Muchas cosas han pasado desde el último post, del que literalmente, podría decir "ya llovió".
Sobre estos días nublados, lluviosos, encharcados, inundados, melancólicos y confusos, me topé con una canción maravillosa que define exactamente la sensación que me invade esta semana. Me encantó porque es una canción amable, hasta podría decir que esperanzadora, oirla me ayuda a convencerme de que, despues de todo -y soltando un poco de lastre- uno puede dejar de sentirse así, como una maderita que flota a la deriva.
Travis tocará en el palacio de los deportes este próximo jueves 2 de agosto y para los que se lo pregunten, por supuesto que me rayará oirlos -con su perfecto y limpio estilo inglés- tocar "drift wood" para mi beneplácito.
DRIFTWOOD
Travis
Everything is open
Nothing is set in stone
Rivers turn to oceans
Oceans tide you home
Home is where the heart is
But your heart had to roam
Drifting over bridges
Never to return
Watching bridges burn
You're driftwood floating underwater
Breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces
Just driftwood, hollow and of no use
Waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you
Nobody is an island
Everyone had to go
Pillars turn to butter
Butter flying low
Low is where your heart is
But your heart has to grow
Drifting under bridges
Never with the flow
And you really didn't think it would happen
But it really is the end of the line
So I'm sorry that you've turned to driftwood
But you've been drifting for a long, long time
Everywhere there's trouble
Nowhere's safe to go
Pushes turn to shovels
Shoveling the snow
Frozen you have chosen
The path you wish to go
Drifting now forever
And forever more
Until you reach your shore
You're driftwood floating underwater
Breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces
Just driftwood, hollow and of no use
Waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you
And you really didn't think it would happen
But it really is the end of the line
So I'm sorry that you've turned to driftwood
But you've been drifting for a long, long time
You've been drifting, for a long, long
Drifting for a long, long time
Sobre estos días nublados, lluviosos, encharcados, inundados, melancólicos y confusos, me topé con una canción maravillosa que define exactamente la sensación que me invade esta semana. Me encantó porque es una canción amable, hasta podría decir que esperanzadora, oirla me ayuda a convencerme de que, despues de todo -y soltando un poco de lastre- uno puede dejar de sentirse así, como una maderita que flota a la deriva.
Travis tocará en el palacio de los deportes este próximo jueves 2 de agosto y para los que se lo pregunten, por supuesto que me rayará oirlos -con su perfecto y limpio estilo inglés- tocar "drift wood" para mi beneplácito.
DRIFTWOOD
Travis
Everything is open
Nothing is set in stone
Rivers turn to oceans
Oceans tide you home
Home is where the heart is
But your heart had to roam
Drifting over bridges
Never to return
Watching bridges burn
You're driftwood floating underwater
Breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces
Just driftwood, hollow and of no use
Waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you
Nobody is an island
Everyone had to go
Pillars turn to butter
Butter flying low
Low is where your heart is
But your heart has to grow
Drifting under bridges
Never with the flow
And you really didn't think it would happen
But it really is the end of the line
So I'm sorry that you've turned to driftwood
But you've been drifting for a long, long time
Everywhere there's trouble
Nowhere's safe to go
Pushes turn to shovels
Shoveling the snow
Frozen you have chosen
The path you wish to go
Drifting now forever
And forever more
Until you reach your shore
You're driftwood floating underwater
Breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces
Just driftwood, hollow and of no use
Waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you
And you really didn't think it would happen
But it really is the end of the line
So I'm sorry that you've turned to driftwood
But you've been drifting for a long, long time
You've been drifting, for a long, long
Drifting for a long, long time
