<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/DTDs/Podcast-1.0.dtd"><channel><itunes:author>isaiasgarde</itunes:author><title><![CDATA[Mejilla Hyde, canal de música]]></title><link>http://mejillahyde.blogspot.com/</link><language>es-ES</language><description><![CDATA[Músicas sueltas]]></description><generator>iVoox</generator><image><url>http://www.ivoox.com/canales/4111252358516g.jpg</url><title><![CDATA[Mejilla Hyde, canal de música]]></title>	<link>http://www.ivoox.com/</link></image><item><title><![CDATA[Alfredo Zitarrosa - Madame Ivonne]]></title><link>http://www.ivoox.com/alfredo-zitarrosa-madame-ivonne-audios-mp3_rf_190387_1.html</link><enclosure url="http://www.ivoox.com/alfredo-zitarrosa-madame-ivonne_mf_190387_1.mp3" type="audio/mpeg" /><description><![CDATA[Música: Eduardo Pereyra
Letra: Enrique Cadícamo

Mamuasel Ivonne era una pebeta
que en el barrio posta de viejo Montmartre,
con su pinta brava de alegre griseta
animó la fiesta de Les Quatre Arts.
Era la papusa del barrio latino
que supo a los puntos del verso inspirar...
Pero fue que un día llego un argentino
y a la francesita la hizo suspirar.

Madame Ivonne,
la Cruz del Sur fue como el signo,
Madame Ivonne,
fue como el signo de tu suerte...
Alondra gris,
tu dolor me conmueve,
tu pena es de nieve...
Madame Ivonne...

Han pasado diez años que zarpó de Francia,
Mamuasel Ivonne hoy solo es Madam...
La que va a ver que todo quedó en la distancia
con ojos muy tristes bebe su champán.
Ya no es la papusa del Barrio Latino,
ya no es la mistonga florcita de lis,
ya nada le queda... Ni aquel argentino
que entre tango y mate la alzó de París]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 15 Jan 10 15:53:36 +0200</pubDate><itunes:keywords><![CDATA[tango, zitarrosa]]></itunes:keywords></item><item><title><![CDATA[Alfredo Zitarrosa - Los boliches]]></title><link>http://www.ivoox.com/alfredo-zitarrosa-los-boliches-audios-mp3_rf_190376_1.html</link><enclosure url="http://www.ivoox.com/alfredo-zitarrosa-los-boliches_mf_190376_1.mp3" type="audio/mpeg" /><description><![CDATA[(Milonga)

Otra vez los boliches nocturnos,
amarillos de sueños perdidos,
quinieleros de suertes extrañas,
azulados en humos y vinos.

Viejas radios rezongan canciones,
un Gardel arrullando su trino,
y en la mano madera de un tango,
un borracho camino al ayer.

Desgastadas paredes que miran
sin fervor, sin asombro las cosas,
por el ojo de buey descordado
de un reloj que hizo el tiempo y murió.

Opacados espejos que imitan
otra vida mejor, o la misma,
marioneta de pan en la niebla
tras un sol empañado de alcohol.

La soledad, con el alcohol,
suelta un gorrión, que por el aire del alma se va.
Con el alcohol, la soledad,
tibio gorrión que por el aire del alma voló.

El boliche conversa en silencio
sus palabras de vidrio y tabaco,
cuando llueve las sombras florecen
desolados versos de papel.

Los amantes se buscan el alma,
naufragados de urgencias preguntan,
y el destiempo les duele en el alma,*
laberintos de mar el amor.

La soledad, con el alcohol,
suelta un gorrión, que por el aire del alma se va.
Con el alcohol, la soledad,
tibio gorrión que por el aire del alma voló.
Y otra vez vuelvo a buscar,
boliche viejo en tu ayer, lo que nunca volverá.


* Alfredo Zitarrosa dice “el destiempo les duele en la sangre”.]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 15 Jan 10 15:46:51 +0200</pubDate><itunes:keywords><![CDATA[alfredo zitarrosa]]></itunes:keywords></item><item><title><![CDATA[Entrevista a Enrique Mono Villegas]]></title><link>http://www.ivoox.com/entrevista-a-enrique-mono-villegas-audios-mp3_rf_190314_1.html</link><enclosure url="http://www.ivoox.com/entrevista-a-enrique-mono-villegas_mf_190314_1.mp3" type="audio/mpeg" /><description><![CDATA[Enrique Villegas entrevistado por Antonio Carrizo

