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¿Qué ponés en tu plato? Cuando lo das todo en el escenario #rap #hiphop

noreply@blogger.com (DJ CHINO 33) — Sat, 02 Aug 2025 14:17:00 +0000

#Funky #Xmas!

noreply@blogger.com (DJ CHINO 33) — Tue, 24 Dec 2013 14:33:00 +0000

Los casetes vuelven a estar de moda

noreply@blogger.com (DJ CHINO 33) — Wed, 29 May 2013 21:11:00 +0000

Si bien había otros sistemas similares, esa marca licenció el formato gratuitamente, lo que lo convirtió en una alternativa popular y regrabable, en oposición a los discos de vinilo. Los que vivimos nuestra juventud y adolescencia entre los años 70 y ... Leer más.

El Tribuno.com.ar

How soon is now (ALTO cover de mi ahijado Javo!)

noreply@blogger.com (JGB) — Sun, 08 Jul 2012 00:38:00 +0000

A bailar como Dutch Uncles con "Cadenza"

noreply@blogger.com (JGB) — Sat, 07 Jul 2012 21:58:00 +0000

Tengo que seguir cantando!

noreply@blogger.com (JGB) — Tue, 03 Jul 2012 02:18:00 +0000

A levantarse con este temazo!!!: Beck - Devils Haircut! Buen sábado para todxs!!!

noreply@blogger.com (JGB) — Sat, 30 Jun 2012 16:37:00 +0000

Hoy si digo "Claro que estamos de #Paro, pero también de otra cosa"

noreply@blogger.com (JGB) — Thu, 28 Jun 2012 22:46:00 +0000

Typical me, typical me, typical me, typical me

noreply@blogger.com (JGB) — Tue, 26 Jun 2012 04:48:00 +0000

The lanes were silent
There was nothing, no one, nothing around for miles
I doused our friendly venture
With a hard-faced three-word gesture

I started something, I forced you to a zone
And you were clearly never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted, typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now I'm not too sure

I grabbed you by the gilded beams
That's what tradition means
And I doused another venture
With a gesture that was absolutely vile

I started something, I forced you to a zone
And you were clearly never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted, typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now I'm not too sure

I grabbed you by the gilded beams
That's what tradition means
And now eighteen months' hard labour seems
Fair enough

I started something, I forced you to a zone
And you were clearly never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted, typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now I'm not too sure

I started something, I started something

Typical me, typical me, typical me, typical me
Typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now I'm not too sureThe lanes were silent
There was nothing, no one, nothing around for miles
I doused our friendly venture
With a hard-faced three-word gesture

I started something, I forced you to a zone
And you were clearly never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted, typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now I'm not too sure

I grabbed you by the gilded beams
That's what tradition means
And I doused another venture
With a gesture that was absolutely vile

I started something, I forced you to a zone
And you were clearly never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted, typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now I'm not too sure

I grabbed you by the gilded beams
That's what tradition means
And now eighteen months' hard labour seems
Fair enough

I started something, I forced you to a zone
And you were clearly never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted, typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now I'm not too sure

I started something, I started something

Typical me, typical me, typical me, typical me
Typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now I'm not too sure

Thievery Corporation - Warning Shots feat. Sleepy Wonder And Gunjan

noreply@blogger.com (JGB) — Thu, 21 Jun 2012 04:20:00 +0000

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They try their best just to mash up the resistance
Warning shots and sirens from a distance
Riot gears and barricade for an instance
And the words from mi mouth, mi no response
Hollywood sending signals of destruction
Stereotype the ghetto youths as the bad man
Overcome the rough times and we grow strong
Step up in a life, now them want to shake we hand
We are eternal, made of the creator
Won't fall to the soul-less devastator
Divide and conquer, and try to separate us
Up to this day, them still tryin' to rape us

Un temita para las altas horas de la noche...

noreply@blogger.com (JGB) — Mon, 18 Jun 2012 04:34:00 +0000

Un cover ultra funkoso desde lo profundo del soul de Leela James: Miss you...

noreply@blogger.com (JGB) — Mon, 18 Jun 2012 02:40:00 +0000

Tienes que encontrar amor, en un mundo mejor, ir perdiendo el temor. Deshaciendo el dolor y dejarlo pasar, e ir en busca de algo mejor.

noreply@blogger.com (JGB) — Sun, 17 Jun 2012 05:30:00 +0000

Tienes que encontrar amor,
en un mundo mejor,
ir perdiendo el temor.
Deshaciendo el dolor,
y dejarlo pasar,
e ir en busca de algo mejor.

Oh What A Night For Dancing, no? Y si es con Barry, mejor!

noreply@blogger.com (JGB) — Sat, 05 May 2012 05:49:00 +0000

Hoy estoy G

noreply@blogger.com (JGB) — Thu, 03 May 2012 03:19:00 +0000

Today Was A Good Day (HD)

noreply@blogger.com (JGB) — Thu, 03 May 2012 03:10:00 +0000

Cómo la rompe Bernie en Atmosphere!

noreply@blogger.com (JGB) — Thu, 03 May 2012 02:36:00 +0000

Seguimos bien arriba ahí con Funkadelic - I'll stay (1974)

noreply@blogger.com (JGB) — Thu, 03 May 2012 02:27:00 +0000

Good Thoughts, Bad Thoughts

noreply@blogger.com (JGB) — Thu, 03 May 2012 01:58:00 +0000

Funkires - Shhh!!!

noreply@blogger.com (JGB) — Sun, 15 Apr 2012 20:48:00 +0000

Funkires - Shhh!!!

(Ta mañana..) You r the only girl ...

noreply@blogger.com (JGB) — Fri, 13 Apr 2012 04:28:00 +0000

Voy a defraudar, voy a dar que hablar...

noreply@blogger.com (JGB) — Fri, 13 Apr 2012 03:58:00 +0000

Vamos para allá? Si, ahí: Snow Patrol -The Symphony

noreply@blogger.com (JGB) — Sun, 08 Apr 2012 19:50:00 +0000

Wooden floors, wooden floors whisper
And they creak under your sockless feet
A secret door, a door undiscovered
You knock so gently in case you're heard
A record plays a song that you've not heard
It is perfect, it is home
Everything, now everything's different
It is sweeter on your tongue

Cause you can see the road ahead in your dream
And the engine's more a sigh than a scream
And your ghosts look more like angels from there
And the coast comes like a raft of warm air
[x2]

A symphony, slow music of longing
Plays in movements inside your head
There are no ghosts, no ghosts that can shake you
Like they used to, anymore

Cause you can see the road ahead in your dream
And the engine's more a sigh than a scream
Courtesy of lyricshall.com
And your ghosts look more like angels from there
And the coast comes like a raft of warm air

You can see the road ahead in your dream
And the engine's more a sigh than a scream
And your ghosts look more like angels from there
And the coast comes like a raft of warm air

If this is all you ever asked for
Then this is all you'll get
If this is all you ever asked for
Then this is all you'll get
If this is all you ever asked for
Then this is all you'll get
If this is all you ever asked for
Then this is all you'll get
If this is all you ever asked for
Then this is all you'll get
If this is all you ever asked for
Then this is all you'll get
If this is all you ever asked for
Then this is all you'll get
If this is all you ever asked for
Then this is all you'll get

Capital Cities ft. Tupac Shakur - Breathe (Pink Floyd cover)

noreply@blogger.com (JGB) — Sat, 07 Apr 2012 02:44:00 +0000

Que trabajen los robots!

noreply@blogger.com (JGB) — Mon, 26 Mar 2012 04:26:00 +0000