Aún conservo con veneración la cinta de 90´ con el
"Script for a jester´s tear" por una cara, y este
"Fugazi", por la otra. Tengo asociadas sus innumerables escuchas a mi adolescencia de ser huraño, solitario y atormentado por demonios interiores (bueno, la verdad es que esto tampoco ha cambiado tanto, salvo que antes me atenazaban por el cuello, y ahora me voy de orgías con ellos... jeje).
Supongo que será algo personal, pero para mí al menos aún no ha surgido el grupo que iguale a
Marillion en cuanto a expresar musicalmente la tristeza, como sentimiento mantenido y sin golpes de efecto, con esa sensibilidad y preciosismo. Hay que ser un auténtico genio de la música para conseguir piezas así.
Espero que os guste.
We are jigsaw pieces aligned on the perimeter edge
Interlocked through a missing piece
We are renaissance children becalmed beneath the Bridge of Sighs
Forever throwing firebrands at the stonework
We are Siamese children related by the heart
Bleeding from the surgery of initial confrontation
Holding the word scalpels on trembling lips
Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye
Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why
Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today
And the problem always seems to be we're picking up the pieces on the ricochet
Drowning tequila sunsets, stowaways on midnight ships
Refugees of romance plead asylum from the real
Scrambling distress signals on random frequencies
Forever repatriated on guilt laden morning planes
We are pilots of passion sweating the flight on course
To another summit conference, another breakfast time divorce
Screaming out a ceasefire, snow-blind in an avalanche zone
Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye
Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why
Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today
And the problem always seems to be we're picking up the pieces on the ricochet
Are we trigger happy?
Russian roulette in the waiting room
Empty chambers embracing the end
Puzzled visions haunt the ripples of a trevi moon
Dream coins for the fountain or to cover your eyes
We reached ignition point from the sparks of pleasantries
We sensed the smoke advancing from horizons
You must have known that I was concealing an escape
Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye, say goodbye
Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why
Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today, starts today
And the problem always seems to be we're picking up the pieces
On the ricochet, this is the ricochet.
