The much-requested video is here! Just remember this is what I personally find helpful; you'll discover a lot about how you learn and study best as you continue on in your studies.. this video will probably be a good place to start, though!
I hope this helps out everyone who is going through exams. =) Please remember to take care of yourselves!
The aim is to give students more practice through listening to music or extracts of films or tv shows. I would like them to have more contact with other ways of expression like songs or poems. Finally, I will use videos where teachers explain different strategies to improve their English.
viernes, 25 de noviembre de 2011
EXAM STRESS
George Turnbull, answers a question about how to cope with exam stress.
miércoles, 23 de noviembre de 2011
Sleepy Teens and early classes.
Very interesting topic discussed by people from different countries. It is a good practice for your listening (subtitles will help some students. She pronounces extremely clear and slow. This kind of topic could be found in a text in PAU. Here you will get several ideas related to a problem at schools all aroud the world.
domingo, 20 de noviembre de 2011
Seaber. Softship
With a softship
Didn't know where I was going
We'll always find a way
Let you know that my blood is flowing
You see right through her heart
To keep from showing
When my heart is glowing
It kept us awake all night
Hoping that one day we might
Sing together
And I rose up
With the waves in the water
And I rose
With the waves in the water
[ Seabear Lyrics are found on www.findlyrics.com ]
I tore up the forest
Didn't fear anything at all
I'll always find a way
Take you apart
Put you back together
Put my name into her eyes
To keep from falling
Out of the stars
And I rose up
With the waves in the water
And I rose
With the waves in the water
Didn't know where I was going
We'll always find a way
Let you know that my blood is flowing
You see right through her heart
To keep from showing
When my heart is glowing
It kept us awake all night
Hoping that one day we might
Sing together
And I rose up
With the waves in the water
And I rose
With the waves in the water
[ Seabear Lyrics are found on www.findlyrics.com ]
I tore up the forest
Didn't fear anything at all
I'll always find a way
Take you apart
Put you back together
Put my name into her eyes
To keep from falling
Out of the stars
And I rose up
With the waves in the water
And I rose
With the waves in the water
sábado, 19 de noviembre de 2011
First Aid Kit. Tangerine
First Aid Kit is a Swedish folk duo composed of sisters Johanna (b. 1990) and Klara (b. 1993) Söderberg, whose close vocal harmonies and woodsy, folk-influenced songwriting take influence from the likes of Fleet Foxes and Joanna Newsom. Hailing from Enskede, a southern suburb of Stockholm, the teenaged siblings began composing songs in 2007. Their 2008 YouTube video cover of the song "Tiger Mountain Peasant Song" by the Fleet Foxes spread their name rapidly on the Internet, the sisters subsequently appeared alongside Fleet Foxes performing the song in a concert in Holland.
Starting out in 2007, the sisters sent a demo tape of their home-recorded "Tangerine" to Swedish radio on which it later enjoyed airplay in the summer. Later that year the duo signed to Rabid Records, a label co-owned by the Swedish electronic duo The Knife. April 2008 saw the release of the debut EP Drunken Trees in Sweden. The London-based Wichita Records label reissued the EP one year later, bolstering its track list with a reverent cover of Fleet Foxes' "Tiger Mountain Peasant Song" and videos of three songs performed live in a Swedish forest. During First Aid Kit's early years the duo had a collection of songs posted on the social networking site Myspace, one of which was "Cross Oceans", a re-recording of which later appeared on Drunken Trees.
2010 saw the release of their debut album The Big Black & The Blue which was followed by an extensive tour (around 100 shows) of the UK, USA, Canada, Australia, New Zealand and parts of Europe, headlining the Thursday night at the Primavera Festival in Barcelona. While playing a concert in Nashville the duo was approached by Jack White who after seeing their show requested them to record a single for his Third Man Records series. In February 2011 the duo collaborated with Bright Eyes during their performance of Lua, it was later revealed that their upcoming album will be produced by Mike Mogis.
