RIP Pete

[LeBert 459]

Pete Burns.

 

El domingo 23/10/2016 pasó a la eternidad, tras sufrir un colapso cardíaco, y nadie acá se hizo eco.

 

Por tal motivo abro un thread para recordar al místico and ever happy Pete Burns.

 

En general se lo conoce más por la consecuencia de sus cirujías y por su personalidad bastante enquilombada -cosas que lo llevaron a su debacle artística- que por su música, así que voy directo al grano:

 

Quien no lo tenga escuchado, no sea flojito y animesé; hay cosas interesante. Dejo las letras.

 

 

• I'm Falling
  

 

 

I'm falling, catch me if you can

Touching undirected bullets in somebody else's wars

But I don't know what for

I don't know what for.

 

I'm falling, stepping out of life.

Blending notes to suit rhythms,

Breaking rules to suit myself, but never losing time,

Never losing time

As I go down, down I rise up!

 

I'm empty, fill me if you can

You can fill a woman full of child,

Plant a forest full with trees,

But how do you fill a man?

How do you fill a man?

 

I'm wounded heal me if you please;

We bleed inside each others wounds

straight from the cradle to the tomb

I'm down on bended knees

Down on bended knees

I go down, down I rise up

I, I, rise up

 

I'm falling watch out down below

I am soaring through the air 

It's a very abstract feeling and

I don't know where I land, I don't know

As I go down down Catch me if you can...

 

• Number Eleven
  

 

 

All these things I send out to you

Come bouncing off you, and then right back on me

And this repeats itself so needlessly, oh!

 

 

I daren't have fights with a brick wall

I take two steps forward

Or I do not move at all

Staying in one place, forever and ever and ever

You're holding me in dirty hands

First I'm in there, but I don't belong at all

I'm back banging my head on that old brick wall

I see signs warning me to read the ways more carefully

For I could keep treading on you, forever, forever

 

At the end of all this

What do I get

Well my nerves start to shake

Cos it ain't started yet

And it comes right back and touched my hands

Time to change my plans

Everyone says, oh, let go, but my fingers are steel

And my hands say no

I can't keep fighting with you, forever, forever

Once in a while, the sky seems near

And I look up and it all falls down

I can't win fights with a brick wall

I have to break it down or I do not fight at all

Stay in one place forever

And the whole place starts going, aahh!

 

 

I'm standing here with dirty hands

Something tells me that I don't belong here at all

I'm back banging my head on that old brick wall

At the end of all this, what do I get

Well, I feel so afraid cos it ain't started yet

And it comes right back on dirty hands, oh!

Everyone says, oh, let go, but my fingers are steel

And my hands say no

And I tell you I could keep hanging on here forever

Oh, oh, oh, oh, I, I, I, I, I, I, oh, oh, oh, oh!

 

 

• Misty Circles
  

 

Demo (con distinta letra):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ffq2gfdwF9g

 

Una versión oficial, donde ya se empieza a ver el vuelco al otro sonido:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=55ElA6tIMz8

 

An aggressive nature

Does not make

The weaker man a gladiator

Inside this misty circle

 

Well, just looking at you

And all your schemes are undone

And you just can't pull my ideas down

 

Well, take a good look within

And this is no place for me

Oh, I just can't get my ideas down

They won't come down, down, down, down

 

Look at this mess we're in

To You, Lord, I do declare

I've got rusted guitar strings, man

Wound around my head

 

And lately these days

I'm in so many empty spaces

I'm transfixed, I see these ugly faces

That pull me down, down, down, down

 

Look at me

I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree

My heads in the clouds, yeah, I get misty

Just holding your hand

 

What can you do when you don't seem to fit

You fall to bits inside all because of it

Blame it on some massive lack of confidence

 

Three years from now where will I be?

Who will be behind me

Pulling me down, down down, down

 

Well, I'm curious about

How I got to be wrapped around

The lines on someone's hand

 

Won't you tell me realistically

How long can I expect to be

Inside this misty circle?

 

[LeBert 459]

Este es el sonido más conocido de Dead or Alive.