Fuente del audio: http://goo.gl/kNGW

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]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 15 Jan 10 13:38:01 +0200</pubDate><itunes:keywords><![CDATA[enrique mono villegas piano]]></itunes:keywords></item><item><title><![CDATA[Mozart - Quinteto para cuerdas en sol menor K 516, adagio]]></title><link>http://www.ivoox.com/mozart-quinteto-para-cuerdas-sol-menor-audios-mp3_rf_171964_1.html</link><enclosure url="http://www.ivoox.com/mozart-quinteto-para-cuerdas-sol-menor_mf_171964_1.mp3" type="audio/mpeg" /><description><![CDATA[Amadeus Quartet con C. Aronowitz en viola
.........................................................................]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 09 15:09:57 +0200</pubDate><itunes:keywords><![CDATA[Mozart]]></itunes:keywords></item><item><title><![CDATA[Louis Armstrong - Georgia On My Mind]]></title><link>http://www.ivoox.com/louis-armstrong-georgia-on-my-mind-audios-mp3_rf_156109_1.html</link><enclosure url="http://www.ivoox.com/louis-armstrong-georgia-on-my-mind_mf_156109_1.mp3" type="audio/mpeg" /><description><![CDATA[


Georgia, Georgia,
The whole day through
Just an old sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind

I'm say Georgia
Georgia
A song of you
Comes as sweet and clear
As moonlight through the pines

Other arms reach out to me
Other eyes smile tenderly
Still in peaceful dreams I see
The road leads back to you

I said Georgia,
Ooh Georgia, no peace I find
Just an old sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind

Other arms reach out to me
Other eyes smile tenderly
Still in peaceful dreams I see
The road leads back to you

Georgia,
Georgia,
No peace, no peace I find
Just this old, sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind

I said just an old sweet song,
Keeps Georgia on my mind ]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 09 21:29:58 +0200</pubDate><itunes:keywords><![CDATA[louis armstrong]]></itunes:keywords></item><item><title><![CDATA[Mary wells - i'm so sorry]]></title><link>http://www.ivoox.com/mary-wells-i-m-so-sorry-audios-mp3_rf_151839_1.html</link><enclosure url="http://www.ivoox.com/mary-wells-i-m-so-sorry_mf_151839_1.mp3" type="audio/mpeg" /><description><![CDATA[Mary wells - i'm so sorry
......................................................................]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 09 22:48:17 +0200</pubDate><itunes:keywords><![CDATA[nary wells]]></itunes:keywords></item><item><title><![CDATA[Mable John - You Made A Fool Out Of Me]]></title><link>http://www.ivoox.com/mable-john-you-made-a-fool-out-audios-mp3_rf_151652_1.html</link><enclosure url="http://www.ivoox.com/mable-john-you-made-a-fool-out_mf_151652_1.mp3" type="audio/mpeg" /><description><![CDATA[Mable John - You Made A Fool Out Of Me
.........................................................................]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 09 22:41:32 +0200</pubDate><itunes:keywords><![CDATA[mable john]]></itunes:keywords></item><item><title><![CDATA[Bicho de Sete Cabeças - Elba Ramalho ]]></title><link>http://www.ivoox.com/bicho-sete-cabecas-elba-ramalho-audios-mp3_rf_132478_1.html</link><enclosure url="http://www.ivoox.com/bicho-sete-cabecas-elba-ramalho_mf_132478_1.mp3" type="audio/mpeg" /><description><![CDATA[Não dá pé
Não tem pé, nem cabeça
Não tem ninguém que mereça
Não tem coração que esqueça
Não tem jeito mesmo
Não tem dó no peito
Não tem nem talvez ter feito
O que você me fez desapareça
Cresça e desapareça...
Não tem dó no peito
Não tem jeito
Não tem ninguém que mereça
Não tem coração que esqueça
Não tem pé, não tem cabeça
Não dá pé, não é direito
Não foi nada
Eu não fiz nada disso
E você fez
Um Bicho de Sete Cabeças...
Não dá pé
Não tem pé, nem cabeça
Não tem ninguém que mereça (Não tem ninguém que mereça)
Não tem coração que esqueça (Não tem pé, não tem cabeça)
Não tem jeito mesmo
Não tem dó no peito (Não dá pé, não é direito)
Não tem nem talvez ter feito (Não foi nada, eu não fiz nada disso)
O que você me fez desapareça (E você fez um)
Cresça e desapareça... (Bicho de Sete Cabeças)
Bicho de Sete Cabeças!
Bicho de Sete Cabeças!
Bicho de Sete Cabeças!]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 09 15:03:01 +0200</pubDate><itunes:keywords><![CDATA[elba ramalho]]></itunes:keywords></item><item><title><![CDATA[Enrique Mono Villegas - Umbrella]]></title><link>http://www.ivoox.com/enrique-mono-villegas-umbrella-audios-mp3_rf_123181_1.html</link><enclosure url="http://www.ivoox.com/enrique-mono-villegas-umbrella_mf_123181_1.mp3" type="audio/mpeg" /><description><![CDATA[Enrique Mono Villegas - Umbrella
........................................................................]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 09 15:19:29 +0200</pubDate><itunes:keywords><![CDATA[piano, enrique mono villegas]]></itunes:keywords></item><item><title><![CDATA[George Lewis - Bill Bailey]]></title><link>http://www.ivoox.com/george-lewis-bill-bailey-audios-mp3_rf_122673_1.html</link><enclosure url="http://www.ivoox.com/george-lewis-bill-bailey_mf_122673_1.mp3" type="audio/mpeg" /><description><![CDATA[Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home?
She moans the whole night long.
I'll do the cookin', honey, I'll pay the rent
I know that I've done you wrong.

