Discazos imprescindibles: Brave

He estado quemándome la golová con alcohol de quemar intentando describir este disco con un mínimo de propiedad, creo que lo único que he conseguido ha sido quedarme sin algunos millones de neuronas, y ya van unas cuantas oigan.

Tras una larga trayectoria, el mejor disco de Marillion para mí de los que he escuchado.

Normalmente cuando hablo de un disco suelo hablar corte por corte un poquito, pero ahora no puedo; lo siento pero no puedo; no puedo separar un concepto; Brave se vuelve primitivo a través de la innovación, se vuelve sencillo a través de la complejidad.

Brave es una envolvente sinfonía del vacío, una vorágine crepuscular de sonidos puros y limpios, una cascada de guitarras herméticas y eternas.

Separar los cortes del disco como ya dije no es posible, por eso practicaremos una horrible mutilación, si me lo permiten yo haré el trabajo sucio; disfruten de un sabroso bocado:



Living with the big lie:


It all began with the bright light
The bright light and the noise
The chaos of the senses and the scream of desire

Touching and being touched
A million loose ends to tie up
Ticking of the clock and the cradle rock

The colours stand still
And then they move around
Comin' in and out of focus upside down

Empty winter trees
How space feels
Love of the soft ... the flowers and the sky

One fine day
The chaos subsides
Bleeds into awareness
And a lifetime of surprise

The beauty of your mothers eyes
The pain when you fall
You drink it in and marvel at it all
But you never really figure it out

You get used to it

The babble of the family
And the dumb TV
Roar of the traffic and the thunder of jets

Chemicals in the water
Drugs in the food
The heat of the kitchen and the beat of the system

The attitude of authority
The laws and the rules
Hit me square in the face, first morning at school

The heroes and the zeroes
The first love of my life
When to kiss and to kick and to keep your head down
When they're choosing the sides

I was never any good at it
I was terrified most of the time
I never got over it

I got used to it

Alone in the city at seventeen
With the hollow and the lonely
The drowning and the drowned
I was made to feel worthless
The wretched and the mean
Beat me up like a weapon I can't run away from or find a way round

Holdin' on, holdin' on

The greed and the missiles
Exploding somewhere every day
Hideous dark secrets under the sea and in holes in the ground
The cold war's gone
But those bastards'll find us another one

They're here to protect you, don't you know?
So get used to it
Get used to it!
The clash of religions
And the loaded prayers

Information
The face of starvation and the state of the nation
The sense that it's useless
And the fear to try

Not believing the leaders, the media that feed us
Living with the big lie
You get used to it

Get used to it!
It's okay, I got used to it

Sé que este post es corto y que no digo gran cosa: poca cosa se puede decir de un concepto hasta que lo vives, lo sientes, lo piensas, lo disfrutas, lo esclavizas... Brave es un concepto, hecho disco sí, pero un concepto. Mal rayo me parta si lo puedo definir con algo parecido a la exactitud. Con su permiso lo oiré una vez más.