What are you listening to?

In honour of the 50th anniversary of the release of "Live and Let Die" (June 1st, 1973);

Paul McCartney & Wings - "Live And Let Die"​


When you were young and your heart was an open book
You used to say live and let live
(You know you did, you know you did, you know you did)
But if this ever changing world in which we're living
Makes you give in and cry

Say live and let die
(Live and let die)
Live and let die, let it die
(Live and let die)

What does it matter to you?
When you got a job to do
You gotta do it well
You got to give the other fellow hell

You used to say live and let live
(You know you did, you know you did, you know you did)
But if this ever changing world in which we're living
Makes you give in and cry

Say live and let die
(Live and let die)
Yeah, live and let die, let it die
(Live and let die)
 
Robert Plant and his Sensational Space Shifters. An intimate gig from 2014. Great percussion and subtle guitar rather than big solos.

 
They sing the pain in a marvelous beauty.

I put here the words of this extraordinary song.

¿Qué no daría yo por empezar de nuevo?
A pasear por la arena de una playa blanca
¿Qué no daría yo por escuchar de nuevo?
Esta niña que llega tarde a casa
Y escuchar ese grito de mi madre
Pregonando mi nombre en la ventana
Mientras yo deshojaba primavera
Por la calle mayor y por la plaza
¿Qué no daría yo por escaparme?
A un cine de verano donde alguien
Me daba el primer beso de amor
¿Qué no daría yo por una tarde?
Sentada junto a él en ese parque
Mirando cómo se moría el sol
Y oyendo el suspiro del mar
¿Qué no daría yo por empezar de nuevo?
Para contar estrellas desde mi ventana
Vestirme de faralaes y pasear la feria
Hasta sentir el beso de la madrugada
Volar a los brazos de mi padre
Y descubrir el brillo en su mirada
Para luego alejarme lentamente
A un tabla'o a bailar por sevillanas
¿Qué no daría yo por escaparme?
A un cine de verano donde alguien
Me daba el primer beso de amor
¿Qué no daría yo por una tarde?
Sentada junto a él en ese parque
Mirando cómo se moría el sol
Y oyendo el suspiro del mar

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What I wouldn't give to start all over again?

To stroll along the sand of a white beach

What wouldn't I give to listen again?

This little girl who comes home late

And hear that cry of my mother

Calling out my name at the window

While I'm leafing out spring

On the high street and in the square

What wouldn't I give to escape?

To a summer cinema where someone

I'd give my first kiss of love

What wouldn't I give for an afternoon?

Sitting next to him in that park

Watching the sun die

And hearing the sea sigh

What wouldn't I give to start again?

To count stars from my window

To dress up in faralaes and walk the fair

To feel the kiss of dawn

To fly into my father's arms

And discover the brightness in his eyes

And then slowly drift away

To a tabla'o to dance the sevillanas

What wouldn't I give to escape?

To a summer cinema where someone

I'd give my first kiss of love

What wouldn't I give for an afternoon?

Sitting next to him in that park

Watching the sun die

And hearing the sigh of the sea
 
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