martes, diciembre 05, 2006

Road to peace mientras Pinochet muere


El viernes recibí el último disco de Tom Waits, Orphans, dividido en tres discos: Brawlers, Bawlers y Bastards.
Cuenta Pérez de Arteaga:
Una húmeda y fría tarde del invierno de 1986 Tom Waits removía con el dedo un té con limón en la terraza de un hotel de París mientras bromeaba diciéndome que era "un perro de la lluvia". "No se lo cuentes a nadie, pero sólo soy uno de esos animales sin hogar que van de un lado a otro oliendo a mojado y esquivando los coches. Algún día me pararé a mirar atrás, pero hasta ese día correré hacía adelante persiguiendo gatos".

No hay más que decir... y mientras Pinochet muere o no, con sus miles de desaparecidos y torturados, hay temas pendientes, del aquí y ahora, igual de repudiables, como tan bien se reseña en esta canción.

Entretanto, me trago el humo del cigarrillo mientras su garganta se destruye en los parlantes.





Road to Peace
Tom Waits

Young Abdel Mahdi (Shahmay) was only 18 years old,
He was the youngest of nine children, never spent a night away from home.
And his mother held his photograph, opening the New York Times
To see the killing has intensified along the road to peace

There was a tall, thin boy with a whispy moustache disguised as an orthodox Jew
On a crowded bus in Jerusalem, some had survived World War Two
And the thunderous explosion blew out windows 200 yards away
With more retribution and seventeen dead along the road to peace

Now at King George Ave and Jaffa Road passengers boarded bus 14a
In the aisle next to the driver Abdel Mahdi (Shahmay)
And the last thing that he said on earth is "God is great and God is good"
And he blew them all to kingdom come upon the road to peace

Now in response to this another kiss of death was visited upon
Yasser Taha, Israel says is an Hamas senior militant
And Israel sent four choppers in, flames engulfed, tears wide open
And it killed his wife and his three year old child leaving only blackened skeletons

It's found his toddlers bottle and a pair of small shoes and they waved them in front of the cameras
But Israel says they did not know that his wife and child were in the car
There are roadblocks everywhere and only suffering on TV
Neither side will ever give up their smallest right along the road to peace

Israel launched it's latest campaign against Hamas on Tuesday
Two days later Hamas shot back and killed five Israeli soldiers
So thousands dead and wounded on both sides most of them middle eastern civilians
They fill the children full of hate to fight an old man's war and die upon the road to peace

"And this is our land we will fight with all our force" say the Palastinians and the Jews
Each side will cut off the hand of anyone who tries to stop the resistance
If the right eye offends thee then you must pluck it out
And Mahmoud Abbas said Sharon had been lost out along the road to peace

Once Kissinger said "we have no friends, America only has interests"
Now our president wants to be seen as a hero and he's hungry for re-election
But Bush is reluctant to risk his future in the fear of his political failures
So he plays chess at his desk and poses for the press 10,000 miles from the road to peace

In the video that they found at the home of Abdel Mahdi (Shahmay)
He held a Kalashnikov rifle and he spoke with a voice like a boy
He was an excellent student, he studied so hard, it was as if he had a future
He told his mother that he had a test that day out along the road to peace

The fundamentalist killing on both sides is standing in the path of peace
But tell me why are we arming the Israeli army with guns and tanks and bullets?
And if God is great and God is good why can't he change the hearts of men?
Well maybe God himself is lost and needs help
Maybe God himself he needs all of our help
Maybe God himself is lost and needs help
He's out upon the road to peace

Well maybe God himself is lost and needs help
Maybe God himself he needs all of our help
And he's lost upon the road to peace
And he's lost upon the road to peace
Out upon the road to peace.

9 comentarios:

org@smo dijo...

Me tragaré el humo contigo pues... una y otra vez...

Salud! agrego.

Un beso y mil más... como siempre me conmueves.

Umma1 dijo...

Ejercer la memoria sirve para no repetir. Así que mientras reclamamos la justicia por aquellos, tenemos que hacer y hacer por el presente y el futuro.

El humo es tan áspero como a veces la vida...

Un abrazo

amelche dijo...

(hmmmm. Suspiro.) Encima yo ni siquiera fumo...

Checha dijo...

Hace poco redecubrí al bueno de Tom.
Ahí tenés otra en común. Me prendo un cigarrillo y lo disfruto (a Tom y a tu salud)

indianguman dijo...

pucha sI el viejo duro este no muere nunca! como la mala hierba...

Nanny Lidia dijo...

Besos guerrileros jajajaja.

Rain dijo...

Esa carátula es ma-ra-vi-llo-sa.

Pinochet es un cáncer humano. Viejo en todos los sentidos, repudiado y por gente comoél, defendido. Ah, el venerable anciano ultrajado, dicen.


Como en esas letras del disco, como ese espiritu de Waits, la m´suica sonará, como suenan millones de voces...

la mala hierba al final se arranca de raíz.

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Grandesa salutes.

xnem dijo...

Franco también murió y aún seguimos arrastrando el franquismo, Pinochet morirá y... ¿cuanto tardará en desaparecer el pinochetismo?

Compadre se mire como se se mire es lo mismo aunque a mi me pareció que eran tres discos diferentes recopilados en uno. Bonita la cajita eh?, con su papel antíguo y unas fotos alucinantes. Para escuchar unos cuantos días. Disfrute.

Pam dijo...

Amigo, en el día de los Derechos Humanos, por fin murió aquel traidor, aquel asesino, aquel esperpento. Pero lo hizo libre, sin ser procesado. Otro descalabro atroz de la justicia.
Me acordé de ti justo en cuanto hoy la noticia.