Rugby Around The World

dimarts, 15 de maig de 2012

Promised Land. BSO de "Placaje Alto" (2)

Mi primo me ha comentado que Joan Pla, el nuevo apertura de dieciocho años, tiene futuro en este mundo oval. Esperemos que no sea una nueva decepción, estoy hasta los pelos de mi calva de los desengaños, para desilusiones ya tengo las que me da mi marido. Como cada año debemos decir que esta puede ser nuestra temporada, aunque lo veo jodido, muy jodido. Gracias Bruce por cantar para nosotros.


Promised Land de Bruce Springsteen.


I pick up my money and head back into town
Driving cross the Waynesboro county line
I got the radio on and I’m just killing time
Working all day in my daddy’s garage
Driving all night, chasing some mirage
Pretty soon little girl I’m gonna take charge.
The dogs on main street howl,
’cause they understand,
If I could take one moment into my hands
Mister, I ain’t a boy, no, I’m a man,
And I believe in a promised land.




I’ve done my best to live the right way
I get up every morning and go to work each day
But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold
Sometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode
Explode and tear this town apart
Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart
Find somebody itching for something to start




The dogs on main street howl,
’cause they understand,
If I could take one moment into my hands
Mister, I ain’t a boy, no, I’m a man,
And I believe in a promised land.
There’s a dark cloud rising from the desert floor
I packed my bags and I’m heading straight into the storm
Gonna be a twister to blow everything down
That ain’t got the faith to stand its ground
Blow away the dreams that tear you apart
Blow away the dreams that break your heart
Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted
The dogs on main street howl,
’cause they understand,
If I could take one moment into my hands
Mister, I ain’t a boy, no, I’m a man,
And I believe in a promised land
I believe in a promised land...