LA NUEVA OLA

(1958 1970)

TAMARA CAMPOS PARDO

CAMILA ROBLES CDIZ
PROFESOR: LORENA VALDIVIA
 QU ES?

Primer gran fenmeno de ventas de la msica en Chile.

Surgi en 1958, bajo el de la radio y televisin, donde el pblico
masivo se acerca de manera incipiente a la msica Rock.
La industria musical chilena dio cabida a jvenes intrpretes
nacionales.
El movimiento tuvo una estrecha relacin con la televisin y
radio.
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"BLUE SUEDE SHOES"
WELL, IT'S ONE FOR THE MONEY,
TWO FOR THE SHOW,
THREE TO GET READY,
NOW GO, CAT, GO.

BUT DON'T YOU STEP ON MY BLUE SUEDE SHOES.

YOU CAN DO ANYTHING BUT LAY OFF OF MY BLUE
SUEDE SHOES.

WELL, YOU CAN KNOCK ME DOWN,

STEP IN MY FACE,
SLANDER MY NAME
ALL OVER THE PLACE.

DO ANYTHING THAT YOU WANT TO DO, BUT UH-UH,

HONEY, LAY OFF OF MY SHOES
DON'T YOU STEP ON MY BLUE SUEDE SHOES.
YOU CAN DO ANYTHING BUT LAY OFF OF MY BLUE
SUEDE SHOES.

YOU CAN BURN MY HOUSE,

STEAL MY CAR,
DRINK MY LIQUOR
FROM AN OLD FRUITJAR.

DO ANYTHING THAT YOU WANT TO DO, BUT UH-UH,

HONEY, LAY OFF OF MY SHOES
DON'T YOU STEP ON MY BLUE SUEDE SHOES.
YOU CAN DO ANYTHING BUT LAY OFF OF MY BLUE
SUEDE SHOES.
One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock, rock
Five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock, rock
Nine, ten, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, rock
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight
Put your glad rags on and join me, hon'
We'll have some fun when the clock strikes
one
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight
We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad
daylight
We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the
clock tonight

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Wop bop a loo bop a lop bom
bom!
Tutti frutti, oh rutti
Tutti frutti, oh rutti
Tutti frutti, oh rutti
Tutti frutti, oh rutti
Tutti frutti, oh rutti
Wop bop a loo bop a lop ba ba!
I got a gal, named Sue, she
knows just what to do
I got a gal, named Sue, she
knows just what to do
She rock to the East, she rock
to the West
She is the gal that I love best

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Frutti Lyrics | MetroLyrics
Pretty woman, walkin' down the street
Pretty woman the kind I like to meet
Pretty woman I don't believe you, you're
not the truth
No one could look as good as you,
mercy
Pretty woman won't you pardon me
Pretty woman I couldn't help but see
Pretty woman that you look lovely as can
be
Are you lonely just like me
Nights in white satin
Never reaching the end
Letters I've written
Never meaning to send
Beauty I've always missed
With these eyes before
Just what the truth is
I can't say any more
Cause I love you
Yes I love you
Oh how I love you

Gazing at people some hand in hand

Just what I'm going through they can't understand
Some try to tell me thoughts they cannot defend
Just what you want to be you will be in the end

And I love you

Yes I love you
Oh how I love you
Oh how I love you
 DONOVAN
When I look out my window,
Many sights to see.
And when I look in my window,
So many different people to be
That it's strange, so strange.
You've got to pick up every stitch,
You've got to pick up every stitch,
You've got to pick up every stitch,
Mmm, must be the season of the witch,
Must be the season of the witch, yeah,
Must be the season of the witch.
 THE DOORS
LIGHT MY FIRE People are strange when you're a
You know that it would be stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
untrue Women seem wicked when you're
You know that i would be unwanted
a liar Streets are uneven, when you're
If was to say to you down
When you're strange
Girl, we couldn't get much Faces come out of the rain
higher When you're strange
No one remembers your name
Come on baby, light my When you're strange
When you're strange
fire When you're strange
Come on baby, light my People are strange when you're a
fire stranger
Try to set the night on Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're
fire unwandown

The time to hesitate is

through
 STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure

'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,

And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the
trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.
INTI ILLIMANI