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Enero 01, 2008

Feliz 2008

No pidamos el fin de las guerras y la paz en el mundo como si fuéramos una candidata a Miss Mundo. Pero sí al menos que haya menos guerras, que duren menos tiempo y que mueran en ellas menos personas.

When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son
It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we sailed away from the quay
And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers
We sailed off to Gallipoli

How well I remember that terrible day
How the blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He chased us with bullets, he rained us with shells
And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again

Now those that were left, well we tried to survive
In a mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
But around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying
For no more I'll go waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me

So they collected the cripples, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
Then turned all their faces away

And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving old dreams of past glory
And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore
The forgotten heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me
And their ghosts may be heard as you pass the Billabong
Who'll come-a-waltzing Matilda with me?

("And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda", una canción de Eric Bogle en 1972. La versión de arriba es de The Pogues).

Posted by Iñigo at Enero 1, 2008 05:26 PM

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Sea. Aunque lo veo dificil. feliz 2008

Posted by: Shine McShine at Enero 1, 2008 07:04 PM

Por amor de dios, no es de los Pogues. Es de Eric Bogle, el de "Green Fields of France".

Posted by: tp at Enero 1, 2008 10:06 PM

Cierto, pero la versión de la canción que se oye (no la letra) es de los Pogues.

Posted by: Iñigo at Enero 1, 2008 11:58 PM

Feliz año,y muchas gracias por tu regalo, disfruto mucho con tu blog, incluso cuando no estoy de acuerdo con lo que escribes, y debo decir que es uno de los pocos de los que he aprendido algo. Diria incluso que he aprendido mucho, y eso que me interesa tu especializacion y leo bastante sobre ella.
Por muchos años de Guerra Eterna...

Posted by: other at Enero 2, 2008 12:25 AM

Creo que hay una versión de Tom Waits que es la que me pone los pelos de punta. Impresionante.

Feliz 2008!

Posted by: Álvaro at Enero 2, 2008 03:34 PM

Sería estupendo. Feliz año.

D. Alvaro, la canción de Tom Waits no es una versión sino una canción propia. Si no me equivoco es el "Tom Traubert´s Blues" del disco "Small Change" (1976), en la que al final de cada estrofa canta los versos "Waltzing Mathilda, Waltzing Mathilda, You´ll go waltzing Mathilda with me" con la música de la canción original.

Y a mí también me pone los pelos de punta.

Posted by: alejandro at Enero 4, 2008 07:53 AM



Posted by: Iñigo at Enero 4, 2008 11:22 AM