Me parece que de tanto centraros en McCartney os perdeis artistas de igual o mayor valía (al menos con una discografía más homogenea).

Elvis Costello, que, por cierto, grabó 8 temas con McCartney (4 pa cada uno), es igualmente un compositor genial, musicalmente hablando, pero sus letras son 34.527 veces mejores que las de McCartney

Ya hablaremos de su discografia (aprovechar ofertas!), pero os pongo un tema más de un disco "irregular" cuando "ya no estaba de moda" etc etc... PACA GARSEN

www.youtube.com/watch?v=xy3-R97wDKs


I saw a newspaper picture from the political campaign
A woman was kissing a child, who was obviously in pain
She spills with compassion, as that young child’s
face in her hands she grips
Can you imagine all that greed and avarice
coming down on that child’s lips
Well I hope I don’t die too soon
I pray the Lord my soul to save
Oh I’ll be a good boy, I’m trying so hard to behave
Because there’s one thing I know, I’d like to live
long enough to savour
That’s when they finally put you in the ground
I’ll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down

When England was the whore of the world
Margeret [sic] was her madam
And the future looked as bright and as clear as
the black tarmacadam
Well I hope that she sleeps well at night, isn’t
haunted by every tiny detail
’Cos when she held that lovely face in her hands
all she thought of was betrayal

And now the cynical ones say that it all ends
the same in the long run
Try telling that to the desperate father who just
squeezed the life from his only son
And how it’s only voices in your head and
dreams you never dreamt
Try telling him the subtle difference between
justice and contempt
Try telling me she isn’t angry with this pitiful discontent
When they flaunt it in your face as you line up for punishment
And then expect you to say "Thank you"
straighten up, look proud and pleased
Because you’ve only got the symptoms, you
haven’t got the whole disease
Just like a schoolboy, whose head’s like a tin-can
filled up with dreams then poured down the drain
Try telling that to the boys on both sides, being
blown to bits or beaten and maimed
Who takes all the glory and none of the shame

Well I hope you live long now, I pray the Lord your soul to keep
I think I’ll be going before we fold our arms and start to weep
I never thought for a moment that human life could be so cheap
’Cos when they finally put you in the ground
They’ll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down

Lo curioso es la dulzura de la música en contraste con la letra agria y crítica a Margaret Tatcher.