I remember that rainy evenin'
I drove you out with nothin' but a fine tooth comb
I know that I'm to blame, well ain't that a shame,
Bill Bailey, won't you please come home.]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 09 14:31:14 +0200</pubDate><itunes:keywords><![CDATA[george lewis]]></itunes:keywords></item><item><title><![CDATA[Gabriel Fauré - Balada op.19, Jean Phillipe Collard]]></title><link>http://www.ivoox.com/gabriel-faure-balada-op-19-jean-phillipe-collard-audios-mp3_rf_120747_1.html</link><enclosure url="http://www.ivoox.com/gabriel-faure-balada-op-19-jean-phillipe-collard_mf_120747_1.mp3" type="audio/mpeg" /><description><![CDATA[Gabriel Fauré - Balada op.19, Jean Phillipe Collard
.......................................................................]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 09 18:00:24 +0200</pubDate><itunes:keywords><![CDATA[piano, faure, collard]]></itunes:keywords></item><item><title><![CDATA[Huey Lewis - Oh Darling]]></title><link>http://www.ivoox.com/huey-lewis-oh-darling-audios-mp3_rf_119596_1.html</link><enclosure url="http://www.ivoox.com/huey-lewis-oh-darling_mf_119596_1.mp3" type="audio/mpeg" /><description><![CDATA[Oh! Darling, please believe me
I'll never do you no harm
Believe me when I tell you
I'll never do you no harm

Oh! Darling, if you leave me
I'll never make it alone
Believe me when I beg you
Don't ever leave me alone

When you told me you didn't need me anymore
Well you know I nearly broke down and cried
When you told me you didn't need me anymore
Well you know I nearly fell down and died

Oh! Darling, if you leave me
I'll never make it alone
Believe me when I tell you
I'll never do you no harm

When you told me you didn't need me anymore
Well you know I nearly fell down and cried
When you told me you didn't need me anymore
Well you know I nearly fell down and died

Oh! Darling, please believe me
I'll never let you down
Believe me when I tell you
I'll never do you no harm]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 09 13:59:31 +0200</pubDate><itunes:keywords><![CDATA[huey lewis]]></itunes:keywords></item><item><title><![CDATA[Regina Carter - Gabriel Fauré Aprés un reve]]></title><link>http://www.ivoox.com/regina-carter-gabriel-faure-apres-reve-audios-mp3_rf_117996_1.html</link><enclosure url="http://www.ivoox.com/regina-carter-gabriel-faure-apres-reve_mf_117996_1.mp3" type="audio/mpeg" /><description><![CDATA[Après un rêve

...........................................................................]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 09 22:30:07 +0200</pubDate><itunes:keywords><![CDATA[gabriel faure, regina carter]]></itunes:keywords></item><item><title><![CDATA[B.B. King y Bobby Bland - Funny How Time Slips Away]]></title><link>http://www.ivoox.com/b-b-king-bobby-bland-funny-how-audios-mp3_rf_116410_1.html</link><enclosure url="http://www.ivoox.com/b-b-king-bobby-bland-funny-how_mf_116410_1.mp3" type="audio/mpeg" /><description><![CDATA[
(Autor: Willie Nelson)

Well hello there,
My its been a long long time
How am I doin,
Oh well I guess Im doin fine
Its been so long now and it seems that
It was only yesterday
Mmm, aint it funny how time slips away

