E agora, unha canción de MEATLOAF

Se Meatloaf precisa presentación a estas alturas da peli, é que hai un grave problema aquí.

Vou colgar un videoclip da canción “Bat Out Of Hell”, de Meatloaf, o cal merecería un deses inmundos frikitóns que ás veces facemos para el só, a poder ser en bucle, cos ollos abertos con pinzas e inxentes cantidades de café a través dun embudo.

¿Por que? Primeiro e evidente: é de Meatloaf.

Segundo e non tan evidente, porque o título “bat out of hell” fai referencia a unha historia narrada non precisamente no contido do álbum, senon a través súas portadas e títulos (sep, dixen tituloS, o cal me levará ao apartado 3): a loita eterna entre Ben e Mal encarnada por un Motero e un Morcego Infernal…¿hai algo máis épico e, ao mesmo tempo, máis inmensamente cercano?

Terceiro: foi un dos discos máis vendidos do ano 77, o cal propiciou… ¡secuelas! Oh, sí, nena. Ohmfgh! E velaquí as súas suculentas portadas, a primeira das cales foi sorprendentemente ilustrada polo debuxante de comics underground Richard Corben (das outras 3, nizorra, ninguén me paga por bucear en internet)…

E cuarto e máis importante (¿máis que as portadas? si, máis que as portadas): o videoclip do primeiro “Bat Out Of Hell” foi dirixido por MICHAEL BAY, xenial cineasta que, de ter güevos suficientes para facer o cine que lle gusta, podería chegar a ser un digno aprendiz de UWE BOLL, quen por certo espero que viva por moito tempo e me regale unha película do Pacman.

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Sen máis dilación, e como sei que o Monito Number One o está desexando… O VÍDEO.

 

A letra:

The sirens are screaming and the fires are howling
Way down in the valley tonight
Theres a man in the shadows with a gun in his eye
And a blade shining oh so bright
Theres evil in the air and theres thunder in the sky
And a killers on the bloodshot streets
And down in the tunnel where the deadly are rising
Oh I swear I saw a young boy
Down in the gutter
He was starting to foam in the heat
Oh baby youre the only thing in this whole world
Thats pure and good and right
And wherever you are and wherever you go
Theres always gonna be some light
But I gotta get out
I gotta break it out now
Before the final crack of dawn
So we gotta make the most of our one night together
When its over you know
Well both be so alone

Like a bat out of hell
Ill be gone when the morning comes
When the night is over
Like a bat out of hell Ill be gone gone gone
Like a bat out of hell Ill be gone when the morning comes
When the day is done
And the sun goes down
And the moonlights shining through
Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven
Ill come crawling on back to you

Im gonna hit the highway like a battering ram
On a silver black phantom bike
When the metal is hot and the engine is hungry
And were all about to see the light
Nothing ever grows in this rotten old hole
And everything is stunted and lost
And nothing really rocks
And nothing really rolls
And nothings ever worth the cost
And I know that Im damned if I never get out
And maybe Im damned if I do
But with any other beat I got left in my heart
You know Id rather be damned with you
If I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned
Dancing through the night with you
If I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned
Gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned
If gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned
Dancing through the night
Dancing through the night
Dancing through the night with you

Oh baby youre the only thing in this whole world
Thats pure and good and right
And wherever you are and wherever you go
Theres always gonna be some light
But I gotta get out
I gotta break it out now
Before the final crack of dawn
So we gotta make the most of our one night together
When its over you know
Well both be so alone

Like a bat out of hell
Ill be gone when the morning comes
When the night is over
Like a bat out of hell Ill be gone
Like a bat out of hell Ill be gone when the morning comes
But when the day is done
And the sun goes down
And the moonlights shining through
Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven
Ill come crawling on back to you
Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven
Ill come crawling on back to you

I can see myself
Tearing up the road
Faster than any other boy has ever gone
And my skin is rough but my soul is ripe
And no ones gonna stop me now
I gotta make my escape
But I cant stop thinking of you
And I never see the sudden curve until its way too late
I never see the sudden curve until its way too late

Then Im dying on the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun
Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike
And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell
And the last thing I see is my heart
Still beating
Breaking out of my body
And flying away
Like a bat out of hell

Then Im dying at the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun
Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike
And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell
And the last thing I see is my heart
Still beating
Still beating
Breaking out of my body and flying away
Like a bat out of hell
Like a bat out of hell
Like a bat out of hell
Like a bat out of hell
Like a bat out of hell
Like a bat out of hell

 

 

Agora, repítase a experiencia dez veces máis, e logo sírvase un nescafé cargadito.

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