En una época en la que la música ha perdido todo el sentido y donde sólo se producen ritmos repetitivos con una letra vomitiva y totalmente sexualizada (signo evidente de la degeneración cognitiva de la nueva generación o remesa de humanos); todavía tenemos algunas honrosas excepciones con bandas heredadas de tiempos mejores como es el caso de Parkway Drive y su metalcore melódico (o metal alternativo según quién catalogue, tampoco es importante esto). Este tema no sólo tiene una enorme riqueza musical (que no está al alcance de la sensibilidad de todo el mundo), sino que es pura filosofía. El contenido de la letra es tan profundo que dudo siquiera que un chavalín medio de hoy día sepa de qué habla realmente:
"No hay que tomarse nada a pecho -se repite quien se enoja consigo mismo cada vez que sufre y no pierde ninguna ocasión de sufrir." El aciago Demiurgo (Emil Cioran)
jueves, 31 de julio de 2025
Horizons (Parkway Drive)
"The marks I left upon this world
Will wash away in time" (Parkway Drive)
So it begins, our eyes turn open
Free from the thorns of doubt
Free from our selfish confine
Our blood restless, ceaseless
With open arms we stand before the dawn
The sun seems to have been rising ever since I can recall
Lending a sense of permanence to this lying world
Your words not worth the air
Your life not worth its weight in flesh
To hope for something more
To dream of substance
Like a million before us, waiting to die
Like a billion before us, waiting to die
Masochistic to think this would be remembered (Would be remembered)
Sadistic, perpetuation of stagnation
There is nothing as empty as waiting to die
We spend our lives wasting as time eats us alive
There is nothing as empty as waiting to die
We spend our lives wasting as time eats us alive
The sun seems to have been falling ever since I can recall
The only sense of permanence in this dying world
Sit back and watch as time eats us alive
Everyone who knew me (Knew me)
Destined to die (Die)
The marks I left upon this world
Will wash away in time
In time, and so it ends
In time, it all finds an end
In time, and so it ends
In time, we all find an end
With broken arms and hollow eyes
Await our return to oblivion
Embrace our last empty horizon
Embrace our last empty
Horizons
Horizons
Horizons (Horizons)
Horizons
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