Gary Moore - Over the hills and far away

Hoy lunes un rock al estilo celta de la mano de un grande, que siempre ha estado en la segunda fila.

Y es que creo que así como a otros se les sobrevalora, él nunca ha recibido el reconocimiento que hubiese merecido, y no será por todos los palos que ha tocado en este negocio, los grupos en los que ha estado y los grandes temas que ha compuesto. Hace tiempo os ofrecí la faceta blues de Gary, con la que comenzó su carrera y a la que después volvió. Hoy ofrezco su cara más dura, más rockera.

Y para ello he escogido este tema (podrían haber sido muchos otros más) por su buen sonido. Él es irlandes, y como la cabra tira al monte, pues compuso este tema con todos los ingredientes de una canción irlandesa o celta. Recrea una historia centrada en una amada que pierde a su amado acusado de un robo, y nos cuenta su larga espera, como si fuese un romance de antaño. Desliza una gaita, violines y tamboriles en la instrumentación, sin dejar de maravillarnos con su guitarra y sus solos agresivos. Unido todo a un video de ambientación de noche de cuento de brujas...el resultado es fantástico. Nightwish, grupo de rock sinfónico, hicieron posteriormente una versión del tema. No tiene nada que ver este con otro del mismo nombre que hicieron los Led Zepellin.

Empieza una nueva semana. Animaros a ser felices y sobrellevarla con buena música. Yo intento poner mi granito de arena. Buen día.




"They came for him one winter's night.
Arrested, he was bound.
They said there'd been a robbery,
his pistol had been found.


They marched him to the station house,
he waited till the dawn.
And as they led him to the dock,
he knew that he'd been wronged.
"You stand accused of robbery,"
he heard the bailiff say.
He knew without an alibi,
tomorrow's light would mourn his freedom.


Over the hills and far away,
for ten long years he'll count the days.
Over the mountains and the seas,
a prisoner's life for him there'll be.


He knew that it would cost him dear,
but yet he dare not say.
Just where he'd been that fateful night,
a secret it must stay.
He had to fight back tears of rage.
His heart beat like a drum.
For with the wife of his best friend,
he spent his final night of freedom.


Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one day.
Far from the mountains and the seas,
back in her arms again he'll be.
Over the hills and far away.


Over the hills and,
over the hills and,
over the hills and far away.


Each night within his prison cell,
he looks out through the bars.
He reads the letters that she wrote.
One day he'll know the taste of freedom.


Over the hills and far away,
she prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the seas,
back in his arms again she'll be.


Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one day.
As sure as the river reach the seas,
back in his arms is where she'll be.


Over the hills and far away,
she prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the sea,
back in her arms is where he'll be.


Over the hills,
over the hills and far away.


Over the hills,
over the hills and far away."