La música (del griego: μουσική [τέχνη] - mousikē [téchnē], "el arte de las musas") es, según la definición tradicional del término, el arte de organizar sensible y lógicamente una combinación coherente de sonidos y silencios utilizando los principios fundamentales de la melodía, la armonía y el ritmo, mediante la intervención de complejos procesos psico-anímicos. El concepto de música ha ido evolucionando desde su origen en la antigua Grecia, en que se reunía sin distinción a la poesía, la música y la danza como arte unitario. Desde hace varias décadas se ha vuelto más compleja la definición de qué es y qué no es la música, ya que destacados compositores, en el marco de diversas experiencias artísticas fronterizas, han realizado obras que, si bien podrían considerarse musicales, expanden los límites de la definición de este arte.
Musica De Los 80
- Aerosmith - Janie´s got a gun:
Dum, dum, dum, honey what have you done?
Dum, dum, dum it´s the sound of my gun.
Dum, dum, dum, honey what have you done?
Dum, dum, dum it´s the sound
Janie´s got a gun
Janie´s got a gun
Her whole world´s come undone
From lookin´ straight at the sun
What did her daddy do?
What did he put you through?
They said when Janie was arrested
they found him underneath a train
But man, he had it comin´ Now that Janie´s got a gun
she ain´t never gonna be the same.
Janie´s got a gun
Janie´s got a gun
Her dog day´s just begun
Now everybody is on the run
Tell me now it´s untrue.
What did her daddy do?
He jacked a little bitty baby
The man has got to be insane
They say the spell that he was under the lightning and the
thunder knew that someone had to stop the rain
Run away, run away from the pain yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Run away run away from the pain yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Run away, run away, run, run away
Janie´s got a gun
Janie´s got a gun
Her dog day´s just begun
Now everybody is on the run
What did her daddy do?
It´s Janie´s last I.O.U.
She had to take him down easy and put a bullet in his brain
She said ´cause nobody believes me. The man was such a sleeze.
He ain´t never gonna be the same.
Run away, run away from the pain yeah, yeah
yeah yeah yeah
Run away run away from the pain yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Run away, run away, run, run away
Janie´s got a gun
Janie´s got a gun
Janie´s got a gun
Everybody is on the run
Janie´s got a gun
Her dog day´s just begun
Now everybody is on the run
Because Janie´s got a gun
Janie´s got a gun
Her dog day´s just begun
Now everybody is on the run
Janie´s got a gun
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
And think of you
Caught up in circles
Confusion is nothing new
Flashback warm nights
Almost left behind
Suitcases of memories,
Time after
Sometimes you picture me
I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me,
I can't hear what you've said
Then you say go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
After my picture fades
And darkness has turned to gray
Watching through windows
You're wondering if I'm OK
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
You said go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
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