Canciones de inspiración

Por lo que sea de vez en cuando me acuerdo de alguna canción y me apetece ponerla aquí, tanto la letra como un vídeo. ¿Por qué? Pues no lo se, pero si os gusta alguna de ellas, disfrutad de estas:



Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence caused such silence,
Who are we mistaken?

But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying...

In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou...

Another mother's breakin',
Heart is taking over.
When the vi'lence causes silence,
We must be mistaken.

It's the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen.
In your head, in your head they're still fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are dying...

In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oh, ya, ya-a..

Tremenda canción de los Cranberries acerca de Irlanda del Norte. Como anécdota quiero reseñar que el muro que aparece en el vídeo todavía hoy en día divide las zonas protestante y católica de Belfast Oeste y que junto a ese muro Fernando quiso preguntar la dirección de nuestro albergue en Belfast este verano a un grupo de adolescentes de pintas bastante sospechosas... en la parte protestante y con coches con matrícula de Dublin.




So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here

Luis