Radiohead y Gastón Viñas

Esta entrada está automatizada para aparecer en el blog a las 22.00 horas de hoy, cuando el acto de Valente haya terminado y quede por delante un largo fin de semana en en el que el ordenador estará casi todo el tiempo lejos. Dejaré el vídeo de Viñals todavía un tiempo porque me gusta tenerlo ahí arriba.

Para los que pasan por aquí, he querido dejar un par de vídeos que el artista Gastón Viñas realizó hace un tiempo con dos canciones de Radiohead. Creo que ya he hablado de Radiohead en este blog alguna vez pero no estará de más repetir que opino que es lo más importante que le ha pasado a la música en los últimos 15 años. Experimentar y ser un éxito está al alcance de pocos, y Thom Yorke y su grupo son de esos elegidos. De las dos canciones, la primera es excelente (2+2=5), los impacientes que esperan al 01:54, y la segunda, A wolf at the door, no está entre las mejores del grupo pero crece en el vídeo. Orwell y Caperucita.

Sobre Gastón Viñas únicamente decir que me fascina el trabajo gráfico de este argentino. Podéis encontrar más sobre él y su obra en los dos siguientes blogs:

http://grapevineindustries.com/

http://elhombreilustrado.blogspot.com/2009/01/dios_07.html

Y ahora os dejo con esta combinación de música, letras trabajadas y arte visual. Feliz fin de semana. All hail to the thief.



Letra de 2+2=5

Are you such a dreamer
To put the world to rights?
I'll stay home forever
Where two and two always makes a five

I'll lay down the tracks
Sandbag and hide
January has April's showers
And two and two always makes a five

It's the devil's way now
There is no way out
You can SCREAM and you can shout
It is too late now

Because...
You have not been!

Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
You have not been paying attention

Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
You have not been paying attention

Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
You have not been paying attention

Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention oohh

I try to sing along
But I get it all wrong
Cozimnot
Cozimnot

I swat 'em like flies but like flies the buggers keep coming back NOT
But I’m not

All hail to the thief
All hail to the thief

But I'm not
But I'm not
But I'm not
But I'm not

Don't question my authority or put me in the box
Cozimnot
Cozimnot

Oh go and tell the king that the sky is falling in

When it's not
But it's not
But it's not
Maybe not
Maybe not



Letra de A wolf at the door

Drag him out your window
Dragging out the dead
Singing I miss you
Snakes and ladders flip the lid
Out pops the cracker
Smacks you in the head
Knifes you in the neck
Kicks you in the teeth
Steel toe caps
Takes all your credit cards
Get up get the guns
Get the axe
Get the flan in the face
The flan in the face
The flan in the face
Dance you fucker dance you fucker
Don't you dare
Don't you dare
Don't you flan in the face
Take it with the love its given
Take it with a pinch of salt
Take it to the taxman
Let me back
Let me back
I promise to be good
Don't look in the mirror at the face you don't recognize
Help me, call the doctor, put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside

I keep the wolf from the door
But he calls me up
Calls me on the phone
Tells me all the ways that he's gonna mess me up
Steal all my children if I don't pay the ransom
And I'll never see them again if I squeal to the cops. . . .

Walking like giant cranes
And with my X-ray eyes I strip you naked
in a tight little world
are you on the list?
Stepford wives who are we to complain?
Investments and dealers
Investments and dealers
Cold wives and mistresses
Cold wives and Sunday papers
City boys in First Class don't know they're born little
Someone else is gonna come and clean it up
Born and raised for the job
Someone always does
I wish you'd get up get over
get up, get over and turn the tape off

I keep the wolf from the door
But he calls me up
Calls me on the phone
Tells me all the ways that he's gonna mess me up
Steal all my children if I don't pay the ransom
And I'll never see them again if I squeal to the cops

So I just go ooh ooh ooh ooh