Hace justamente 12 años, Adrian Borland se marchó sin despedirse. Como si estuviera tarareando su canción, escuchando un tren acercarse, invadido por un pesado estado de ánimo, dando un paso adelante, en el arcén, dos hacia atrás, ahora, inseguro, tarareando esa maldita canción...
This long dark train
For years it's rolled
We cry in vain
The doors stay closed
Driven for the few
By sleight of hand
It runs the length
Of this shattered land
But soon the chance will come
The chance to leave this train
And don't forget, don't forget, NO, NO
To never come this way again
Death on the tracks
It rattles down
Past silent yards
Through ghostly towns
Past disused towers
It powers by
It runs on time
It runs on lies
I think I hear the scream of brakes
And just up ahead the buffers wait
En Micronesia echamos de menos a alguien tan excepcional...
The terminal for this long dark train
This long dark train
For years it's rolled
We cry in vain
The doors stay closed
Driven for the few
By sleight of hand
It runs the length
Of this shattered land
But soon the chance will come
The chance to leave this train
And don't forget, don't forget, NO, NO
To never come this way again
Death on the tracks
It rattles down
Past silent yards
Through ghostly towns
Past disused towers
It powers by
It runs on time
It runs on lies
I think I hear the scream of brakes
And just up ahead the buffers wait
En Micronesia echamos de menos a alguien tan excepcional...
The terminal for this long dark train
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2 comments:
Genio!!
Cuando decidió irse, hace tiempo que se había rendido. Sólo así se entienden algunas de sus canciones.
Great blog you have heree
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