El extraño y alucinado universo de Danny MacGill

septiembre 29, 2009

Hey, boss (V): Born to run



In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway american dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin out over the line
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
Its a death trap, its a suicide rap
We gotta get out while were young
`cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run

Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs round these velvet rims
And strap your hands across my engines
Together we could break this trap
Well run till we drop, baby well never go back
Will you walk with me out on the wire
`cause baby Im just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta find out how it feels
I want to know if love is wild, girl I want to know if love is real

Beyond the palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you wendy on the streets tonight
In an everlasting kiss

The highways jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everybodys out on the run tonight but theres no place left to hide
Together wendy well live with the sadness
Ill love you with all the madness in my soul
Someday girl I dont know when were gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go and well walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us baby we were born to run


septiembre 27, 2009


Hubo un tiempo, ya hace mucho, en que todo lo que le pedía a la vida era poder tocar a Albéniz como ella.

Por supuesto, era demasiado pedir.

septiembre 22, 2009

Hey, boss (IV): The boss & the movies

La flojita y sensiblera Philadelphia no pudo tener una banda sonora mejor. A mí me transmite mucho más que la película, de hecho… Y el Boss se llevó a casa, de manera probablemente merecida (nótese el probablemente…) un tío Oscar.

Y la mucho más interesante (y sórdida y humana y dolorosa) The Wrestler, de la que ya os hablé hace poco, también tuvo el regalo de la presencia del Boss. En este caso, la opción era casi inevitable, ya que toda la película parece uno de los escenario habituales de las epopeyas white trash del Boss. Y en New Jersey. Nada menos.

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