Os seré sincero. Tenía previsto un post fuerte en vez de este, una declaración seria de intenciones. Pero aprendí a base de golpes que la prudencia vale por dos: por lo que te ahorras decir, y por lo que ganas pensándolo. Así que será más amable, pero desde luego no menos importante.
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.
Este tema siempre me ha puesto los pelos de punta…
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…
Aprovecho que vuelvo a estar a profundidad de transmisión para excusarme. En la nueva batcueva no tengo internet, aunque ya estamos en trámite para que me lo instalen. Precisamente es la batcueva la que se ha llevado además la mayor parte de mi tiempo, por unos motivos y otros, pero ya puedo decir que el tema está finalmente encarrilado y tomando velocidad.
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
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
No recuerdo cómo llegó a mí, pero no me importa. Es hermosa.
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.
Directamente del Catálogo de Escalofríos por la Espalda, este tema de U2, en mi opinión de las mejores canciones de esta banda (El vídeo original de este tema, que os recomiendo sobre este pastelazo, es una historia triste y hermosa a la vez, rodada en blanco y negro, y con un montaje fantástico).
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
Serán las fechas. O la casualidad. O la causalidad. Yo qué sé. El caso es que últimamente no dejo de pasar hojas y hojas de mi Catálogo, del que ya he posteado alguna página. Hoy empecé con Run like hell, que me llevó por vía de la búsqueda a One of these days, siguió su curso por Us and them, y terminó (y por eso el yoquésé), terminó con Wish you where here.
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.
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
Sledgehammer llevó a Steam, y Steam llevó a Digging in the dirt. Hay que ver cómo cambia el significado de las canciones con el tiempo…
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
Se dice, se cuenta, se comenta…