viernes, 12 de junio de 2009

Mis favoritas de todos los tiempos

Porque estoy por entrar en el mundo de Nick Hornby, comparto mis dos (quizás tres) canciones favoritas de todos los tiempos. No las escucho siempre, solo a veces. Hoy por ejemplo, me até el pelo a lo Amy Winehouse -quisiera ser por una noche Amy Winehouse- y escuché varias veces Time after time, de Cindy Lauper, versión Cassandra Wilson. (Para detalles sobre mi estado de ánimo, o el mood que acompaña esta canción en este día particular -después de todo esto se trata de un blog, hay que hacer honor al género- invito a leer cualquiera de las entradas de http://www.mexicomemata.blogspot.com ella lo ilustra mejor que yo). Por lo demás, aquí va una de mis tres favoritas.
Buen fin de semana largo.

Amy, for this night

Time after time
Lying in my bed, I hear the clock ticks and think of you
Caught up in circles, confusion is nothing new
Flash back, warm night, almost left behind
Suitcase of memories...
Time after
Sometime you pictured me, I'm walking too far ahead
You're callin' to me, I can't hear what you've said
You said, "Go slow, I fall behind"
The second hand unwinds...
If you're lost, you can look and you will find me,
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting,
Time after time
I turn, my picture fades, and darkness has turned to grey
Watching through windows, you're wondering if I'm okay
Secrets, stolen, from deep inside,
The drum beats out of time...
If you're lost, you can look and you will find me,
Time after time If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting,
Time after time
If you're lost, you can look and you will find me,
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you, I will be waiting,
Time after time
Time after time...

2 comentarios:

Anónimo dijo...

No se cómo llegué a este post, honestamente. Supongo que de tanto meterme en links innúmeros. Pero acá estoy, con esta gana extraña de compartir con vos una canción de Pink Floyd (On the turning away). Espero la disfrutes y, si podés, la escuches.

On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words the say whch we won’t understand
Don’t accept that what’s happening
Is just a case of others suffering
Or you’ll find that you’re joining in
The turning away

It’s a sin that somehow
Light is turning to shadow
And casting it’s shroud over all we have know
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
You could find that we’re all alone
In the dream of the proud

On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
And the speechless unite in a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
Mesmerized as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night

No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away from the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
Is not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there’ll be
No more turning away?

Carolina E dijo...

Anónimo, preciosa la canción. No sé si volverás por estos pagos pero me encantó la visita. "You could find that we are all alone in the dream of the proud" es buenísimo.
Un beso.