viernes, mayo 28, 2010

"70 Millions" - Hold your horses

Una canción del género pop-rock, agradable en su melodía y arreglos, y sobretodo sustentada en un clip de brillante concepción y un enorme sentido del humor. El mismo genera además una excusa para un repaso por la historia de la pintura, con algunos cuadros muy conocidos y otros no tanto, como el cuadro del Primaticcio ("Gabrielle d'Estrées y una de sus hermanas", desopilante la versión del clip!) o el del Domenichino (la figura de Dios del "Adán y Eva" de 1625, confundido en muchos comentarios con una escena de la Sixtina de Michelangelo).
Absolutamente disfrutable...




Los artistas cuyas obras se utilizan son por orden de aparición:
Da Vinci - Botticelli - Rubens - Holbein (izq.) y Vermeer (der.) - Gericault - David - Domenichino - Magritte - Mondrian - Kahlo - Picasso - Munch - Van Gogh - Warhol - Primaticcio - Cimabue - Caravaggio - Manet - Delacroix - Grosz - Klimt - (se repiten cuadros anteriores de : Kahlo, Van Gogh, Mondrian , Picasso, Magritte, Munch, Warhol)- Chagall - Velázquez y escena final (Margaritas de Van Gogh?, no parece para nada el estilo siendo una producción tan cuidada, más bien parece una obra de Bernard Buffet...


“70 millions”

And it hardly looked like a novel at all,
I hardly look like a hero at all
And I'm sorry, you didn't publish this
And you were white as snow; I was white as a sheet

When you came down in this black dress
In your mom's black maternity dress
And so,
Though it hardly looked like a novel at all,
And the city treats me, it treats me to you
And a cup of coffee for you
I should learn it's language and speak it to you

And 70 million should be in the know
And 70 million don't go out at all
And 70 million wouldn't walk this street
And 70 million would run to a hole
And 70 million would be wrong wrong wrong
And 70 million never see it at all
And 70 million haven't tasted snow

And we dance dance dance like the children dance
Imply thought are we taking the chance?
With the light still on, and will we ever reach the tower

And after you came down in this black dress
I don't know what took so very long
And this,
And this isn't a war, we don't have to ration
Now wave white flag, and you kept it at home
And words I wrote from a foreign land
You're holding my no longer foreign hand

And 70 million should be in the know
And 70 million don't go out at all
And 70 million wouldn't walk this street
And 70 million would run to a hole
And 70 million would be wrong wrong wrong
And 70 million never see it at all
And 70 million haven't tasted snow