sábado, 20 de septiembre de 2008

The Waterboys - And a bang on the ear (1989)

UK chart entry date: 1 July 1989
Peak position: 51

Hace ya un montón que no pongo música, así que allá va. The Waterboys eran un grupo medio irlandés medio escocés medio inglés, o lo son aún. O igual lo fueron, lo dejaron de ser y luego volvieron a serlo, y ahora no sé si siguen siendo siquiera. En fin, que lo único estable en este grupo es Mike Scott, que a veces graba bajo su nombre solo, y otras bajo la etiqueta de The Waterboys, nombre sacado de un verso de una canción de Lou Reed. Lo mejor que tienen, para mi gusto, es folk rock, en especial cuando no lo elaboran demasiado. Por ejemplo, 'The whole of the moon', su mayor éxito en single, es una canción molona, pero que cansa un rato cuando la oyes varias veces.

Mi favorita suya es esta, donde el cantante habla de las sucesivas mujeres de su vida, cada 'woman of the hearthfire, harbour of my soul' (mujer del fuego de la chimenea, puerto de mi alma), con un solo de un instrumento distinto entre cada estrofa. Y para quien se pregunte qué es lo del 'golpe en la oreja', es un beso en la mejilla. Así como cheli y torpón, como los que se dan a las exes.



Lindsay was my first love, she was in my class.
I would have loved to take her out, but I was too shy to ask.
The fullness of my feeling was never made clear,
but I send her my love with a bang on the ear.

Nora was my girl when I first was in a group.
I can still see her to this day, stirring chicken soup.
Now she's living in Australia working for an auctioneer,
but I send her my love with a bang on the ear.

Deborah broke my heart, and I the willing fool.
I fell for her one summer on the road to Liverpool.
I thought it was forever, but it was over within the year.
Oh, dear.
But I send her my love with a bang on the ear.

(violin solo)

The home I made with Bella became a house of pain.
We weathered it together bound by a ball and chain.
It started up in Fife. It ended up in tears.
Oh, dear.
But I send her my love with a bang on the ear.

Krista was a rover. From Canada she hailed.
We crossed swords in San Francisco. We both lived to tell the tale.
I don't know now where she is, oh, but if I had her here
I'd give her my love with a bang on the ear.

(piano solo)

So, my woman of the hearthfire, harbour of my soul,
I watch you lightly sleeping and sense the dream that does unfold,
like gold.
You to me are treasure, you to me are dear.
So I'll give you my love with a bang on the ear.

(organ solo)

1 comentario:

Albe dijo...

me encantan los water!!!