¿CON QUIÉN CASARÍA A SU HIJA?
En un álbum absolutamente psicodélico y que, definitivamente, convertiría a los Beatles en la banda más influyente en la música de la segunda mitad del siglo,
se puede encontrar a Paul Mc Cartney y el cuarteto de cuerda de George Martin hablando de la soledad y el patetismo
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie, writing the words
of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks
in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Lo que pasa es que en plena guerra entre los chicos buenos y los chicos malos Sus Futuras Satánicas Majestades contraatacaron con la que, probablemente, sea su mejor balada. Con Jagger luciéndose y Brian Jones acompañando a la guitarra
She would never say where she came from
Yesterday dont matter if its gone
While the sun is bright
Or in the darkest night
No one knows
She comes and goes
Goodbye, ruby tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still Im gonna miss you...
Dont question why she needs to be so free
Shell tell you its the only way to be
She just cant be chained
To a life where nothings gained
And nothings lost
At such a cost
Theres no time to lose, I heard her say
Catch your dreams before they slip away
Dying all the time
Lose your dreams
And you will lose your mind.
Aint life unkind?
Goodbye, ruby tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still Im gonna miss you...
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Autor: Luis Amezaga
Fecha: 04/12/2006 13:02.





