Goodbye Cobain it´s hard to die... (Seasons in the sun)

Kurt Cobain era un tipo sensible y, de alguna manera, respiraba esa inefable sensación de hastío y autodestrucción la cual plasmaba agónicamente en cada desgarrado grito y acorde de su distorsionada guitarra. No es necesario hacer hincapié en la oscuridad de sus tan eufemísticas líricas, ya que cualquier conocedor de al menos los principios que motivaban su música, sabrán que ésta estaba determinada principalmente por la desesperanza y la angustia.

Navegando por youtube nos encontramos con esta grabación inédita: Kurt tocando batería y cantando "Seasons in the sun", original del compositor canadiense Terry Jacks; mientras, por su parte, Chris Novoselic y Dave Grohl acompañan al difunto ícono del grunge haciéndose cargo de la guitarra y el bajo, respectivamente. El tema es oscurísimo: Lírica que habla de un fin, de una despedida aderezada con los pesimistas balances de un ser humano que relata lo bien que lo pasó junto a los suyos pero que, inevitablemente, es necesario partir, salir, escapar... pero siempre valorando lo positivo de las relaciones humanas con sus más cercanos.

Cobain, el gran Cobain... llega a ser irónico que lo veamos en esta faceta: Cubriendo un tema de aparente melodía dulce y alegre, pero con un mensaje suicida en potencia.

M.M


Y para que lo chequeen, el tema original:




Goodbye to you, my trusted friend.
We've known each other since we're nine or ten.
Together we climbed hills or trees.
Learned of love and ABC's,
skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.
Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die,
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Pretty girls are everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the hills that we climbed
were just seasons out of time.
Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me,
I was the black sheep of the family.
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
Too much wine and too much song,
wonder how I get along.
Goodbye, Papa, it's hard to die
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Little children everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the wine and the song,
like the seasons, all have gone.
Goodbye, Michelle, my little one.
You gave me love and helped me find the sun.
And every time that I was down
you would always come around
and get my feet back on the ground.
Goodbye, Michelle, it's hard to die
when all the bird are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
With the flowers ev'rywhere.
I whish that we could both be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the stars we could reach
were just starfishs on the beach

Body parts.

No smoking please!

Take care...your house is also being watched.

Your death has a code...would you want to know it?

Walking on the streets of Santiago.