VIERNES TOCA CLÁSICO - The Passenger

Cuenta la leyenda que esta obra fue concebida dentro de las mentes de una iguana y de un camaleón, durante una estancia en la ciudad de Berlín, cuando intentaban desintoxicarse de todas sus anteriores adicciones.

Al parecer, el que una vez fuera un paleto de Ann Arbon, como alguna vez se definió a sí mismo, engendró al embrión de “The Passenger” durante un viaje por las redes de  metro de la antigua capital de la República Federal de Alemania, a finales de los años 70. Pero no sería hasta las sesiones de estudio, donde el guitarrista Ricky Gardiner nos haría resucitar ese aire cabaretero y decadente con su atractivo traqueteo en tono de riff, asomando al pasajero a los ojos de aquel boyeur, alojado en el cuerpo de un nómada que observa como serpentea la metrópoli en la noche; deleitándose al contemplar los claroscuros de los suburbios, allí donde habitan los milagros y los pecados; espiando todos aquellos espacios y a todos aquellos seres, recreándolos y tomándolos como propios; sintiéndose Dios en la tierra.

The Passenger

I am the passenger and I ride and I ride

I ride through the city's backsides

I see the stars come out of the sky

Yeah, the bright and hollow sky

You know it looks so good tonight

I am the passenger

I stay under glass

I look through my window so bright

I see the stars come out tonight

I see the bright and hollow sky

Over the city's ripped backsides

And everything looks good tonight

Singing la la la la la.. lala la la, la la la la.. lala la la etc

Get into the car

We'll be the passenger

We'll ride through the city tonight

We'll see the city's ripped backsides

We'll see the bright and hollow sky

We'll see the stars that shine so bright

Stars made for us tonight

Oh, the passenger

How, how he rides

Oh, the passenger

He rides and he rides

He looks through his window

What does he see?

He sees the sign and hollow sky

He sees the stars come out tonight

He sees the city's ripped backsides

He sees the winding ocean drive

And everything was made for you and me

All of it was made for you and me

'Cause it just belongs to you and me

So let's take a ride and see what's mine

Singing la la la la.. lala la la [x3]

Oh the passenger

He rides and he rides

He sees things from under glass

He looks through his window side

He sees the things that he knows are his

He sees the bright and hollow sky

He sees the city sleep at night

He sees the stars are out tonight

And all of it is yours and mine

And all of it is yours and mine

So let's ride and ride and ride and ride

Oh, oh, Singing la la la la lalalala