Mad World

No recuerdo cómo llegó a mí, pero no me importa. Es hermosa.

El tema que os propongo hoy es una versión de la canción homónima de Tears for Fears, que Gary Jules compuso para la banda sonora de Donnie Darko. Los consoleros seguro que la conocen (más información al final del post).

 

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Mad World
Enlarging your world
Mad World.

Mad World (BSO Donnie Darko)
Gary Jules

Tears for Fears | Página web oficial, Wikipedia
Mad World | Tema original (YouTube)
Gary Jules | Wikipedia
Donnie Darko | Imdb

¿Habéis escuchado los dos? ¿Cuál os gusta más? Yo creo que me quedo con la de Jules...

All I want is you

Directamente del Catálogo de Escalofríos por la Espalda, este tema de U2, en mi opinión de las mejores canciones de esta banda (El vídeo original de este tema, que os recomiendo sobre este pastelazo, es una historia triste y hermosa a la vez, rodada en blanco y negro, y con un montaje fantástico).

You say you want diamonds on a ring of gold
You say you want your story to remain untold

But all the promises we made
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you

You say you'll give me a highway with no one on it
Treasure, just to look upon it
All the riches in the night
You say you'll give me eyes in a moon of blindness
A river in a time of dryness
A harbour in the tempest

But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you

You say you want your love to work out right
To last with me through the night
You say you want diamonds on a ring of gold
Your story to remain untold
Your love not to grow cold

All the promises we break
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you

You

All I want is you
All I want is you
All I want is you

All I want is you, U2.

Wish you were here

Serán las fechas. O la casualidad. O la causalidad. Yo qué sé. El caso es que últimamente no dejo de pasar hojas y hojas de mi Catálogo, del que ya he posteado alguna página. Hoy empecé con Run like hell, que me llevó por vía de la búsqueda a One of these days, siguió su curso por Us and them, y terminó (y por eso el yoquésé), terminó con Wish you where here.

Para mi, una de las canciones más hermosas que conozco.

 

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, running over the same old ground. What have you found? The same old fears.

Wish you were here.

Wish you were here,
Pink Floyd

It's probably me

If the night turned cold
And the stars looked down
And you hug yourself
On the cold cold ground
You wake the morning
In a stranger's coat
No-one would you see
You ask yourself, 'Who'd watch for me?'
My only friend, who could it be?

It's hard to say it
I hate to say it
But it's probably me

When your belly's empty
And the hunger's so real
And you're too proud to beg
And too dumb to steal
You search the city
For your only friend
No-one would you see
You ask yourself, Who'll Watch For Me?'
A solitary voice to speak out and set me free

I hate to say it
I hate to say it
But it's probably me

You're not the easiest person I ever got to know
And it's hard for us both to let our feelings show
Some would say
I should let you go your way
You'll only make me cry
If there's one guy, just one guy
Who'd lay down his life for you and die

I hate to say it
I hate to say it
But it's probably me

When the world's gone crazy, and it makes no sense
And there's only one voice that comes to your defence
And the jury's out
And your eyes search the room
And one friendly face is all you need to see

If there's one guy, just one guy
Who'd lay down his life for you and die
I hate to say it
I hate to say it
But it's probably me

I hate to say it
I hate to say
But it's probably me

I hate to say it
I hate to say
But it's probably me

I hate to say it
I hate to say
But it's probably me

Dedicada a mi hermana Mariene.

Digging in the dirt

Sledgehammer llevó a Steam, y Steam llevó a Digging in the dirt. Hay que ver cómo cambia el significado de las canciones con el tiempo...

 

Something in me, dark and sticky
All the time it's getting strong
No way of dealing with this feeling
Can't go on like this too long

This time you've gone too far [x3]
I told you [x4]
This time you've gone too far [x3]
I told you [x4]

Don't talk back, just drive the car, shut your mouth, I know what you are, don't say nothing, keep your hands on the wheel, don't turn around, this is for real.

Digging in the dirt
Stay with me, I need support
I'm digging in the dirt
To find the places I got hurt
Open up the places I got hurt

The more I look, the more I find
As I close on in, I get so blind
I feel it in my head, I feel it in my toes
I feel it in my sex, that's the place it goes

{This time you've gone too...}

I'm digging in the dirt
Stay with me I need support
I'm digging in the dirt
To find the places I got hurt
To open up the places I got hurt
Digging in the dirt
To find the places we got hurt

Digging in the dirt
Us (Peter Gabriel, 1992)

High hopes

Hoy he estado, estoy, triste.

La culpa la tiene la nostalgia, traída por las alas de la memoria.

Esta vez la nostalgia es esta canción.

