viernes, abril 13, 2007

John Cooper Clark - Majorca

Hoy no hay vídeo asociado al tema del post, es complicado encontrar material.
Por eso, el que esté interesado, primero debe bajarse el mp3 y luego disfrutar del texto. Sino no es lo mismo...

Bájate el mp3 del siguiente enlace: John Cooper Clark - Majorca (el sitio es de fiar, y el archivo lo he subido yo mismo). Aunque el texto de la performance se aleja un poco del que he copiado aquí.

Otra vez John Cooper Clark. Genial, brutal, fantástico. Mallorca como metáfora, bueno, una parte muy concreta de Mallorca.

m a j o r c a


fasten your seatbelts says a voice
inside the plane you can't hear no noise
engines made by rolls royce
take your choice
...make mine majorca

check out the parachutes
can't be found
alert those passengers
they'll be drowned
a friendly mug says "settle down"
when i came round i was gagged and bound
...for Majorca

and the eyes caress
the neat hostess
her unapproachable flip finesse
i found the meaning of the word excess
they've got little bags if you wanna make a mess
i fancied Cuba but it cost me less
...to Majorca

(Whose blonde sand fondly kisses the cool fathoms of the blue mediteranean)

they packed us into the white hotel
you could still smell the polycell
wet white paint in the air-conditioned cells
the waiter smelled of fake Chanel
Gaulois... Garlic as well
says if i like... i can call him "Miguel"
...well really

i got drunk with another fella
who'd just brought up a previous paella
he wanted a fight but said they were yella'
...in Majorca

the guitars rang and the castinets clicked
the dancer's stamped and the dancer's kicked
it's likely if you sang in the street you'd be nicked
the double diamond flowed like sick
mother's pride, tortilla and chips
pneumatic drills when you try to kip
...in Majorca

a stomach infection put me in the shade
must have been something in the lemonade
but by the balls of franco i paid
had to pawn my bucket and spade
next year I'll take the international brigade
...to Majorca

1 comentario:

Anónimo dijo...

Me encantan los cantantes que generan este tipo de complicidades con el público.

Recuerdo, hará unos años de esto, algo que ocurrió con Bobby MacFerrin en el festival de jazz de Vitoria. Comenzó a improvisar y sin pedir colaboración del público, la multitud terminó implicandose de un modo casi irreal.