The National...

No daré una introducción acerca de este grupo The National, pero puedo decir que es la música ideal para un día como hoy con viento suave y sol invernal, mi favorito del año, esto aunado a no dormir por cuestiones de trabajo es la mezcla perfecta para un estado de animo de aislamiento, ideal para escribir algo introspectivo o reflexionar de las miles de sutilezas que tiene la vida y que nos confunden, o para llenar de garabatos alguna libreta olvidada.
Les dejo mis dos discos favoritos: Boxer (Mistaken for Strangers) y Sad Songs for dirty lovers (Cardinal Song), les recomiendo busquen el álbum The Alligator tiene muy buenas canciones también (Mr. November, Scret Meeting, Looking for Astronauts y All the Wine).












Mistaken For Strangers

You have to do it running but you do everything that they ask you to
cause you don’t mind seeing yourself in a picture
as long as you look faraway, as long as you look removed
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters

You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults

Make up something to believe in your heart of hearts
so you have something to wear on your sleeve of sleeves
so you swear you just saw a feathery woman
carry a blindfolded man through the trees
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters

You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults

You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults