Gary Portnoy -Where Everybody Knows Your Name

Seguro que el nombre de la canción y del artista no os dirá nada...pero si os digo Cheers...

Estaba viendo el otro día un programa antiguo de Saturday Night Live, cuando aparecieron todos los protagonistas de esta mítica serie de los ochenta cantándola...y supe que tenía que ponerla. ¿Os acordais de esas aventuras y desventuras de este bar tan cálido y entrañable? El dueño Sam, la camarera rubia, la otra camarera, descarada y promiscua, los siempre apoyados en la barra Norm y Cliff. Recuerdos...

Pero, hoy me centraré en el tema que ponía banda sonora a la serie. Ya hablamos en otras ocasiones que antes se ponían muy buenos temas para la entradilla. Por cierto, esta era la entradilla, por si la quereis recordar. A lo que iba, este tema lo canta Gary Portnoy. Como no lo conocía y os lo quería presentar, tirando de wikipedia he averiguado que es un cantante y compositor sobre todo reconocido por escribir canciones para bandas sonoras de comedias televisivas.

La letra no tiene desperdicio, habla de un lugar donde cuando necesitas cariño, necesitas descanso, necesitas romper con la rutina, siempre serás bien recibido, donde todo el mundo te conoce por tu nombre, como en este blog...



"Making your way in the world today takes everything you've got.
Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot.

Wouldn't you like to get away?

Sometimes you want to go

Where everybody knows your name,
and they're always glad you came.
You wanna be where you can see,
our troubles are all the same
You wanna be where everybody knows
Your name.

You wanna go where people know,
people are all the same,
You wanna go where everybody knows
your name.

Full Lyrics never actually aired

Making your way in the world today
Takes everything you've got;
Taking a break from all your worries
Sure would help a lot.
Wouldn't you like to get away?

All those night when you've got no lights,
The check is in the mail;
And your little angel
Hung the cat up by it's tail;
And your third fiance didn't show;

Sometimes you want to go
Where everybody knows your name,
And they're always glad you came;
You want to be where you can see,
Our troubles are all the same;
You want to be where everybody knows your name.

Roll out of bed, Mr. Coffee's dead;
The morning's looking bright;
And your shrink ran off to Europe,
And didn't even write;
And your husband wants to be a girl;

Be glad there's one place in the world
Where everybody knows your name,
And they're always glad you came;
You want to go where people know,
People are all the same;
You want to go where everybody knows your name.

Where everybody knows your name,
And they're always glad you came;
Where everybody knows your name,
And they're always glad you came..."