Hay un puñado de conciertos que me han dejado extasiado, en la cima del delirio musical. Conciertos que he vivido oyéndolos y viéndolos, aunque desgraciadamente, no asistiendo. Perdí la cuenta de las veces que rasgué las cuerdas de mi raqueta, simulando ser Mark Knopfler o David Gilmour. De las veces que me apropié de sus voces moviendo mis labios en silencio, pero sintiendo la música allí donde surgen las emociones. De las veces que me imaginé delante de treinta mil personas, todas coreando canciones que no eran mías. Con conciertos como esos aprendí a amar, a sentir y a vivir la música.

Comprenderéis ahora que, a pesar de la crisis, no pudiera evitar dejarme unos cuantos euros en un mensaje enviado desde el pasado, envuelto esta vez en un envoltorio distinto, pero repleto de las mismas emociones. “On stage… Dire Straits!”

aLCHEMY, dIRE sTRAITS Live

Ahora, si me permitís, me voy a desempolvar la raqueta.

come on hold my hand, i wanna contact the living. not sure i understand this role i’ve been given. i sit and talk to God and He just laughs at my plans, my head speaks a language, i don’t understand.

i just wanna feel real love, feel the home that i live in. ’cause I got too much life running through my veins going to waste.

i don’t wanna die but i ain’t keen on living either. before I fall in love i’m preparing to leave her. i scare myself to death, that’s why i keep on running. before i’ve arrived, i can see myself coming.

i just wanna feel real love, feel the home that i live in, ’cause i got too much life running through my veins going to waste. and i need to feel, real love and a life ever after. there’s a hole in my soul…

i just wanna feel real love, feel the home that i live in, ’cause i got too much life running through my veins going to waste. and i need to feel real love in a life ever after. there’s a hole in my soul, you can see it in my face, it’s a real big place.

come and hold my hand, come and hold my hand, come and hold my hand, i wanna contact the living, not sure i understand, not sure i understand…

i just wanna feel real love, feel the home that i live in.

and i just wanna feel real love in a life ever after.

there’s a hole in my soul, you can see it in my face, it’s a real big place…

i wish i was a fisherman
tumblin’ on the seas
far away from dry land
and its bitter memories

castin’ out my sweet line
with abandonment and love
no ceiling bearin’ down on me
save the starry sky above

with light in my head, with you in my arms…

i wish i was the brakeman
on a hurtlin’ fevered train
crashin’ head long into the heartland
like a cannon in the rain

with the feelin’ of the sleepers
and the burnin’ of the coal
countin’ the towns flashin’ by
and a night that’s full of soul

with light in my head, with you in my arms…

and i know i will be loosened
from the bonds that hold me fast
and the chains all around me
will fall away at last

and on that grand and fateful day
i will take thee in my hand
i will ride on a train
i will be the fisherman

with light in my head, you in my arms…
light in my head, you in my arms…
light in my head, you…
with light in my head, you in my arms…

Fisherman’s blues (Fisherman’s blues, 1988)
The Waterboys

Os dejo con un hermoso tema de Pink Floyd. Habla de liberar amarras, de levar anclas, de continuar viaje y de mirar hacia delante. Son esos pequeños mensajes que de vez en cuando nos envía la Vida, sea lo que sea ese ente etéreo y difuso, al que le atribuimos tantas y tantas cosas que pertenecen únicamente a un ámbito mucho más pequeño: nosotros mismos.

Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from my window watching
And where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me
While you were hanging yourself on someone else’s words
Dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun

Lost in thought and lost in time
While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted
Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime

I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life

I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the waiting had begun
And I headed straight… into the shining sun

Coming back to life (The Division Bell, 1994)
Pink Floyd

Fin del capítulo II

Soledad,
aquí están mis credenciales,
vengo llamando a tu puerta
desde hace un tiempo,
creo que pasaremos juntos temporales,
propongo que tú y yo nos vayamos conociendo.

Aquí estoy,
te traigo mis cicatrices,
palabras sobre papel pentagramado,
no te fijes mucho en lo que dicen,
me encontrarás
en cada cosa que he callado.

