Una de las enormes razones por las que amo tanto la música de los Arctic Monkeys es la letra de sus canciones. Alex Turner es un genio en el arte de contar historias, y sin mayor pretensión, escribe canciones. Y junto con su música, las palabras van perfecto. Pocos compositores lo logran sin acabar usando rimas trilladas y repitiendo lo mismo constantemente.
De su último disco Humbug, la canción que mejor representa el talento que tiene para contar un cuento de manera breve, concisa y simplemente hermosa, es Cornerstone. No es su mejor ejecución musical, pero definitivamente tiene la lírica mejor lograda. Me encantó.
Para los que siguen viendo en todos lados a los amores perdidos.
De su último disco Humbug, la canción que mejor representa el talento que tiene para contar un cuento de manera breve, concisa y simplemente hermosa, es Cornerstone. No es su mejor ejecución musical, pero definitivamente tiene la lírica mejor lograda. Me encantó.
Thought I saw you in the battleship
But it was only a look a like
She was nothing but a vision trick
Under the warning light
She was close, close enough to be your ghost
But my chances turned to toast
When I asked her if I could call her your name
I thought I saw you in the rusty hook
Huddled up in wicker chair
I wandered up for a closer look
And kissed who ever was sitting there
She was close, and she held me very tightly
Till I asked awfully politely, "please
Can I call you her name?"
And I elongated my lift home,
Yeah I let him go the long way round
I smelt your scent on the seatbelt
And kept my shortcuts to myself
I thought I saw you in the parrots beak
Messing with the smoke alarm
It was too loud for me to hear her speak
And she had a broken arm
It was close, so close that the walls were wet
And she wrote it out in letraset
"No, you can't call me her name"
Tell me where's your hiding place
I'm worried I'll forget your face
And I've asked everyone
And I'm beginning to think I imagined you all along
I elongated my lift home
Yeah I let him go the long way round
I smelt your scent on the seatbelt
And kept my shortcuts to myself
I saw your sister in the cornerstone
On the phone to the middle man
When I saw that she was on her own
I thought she might understand
She was close, well you couldn't get much closer
She said "I'm really not supposed to, but yes,
You can call me anything you want"
But it was only a look a like
She was nothing but a vision trick
Under the warning light
She was close, close enough to be your ghost
But my chances turned to toast
When I asked her if I could call her your name
I thought I saw you in the rusty hook
Huddled up in wicker chair
I wandered up for a closer look
And kissed who ever was sitting there
She was close, and she held me very tightly
Till I asked awfully politely, "please
Can I call you her name?"
And I elongated my lift home,
Yeah I let him go the long way round
I smelt your scent on the seatbelt
And kept my shortcuts to myself
I thought I saw you in the parrots beak
Messing with the smoke alarm
It was too loud for me to hear her speak
And she had a broken arm
It was close, so close that the walls were wet
And she wrote it out in letraset
"No, you can't call me her name"
Tell me where's your hiding place
I'm worried I'll forget your face
And I've asked everyone
And I'm beginning to think I imagined you all along
I elongated my lift home
Yeah I let him go the long way round
I smelt your scent on the seatbelt
And kept my shortcuts to myself
I saw your sister in the cornerstone
On the phone to the middle man
When I saw that she was on her own
I thought she might understand
She was close, well you couldn't get much closer
She said "I'm really not supposed to, but yes,
You can call me anything you want"
Para los que siguen viendo en todos lados a los amores perdidos.
1 comment:
/sigh así están los tiempos, ni qué decir.
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