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Séptima entrega dedicada esta vez al grupo Toy Dolls

Comenzaremos por The Final Countdown del grupo Europe :



We're leaving together,
But still it's farewell
And maybe we'll come back,
To earth, who can tell ?
I guess there is no one to blame
We're leaving ground
Will things ever be the same again?

It's the final countdown...

We're heading for Venus and still we stand tall
Cause maybe they've seen us and welcome us all
With so many light years to go and things to be found
I'm sure that we'll all miss her so.



Blue suede shoes original de Carl Perkins e interpretada tambíen por Elvis :



Well, it's one for the money,
Two for the show,
Three to get ready,
Now go, cat, go.

But don't you step on my blue suede shoes.
You can do anything but lay off of my Blue suede shoes.

Well, you can knock me down,
Step in my face,
Slander my name
All over the place.

Do anything that you want to do, but uh-uh,
Honey, lay off of my shoes
Don't you step on my Blue suede shoes.
You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes.

You can burn my house,
Steal my car,
Drink my liquor
From an old fruitjar.

Do anything that you want to do, but uh-uh,
Honey, lay off of my shoes
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes.
You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes.



Olga y los suyos como buen teatreros que son, en sus conciertos les suele dar por el cine.En esta ocasión presentan a su manera una escena de la película "Deliverance" :





Un espacio para la más tierna infancia con Nellie the Elephant :



To Bombay a travelling circus came
They brought an intelligent elephant
and Nellie was her name

One dark night she slipped her iron chain,
and off she ran to Hindustan
and was never seen again

oooooooooooooooooo...

[Chorus:]
Nellie the elephant packed her trunk
and said goodbye to the circus
off she rode with a trumpety trump
trump trump trump
Nellie the elephant packed her trunk
and trundled off to the jungle
off she rode with a trumpety trump
trump trump trump

Night by night she danced to the circus band
When Nellie was leading the big parade
she looked so proud and grand

No more tricks for Nellie to perform
They taught her how to take a bow
and she took the crowd by storm

oooooooooooooooooo...

[Chorus x2]

The head of the heard was calling far far away
they met one night in silver light
on the road to Mandalay

oooooooooooooooooo...



I´m gonna be 500 milles original de The Proclimers :



When I wake up yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you
When I go out yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you

If I get drunk yes I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you
And if I haver yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you

[Chorus:]
But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked 1,000 miles
To fall down at your door

When I'm working yes I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's working hard for you
And when the money comes in for the work I'll do
I'll pass almost every penny on to you

When I come home yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you
And if I grow old well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you

When I'm lonely yes I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's lonely without you
When I'm dreaming yes I know I'm gonna dream
Dream about the time when I'm with you



Y para terminar Livin´ la vida loca de Ricky Martin, si quieren ver el vídeo de Ricky, se lo buscan ustedes:

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Sexta entrega de los post dedicados a versiones. En este capítulo nos centraremos en los rolling stones. En su origen era un grupo que se dedicaba ha hacer versiones de viejos clásicos de blues americano, hasta que su manager Mr Oldham, encerró a Jagger y a Richards en una cocina para escribir temas, creando aquella noche "As teard goes by" y otros:

Para empezar una versión de los primeros temas escritos por los Glimmer Twins, Tell me:



I want you back again
i want your love again
i know you find it hard to reason with me
but this time it's different, darling you'll see
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me
you gotta tell me you're coming back to me
you gotta tell me you're coming back to me
you gotta tell me you're coming back to me
You said we're through before
you walked out on me before
i tried to tell you, but you didn't want to know
this time you're different and determined to go
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me
you gotta tell me you're coming back to me
you gotta tell me you're coming back to me
you gotta tell me you're coming back to me
I wait as the days go by
i long for thenights to go by
i hear the knock on my door that never comes
i hear the telephone that hasn't rung
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me
you gotta tell me you're coming back to me
you gotta tell me you're coming back to me
you gotta tell me you're coming back to me

Allá por finales de los 70, Dead Boys realizó su versión :

Hacia finales del 69 crean Gimme Shelter :



Ooh, a storm is threatening my very life today
if i don't get some shelter, oh yeah i'm gonna fade away
war, children, it's just a shot away, it's just a shot away
war, children, it's just a shot away, it's just a shot away
ooh, see the fire is sweepin, our very streets today
burns like a red coal carpet, mad bull lost its way
rape, murder, it's just a shot away, it's just a shot away
rape, murder, it's just a shot away, it's just a shot away
rape, murder, it's just a shot away, it's just a shot away
mmm, the flood is threatening, my very life today
gimme, gimme shelter, or i'm gonna fade away
war, children, it's just a shot away, it's just a shot away
it's just a shot away, it's just a thaught away, it's just a shot away
i said, love, sister, it's just a kiss away, it's just a kiss away
it's just a kiss away, it's just a kiss away, kiss away, kiss away, yeah

