12/17/2008

The Hunt

Canciones como "51st state" han vetado la entrada de New Model Army a los Estados Unidos, por su tinte anti-imperialista. Si bien sus letras son poesía pura, en directo se presentan contundentes, una banda de verdad como hacía tiempo que no conseguía ver. Ir a ver a NMA es ir a ver uno de eso grupos que admiras desde la adolescencia con la suerte de poder seguir disfrutando de ellos en locales pequeños. Nada de conciertos en estadios, ni en palacios de deportes, donde el sonido se confunde con el ruido y poder ver algo es un milagro. Ver a Justin Sullivan & Co. este último año ha sido de lejos lo mejor que me ha pasado musicalmente.

El tema de hoy es "The Hunt".  Acaba con unos versos que dan para pensar:

"Podríamos estar toda la vida esperando que ocurra algo
Podríamos estar la vida entera esperando que se haga justicia
A menos que la hagamos nosotros mismos"





We went into town on the Tuesday night
Searching all the places that you hang about
We're looking for you
In the back street cellar dive drinking clubs
In the discotheques and the gaming pubs
We're looking for you
You will pay the price for my own sweet brother
And what he has become
And a hundred other boys and girls
And all that you have done

We picked up the trail at the Seven Crowns
One of your cronies, he was doing your rounds
We followed him
Just a silhouette figure up Market Pass
Where the headlamps shine on the broken glass
We followed him
Over the bridge by the old canal
Where the shadows dance on the lighted wall
He stopped to light up a cigarette
And we dived into a doorway

Ch: No police, no summons, no courts of law
No proper procedure, no rules of war
No mitigating circumstance
No layers fees, no second chance

There are lasses getting trouble on their own home beat
There are old folk battered in the open street
In this city of hours
There are eyes that see but say nothing at all
There are ears that hear but they don't recall
In this city of hours
So we followed your man back to your front door
And we're waiting for you outside
'Cause not everybody here is scared of you
Not everybody passes on the other side

Ch: No police, no summons, no courts of law . . .

And we could spend our whole lives waiting for some thunderbolt to come
And we could spend our whole lives waiting for some justice to be done
Unless we make our own

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