Russian Red

A día de hoy (31 de agosto de 2008), este es el cabecero de la página oficial de Russian Red.

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Otra foto promocional de I love your glasses.

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Todo parece indicar que Radio 3 está dando sus últimos coletazos vitales tras la jubilación obligada de algunos de sus más respetados profesionales y su progresiva reconversión desde la emisión músical al magacín.

Russian Red

Sin embargo, aún queda tiempo para seguir disfrutando de uno de los eventos más respetados por el mundillo independiente estatal: los conciertos de Radio 3.

Por el escenario de los conciertos de Radio 3 han pasado promesas musicales estatales de las últimas décadas. Algunas no llegaron a sobrevivir al tiempo, otras se consagraron.

Russian Red estará en los escenarios de Radio 3 el próximo 1 de septiembre, grabando un concierto a las 12 del mediodía. Espero que lo emitan pronto porque seguro que el resultado será interesante.

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Otro fragmento del concierto en Búho Real (Madrid) el pasado 25 de mayo, esta vez una cover de un clásico del siglo XX como Over the rainbow.

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Russian Red - Girls just want to have fun (versión original de Cindy Lauper)

I come home in the morning light
My mother says when you gonna live your life right
Oh mother dear we’re not the fortunate ones
And girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun

The phone rings in the middle of the night
My father yells what you gonna do with your life
Oh daddy dear you know you’re still number one
But girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have -

That’s all they really want
Some fun
When the working day is done
Girls - they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun

Some boys take a beautiful girl
And hide her away from the rest of the world
I want to be the one to walk in the sun
Oh girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have

That’s all they really want
Some fun
When the working day is done
Girls - they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun,
They want to have fun,
They want to have fun….

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Russian Red - Just Like A Wall

On my way, way to the stars, I found…
You were there, laying down, next to a hole
Oh, hold me
You said, you had faith in God above
But it seemed that you didn’t believe
In reality, in people on earth
In people to whom you’ve given birth

And I forgot to call you
This is just what I do
You stand there just like a wall that
I can’t even try to talk to you.

I wrote down all of your thoughts,
Well, the ones you let me see
When you’re not watching TV.
You said you’d go for a walk
But that was three weeks ago and now
You spend your time counting the pages
Of a second hand bible pocket edition that you have.

And I forgot to call you
This is just what I do
You stand there just like a wall that
I can’t even try to talk to you.

And I forgot to call
This is just how I work
I stand there still like a photo on your hands
That you can’t try to explain yourself.

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Russian Red - Timing Is Crucial

I’m falling, I’m falling on the bed
that I got ready in my head.
How many times been to places, and places came to me?
Now by the corner of my eye I’m checking the mirrors upside down
And I thought, that timing is crucial in the next step. Timing is crucial.

Don’t believe the lies I said, I was just forcing myself
’cause timing was crucial in the next step, timing is crucial.

Now by the corner of my eye I’m checking the mirrors upside
but they don’t seem to give reflections of what there is behind.
Timing is crucial.

Don’t believe the lies I said, I was just forcing myself
’cause timing was crucial in the next step, timing is crucial.
Don’t forget the lies I said, I was just trying to help ourselves
’cause timing had been crucial from the very first step.
Timing is crucial.

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Russian Red - Walls Are Tired

Walls are tired, of holding the same old ceilings
words have found their way to stay in
& they don’t let out feelings

It’s written badly but verses say she’s mad & creepy
& the rest of things we kind of know.
They say there’ll never be a girl like her again
with her socks up to her knees & her obsession ’bout bees.

And with her eyes that she uses to touch
Everything, everything she looks at.

Cups are tired of being filled with the same coffee.
The floor can’t stand that people stepping on won’t even say sorry.
They say there’ll never be a girl like her again
with her socks up to her knees & her obsession ’bout bees.

And with her eyes that she uses to touch
everything, everything she looks at.

Don’t stay longer staring at her eyes.

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Russian Red - Take Me Home

It’s your guitar that discovers you wilde
for all I can see is the dark of a sky
and the plumbs in a glass jar of wine.

Take me home, take me home, take me home, don’t know
Take me home, take me home, take me home, don’t know
how I got here, but now you…

Take me home, take me home, take me home, don’t know
take me home, take me home, take me home, don’t know
how I subsist with candled up nights and pure spirits I
don’t know how you dragged me here.

And it’s my guitar that discovers me blind
for all I can see is the clarity side
and the bones someone spat
on the trash from the plumbs…

Take me home, take me home, take me home, don’t know
Take me home, take me home, take me home, don’t know
how I got here, but now you…

Take me home, take me home, take me home, don’t know
how I subsist with candled up nights and pure spirits I
don’t know how you dragged me here.

If you can call the name of our hope
that probably means I’m not there.
Take me home, take me home, take me home, don’t know
how…

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Russian Red - Kiss My Elbow

And every five minutes I look at the door
and I see you naked.
And there’s a question that comes up to my mind
I wonder whether you are blind.

But if I try to find, it’d be the same old story
time after time.
Oh, oh, show me your eyes, please do
Oh baby, show me your eyes.

And every five minutes I look at the door,
and there you are with your clothes on, you changed this time
now you are kissing my elbow, is that how you say it?
I really have doubts and questions about.

But if I try to find, it’d be the same old story, story, story…
Oh, oh, show me your eyes, please do
Oh baby, show me your eyes.

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