Ya pasó,
ya he dejado que se empañe
la ilusión de que vivir es indoloro.
Qué raro que seas tú
quien me acompañe, soledad,
a mí, que nunca supe bien
cómo estar solo.

Soledad (12 segundos de oscuridad, 2006)
Jorge Drexler

El tema que os propongo hoy es una versión de la canción homónima de Tears for Fears, que Gary Jules compuso para la banda sonora de Donnie Darko. Los consoleros seguro que la conocen (más información al final del post).

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It’s a very, very
Mad World
Mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It’s a very, very
Mad World
Mad World
Enlarging your world
Mad World.

Mad World (BSO Donnie Darko)
Gary Jules

Tears for Fears | Página web oficial, Wikipedia
Mad World | Tema original (YouTube)
Gary Jules | Wikipedia
Donnie Darko | Imdb

¿Habéis escuchado los dos? ¿Cuál os gusta más? Yo creo que me quedo con la de Jules…

You say you want diamonds on a ring of gold
You say you want your story to remain untold

But all the promises we made
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you

You say you’ll give me a highway with no one on it
Treasure, just to look upon it
All the riches in the night
You say you’ll give me eyes in a moon of blindness
A river in a time of dryness
A harbour in the tempest

But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you

You say you want your love to work out right
To last with me through the night
You say you want diamonds on a ring of gold
Your story to remain untold
Your love not to grow cold

All the promises we break
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you

You

All I want is you
All I want is you
All I want is you

All I want is you, U2.

Para mi, una de las canciones más hermosas que conozco.

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here. We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, running over the same old ground. What have you found? The same old fears.

Wish you were here.

Wish you were here,
Pink Floyd

If the night turned cold
And the stars looked down
And you hug yourself
On the cold cold ground
You wake the morning
In a stranger’s coat
No-one would you see
You ask yourself, ‘Who’d watch for me?’
My only friend, who could it be?

It’s hard to say it
I hate to say it
But it’s probably me

When your belly’s empty
And the hunger’s so real
And you’re too proud to beg
And too dumb to steal
You search the city
For your only friend
No-one would you see
You ask yourself, Who’ll Watch For Me?’
A solitary voice to speak out and set me free

I hate to say it
I hate to say it
But it’s probably me

You’re not the easiest person I ever got to know
And it’s hard for us both to let our feelings show
Some would say
I should let you go your way
You’ll only make me cry
If there’s one guy, just one guy
Who’d lay down his life for you and die

I hate to say it
I hate to say it
But it’s probably me

When the world’s gone crazy, and it makes no sense
And there’s only one voice that comes to your defence
And the jury’s out
And your eyes search the room
And one friendly face is all you need to see

If there’s one guy, just one guy
Who’d lay down his life for you and die
I hate to say it
I hate to say it
But it’s probably me

I hate to say it
I hate to say
But it’s probably me

I hate to say it
I hate to say
But it’s probably me

I hate to say it
I hate to say
But it’s probably me

Dedicada a mi hermana Mariene.

Something in me, dark and sticky
All the time it’s getting strong
No way of dealing with this feeling
Can’t go on like this too long

This time you’ve gone too far [x3]
I told you [x4]
This time you’ve gone too far [x3]
I told you [x4]

Don’t talk back, just drive the car, shut your mouth, I know what you are, don’t say nothing, keep your hands on the wheel, don’t turn around, this is for real.

Digging in the dirt
Stay with me, I need support
I’m digging in the dirt
To find the places I got hurt
Open up the places I got hurt

The more I look, the more I find
As I close on in, I get so blind
I feel it in my head, I feel it in my toes
I feel it in my sex, that’s the place it goes

{This time you’ve gone too…}

I’m digging in the dirt
Stay with me I need support
I’m digging in the dirt
To find the places I got hurt
To open up the places I got hurt
Digging in the dirt
To find the places we got hurt

Digging in the dirt
Us (Peter Gabriel, 1992)