Cava Lázaro Cava

Directo y conciso: Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds acaban de entregar otra maravilla sonora, Dig! Lazarus Dig! (Mute, 2008). Algo por debajo del excepcional Abbatoir Blues/Lyre of Orpheus, al nivel de Let love in y por encima de Murder Ballads o Tender Prey (y eso son palabras mayores si conoces su obra), este Dig! Lazarus Dig! es pura dinamita para el oído.

El tema título, We call upon the author (¡menuda línia de bajo tan salvaje!), Today’s lesson, Lie down here (& be my girl) o More news from nowhere se añaden desde ya a la lista de clásicos de las Semillas. Tan bluesys como siempre, pero con unas guitarras más guarras y ruidistas (que dirían en Radio3) que en sus últimas grabaciones, este Lázaro me trae constantemente a los Doors de L.A. Woman a la mente. Y no sé exactamente por qué: la forma recitar de Cave, la sonoridad general, el sonido del Hammond. Como de costumbre, hay algún tema horroroso (cómo cortar el rollo: mete Night of the Lotus Eaters a punto de alcanzar el clímax) y, también como de costumbre, épica y lírica se funden en unos versos alucinantes entorno a esas obsesiones típicas del australiano, amor, muerte, sexo, violencia y religión. O chulos, putas y asesinos natos. Ahí van unas golosinas en forma de video y texto.

Dig Lazarus Dig (ojo a la pinta de Cave, parece la versión cañí del Travolta de Pulp Fiction, con ese bigotillo y menos pelo en la frente que nunca)

We call upon the author http://a83310e30e5c3a443d744e3b17e16351.mp3?AWSAccessKeyId=1YKGRRX6A5RZ0RCHDFR2&Expires=1207690811&Signature=kyMJfitrEq%2FlasGC7XV9MFT5zF4%3D.mp3

Today’s lesson

Down the back of Janie’s jeans she had the jawbone of an ass
Mr Sandman, he runs around the corner
Trying to head her off at the pass
He sticks his head over the fence and yells something way too fast
It’s today’s lesson, something about the corruption of the working class”.

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“I walk into the corner of my room, see my friends in high places
I don’t know which is which and whom is whom, they’ve stolen each other’s faces
Janet is there with her high-hatting hair full of bedroom feathers
Janet is known to make dead men groan in any kind of weathers
I crawl over to her, I say hey baby, I say hey Janet
You are the one, you are the sun and I’m your dutyfull planet
But she ain’t down with any of that, she’s heard that shit before
I say ah ha, oh yeah, you’re right, cause I see Betty X standing by the door
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And it’s getting strange in here
Yeah, it gets stranger every year
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Now, Betty X is like Betty Y minus that fatal chromosome
Her hair is like the wine dark sea, on which sailors come home
I say hey baby, I say hey Betty X (I lean close up to her throat)
This light you’re carrying is like a lamp, hanging from a distant boat
It is my light, said Betty X, Betty X says this light ain’t yours
And so much wind blew through her words that I went rolling down the hall
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And it’s getting strange in here
Yeah, it gets stranger every year
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I turn another corner, I go down a corridor and I see this guy
He must be about 100 foot tall and he only has one eye
He asks me for my autograph, I write nobody and then
I wrap myself up in my woolly coat and blind him with my pen
Cause someone must have put something in my drink, everything getting strange looking
Half the people had turned into squealing pigs, the other half were cooking
Let me out of here, I cried, and I went pushing past
And I saw miss Polly singing with some girls, I cried strap me to the mast
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And it’s getting strange in here
Yeah, it gets stranger every year
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Then a black girl with no clothes on danced across the room
We charted the progress of the planets around that boogie-wongie moon
I called her my nubian princess, I gave her some sweet-back bad-ass jive
I spent the next seven years between her legs pining for my wife
But by and by it all went wrong, I felt all washed-up on the shore
She stared down at me from up in the storm as I sobbed upon the floor
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And don’t it make you feel alone
Don’t it make you wanna get right-on home
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Here comes Alina with two black eyes, she’s given herself a transfusion
She’s filled herself with panda blood to avoid all the confusion
I said the sun rises and falls with you, and various things about love
But a rising violence in me cut all my circuits off
Well, Alina, she starts screaming, her cheeks are full of psychotropic leaves
Her extinction was nearly absolute when she turned her back on me
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And it’s getting strange in here
Yeah, it gets stranger every year
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I bumped bang crash into Deanna hanging pretty in the door frame
Alle the horrors which have befallen me, well, Deanna is to blame
Every time I see you, babe, you make me feel so all alone
And I wept my face into her dress long after she’d gone home
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And don’t it make you feel alone
Don’t it make you wanna get right back home
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Don’t it make you feel so sad, don’t the blood rush to your feet
To think that everything you do today, tomorrow is obsolete?
Technology and women and little children too
Don’t it make you feel blue? Don’t it make you feel blue?
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And don’t it make you feel alone
Don’t it make you wanna get right back home
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Well, I’ve gotta say
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

2 Comments

  1. Acostumbra a tenerlos. Este tio mejora con la edad. Lleva una racha impresionante y después del Abbatoir Blues el listón estaba muy alto. Pero efectivamente lo ha conseguido. No te lo piensas, compra ya. No te arrepentirás

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