Es el agua de la Isla

Definitivamente, el sonido que sale de esa parte del mundo dice como va la cosa... The Fratellis son una banda escocesa que cumplira dos años de formada el 4 de marzo... son tres, un power trio de Glasgow: Jon Fratelli - voz & guitarra; Barry Fratelli - bajo; Mince Fratelli - batería, coros y de vez en cuando también toca la guitarra y el banjo...

El año pasado en septiembre The Fratellis editaron Costello Music, de ahí sale esta pieza que tiene vida propia; Zael dijo que le brincó de las bocinas... algo parecido sucedió cuando editores, programadores, músicos, investigadores, ejecutivos, técnicos y especialistas que integran el equipo de Galaxy fm escucharon en conjunto el disco entero, es verdaderamente refrescante... corre a tu supermercado más cercano a comprarlo...

... cortesía de sus amigos de Galaxy fm —que descansa antena hoy, lunes y jueves, un mp3 dominguero, creo que podría escucharlo tres horas seguidas...

The Fratellis - Baby Fratelli.mp3

She said oh my, I don't know why I was just busy watching everyone go by Outside the shite bar, and you're a red car Me and your girlfriend and your sister with the big scar I said oh Christ, I told you twice It's just not easy going through all these things thrice What's this I wonder, you drive a bluebird You got no money for the petrol, that's what I heard And it's all right, she'll be sucking fingers all night Wearing those shoes, oh any excuse to go to the gang fight And oh she's alright, everybody says she's uptight Sick in the head, first in the bed So easy to be Friday's nightmare I said oh no, oh please just go You got no eyelids and sweet ella loves me so She got my number, though I can't stand her I can't help diggin her a hope I guess I wonder And oh it's clear, you want me dear It would be easier if I was never here You got the money, and I got the reason, I'll stick around with you for just another season And it's alright, she'll be sucking fingers all night Wearing those shoes, oh any excuse to go to the gang fight And oh she's alright, everybody says she's uptight Sick in the head, first in the bed So easy to be Friday's nightmare She's just getting along, So don't tell me she's yours Oh please tell me I'm wrong again It's all in a day, So what can you say Just sleep in yer shoes With the winterbox blues Any time you choose, Oh yeah She said oh my, I don't know why I was just busy watching everyone go by What's this I wonder, you drive a bluebird You got no money for the petrol, that's what I heard And it's alright, she'll be sucking fingers all night Wearing those shoes, oh any excuse to go to the gang fight And oh she's alright, everybody says she's uptight Sick in the head, first in the bed So easy to be Friday's wonder