La cancion de septiembre
Opera Singer
CAKE
I am an Opera Singer
I stand on painted Tape
It tells me where I’m going
And where to throw my cape
I call my co-star’s brother
I call my co-star’s name
I play both good and evil parts
I sing to Verdi’s play
And every single morning
By 10 AM I’m dressed
My rehearsals last for hours and hours
With diligence I have been blessed
Some people they call me monster
Some people they call me saint
My talent feeds my darker side
Yet no one will complain
I am an opera singer
I sing in foreign lands
I’ve sung for kings in Europe
And emperors in Japan
And after each performance
People stand around and wave
Just to tell me that they love my voice
Just to tell me that I’m great
I am an opera singer
I will sing when you’re all dead
I sing the mountains crumbling apart
I sing what can’t be said
I am an opera singer
I sing in foreign lands
Most people seem to know my name
Or at least know who I am
Retomamos la canción del mes, costumbre que dejamos aparcada antes del verano y que intentaremos mantener el último viernes de cada mes. Si me acuerdo. Esta vez le toca a Opera Singer de Cake. Aunque mi favorita del magnífico grupo será por jamás de los jamases Short Skirt / Long Jacket (¡ese vídeo!), creo que para leerla del tirón y sin música, Opera Singer es mucho más adecuada. Disfrútenla. Y escuchen a Cake, el único grupo de pop adulto al que John Tones dice sí. Bueh, seguro que hay más, pero así de golpe…
