Hola família, una setmana més puntual s'arriba a la Ruta 66. Un espai radiofònic de rock i country amb novetats discogràfiques i els éxits d'ahir, d'avui i de sempre. Un programa que porta 17 anys d'història. Gràcies a les 60 emissores que passeu cada setmana a aquest espai radiofònic. Benvinguts, sóc en Pito de Santos.
I ara, si esteu preparats, comencem amb noves propostes. Vinga, endavant, som-hi!
There you see, there you ponder over, cleaning thoughts in the fall of day. You repeat, losing all your power, a high price to pay. Move inside to the heart of tempest, silence is what you will find. Be the bloom and dare to open to the sun alive.
Fins demà!
Bona nit!
Fins demà!
Cosmic and Brains és el títol d'aquest track inclòs en el nou àlbum dels seus tracks Eden Bridge. Una banda de symphonic metal que va néixer a la ciutat de Lins ara fa 28 anys. Set the Dark on Fire és el vuitè àlbum d'ells. Sabina Edelsbacher és la vocalista. Anem per una més dels Eden Bridge. Where the Wild Things Are.
Far, deep into holy land Wild horses moving in graves Coast to coast, over the sand Untamed and keeping the pace And in ruts on the back of Plastine The winds rumbling her flooring hair Hava guiar is her only green The alamats deep
Bona nit.
Fins demà!
The world is turning upside down. The power of the earth, she's a star. She dares to speak it out. And tell who that's all about. A leaves arising where the world things start.
There is a deep bond rising. All is one, one is all. She is the one devising. She is the clear and calm.
Fins demà!
Nobody on the road, nobody on the beach. I feel it in the air, the sun is out of reach. Empty lake, empty streets, the sun goes down alone.
Fins demà!
Bona nit.
Fins demà!
Bona nit.
Boys of Summer és una cançó original de Don Hailey dels Seagulls de l'any 84. I aquesta és la versió que fa la banda de South Rock, Six Guns Sully, set músics de Pittsburgh, Pensilvània, que tenen cançons pròpies, però que els agrada fer covers de grans hits de la música americana, com aquest del 1980 de The Rabbit, titulat Driving My Life Away. Well, the midnight headlight blind you on a rainy night, steep grade up ahead, slow me down, make it no time.
But I gotta keep on rolling With those windshield wipers Slapping out of tempo Keep a perfect rhythm with the song On the radio But I gotta keep on rolling Ooh, I'm calling my life away Looking for a better way
Looking for a sunny day. That truck stop cutie coming on to me. Tried to talk me into a ride, said I wouldn't be sorry. But she was just a baby. Well hey waitress, pour me another cup of coffee. Pop me down, jack me up, shoot me out. Flying down the highway. Looking for the morning.
Looking for a better way For me I'm driving my life away Looking for a sunny day Well I'm driving my life over
Oh, I'm drowning my life away Looking for a better way For me Oh, I'm drowning my life away Looking for a sunny day
Ruta 66. Ruta 66.
When my money's all gone, I'm on the telephone Singing, hey, hey, mama, can your daddy come home? Well, now I'm living wild and dangerously I've got to live on for me The moon comes up and the sun goes down I can't wait to see the light come down Cause I'm a honky-tonk man And I can't seem to stop
I love to give the girls a word to the music of an old goodbye. And when my money's all gone, I'm on the telephone. Singing, hey, hey, mama, can your daddy come home?
Bona nit.
Now a pretty little girl and a jug of wine Well, that's what it takes to make a honky-tonk time A jukebox on and those honky-tonk sounds Well, I can't wait to leave my money down Cause I'm a honky-tonk man And I can't seem to stop Love to give the girls a word To the music of another jukebox
When my money's all gone, I'm on the telephone Singing, hey, hey, mama, can you daddy come home? I'm a honky don't mind And I can't seem to stop Let's give the girls a whirl To the music of an old Dubai When my money's all gone, I'm on the telephone Singing, hey, hey, mama, can you daddy come home?
Honky Tonk Man és el primer single a la carrera discogràfica del nostre idolatrat Dwight Joacham, inclòs en el seu àlbum de debut de l'any 86. Doncs sí, aquesta setmana fa exactament 40 anys que es va editar el disc que s'anomena com aquest track també inclòs, Guitars Cadillacs.
Girl, you taught me how to hurt real bad And cry myself to sleep Showed me how this town shattered dreams Another lesson about a naive fool Who came to Babylon Found out that the pie don't taste so sweet
Bona nit.
Fins demà!
Bona nit.
Bona nit.
Ruta 66. Èxits. Música d'ahir, d'avui i de sempre. So you're a little bit older and a lot less bolder than you used to be.
Fins demà!
Bona nit.
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
Rock'n'Roll Never Forgets, ell és Bob Seger. Continuem recordant grans àlbums de la història del rock. El rocker de Troida editava l'any 76 Night Moves, el seu nouèl àlbum d'estudi, disc multipletí als Estats Units i Canadà. Nou cançons històriques, potser la més destacable, aquesta, Main Street.
I remember standing on the corner at midnight Trying to get my courage up There was this long lovely dancing little club downtown Loved to watch her do her stuff Through the long lonely nights
Don't you feel my sleep? My body softly swaying to that smoky beat Down on Main Street Down on Main Street In the pool halls the hustlers and the losers
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
Sometimes even now when I'm feeling lonely I drift back in time and I find my feet down on Main Street
Ara fa 50 anys que Bob Seger, un dels grans músics dels Estats Units i del món, editava un altre àlbum exitós. Tot seguit la cançó que donà títol a tot aquest treball, Nike Moves.
