PERLAS ENCONTRADAS: LAURYN HILL - WORLD IS A HUSTLE

Of the world
Spun by evil men with lies
Only programmed to agree
With what we see before our eyes
Running after status quo
On a television show
Just a picture perfect life
It’s the only life we know
And this uncomfortable reality
Got me chasing, chasing fallacy
And the pace the pace is killing me
But I so willingly practiced it
Just like it’s my friend
When the whole world is a hustle
Exactly where did we arrive
In this manufactured life
to Sell my soul just to survive (yes)
In the game of numbers
I must thank the Gods of Industry
oh for the opportunity
or I display such loyalty
oh for the way that they exploit me (yes)
Oh to consider life outside of this
Just like a splinter in
My mind persists
But the ministry of fear exists
Only to keep me from knowing the truth
Stealing my youth (oooh)
When the whole world is a hustle
Escape familiarity
Means that I must face the fear in me
And do something with this greed in me
In order to address this need in me
Oh but I must confess
The pride I keep
Protecting as if it’s my friend
Oh, when will it end?
When the whole world is a hustle
To consider life
Outside of this
Just like a splinter in
My mind persists.
But the ministry of fear exists
Only to keep me from knowing the truth.
And it’s my excuse
When the whole world is a hustle
When it is, when it is.
(Instrumental)
Oh to escape this mere analogy
Means I must face the fear in me
And do something with this greed in me
In order to address this need in me
Oh but I must confess
The pride I keep
Protecting as if it’s my friend
Until the bitter end
When the whole of the world is a hustle
Everybodys got it going on (yeah right, yeah right)
Everybodys so damn strong (yeah right, yeah right)
When the whole of the world is a hustle
A hustle (x5)
I must exercise my faith
When the whole world is a hustle

JEFF BUCKLEY: OUR LAST GOODBYE

Nació el 17 de noviembre del 66. Murió el 29 de mayo del 97. Tenía 30 años, era más joven que yo. Y cantaba como los ángeles...

Grace se publicó en 1994, y pocos discos debut han plasmado con tanta fuerza el alma y el carácter de un artista. Como una macabra premonición ante lo que ocurriría 3 años después, es como si Jeff supiera que sólo tenía esa oportunidad para sacar todo lo que tenía por ofrecernos, y en ese disco encontramos 10 pedazos, entre los que está Last Goodbye:

La voz de Jeff se la llevó el río Mississippi cuando preparaba el repertorio del que sería su segundo disco, que se publicó póstumamente en 1998, Sketches for my Sweetheart the Drunk, y realmente hay algunas canciones en las que parece que nos esté cantando desde otro lugar menos terrenal...

There's no easy answer, none to blame or forgive.
Two cripples dancing to the end we live.
I'm not with you, not of you.
Not with you, not of you.
You are soft and young to me
I am the ghost who comes and goes
And I hope I'll catch you in the throws
Of one last look at the wonder,
One last look at the wonder.
Oh, God, I love you
And all the past we once knew
Some other love becomes you
Whatever else we come to
I know we could be so happy, baby
If we wanted to be
You are soft and young to me
I am the ghost who comes and goes
I'm hoping that I'll catch you in the throws
Of one last look at the joy that we've become.
But there's no easy answer, none to blame or forgive.
We were two cripples dancing, to the bitter end we live.
I'm not with you, but of you.
I'm not with you, but of you.
Oh, God, I loved you
And all the past we once knew
Some other love becomes you
Whatever else it comes to
I know we could be so happy, baby
If we wanted to be
We had a birthplace in common
We had separate beds and lives.
Just sit here and blow....
break out the oldest pictures
and your ruined letters out to dry
We had a birthplace in common
We had separate beds and lives.
I know we could be so happy, baby
If we wanted to be
I know we could be so happy, baby
If we wanted to be
Yeah, oh.

Pues sí, podríamos ser tan felices...si quisiéramos...