The Rip

La propuesta del día es "The Rip" de Portishead (Third, 2008). Tras varios años sin hacer nada juntos, creo que Portishead ha sabido dar un giro inteligente en su música. Continua eso sí su originalidad creativa al mezclar sonidos extraños, lo-fi, pero que combinados de la forma adecuada crean unos ambientes espectaculares, observados desde arriba por la increible voz de la musa, Beth Gibbons.



As she walks in the room,
Scented and tall,
Hesitating once more.
And as I take on myself,
And the bitterness I felt,
Realise that love lost, while
White horses,
They will take me away,
And the tenderness I feel,
Will send the dark underneath,
Will I follow?

Through the glory of life,
I'm scattered on the floor,
Disappointed and sore.
And in my thoughts I have bled,
For the riddles I've been fed,
Another lie moves over, while
White horses,
They will take me away,
And the tenderness I feel,
Will send the dark underneath,
Will I follow?

While, white horses,
They will take me away,
And the tenderness I feel,
Will send the dark underneath,
Will I follow?

A petición de mi hasta ahora único lector, añado una foto de la musa.