The Hellacopters en 1997 :



El siguiente single del 68, Junping Jack Flash, la canción preferida de los stones de Keith Richards:



Watch it
i was born in a crossfire hurricane
and i howled at my ma in the drivin' rain
but it's all right now
in fact it's a gas
but it's all right
i'm jumpin' jack flash
it's a gas, gas, gas
I was raised by a toothless bearded hag
i was schooled with a strap right across my back
but it's all right now
in fact it's a gas
but it's all right
jumpin' jack flash it's a gas, gas, gas, gas
I was drowned, i was washed up and left for dead
i fell down to my feet and i saw they bled
i frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread
i was crowned with a spike right through my head
but it's all right
in fact it's a gas
but it's all right
i'm jumpin' jack flash, it's a gas, gas, gas
jumpin' jack flash, it's a gas
jumpin' jack flash, it's a gas
jumpin' jack flash, it's a gas

Motorhead de su disco Bastards :



De su disco Aftermath de 1966, Out ot time :



You don't know what's going on
You've been away for far too long
You can't come back and think you are still mine
You're out of touch, my baby
My poor discarded baby
I said, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time

Well, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
I said, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
You are all left out
Out of there without a doubt
'Cause baby, baby, baby, you're out of time

You thought you were a clever girl
Giving up your social whirl
But you can't come back and be
the first in line, on no
You're obsolete my baby
My poor old-fashioned baby
I said baby, baby, baby you're out of time

Well, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
I said, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
Yes, you are left out
Out of there without a doubt
'Cause baby, baby, baby, you're out of time

Los Ramones en 1993, la incluyeron en su disco de versiones "Acid Eaters" :



De 1968 la samba-rock Simpathy for the devil, en esta ocasión en directo desde Altamont:



Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith

And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain

I rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
(woo woo, woo woo)

I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
(woo woo, woo woo)

I shouted out,
Who killed the Kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
(who who, who who)

Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
(woo woo, who who)

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
(who who)
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
(who who, who who)

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
(woo woo, who who)

Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
(who who, who who)

So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
(woo woo)
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
(woo woo, woo woo)

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
(who who)
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
(woo woo, woo woo)

Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
(woo woo)

Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what's my name
I tell you one time, you're to blame

Oh, who
woo, woo
Woo, who
Woo, woo
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Oh, yeah

What's my name
Tell me, baby, what's my name
Tell me, sweetie, what's my name

Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Oh, yeah
Woo woo
Woo woo

Los Guns and Roses para la banda sonora de Entrevista con el vampiro :

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En este nuevo capítulo repasaremos versiones que incluyeron en su repertorio, el grupo irunés Kortatu:

En primer lugar, el tema Jimmy Jazz original de The Clash:



The police walked in for Jimmy Jazz
I said, he ain't here, but he sure went past
Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Jazz

Sattamassagana for Jimmy Dread
Cut off his ears and chop off his head
Police came looking for Jimmy Jazz

So if you're gonna take a message 'cross this town
Maybe put it down somewhere over the other side
See it gets to Jimmy Jazz

Don't you bother me, not anymore
I can't take this tale, oh, no more
It's all around, Jimmy Jazz

J-a-zee zee J-a-zed zed
J-a-zed zed Jimmy Jazz
And then it sucks, he said, suck that!
So go look all around, you can try your luck, brother
ANd see what you found
But I guarantee that it ain't your day
Chop! Chop!



Para su tema mierda de ciudad, revisionaron un clásico de la mítica banda OI! británica The Business:



Half past 5 I'm in the pub
Six O'clock it's home for grub
Eight O'clock I'm back to the bar
Sod the walk I'll take the car

[Chorus:]
Knock it back
Have another one
Drinking and driving is so much fun

In the motor off you go
Not too fast and not too slow
Keep your head and keep your cool
Must avoid that rightful pull
As you meander down the road
Don't forget your highway code
See the spot and take your pick
Out of the car to be sick!.....



