We've been in the rain
We've been on the mountain
We've been round the fire

In fancy hotels
Drank water from farm wells
We sang with the choir

I kissed your dry lips
We jumped off the high cliffs
And splashed down below

Skin to skin
In the salty river
Made love in the shadow
Woooah ooh

Read books to each other
Read the mind of the other
Flew one thousand jets

We laughed and we cried
At movies and real life
And our ridiculous bets

We danced in the moonlight at midnight
We pressed against back doors and wooden floors
And you never faked it

And frequently
We ignored our love
But we could never mistake it
Oooh ooh

We met on the front porch
Fell in love on the phone
Without the physical wreck

You gave me the necklace
That used to hang
Around your mothers neck

We questioned religions
Fed bread to the pigeons
We learned how to pray

We stood by the ocean
Turned our hearts in to one
We laid in bed all day
Heeey

We skipped on the sidewalk
Skipped stones on the water
We skipped town

We've seen the sunrise with new eyes
We've seen the damage of gossip and true lies
We've seen the sun go down

Had passionate makeouts
And passionate freakouts
We built this world of our own

It was in the back of a taxi
When you told me you loved me
And that I wasnt alone

Won't you let me walk you home from school?
Won't you let me meet you at the pool?
Maybe Friday I can
Get tickets for the dance
And I'll take you.

Won't you tell your dad, Get off my back?
Tell him what we said 'bout Paint It Black.
Rock 'n Roll is here to stay
Come inside where it's okay
And I'll shake you.

Won't you tell me what you're thinking of?
Would you be an outlaw for my love?
If it's so, well, let me know
If it's no, well, I can go
I won't make you.

Choose life

We all can lean on figures and crutches
It's such an easy thing to do when you're so unaware
We all can change our tegument's function
Replace the outer shell with something more neoteric
We all can lean on figures and crutches
A busy wife-child losing all her selfish memory
Will only lean on figures and crutches
Become a child and plastic surgeon

Let her go
Yelled the occupied pharaohs
A lucky soul
Who just so happened to break out

She took the corner way
And in the event of that the normal result should fail...

If you won't blink at me, I'm coming
If you want to be something new, I'm coming
If you won't blink at me, I'm coming
And I won't breathe at all
Until you blink at me, I'm coming
If you want to be something new, I'm coming
If you won't blink at me, I'm coming
And I won't breathe until

We all can lean on figures and crutches
The politburos will expect their free lunches
And all the prison guards rely on their hunches
But we're assured of the existence of a better way:
We all can lean on figures and crutches
Replace our hearts

And if you won't blink at me, I'm coming
If you want to be something new, I'm coming
If you won't blink at me, I'm coming
And I won't breathe at all
Until you blink at me, I'm coming
If you want to be something new, I'm coming
If you won't blink at me, I'm coming
And I won't breathe until
You're strolling down the pavement

If you won't blink at me, I'm coming
If you want to be something new, I'm coming
If you won't blink at me, I'm coming
And I won't breathe at all
Until you blink at me, I'm coming
If you want to be something new, I'm coming
If you won't blink at me, I'm coming
And I won't breathe at all

Won't you let me walk you home from school
Won't you let me meet you at the pool
Maybe Friday I can
Get tickets for the dance
And I'll take you

Won't you tell your dad, "Get off my back"
Tell him what we said about "Paint It, Black"
Rock 'n Roll is here to stay
Come inside where it's okay
And I'll shake you.

Won't you tell me what you're thinking of.
Would you be an outlaw for my love
If it's so, well, let me know
If it's "no," well, I can go.
I won't make you.

The Palladium, NYC
October 27, late show, and October 31, 1978

FZ--lead guitar/vocal
Shankar--electric violin
Denny Walley--slide guitar/vocals
Tommy Mars--keyboards/vocals
Peter Wolf--keyboards
Ed Mann--percussion
Arthur Barrow--bass
Patrick O'Hearn--bass
Vinnie Colaiuta--drums

FZ: Now this little, this little number is in thirteen. It's subdivided 5/8 and 4/4 if you wanna clap your hands.