Esta canción es más que una canción. Una canción siempre lo es. Cada nota es un segundo en el tiempo que viví, y cada segundo trae su memoria, su recuerdo, consigo. Fragancias de tiempo pasado, el aroma de un momento... imposible de transformar en palabras. Lo he intentado.

No os puedo ofrecer mis recuerdos. Sí os ofrezco la canción y su letra, una canción sobre sueños rotos.

 

Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun
Along the long road and on down the causeway
Do they still meet there by the cut
There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The nights of wonder

Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide
At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world

Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
There's a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
Though down this road we've been so many times

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river

Forever and ever

High hopes
The division bell (Pink Floyd)

I saved the world today

Uno de mis favoritos de todos los tiempos, y miembro de pleno derecho del Catálogo Especial de Escalofríos por la Espalda.

Monday finds you like a bomb that's been left ticking there too long. You're bleeding. Some days there's nothing left to learn from the point of no return you're leaving.

Hey hey I saved the world today, everybody's happy now, the bad things gone away and everybody's happy now, the good things here to stay, please let it stay.

There's a million mouths to feed and I've got everything I need. I'm breathing. And there's a hurting thing inside but I've got everything to hide. I'm grieving.

Hey hey I saved the world today, everybody's happy now, the bad things gone away and everybody's happy now, the good things here to stay, please let it stay, let it stay.

Doo doo doo doo doo the good thing.

Hey hey I saved the world today, everybody's happy now, the bad things gone away and everybodys happy now, the good things here to stay, please let it stay.

Everybody's happy now.

I saved the world today,
Peace (1999), Eurythmics

Y vaya letra...

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I know it sounds absurd but...

When I was young it seemed that life was so wonderful. A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical, and all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily, oh joyfully, oh playfully watching me.

But then they sent me away to teach me how to be sensible, logical, oh responsible, practical. And then they showed me a world where I could be so dependable, oh clinical, oh intellectual, cynical.

There are times when all the world's asleep the questions run too deep for such a simple man. Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned? I know it sounds absurd but please tell me who I am.

Now watch what you say or they'll be calling you a radical, a liberal, oh fanatical, criminal. Oh won't you sign up your name? we'd like to feel you're acceptable, respectable, oh presentable, a vegetable!

At night when all the world's asleep the questions run so deep for such a simple man. Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned? I know it sounds absurd but please tell me who I am, who I am, who I am, who I am.

Logical song (Breakfast in America)
Supertramp

Fool's overture

Lo que se oye de fondo son fragmentos de un discurso pronunciado por Winston Churchill el 4 de junio de 1940 en la Cámara de los Comunes, referente a la intervención de Gran Bretaña en la Segunda Guerra Mundial:

We shall go on to the end, [...] we shall fight on the seas and oceans, [...] we shall defend our Island, [...] whatever the cost may be, [...] We shall never surrender.

Una de las composiciones más hermosas que he oído nunca. Este el vídeo de mejor calidad que he encontrado (es un concierto de 1977, en el Queen Mary College).

Walk unafraid

As the sun comes up, as the moon goes down
These heavy notions creep around
It makes me think, long ago
I was brought into this life a little lamb
A little lamb
Courageous, stumbling
Fearless was my middle name.
But somewhere there I lost my way
Everyone walks the same
Expecting me to step
The narrow path they've laid
They claim to

Walk unafraid
I'll be clumsy instead
Hold my love or leave me high.

Say "keep within the boundaries if you want to play."
Say "contradiction only makes it harder."
How can I be
What I want to be?
When all I want to do is strip away
These stilled constraints
And crush this charade
Shred this sad masquerade
I don't need no persuading
I'll trip, fall, pick myself up and

Walk unafraid
I'll be clumsy instead
Hold my love or leave me high.

If I have a bag of rocks to carry as I go
I just want to hold my head up high
I don't care what I have to step over
I'm prepared to look you in the eye
Look me in the eye
And if you see familiarity
Then celebrate the contradiction
Help me when I fall to

Walk unafraid
I'll be clumsy instead
Hold my love or leave me high.

Walk unafraid
I'll be clumsy instead
Hold my love or leave me high.

Walk Unafraid
Up, R.E.M.

Una de esas pocas canciones que todavía me provocan un escalofrío cada vez que la escucho, a pesar de los años.

Precious

Precious and fragile things
Need special handling
My God what have we done to You?

We always try to share
The tenderest of care
Now look what we have put You through...

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

Angels with silver wings
Shouldn't know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for You

If God has a master plan
That only He understands
I hope it's Your eyes He's seeing through

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

I pray You learn to trust
Have faith in both of us
And keep room in Your heart for two

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give.

Precious, Depeche Mode @ Playing the angel