jueves, diciembre 03, 2009

Tan lejos, tan cerca


O recuerdos del mejor U2 y los delirios saludables de Win Wenders.


GREEN LIGHT, SEVEN ELEVEN

YOU STOP IN FOR A PACK OF CIGARETTES
YOU DONT SMOKE, DONT EVEN WANT TO
I SEE YOU CHECK YOUR CHANGE
DRESSED UP LIKE A CAR CRASH

THE WHEELS ARE TURNING BUT
YOURE UPSIDE DOWN
YOU SAY WHEN HE HITS YOU, YOU DONT MIND
BECAUSE WHEN HE HURTS YOU, YOU FEEL ALIVE
IS THAT WHAT IT IS?
RED LIGHTS, GREY MORNING
YOU STUMBLE OUT OF A HOLE IN THE GROUND
A VAMPIRE OR A VICTIM
IT DEPENDS ON WHOS AROUND

YOU USED TO STAY IN TO WATCH THE ADVERTS
YOU COULD LIP SYNCH TO THE TALK SHOWS
AND IF YOU LOOK, YOU LOOK THROUGH ME
AND IF YOU TALK ITS NOT TO ME
AND WHEN I TOUCH YOU, YOU DONT FEEL A THING
IF I COULD STAY... THEN THE NIGHT
WOULD GIVE YOU UP
STAY, AND THE DAY WOULD KEEP ITS TRUST
STAY, AND THE NIGHT WOULD BE ENOUGH


FARAWAY, SO CLOSE
UP WITH THE STATIC AND THE RADIO
WITH SATELITE TELEVISION
YOU CAN GO ANYWHERE
MIAMI, NEW ORLEANS, LONDON,
BELFAST AND BERLIN
AND IF YOU LISTEN I CANT CALL
AND IF YOU JUMP, YOU JUST MIGHT FALL
AND IF YOU SHOUT ILL ONLY HEAR YOU
IF I COULD STAY... THEN THE NIGHT
WOULD GIVE YOU UP
STAY THEN THE DAY WOULD KEEP ITS TRUST
STAY WITH THE DEMONS YOU DROWNED
STAY WITH THE SPIRIT I FOUND
STAY AND THE NIGHT WOULD BE ENOUGH
THREE OCLOCK IN THE MORNING


ITS QUIET AND THERES NO ONE AROUND
JUST THE BANG AND THE CLATTER
AS AN ANGEL RUNS TO GROUND
JUST THE BANG AND THE CLATTER
AS AN ANGEL HITS THE GROUND LUZ VERDE, UN SEVEN ELEVEN.