Pink Floyd y Liverpool FC: You’ll Never Walk Alone

Qué poco me gusta el fútbol. Y cuánto me gusta esta parte del Fearless, de Pink Floyd, en su album Meddle.

You say the hill’s too steep to climb

Climb it.

You say you’d like to see me try
Climbing.

You pick the place and I’ll choose the time
And I’ll climb
That hill in my own way.

Just wait a while for the right day.

And as I rise above the tree lines and the clouds
I look down, hearing the sound of the things you’ve said today.

Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd

Smiling.

Merciless the magistrate turns ’round
Frowning.

And who’s the fool who wears the crown?

And go down,

in your own way

And every day is the right day

And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow
You look down, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd.

Y ya puestos, la primera canción con la que tuve Con[s]ciencia de Pink Floyd. Era yo un renacuajo, pero cada vez que salía este vídeo, flipaba en colorines y sin setas. RESONABA tanto por dentro.

(en un programa de vídeos musicales allá por mediados-finales de los años 80 que… hmmm… ahora no recuerdo cómo se llamaba, qué rabia, a ver si se acuerda alguien)

“Learning To Fly”

Aprendiendo a Volar

Into the distance, a ribbon of black

Stretched to the point of no turning back

A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction holding me fast, how
Can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Can’t keep my mind from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted Just an earth-bound misfit, I
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to find my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone

A soul in tension that’s learning to fly

Condition grounded but determined to try

Can’t keep my mind from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye

A dream unthreatened by the morning light

Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night

There’s no sensation to compare with this

Suspended animation, A state of bliss

Can’t keep my mind from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

Y sea el Liverpool FC:

When you walk through a storm

hold your head up high

And don’t be afraid of the dark.

At the end of a storm is a golden sky

And the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Tho’ your dreams be tossed and blown.

Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart

And you’ll never walk alone,

You’ll never, ever walk alone.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart

And you’ll never walk alone,

You’ll never, ever walk alone.

Artículos relacionados:

• Pink Floyd: Dark Side of the Moon

• Porque todo ángel nace de un demonio que asciende. Alejandro Jodorowsky.

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