Etiqueta: Snow Patrol

Seguimos con el repaso de canciones que probablemente escuchemos la semana que viene en directo en el BBK Live. En esta ocasión le toca el turno a Snow Patrol, que espero que nos regale viejas joyas de anteriores álbumes y ésta de su último disco, Fallen Empires (2011).

Además, siendo como es julio, algunas siempre nos ponemos a recordar ese viaje que nos pegamos a la ciudad de los rascacielos. Y lo que más me gusta de Nueva York es que puedes ir con una maceta en la cabeza y nadie te mirará. De hecho, el propio grupo Snow Patrol se fue a Times Square a cantar esta melodía y pasaron totalmente desapercibidos entre la masa :-D.

Letra:

If you were here beside me
Instead of in New York
If the curve of you was curved on me
I’d tell you that I loved you
Before I even knew you
Cause I loved the simple thought of you

If our hearts are never broken
Well there’s no joy in the mending
There’s so much this hurt can teach us both
Though there’s distance and there’s silence
Your words have never left me
They’re the prayer that I say every day.

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Come on, come out, come here, come here
Come on, come out, come here, come here
Come on, come out, come here, come here
Come on, come out, come here, come here
The lone neon lights
And the heat of the ocean
And the fire that was starting to spark
I miss it all, from the love to the lightning
And the lack of it snaps, me in two

If you were here beside me
Instead of in New York
Of the arms you said you’d never leave
I’d tell you that it’s simple
And it was only ever thus
There is nowhere else that I belong

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Just give me a sign
There’s an end with a beginning
To the quiet chaos driving me back

The lone neon lights
And the warmth of the ocean
And the fire that was starting to go out.

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Snow Patrol es otra banda imprescindible en mi panorama musical. Iba a poner su éxito más conocido (y que a mí me sigue poniendo los pelos de punta): Chasing Cars. Pero como ya está más que oído, me desmarco con esta canción en la que comparten micrófono con Martha Wainwright (sí, sí, la hermanísima de Rufus Wainwright, otro que se pasará pronto por este blog).

Podéis encontrar esta colaboración dentro de su último álbum: Eyes Open (2006).

Letra:

I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from here to where you’d be
It’s only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place
where I’d find your face
My finger in creases
of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I’ve found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science

Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me

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I’m miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

After I have travelled so far
We’d set the fire to the third bar
We’d share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids

And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can’t keep in

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