Fanfarlo. Harold T. Wilkins
You’ve been packing your bags for the tenth time
You’ve been up on the roof again
And you’re biding your time but it’s all right they’re coming any week now
Left behind by the mothership, they’re our only real friends
And inside, you’ll always feel the same, even when you wake up
Even if you wake up
In a town where everyone will kick and scream
And come to the same conclusion every time
Time to realise you were never on the team
There was always a question hanging over you
In a hot air balloon with a rusty nail
Looking over your shoulder and setting sail
Your dreams will become part of the future and coincide with the past
You spend all your time by the radio waiting for the signal
But inside, you’ll always feel the same, even when you wake up
Even if you wake up
In a town where everyone will kick and scream
And come to the same conclusion every time
Time to realise you were never on the team
There was always a question hanging over you
In a hot air balloon with a rusty nail
Looking over your shoulder and setting sail
They drive the same road drifting over to your side
They drive the same road turn the lights on again
They sail the same strait turn the lights on again
You’ve been up on the roof again
And you’re biding your time but it’s all right they’re coming any week now
Left behind by the mothership, they’re our only real friends
And inside, you’ll always feel the same, even when you wake up
Even if you wake up
In a town where everyone will kick and scream
And come to the same conclusion every time
Time to realise you were never on the team
There was always a question hanging over you
In a hot air balloon with a rusty nail
Looking over your shoulder and setting sail
Your dreams will become part of the future and coincide with the past
You spend all your time by the radio waiting for the signal
But inside, you’ll always feel the same, even when you wake up
Even if you wake up
In a town where everyone will kick and scream
And come to the same conclusion every time
Time to realise you were never on the team
There was always a question hanging over you
In a hot air balloon with a rusty nail
Looking over your shoulder and setting sail
They drive the same road drifting over to your side
They drive the same road turn the lights on again
They sail the same strait turn the lights on again
jueves, 17 de noviembre de 2011
Accents
What the Americans think about British accents? Absolutely hilarious! (Comedian Elon Gold)
Do you speak English?
An english woman visits france and needs to go to a garage. She doesn't speak any french
martes, 15 de noviembre de 2011
OASIS Whatever
I'm free to be whatever I
Whatever I choose
And I'll sing the blues if I want
I'm free to say whatever I
Whatever I like
If it's wrong or right it's alright
Always seems to me
You only see what people want you to see
How long's it gonna be
Before we get on the bus
And cause no fuss
Get a grip on yourself
It don't cost much
Free to be whatever you
Whatever you say
If it comes my way it's alright
You're free to be wherever you
Wherever you please
You can shoot the breeze if you want
It always seems to me
You only see what people want you to see
How long's it gonna be
Before we get on the bus
And cause no fuss
Get a grip on yourself
It don't cost much
I'm free to be whatever I
Whatever I choose
And I'll sing the blues if I want
Here in my mind
You know you might find
Something that you
You thought you once knew
But now it´s all gone
And you know it's no fun
Yeah I know it's no fun
Oh I know it's no fun
I'm free to be whatever I
Whatever I choose
And I'll sing the blues if I want
I'm free to be whatever I
Whatever I choose
And I'll sing the blues if I want
Whatever you do
Whatever you say
Yeah I know it's alright
Whatever you do
Whatever you say
Yeah I know it's alright.
domingo, 13 de noviembre de 2011
JAMES Sit down
James are a British rock band from Manchester, England. They formed in 1982 and were active throughout the 1980s, but most successful during the 1990s. Their hit singles include "Come Home", "Sit Down", and "She's a Star" as well as their American College Radio hit "Laid".[1] Following the departure of lead singer Tim Booth in 2001, the band became inactive but re-formed in January 2007, returning for a new album and international tour.[2] To the date, the band sold more than 25 million albums worldwide.
Enjoy the magic of a song in a concert being sung by thousands of people!!
