lunes, febrero 26, 2007

Dosis lírico-visual



Hoy volví a escuchar este tema después de mucho, mucho tiempo. Y recordé lo zarpadamente tremendo que era. Un riff de antología, excelentes cambios de dinámica y Phil Anselmo alcanzando notas que jamás volvería a alcanzar (vi un video de Dream Theater haciendo un cover de esta canción y...¿adivinen qué? Ni James "canto-más-agudo-que-tu-hermana" LaBrie pudo imitar el falsete halfordiano que Phil hace al final). Buenos viejos tiempos...además de que, si vemos a los miembros de Pantera en este video y los comparamos con sus "yo" de años después, simplemente parece otra banda: Phil tenía lomo, Rex era casi lindo, Vinnie era "corpulento" (y no "obeso") y Dimebag...bué...estaba vivo. En fin, aquí tienen a Pantera haciendo Cemetery Gates (acabo de decidir que, cuando tenga un hijo/a voy a ponerle ese nombre, total, es bastante unisex)

The reverend, he turned to me
Without a tear in his eyes
It's nothing new for him to see
I didn't ask him why
I will remember
The love our souls had
Sworn to make
Now I watch the falling rain
All my mind can see
Now is your face

Well I guess
You took my youth
I gave it all away
Like the birth of a
New-found joy
This love would end in rage
And when she died
I couldn't cry
The pride within my soul
You left me incomplete
All alone as the memories now unfold

Believe the word
I will unlock my door
And pass the cemetery gates

Sometimes when I'm alone
I wonder aloud
If you're watching over me
Some place far abound
I must reverse my life
I can't live in the past
Then set my soul free
Belong to me at last

Through all those
Complex years
I thought I was alone
I didn't care to look around
And make this world my own
And when she died
I should've cried and spared myself some pain...
You left me incomplete
All alone as the memories still remain

The way we were
The chance to save my soul
And my concern is now in vain
Believe the word
I will unlock my door
And pass the cemetery gates

lunes, febrero 12, 2007

Eslayer es lo más, loco


(Hagan clic en la imagen para verla bien, manga de vagos. Cortesía del señor Cadorna y de su blog, Frases Rockeras.)

jueves, febrero 01, 2007

Dosis lírica








Buscando algo que me obligue a postear de una manera regular (ya que por lo visto mi voluntad no alcanza), pensé que no vendría mal brindarles, mensualmente, un pequeño oasis letrístico en el cual regodear la vista. Tomando en cuenta el hecho de que acabo de bajarme un vaso de fernet de dimensiones considerables, considero prudente (si, definitivamente, escribí "prundente" en vez de "prudente") dejar este intento de tipear coherentemente para pasar directamente a la lírica en cuestión.

Sickman (Alice In Chains)

What the hell am I?
Thousand eyes, a fly
Lucky then I'd be
In one day deceased

Sickman, sickman, sickman, sickman

I can feel the wheel, but I can't steer
When my thoughts become my biggest fear

Ahhh, what's the difference, I'll die
In this sick world of mine

What the hell am I?
Leper from inside
Inside wall of peace
Dirty and diseased

Sickman, sickman, sickman, sickman

I can see the end, is getting near
I won't rest until my head is clear

Ahhh, what's the difference, I'll die
In this sick world of mine

Can you see the end?
Choke on me, my friend
Must to drown these thoughts
Purity over rot

What the hell am I?
Worn eroded pride
Saddened 10 miles wide
I'm gonna let it slide

Sickman, sickman, sickman, sickman

I can feel the wheel, but I can't steer
When my thoughts become my biggest fear

Ahhh, what's the difference, I'll die
In this sick world of mine