Símbolo de una época de guerra, pero también de búsqueda de la paz. Símbolo hippie por excelencia (haz el amor y no la guerra... y de paso ponte morao de canutos) es el The End de los míticos The Doors y el aún más mítico Jim Morrison (curiosamente parecido al cantante de Héroes del Silencio, ¿o es al revés?).
Ahí os la dejo en una grabación de la televisión de Toronto del principio de los 70, antes de la muerte de Morrison.
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is callin' us
The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...fuck you
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
C'mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
Ahí os la dejo en una grabación de la televisión de Toronto del principio de los 70, antes de la muerte de Morrison.
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is callin' us
The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...fuck you
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
C'mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
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Cómo me gusta esta canción... cómo me gustan los Doors :)
Anoche empecé a leerme "Johnny cogió su fusil" un libro antibelicista por excelencia.
9:18 p. m.
Dalton Trumbo!... alguna vez han pasado la peli por la tele.
8:02 p. m.
Ni me compares a Gran Jim con el impresentable de Bunbury: te habla un seguidor acérrimo de Las Puertas que se ha desplazado hasta el Père Lachaise para visitar su tumba...
¡Siento no comentarte más a menudo, pero es que mi RSS echa humo! No obstante, te leo, te leo...
11:21 p. m.
No fastidies, luego fuiste tú!!! JEJE...
Que sí, que sí, que no te confundas, yo también soy seguidor del tipo de "este" video.
No te preocupes, gracias por tu visita. El diseño del nuevo blog es genial.
11:26 p. m.