Music
Analizamos la letra de White Rider, de Ryan Ike, escrita para la banda sonora del videojuego Where the Water Tastes Like Wine. Hablamos de videojuegos, de la Gran Depresión, de la muerte y de canciones narrativas. NOTAS Where the Water Tastes Like Wine: https://youtu.be/ERos1B73neE Gran Depresión: https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gran_Depresión Aventura gráfica: https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aventura_gráfica RPG: https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Videojuego_de_rol Milonga de Albornoz (episodio de Letrísmica): https://anchor.fm/letrismica/episodes/Milonga-de-Albornoz-Jorge-Luis-Borges-e59ra5 Tulsa, Oklahoma: https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tulsa Santa Fe, New Mexico: https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santa_Fe_(Nuevo_México) Federico García Lorca: https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Federico_García_Lorca Video sobre slang en diferentes variedades de inglés: https://youtu.be/vYRHrFEpbHk De punta en blanco (frase): http://acebo.pntic.mec.es/~aromer3/Lengua/Los%20Dichos/ir%20de%20punta%20en%20blanco.htm Episodio de En busca de Porko con versión de White Rider en castellano: https://www.spreaker.com/user/11012173/5-midnight-snack-with-laura-michet Still Alive (canción de Portal): https://youtu.be/Y6ljFaKRTrI Want You Gone (canción de Portal 2): https://youtu.be/dVVZaZ8yO6o Now You’re a Hero (canción de You Have to Burn the Rope): https://youtu.be/VmuiwOGi5gA LETRA I was three days’ ride from Tulsa en route to Santa Fe and there beneath the blazing sun my horse began to sway. Was then I heard a thunderous sound come risin’ up behind: the hoofbeats of twelve horsemen, their course locked on to mine. White Rider, White Rider, ain’t fixin’ for to join your fated line. White Rider, White Rider, don’t come to claim me ’fore I had my time. Was four days’ ride from Tulsa, the Riders still in tow. They were dressed in white from toe to tip, pale horses trod below. And last among their number, a chilling sight to see: the thirteenth horse lay empty with a saddle meant for me. White Rider, White Rider, ain’t fixin’ for to join your fated line. White Rider, White Rider, don’t come to claim me ’fore I had my time. Was five day’s ride from Tulsa when I pitched into the sand: my legs gave out, my body lacked the strength enough to stand. The Horsemen moved upon me then, their leader to my side said “Son, I think the time has come to saddle up and ride.” White Rider, White Rider, well, day will come we all will join that line. White Rider, White Rider, they come to claim me now I had my time. (Now I had my time.)