Florence + The Machine - What Kind Of Man

Me la ponen pero que muy dura esos guitarrazos de What Kind of Man destrozando esa cálida y falsa placidez en la que nos acomoda la monotonía, Florence, una eminencia en esto del látigo y la pluma se entrega sin reservas entre latidos de batería mientras te pega una peta impresionante por no implicarte más en vuestra relación con ese pedazo de vozarrón que Dios le ha dado. Tampoco es que te eche la culpa de todo pero sufre, y tu sufres con ella; encolerizas, gritas, te revelas; pero hay cosas en el amor que no están en vuestras manos y una de ellas sois vosotros mismos.

Si pones este tema a todo trapo en el coche y no gritas a pleno pulmón el estribillo mientras apretas el acelerador es que no tienes sangre en las venas o a lo mejor eres demasiado joven y cándido como para que te hayas hecho daño alguna vez.

Que Florence + The Machine se han marcado uno de los discos del año es un hecho y uno de sus avales son las veces que uno puede escuchar canciones como ésta en bucle, igual que aquel hamster subido en su rueda infinita.

What Kind of Man

I was on a heavy tip
Try'na cross a canyon with a broken limb
You were on the other side, like always

I was on a heavy tip
Try'na cross a canyon with a broken limb
You were on the other side, like always
Wondering what to do with life

I'd already had a sip
So I'd reasoned I was drunk enough to deal with it
You were on the other side, like always
You could never make your mind

And with one kiss
You inspired a fire of devotion that lasts for twenty years
What kind of man loves like this?

To let me dangle at a cruel angle
Oh, my feet don't touch the floor
Sometimes you're half in and then you're half out
But you never close the door

What kind of man loves like this?
What kind of man?
What kind of man loves like this?
What kind of man?

You're a holy fool, all coloured blue
Red feet upon the floor
You do such damage, how do you manage?
Trying to crawl in back for more

And with one kiss
You inspired a fire of devotion that lasts for twenty years
What kind of man loves like this?

What kind of man loves like this?
What kind of man?
What kind of man loves like this?
What kind of man?

But I can't beat ya, cause I'm still with ya
"Oh mercy," I implore ("Oh mercy," I implore)
How do you do it? I think I'm through it
Then I'm back against the wall

What kind of man loves like this?
What kind of man?
What kind of man loves like this?
What kind of man?
What kind of man loves like this?
What kind of man?
What kind of man loves like this?
What kind of man?