No me canso de escuchar Boxer, una joya de álbum del grupo The National. Para mí tiene ese algo, que no sé describir, que tienen las obras maestras.
En su día ya dejé por aquí el tema que abría el disco, “Fake Empire”. Ahora vamos con el segundo corte, “Mistaken For Strangers”.
Escuchen, escuchen…
En el siguiente video interpretan el tema en directo y con un sonido muy acústico. (El enlace al videoclip de la canción en youtube lo tenéis junto al resto de links, un poco más abajo).
(si no lo ves, está aquí: http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=y_5FJe6lJI8)
Enlaces relacionados:
- The National en 40formasdeintimidad, Fake Empire
- Web oficial: www.americanmary.com (estuvo a punto de ser el nombre de la banda)
- The National en myspace
- Información en wikipedia: en español / en inglés
- Videoclip de “Mistaken For Strangers”, youtube
- La canción en mp3
“Mistaken For Strangers” (The National, Boxer. 2007)
[letra]
You have to do it running but you do everything that they ask you to
cause you don’t mind seeing yourself in a picture
as long as you look faraway, as long as you look removed
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters
You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults
Make up something to believe in your heart of hearts
so you have something to wear on your sleeve of sleeves
so you swear you just saw a feathery woman
carry a blindfolded man through the trees
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters
You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults
You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults
Una verdadera obra maestra!