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lunes, 1 de octubre de 2018

Believer imagine dragon 3º B

This is the song that 3º B has chosen:








 A  LITTLE BIT OF THE MUSIC.. BELIEVER" by Olga Fernandez .






First things first
I'ma say all the words inside my head
I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh ooh
The way that things have been, oh ooh
Second thing second
Don't you tell me what you think that I can be
I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea, oh ooh
The master of my sea, oh ooh
I was broken from a young age
Taking my sulking to the masses
Write down my poems for the few
That looked at me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me
Singing from heartache from the pain
Taking my message from the veins
Speaking my lesson from the brain
Seeing the beauty through the
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
(Pain, pain)
You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer
(Pain)
Oh let the bullets fly, oh let them rain
My life, my love, my drive, it came from
(Pain)
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
Third things third
Send a prayer to the ones up above
All the hate that you've heard has turned your spirit to a dove, oh ooh
Your spirit up above, oh ooh
I was choking in the crowd
Building my rain up in the cloud
Falling like ashes to the ground
Hoping my feelings, they would drown
But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing
Inhibited, limited
'Til it broke up and it rained down
It rained down, like
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
(Pain, pain)
You break me down, you built me up, believer, believer
(Pain)
I let the bullets fly, oh let them rain
My life, my love, my drive, it came from
(Pain)
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
Last things last
By the grace of the fire and the flames
You're the face of the future, the blood in my veins, oh ooh
The blood in my veins, oh ooh
But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing
Inhibited, limited
'Til it broke up and it rained down
It rained down, like
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
(Pain, pain)
You break me down, you built me up, believer, believer
(Pain)
I let the bullets fly, oh let them rain
My life, my love, my drive, it came from
(Pain)
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

LO SIENTO BERET 3º A

This song has been chosen by the students of 3rd A of Eso.

Let's know a little bit about Beret:



When the press and the major record companies knew who Beret was, it was already late. The hundreds of millions of reproductions that accumulated their songs on YouTube spoke for themselves: I did not need anyone to succeed.

In fact, he did need help at the beginning, before everything started: that of his friends. He had several songs composed and recorded in a homemade way, but he did not dare upload them to the internet. "I am a super-introverted person, and I was reluctant to release my songs. My friends did it, without telling me, "explains the young star. «What I like the most about this work is to compose, the rest no longer so much. I enjoy the concerts, but I do not have as much time as I experience in a recording studio. In fact I never wanted to be a singer, as a child I always said I wanted to study sound, to work with the music of other people, "he says. Therefore, when it was time to present their own songs to the public, the ghost of stage fright wandered through his dressing room. "In the first concert I gave in my life there were more than five hundred people. I was in the dressing room saying, 'What's going to come out of all this?' I did not know how an artist was prepared in those situations. Now I have more serenity, but at first it was crazy.



The key, in the lyrics:

His shy nature has also been reflected in the content of his video clips, in which it is not usual to see his face. «I love the lyric-videos (where you can read the lyrics on a normally static background), because they leave more space for the imagination. If I put you images constantly, the song stops having many interpretations, which is my goal as a composer after all ».


In order to understand its success, it is necessary to attend precisely to its lyrics, in which it expresses directly, simply and sincerely the problems of an entire generation that has identified itself with its way of understanding life. "There is only one issue that I feel unable to write about: anxiety," he confesses. "I have an anxiety disorder for four years, and those of us who suffer this, get worse when we talk about it. If I tried today, it would be like going back ».




Sing the song:


Play the recorder:



Tú siempre decías que nunca te irías si no te iría bien
No luchar por lo que quieres solo tiene un nombre y se llama perder
Si te hice daño no fue sin quererte sino sin querer
Dime sólo qué prefieres si tienes la opción de tener o temer
Tú sólo piensas en cómo se acaba
Yo sólo pienso en cómo acabaré
Un día me dices "me faltan las ganas"
Otro lo pienso y nunca te gané
Yo que hice todo porque te quedaras
Ahora lo pienso con qué me quedé
Tiempo perdido quizás lo he ganado
De echarte de menos a decirte que:
Lo siento por hacerte perder el tiempo
Por pensar que hacer otro intento
Por tenerte, lucharte y sentirte te haría feliz
Reviento porque a veces ni yo me entiendo
Cómo voy a entender lo nuestro
Si nunca te entendí ni a ti
Yo sé que en importarme el pasado que antes matabas sólo es crecer
Que nunca hemos sido dos ya que contando el miedo éramos tres
Porque somos tan iguales que si tú te vas yo me voy también
El fallo es tener un problema y nunca aprender
Si vas a quedarte que sea conmigo
Si vas a correr que sea por el filo
Sé que el futuro no estaba delante
Ahora sí me doy cuenta que está contigo
Ya gané al tiempo y no está perdido
Yo nunca recuerdo pero no olvido
Existen más cartas que nunca se dieron
Porque ya no hay fuerzas por quien la ha escrito
Lo siento por hacerte perder el tiempo
Por pensar que hacer otro intento
Por tenerte lucharte y sentirte te haría feliz
Reviento porque a veces ni yo me entiendo
Cómo voy a entender lo nuestro
Si nunca te entendí ni a ti
Porque tus acuerdos dirán dónde estás y tus fallos tan sólo por dónde ir
De qué me vale la cantidad si sólo la intensidad va a hacerme feliz
Antes de hacer lo que va destrozarnos, prefiero observarte y hacerte a ti
Ya no comprendes que no puedo darte aquello que no tengo y no vive en mí
Lo siento por hacerte perder el tiempo
Por pensar que hacer otro intento
Por tenerte lucharte y sentirte te haría feliz
Reviento porque a veces ni yo me entiendo
Cómo voy a entender lo nuestro
Si nunca te entendí ni a ti
Tú siempre decías que nunca te irías si no te iría bien
No luchar por lo que quieres sólo tiene un nombre y se llama perder
Si te hice daño no fue sin quererte sino sin querer
Dime solo qué prefieres si tienes la opción de tener o temer