Sonidos de Fin de Siglo .... el pasado

Traigo dos bandas cuyo sonido y melodias me dan .... enorme placer. Como encasillarlas rock alternativo?. La primera irlandesa. Van tres temas inmejorables, tres hits.

LINGER - THE CRANBERRIES 

If you, if you could return, don't let it burn, don't let it fade. 

I'm sure I'm not being rude, but it's just your attitude, 

It's tearing me apart, It's ruining everything. 

I swore, I swore I would be true, and honey, so did you. 

So why were you holding her hand? Is that the way we stand? 

Were you lying all the time? Was it just a game to you? 

But I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you. 

You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha. 

Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to, 

Do you have to let it linger? 

Que irlandesa es esta cancion que sigue, desde el cuadro con la foto JFK, el catolicon desprecio por el control de la natalidad, con las bandadas de chicos jugando en la calle, hasta el blanco y negro de este clip a pesar que toda la isla es verde, claro en la ciudad no.

ODE TO MY FAMILY - THE CANBERRIES

Understand the things I say, don't turn away from me, 

'Cause I've spent half my life out there, you wouldn't disagree. 

Do you see me? Do you see? Do you like me? 

Do you like me standing there? Do you notice? 

Do you know? Do you see me? Do you see me? 

Does anyone care? 

Unhappiness where's when I was young, 

And we didn't give a damn, 

'Cause we were raised, 

To see life as fun and take it if we can. 

My mother, my mother, 

She hold me, she hold me, when I was out there. 

My father, my father, 

He liked me, oh, he liked me. Does anyone care?

ZOMBIE - THE CRANBRERRIES

Another head hangs lowly,

Child is slowly taken.

And the violence caused such silence.

Who are we mistaken?

But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.

In your head, in your head they are fighting,

With their tanks and their bombs,

And their bombs and their guns.

In your head, in your head, they are crying...

In your head, in your head,

Zombie, zombie, zombie,

Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,

In your head,

Para terminar esta es algo posterior y ademas americanos. Dedicada a mi hija que solia cantarla muy bien.

EVANESCENCE - MY INMORTAL

I'm so tired of being here

Suppressed by all my childish fears

And if you have to leave

I wish that you would just leave

'Cause your presence still lingers here

And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal

This pain is just too real

There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears

And I held your hand through all of these years

But you still have all of me

Hasta la próxima.

Sergio

D!

Bellas viejas baladas .... para que mas

Hay canciones que son eternas especialmente por una bella melodia  y una letra acorde. Estas son de las Islas Británicas. La que sigue es una cantante inglesa llamada June Tabor nacida en 1947. El repertorio que hace es mayormente música folk.

Va la primera

WHERE ARE YOU TONIGHT - JUNE TABOR

La que viene, cantada *a cappella* es quizás el himno no oficial australiano. Waltzing Matilda, es algo así como bailando con Matilda, el atadijo con ropa y efectos personales del linyera, una canción de los temporeros que iban como nuestros crotos a buscar trabajo por la estepa, el polvoriento *outback* australiano. Trabajadores golondrina. Pero en 1915 fueron* los aussies* a la WWI de la que este año se cumplieron 100 años de iniciada y pelearon junto a los paises de la Commonwealth en apoyo de sus antiguos patrones *los brits* y puntualmente en la conocida batalla de la Península de Galipoli en el estrecho de los Dardanelos, un desembarco anfibio invadiendo lo que es y era la Turquia Europea, con pésimo resultado para los ANZAC (Australianos+Neozelandeses), siendo carne de cañon de Winston Churchill, a la sazón entonces Primer Lord del Almirantazgo es decir el Comandante en Jefe de la Marina de Guerra del UK y responsable final de la operación.

THE BAND PLAY WALTZING MATILDA - JUNE TABOR

Now when I was a young man I carried me pack

And I lived the free life of the rover.

From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback,

Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over.

Then in 1915, my country said, "Son,

It's time you stop ramblin', there's work to be done."

So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun,

And they sent me away to the war.

And the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"

As the ship pulled away from the quay,

And amidst all the cheers, the flag waving, and tears,

We sailed off to Gallipoli.

And how well I remember that terrible day,

How our blood stained the sand and the water;

And of how in that hell that they call Suvla Bay

We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.

Johnny Turky, he was waitin', he primed himself well;

He showered us with bullets, and he rained us with shell --

And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell,

Nearly blew us right back to Australia.

But the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"

When we stopped to bury our slain,

Well, we buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs,

Then we started all over again.

La que sigue es una canción posiblemente escocesa que sigue una temática parecida. La de la recién casada que ve partir a su marido porque fue reclutado en la marina y que lo pierde embarcado frente a las playas de Holanda, allá en el S XVIII. El acompañamiento de la cantante americana son los celebres músicos de The Chieftains, conjunto de folk irlandes.

LOWLANDS OF HOLLANDE - NATALIE MARCHANT & THE CHIEFTAINS 

On the night that I was married

And upon my marriage bed

There all came a bold sea captain

And he stood at my bed-head

Sayin'g Arise, arise, young wedded man

And come along with me

To the lowlands of Holland

To fight the enemy.

Now then Holland is a lovely land

And upon it grows fine grain

Sure it is a place of residence

For a soldier to remain

Hasta la próxima

Sergio

D!