El Poder de la Musica

No se si han tenido la oportunidad de escuchar el nuevo album de Green Day, denominado American Idiot. He descubierto que uno de los temas de ese album, Letterbomb, tiene toda la capacidad de ponerme 100% pilas. Les recomiendo que pasen por algun lado y lo escuchen. Es, de todo el album, el tema mas «Green Day», ya que el album mezcla algunos conceptos bastante interesantes. Temas como Homecoming *con sus 9 minutos y 5 sub-partes*, unido en secuencia con Whatsername, tema final del album, logran un momento de altisima tension emocional, al igual que Wake me up when September ends. Muchos de los que son mis amigos mas cercanos fueron los primeros en escuchar este tema bajo solicitud mia, y todos estuvieron de acuerdo en que es excelente (y creo que no me mintieron, bah).

Los invito a prestarle atencion a la hitoria de Jesus de los suburbios, que nos cuenta su vida, desamores, adicciones, depresiones y rutinalizacion corporativa y nostalgia del hogar. Les dejo aqui la letra de Letterbomb y Whatsername, para que se tienten….. cualquier cosa, mandenme un mail privado a buanzo ALT+64 buanzo.com.ar.

Abrazos a todos!!!!!

Letterbomb



Nobody likes you..

Everyone left you..

They’re all out without you..

Having fun..

Where have all the bastards gone?

The underbelly’s accidental high

The dummy failed the crash test

Collecting unemployment checks

You’re fucking only along for the ride

Where have all the riots gone?

As your city’s model gets pulverized

What’s in love is now in debt

On your birth certificate

So strike the fucking match to light this fuse

The television’s an obstructionist

And you don’t even know that you exist

Stand still wish to die

You better run for your fucking life

It’s not over ‘till your underground

It’s not hope before it’s too late

It’s cities burnin’

It’s not my burden

It’s not hope before it’s too late

There’s nothing left to analyze

Where will all the martyrs go when the virus cures itself?

And where will we all go when it’s too late?

And don’t look back

You’re not the Jesus of Suburbia

The St. Jimmy’s opinion of

Your father’s raise and your mother’s love

That’s made the idiot America

It’s not over ‘till your underground

It’s not hope before it’s too late

It’s cities burnin’

It’s not my burden

It’s not hope before it’s too late

She said I can’t take this place

I’m leaving it behind

Well she said I can’t take this town

I’m leaving you tonight

Whatsername

Thought I ran onto you down on the street

Then it turned out only to be a dream

I made a point to burn all of the photographs

She went away and then I took a different path

I remember the face

But I cant recall the name

Now I wonder how whatsername has been

Seems that she disappeared without a trace

Did she ever marry old what’s his face?

I made a point to burn all of the photographs

She went away and then I took a different path

I remember the face

But I cant recall the name

Now I wonder how whatsername has been

Remember, whatever

It seems like forever ago

Remember, whatever

It seems like forever ago

The regrets are useless

In my mind

She’s in my head

I must confess

The regrets are useless

She’s in my head

From so long ago

(Go, Go, Go, Go..)

And in the darkest

If my memory serves me right

I’ll never turn back time

Forgetting you, but not the time