jueves, 31 de octubre de 2013

Lou Reed. Halloween Parade

El pasado domingo escuchando Sonideros de Radio 3 me enteré de la muerte de Lou Reed. Hubo una época de mi vida en que escuchaba a menudo al malhumorado neoyorkino y su música vino para quedarse. Tengo varios de sus discos y dos de ellos son fundamentales en mi dieta musical y recurro a ellos a menudo: New York y Magic & Loss. El primero es para mi su mejor disco y el segundo es casi tan bueno lo que ocurre es que es demasiado oscuro y triste como para escucharlo habitualmente. 

Lou Reed siempre fue uno de mis letristas favoritos en el mundo del rock, en ese aspecto por ejemplo mucho más cercano que Bob Dylan. En fin cuando supe de la noticia me acordé de dos amigos Oscar y Rober con los que solía hablar a menudo de Lou Reed. Oscar me pasó algunos de sus discos y aquella monumental caja de la Velvet Underground. Me introdujo el veneno por la música de este sujeto. En su disco New York figuraba entre otras esta maravillosa Halloween Parade.



There's a down town fairy singing out, "Proud Mary"
As she cruises Christopher Street
And some Southern Queen is acting loud and mean
Where the docks and the Badlands meet

This Halloween is something to be sure
Especially to be here without you

There's a Greta Garbo and an Alfred Hitchcock
And some black Jamaican stud
There's five Cinderellas and some leather drags
I almost fell into my mug

There's a Crawford, Davis and a tacky Cary Grant
And some homeboys lookin' for trouble down here from the Bronx

But there ain't no Hairy and no Virgin Mary
You won't hear those voices again
And Johnny Rio and Rotten Rita
You'll never see those faces again

This Halloween is something to be sure
Especially to be here without you

There's the Born Again Losers and the Lavender Boozers
And some crack team from Washington Heights
The boys from Avenue B and the girls from Avenue D
A Tinkerbell in tights

This celebration somehow gets me down
Especially when I see you're not around

There's no Peter Pedantic saying things romantic
In Latin, Greek or Spic
There's no Three bananas or Brandy Alexander
Dishing all their tricks

It's a different feeling that I have today
Especially when I know you've gone away

There's a girl from Soho with a T-shirt saying, "I blow"
She's with the 'Jive five 2 plus 3'
And the girls for pay dates are giving cut rates
Or else doing it for free

The past keeps knock, knock, knocking on my door
And I don't want to hear it anymore

No consolations please for feelin' funky
I got to get my head above my knees
But it makes me mad and mad makes me sad
And then I start to freeze

In the back of my mind, I was afraid it might be true
In the back of my mind, I was afraid that they meant you

The Halloween Parade
At the Halloween Parade
At the Halloween Parade
See you next year, at the Halloween Parade

(Halloween Parade)
(Halloween Parade)
(Halloween Parade)