Lo Siento Mi Vida
written by Linda Ronstadt/ Kenny Edwards/ Gilbert Ronstadt
Lo siento mi vida
Yo sé que ya terminó
Corazones quebrados
Esperanza que se fué
Cuando brille la luna
Yo sé que no dormirás
Ni tú
Ni yo
Ya ha llegado el triste pesar
Debemos siempre separarnos
La noche que te fuiste
Cambió mi pobre vida
Quedo mi alma triste
Pensando en mi dolor
Cuando brille la luna
Yo sé que no dormirás
Ni tú
Ni yo
Ya ha llegado el triste pesar
Debemos siempre separarnos
I wait for the night to pass and turn to day
I can't make this feeling go away
'Cause I get so weak when the day is through
And I think of you
I'm gonna see it through
Lo siento mi vida
Yo sé que ya terminó
Corazones quebrados
Esperanza que se fué
Cuando brille la luna
Yo sé que no dormirás
Ni tú
Ni yo
Ya ha llegado el triste pesar
Debemos siempre separarnos
Siempre separar
Wish I knew Spanish
I wish I knew Spanish as well, Rex. Craven speaks Portuguese fluently, and probably Spanish. Francis speaks Spanish, but he must be away.
I tried translating the song on Babel Fish, but it never comes out just right.
In English:
I feel my life I know that either Hope finished to broken Hearts that fué When the moon shines I know that you Nor I will not sleep Nor Or has arrived the sad one to weigh We must always separate The night that you were yourself Changed my poor life I am left my soul sad Thinking about my pain When the moon shines I know that you Nor I will sleep Neither Or has arrived the sad one to weigh We must always separate I feel my life I know that either Hope finished to broken Hearts that fué When the moon shines I know that you Nor I will not sleep Nor Or has arrived the sad one to weigh We must always separate Always to separate.
Pretty poor, no?
Letty wrote:I wish I knew Spanish as well, Rex. Craven speaks Portuguese fluently, and probably Spanish. Francis speaks Spanish, but he must be away.
I tried translating the song on Babel Fish, but it never comes out just right.
In English:
I feel my life I know that either Hope finished to broken Hearts that fué When the moon shines I know that you Nor I will not sleep Nor Or has arrived the sad one to weigh We must always separate The night that you were yourself Changed my poor life I am left my soul sad Thinking about my pain When the moon shines I know that you Nor I will sleep Neither Or has arrived the sad one to weigh We must always separate I feel my life I know that either Hope finished to broken Hearts that fué When the moon shines I know that you Nor I will not sleep Nor Or has arrived the sad one to weigh We must always separate Always to separate.
Pretty poor, no?
That is not too bad...
It seems as if it is how night and day seem to never meet?
Do you get that impression?
Well, listeners. I'm having trouble getting into the studio. Someone must have changed the locks. <smile>
Rex, It seems that way. Also I get the impression, that these two lovers must always separate. Probably something mundane like one works nights and the other works days. Heh! Heh!
Here's an interesting item about books:
Pickings Thin for 2005 Literary Fiction By HILLEL ITALIE, AP National Writer
1 hour, 1 minute ago
NEW YORK - As the fall season approaches, the book world is still searching for this year's great American novel.
"Looking across the landscape, there were supposed to be some literary novels that blew everybody away. But for various reasons, they didn't quite perform," says Jonathan Burnham, vice president and publisher of HarperCollins, which released last year's National Book Award winner, Lily Tuck's "The News From Paraguay."
"I think everyone is still waiting for the book that everyone greets as the big literary book," says John Sterling, president and publisher of Henry Holt. "People thought it would be a strong year for fiction, but it hasn't turned out that way."
With the presidential election over, Sterling and others had expected fiction to reclaim the attention given to topical books. But anticipated novels such as Michael Cunningham's "Specimen Days" and Jonathan Safran Foer's "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close" received mixed reviews at best and the fall doesn't look any better.
