The Divine Comedy es un grupo de indie pop originario de Irlanda del Norte y formado en 1989. La banda está liderada por Neil Hannon, compositor, cantante, guitarrista, pianista y único miembro estable del proyecto, aunque a lo largo de los años han pasado por él una larga lista de músicos. Su música combina influencias de grupos como The Smiths y Electric Light Orchestra con la tradición crooner de Scott Walker y Jacques Brel​ y el pop barroco de The Beach Boys o Burt Bacharach.​ Asimismo, la variada instrumentación y los arreglos orquestales de sus canciones también toman como referencia la música de compositores como Ravel, Stravinsky, John Barry, Michael Nyman o Philip Glass. Las letras de Neil Hannon se caracterizan por retratar irónicamente la vida moderna y por incluir en ellas guiños a sus referentes literarios y culturales con los que aborda temáticas como el amor, el sexo o la venganza.

BECOMING MORE LIKE ALFIE

Once there was a time

When my mind lay on higher things

And once there was a time

I could find pretty words to sing

But now, well now I find

It saves time to say what you mean

I know it seems so unrefined

But it’s time to let off some steam

 

Oh come on!

Everybody knows that No means Yes

Just like glasses come free on the N.H.S.

But the more I look through them the more I see

I’m becoming more like Alfie

 

Once there was a time

When a kind word could be enough

And once there was a time

I could blindfold myself with love

But not now – now I’m resigned

To the kind of life I had reserved

For other guys less smart than I

Y’know – the kind who will always end up with the girls

And besides

 

Everybody knows that No means Yes

Just like glasses come free on the N.H.S.

But the more I look through them the more I see

I’m becoming more like Alfie

Oh come on!

BAD AMBASSADOR

I want to chill, I want to sit real still

I want to sleep like the dead on a bed of roses

Me and my lovely wife

We’re in the prime of life

I want to feel real, I want to free-wheel

I want to steal the show from under their noses

I want to get you off

Ain’t that enough?

I’m gonna abseil down my ivory tower

And buy myself a Jaguar

 

I’m a bad ambassador for that elusive place you’re searching for

I want to show you so much more

But maybe some other time

 

I want to play with the big boys

I want to ride with the tough guys on a Japanese motorbike

I want to hold your hand

Hey, what’s your favorite band?

I want to look like they looked

I want to shake like they shook,

I want to take what they took

I want to get you high

Don’t ask me why

It’s just something I’ve got to do

I’ll try to make it up to you

 

I’m a bad ambassador for that elusive place you’re searching for

I want to show you so much more

But maybe some other time

 

I’m not the Pope and I don’t want to be

The Archbishop of Canterbury

 

I’m a bad ambassador for that elusive place you’re searching for

I want to show you so much more

Yeah I could show you so much more

But I’m a bad ambassador

 

Well, maybe some other time

ABSENT FRIENDS

Absent friends, here’s to them

And happy days

We thought that they would never end

Here’s to absent friends

 

Little Jean Seberg seemed

So full of life

But in those eyes such troubled dreams

Poor little Jean

 

Woodbine Willie couldn’t rest until he’d

Given every bloke a final smoke before the killing

Old Woodbine Willie

 

Steve McQueen jumped the first one clean

But the great escape he tried to make was not to be

Maybe next time Steve

 

Laika flew through inky blue

‘Til Laika neared the atmosphere and Laika knew

Laika’s life was through

 

Oscar Wilde was a lonely child

He fought and won acceptance from the world

They smiled, they laughed, they praised

They drove poor Oscar to his grave

 

Absent friends, here’s to them

And happy days

We thought that they would never end

But they always end

Raise your glasses then to absent friends

Sobre El Autor

Portal Digital de Cultura y Arte que incluye en sus secciones el material de Revista Seda, dedicada a los estudios asiáticos; de Rastros, el Observatorio Hispanoamericano de Género Negro y Criminal y del Encuentro Internacional de Literatura Fantástica.

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