martes, 12 de julio de 2011

Ghost of York

No recuerdo cómo llegó esta canción a mí. En todo caso, es lo de menos. Lo importante es que cuando comencé a laborar en mi empleo actual, hace más de dos años, fue una de las primeras en ser guardadas en la computadora que uso. Desde entonces (probablemente el día uno), religiosamente, al menos una vez por semana, inicio algún día con ella. No sé cuál sea el encanto, supongo que una frase en particular... Cuando más la escucho es en aquellas ocasiones en que más deseo estar fuera del lugar donde me encuentro, o cuando mi estado de ánimo es bajo o perdido. En estos días recurro mucho a ella, y quise compartirla con quien pueda interesarse.



Ghost of York, As tall as lions

I know we're all souls
just trying
to connect with
someone
but we're all left
searching on our own.

Tell me that you could hear it
three taps under the floorboard.
Don't say I'm losing it,
maybe you're deaf.
Could have sworn
that I locked
all these windows fairly tight,
shut the door,
hear a knock,
she starts turning off the lights.

And from the corner of my eye
I saw you dressed all in white
I saw you pass right by.
But maybe I had too much wine
I hope you come back tonight,
you never said goodbye.

Tell me that you could see it
a ghost who's skin is porcelain.
Don't say I'm losing it
maybe you're blind.
Saw her walk
through a wall,
turn her head and look at me.
In a York hotel hall
I am falling to my knees.

And from the corner of my eye
I saw you dressed all in white
I saw you pass right by.
But maybe I had too much wine
I hope you come back tonight,
you never said goodbye.

Softly, as your dress flows,
you say that you're alone.
But I know I can't leave you
lonely and
on your own...

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