Si ayer teníamos a Marta (su hermana), hoy se pasea por este blog Rufus Wainwright: un provocador nato con un estilo muy característico. Yo descubrí a este artista en la BSO de El diario de Bridget Jones junto a Dido interpretando I Eat Dinner. La voz me resultó peculiar pero no fue hasta que sacó su disco en 2007 Release the Stars, cuando me picó la curiosidad. Y fruto de esa curiosidad viene mi recomendación de hoy: una crítica inteligente a su lugar de origen.
Letra:
I’m going to a town that has already been burnt down
I’m going to a place that has already been disgraced
I’m gonna see some folks who have already been let down
I’m so tired of AmericaI’m gonna make it up for all of The Sunday Times
I’m gonna make it up for all of the nursery rhymes
They never really seem to want to tell the truth
I’m so tired of you, AmericaMaking my own way home, ain’t gonna be alone
I’ve got a life to lead, America
I’ve got a life to leadTell me, do you really think you go to hell for having loved?
Tell me, enough of thinking everything that you’ve done is good
I really need to know, after soaking the body of Jesus Christ in blood
I’m so tired of AmericaI really need to know
I may just never see you again, or might as well
You took advantage of a world that loved you well
I’m going to a town that has already been burnt down
I’m so tired of you, AmericaMaking my own way home, ain’t gonna be alone
I’ve got a life to lead, America
I’ve got a life to lead
I got a soul to feed
I got a dream to heed
And that’s all I needMaking my own way home, ain’t gonna be alone
I’m going to a town
That has already been burnt down