viernes, 21 de mayo de 2010

Voice of the Beehive - Don't Call Me Baby

No la llames...te lo esta venga decir...

Este tema tan ochentero nos va a hacer entrar al fin de semana, fijate tu por donde. Sonido Bangles, Bananarama...de la epoca vaya. ¿quienes son? pues lo cierto es que no tengo niu rematada idea...aparecieron el otro dia por el canal VH1 y me encantó la canción..lo que hago es compartirla con vosotros...para que luego digais que me lo quedo todo...

No se como andaré estos días...mucho compromiso social...sabreis entenderlo...



"Don't call me baby
When she is waiting in the car
It took so long to get this far
Don't call me baby

You said forever
And then you went and changed your plans
You said some day I'd understand
But I still wonder


I wonder why we are not walking and fighting and asking for favours
Meeting at midnight while avoiding all the neighbours
Time is a distance that you can't retract by miles
If I saw again I'd smile

But I'd say don't call me baby
When she is waiting in the car
It took so long to get this far
Don't call me baby

I think she's pretty
And I think that you have done quite well
I still say you can never tell
I wouldn't be surprised

You never know we could be walking and fighting and asking for favours
Meeting at midnight while avoiding all the neighbours
Time is a distance that you can't retract by miles
If I saw again I'd smile

But Don't call me baby
When were notnot the way we were
It took so long to get this far
Don't call me baby

Sometimes down town I think I see you
But I don't say a word because there is somebody new
It's too late to matter
There's no such thing as true
You're in the shadows til you left me in the dark

Don't call me
Don't call me
Don't call me

Don't call me baby
Don't call me baby
Don't call me baby
Don't call me baby

Baby
Don't call me
Baby
Don't call me
Baby
Baby"

6 comentarios:

WOOD dijo...

Buff, un clásico de las noches valencianas de finales de los ochenta. Fresco, muy fresco. No había visto el video. Abrazo, Don Chapu.

raúl dijo...

joer, no sabes lo que sonó esta canción por aquí en los primeros noventa, un superclásico de las nocturnidades. al menos en los sitios por los que me movía, vamos.

raúl dijo...

(es que en alicante íbamos con unos años de retraso) :P

WOOD dijo...

(jajajajajaja). Cuando descubrí ciertas zonas de Alicante, Valencia pasó a segundo lugar, y me mantengo en esa idea. Abrazo, Raul.

SERGI dijo...

La rubia me parece que compra el pan en el mismo horno que yo, jejeje buena canción apra comenzar el finde.
Un abrazo!!!

Evánder dijo...

Joer, no recordaba para nada el nombre del grupo.

Música fresquita.