Scott McKenzie.

Scott McKenzie

'San Francisco (Be Sure to Wear Flowers in Your Hair)'

Verano del 67'

¡Quién sabe cuánta 'gente normal' hizo, realmente eso, en Haight-Ashbury! Este canto de sirena que aún huele a queso, todavía logra que un hombre haga sus maletas y ponga rumbo ‘for the Frisco Bay’.

If you're going to San Francisco

Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair

If you're going to San Francisco

You're gonna meet some gentle people there

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For those who come to San Francisco

Summertime will be a love-in there

In the streets of San Francisco

Gentle people with flowers in their hair

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All across the nation such a strange vibration

People in motion

There's a whole generation with a new explanation

People in motion people in motion

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For those who come to San Francisco

Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair

If you come to San Francisco

Summertime will be a love-in there

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If you come to San Francisco

Summertime will be a love-in there.

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Jefferson Airplane.

Jefferson Airplane

'White Rabbit'

Verano del 67'

Cuando Grace Slick te ordena 'feed your head’ – alimenta tu cabeza –, no habla precisamente de lecturas playeras de verano. A menos que, claro, el libro que andes entre manos sea ‘Alicia en el País de las Maravillas’, substexto psicodélico, píldoras diversas, hongos alucinógenos, piezas parlantes de ajedrez. Si el Sgt. Pepper puso banda sonora al verano del 67’, White Rabitt lo perfumó con esencia de patchouli en 3 picodélicos minutos.

One pill makes you larger

And one pill makes you small

And the ones that mother gives you

Don't do anything at all

Go ask Alice

When she's ten feet tall

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And if you go chasing rabbits

And you know you're going to fall

Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar

Has given you the call

Call Alice

When she was just small

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When men on the chessboard

Get up and tell you where to go

And you've just had some kind of mushroom

And your mind is moving low

Go ask Alice

I think she'll know

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When logic and proportion

Have fallen sloppy dead

And the White Knight is talking backwards

And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"

Remember what the dormouse said:

"Feed your head

Feed your head

Feed your head".

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The Troggs.

The Troggs

'Wild Thing'

Verano del 66'

¡Broncéate! ¡Emborráchate! ¡Estupidízate…! Toda una inspiración para Max - perdón, es que me acuerdo de Homer Simpson y su Max Power… - Austin Powers.

Wild thing... you make my heart sing...

You make everything

Groovy

I said wild thing...

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Wild thing, I think I love you

But I wanna know for sure

Come on, hold me tight

I love you

Wild thing... you make my heart sing...

You make everything

Groovy

I said wild thing...

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Wild thing, I think you move me

But I wanna know for sure

So come on, hold me tight

You move me

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The Lovin' Spoonful.

The Lovin' Spoonful

'Summer in the City'

Verano del 66'

Sudor corriendo por la espalda, ruido sofocante... No fue el calor, fue la humedad. Pero le gustó, porque era verano. En la ciudad. Un riff de teclado enviado como código Morse a todos aquellos chicos cuyos padres se habían mudado a los aburridos suburbios, enfriando el centro de la ciudad en la más sofocante de las circunstancias.

Hot town, summer in the city

Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty

Been down, isn't it a pity

Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city

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All around, people looking half dead

Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head

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But at night it's a different world

Go out and find a girl

Come-on come-on and dance all night

Despite the heat it'll be alright

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And babe, don't you know it's a pity

That the days can't be like the nights

In the summer, in the city

In the summer, in the city

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Cool town, evening in the city

Dressing so fine and looking so pretty

Cool cat, looking for a kitty

Gonna look in every corner of the city

Till I'm wheezing like a bus stop

Running up the stairs, gonna meet you on the rooftop

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But at night it's a different world

Go out and find a girl

Come-on come-on and dance all night

Despite the heat it'll be alright

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And babe, don't you know it's a pity

That the days can't be like the nights

In the summer, in the city

In the summer, in the city

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Hot town, summer in the city

Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty

Been down, isn't it a pity

Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city

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All around, people looking half dead

Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head

.

But at night it's a different world

Go out and find a girl

Come-on come-on and dance all night

Despite the heat it'll be alright

.

And babe, don't you know it's a pity

That the days can't be like the nights

In the summer, in the city

In the summer, in the city.

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The Kinks.

The Kinks

'Sunny Afternoon'

Verano del 66'

Perezoso – quiero decir, afortunado – césped inglés. Esta oda a la pereza galopante nos arrulla felizmente durante la siesta más rápido que cualquier tema de rock jamás escrito.

The taxmans taken all my dough,

And left me in this stately home,

Lazing on a sunny afternoon.

And i cant sail my yacht,

Hes taken everything ive got,

All i gots this sunny afternoon.

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Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze.

Ive got a big fat mama trying to break me.

And i love to live so pleasantly,

Live this life of luxury,

Lazing on a sunny afternoon.

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In a summertime

In a summertime

In a summertime

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My girlfriends gone off with my car,

And gone back to her ma and pa,

Telling tails of drunkenness and cruelty.

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Now im sitting here,

Sipping at my ice cold beer,

Lazing on a sunny afternoon.

Help me, help me, help me sail away,

You give me two good reasons why i oughta stay.

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Cause i love to live so pleasantly,

Live this life of luxury,

Lazing on a sunny afternoon,

In a summertime

In a summertime

In a summertime.

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