¿Puto yo?
Esto es el acabóse. No sólo no tengo lectores sino que además tengo detractores (que encima me insultan en rioplatense cuando jamás han salido del hemisferio norte).
Pues bien. Hace unos días me viene dando vueltas en la cabeza una canción. Normalmente cuando eso sucede trato de remontarme hasta el disparador, qué asociaciones traen ciertos temas a la cabeza; normalmente lo logro. No fue así en este caso, y el tema aún en mi cabeza desde hace tres días.
El tema en cuestión es de Led Zeppelin y se llama Achilles Last Stand (La última resistencia de Aquiles). Es un precursor de lo que se llamaría new wave of british heavy metal, o al menos de la mitad de la discografía de Iron Maiden.
Ahí tienen, putos. Un paseo por mi cabeza. Ahora se joden.
Achilles Last Stand
It was an April morning when they told us we should go
And as I turned to you, you smiled at me, how could we say no?
With all the fun to have, to live the dreams we always had
Oh, the songs to sing, when we at last return again
Sending off a glancing kiss, to those who claim they know
Below the streets that steam and hiss,
The devil's in his hole
Oh to sail away, To sandy lands and other days
Oh to touch the dream, Hides inside and never seen.
Into the sun the south the north, at last the birds have flown
The shackles of commitment fell, In pieces on the ground
Oh to ride the wind, To tread the air above the din
Oh to laugh aloud, Dancing as we fought the crowd
To seek the man whose pointing hand, The giant step unfolds
To guide us from the curving path, That churns up into stone
If one bell should ring, in celebration for a king
So fast the heart should beat, As proud the head with heavy feet.
Days went by when you and I, bathed in eternal summers glow
As far away and distant, Our mutual child did grow
Oh the sweet refrain, Soothes the soul and calms the pain
Oh Albion remains, sleeping now to rise again
Wandering and wondering, What place to rest the search
The mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens upon the earth
The mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth
From the earth...
I know the way, know the way, know the way, know the way (X2)
Oh the mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth.
Pues bien. Hace unos días me viene dando vueltas en la cabeza una canción. Normalmente cuando eso sucede trato de remontarme hasta el disparador, qué asociaciones traen ciertos temas a la cabeza; normalmente lo logro. No fue así en este caso, y el tema aún en mi cabeza desde hace tres días.
El tema en cuestión es de Led Zeppelin y se llama Achilles Last Stand (La última resistencia de Aquiles). Es un precursor de lo que se llamaría new wave of british heavy metal, o al menos de la mitad de la discografía de Iron Maiden.
Ahí tienen, putos. Un paseo por mi cabeza. Ahora se joden.
Achilles Last Stand
It was an April morning when they told us we should go
And as I turned to you, you smiled at me, how could we say no?
With all the fun to have, to live the dreams we always had
Oh, the songs to sing, when we at last return again
Sending off a glancing kiss, to those who claim they know
Below the streets that steam and hiss,
The devil's in his hole
Oh to sail away, To sandy lands and other days
Oh to touch the dream, Hides inside and never seen.
Into the sun the south the north, at last the birds have flown
The shackles of commitment fell, In pieces on the ground
Oh to ride the wind, To tread the air above the din
Oh to laugh aloud, Dancing as we fought the crowd
To seek the man whose pointing hand, The giant step unfolds
To guide us from the curving path, That churns up into stone
If one bell should ring, in celebration for a king
So fast the heart should beat, As proud the head with heavy feet.
Days went by when you and I, bathed in eternal summers glow
As far away and distant, Our mutual child did grow
Oh the sweet refrain, Soothes the soul and calms the pain
Oh Albion remains, sleeping now to rise again
Wandering and wondering, What place to rest the search
The mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens upon the earth
The mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth
From the earth...
I know the way, know the way, know the way, know the way (X2)
Oh the mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth.
Etiquetas: emepetrés, inner garden
posted by Ignacio Lois at 15:11
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