I'll sing myself to sleep
A song from the darkest hour
Secrets I can't keep
Inside of the day
Swing from high to deep
Extremes of sweet and sour
Hope that God exists
I hope I pray
Drawn by the undertow
My life is out of control
I believe this wave will bear my weight
So let it flow
Oh sit down
Sit down next to me
Sit down, down, down, down, down
In sympathy
Now I'm relieved to hear
That you've been to some far out places
It's hard to carry on
When you feel all alone
Now I've swung back down again
It's worse than it was before
If I hadn't seen such riches
I could live with being poor
Oh sit down
Sit down next to me
Sit down, down, down, down, down
In sympathy
Those who feel the breath of sadness
Sit down next to me
Those who find they're touched by madness
Sit down next to me
Those who find themselves ridiculous
Sit down next to me
Love, in fear, in hate, in tears
Down
Down
Oh sit down
Sit down next to me
Sit down, down, down, down, down
In sympathy
Enjoy the magic of a song in a concert being sung by thousands of people!!
I'll sing myself to sleep
A song from the darkest hour
Secrets I can't keep
Inside of the day
Swing from high to deep
Extremes of sweet and sour
Hope that God exists
I hope I pray
Drawn by the undertow
My life is out of control
I believe this wave will bear my weight
So let it flow
Oh sit down
Sit down next to me
Sit down, down, down, down, down
In sympathy
Now I'm relieved to hear
That you've been to some far out places
It's hard to carry on
When you feel all alone
Now I've swung back down again
It's worse than it was before
If I hadn't seen such riches
I could live with being poor
Oh sit down
Sit down next to me
Sit down, down, down, down, down
In sympathy
Those who feel the breath of sadness
Sit down next to me
Those who find they're touched by madness
Sit down next to me
Those who find themselves ridiculous
Sit down next to me
Love, in fear, in hate, in tears
Down
Down
Oh sit down
Sit down next to me
Sit down, down, down, down, down
In sympathy
viernes, 11 de noviembre de 2011
My washing machine.
I wrote this poem for my washing machine when it broke down. Have fun with this real story as an example of poetry which comes from experience.
The washing machine mechanic came for the seventh time
concerned about its long illness.
On previous visits he had revised several main components.
His diagnosis was always related to physical problems:
its display, its electronic module, the engine wiring.
However, each time he changed a vital organ
the machine did a small gesture, an imperceptible flicker
of its buttons and turned off again.
If yoou see it from the end of the poem, there is no doubt
it was dead.
His visits were already common towards the end of each week
and Noel was Cuban and inclined to philosophy.
We talked about the superficiality of life without washing machine,
or about the futility of existence or the transience of time.
"Eight weeks ago you came for the first time, Noel."
I told him to confirm his theories about space and time.
One of these days we discussed about my faith in electronics,
dissapearing because Noel could not find the cause
in my new digital generation washing machine.
"I missed mechanics a lot" I said to him.
Noel looked at me and answered very seriously:
"But you should not say that, electronics placed man in the cosmos"
But in his seventh visit his somber face indicated an inner sadness
he had never been shown.
He said it was clear that the problem was not material
but in the spirit of the unit:
"The soul of the machine is in critical condition."
"perhaps", he commented,"modern stress or total postmodern atheism
had caused a widespread anxiety attacks
which had blocked it".
Noel was responsible for the replacement of the washing machine.
He told me it will soon be with us again.
I have not seen
either Noel nor my old washing machine
since then.
The washing machine mechanic came for the seventh time
concerned about its long illness.
On previous visits he had revised several main components.
His diagnosis was always related to physical problems:
its display, its electronic module, the engine wiring.
However, each time he changed a vital organ
the machine did a small gesture, an imperceptible flicker
of its buttons and turned off again.
If yoou see it from the end of the poem, there is no doubt
it was dead.
His visits were already common towards the end of each week
and Noel was Cuban and inclined to philosophy.
We talked about the superficiality of life without washing machine,
or about the futility of existence or the transience of time.
"Eight weeks ago you came for the first time, Noel."
I told him to confirm his theories about space and time.
One of these days we discussed about my faith in electronics,
dissapearing because Noel could not find the cause
in my new digital generation washing machine.
"I missed mechanics a lot" I said to him.