Hows your new love,
I hope that hes doin fine
Heard you told him, yes baby
That youd love him till the end of time
Well you know, thats the same thing
That you told me
Well it seems like just the other day
Mmm, aint it funny how time slips away

Gotta go now,
Guess Ill see you hanging round
Dont know when though, oh
Never know when Ill be back in town
But I remember what I told you
That in time your gonna pay

Well aint it surprisin how time slips away
Yeah, aint it surprisin how time slips away]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 09 17:43:35 +0200</pubDate><itunes:keywords><![CDATA[blues, bb king, bobby bland]]></itunes:keywords></item><item><title><![CDATA[Schumann Trío con piano op 63 2do movimiento]]></title><link>http://www.ivoox.com/schumann-trio-piano-op-63-2do-movimiento-audios-mp3_rf_115582_1.html</link><enclosure url="http://www.ivoox.com/schumann-trio-piano-op-63-2do-movimiento_mf_115582_1.mp3" type="audio/mpeg" /><description><![CDATA[Leonid Kogan - Violín
Emil Gilels - Piano
Mstislav Rostropovich - Cello]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 09 14:29:33 +0200</pubDate><itunes:keywords><![CDATA[Schumann]]></itunes:keywords></item><item><title><![CDATA[Glenn Gould - Bach BWV 1056, largo]]></title><link>http://www.ivoox.com/glenn-gould-bach-bwv-1056-largo-audios-mp3_rf_106963_1.html</link><enclosure url="http://www.ivoox.com/glenn-gould-bach-bwv-1056-largo_mf_106963_1.mp3" type="audio/mpeg" /><description><![CDATA[Glenn Gould - Bach BWV 1056, largo
........................................................................]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 01 Aug 09 18:24:22 +0200</pubDate><itunes:keywords><![CDATA[Bach, glenn gould]]></itunes:keywords></item><item><title><![CDATA[Enrique Mono Villegas - Privación]]></title><link>http://www.ivoox.com/enrique-mono-villegas-privacion-audios-mp3_rf_106646_1.html</link><enclosure url="http://www.ivoox.com/enrique-mono-villegas-privacion_mf_106646_1.mp3" type="audio/mpeg" /><description><![CDATA[Toda mi vida me he privado de las cosas que no me gustan.]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 09 15:44:03 +0200</pubDate><itunes:keywords><![CDATA[jazz, piano, argentina, enrique mono villegas]]></itunes:keywords></item><item><title><![CDATA[Enrique Mono Villegas - Mood Indigo]]></title><link>http://www.ivoox.com/enrique-mono-villegas-mood-indigo-audios-mp3_rf_106645_1.html</link><enclosure url="http://www.ivoox.com/enrique-mono-villegas-mood-indigo_mf_106645_1.mp3" type="audio/mpeg" /><description><![CDATA[Enrique Mono Villegas - Mood Indigo
.........................................................................]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 09 15:37:54 +0200</pubDate><itunes:keywords><![CDATA[jazz, piano, argentina, enrique mono villegas]]></itunes:keywords></item><item><title><![CDATA[Bob Dylan - Brownville Girl]]></title><link>http://www.ivoox.com/bob-dylan-brownville-girl-audios-mp3_rf_106266_1.html</link><enclosure url="http://www.ivoox.com/bob-dylan-brownville-girl_mf_106266_1.mp3" type="audio/mpeg" /><description><![CDATA[Brownsville Girl

Well, there was this movie I seen one time,
About a man riding 'cross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck.
He was shot down by a hungry kid trying to make a name for himself.
The townspeople wanted to crush that kid down and string him up by the neck.

Well, the marshal, now he beat that kid to a bloody pulp
as the dying gunfighter lay in the sun and gasped for his last breath.
Turn him loose, let him go, let him say he outdrew me fair and square,
I want him to feel what it's like to every moment face his death.

Well, I keep seeing this stuff and it just comes a-rolling in
And you know it blows right through me like a ball and chain.
You know I can't believe we've lived so long and are still so far apart.
The memory of you keeps callin' after me like a rollin' train.

I can still see the day that you came to me on the painted desert
In your busted down Ford and your platform heels
I could never figure out why you chose that particular place to meet
Ah, but you were right. It was perfect as I got in behind the wheel.

Well, we drove that car all night into San Anton'
And we slept near the Alamo, your skin was so tender and soft.
Way down in Mexico you went out to find a doctor and you never came back.
I would have gone on after you but I didn't feel like letting my head get blown off.

