Bright Eyes...

Sigo con la música... Escuché los discos de Okkervil River y Franz Ferdinand hasta que los respectivos cantantes quedaron disfónicos, así que, en búsqueda de algo nuevo, me decidí a ponerle atención al disco I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning de Bright Eyes que me había comprado un tiempo atrás y no había pescado más.

El fuerte de Conor Oberst no es la música (que no es mala) sino las letras desgarradoras, complejas, filosóficas, políticas, tiernas... En fin, el tipo transmite emociones puras en cada verso. A veces, escuchándolo, creo que hasta podría llegar a entender la poesía... si no tuviera este cuero de chancho insensible y basto con el que nací. Pero no importa, la música me mueve y me gusta mucho y voy a escuchar el disco hasta que Conor pida agüita... A lo mejor lo mezclo con el disco Two Cinemas de los canadienses The New Pornographers que me llegó hoy... Porque, como dijo el protagonista de un libro de Unamuno cuyo título no quiero recordar: "Gallina todos los días, amarga la cocina".

Por mientras, algunos trozos de letras de Conor Oberst, de Landlocked Blues:

We made love on the living room floor
With the noise in the background of a televised war
And in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say
“If we walk away, they’ll walk away”

But greed is a bottomless pit
And our freedom’s a joke
We’re just taking a piss
And the whole world must watch the sad comic display
If you’re still free start running away
Cause we’re coming for you!


De Road to Joy:

The sun came up with no conclusions
Flowers sleepin' in their beds
The city cemetary's hummin'
I'm wide awake, its mornin'

I have my drugs, I have my woman
they keep away my loneliness
My parents, they have their religion
But sleep in seperate houses

[...]

So when you're asked to fight a war thats over nothing
Its best to join the side thats gonna win
No one's sure how all of this got started
But we're gonna make 'em God damn certain how its gonna end
Oh yah we will, oh yah we will!


Finalmente, de Lua:

And I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss
So many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
But me, I'm not a gamble, you can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening by the morning won't exist

You're looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black
Just keep going to the bathroom, always say you'll be right back
Well, it takes one to know one, kid, I think you've got it bad
But what's so easy in the evening by the morning's such a drag

I got a flask inside my pocket, we can share it on the train
And if you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same
We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain
But what was normal in the evening by the morning seems insane

And I'm not sure what the trouble was that started all of this
The reasons all have run away, but the feeling never did
It's not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live
Cause what is simple in the moonlight by the morning never is