Hay algo aquí que va mal, es una visión propia del tema Doesn´t make it allright de The Specials:



Just because you're nobody
It doesn't mean that you're no good
Just because there's a reason
It doesn't mean it's understood

It doesn't make it alright
It doesn't make it alright
It's the worst excuse in the world
And it, it doesn't make it alright

Some people think they're really clever
To smash your head against the wall
Then they say "you got it my way"
They really think they know it all

It doesn't make it alright
It doesn't make it alright
It's the worst excuse in the world
And it, it doesn't make it alright

Just because you're a black boy
Just because you're a white
It doesn't mean you've got to hate him
It doesn't mean you've got to fight

It doesn't make it alright
It doesn't make it alright
It's the worst excuse in the world
And it, it doesn't make it alright

Just because you're nobody



Y para Sarri,Sarri, se fijaron en Toots and the Maytals, para narrar a ritmo de ska una famosa fuga carcelaria tras un concierto del cantautor Imanol:



I told you a little secret that you should not tell no one
Why'd you talk? Why'd you talk?
I told you a little secret that you should not tell no one
And you talk...you talk, you talk

I said
You Chatty Chatty (x3)
I said you chatty chatty (x3)
I said you chatty chatty (x3) too much

You talk about people that you don't know
Why you talk? Talk and talk and talk?
You talk about things you don't know how
And you talk...you talk, you talk, you talk

You showed me the wrong direction
Give me a hard reception
And you talk...you talk, you talk
You showed me the wrong direction
Give me a bad reception
And you talk...because you talk

Everybody sing this song with me



Lo siento por la siguiente barrabasada, pero mientras estaba escribiendo me vino a la cabeza lo siguiente:

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Este post de versiones, está dedicado al grupo The Clash. A algunas de lss canciones que revisaron a lo largo de su carrera:
Para comenzar I Fought The Law, original de Bobby Fuller Four allá por los cincuenta:



I FOUGHT THE LAW
The Bobby Fuller Four
(Sonny Curtis)

(A') Breakin' rocks in the ... hot sun
I Fought the Law and the ... law won
I Fought the Law and the ... law won
I needed money, 'cause I ... had none
I Fought the Law and the ... law won
I Fought the Law and the ... law won

I left my baby and I feel so bad
I guess my race is run
Well, she's the best girl ... I've ever had
I Fought the Law and the ... law won
I Fought the Law and the ... law won

(Instrumental Break)

Robbin' people with a . . . SIX gun
I Fought the Law and the ... law won
I Fought the Law and the ... law won

I miss my baby and the ... good fun
I Fought the Law and the ... law won
I Fought the Law and the ... law won

I left my baby and I feel so bad
I guess my race is run
But, she's the best girl ... I've ever had
I Fought the Law and the ... law won
I Fought the Law and the ... law won



En 1967 Eddy Grant con The Equals firmarían este Police on my Back:



Police On My Back Lyrics

(Eddy Grant)

Well I'm running, police on my back
I've been hiding, police on my back
There was a shooting, police on my back
And the victim well he wont come back

I been running Monday Tuesday Wednesday
Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday
Running Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday
Saturday Sunday
What have I done?
What have I done?

Yes, I'm running down the railway track
Could you help me? Police on my back
They will catch me if I dare drop back
Wont you give me all the speed I lack

I been running Monday Tuesday Wednesday
Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday
Running Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday
Saturday Sunday
What have I done?
What have I done?

I'm running
I’m running
Running

I'm running down the railway track
Could you help me? Police on my back
They will catch me if I dare drop back
Wont you help me find the speed I lack

I been running Monday Tuesday Wednesday
Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday
Runnin Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday
Saturday Sunday

What have I done?
What have I done?

Cos I'm running (police on my back)
Hiding (police on my back)
Running (police on my back)
Hiding (police on my back)

I'm running down the railway track
Could you help me? Police on my back
They will catch me if I dare drop back
They will kill me for the speed I lack

I've been running
I've been running



Para 1959 Vince Taylor firmaría este Brand New Cadillac:



Well my baby drove off in a brand new cadillac
Ooh, my baby drove off in a brand new cadillac
Well she looked at me, daddy, I ain't never comm' back
I said baby-baby-baby won't you listen to me
Come on sugar, come on hear my plea
Well she looked at my Ford, we'll never agree
Cadillac car! Oh yeah!

Well the Caddy's rollin' and going 'bout ninety-five
Well the Caddy's rollin' and going 'bout ninety-five
Well me and my Ford, we're right by here side
I said baby-baby-baby won't you listen to me
Come on baby, come on hear my plea
Turn that big car around, come on back to me
Hangin' on Scotty, here we go!



