Esto es #Music un espacio destinado a destacar canciones.
Ya sea canciones que se nos mencionen en una novela, en la adaptación de la misma al cine o una canción que queramos recomendar (por cualquier razón).
En muchas ocasiones podemos leer en silencio, o con el ruido de la ciudad de fondo, pero a veces necesitamos música para leer, o simplemente puede dar la casualidad de estar leyendo y que llegue a nuestra mente u oídos alguna canción.
Cómo sabrán, y a muchos de ustedes les ocurrirá, la música es parte de la vida de uno, al igual que los libros, se transforman en una especie de continuación de nuestra mente y nuestro ser. Todos tenemos alguna canción, artista o grupo preferido; a todos se nos pega una canción de tal manera que podemos pasar el día escuchándola; a todos nos pasa de no escuchar una canción durante años y luego escucharla y sentir que te sigue gustando tanto como en aquellos tiempos.
Hacía ya tiempo que no publicaba nada sobre música, y la entrada ha vuelto de la mano de algunos clásicos y de Wulf Dorn, quien ha elegido unas muy buenas canciones para su novela La psiquiatra.
La primera parte de la novela se llama "La paciente" y junto a ella se nos anexa una canción ("Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps)") de David Bowie, que luego de terminar la primera parte entendemos por qué está allí y le damos la razón al autor por incluirla. Personalmente creo que calza como anillo al dedo.
She had an horror of rooms she was tired you can't hide beat
When I looked in her eyes they were blue but nobody home
She could've been a killer if she didn't walk the way she do, and she do
She opened strange doors that we'd never close again
She began to wail jealousies scream
Waiting at the lights know what I mean
Scary monsters, super creeps
Keep me running, running scared
Scary monsters, super creeps
Keep me running, running scared
She asked me to stay and I stole her room
She asked for my love and I gave her a dangerous mind
Now she's stupid in the street and she can't socialise
Well I love the little girl and I'll love her till the day she dies
She wails
Jimmy's guitar sound jealousies scream
Waiting at the lights know what I mean
Scary monsters, super creeps
Keep me running, running scared
Scary monsters, super creeps
Keep me running, running scared
Scary monsters, super creeps
Keep me running, running scared
Scary monsters, super creeps
Keep me running, running scared
Oh oh woh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh woh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ya en la segunda parte, "El monstruo" se nos comparte una segunda canción, esta vez de la banda The sisers of Mercy (banda británica de rock gótico) con su "Temple of Love" de 1983. Esta canción no la había escuchado en mi vida, pero debo admitir que me gustó mucho, tiene un buen ritmo y estilo.
With the fire from the fireworks up above me
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain at hand
You run for cover in the temple of love
You run for another but still the same
For the wind will blow my name across this land
In the temple of love you hide together
Still believing pain and fear outside
But someone near you rides the weather
And the tears he cried will rain
On walls as wide as lovers' eyes
In the temple of love, shine like thunder
In the temple of love, cry like rain
In the temple of love, hear my calling
In the temple of love, hear my name
And the devil in a black dress watches over
My guardian angel walks away
Life is short and love is always over in the morning
Black wind come carry me far away
With the sunlight died and the night above me
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain inside
You run for cover in the temple of love
You run for another, it's all the same
For the wind will blow and throw your walls aside
With the fire from the fireworks up above
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain
You run for cover in the temple of love
Shine like thunder, cry like rain
And the temple of love grows old and strong
But the wind blows stronger, cold and long
And the temple of love will fall before this
Black wind calls my name to you no more
In the black sky thunder sweeping under
Ground and over water
Sounds of crying, weeping will not save
Your faith for bricks and dreams for mortar
All your prayers must seem as nothing
Ninety-six below the wave
When stone is dust and only air remains
In the temple of love, shine like thunder
In the temple of love, cry like rain
In the temple of love, hear the calling
In the temple of love, is falling down
In the temple of love, in the temple of love
In the temple of love, shine like thunder
In the temple of love, cry like rain
In the temple of love, hear my calling
In the temple of love, hear my name
In the black sky thunder sweeping under
Ground and over water
Sounds of crying, weeping will not save
Your faith for bricks and dreams for mortar
All your prayers must seem as nothing
Ninety-six below the wave when
Stone is dust and air remains the
Only haven you can trust
And the devil in the black dress watches over
My guardian angel walks away
Life is short and love is always over in the morning
Black wind come carry me far away
With the fire from the fireworks up above
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain
You run for cover in the temple of love
Shine like thunder, cry like rain
And the temple of love grows old and strong
But the wind blows stronger, cold and long
And the temple of love will fall before this
Black wind calls my name to you no more
Hide together, the temple of love
In the temple of love you hide together
Still believing pain and fear outside
But someone near you rides the weather
And the tears he cried will rain
On walls as wide as lovers' eyes
In the temple of love, shine like thunder
In the temple of love, cry like rain
In the temple of love, near the calling
And the temple of love, is falling down
Y, por úlimo, Wanderer Fantasie de Shubert
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