R.E.U.P - Andrés Marote: MI MÚSICA CON LA BANDA DE ROCK R.E.U.P.

Andrés Marote: MI MÚSICA CON LA BANDA DE ROCK R.E.U.P.: "¡R...! E.U.P. 2005-2007 ANDRÉS MAROTE: vocal, armónicas, bajo eléctrico PITU: guitarra eléctrica OSCAR ARTAVIA: batería La música de ¡R....."

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REUP : ir a la pagina de descarga

R.E.U.P..... Una Historia para contar

-Retrocedan es un pulpo- Esto es lo que significa REUP

Nombre que deciden darle a su proyecto, Ricardo Soto ( guitarra) y Andres Marote (bajo, vocal, armonica y composicion).Un dia de tantos me invitan a participar en su sala de ensayos, y ahi comienza mi rol de baterista con ellos..Corre el mes de abril o mayo de 1996 -si mal no recuerdo-

A continuacion, la historia en las palabras de Andres... Ir a la historia

REUP ensayo 21 oct_ Ir a la pagina de descarga

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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)

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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