Recién se ha cumplido el 25 aniversario de la publicación del álbum
Violator de Depeche Mode. Hay varios temas emblemáticos pero creo que el
más es este cuyo vídeo fue dirigido por Anton Corbijn y filmado en
Almería, España, donde Sergio Leone produjo sus spaghetti-western.
Los miembros de la banda lucieron como darkies cowboys ;-)
In the middle of the night
Head on my pillow looking like a little ghost
Seems like all of the things that you gave me mother
Have all gone up in smoke
In the middle of the night
You don't know what I'm thinking
But still the stars just sparkle and shine
Seems like all the time our boat was slowly sinking
You didn't even seem to mind
Now all I want to do is sleep
Now all I want to do is sleep
Now all I want to do is sleep
Lado B del sencillo "Only Happy When It Rains" (1995)
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En mitad de la noche tú no sabes lo que pienso mientras me deslumbran las estrellas.
En mitad de la noche, sólo quiero dormir, y dormir, y dormir...
I've got my head, but my head is unraveling Can't keep control, can't keep track of where it's traveling I've got my heart but my heart is no good And you're the only one that's understood
I come along but I don't know where you're taking me I shouldn't go but you're wrenching, dragging, shaking me Turn off the sun, pull the stars from the sky The more I give to you, the more I die
And I want you And I want you And I want you And I want you
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You make me hard, when I'm all soft inside I see the truth, when I'm all stupid eyed The arrow goes straight through my heart Without you everything just falls apart
My blood wants to say hello to you My fears want to get inside of you My soul is so afraid to realize How very little there is left of me
And I want you And I want you And I want you And I want you
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug You are the perfect drug, the drug, the perfect drug
Take me with you Take me with you Take me with you Take me with You
Without you, without you everything falls apart Without you, it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces Without you, without you everything falls apart Without you, it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces It's not as much fun to pick up the pieces It's not as much fun to pick up the pieces Without you, without you everything falls apart Without you, it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Del soundtrack de la peli "Lost Highway" (1997)
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The Perfect Drug me llegó mucho más por el lado visual, por ese video que encierra tanto misterio y destila aromas tan decadentes. Se dice queMark Romanek, el director, se inspiró en el arte de nuestro querido Edward Goreypero
a mí me parece demasiado tierno, con todo y su lado siniestro, jejeje,
con respecto a la atmósfera que impera en cada toma del video que cuenta
la desesperante historia de un padre que guarda luto por su hija y se
consume bebiendo ajenjo.
Contrario a lo que pueda parecer, esta canción que podría parecer un sencillo, nunca ha sido interpretada en directo.
I open my lungs, dear
I sing this song at funerals... No rush.
These lyrics heard a thousand times, just plush.
A baby boy you've held so tightly,
This pain it visits almost nightly
Missing hotel beds, I feel your touch.
I will await dear, a patience of eternity, my crush.
A universe so still.
No rust.
No dust will ever grow on this frame,
One million years, and I will say your name.
I love you more than I can ever scream.
We booked our flight those years ago,
I said I loved you as I left you.
Regrets still haunt my hollow head,
But I promised you that I will see you again, again.
I sit here and smile, dear.
I smile because I think of you and I blush.
These bleeding hollow dials, this fuss.
A fuss is made of miles and travel
Roadways are but stones and gravel.
A bleeding heart can conquer every crutch.
We booked our flight those years ago
You said you loved me as you left me.
Regrets still haunt your saddened head,
But I promised you that I will see you.
We booked our flight those years ago
I said I loved you as I left you
Regret's no longer in my head,
But I promised you and now I'm home again, again, again,
Mitad
de invierno, midwinter, y esta festividad celta podría ser la promesa
de que la primavera vendrá con la luz y el calor. Es una "llamada" a que
las semillas germinen y broten en la próxima estación. Que todo se
regenere y asi cumplir con uno más de los ciclos de la vida.
Renacimiento tras el descanso invernal.
Una de las grandes festividades paganas que la Iglesia "condensó" (imponer sería arriesgado
decirlo pues en todo caso se sincretizó) con la presentación del niño
Jesús en el templo y con la purificación de la Virgen María tras los
cuarenta días después del parto. Hoy, en el mundo cristiano, se llama
Candelaria, hay velas y luz por doquier. Antiguamente, las velas de los
pobres se bendecían para que fuesen encendidas en las ventanas durante
las tormentas y así ahuyentaran todo el mal y el peligro.
En
Irlanda, hoy es la gran festividad de St. Brigit que simboliza el fuego
del nacimiento y la salud. El Papa Sergius I (687-701 después de Cristo)
no estaba contento con la admiración que despertaba la diosa Brighid y
la "cristianizó". Unió a la diosa con St. Brigit (Bridget) que nació en
la villa irlandesa de Faughart alrededor del año 450. Su padre era el
jefe irlandés Dubthac y su madre era conocida como Brocca. De acuerdo a
la leyenda, San Patrick bautizó a sus padres.
