Things behind the sun

Hay un cantante auto-fallecido, medio depre(1, me gusta su estilo folk rock, combinado con sus letras otoñales(2)y lo mejor es que es poco conocidos, por lo tanto no está manoseado ni es idolo, además eso me pone como fan selecta. acá dejo mi canción favorita

dejo el video para quienes quieran escuchar :D

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lr7RCYd645c


nombre: Things Behind the sun
artista: Nick Drake
disco: Pink moon

Please beware of them that stare
They'll only smile to see you while
Your time away
And once you've seen what they have been
To win the earth just won't seem worth
Your night or your day
Who'll hear what I say.

Look around you find the ground
Is not so far from where you are
But not too wise
For down below they never grow
They're always tired and charms are hired
From out of their eyes
Never surprise.

Take your time and you'll be fine
And say a prayer for people there
Who live on the floor
And if you see what's meant to be
Don't name the day or try to say
It happened before.

Don't be shy you learn to fly
And see the sun when day is done
If only you see
Just what you are beneath a star
That came to stay one rainy day
In autumn for free
Yes, be what you'll be.

Please beware of them that stare
They'll only smile to see you while
Your time away
And once you've seen what they have been
To win the earth just won't seem worth
Your night or your day
Who'll hear what I say.

Open up the broken cup
Let goodly sin and sunshine in
Yes that's today.
And open wide the hymns you hide
You find reknown while people frown
At things that you say
But say what you'll say
About the farmers and the fun
And the things behind the sun
And the people round your head
Who say everything's been said
And the movement in your brain
Sends you out into the rain.


(1): primera mentira del post, es entero de depresivo, por eso se auto- murio.
(2) otoñales bien depresivas

pd

ya no está, no volverá

ella camina bajo la lluvia, lleva puesto un gran abrigo que parece cubrirla, pero hay algo que no puede cubrir, su cara, sus gestos, sus manos, esas uñas pintadas rojo intenso, intenso, intenso como lo que lleva dentro.
camina camina camina, ¿a quien va a ver?
ella siente como la gente pasa a su alrededor, no logra distinguir caras, tal vez no saludo a algún conocido.

busca, busca intensamente como cubrir aquello que el abrigo no puede cubrir,
cierra los ojos,busca dentro de sí ¿como parcharlo? no hay forma, o tal vez no quiera.

los recuerdos vienen a su mente, sigue caminando, hasta llegar al lugar, pero no encuentra, lo que buscaba, un grito desesperado. ya no está, no volverá