Desde k anunciaron su llegada a Lima me dije : he de ir. Claro. Era la mejor manera de pasar la resaca de mi cumpleaños. Todo estaba planeado. Sin embargo, alteraciones de último tiempo recargaron el rumbo natural de los eventos. Y una serie de sucesos (con faldas) afectaron mi ánimo y me hicieron imposible tener ganas de asistir a tan irresistible cita. Pero, a continuación y a manera de revancha, posteo la canción que más me hubiera gustado corear y gozar tan sólo para recordar que mientras mi cuerpo estuvo en hibernación mi espíritu deseó ser aquel asesino. Pero no pudo. Porque I got soul but I´m not a soldier.
Anton Corbjin de nuevo. El genio de los videoclips -al servicio de los Asesinos -nos presenta (ver la secuencia de los números que portan las féminas ) la guerra de los sexos nuevamente: la masculinidad asaltada por la libido y el desliz matrimonial que tan sólo nos convierte en vaqueros de pacotilla (ver la escena del burrito) y, para completar el drama: la esposa engañada (marianismo) convertida en una walkiria con sed de venganza. Al final, ellas siempre ganan. Genial.
All these things that I`ve done
When there's nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son
One more son
If you can hold on
If you can hold on, hold on
I wanna stand up, I wanna let go
You know, you know - no you don't, you don't
I wanna shine on in the hearts of men
I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand
Another head aches, another heart breaks
I am so much older than I can take
And my affection, well it comes and goes
I need direction to perfection, no no no no
Help me out
Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner
You know you got to help me out
And when there's nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son
These changes ain't changing me
The cold-hearted boy I used to be
Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner
You know you got to help me out
You're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
...
Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner
You know you got to help me out
You're gonna bring yourself down
You're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down
Over and out, last call for sin
While everyone's lost, the battle is won
With all these things that I've done
All these things that I've done
If you can hold on
If you can hold on
Is there room for one more son
One more son
If you can hold on
If you can hold on, hold on
I wanna stand up, I wanna let go
You know, you know - no you don't, you don't
I wanna shine on in the hearts of men
I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand
Another head aches, another heart breaks
I am so much older than I can take
And my affection, well it comes and goes
I need direction to perfection, no no no no
Help me out
Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner
You know you got to help me out
And when there's nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son
These changes ain't changing me
The cold-hearted boy I used to be
Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner
You know you got to help me out
You're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
...
Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner
You know you got to help me out
You're gonna bring yourself down
You're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down
Over and out, last call for sin
While everyone's lost, the battle is won
With all these things that I've done
All these things that I've done
If you can hold on
If you can hold on
Y, ese 19 - casualmente - me sentí igual.
Pero, la vida debe seguir. Al final, debemos enfrentar nuestros límites. Así crecemos.
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