{"id":1555,"date":"2019-05-26T08:06:21","date_gmt":"2019-05-26T08:06:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.elojocuadrado.com\/?p=1555"},"modified":"2021-04-17T16:18:40","modified_gmt":"2021-04-17T16:18:40","slug":"street-music-4-the-one-man-band","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.elojocuadrado.com\/?p=1555","title":{"rendered":"Street Music 4 \u2013 The One Man Band"},"content":{"rendered":"<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>La m\u00fasica es sin\u00f3nimo de libertad, de tocar lo que quieras y como quieras, <\/em><\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>siempre que sea bueno y tenga pasi\u00f3n, que la m\u00fasica sea el alimento del amor<\/em><\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Kurt Cobain (1967 \u2013 1994)<\/em><\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.elojocuadrado.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/03\/112-Street-Music-4-The-one-man-band.jpg\" data-rel=\"lightbox-0\" title=\"Street Music 4 &#8211; The one man band\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-1544\" src=\"http:\/\/www.elojocuadrado.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/03\/112-Street-Music-4-The-one-man-band-300x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.elojocuadrado.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/03\/112-Street-Music-4-The-one-man-band-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.elojocuadrado.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/03\/112-Street-Music-4-The-one-man-band-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/www.elojocuadrado.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/03\/112-Street-Music-4-The-one-man-band-768x768.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.elojocuadrado.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/03\/112-Street-Music-4-The-one-man-band.jpg 848w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/h6>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me<br \/>\nI&#8217;m not sleepy and there is no place I&#8217;m going to<br \/>\nHey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me<br \/>\nIn the jingle jangle morning I&#8217;ll come following you<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Though I know that evening&#8217;s empire has returned into sand<br \/>\nVanished from my hand<br \/>\nLeft me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping<br \/>\nMy weariness amazes me, I&#8217;m branded on my feet<br \/>\nI have no one to meet<br \/>\nAnd the ancient empty street&#8217;s too dead for dreaming<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me<br \/>\nI&#8217;m not sleepy and there is no place I&#8217;m going to<br \/>\nHey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me<br \/>\nIn the jingle jangle morning I&#8217;ll come following you<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship<br \/>\nMy senses have been stripped<br \/>\nMy hands can&#8217;t feel to grip<br \/>\nMy toes too numb to step<br \/>\nWait only for my boot heels to be wandering<br \/>\nI&#8217;m ready to go anywhere, I&#8217;m ready for to fade<br \/>\nInto my own parade<br \/>\nCast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me<br \/>\nI&#8217;m not sleepy and there is no place I&#8217;m going to<br \/>\nHey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me<br \/>\nIn the jingle jangle morning I&#8217;ll come following you<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s not aimed at anyone<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s just escaping on the run<br \/>\nAnd but for the sky there are no fences facing<br \/>\nAnd if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme<br \/>\nTo your tambourine in time<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s just a ragged clown behind<br \/>\nI wouldn&#8217;t pay it any mind<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s just a shadow you&#8217;re seeing that he&#8217;s chasing<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me<br \/>\nI&#8217;m not sleepy and there is no place I&#8217;m going to<br \/>\nHey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me<br \/>\nIn the jingle jangle morning I&#8217;ll come following you<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind<br \/>\nDown the foggy ruins of time<br \/>\nFar past the frozen leaves<br \/>\nThe haunted frightened trees<br \/>\nOut to the windy beach<br \/>\nFar from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow<br \/>\nYes, to dance beneath the diamond sky<br \/>\nWith one hand waving free<br \/>\nSilhouetted by the sea<br \/>\nCircled by the circus sands<br \/>\nWith all memory and fate<br \/>\nDriven deep beneath the waves<br \/>\nLet me forget about today until tomorrow<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me<br \/>\nI&#8217;m not sleepy and there is no place I&#8217;m going to<br \/>\nHey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me<br \/>\nIn the jingle jangle morning I&#8217;ll come following you<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Mr. Tambourine Man &#8211; Autor: Bob Dylan<\/em><\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Incluida en el \u00e1lbum \u00bb\u00a0<i>Bringing It All Back Home\u00bb\u00a0<\/i>de Bob Dylan<\/em><\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #a5b0a5;\"><em>Datos T\u00e9cnicos<\/em><\/span><\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #a5b0a5;\"><em>Ljubljana &#8211; 09\/07\/2014<\/em><\/span><\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #a5b0a5;\"><em>Canon EOS 5D Mk II\u00a0 + Canon EF 24-105mm f\/4L IS USMi<\/em><\/span><\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #a5b0a5;\"><em>Distancia Focal: 105 mm.<\/em><\/span><\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #a5b0a5;\"><em>Diafragma: f\/4.0\u00a0 \u00a0Velocidad: 1\/100\u00a0 \u00a01250 ISO<\/em><\/span><\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>La m\u00fasica es sin\u00f3nimo de libertad, de tocar lo que quieras y como quieras, siempre que sea bueno y tenga pasi\u00f3n, que la m\u00fasica sea el alimento del amor Kurt Cobain (1967 \u2013 1994) &nbsp; &nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[28,47],"tags":[36],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elojocuadrado.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1555"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elojocuadrado.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elojocuadrado.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elojocuadrado.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elojocuadrado.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1555"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/www.elojocuadrado.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1555\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1617,"href":"https:\/\/www.elojocuadrado.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1555\/revisions\/1617"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elojocuadrado.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1555"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elojocuadrado.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1555"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elojocuadrado.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1555"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}