1-2, 1-2-3, 1, 2, 3, 4
1-2, 1-2-3, 1, 2, 3, 4
1-2, 1-2-3, 1, 2, 3, 4
1-2, 1-2-3, 1, 2, 3, 4

Pretty Good.

Won't you let me walk you home from school?
Won't you let me meet you at the pool?
Maybe Friday I can
Get tickets for the dance
And I'll take you
Oh, oh, oh

Won't you tell your dad to get off my back?
Tell him what we said about Paint It Black
Rock and roll is here to stay
Come inside now, it's ok
And I'll shake you
Oh, oh, oh

Won't you tell me what you're thinking of?
Would you be an outlaw for my love?
If it's so then let me know
If it's no then I can go
And I won't make you
Oh, oh, oh

Bad luck wind been blowing at my back
I was born to bring trouble to wherever
I'm at Got the number thirteen tattooed on my neck
When the ink starts to itch, then the black will turn to red

I was born in the soul of misery
Never had me a name
They just gave me the number when I was young

Got a long line of heartache
I carry it well
The list of lives
I've broken reach from here to hell
Back luck been blowing at my back
I pray you don't look at me, I pray I don't look back

I was born in the soul of misery
Never had me a name
They just gave me the number when I was young

I was born in the soul of misery
Never had me a name
They just gave me the number when I was young
They just gave me the number when I was young

Dentro de la producción del célebre compositor Johan Sebastian Mastropiero, los títulos de sus obras merecen un capítulo especial. Muchas veces están inspirados en conocidos títulos de otros compositores como por ejemplo su séptima sinfonía La Patética. En rigor, el calificativo patética debería aplicarse a toda su producción. También han pasado a la historia otras sinfonías de Mastropiero con apelativos más familiares, como por ejemplo: La Sinfonía Improvisada, La Imperfecta, El Mamarracho y La Asquerosa.

Mastropiero tuvo una vida erótica tumultuosa que también se refleja en el nombre con que se conocen sus sinfonías, así tenemos por orden: la número 3: La Fogosa, la número 15: La Reflexiva, y la número 16 La Inconclusa. Por último, su sinfonía número 17 en Fa Mayor La Impotente.

Tampoco debemos olvidar su ópera Non vonglio manjare no, no....e no! subtitulada Capricho Italiano; o su famoso ballet Las Sílfides y como prevenirlas. Pero uno de sus títulos más curiosos es el de la obra que escucharemos a continuación: De cómo la princesa Gulevunda de Rochester se burló de su enamorado Robi de la Pormantier, en complicidad con su paje (el paje de ella) y de cómo despreció sus instrumentos musicales uno a uno. Empate.

Escuchemos pues esta deliciosa partitura de Mastropiero.

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PAJE:
Entrégase enamorado
a cantar su serenata
la princesa lo ha hechizado
con sus cabellos de plata

ENAMORADO:
Te amo, te amo
Y tu amor reclamo

PRINCESA:
No se ofenda si le cuento
que mi gran Duque Juan Cardoso
utiliza un instrumento
francamente más grandioso

ENAMORADO:
Te amo, te amo
Y tu amor reclamo

PRINCESA:
Pero Cardoso me mata
con su físico de atleta
cuando me da serenata
mientras anda en bicicleta

ENAMORADO:
Te amo, te amo
Y tu amor reclamo enérgicamente

PRINCESA:
Cardoso es casi perfecto
y enamora como pocos
cuando toca su instrumento
hecho con catorce cocos

ENAMORADO:
Te amo, te amo
Y mi amor es más grande que el de Cardoso

PRINCESA:
Cardoso logra al momento
que mi corazón se ablande
cuando toca su instrumento
verdaderamente grande

ENAMORADO:
Te amo te amo te amo
Te amo te amo te amo
Y tu amor exijo de inmediato

PRINCESA:
Es posible que algún día
a Cardoso habré olvidado

PAJE:
Pero ahora, antes de irse
déjenos todo ordenado

ENAMORADO:
Pero al final ¿Por qué no se casó con Cardoso?

PRINCESA:
Cardoso es casi perfecto
y lo ves y ya lo quieres

PAJE:
pero tiene un gran defecto
no le gustan las mujeres

ENAMORADO:
Veo que Cardoso tiene
algo que la enamoró
y si a usted no le conviene
¡con Cardoso me quedo yo!.