Publishers and booksellers struggled to think of a book with the kind of word of mouth that spread last year for Philip Roth's "The Plot Against America" and Marilynne Robinson's "Gilead," which went on to win a Pulitzer Prize. One hope is E.L. Doctorow's "The March," a novel based on Gen. William Tecumseh Sherman's bloody campaign through the South during the Civil War.
"Doctorow's book is possible," Sterling said of the Random House release. "I'm hearing very good advance word on that one. It would be great to see something break through."
But Sessalee Hensley, fiction buyer for Barnes & Noble, Inc., says, "Nothing's going to be `Gilead' this year."
With the public still edgy from war and an uncertain economy, fiction continues to serve more as a means for escaping the world than for engaging it. The big books have been thrillers, such as "The Da Vinci Code" and "The Historian," and the fantasy blockbuster " Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince." Not only have established literary authors disappointed critics, no major new literary voices have emerged.
"I think a lot of editors will tell you that 2004 and 2005 haven't been very good for fiction acquisitions. There weren't a lot of huge auctions or books that publishers got really excited about," says Geoff Shandler, editor in chief of Little, Brown and Co.
"I'm afraid I must agree with that," says HarperCollins' Burnham, who adds that the number of "standout literary debuts have been disappointing." Notes Sterling: "There were no dazzling debuts."
Plenty of fiction should at least sell well, including works from Patricia Cornwell, Sue Grafton, Jennifer Weiner and Candace Bushnell. Courtroom master Scott Turow looks back to World War II in "Ordinary Heroes."
Robert Hicks' "The Confederate Widow," another Civil War novel, could become the year's big fiction debut. Anne Rice's "Christ the Lord" may be the most controversial release, a story about Jesus from an author known for more pagan narratives. The oddest could be the late Marlon Brando's "Fan-Tan," a pirate adventure the actor worked on in the 1970s.
Other fiction includes Salman Rushdie's "Shalimar the Clown," Zadie Smith's "On Beauty" and Nadine Gordimer's "Get a Life."
"There's lots of new titles in the fall, but it's hard to really point to a real blockbuster either in the commercial of literary category," says Michael Spinozzi, executive vice president and chief marketing officer for Borders Group Inc., the superstore chain. "The fall looks thinner than it has in previous years."
In nonfiction, Al Franken is back on the attack with "The Truth (With Jokes)," but otherwise political books will focus more on policy than on personalities. Jonathan Kozol's "Shame of the Nation" denounces racism in public education, while Barbara Ehrenreich endures the job market in "Bait and Switch."
Memoirs will come from the famous and nearly famous. "Dean and Me" is Jerry Lewis' loving portrait of his old partner, Dean Martin. Julie Powell's "Julie & Julia" is the writer's efforts to master the recipes of Julia Child, based on postings from Powell's blog.
No wonder that I have a reader's block.
Just listening to another radio station and became captivated with the following song:
Richard Marx - Now and Forever Lyrics
Whenever I'm weary from the battles that rage
in my head
You make sense of madness when my sanity
hangs by a thread
I lose my way but still you seem to understand
Now and forever
I will be your man
Sometimes I just hold you
Too caught up in me to see
I'm holding a fortune that heaven has given
to me
I'll try to show you each and every way I can
Now and forever
I will be you man
Now I can rest my worries and always be sure
That I won't be alone anymore
If Id only known you were there all the @me
All this time
Until the day the ocean doesn't touch the
sand
Now and forever
I will be your man
Now and forever
I will be your man
Marx has a really soothing voice, and the guitar was so subtle and nice. Anyone else ever heard him?
