13 de octubre de 2005

Pena....con gotas gruesas

Hoy me topé con esta canción en MSOD, Last Kiss de Pearl Jam. Me acordé que hace años la había visto en video.
Tenía unas imágenes desgarradoras de la Guerra en Bosnia. La persecución y exterminio étnico, la pérdida de seres queridos, el dolor, el hambre, el frio........
Si juntas esto con la letra, no te queda otra que partir con un nudo en la garganta....y terminar con los mocos colgando.
Increible lo que hace una canción, un ritmo, una letra y una imagen.

Oh, where oh where can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me
She's gone to heaven, so I got to be good
So I can see my baby when I leave this world.

We were out on a date in my daddy's car
We hadn't driven very far
There in the road, up straight ahead
A car was stalled, the engine was dead
I couldn't stop, so I swerved to the right
I'll never forget the sound that night
The screamin' tires, the bustin' glass
The painful scream that I heard last.

Oh, where oh where can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me
She's gone to heaven, so
I got to be good
So I can see my baby when I leave this world.

When I woke up, the rain was pourin' down
There were people standing all around
Something warm rollin' through my eyes
But somehow I found my baby that night
I lifted her head, she looked at me and said
"Hold me darling just a little while."
I held her close, I kissed her our last kiss
I found the love that I knew
I would miss
But now she's gone, even though
I hold her tight I lost my love, my life that night.

Oh, where oh where can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me
She's gone to heaven, so
I got to be good
So I can see my baby when I leave this world.

Oooh~ ooooh~
La música te toca el alma de mil maneras....

4 comentarios:

Icy dijo...

UF!!! Qué cierto ese párrafo final tuyo, amigo mio... la música te toca el alma... de mil, mil maneras!!!

Me pregunto que Réquiem nos tocará la Tierra (o el Universo)cuando hayamos desaparecido a causa de nuestra soberbia?... Creo que esta sería una de las más apropiadas:

Bitter Sweet Simphony
The Verbe

Cos' it's a bittersweet symphony this life...
Trying to make ends meet , you're a slave to the money then you die.
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down...
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet , yeah.
No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold , I am here in my mold.
But I'm a million different people from one day to the next...
I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Well I never pray,
But tonight I'm on my knees, yeah.
I need to hear some sounds that recognise the pain in me, yeah.
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind , I feel free now.
But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singing to me now.

No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold , I am here in my mold.
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

(Well have you ever been down?)
(I can't change, I can't change...)

Cos' it's a bittersweet symphony this life.
Trying to make ends meet, trying to find some money then you die.
You know I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold.
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next.
I can't change my mold, no,no,no,no,no,no,no

(I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down)
(I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down)
(It justs sex and violence melody and silence)
(Been down)
(Ever been down)
(Ever been down)

Me dejaste un nudo en la garganta... y un hoyo negro en el alma... Buenas Noches, Amigo Lindo!!

Super, super buen post!

Gerald dijo...

"Sólo le pido a Dios
que la guerra no me sea indiferente.
Es un monstruo grande y pisa fuerte
toda la pobre inocencia de la gente"

Muy desgarrador tu post, amigo. No soporto la guerra.
Verdaderamente es una de las cosas más estúpidas que ha inventado el hombre.

Un abrazo.

Pau dijo...

Añado otra canción que toca la misma temática y que siempre su melodía me ha tocado el alma:
Bosnia - Cranberries

I would like to state my vision,
Life was so unfair.
We live in our secure surroundings,
And people die out there.

Bosnia was so unkind.
Sarajevo changed my mind.
And we all call out in despair.
All the love we need isn't there.
And we all sing songs in our room.
Sarajevo erects another doom.

Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo.
Bosnia was so unkind.
Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Saraje-
Bosnia was so unkind.

Sure things would change if we really wanted them to.
No fear for children anymore.
There are babies in their beds,
Terror in their heads,
Love for the love of life.

When do the saints go marching in?
Walk on tip toe...

andres dijo...

Icy, perdón si el bajón "jue musho!!"
Pau, voy a escuchar esta canción.
Gerald, siempre presente!!!