WHO ARE YOU.
The music must change, ¿declaración de principios?, es para su servidor la mejor rola de uno de los mejores discos de estos monstruos, la estructura de la canción, la insólita finura de la guitarra de Townshend, que no le quita fuerza ni presencia y la voz monumental de Daltrey exhaltadas por los imprescindibles Keith Moon y John Entwistle, la base rítmica de The Who, crearon esta joya de disco y de canción, para el recuerdo, porque si mi memoria no falla, este fue el último disco que grabó Moon, antes de su muerte.
Recomendación absoluta para este disco de los Who de siempre, pero con inovaciones, ¿se deberá a eso el título? porque según su tecleador, no tener este disco es una falla imperdonable, pero la mejor forma de ratificar o rectificar esta opinión es escuchándolo, además de esta rola está en el menú, la otra que más me gusta del disco The guitar and the pen, espero su opinión queridos lectores.
MUSIC MUST CHANGE.
Deep in the back of my mind is an unrealized sound
Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found
When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists
Its confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists
But the high has to rise from the low
Like volcanoes explode through the snow
The mosquitos sting brings a dream
But the poisons derange
The music must change
For were chewing a bone
We soared like the sparrow hawk flied
Then we dropped like a stone
Like the tide and the waves
Growing slowly in range
Crushing mountains as old as the earth
So the music must change
Sometimes at night, I wake up and my bodys like ice
The sound of the running wild stallion, the noise of the mice
And I wondered if then I could hear into all of your dreams
I realize now it was really the sound of your screams
But death always leads into life
But the street fighter swallows the knife
Am I so crazy to feel that its here prearranged?
The music must change
Its gets higher and higher
Smouldering like leaves in the 1
Then it bursts into fire
Its rhythm grows strong
Its so new and so strange
Like bells in the clouds, then again
The music must change
But is this song so different?
Am I doing it all again?
It may have been done before
but then musics an open door
Deep in the back of my is an unrealized sound
Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found
When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists
Its confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists
But the high has to rise from the low
Like volcanoes explode through the snow
The mosquitos sting brings a dream
But the poisons derange
The music must change
For were chewing a bone
We soared like the sparrow hawk flied
Then we dropped like a stone
Like the tide and the waves
Growing slowly in range
Crushing mountains as old as the earth
So the music must change
MUSIC MUST CHANGE.
Deep in the back of my mind is an unrealized sound
Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found
When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists
Its confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists
But the high has to rise from the low
Like volcanoes explode through the snow
The mosquitos sting brings a dream
But the poisons derange
The music must change
For were chewing a bone
We soared like the sparrow hawk flied
Then we dropped like a stone
Like the tide and the waves
Growing slowly in range
Crushing mountains as old as the earth
So the music must change
Sometimes at night, I wake up and my bodys like ice
The sound of the running wild stallion, the noise of the mice
And I wondered if then I could hear into all of your dreams
I realize now it was really the sound of your screams
But death always leads into life
But the street fighter swallows the knife
Am I so crazy to feel that its here prearranged?
The music must change
Its gets higher and higher
Smouldering like leaves in the 1
Then it bursts into fire
Its rhythm grows strong
Its so new and so strange
Like bells in the clouds, then again
The music must change
But is this song so different?
Am I doing it all again?
It may have been done before
but then musics an open door
Deep in the back of my is an unrealized sound
Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found
When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists
Its confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists
But the high has to rise from the low
Like volcanoes explode through the snow
The mosquitos sting brings a dream
But the poisons derange
The music must change
For were chewing a bone
We soared like the sparrow hawk flied
Then we dropped like a stone
Like the tide and the waves
Growing slowly in range
Crushing mountains as old as the earth
So the music must change
Buena canción, aunque no se parece a otras que he ecuchado de los Who (que tampoco son tantas). Mi favorita, definitivamente, seguirá siendo My Generation.
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