Si Scorsese la eligió…
… Como tema de fondo para el desenlace de su obra cumbre, Casino, por algo será. ¿Existe mejor tema para un final triste como son, en la realidad, todos los finales?
The House of the Rising Sun – Animals
The Wall: Live in Berlin
El 21 de Julio de 1990 en la Potsdamer Platz tuvo lugar un macro concierto dirigido y organizado por Roger Waters que contó con la partición de gente de la talla de Scorpions, Joni Mitchell, Van Morrison, The Band, Cyndi Lauper, Bryan Adams, Sinéad O’Connor o Ute Lemper, que conformaron el que en mi opinión es uno de los mejores directos que he visto y oído. Absolutamente intemporal.
Tiny tears make up an ocean
You’ve been lying in bed for a week now
Wondering how long it’ll take
You haven’t spoke, or looked at her in all that time
It’s the easiest line you could break
She’s been going round her business as usual
Always with that melancholy smile
But you were too busy looking into yourself
To see those tiny tears in her eyes
Tiny tears make up an ocean
Tiny tears make up the sea
Let them pour out, pour out all over
Don’t let them pour all over me
How can you hurt someone so much your supposed to care for
Someone you said you’d always be there for
But when that water breaks you know you’re gonna cry, cry
When those tears start rolling you’ll be back
Tiny tears…
You’ve been thinking about the time, you’ve been dreading it
But now it seems that moment has arrived
She’s at the edge of the bed, she gets in
But it’s hard to turn the opposite way tonight
Tiny tears…
Tindersticks – “Tiny Tears”
My Way
And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, Ill say it clear,
Ill state my case, of which Im certain.
Ive lived a life thats full.
Ive traveled each and evry highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Regrets, Ive had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, Im sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.
Ive loved, Ive laughed and cried.
Ive had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that;
And may I say – not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!
Enorme letra. En la voz de Sinatra, convertida a maravilla.
Inspiración/Expiación
En mi (jodido) momento y (puta) situación actual hay cosas que me inspiran… El sol filtrándose por las mañanas, el canto de un pájaro, la sonrisa de un niño, un tema de la radio… No, en serio, me refiero a uno de esos tantos grupos que llevan acompañándome mucho tiempo y que tienen la facultad de llegar a ”animarme”; Creedence Clearwater Revival. En fin, no con la misma efectividad que al Gran Lebowsky, pero casi:
Que me jodan si no es una de las mayores paridas en forma de película que he visto.
Supongo que podría vivir sin música, pero… ¿entonces quién me iba a levantar cuándo la gente fallara intentándolo?
