Esperando

Eran las Fiestas de San Lorenzo del año 2007, y así estaba el saltimbanqui. Esperando junto al cajero de un banco. Esperando su turno para sacar dinero, o reflexionando acerca de lo que  se nos venía encima. No lo sabemos.

Me hizo gracia la figura del saltimbanqui, su traje, el color verde, el contraste con el cajero.

En el año 2007 aún corría el dinero, aunque ya había voces que veían grandes nubarrones...y así estamos en el 2013, esperando, no sabemos el que o a quién pero seguimos esperando, y así, a ningún puerto llegaremos.

El futuro es una realidad que se crea, no una realidad que se espera. (Anónimo)

El punto musical del post semanal de fotografiandoenhuesca lo pone Meat Loaf, impresionante voz texana. La canción elegida es Dead Ringer for Love, canción que interpreta junto a Cher. Se adjunta el enlace del vídeo, un vídeo ochentero, muy ochentero, y del que me queda la duda, de si uno de los bailarines de Meat Loaf es John Travolta, (lo del baile siempre se le dio bien). 

Hard Rock frenético interpretado a una velocidad desmesurada por el ex cantante de Ted Nugent Meat Loaf (la primera estrella de rock de 120 kilos desde Leslie West).

Dead Ringer for Love es una canción interpretada por el cantante de rock Meat Loaf y la cantante y actriz Cher del tercer álbum de estudio de Meat Loaf, Dead Ringer.

En el Cd Bat Out Of Hell, (1977), se encuentra la canción -pero en el LP, no. El LP tiene 7 pistas, y en el Cd hay 3 Bonus Tracks. Es uno de los discos imprescindibles, donde la combinación de Meat Loaf (actor exuberante texano con una voz operística formidable), el compositor surrealista, Jim Steinman, y el productor Todd Rundgren, dio como resultado Bat Out Of Hell, una de las joyas del rock&roll.

Dead Ringer For Love - Meat loaf & Cher

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Every night I grab some money and I go down to the bar
I got my buddies and a beer, I got a dream, I need a car
You got me begging on my knees, c'mon and throw the dog a bone
A man he doesn't live by rock 'n roll and brew alone
Baby baby, baby baby

Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew
They don't mean a thing when I compare 'em next to you
Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew
I know that you and I we got better things to do
I don't know who you are or what you do, or where you go when you're not around
I don't know anything about you baby, but you're everything I'm dreaming of
I don't know who you are, but you're a real dead ringer for love
A real dead ringer for love

Ever since I can remember you been hanging 'round this joint
You been trying to look away but now you finally got the point
I don't have to know your name and I won't tell you what to do
But a girl she doesn't live by only rock 'n roll and brew
Baby baby, baby baby

Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew
They don't mean a thing when I compare 'em next to you
Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew
I know that you and I we got better things to do
I don't know who you are or what you do, or where you go when you're not around
I don't know anything about you baby, but you're everything I'm dreaming of
I don't know who you are, but you're a real dead ringer for love
A real dead ringer for love

Ooh you got the kind of legs that do more than walk
I don't have to listen to your whimpering talk
Listen you got the kind of eyes that do more than see
You got a lotta nerve to come on to me
You got the kind of lips that do more than drink
You got the kind of mind that does less than think
But since I'm feeling kinda lonely and my defenses are low
Why don't we give it a shot and get it ready to go
I'm looking for anonymous and fleeting satisfaction
I want to tell my daddy I'll be missing in action
Ever since I can remember I've been hanging 'round this joint
My daddy never noticed, now he'll finally get the point
You got me beggin' on my knees, c'mon and throw the dog a bone
A man he doesn't live by rock 'n roll and brew alone
Baby baby, baby, baby

Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew
I know that you and I we got better things to do
Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew
They don?t mean a thing when I compare ?em next to you
I don't know who you are or what you do, or where you go when you're not around
I don't know anything about you baby, but you're everything I'm dreaming of
I don't know who you are, but you're a real dead ringer for love
A real dead ringer for love