In a church by the face
He talks about the people going under
Only child know
A man decides after seventy years
That what he goes there for
Is to unlock the door
While those around him criticize and sleep
And through a fractal on that breaking wall
I see you my friend and touch your face again
Miracles will happen as we trip
But we're never gonna survive unless
We get a little crazy
No we're never gonna survive unless
We are a little
Cray cray crazy
Crazy are the people walking through my head
One of thems got a gun to shoot the other one
And yet together they were friends at school
Get it, get it, get it, yeah!
If all were there when we first took the pill
Then maybe then maybe then maybe then maybe
Miracles will happen as we speak
But we're never gonna survive unless
We get a little crazy
No we're never gonna survive unless
We are a little
Crazy
No no we'll never survive unless we get a little bit
A man decides to go along after seventy years
Oh darlin
In a sky full of people only some want to fly
Isn't that crazy
In a world full of people only some want to fly
Isn't that crazy
Crazy
In a heaven of people there's only some want to fly
Ain't that crazy
Oh babe Oh darlin'
In a world full of people there's only some want to fly
Isn't that crazy
Isn't that crazy Isn't that crazy Isn't that crazy
Ohh
But we're never gonna survive unless we get a little crazy crazy
No we're never gonna to survive unless we are a little crazy
But we're never gonna survive unless we get a little crazy crazy
No we're never gonna to survive unless we are a little crazy
No no never survive unless we get a little bit
And then you see things
The size of which you've never known before
They'll break it
Someday
Only child know
Them things
The size
Of which you've never known before
Someday

Bad luck wind been blowin' on my back
I was born to bring trouble wherever I'm at
Got a number '13' tattooed on my neck
That ink starts to itch
Black gon' turn to red

I was born in the soul of misery
And I never had me a name
They just give me a number when I was young

Got a long line of heartache
I carry it well
The list of lives I've broken
Reach from here to Hell
And a bad luck wind been blowin' on my back
Pray you don't look at me
And I pray I don't look back

I was born in the soul of misery
And I never had me a name
They just give me a number when I was young

Found me with a preacherman confessin' all I done
Catch me with the devil playing 21
And a bad luck wind been blowin' on my back
I was born to bring trouble wherever I'm at

I was born in the soul of misery
And I never had me a name
They just give me a number when I was young
When I was young
When I was young
When I was young

won't you let me walk you home from school?
won't you let me meet you at the pool?
maybe friday i can,
get tickets for the dance,
and i'll take you,
ooo ooo ooo.

won't you tell your dad get off my back?
tell him what we said 'bout paint It black,
rock and roll is here to stay,
come inside now it's ok,
and i'll shake you,
ooo ooo ooo.

won't you tell me what you're thinking of?
would you be an outlaw for my love?
if it's so then let me know,
if it's no then i can go,
and i won't make you,
ooo ooo ooo

(Big Star)

Won't you let me walk you home from school
Won't you let me meet you at the pool
Maybe Friday I can
Get tickets for the dance
And I'll take you

Won't you tell your dad, "Get off my back"
Tell him what we said about "Paint It, Black"
Rock 'n Roll is here to stay
Come inside where it's okay
And I'll shake you.

Won't you tell me what you're thinking of.
Would you be an outlaw for my love
If it's so, well, let me know
If it's "no" well, I can go.
I won't make you.

Bad luck wind been blowing at my back
I was born to bring trouble to wherever
I'm at Got the number thirteen tattooed on my neck
When the ink starts to itch, then the black will turn to red

I was born in the soul of misery
Never had me a name
They just gave me the number when I was young

Got a long line of heartache
I carry it well
The list of lives
I've broken reach from here to hell
Back luck been blowing at my back
I pray you don't look at me, I pray I don't look back

I was born in the soul of misery
Never had me a name
They just gave me the number when I was young

I was born in the soul of misery
Never had me a name
They just gave me the number when I was young
They just gave me the number when I was young

Pull me out... pull me out...
can't you stop this all from happening?
Close the doors and keep them out.

Dig me out... Oh, dig me out...
couldn't you have kept this all from happening?
Dig me out from under our house.