En 1976 Junior Murvin mostraría su Police and Thieves co-escrita y producida por Lee Perry:



Police and thieves in the street (oh yeah)
Fighting the nation with their guns and ammunition
Police and thieves in the street (oh yeah)
Scaring the nation with their guns and ammunition

From Genesis to Revelation yeah
And next generation will be hear me

All the crimes committed day by day
No one try to stop it in any way
All the peacemakers turn war officers
Hear what I say

Hehehehehehehey

Police and thieves in the street (oh yeah)
Fighting the nation with their guns and ammunition
Police and thieves in the street (oh yeah)
Scaring the nation with their guns and ammunition

Oh yeah

All the crimes committed day by day
No one try to stop it in any way
All the peacemakers turn war officers
Hear what I say

Hehehehehehehey

Police and thieves in the street (oh yeah)
Fighting the nation with their guns and ammunition
Police and thieves in the street (oh yeah)
Scaring the nation with their guns and ammunition

Police and thieves
Police...



Y para terminar English Civil War que no es más que una canción tradicional modificada por Strummer y Jones:



when johnny comes marching home again
he's coming by bus or underground
a woman's eye will shed a tear
to see his face so beaten in fear
an' it was just around the corner in the english civil war

it was still at the stage of clubs and fists
when that well-known face got beaten to bits
your face was blue in the light of the screen
as we watched the speech of an animal scream
the new party army was marching right over our heads

alright

there you are, ha ha, i told you so
says everybody that we know
but who hid a radio under the stairs
an' who got caught out on their unawares?
when that new party army came marching right up the stairs

when johnny comes marching home again
nobody understands it can happen again
the sun is shining an' the kids are shouting loud
but you gotta know it's shining through a crack in the cloud
and the shadows keep falling when johnny comes marching home

VERSIONES VARIAS 3

He aquí, unas cuantas versiones de los Sex Pistols:



Por Motorhead:

God save the queen

The fascist regime

They made you a moron

Potential H-bomb

God save the queen

She ain't no human being

There is no future

In England's dreaming

Don't be told what you want

Don't be told what you need

There's no future, no future,

No future for you

God save the queen

We mean it man

We love our queen

God saves

God save the queen

'Cause tourists are money

And our figurehead

Is not what she seems

Oh God save history

God save your mad parade

Oh Lord God have mercy

All crimes are paid

When there's no future

How can there be sin

We're the flowers in the dustbin

We're the poison in your human machine

We're the future, your future

God save the queen

We mean it man

We love our queen

God saves

God save the queen

We mean it man

And there is no future

In England's dreaming

No future, no future,

No future for you

No future, no future,

No future for me

No future, no future,

No future for you

No future, no future

For you

Por Motley Crüe:

Right! now

ha ha ha ha ha...

I am an antichrist

I am an anarchist

Don't know what I want

But I know how to get it

I wanna destroy passerby

'Cause I wanna be Anarchy

No dogsbody

Anarchy for the UK

It's coming sometime and maybe

I give a wrong time stop at traffic line

Your future dream is a sharpie's scheme

'Cause I wanna be Anarchy

In the city

How many ways to get what you want

I use the best

I use the rest

I use the N.M.E

I use Anarchy

'Cause I wanna be Anarchy

It's the only way to be

Is this the M.P.L.A or

Is this the U.D.A or

Is this the I.R.A

I thought it was the UK

Or just another country

Another council tenancy

I wanna be Anarchy

And I wanna be Anarchy

(Oh what a name)

And I wanna be anarchist

I get pissed, destroy!

Por Velvet Revolver:

She was a girl from Birmingham

She just had an abortion

She was case of insanity

Her name was Pauline, she lived in a tree

She was a no one who killed her baby

She sent her letters from the country

She was an animal

She was a bloody disgrace

Body! I'm not an animal

Body! I'm not an animal

Dragged on a table in factory

Illegitimate place to be

In a packet in a lavatory

Die little baby screaming

Body screaming fucking bloody mess

Not an animal

It's an abortion

Body! I'm not animal

Mummy! I'm not an abortion

[Spoken]

Throbbing squirm,

gurgling bloody mess

I'm not a discharge

I'm not a loss in protein

I'm not a throbbing squirm

Fuck this and fuck that

Fuck it all and fuck a fucking brat

She don't wanna baby that looks like that

I don't wanna baby that looks like that

Body, I'm not an animal

Body, an abortion

Body! I'm not an animal

Body! I'm not an animal

An animal

I'm not an animal.....

I'm not an abortion.....

Mummy! UGH!