 

• Hooked on love
  

 

 

 

Well, I know what I'm thinkin' 

Is the direct result of drinkin' 

In a heavy mix of intimate atmosphere 

And I pray what I'm feelin' 

Is insecurity revealin' 

Lack of happiness 

Cause I need a body here 

And I would be much safer honey 

If I could get this stuff for money 

 

Cause I'm hooked on love 

I never ever felt like this before 

If you tell me this is love 

I better find a good supplier 

I simply got to have some more 

 

I was happy without it 

Hardly ever thought about it 

Thought that it was something 

That I could live without 

And now I am a victim 

Of the dangerous addiction 

Tried to keep it a secret 

But the word got out 

And I try hard to take it easy 

But I've got to find some face to please me 

 

Cause I'm hooked on love 

I never ever felt like this before 

If you tell me this is love 

I better find a good supplier 

I simply got to have some more

 

And now I am a victim 

Of the dangerous addiction 

Tried to keep it a secret 

But the word got out 

and I would feel much better about it 

If I thought I stood one chance without it

 

Cause I'm hooked on love 

I never ever felt like this before 

If you tell me this is love 

I better find a good supplier 

I want more

 

• There's something in my house
  

 

 

I, I, I, I, I, I, I am being haunted

It's four o'clock in the morning

And I'm sitting on my stairs

And there's bangin' 'round the bedroom

 

Even though I know there's no one there

And I am here all by myself

And you're somewhere else with someone else

And I am being haunted by a love that isn't there

 

There is something in my house, my house

It's just a ghost of the long, long dead affair

There is something in my house, my house

I just keep a hearing, you runnin' on up my stairs but you're not there

 

I, I, I, I, I, I, I am being haunted

I really gotta say it to ya

Ya showed me a good time

But for every minute that you spent laughin'

 

There were hours that I cried

And I think about what might have been

If I'd never meant that wicked way

That my heart broke into pieces that midnight on Halloween

 

There is something in my house, my house

It's just a ghost of the long, long dead affair

There is something in my house, my house

I just keep a hearing, you runnin' on up my stairs but you're not there

 

It's just a ghost of the long, long dead affair

There is something in my house, my house

But you're not there

I, I, I, I, I, I, I am being haunted

 

And I am here all by myself

And you're somewhere else with someone else

And I am being haunted by a love that isn't there

 

There is something in my house, my house

It's just a ghost of the long, long dead affair

There is something in my house, my house

I just keep a hearing, you runnin' on up my stairs but you're not there

 

It's just a ghost of the long long dead affair

There is something in my house, my house

But you're not there

 

I am being haunted

I am, I am, I am, I

 

 

- Disco completo -

 

• The Doors of Perception
  

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgtsB8pLstE

 

Uno de la banda anterior a Dead or Alive, Nightmares in wax.

 

• Shangrila
  

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cBMo7THIuvs

 

Show me the way to paradise 

Where the people are friendly and very very nice 

Be what you want and don't have to think twice 

 

How far is Shangri-la from here?

 

Big shot from the hip, I'm no fool 

Educated in a grammar school 

Boy meets boy, die the girl 

Its a mixed up, muddled up violent world 

 

How far is Shangri-la from here?

And is it this way? 

 

Oh won't you show me the way to paradise 

Where everyone's friendly and very very nice 

Stab you in the back, don't think twice 

 

How far is Shangri-la from here?

And is it that way? 

 

How far is Shangri-la from here? 

 

 

Does this go?

[Alepav 681]

Que pena la muerte Peter Burns, solo conocía un par de temas de su época Pop

y de sus muy fallidas operaciones estéticas.

Me gustaron los temas mas viejos. investigaré.

Gracias por el aporte.

[eze79 351]

Faltó quizá el clásico ochentoso por excelencia de Dead or Alive

 

[LeBert 459]

@@eze79

 

Está demasiado quemado eso :mrgreen: , y recuerda a un viejo chiste de la vieja internet.

[eze79 351]

@@LeBert totalmente! Pero por un lado no podía faltar, ya que no deja de ser un buen hit, y por el otro ayuda como punta de lanza para los que no lo junan.

 

Edit: por más estigmatizados que estén los 80s, había buena música!

Edited October 28, 2016 by eze79

[LeBert 459]

@@eze79

 

Ese es el cliché entre clichés! El que empieza por ahí, termina ahí mismo! :mrgreen:

[NachoRC90 13]

Era re talentoso ese chabón, y tenía TODA la facha precirugia, ahora a lo mejor encontro paz, vaya uno a saber.

[eze79 351]

@@Capocha yo diría que fue al revés, Moria terminó siendo un clon de Pete Burns  :mrgreen:

[LeBert 459]

Era re talentoso ese chabón, y tenía TODA la facha precirugia, ahora a lo mejor encontro paz, vaya uno a saber.

 

 

Lo triste es que el chabón tenía una clara tendencia autodestructiva como muchos, pero terminó de una forma que hace que la gente ni se gaste en buscar/ver lo que sí tiene valor artístico, porque claramente muchas cosas posteriores no lo tienen. Que manera de tomar malas decisiones, y que poca contención que habrá tenido.

[LeBert 459]

 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gaGi1YpCPZ0