Para los que no sean anglo-parlantes: "los objetos en el retrovisor pueden parecer más cerca de lo que están" Empecé a escuchar a Meat Loaf y Jim Steinman tarde. Pero esa espera merecía la pena, por lo que he vivido conjuntamente había fallecido hacía poco tiempo cuando lo escuché por primera vez, y por tanto me sentí muy identificado con parte de su primera estrofa. Siempre que lo escucho me recuerda a el. Y en cierto modo me gusta. Aunque en si misma la canción es mucho más: Una de las canciones más emotivas del disco, además con fragmentos basados en la propia existencia de Meat Loaf. Relata la vivencias de un niño que crece sin demasiadas preocupaciones junto a su amigo, hasta que el destino se interpone. Es nuevamente una canción de amor, una relación desesperada con una mujer y una relación fraternal angustiosa, la huida del nido materno para empezar una nueva vida. Que pena que en este país este tipo de fenómenos musicales pasen casi desapercibidos. No es fácil hacerle entender a la gente que el rock es una expresión cultural que merece la pena ser vivida intensamente.
Alguien, semanas atrás, me criticaba que últimamente en este blog hay demasiadas miradas hacia el pasado. No deja de tener razón, no deja de ser una verdad. Demasiado nostálgico y demasiado llorón. Será que es un axioma en mi vida. Miraremos menos al retrovisor y aceleraremos a fondo. A fin de cuentas, si la vida es una autopista, entonces el alma tan sólo es un coche... y los objetos en el retrovisor pueden parecer más cercanos de lo que están.
| The skies were pure and the fields were green
And the sun was brighter than its ever been
When I grew up with my best friend kenny
We were close as any brothers than you ever knew
It was always summer and the future called
We were ready for adventures and we wanted them all
And there was so much left to dream and so much time to make it real
But I can still recall the sting of all the tears when he was gone
They said he crashed and burned
I know Ill never learn why any boy should die so young
We were racing, we were soldiers of fortune
We got in trouble but we sure got around
There are times I think I see him peeling out of the dark
I think hes right behind me now and hes gaining ground
But it was long ago and it was far away, oh God it seems so very far
And if life is just a highway, then the soul is just a car
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And when the sun descended and the night arose
I heard my father cursing everyone he knows
He was dangerous and drunk and defeated
And corroded by failure and envy and hate
There were endless winters and the dreams would freeze
Nowhere to hide and no leaves on the trees
And my fathers eyes were blank as he hit me again and again and again
I know I still believe hed never let me leave, I had to run away alone
So many threats and fears, so many wasted years before my life became
My own
And though the nightmares should be over
Some of the terrors are still intact
Ill hear that ugly coarse and violent voice
And then he grabs me from behind and then he pulls me back
There was a beauty living on the edge of town
And she always put the top up and the hammer down
And she taught me everything Ill ever know
About the mystery and the muscle of love
The stars would glimmer and the moon would glow
Im in the back seat with my julie like a romeo
And the signs along the highway all said, caution! kids at play!
Those were the rights of spring and we did everything
There was salvation every night
We got our dreams reborn and our upholstery torn
But everything we tried was right
She used her body just like a bandage
She used my body just like a wound
Ill probably never know where she disappeared
But I can see her rising up out of the back seat now
Just like an angel rising up from a tomb
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
She used her body just like a bandage
She used my body just like a wound
Ill probably never know where she disappeared
But I can see her rising up out of the back seat now |
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