Nick Cave

Músico, escritor y actor australiano, Nicholas Edward Cave nació el 22 de septiembre de 1957 en Warracknabeal, Australia. Su fama se debe, en mayor parte, a su banda "Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds". Con una larga andadura que comenzó a principios de los años setenta, su música se caracteriza por un tono de desolación oscuro y siniestro. A pesar de que muchos grupos musicales producen música etiquetable del mismo modo, el sonido de Nick Cave evita los recursos habituales del género, como música "fantasmagórica" afectada o distorsiones digitales. Con una importante base de guitarras eléctricas (y piano en los últimos álbumes de The Bad Seeds) y unas letras cuidadas en extremo, Nick Cave puede asociarse a grupos y cantautores como Tom Waits, PJ Harvey, Leonard Cohen, Shane MacGowan, entre otros.



Sin duda una de las estrellas que mas he disfrutado en sus directos, no solo las palabras, el sentimiento, el dolor, el amor, lo mas importante... el estar para poderlo explicarlo, siempre en mi recuerdo, a mi pesar triste, demasiado cerca de un desamor constante, un amor aun no olvidado, algo realmente importante, sigue estando perdido pero sin duda un preciado recuerdo.



En sus atmoferas y en sus delirantes palabras encadenadas siempre podemos ver una historia macraba pero mas que coherente y para prueba este gran temet.



Take a litle walk to the edge of town
Go across the tracks

Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks

Where secrets lie in
the border fires,
in the humming wires

Hey man, you know
you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks

On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
a red right hand
He'll wrap you in his arms,
tell you that you've been a good boy

He'll rekindle all the dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole,
heal your shrinking soul

Hey buddy, you know you're
never ever coming back
He's a god, he's a man,
he's a ghost, he's a guru


They're whispering his name
through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
is a red right hand

You ain't got no money?
He'll get you some
You ain't got no car?

He'll get you one
You ain't got no self-respect,
you feel like an insect
Well don't you worry buddy,
cause here he comes

Through the ghettos and the barrio
and the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his
red right hand

You'll see him in your nightmares,
you'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but
he ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head,
on the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'm warning
you to turn it off

He's a ghost, he's a god,
he's a man, he's a guru

You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by
his red right hand