The Doors.

The Doors

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'Light My Fire'

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Verano del 67'

O algo ocurrió de veras durante el ‘Verano del Amor’, o sólo forma parte de la mitología de los 60’. ¿En qué otro momento un tema de seis minutos y medio podía convertirse en un hit y llegar al Nº 1 en las lista Pop? El mérito, compartido entre la voz – y la imagen – de Jim Morrison, plena de sexo, de misterio, de peligro, y el solo interminable de órgano de Ray Manzarek, que supo captar lo que significa ser bombardeado por bolas de arena en la playa..., que no es, precisamente, lo que uno desea.

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You know that it would be untrue

You know that I would be a liar

If I was to say to you

Girl, we couldn't get much higher

Come on baby, light my fire

Come on baby, light my fire

Try to set the night on fire

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The time to hesitate is through

No time to wallow in the mire

Try now we can only lose

And our love become a funeral pyre

Come on baby, light my fire

Come on baby, light my fire

Try to set the night on fire, yeah

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The time to hesitate is through

No time to wallow in the mire

Try now we can only lose

And our love become a funeral pyre

Come on baby, light my fire

Come on baby, light my fire

Try to set the night on fire, yeah

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You know that it would be untrue

You know that I would be a liar

If I was to say to you

Girl, we couldn't get much higher

Come on baby, light my fire

Come on baby, light my fire

Try to set the night on fire

Try to set the night on fire

Try to set the night on fire

Try to set the night on fire.

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The Beatles.

The Beatles

'All You Need is Love'

Verano del 67'

Para bien o para mal, hoy día, el amor y un dólar apenas dan para una taza de café pero, en aquel verano, un flautista llamado Lennon nos hizo desearnos especialmente ingenuos. Todo ello resumido en el mensaje trascendental de su estribillo flotando en un fade-out orquestal más allá del tiempo y el espacio.

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love...

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There's nothing you can do that can't be done.

Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.

Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game

It's easy.

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There's nothing you can make that can't be made.

No one you can save that can't be saved.

Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you

in time - It's easy..

All you need is love, all you need is love,

All you need is love, love, love is all you need.

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Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love...

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All you need is love, all you need is love,

All you need is love, love, love is all you need.

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There's nothing you can know that isn't known.

Nothing you can see that isn't shown.

Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.

It's easy.

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All you need is love, all you need is love,

All you need is love, love, love is all you need.

All you need is love (all together now)

All you need is love (everybody)

All you need is love, love, love is all you need.

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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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