Álbum Metroland de Mark Knopfler - Canciones
Metroland
1998 | 
Sello | Vertigo
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Reseña
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. Por lo tanto, 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. Por otro lado, para el Londres de los 70, el sonido se vuelve más eléctrico y melancólico, reflejando el desencanto del personaje principal.
Además, el álbum integra inteligentemente canciones de otros artistas, como The Stranglers o Django Reinhardt, que ayudan a definir cada periodo. En consecuencia, "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 del álbum Metroland
- Metroland Theme 2:27
- Annick 3:01
- Tous Les Garçons et Les Filles 3:06
- Brats 2:39
- Blues Clair 3:01
- Down Day 1:51
- A Walk in Paris 1:36
- She's Gone 1:28
- Minor Swing 3:13
- PeachesVer letra 4:05
[X]letra de Peaches
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 SwingVer letra 5:45
[X]letra de Sultans of Swing
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 Again 4:22
- AlisonVer letra 3:22
[X]letra de Alison
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. - MetrolandVer letra 4:41
[X]letra de Metroland
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
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. Por lo tanto, 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. Por otro lado, para el Londres de los 70, el sonido se vuelve más eléctrico y melancólico, reflejando el desencanto del personaje principal.
Además, el álbum integra inteligentemente canciones de otros artistas, como The Stranglers o Django Reinhardt, que ayudan a definir cada periodo. En consecuencia, "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.
[X]
Strolling along minding my own businessletra de Peaches
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
[X]
You get a shiver in the darkletra de Sultans of Swing
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'
[X]
Oh it's so funny to be seeing you after so long, girl.letra de Alison
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.
[X]
Yearning we were yearningletra de Metroland
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
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