Noel looked at me and answered very seriously:
"But you should not say that, electronics placed man in the cosmos"
But in his seventh visit his somber face indicated an inner sadness
he had never been shown.
He said it was clear that the problem was not material
but in the spirit of the unit:
"The soul of the machine is in critical condition."
"perhaps", he commented,"modern stress or total postmodern atheism
had caused a widespread anxiety attacks
which had blocked it".
Noel was responsible for the replacement of the washing machine.
He told me it will soon be with us again.
I have not seen
either Noel nor my old washing machine
since then.
jueves, 10 de noviembre de 2011
Another poem by Richard Brautigan
Things to Do on a Boring Tokyo Night in a Hotel
1. Have dinner by yourself.That´s always a lot of fun.
2. Wander aimlessly around the hotel.
This is a huge hotel, so theres lots of space
to wander aimlessly around.
3. Go up and down the elevator for no reason
at all.
The people going up are going to their rooms.
I´m not.
Those going down are going out.
I´m not.
4. I seriously think about the house phone
and calling my room 3003 and letting it ring
for a very long time. Then wondering where
Im at and when I will return. Should I leave
a message at the desk saying that when I return
I should call myself?
Tokyo
June 1, 1976
1. Have dinner by yourself.That´s always a lot of fun.
2. Wander aimlessly around the hotel.
This is a huge hotel, so theres lots of space
to wander aimlessly around.
3. Go up and down the elevator for no reason
at all.
The people going up are going to their rooms.
I´m not.
Those going down are going out.
I´m not.
4. I seriously think about the house phone
and calling my room 3003 and letting it ring
for a very long time. Then wondering where
Im at and when I will return. Should I leave
a message at the desk saying that when I return
I should call myself?
Tokyo
June 1, 1976
TWO POEMS BY RICHARD BRAUTIGAN
ROMEO AND JULIET
If you will die for me,
I will die for you
and our graves will
be like two lovers washing
their clothes together
in a laundromat.
If you will bring the soap,
I will bring the bleach
ALL GIRLS SHOULD HAVE A POEM
For Valerie
All girls should have a poem
written for them even if
we have to turn this God-damn world
upside down to do it.
New Mexico March 16, 1969
If you will die for me,
I will die for you
and our graves will
be like two lovers washing
their clothes together
in a laundromat.
If you will bring the soap,
I will bring the bleach
ALL GIRLS SHOULD HAVE A POEM
For Valerie
All girls should have a poem
written for them even if
we have to turn this God-damn world
upside down to do it.
New Mexico March 16, 1969
sábado, 5 de noviembre de 2011
Radiohead. No surprises
This is one of my favourite songs by this great band. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Learning through music
Different songs suggested by teachers and students to learn and improve your English.
viernes, 4 de noviembre de 2011
russian red
Who knows where the name Russian Red comes from?
tell me what it is, it isn’t fair
but I’m wasting time, cos it isn’t my heart, it isn’t my fault
and every situation understands, well
the anecdote of chasing the locations to your doors
’cos I’m wasting time, I’m wasting money again
and all the cigarettes that I have never smoked
and all the letters that I have never sent
he was sitting by the swimming pool
but he was scared, ’cos it wasn’t his time and it wasn’t his chance
getting older’s not been on my plans
but it’s never late, it’s never late enough for me to stay
’cos I’m wasting time, I’m wasting money again
and all the cigarettes that I have never smoked
and all the letters that I have never sent
tell me what it is, it isn’t fair
but I’m wasting time, cos it isn’t my heart, it isn’t my fault
and every situation understands, well
the anecdote of chasing the locations to your doors
’cos I’m wasting time, I’m wasting money again
and all the cigarettes that I have never smoked
and all the letters that I have never sent
he was sitting by the swimming pool
but he was scared, ’cos it wasn’t his time and it wasn’t his chance
getting older’s not been on my plans
but it’s never late, it’s never late enough for me to stay
’cos I’m wasting time, I’m wasting money again
and all the cigarettes that I have never smoked
and all the letters that I have never sent
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