Well, we're drivin' this car and the sun is comin' up over the Rockies,
Now I know she ain't you but she's here and she's got that dark rhythm in her soul.
But I'm too over the edge and I ain't in the mood anymore to remember the times when I was your only man
And she don't want to remind me. She knows this car would go out of control.

Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls, teeth like pearls shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love.

Well, we crossed the panhandle and then we headed towards Amarillo
We pulled up where Henry Porter used to live.
He owned a wreckin' lot outside of town about a mile.
Ruby was in the backyard hanging clothes, she had her red hair tied back.
She saw us come rolling up in a trail of dust.
She said, "Henry ain't here but you can come on in, he'll be back in a little while."

Then she told us how times were tough and about how she was thinkin' of bummin' a ride back to where she started.
But ya know, she changed the subject every time money came up.
She said, "Welcome to the land of the living dead." You could tell she was so broken-hearted.
She said, "Even the swap meets around here are getting pretty corrupt."

"How far are y'all going?" Ruby asked us with a sigh.
"We're going all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn,
'Til the sun peels the paint and the seat covers fade and the water moccasin dies."
Ruby just smiled and said, "Ah, you know some babies never learn."

Something about that movie though, well I just can't get it out of my head
But I can't remember why I was in it or what part I was supposed to play.
All I remember about it was Gregory Peck and the way people moved
And a lot of them seemed to be lookin' my way.

Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls, teeth like pearls shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love.

Well, they were looking for somebody with a pompadour.
I was crossin' the street when shots rang out.
I didn't know whether to duck or to run, so I ran.
"We got him cornered in the churchyard," I heard somebody shout.

Well, you saw my picture in the Corpus Christi Tribune. Underneath it, it said, "A man with no alibi."
You went out on a limb to testify for me, you said I was with you.
Then when I saw you break down in front of the judge and cry real tears,
It was the best acting I saw anybody do.

Now I've always been the kind of person that doesn't like to trespass but sometimes you just find yourself over the line.
Oh if there's an original thought out there, I could use it right now.
You know, I feel pretty good, but that ain't sayin' much. I could feel a whole lot better,
If you were just here by my side to show me how.

Well, I'm standin' in line in the rain to see a movie starring Gregory Peck,
Yeah, but you know it's not the one that I had in mind.
He's got a new one out now, I don't even know what it's about
But I'll see him in anything so I'll stand in line.

Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls, teeth like pearls shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love.

You know, it's funny how things never turn out the way you had 'em planned.
The only thing we knew for sure about Henry Porter is that his name wasn't Henry Porter.
And you know there was somethin' about you baby that I liked that was always too good for this world
Just like you always said there was something about me you liked that I left behind in the French Quarter.

Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than people who are most content.
I don't have any regrets, they can talk about me plenty when I'm gone.
You always said people don't do what they believe in, they just do what's most convenient, then they repent.
And I always said, "Hang on to me, baby, and let's hope that the roof stays on."

There was a movie I seen one time, I think I sat through it twice.
I don't remember who I was or where I was bound.
All I remember about it was it starred Gregory Peck, he wore a gun and he was shot in the back.
Seems like a long time ago, long before the stars were torn down.

Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls, teeth like pearls shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love.

Copyright ©1986 Special Rider Music]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 09 15:38:57 +0200</pubDate><itunes:keywords><![CDATA[bob dylan]]></itunes:keywords></item><item><title><![CDATA[Martina Topley-Bird - Poison]]></title><link>http://www.ivoox.com/martina-topley-bird-poison-audios-mp3_rf_105297_1.html</link><enclosure url="http://www.ivoox.com/martina-topley-bird-poison_mf_105297_1.mp3" type="audio/mpeg" /><description><![CDATA[POISON

Just the memory of you
It feels like poison
Still the memory of you
It feels like poison
It kills like poison

Why you do the things you do?
It feels like poison
I can only love you
It feels like poison

If not for you
No love in front of me
Nobody told you
It's not how it's supposed to be

Make a wish and blow it out
Love will begin again
I don't want to be a clown
The whole town is laughing
Behind my back, you're supposed to be a friend

If not for you
No love in front of me
Nobody told you
It's not how it's supposed to be
It’s not how it’s supposed to be
It’s not how it’s supposed to be
It’s not how it’s supposed to be
It’s not how it’s supposed to be

It feels like poison
Why you do the things you do?
It feels like poison
Why you do the things you do?
It feels like poison
Why you do the things you do?
It feels like poison]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 09 14:51:49 +0200</pubDate><itunes:keywords><![CDATA[martina topley bird]]></itunes:keywords></item></channel></rss>
