Aqui, en los USA, es fiesta. Feliz día del presidente. Hoy mi reproductor mental se ha quedado en dos ruedas. O en dos canciones. Una Lemon de U2 y otra The Wrestler de Bruce Springsteen. Dos canciones, y dos estilos. Aparentemente incompatibles. Aunque no si tienes una ultraviolet mind.

Esta canción contenido en el disco de U2 Zooropa  de 1993 es una chulada. – ¿Hay algo de U2 que me suene mal?- La letra si la quieres ver traducida, dale aqui. La original debajo. Por cierto Bono es por primera vez Mc Phisto. En esta entrevista de u2eastlink. com te lo cuenta.

Lemon, see-through in the sunlight.
She wore lemon, see-through in the daylight.
She’s gonna make you cry, she’s gonna make you whisper and moan.
When you’re dry she draws water from a stone.
I feel like I’m slowly, slowly, slowly slippin’ under.
I feel like I’m holding on to nothing.

She wore lemon to colour in the cold grey night.
She had heaven and she held on so tight.

A man makes a picture, a moving picture
through the light projected, he can see himself up close.
A man captures colour, a man likes to stare.
He turns his money into light to look for her.
And I feel like I’m drifting, drifting, drifting from the shore.
And I feel like I’m swimming out to her.

Midnight is where the day begins.
Midnight is where the day begins.
Lemon, see-through in the sunlight.

A man builds a city, with banks and cathedrals.
A man melts the sand so he can see the world outside.
A man makes a car, and builds a road to run (them) on.
A man dreams of leaving, but he always stays behind.

You’re gonna meet her there
She’s your destination
You gotta get to her
She’s imagination

And these are the days when our work has come asunder.
And these are the days when we look for something other.

Midnight is where the day begins.
Midnight is where the day begins.
Midnight is where the day begins.
Midnight is where the day begins.

A man makes a picture, a moving picture;
Through light projected, he can see himself up close.
A man captures colour, a man likes to stare.
He turns his money into light to look for her.

Gotta meet her there
She’s your destination
There’s no sleeping there
She’s imagination

She is the dreamer, she’s imagination.
Through the light projected, he can see himself up close.

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La canción de The Wrestler aparece en la pelicula del mismo nombre estrenada este año. En diciembre Gusman me lo avisó cuando me pasé a tomar algo. Y si, Mickey Rourke es un firme candidato al Oscar con su actuación. Puede dar un poco pereza verla por esa sensación de que vas a ver la típica pelicula de redención que tanto les gusta a los críticos de la Academia. Puede que lo sea, pero si te gusto Pi y Requiem for a Dream del mismo director, DarrenArnofosky acercate a verla. Su pelicula anterior, La fuente de la vida, fue un fiasco total. Yo salí de la sala frío, frío. No tenía ni idea de lo que quería contar, o lo hizo mal. Mucha imagen espacial y rollo futurista-metafísco de ese con el pensar veinte segundos es suficiente de darte cuenta de que el discurso es hueco. Pero en The Wrestler lo tiene claro y con el duro de Mickey, acompañado de la siempre correcta Marisa Tomei cuenta una historia que aunque te suene conocida te agrada. Realmente son historias que necesitamos revisitar periódicamente.

La canción de Bruce, preciosa juzgalo tu mismo ahora. También tiene su importancia durante el filme la canción de Sweet Child O´mine de los Gun´s and Roses que siempre me emociona.

Si la quieres oirla con subtitulos en español aqui. 

Two, three, four

Have you ever seen a one trick pony in the field so happy and free?
If you’ve ever seen a one trick pony then you’ve seen me
Have you ever seen a one-legged dog making his way down the street?
If you’ve ever seen a one-legged dog then you’ve seen me

Then you’ve seen me, I come and stand at every door
Then you’ve seen me, I always leave with less than I had before
Then you’ve seen me, bet I can make you smile when the blood, it hits the floor
Tell me, friend, can you ask for anything more?
Tell me can you ask for anything more?

Have you ever seen a scarecrow filled with nothing but dust and wheat?
If you’ve ever seen that scarecrow then you’ve seen me
Have you ever seen a one-armed man punching at nothing but the breeze?
If you’ve ever seen a one-armed man then you’ve seen me

Then you’ve seen me, I come and stand at every door
Then you’ve seen me, I always leave with less than I had before
Then you’ve seen me, bet I can make you smile when the blood, it hits the floor
Tell me, friend, can you ask for anything more?
Tell me can you ask for anything more?

These things that have comforted me, I drive away
This place that is my home I cannot stay
My only faith’s in the broken bones and bruises I display

Have you ever seen a one-legged man trying to dance his way free?
If you’ve ever seen a one-legged man then you’ve seen me