Parklife
Blur
Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur of what is known as (parklife)
And morning soup can be avoided if you take a route straight through what is known as (parklife)
John's got brewers droop he gets intimidated by the dirty pigeons they love a bit of it (parklife)
Who's that gut lord marching... you should cut down on your porklife mate... get some exercise
(chorus)
All the people
So many people
They all go hand in hand
Hand in hand through their parklife
Know what I mean
I get up when I want except on wednesdays when I get rudely awakened by the dustmen (parklife)
I put my trousers on, have a cup of tea and I think about leaving the house (parklife)
I feed the pigeons I sometimes feed the sparrows too
it gives me a sense of enormous well being (parklife)
And then i'm happy for the rest of the day safe in the knowledge
there will always be a bit of my heart devoted to it (parklife)
(chorus)
Parklife (parklife)
Parklife (parklife)
It's got nothing to do with vorsprung durch technic you know
And it's not about you joggers who go round and round and round
Parklife (parklife)
(chorus x 2)
Hey, Canada. That's an interesting song. "....The habitual voyeur...."
Yes, listeners. I suppose that is exactly what parklife is, isn't it.
Thinking of Jerry and his book about Dean, so let's hear a song from the guy:
Standing On The Corner
Dean Martin
Standing on a corner watching all the girls go by
Standing on a corner watching all the girls go by
Brother you don't know a nicer occupation
Matter of fact, neither do I
Than standing on a corner watching all the girls
Watching all the girls, watching all the girls go by
I'm the cat that got the cream
Haven't got a girl but I can dream
Haven't got a girl but I can wish
So I'll take me down to Main street
And that's where I select my imaginary dish
Standing on a corner watching all the girls go by
Standing on a corner giving all the girls the eye
Brother if you've got a rich imagination
Give it a whirl, give it a try
Try standing on a corner watching all the girls
Watching all the girls, watching all the girls go by
Brother you can't go to jail for what you're thinking
Or for that woo look in your eye
Standing on the corner watching all the girls
Watching all the girls, watching all the girls go by
Bedtime for me now, just waving "Yoo-hoo!" through the window as I pass the reception desk. I see that girl's got her short skirt on again.
Goodnight, McTag, you funny thing.
We all hope you have a good night's sleep and dream of girls in short shorts <smile>
(spoken) Ooh man, dig that crazy chick.
Who wears short shorts
We wear short shorts
They're such short shorts
Mc like short shorts
Who wears short shorts
We wear short shorts
Folks, have you ever heard a more ridiculous song?
how do you wave & pass a desk while typing? that's some multitasking! ;-)
Very simple, yit. It's called a lap top.
Just wanted to let everyone know that Bob of Boston is having trouble with his lap, er make that pc. He'll be back soon.
Back to the Spanish theme:
One Ton Tomato (sung to the music of Guantanamera.)
I'm a simple man earning pesos,
Who works hard beneath the palms
I'm a simple man earning pesos,
Who works hard beneath the palms
But I had to let you all know
About my review of Miracle Grow
One ton tomato,
I grew a one ton tomato,
One ton tomato,
And a two ton potato
I poured on some Miracle Grow
The sun shines down in my garden
I poured on some Miracle Grow
The sun shines down in my garden
But, I can't pour on any more
I can't open the garden door.
One ton tomato,
I grew a one ton tomato,
One ton tomato,
And a two ton potato
We sold our big tomato
To the man from the Olive Garden
We sold our big tomato
To the man from the Olive Garden
I'll be able to educate my sons,
If I can grow another one.
One ton tomato,
I grew a one ton tomato,
One ton tomato,
And a two ton potato
My wife she made French fries,
But she vanished right before supper.
My wife she made French fries,
But she vanished right before supper.
She disappeared with a huge roar,
In the collapse of the kitchen floor.
One ton tomato,
I grew a one ton tomato,
One ton tomato,
And a two ton potato
My kids in the garden played now,
With caterpillars as big as ponies.
My kids in the garden played now,
With caterpillars as big as ponies.
Then we all hid in the 50-foot beans,
When we heard Mothra's sonic screams.
One ton tomato,
I grew a one ton tomato,
One ton tomato,
And a two ton potato
I am writing this review so,
You will use the Miracle Grow.
