#1 GONE - Jack Johnson
Primera, para Jack Johnson, claro.
Gone habla del materialismo, de los días que corren, de lo poco que importan cosas como traicionar nuestros principios o valores morales al seguir el ritmo de este nuevo, y ciego, estilo de vida. De lo mucho que importa tener un buen móvil, ropa a la moda, un gran coche, y dinero.
"...Bling, bling."
"...Bling, bling."
Gone. 2012 is Gone.La canción perfecta para empezar.
Por que el año que entra sea de más pies en el césped, mundo, besos, y canciones, y menos de objetos y cartera:)@PaoStepanska
[OTRAS VERSIONES PARA ESCUCHAR:]
Acústico con Ben Harper:
Para disfrutar más de las guitarras, y de un dúo de grandes.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3on9TfhXIyc
Jack Johnson & Black Eyed Peas:
Estilo BEP, versión muy chula, aunque me quede con la acústica.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4MCz9VknMUc
[LYRICS:]
Look at all those fancy clothes,
But these could keep us warm just like those.
And what about your soul? Is it cold?
Is it straight from the mold, and ready to be sold?
And cars and phones and diamond rings,
Bling, bling, because those are only removable things.
And what about your mind? Does it shine?
Are there things that concern you, more than your time?
Gone, going.
Gone, everything.
Gone, don’t give a damn.
Gone, be the birds, when they don’t wanna sing.
Gone, people, all awkward with their things,
Gone.
Look at you, out to make a deal.
You try to be appealing, but you lose your appeal.
And what about those shoes you’re in today?
They’ll do no good, on the bridges you burnt along the way.
And you're willing to sell, anything?
Gone, with your head.
Leave your footprints,
And we’ll shame them with our words.
Gone, people, all careless and consumed, gone
Gone, going, gone, everything.
Gone, don’t give a damn.
Gone, be the birds, if they don’t wanna sing.
Gone, people, all awkward with their things,
But these could keep us warm just like those.
And what about your soul? Is it cold?
Is it straight from the mold, and ready to be sold?
And cars and phones and diamond rings,
Bling, bling, because those are only removable things.
And what about your mind? Does it shine?
Are there things that concern you, more than your time?
Gone, going.
Gone, everything.
Gone, don’t give a damn.
Gone, be the birds, when they don’t wanna sing.
Gone, people, all awkward with their things,
Gone.
Look at you, out to make a deal.
You try to be appealing, but you lose your appeal.
And what about those shoes you’re in today?
They’ll do no good, on the bridges you burnt along the way.
And you're willing to sell, anything?
Gone, with your head.
Leave your footprints,
And we’ll shame them with our words.
Gone, people, all careless and consumed, gone
Gone, going, gone, everything.
Gone, don’t give a damn.
Gone, be the birds, if they don’t wanna sing.
Gone, people, all awkward with their things,
Gone.
