Beirut

Siempre tan a la última, he tardado unos cuatro o cinco años en descubrir a este grupo. En todo caso, está siendo todo un placer.



If I was young, I'd flee this town.
I'd bury my dreams underground.
As did I, we drink to die, we drink tonight.

Far from home, elephant gun,
Let's take them down one by one.
We'll lay it down, it's not been found, it's not around.

Let the seasons begin! It rolls right on.
Let the seasons begin! Take the big king down.

Let the seasons begin! It rolls right on!
Let the seasons begin! Take the big king down!

And it rips through the silence of our camp at night.
And it rips through the night.

And it rips through the silence of our camp at night.
And it rips through the silence, all that is left is all that I hide.

Partisanos

Durante la adolescencia no me cansaba de escuchar a Leonard Cohen. Algunas de sus canciones sirvieron a la construcción de esa memoria emocional que sustenta nuestra identidad menos negociable. Entre ellas, sin duda, "The partisan". Ahí va una cosa que hice con la canción y viejas fotos que a algunos, también, nos siguen todavía emocionando.

Rock Bottom Riser

Sin desdeñar sus propios méritos (una estructura narrativa fragmentada a través de la cual se imbrican los relatos subjetivos, necesariamente sesgados, de sus protagonistas -con especial mención al dedicado a Tristán Ulloa, tan inquietante, tan carveriano- y un retrato generacional singularmente áspero y desolado), la película After será recordada por incluir en su banda sonora dos canciones memorables: una (Beneath the Rose) la colgué en el blog el otro día, así que hoy le toca el turno a la no menos bella Rock Bottom Riser de Smog.

I love my mother
I love my father
I love my sisters, too.
I bought this guitar
To pledge my love
To pledge my love to you.

I am a rock bottom riser
And I owe it all to you
I am a rock bottom riser
And I owe it all to you

I saw a gold ring
At the bottom of the river
Glinting at my foolish heart
So my foolish heart
Had to go diving
Diving, diving, diving
Into the murk

And from the bottom of the river
I looked up for the sun
Which had shattered in the water
And pieces were rained down
Like gold rings
That passed through my hands
As I thrashed and I grabbed
I started rising, rising, rising

I left my mother
I left my father
I left my sisters, too
I left them standing on the banks
And they pulled me out
Of this mighty, mighty, mighty river

I am a rock bottom riser
And I owe it all to you
I am a rock bottom riser
And I owe it all to you

I love my mother
I love my father
I love my sisters, too.
I bought this guitar
To pledge my love
To pledge my love to you

Beneath the rose

De Micah P. Hinson, una canción que últimamente no quiere dejarme.

It is said
that you cannot be found
under rocks or broken skull
I will lay down
I will lay down
I can be found beneath the rose
beneath the rose
alone

Safe to say
that I'll never be found
broken bones holding loose
you will be crowned
you will be crowned
queen of all you have found
you have found
alone

It is said
that you cannot be found
under rocks or broken skull
I will lay down
I will lay down
I can be found beneath the rose
beneath the rose
alone