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Tricky – Hell Is Round The Corner

Hoy toca silencio para poner los dientes largos a muchos y muchas. Porque mañana, sobre esta hora más o menos, es muy probable que esté disfrutando de esta canción en vivo y en directo. Tengo ya mono de concierto (hace mucho que no voy a uno), aunque probablemente en Julio me empache con el BBK Live y Arcade Fire en dos semanas.

¡Que noooo! La música nunca empacha :-). Y menos cuando es trip-hop, como es el caso de Tricky (que supongo habrá sufrido innumerables bromas con el monstruo de las galletas ;-)). Esto me ha traído a la mente a Portishead (ojalá algún día también puede disfrutar de su directo).

El infierno está a la vuelta de la esquina.

P.D. Habemus nueva lista de reproducción de Silencio, ante el cambio de condiciones de servicio de Spotify. Ahora está en Grooveshark y la podéis escuchar sin necesidad de estar registrados/as.

Letra:

I stand firm for our soil
Lick a rock on foil
Say reduce me, seduce me,
Dress me up as Tootsie
Hell is round the corner where I shelter.
Ism’s and schisms, we’re living helter skelter [been livin’ on a study]
If you believe and deceive common sense says shouldn’t receive
Let me take you down the corridors of my life.
And when you walk, do you walk to your preference?
No need to answer till I take furthur evidence.
I seem to need a reference to get residence.
A reference to your preference to say,
I’m a good neighbor, I trudge,
So judge me for labour,
Live version of the song. The bond on me ensures [lobotomy] my good
Behavior
The constant strum insures my insanity.
Passing the ignorance ensures the struggle for my family
We’re hungry beware of our appetite.
Distant drums bring the news of a kill tonight.
The kill which I share with my passengers.
We take our fill, take our fill, take our fill.

[estribillo]
I stand firm for our soil
Lick a rock on foil
Say reduce me, seduce me,
Dress me up as Tootsie

Confused by different memories,
Details of Asian remedies
Conversations, of what’s become of enemies.
My brain thinks bomb-like,
So I listen he’s a calm type.
And as I grow, I grow collective.
Before the move sit on the perspective.
Mr. Quaye [Mr. Kray] lay in the crevice. [Distant cradle in the crevice]
And watches from the precipice.
Empirial passage.
Heat from the sun somedays slowly passes,
Until then, you have to live with yourself.
Until then, you have to live with yourself.

[estribillo]

Hell is round the corner where I shelter.
Ism’s and schisms, we’re living helter skelter [been livin’ on a study]
If you believe and deceive common sense says shouldn’t receive
Let me take you down the corridors of my life.

My brain thinks bomb-like,
My brain thinks bomb-like.

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