The Byrds: Turn! Turn! Turn! (to Everything There Is a Season) Lyrics

Os dejo tres versiones de esta maravillosa canción adaptada del libro del Eclesiastés 3:1-15 por Pete Seeger de The Byrds quien la musicó y le añadió el último verso (A time of peace, I swear it's not too late!) en 1959. No sabía que el 45% de los royalties de esta maravillosa canción van para el Israeli Committee Against House Demolitions, pero ahora que lo sé me cae más simpática aún. Mismo si no eres creyente, tiene un profundo sentido espiritual, kármico. Otra rola para hippies de derechas.









To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time of war, a time of peace
A time of love, a time of hate
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time of peace, I swear it's not too late!

Los Suaves covering Barry McGuire (The Byrds), Eve of Destruction, (1965)

A Spanish cover by Los Suaves:



Barry McGuire - Eve Of Destruction - 1965 45rpm:




The eastern world;

It is explodin'.

Violence flarin';

Bullets loadin'.

You're old enough to kill,

But not for votin'.

You don't believe in war,

But what's that gun you're totin'?

And even the Jordan River

Has bodies floatin',



But ya tell me

Over and over and over again, my friend,

Ah, you don't believe

We're on the eve of destruction



And don't you understand

What I'm tryin' to say

And can't you feel the fears

That I'm feelin' today?

If the button is pushed,

There's no runnin' away.

There'll be no one to save

With the world in a grave.

Take a look around you, boy.

It's bound to scare you, boy



And ya tell me

Over and over and over again, my friend,

Ah, you don't believe

We're on the eve of destruction



But think of all the hate

There is in red China.

Then take a look around

To Selma, Alabama.

You may leave here

For four days in space,

But when you return

It's the same old place.

The poundin' of the drums,

The pride and disgrace.

You can bury your dead,

But don't leave a trace.

Hate your next door neighbor,

But don't forget to say grace



And tell me

Over and over and over and over again, my friend,

You don't believe

We're on the eve of destruction.

Ah, no, no, you don't believe

We're on the eve of destruction.

GARÚA - Roberto Goyeneche, Astor Piazzolla

Garúa: Llovizna en forma muy menuda a manera de niebla
Tapera: Casa ruinosa que se cae a pedazos.
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Que noche llena de hastío y de frío,
el viento trae un extraño lamento,
parece un pozo de sombras la noche,
y yo en las sombras camino muy lento
Mientras tanto la garúa* se acentúa con sus púas,
en mi corazón.

En esta noche tan fría y tan mía
pensando siempre en lo mismo me abismo
y aunque yo quiera arrancarla,
desecharla y olvidarla
la recuerdo mas...

Garúa!....
solo y triste por la acera
va este corazón transido
con tristeza de tapera*
sintiendo...tu hielo
porque aquella con su olvido
hoy le ha abierto una gotera
Perdido!..
como un duende que en la sombra
mas la busca y más la nombra
Garúa...tristeza
hasta el cielo se ha puesto a llorar!....

Que noche llena de hastío y de frío
no se ve a nadie cruzar por la esquina
sobre la calle la hilera de focos,
lustra el asfalto con luz mortecina
Y yo voy como un descarte, siempre solo
siempre aparte, recordándote...

Las gotas caen en el charco de mi alma
hasta los huesos calados y helado..
Y humillando este tormento
todavía pasa el viento...
empujándome!......

How to Solve Our Human Problems: The Four Noble Truths, by Geshe Kelsang Gyatso

How to Solve Our Human Problems: The Four Noble Truths by Geshe Kelsang Gyatso

My review

rating: 5 of 5 stars
Really practical and useful. Buddhism really is a practical way of solving problems.
The first part of the book is the explanation of The Four Noble Truths which are:

"You should know sufferings.
You should abandon origins.
You should attain cessations.
You should practise the path."

The second part is based on the advantages of practising the patience, avoiding anger and accepting suffering.

The appendix include a short explanation of the Mind's Buddhist conception and on meditation.
Very helpful book to bring inner and outer peace.





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Here comes the sun, The Beatles (G. Harrison)

Listen here:

Here comes the sun (du dn du du)
Here comes the sun
And I say
Its alright

Little darling
Its been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling
It seems like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun
And I say
Its alright

Little darling
The smiles returning to the faces
Little darling
It seems like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun (du dn du du)
Here comes the sun
And I say
Its alright

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes (four times)

Little darling
I see the ice is slowly melting
Little darling
It seems like years since it's been clear

Here comes the sun (du dn du du)
Here comes the sun
Its alright

Here comes the sun (du du du du)
Here comes the sun
Its alright
Its alright

Raphael, Digan lo que digan

Más dicha que dolor hay en el mundo
más flores en la tierra que rocas en el mar
hay mucho más azul que nubes negras,
y es mucha más la luz que la oscuridad.

Digan lo que digan,
digan lo que digan,
digan lo que digan los demás.

Son muchos, muchos más los que perdonan
que aquellos que pretenden a todo condenar.
La gente quiere paz y se enamora
y adora lo que es bello nada más.

Digan lo que digan,
digan lo que digan,
digan lo que digan los demás.

Hay mucho, mucho más amor que odio.
Más besos y caricias que mala voluntad.
Los hombres tienen fe en la otra vida
y luchan por el bien, no por el mal.

Digan lo que digan,
digan lo que digan,
digan lo que digan los demás.

Digan lo que digan,
digan lo que digan,
digan lo que digan los demás.

Change is now -The Byrds

Change is now, change is now
Things that seemed to be solid are not
All is now, all is now
The time that we have to live

Gather all that we can
Keep in harmony with love´s sweet plan

Truth is real, truth is real
That which is not real does not exist
In and out roundabout
Dance to the day when fear it is gone

Gather all that we can
Keep in harmony with love´s sweet plan

Change is now, change is now
Things that seemed to be solid are not
In and out roundabout
Dance to the day when fear it is gone
Fear it is gone
Fear it is gone

THE BYRDS: TURN! TURN! TURN!

THE BYRDS: TURN! TURN! TURN!

Words-adapted from the bible, book of ecclesiastes
Music-pete seeger

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time to build up,a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time for peace, I swear its not too late

BOB DYLAN, Like a rolling stone

La banda sonora que mentalmente acompañaba mis días en la ciudad de la lluvia horizontal.

BOB DYLAN
Like A Rolling Stone

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Copyright ©1965; renewed 1993 Special Rider Music