I am writing this review so,
You will use the Miracle Grow.
You can make the plants grow double,
With the potting soil from Chernobyl.
One ton tomato,
I grew a one ton tomato,
One ton tomato,
And a two ton potato
Greetings, monsieur pussycat. What's that you're hiding behind?Oh, I see; it's a giant tomato. How quaint. <smile>
What's new pussycat?
Tom Jones
What's new pussycat ? Woah, Woah
What's new pussycat ? Wa, Wa
Pussycat, Pussycat
I've got flowers
And lots of hours
To spend with you.
So go and powder your cute little pussycat nose !
Pussycat, Pussycat
I love you
Yes, I do !
You and your pussycat nose !
What's new pussycat ? Woah, Wa
What's new pussycat ? Wa, Wa
Pussycat, Pussycat
You're so thrilling
And Iamb so willing
To care for you.
So go and make up your cute little pussycat face !
Pussycat, Pussycat
I love you
Yes, I do !
You and your pussycat face !
What's new pussycat ? Wa, Wa
What's new pussycat ? Wa, Wa
Pussycat, Pussycat
You're delicious
And if my wishes
Can all come true
I'll soon be kissing your sweet little pussycat lips !
Pussycat, Pussycat
I love you
Yes, I do !
You and your pussycat lips !
You and your pussycat eyes !
You and your pussycat nose !
Hey, bermbits. Funny song. Somehow, though, it's doesn't look Spanish.
Sing it with an accent...
In a similar vein (large fruits...work with me here):
A farmer in ancient Rome was known far and wide for his berry growing abilities. One year in particular he grew an altogether wonderful specimen, it was the largest, most beautiful berry that ever was grown. People came from far and wide to admire the berry and sing it's praises.
The powers that be became jealous of the berry; they wanted to have the berry all to themselves. They didn't want to share the berry with anyone else. They sent soldiers to steal the berry.
When the soldiers knocked upon the farmers door, the farmer told them he was done showing the berry for the day, he was sitting down to dinner. The soldiers said, "Silly Farmer, we have come to sieze your berry, not to praise it".
Short Shorts bears the distinction of being one of the few hit songs produced by the song poem companies, such as were always found advertised in the back pages of magazines. Send us your song poems for free evaluation. Then, for money, a lead sheet and demo record were sent to the gullible author.
I know of a few other such songs, but their titles don't come readily to mind.
bermbits, that is a groaner
But don't we love it, listeners? I declare, we need a little levity on our station occasionally.
My, word, edgar. I didn't know that. Are you surprised?
Perhaps we should start a promo here on our radio that says:
Last chance to send your dollar to WA2K radio. We may all be surprised at the money we make.
bennet cerf wrote a book entitled, truly atrocious puns
a group of space travellers find them selves stranded on a strange planet, inhabited by a race of people they come to call the furries, they are led to a large building and escorted inside, the locals attempt to explain that they are being taken to the queen, but the astronauts don't understand, they are led into a large room, and perched on a throne is by far the most beautiful furry they have yet laid eyes on, the most striking thing about her is the large hypodermic needle that grows from the top of her head.
one astronaut queries, "who is she?"
the captain of the expidition exclaims, " it's obvious, she's the pretty little furry with the syringe on top"
dj, dear. Is there anything of which you are not aware? I am now trying to remember the man who was king of the puns. His friends locked him in a closet and told him that he could not come out until he did a pun, upon which he said:
O pun the door.
ah, listeners. I just recalled a friend of mine who referred to a damsel in distress as "a damson in a dress".
How about a little nocturnal music, folks.
The night will fall (into doubting lines)
into pieces (the shards will break)
of struggle and faith (this cannot be me)
And I will lose (control of him)
All my own voice (they hate me still)
to me.(I'm yelling in circles)
Don't ask me who wrote that, because I do not know. It's one of those things that we come across while thinking.
and let that be my goodnight song, my friends:
From Letty with love
