Metroland es un álbum de Mark Knopfler, publicado en 1998 por Vertigo. El disco incluye 14 canciones, entre ellas «Metroland Theme», «Annick», «Tous Les Garçons et Les Filles» y «Brats».
Sobre el álbum
La banda sonora de Metroland, de 1998, es un fascinante viaje musical a través del tiempo y el espacio. La película narra la historia de un personaje entre el París de los años 60 y el Londres de los 70, y Mark Knopfler utiliza la música de forma brillante para evocar ambos mundos. Es una de sus partituras más variadas y estilísticamente ricas.
Para las escenas parisinas, el compositor se inspira en el jazz manouche y la chanson, creando piezas elegantes y bohemias que nos transportan a un club de jazz de la época. Para el Londres de los 70, el sonido se vuelve más eléctrico y melancólico, reflejando el desencanto del personaje principal.
El álbum integra inteligentemente canciones de otros artistas, como The Stranglers o Django Reinhardt, que ayudan a definir cada periodo. "Metroland" es una obra de una gran sofisticación, un testimonio de la cultura musical de Mark Knopfler y de su talento para usar diferentes paletas sonoras en la construcción de un relato.
Listado de Canciones
- Metroland Theme2:27
- Annick3:01
- Tous Les Garçons et Les Filles3:06
- Brats2:39
- Blues Clair3:01
- Down Day1:51
- A Walk in Paris1:36
- She's Gone1:28
- Minor Swing3:13
- Peaches4:05
Letra
Strolling along minding my own business Well, there goes a girl and a half She's got me going up and down She's got me going up and down Walking on the beaches, looking at the peaches Well I've got the notion girl that you've got some suntan lotion in that bottle Of yours Spread it all over my pealing skin bady, that feels real good. All this skirt, Lapping up the sun, Lap me up, Why don't you come on and Lap me up Walking on the beaches, looking at the peaches Well there goes another one just lying down on the sand dunes I better go take a swim and see if I can cool down a little bit Coz you and me woman, we got a lot of things on our minds (you know what I mean) Walking on the beaches, looking at the peaches Will you just take a look over there. Where? There. Is she trying to get out of that clitoris? Liberation for women, that's what I preace. (Preacher man) Walking on the beaches, looking at the peaches Oh shit, there goes the charabang Looks like I'm going to be stuck here the whole summer Well, what a bummer! I can think of a lot worse places to be Like down on the streets Or down in the sewer Or even on the end of a skewer Down on the beaches Just looking at the peaches Down on the beaches Just looking at the bodies Down on the beaches Just looking at the sun glasses Down on the beaches Just looking at all the peaches Down on the beaches Just looking at all the peaches Down on the beaches Just looking at all the peaches Down on the beaches Um hum um hum um hum um humm Um hum um hum um hum um humm Um hum Um hum Um hum um hum um hum um humm - Sultans of Swing5:45
Letra
You get a shiver in the dark It's raining in the park but meantime South of the river you stop and you hold everything A band is blowing Dixie double four time You feel alright when you hear that music ring You step inside but you don't see too many faces Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down Too much competition too many other places But not too many horns can make that sound Way on downsouth way on downsouth London town You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing And an old guitar is all he can afford When he gets up under the lights to play his thing And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene He's got a daytime job he's doing alright He can play honky tonk just like anything Saving it up for Friday night With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band It ain't what they call rock and roll And the Sultans played Creole And then the man he steps right up to the microphone And says at last just as the time bell rings 'Thank you goodnight now it's time to go home' And he makes it fast with one more thing 'We are the Sultans of Swing' - So You Win Again4:22
- Alison3:22
Letra
Oh it's so funny to be seeing you after so long, girl. And with the way you look I understand That you are not impressed. But I heard you let that little friend of mine Take off your party dress. I'm not going to get too sentimental Like those other sticky valentines, 'cause I don't know if you've been loving somebody. I only know it isn't mine. Alison, I know this world is killing you. Oh, Alison, my aim is true. Well I see you've got a husband now. Did he leave your pretty fingers lying In the wedding cake? You used to hold him right in your hand. I'll bet he took all he could take. Sometimes I wish that I could stop you from talking When I hear the silly things that you say. I think somebody better put out the big light, Cause I can't stand to see you this way. Alison, I know this world is killing you. Oh, Alison, my aim is true. My aim is true. - Metroland4:41
Letra
Yearning we were yearning Green light blinding on the rail Burning we were burning And the line unwinding to the Holy Grail To the future gleaming on a blue horizon And a golden girl on golden sand Dreaming fantasizing In another world from Metroland I've danced in rain and I've been Django And I've got laid I've been a rolling stone I've been Verlaine And I've been Rimbaud Not afraid to walk alone And now I take my midnight ramble Do I fold or play what's in my hand What's at stake and what's the gamble Do I stay in Metroland Dreams yesterday's laughter Ghosts and lovers come back to play But dreams have a morning after And run for cover In the light of day I got something real worth holding on to I can belong to and understand I've made my deal I will go on to Make my peace with Metroland