I was a little too tall, could have used a few pounds Tight pants, points, hollering out She was a black hat beauty with big dark eyes And points all her own, setting way up high
Working on our night moves. Trying to make some front page driving news. Working on our night moves.
In the summertime In the sweet summertime We weren't in love, oh no far from it We weren't searchin' for some high in the sky, some We were just young and restless and bored
Bona nit.
Felt the lightning
I woke last night to the sound of thunder How far off I sat and wondered Started humming a song from 1962 In a funny how the night moves When you just don't seem to have as much to lose Strange how the night moves
With autumn closin' in. Night moves.
Bona nit.
Waking and practicing all of the nightmares. Nightmares. Oh, I remember. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I remember. Ooh, I remember. Lord, I remember. Lord, I remember.
Ruta 66, l'artista de la setmana.
Heading out on some uncharged pack You soon turn back It happens time and time again You never seem to reach the end Someone's out there on the street tonight When things go wrong You'll guarantee to make them right If the price is right Every time I look you're falling, falling
Every time I turn around and you stay
You never bleed, you never feel the need Everybody casts a certain light, a special gift It's theirs to use for the right
But you face the night More and more we choose the easy way We take no risks We figure out which games to play And how to make them pay Suddenly the pressure's falling, falling The skies have all turned gray Suddenly the storm is heading straight your way
Fins demà!
Bona nit!
American Storm, un altre hit de Bob Seger, concretament de l'any 1986. Me'n recordo perfectament quan va arribar aquest single a l'emissora, quan jo començava de jovenet, i el punxava molt sovint. Deixia fa 40 anys. El 13è àlbum d'estudi de Bob Seger s'anomena com aquest track, Like a Rock.
Stood there boldly Sweating in the sun Felt like a million Felt like number one The height of summer I'd never felt that strong Like a rock I was eighteen Didn't have a care
Workin' for peanuts Not a dime to spare But I was leanin' Solid everywhere Like a rock My hands were steady My eyes were clear and bright My walk had purpose My steps were quick and light
I held firm to what I felt was right Like a rock Like a rock I was strong as I could be Like a rock Nothing ever got to me Like a rock I was something to see Like a rock
And I stood arrow straight, unencumbered by the weight of all these hustlers and their schemes. I stood proud, I stood tall, high above it all. I still believed in my dreams.
Twenty years now, where they gone Twenty years, I don't know I sit and I wonder sometimes Where they've gone And sometimes late at night
Oh, when I'm bathing the firelight The moon comes calling a ghostly way And I recall I recall Like a rock Standing arrow straight Like a rock Charging from the gate Like a rock
Fins demà!
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Echos rise like tides unseen.
Fins demà!
Celestial Currents és un dels tracks que forma part de l'àlbum de debut dels Temporal Luminants, un grup de rock progressiu emergent d'Anglaterra. El disc porta per títol In the Garden of Time. Doncs bé, amics, fins aquí l'espai d'avui. Tanquem el programa amb una més dels Temporal Luminants. Amb la cançó Winds of Time marxem. La ruta 66 tornarà d'aquí a 7 dies en aquest mateix punt del diàl. Una cordial salutació. Soc en Pitu de Santos. Siau!
Gràcies.
A symphony we can't conceive, yet here I stand, I stand.
Fins demà!
Trace the air so thin A melody on glowing skin The stars they hum and pull
que vius en dubtes. Penses i repenses que no ho pots fer. Mira la flor de la melet floreix una vegada cada hivern. Mira la taulada de la casa
Passi el que passi, ella aguanta, i tu també. Clar, tu ho pots fer, pas a pas, i jo què sé? La que ho saps, i si ho saps, tu podràs almenys, ho podràs intentar.
Pullar el que diu en tots els llibres, estira'm, estira'm, perquè a vegades me peix, i si teneix, i si teneix, pots ensamplar un samalet, aquest i van, pots ensamplar un samalet, pots ensamplar un samalet, pots ensamplar un samalet, pots ensamplar un samalet, ye, ye, ye, ye, ye, ye, ye.
No som d'aquest estil. Aixat la pobla, la meva terra mil. No volen quillos, no som d'aquest estil.
Aquesta me'l fa i tot sola a dins un jumper, perquè sàpigues que sóc valent i no un estorbeder, que és això de que som espanyols i no mallorquins, aquí volum de tots fins i tot marroquins. Jo sóc de religió musulmana, així que no puc menjar sobressada, encimada ni empanatge. Jo sóc un membre d'esclaviment en silla, això es posi a predicativa i això val per cada quilla. Si penses que deixaré de fer terme de tu a l'institut, estàs equivocada, no només sóc jo, és tota la joventut. I què vols que hi faci? Això és una puta idea rural.
sé només quan faig rap de música instrumental anar a sembrar patates i recol i faves a marxal els meus pobles ja són ben tradicionals ja sóc els dimoni ja sabeu els que pegarà foc per si són cantoni
Com diu el Juli, i sinó segures planes. Rap o bret, no volen cap de faves. Tu ja saps lo que dic i me record com arrepiques a sora. Tienes palia! Jo te dic que tenc un puton que va per fer-te mal. Deixas el rap rural, pal d'oli i tomàtic amb un poc de sal. Piment o no, preu el covent, pica-pica-es per dalt. Els meus rates cal descul, admiquiu.
La convivència entre dues dimensions, la nostàlgia dels clàssics i l'emoció de les noves veus.