4/26/2007

Matchbox Twenty - Kody

Si uno escucha ahora a Rob Thomas no parece que haya podido liderar a los Matchbox Twenty. Un grupo nacido en los 90 para los 90 pero que tenía algo especial, un directo que enganchaba, o sea, no se limitaba a reproducir el disco. Transmitía, aunque para mí sólo el primer disco tiene valor, canciones todas unidas por un sentimiento, muy arraigado en esa precisa falta de raíces del americano de la época. La mejor de todas, Kody. Un tema que en manos de cualquier otro grupo hubiera parecido una canción muy pop pero que ellos elevan al american trad rock con ese leve contoneo de la guitarra, y ese me voy pero me quedo de la batería. Simplemente, transmite. Dice.

Kody sat down on the avenue
He tapped his feet, to the humming of the highway
He watched the light shine down on the broken glass and thought
I don't got no reasons, yet
There it is and there it was
It was clear to all of us
We kept this hat of broken dreams
And we pulled them out, when we needed them around

So please hand me the bottle, I think I'm lonely now
And please give me direction, I think the hurt sets in
And I don't feel nothing

There's a squeak hinge down on the back gate
It lets us know if he comes around
I don't sleep that good anyway
If you've never heard the silence, it's a God awful sound

So please hand me the bottle, I think I'm lonely now
And please give me direction, I think I just caved in
And I don't feel nothing

I don't feel nothing, no I don't feel nothing
There's nothing to feel good about here

Don't much get down to the avenue
I could drive, but it takes so much to get there
Don't get off on all the broken glass, the cadillac scene,
Well
I've seen a lot of good things die and I'm
In an over emotional way

So please hand me the bottle, I think I'm lonely now
And please give me direction, I think the hurt sets in
And I don't feel nothing

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