Level 42 - Running in the Family

Mis ánimos han subido de nivel...ahora están en el Level 42.

Hoy ochentero,... que iba tocando. Esta canción me huele a tarde de sabado. Recuerdo que en las tardes frías de invierno, no saliamos mucho de casa (no existían los centros comerciales) y te quedabas viendo la tele y echaban programas de videos musicales con la lista de los discos y singles más vendidos del momento. Está es una de esas canciones que me recuerda a esas sesiones en las que tan pronto veias a Battiato, a Madonna, como a Julio Iglesias o Nana Mouskuri...jugaba con mi hermano a descubrir si Michael Jackson volvía a ser nº 1 con Bad o le quitaba el puesto lo último de Dire Straits o Bruce Springsteen... (Ya, ya sé esto bien podría ser una entrada del maravilloso blog, del cual soy colaborador, y a mucha honra, "Crecí en los Ochenta y sobreviví", el caso es que me salió sólo en cuanto recorde este tema.)

Level 42 es un grupo británico de pop y funk que triunfo en los ochenta con temas como Lessons in Love, It´s over...entre otras. Su nombre tenía que ser un número. en un principio pensaron en 88 (que más tarde sería el nombre de una canción), pero por una novela de ciencia ficcion eligieron 42, a lo que luego sumaron el Level. Aún siguen en funcionamiento, pero yo la verdad, hace mucho que no oigo hablar de ellos.

Bueno, pues esto es lo que ha dado de si mi canción diaria. voy a ver si sigo aprovechando este día de asueto para hacer cosillas por casa. Mañana más y mejor.




"Our dad
Would send us to our room
Hed be the voice of doom
He said that we would thank him later
All day
He was solid as a rock
But by eight oclock
Wed be crumbling
One night
My brother joe and me
Climbed down the family tree
That grew outside our bedroom window
We ran
Though we knew it couldnt last
Running from the past
From things that we were born to be

Looking back its so bizarre
It runs in the family
All the things we are
On the back seat of the car
With joseph and emily
We only see so far
- and we all have our daddys eyes
Looking back its so bizarre

Dad rang
The officer in charge
A man so large
He barely fit his circumstances
He said
Two kids out on the street
Were picked up on the beat
And in the station
So theres me
With emily and joe
Daddy driving home
All heading in the same direction
He knew
No matter what the breaks
Wed make the same mistakes
Couldnt take his eyes of joe and me

Looking back its so bizarre
It runs in the family
All the things we are
On the backseat of the car
With joseph and emily
We only see so far
- and we all have our daddys eyes
Looking back its so bizarre
It runs in the family
All the things we are
Looking back its so bizarre

Like a dream within a dream
Were all somewhere in between

Like a drummer plays his drum
Like a father like a son
- and your gonna have to face the music
- face the music

Hey hey
We keep it running in the family
Hey hey
We keep it coming in the family

Looking back its so bizarre
It runs in the family
All the things we are
On the backseat of the car
With joseph and emily
We only see so far
- cause we all have our daddys eyes
Take me back into your arms
Its no longer a mystery
No cause for alarm
Could have never come this far
With no sense of history
It always leaves a scar
- and we all have our daddys eyes
Looking back its so bizarre"