Por Joan Jet and the Blackhearts:

There's no point in asking, you'll get no reply

Oh just remember I don't decide

I got no reason it's all too much

You'll always find us out to lunch

Oh we're so pretty

Oh so pretty

we're vacant

Oh we're so pretty

Oh so pretty

A vacant

Don't ask us to attend 'cos we're not all there

Oh don't pretend 'cos I don't care

I don't believe illusions 'cos too much is real

So stop you're cheap comment 'cos we know what we feel

Oh we're so pretty

Oh so pretty

we're vacant

Oh we're so pretty

Oh so pretty

we're vacant ah

But now and we don't care

There's no point in asking you'll get no reply

Oh just remember a don't decide

I got no reason it's all too much

You'll always find me out to lunch

We're out on lunch

Oh we're so pretty

Oh so pretty

we're vacant

Oh we're so pretty

Oh so pretty

we're vacant

Oh we're so pretty

Oh so pretty ah

But now and we don't care

We're pretty

A pretty vacant

We're pretty

A pretty vacant

We're pretty

A pretty vacant

We're pretty

A pretty vacant

And we don't care

VERSIONES VARIAS 2

Versiones a las que ha recurrido entre otras muchas el grupo Siniestro Total.
Empezamos por los Undertones:

Get over you:



And your mother doesn't know why you can't look like all the other girls

They stop you in the street - they wanna know your name
To reach you on the phone - cause they know your game

Always running up the alley - trying to get home

Or standing on the corner - never alone

And I don't wanna get over you

It doesn't matter what you do

I just can't get over you - over you

You say the boys with the bikes and the leathers like to beat you to hell

And the girls where you work don't treat you too well

You think you're such a smacker - but you ain't so bad

Get what you want - with looks like that

Always running up the alley - trying to get home

Or standing on the corner - never alone

La réplica gallega. Es la segunda canción, la primera es Somos un grupo vigues:



Here´s come the summer:



Oh baby baby what can I do
You know you drive me crazy when I'm looking at you
The summer's really here and it's time to come out
Time to discover what fun is about

Here comes the summer
Here comes the summer
Here comes the summer
Keep looking for the girls with their faces all tanned
Lying on the beaches all covered in sand
Stretching out their long legs lying in the sun
They know they're beautiful they're having fun

Here comes the summer

Viene el verano:



Desde San Francisco, Dead Kennedys y su "Moon over Marin":



"Moon Over Marin"

The crowded future stings my eyes
I still find time to exercise
In uniform with two white stripes

Unlock my section of the sand
It's fenced off to the water's edge
I clamp a gasmask on my head

[Chorus]
On my beach at night
Bathe in my moonlight

Another tanker's hit the rocks
Abandoned to spill out its guts
The sand is laced with sticky glops

O' Shimmering moonlight sheen upon
The waves and water clogged with oil
White gases steam up from the soil

[Chorus]

I squash dead fish between my toes
Try not to step on any bones
I turn around and I go home

I slip back through my basement door
Switch off all that I own below
Dive in my scalding wooden tub

My own beach at night
Electric Moonlight

There will always be a moon
Over Marin

Canción del concierto en rockola del 84:



De los Lynyrd Skynyrd, su "Sweet Home Alabama", convertido en himno gallego alternativo:



Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss Alabamy once again
And I think its a sin, yes

Well I heard mister Young sing about her
Well, I heard ole Neil put her down
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember
A Southern man don't need him around anyhow

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you

In Birmingham they love the governor
Now we all did what we could do
Now Watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you?
Tell the truth

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Here I come Alabama

Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers
And they've been known to pick a song or two
Lord they get me off so much
They pick me up when I'm feeling blue
Now how about you?

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you

Sweet home Alabama
Oh sweet home baby
Where the skies are so blue
And the governor's true
Sweet Home Alabama
Lordy
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Yea, yea Montgomery's got the answer

Y su Miña Terra Galega:

VERSIONES VARIAS

Primer post dedicado a las versiones. Para empezar comenzamos con The Boys grupo punk británico del 77 y una canción a la que yo tengo especial cariño: "First time".
Os transcribo aquí la letra de dicho tema:

Oh... oh oh oh... it`s my first time
Oh... oh oh oh... please be kind
Oh... oh oh oh... don`t hurt me
Oh... oh oh oh...

I met her last Friday
At the local dance
She was across the room
I caught her glance

We started dancing
And before you know
I took her to my place
Where we were alone and she said...

I didn`t know what to say
Didn`t want to hurt in anyway
I looked in those big brown eyes
Filled with tears she tried to hide... she said...

We felt so happy
We felt so fine
I don't think I'll ever forget the time... she said...



El primer vídeo, The Boys en el Punk and Disordely del 2005:



Desde Alemania, Die Toten hosen, junto a The Boys:



Desde Euskadi La Polla Records y su "Avestruz", el vídeo de los monigotes:



A principios de los noventa desde Madrid también versionearía este clásico, el grupo Snap. Snap, no confundirlos con los que cantaron el "I got the Power" clásico techno: