
He ain't gonna put a rope around me
You better believe it right now
I gotta go now
Hey Joe, you better run on down
Good by everybody
Hey Joe, uhh
Run on down


Louie Louie

CHORUS:

Louie Louie, oh no
We gotta go
Aye-yi-yi-yi
Louie Louie, oh baby
We gotta go

A Fine little girl awaits for me
She's just a trip across the sea
Me sail that all alone
Me never know how I make it home

CHORUS

Three nights and days I sail the sea
I think of girl, 0' constantly
On that ship, I dream she there
I smell that rose hangin' in her hair.

CHORUS

Okay, let's give it to 'em, right now!

GUITAR SOLO

Me see Jamaica, the moon above
It won't be long, me see my little love
I take her in my arms again
I tell her I'll never leave again

CHORUS

Let's take it on outa here now
Let's go!



The weight

I pulled into Nazareth, I was feelin' about half past dead;
I just need some place where I can lay my head.
"Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?"
He just grinned and shook my hand, and "No!", was all he said.

(Chorus:)
Take a load off Fannie, take a load for free;
Take a load off Fannie, And (and) (and) you can put the load right on me.

I picked up my bag, I went lookin' for a place to hide;
When I saw Carmen and the Devil walkin' side by side.
I said, "Hey, Carmen, come on, let's go downtown."
She said, "I gotta go, but m'friend can stick around."

(Chorus)

Go down, Miss Moses, there's nothin' you can say
It's just ol' Luke, and Luke's waitin' on the Judgement Day.
"Well, Luke, my friend, what about young Anna Lee?"
He said, "Do me a favor, son, woncha stay an' keep Anna Lee company?"

(Chorus)

Crazy Chester followed me, and he caught me in the fog.
He said, "I will fix your rags, if you'll take Jack, my dog."
I said, "Wait a minute, Chester, you know I'm a peaceful man."
He said, "That's okay, boy, won't you feed him when you can."

(Chorus)

Catch a Cannonball, now, t'take me down the line
My bag is sinkin' low and I do believe it's time.
To get back to Miss Annie, you know she's the only one.
Who sent me here with her regards for everyone.

(Chorus)


Waiting for the man
Lou Reed

I'm waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, 125
Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I'm waiting for my man

Hey, white boy, what you doin' uptown?
Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around?
Oh pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind
I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine
I'm waiting for my man

Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
PR shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is you always gotta wait
I'm waiting for my man

Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybody's pinned you, but nobody cares
He's got the works, gives you sweet taste
Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste
I'm waiting for my man

Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout
I'm feeling good, you know I'm gonna work it on out
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling oh so fine
Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time
I'm waiting for my man


Julia dream
Pink Floyd

Sunlight bright upon my pillow
Lighter than an eiderdown
Will she let the weeping willow
Wind his branches round
Julia dream, dreamboat queen, queen of all my dreams
Every night I turn the light out
Waiting for the velvet bride
Will the scaly armadillo
Find me where I'm hiding

Julia dream, dreamboat queen, queen of all my dreams
Will the misty master break me
Will the key unlock my mind
Will the following footsteps catch me
Am I really dying
Julia dream, dreamboat queen, queen of all my dreams


Hoochie Coochie Man

The gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born
I got a boy child's comin'
He's gonna be a son of a gun
He gonna make pretty women's
Jump and shout
Then the world wanna know
What this all about
But you know I'm him
Everybody knows I'm him
Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I'm him

I got a black cat bone
I got a mojo too
I got the Johnny Concheroo
I'm gonna mess with you
I'm gonna make you girls
Lead me by my hand
Then the world will know
The hoochie coochie man
But you know I'm him
Everybody knows I'm him
Oh you know I'm the hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I'm him

On the seventh hours
On the seventh day
On the seventh month
The seven doctors say
He was born for good luck
And that you'll see
I got seven hundred dollars
Don't you mess with me
But you know I'm him
Everybody knows I'm him
Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I'm him


Heroin
(Lou Reed)

I don't know just where I'm going
But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can
'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man
When I put a spike into my vein
And I'll tell ya, things aren't quite the same
When I'm rushing on my run
And I feel just like Jesus' son
And I guess that I just don't know
And I guess that I just don't know

I have made the big decision
I'm gonna try to nullify my life
'Cause when the blood begins to flow
When it shoots up the dropper's neck
When I'm closing in on death
And you can't help me now, you guys
And a
You can all go take a walk
And I guess that I just don't know
And I guess that I just don't know

I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that I'd sail the darkened seas
On a great big clipper ship
Going from this land here to that
In a sailor's suit and cap
Away from the big city
Where a man can not be free
Of all of the evils of this town
And of himself, and those around
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know

Heroin, be the death of me
Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life
Because a mainer to my vein
Leads to a center in my head
And then I'm better off and dead
Because when the smack begins to flow
I really don't care anymore
About all the Jim-Jim's in this town
And all the politicians makin' crazy sounds
And everybody puttin' everybody else down
And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds

'Cause when the smack begins to flow
Then I really don't care anymore
Ah, when the heroin is in my blood
And that blood is in my head
Then thank God that I'm as good as dead
Then thank your God that I'm not aware
And thank God that I just don't care
And I guess I just don't know
And I guess I just don't know














4 comentarios:

Anónimo dijo...

entodas!!!oscar exelente la idea de este blog!!!!
ATT Daniel Chavez XD

OscArtS dijo...

Gracias,Daniel...

Andrés Marote dijo...

Excelente, Oscar... Qué recuerdos mae, cuando tocábamos esta vara, entre birras y etcéteras...

OscArtS dijo...

Los buenos tiempos, Andres ...Los buenos tiempos !

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