Four Winds Song

Lo que iba a ser un post sobre The Killers, al final serán dos post, uno sobre el concierto de Madrid y otro sobre esta extraordinaria y maravillosa cara B del single Spaceman, donde podemos encontrar una maravillosa e increíble versión de la canción Four Winds, del grupo Bright Eyes. Maravillosa versión, sobre todo para los incondicionales de The Killers, o al menos de los de su etapa con teclados, a lo Pet Shop Boys.
The Killers - Four Winds (Spaceman Side-B)

Bright Eyes - Four Winds
Aquí también os dejo la versión original de la canción a cargo del grupo de Nebraska liderado por Conor Oberst, que fue considerada por la Rolling Stones como la quinta mejor canción del año 2007. Magnífica, crítica y satírica canción como se puede comprobar en la letra de la misma, colgada al final de este post.

Maravillosa canción sea el registro que sea en la que se interprete. Letra Original:
Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe
There's people always dying trying to keep them alive
There's bodies decomposing in containers tonight
In an abandoned building where
The squatters made a mural of a Mexican girl
With fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world
Four Winds blowing through her hair

But when Great Satan's gone... the Whore of Babylon...
She just can't sustain the pressure will displace
She caves

The Bible's blind. The Torah's deaf. The Qu'ran is mute.
If you burned them all together youd get close to the truth
Still theyre pouring over sanskrit under Ivy League moons
While shadows lengthen the sun
Cast on a school and meditation built to soften the times
And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines
Four Winds cry until it comes

It's the Sum of Man slouching towards Bethlehem
A heart just can't contain all of that empty space
It breaks. It breaks. It breaks.

Well I went back by rented Cadillac and company jet
Like a newly orphaned refugee retracing my steps
All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead
They said, "You'd better look alive"
And now its off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps
In the Black Hills, the Badlands, the calloused East
I buried my ballast. I made my peace.

Heard Four Winds leveling the pines

But when Great Satan's gone, the Whore of Babylon
She just can't remain with all that outer space
She breaks. She breaks. She caves. She caves.
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