¡Feliz cumpleaños, mi amado George Harrison! Gracias por tu música, tus melodías, tus mensajes, tu voz y tu presencia en mi vida.
Friday, February 24, 2006
"If you believe". George Harrison.
"Where the streets have no name". U2.
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Where the Streets Have No Name
I want to run, I want to hide, I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside, I want to reach out and touch the flame where the streets have no name.
I want to feel, sunlight on my face, see that dust cloud disappear without a trace, I want to take shelter from the poison rain where the streets have no name, where the streets have no name, where the streets have no name.
We’re still building then burning down love, burning down love and when I go there I go there with you... (it’s all I can do)
The cities a flood and our love turns to rust, we’re beaten and blown by the wind trampled into dust, I’ll show you a place high on a desert plain where the streets have no name, where the streets have no name, where the streets have no name.
Still building then burning down love, burning down love and when I go there I go there with you... (it’s all I can do).
Monday, February 20, 2006
"Yellow". Coldplay.
"... for you I bleed myself dry!!!"
Look at the stars, look how they shine for you, and everything you do, yeah, they were all yellow. I came along, I wrote a song for you, and all the things you do, and it was called "Yellow". So then I took my turn, oh what a thing to have done, and it was all "Yellow".
Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones, turn into something beautiful, you know, you know I love you so, you know I love you so.
I swam across, I jumped across for you, oh what a thing to do, 'cos you were all "Yellow", I drew a line, I drew a line for you, oh what a thing to do, and it was all "Yellow".
Your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones, turn into something beautiful, and you know for you I'd bleed myself dry, for you I'd bleed myself dry.
It's true, look how they shine for you, look how they shine for you, look how they shine for, look how they shine for you, look how they shine for you, look how they shine. Look at the stars, look how they shine for you, and all the things that you do.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
"This picture". Placebo.
A través de la música de David Bowie y de Los Beatles, intuí desde niña que los sonidos, las armonías y las voces podían ser fuente de erotismo. Sin embargo no fue hasta que encontré a Placebo que reconocí en carne propia el impacto de lo erótico, el poder de lo cachondo hecho canción.
Fue justamente la canción This picture la que provocó mi acercamiento a este grupo, y fue esta misma rola la que me hizo consciente de la capacidad que Placebo tiene para entrar por mi piel y quedarse ahí haciendo cosquillas perversas. El grupo tiene un sonido identificador que siento único, la mezcla entre sus tres integrantes resulta enigmático e intrigante para mí. Los acordes y los ritmos conjugados en sus piezas musicales son parte básica en mi yo cotidiano.
Para mí la esencia de este sonido y la pieza crucial para mi cachondeo físico, mental y emocional, radica en la voz de Brian Molko. La voz de Molko... (¡ah, la voz de Brian Molko!) es, para mí, el instrumento base de todas las canciones del grupo. ¡No me importa qué diga... sólo quiero que diga algo... que suene... que se escuche... que se complemente con música y ya!
Aquí los dejo con la letra de la canción más electrizantemente chachonda que mi cuerpo ha experimentado.
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THIS PICTURE
I hold an image of the ashtray girl
As the cigarette burns on my chest
I wrote a poem that described her world
That put my friendship to the test
And late at night
Whilst on all fours
She used to watch me kiss the floor
What's wrong with this picture?
What's wrong with this picture?
Farewell the ashtray girl
Forbidden snowflake
Beware this troubled world
Watch out for earthquakes
Goodbye to open sores
To broken semaphore
We know we miss her
We miss her picture
Sometimes it's faded
Disintegrated
For fear of growing old
Sometimes it's faded
Assassinated
For fear of growing old
Farewell the ashtray girl
Angelic fruitcake
Beware this troubled world
Control your intake
Goodbye to open sores
Goodbye and furthermore
We know we miss her
We miss her picture
Sometimes it's faded
Disintegrated
For fear of growing old
Sometimes it's faded
Assassinated
For fear of growing old
Hang on
It's gone
Though we try
It's gone
Sometimes it's faded
Disintegrated
For fear of growing old
Sometimes it's faded
Assassinated
For fear of growing old
Can't stop growing old...
"I am not here". Human Drama.
Para dar inicio a estos momentos, elegí la canción que en el último par de semanas se ha convertido en la rola indispensable e imprescindible para comenzar el día. Una vez que cierro tras de mí la puerta de mi casa, presiono el play de mi discman y vienen a mí los primeros acordes de I am not here, que con la impecable interpretación de Johnny Indovina, me transmite la energía que necesito para caminar rumbo a la esquina donde tomaré el primer pesero de la mañana.
Me resulta curioso que en ocasiones sólo la melodía y la voz del intérprete pueden comunicar tanto... sin que la letra de la canción tenga forzosamente que transmitir sensación alguna similiar a la que los sonidos en sí mismos, ya te hacen llegar.
Sé que esta canción me traerá muchos recuerdos hermosos de esta etapa de mi vida llena de amor, alegría, búsqueda, energía, crisis y renovación. Sé también que esta rola será importante para mí a partir de ahora... y que en mis recopilaciones de canciones favoritas de la vida, estará presente.
Te agradezco Eric que hayas traído a Human Drama a mi vida, y hayas dotado de más música fresca a mis días y mis noches. Yo, con amor, la recibo y la hago mía.
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I AM NOT HERE
I draw a parallel from days gone by
when glory laid in our arms
simple pleasures now they're not so simple
once it was just enough to be near from my eyes, look away, look away (i can't see)
from my hands, turn away, turn away (they can't feel)
from my heart, look away, look away
I am not here
You stand torn my greatest treasure
looking for another chance to sleep
I promise I will be here when you wake up
what can you promise me? from my eyes, look away, look away (i can't see)
as you lie in your lovers arms
I can see your bruises oh so clearly
can you see what it's done to me from my eyes, look away, look away (i can't see)