- published: 13 Jun 2007
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Puig (Catalan pronunciation: [putʃ]; Spanish pronunciation: [pwiɣ]) is a name of Catalan origin, meaning "hill" or "mountain." Hence, in Catalan-speaking areas, it appears in the names of numerous people and geographical features:
Miqui Puig y sus muchachos viviendo su época más dulce en 1992, año del soberbio "Encasadenadie", un trabajo producido -cómo no- por el maestro Jesús N. Gómez, que impregnó este megahit con el "Manchester Sound" tipo Stone Roses (como en "La puerta de los sueños" de La Frontera y "En la estación" de Rico, otras 2 maravillas que llevan su firma). En la versión que todos conocemos, del rapeado de Pedro Navaja se encarga Santiago Auserón, que aquí no oímos por razones obvias. A los más jóvenes quizás os cueste creer la enorme repercusión que tuvo el grupo con este disco, abanderados de la nueva cultura mod que abrazaba tanto a Audrey Hepburn como a Colin Macinnes.
"Miqui Puig av konzert, Stockholm 1968" es el vídeo Musical extraído del single EL SIRVIENTE del disco IMPAR. Dirigido por Santi Trullenque. Esta es la versión del director. *** "Miqui Puig av konzert, Stockholm 1968" is the music video Santi Trullenque has directed for Miqui Puig's El Sirviente [The Servant]. This is the director's cut, with a longer introduction and a Swedish voice-over.
I'm putting your patience to the test.
I'm putting your body on the line, for less.
And didn't you know there was a choice?
It's never yours but someone elses voice.
Slippin' your body through the street.
I'm sending your girlfriends to the night, for cheat.
Wearing a jacket, made of meat.
Sending a letter waved with walls so sweet.
And now you've heard that...
Waves turn to grey.
Life in the shade.
A violent cloud.
And that's on USA.
Bad moon's on the rise,
Window's in the sky.
I'm just trying' to find...
A mountain I can climb.
I'm putting your patience to the test.
I'm putting your body on the line, for less.
And didn't you know there was a choice?
It's never yours but someone elses voice.
And now you've seen that...
Waltz on the grey.
Life in the shade.
A violent cloud,
And that's on USA.
Born on the rise.
Circles in the skies.
I'm just tryin' to find...
A mountain I can climb.
Tell us, are you gonna tell us?
Why do we feel so jealous?
Why do we feel so silent?
Why is it always silent?
(I didn't want to ask you baby, I didn't want you to suffer , and everybody is singing .... )
Why are you waiting? By the door...
Life turns to dust,
And waiting turns to rust.
Gossip is a truth.
A little bit for the lie you took.
And why do you look surprised?
Ever since I'm in the skies.
I'm just tryin' to find,