En la tradición
irlandesa, Brighid es hija de Dagda y es la diosa del fuego de la
sanación con muchas influencias de ritos solares. También es la diosa de
los bardos, de la poesía y de la inspiración; de la herrería, la
hospitalidad, la protección del hogar, de los niños pequeños y de los
guerreros inexpertos.
Desde el 31 de enero hasta hoy, las
hogueras han ardido en los bosques y montes. El fuego no ha sido apagado
esperando la visita de la diosa :)
Más que Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me, yo creo que el álbum de tito Robert
Smith y cía. que más marcó a mi generación fue Disintegration. The Cure
'cerraba' una década que los marcó y donde experimentaron con todo tipo
de ritmos, letras y estados de ánimo. El álbum que lanzaron en mayo de
1989 reunía todo lo que había sido The Cure a lo largo de esa década.
"In a darkness of the night A vampire cast her spell A full moon's hazy light The world returns to hell In a gothic world of evil The undead walks the land The shadow of the devil The vampire takes your hand Carmilla, Marcilla, Mircalla... It's love at the first bite It's lust of a vampire A beautiful young Karnstein... Mircalla"
"We live where there's no tomorrow No past no rules to follow Consumed by the innocence we take We live out all of our days In the absence of light Just for one kiss as the lovers unite and I feel my temperature rise We got a get up Get up Get out C'mon baby..."
"She's a vampire Desire darker than black She's a vampire Reach higher, no turning back Her wings are curtains of the night She knows no wrong or right
Dead are the places where this goddess has been Cold is the skin that this creature has seen Her universe is an ocean of blood Her dining table the cradle of mud
She sees the prey and she's aware The times are hard but she don't care..."
Komm schließ die Augen, glaube mir
Wir werden fliegen über`s Meer
Ich bin nach deiner Liebe so krank
Die sich an meinem Blut betrank
Der Tag verschwand
Du wirfst dein Kleid vom Leib
Hast dein weißes Licht mir angezündet
Du mein Abendweib
Mit Wurzelhaar und Tiergesicht
Und immer werden meine Augen weit
Wenn in der Nacht
Mir solch ein Mond erscheint
Komm schließ die Augen ...
Die Bäume wachsen in den Mai
Wer will schon einsam sein
Doch heute in dem mildem Licht
Bist du so nackt und heiß
Mund an Mund die lange Nacht
Der helle Mond zieht seinen Kreis
Auf dem Boden
Da liegt dein weißes Kleid
Komm schließ die Augen ...
Come close your eyes, believe me
We will fly over the sea
I need the love so badly
Which got drunk on my blood
The day ended
You ripped your dress from your body
Lit me with your white light
You are my woman of the night
With hair of roots and animal face
And my eyes always dilate
When in the night
Such a moon appears to me
Come close your eyes ...
The trees grow in May
Who wants to be lonely
But today in the mild light
You are so naked and hot
Mouth on mouth throughout the long night
The bright moon casts its circle
On the ground
Your white dress is lying there
Come close your eyes...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HIhBqZ6fk7w "Vampire Kiss" - Stellar Corpses Forever young, forever lost, children of the night,
Avert your eyes from the cross, and scream into the night.
We sleep all day, we party all night, never grow old.
It's fun to be one of us, but how far will you go?
"We are dead until dark
But that's another thing
Nothing really matters
Behind the shades of blue
You say
You wanna live like I do
But that's another thing
Nothing really matters
Behind the shades of blue
"Love song from a vampire" - Annie Lennox (Bram Stoker's Dracula Soundtrack) Let me be the only one
To keep you from the cold
Now the floor of heaven's lain
With stars of brightest gold
They used to dance in the garden in the
middle of the night
Dancing out in the garden in the
middle of the night
O you were a vampire
and I may never see the light
O you were a vampire
and I may never see the light
"If I was your vampire Certain as the moon Instead of killing time We'll have each other Until the sun. If I was your vampire Death waits for no one Hold my hands Across your face Because I think Our time has come"
It was many years ago that I became what I am
I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb
Now I can never show my face at noon
And you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon
The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
I've the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over Bourbon Street
"And then it happened, you were in my arms
your lips on my throat- your hands on my, on my...
two bodies together the intimate sin
the pain and the pleasure could do mortals in
how could you know what I'm thinking of
to me lust can be as beautiful as love
here tonight, your pure heart and soul
untainted passion should have no control"
Somos la reencarnación de oscuras metáforas y deseos inhibidos, aunque
también, somos la nobleza en los cuentos de hadas adorados por los
niños. Somos una superstición sin base, un género artístico, una
condición psicológica, un anhelo hecho carne, una exteriorización de un
complejo culpa-lujuria-violencia y muchas otras cosas más.
