Monogràfic The Doors a Ràdio Despert 98.1

Ara escoltes ràdio d'Esfern, sintonitzes ràdio d'Esfern, la ràdio de Sant Just 98.1. Ràdio Despert 98.1 Ràdio Despert 98.1 I'm a spy In the house of love I know the dream Fins demà! Bona nit. I know the dream that you're dreaming. Fins demà! I must pack I can see What you do And I know Ladies and gentlemen, from Los Angeles, California, the door! Keep your eyes on the road, your hand upon the wheel. Keep your eyes on the road, your hand upon the wheel. Come to the road, that's gonna have a Rio. Yeah, the back of the road has to got some fun to love. Yeah, the back of the road has to got some fun to love. Just for the people like to go down slow. Fins demà! Fins demà! Fins demà! Hi ha coses conegudes i coses desconegudes. I enmig estan ells, The Doors. Benvinguts al 75 programa Godiva Bonaparte de Ràdio Despert. Where the clock said it time to close now I guess we'd better go now But I'd really like to stay here all night The cars go past all stuffed with eyes. Streetlights shed their hollow glow. Your brain seemed bruised with numb surprise. Still one place to go. Still one place to go. Let me sleep all night in your soul teacher. All my mind in your jet of snow. Learn to forget Learn to forget Learn to forget Learn to forget Fins demà! BELIEVO, GALIT, IN YOUR STOCKETCHER, WALT MY MIND, BE YOUR JASTER, HURT ME, I KNOW I'LL DEVE, STOBLA, DE ME, I Fins demà! All right. Thank you. Thank you very much. Thank you. Thank you very much for coming. Good night. Fins demà! Well, show me the way to the next whiskey bar Oh, don't ask why Oh, don't ask why Show me the way to the next whiskey bar Oh, don't ask why Oh, don't ask why For if we don't find the next whiskey bar I tell you we must die. The moon of Alabama must say goodbye. We've lost a good old mama. And must have whiskey, oh you know why. Bona nit Fins demà! Yeah, yeah, come on. When the music's over When the music's over here When the music's over Turn up the lights Turn up the lights Turn up the lights When the music's over When the music's over When the music's over Turn out the lights Turn out the lights Fins demà! She'll be here. Cancel my subscription to the resurrection Send my credentials to the house of detention I got some friends inside The face in the mirror won't stop. The girl in the window won't drop. A feast of friends alive, she cried, waiting for me outside. Before I sing into the big sleeve, I want to hear, I want to hear the scream of the butterfly. We're getting tired of hanging around Waiting around with our heads to the ground I hear a very gentle sound Very near yet very far Very soft here, very clear. Come today, come today. What have they done to the earth? I hear a very gentle sound With your ear down to the ground We want the world and we want it now We want the world and we want it now Oh, she's alive, baby. So when the music's over When the music's over, yeah When the music's over Turn out the lights Turn out the lights Fins demà! Oh, children! Ui, quasi. És que el ritme que portem avui és tan fort que una cançó passa de l'altre i quasi que em sap molt de greu aturar el ritme del programa d'avui, no? When the music's over, un tema que tots coneixeu segurament i que és brutal la traducció de la lletra també. I, bueno, l'hipnotisme i cap on et transporta el ritme i el Jim Morrison és cap a llocs inhòspits i molt lisèrgics. Anteriorment havíeu sentit Black Dormant, Alabama Son, Soul Kitchen, Roadhouse Blues i hem començat el programa avui amb el tema de Spy. Estem en el meridia del programa d'aquesta nit. Quasi no vull parlar, bàsicament perquè dels dos tots coneixem moltes històries i és un dels grups mítics del rock d'aquest segle i dir qualsevol tonteria seria necessari. En tot cas, continuem amb aquesta música que inoblidament està amb nosaltres i que val la pena recordar-la perquè són molt especials i han aportat moltíssim a gent com aquesta persona que parla ara mateix. People are strange. People are strange. Faces come out of the rain When you're strange No one remembers your name When you're strange When you're strange, when you're strange. People are strange when you're a stranger. Faces look ugly when you're alone. Women seem wicked when you're unwanted. Streets are uneven when you're down. Bona nit. Fins demà! Let's swim to the moon Let's climb through the tide Penetrate the evening that the city sleeps too high Let's swim out the night, love It's our time to drive Heart beside the ocean on our Surrender to the waiting worlds that lap against our side Nothing left open and no time to decide We've stepped into a river on our moonlight drive Fins demà! Bona nit. Bona nit. The old get old and the young get stronger May take a weekend Gona win, yeah, we're taking over. Bona nit. Bona nit. Fins demà! Get together one more time Get together one more time Get together We gotta get it all together Get the whole thing together, babe I tell you, we gotta get it all together One more Chine! Not to touch the earth, not to see the sun, nothing left to do but run, run, run. Let's run. Let's run. House upon the hill, moon is lying still, shadows of the trees, witnessing the wild breeze. Come on, baby, run with me. Fins demà! Bona nit. Run with me Run with me Run with me Fins demà! Fins demà! I am a wizard king. I can do anything. Riders on the storm Riders on the storm Into this house we're born Into this world we're thrown Like a dog without a bone And packed we're out on loan Riders on the storm There's a killer on the road Fins demà! Fins demà! Bona nit. Fins demà! Doncs aquest tema que acaba de sonar ara mateix, que tots coneixeu, Riders on the Storm, és ideal pel dia d'avui, aquests dies de pluja que estan fent. Bueno, doncs penúltim tema que acaba de sonar d'aquest especial The Doors. Mai fem monogràfics, però avui tocava i ho necessitem. Per finalitzar, amb tot el meu carinyo i el meu amor, India Summer The Doors. Bona nit i fins la propera setmana. I love you the best Better than all the rest End of summer Fins demà! Ràdio Tosbert 98.1 Ràdio Tosbert 98.1 Això es diu l'Empordà. Nascut entre Blanes i Cadaqués, molt tocat per la tramunt. D'una sola cosa pots estar segur. Quan més vell, més tocat de l'ala, sempre deia que la matinada es bateria. Però la patícia anava bé currant. Somriu i diu que no té pressa, ningú m'espera allà dalt. i anar a l'inferme m'interessa, és molt més bonic l'Empordà. Arribaren, passaren polles i anys, i en siseta encara aguantava, El maig no se tirava. Sembra de... Bona nit!