Recientemente estuvimos viendo una centena de veces Vecinos Invasores (Over The Hedge). Por supuesto, la película es genial, ningún superlativo es suficiente. Entre todos los detalles de la película está la música, muy buena. Me puse a buscar de quién era: así conocí a Ben Folds, autor de cinco de los temas que aparecen en la película.
Tres de los temas me parecieron particularmente buenos (temazos, bah), el de los títulos al principio "Family of Me", uno al medio, llamado "Still" que suena cuando el mapache RJ y la tortuga Verne se sientan a meditar sobre su situación por la noche antes del asalto a la casa, y por último el tema de los títulos al final, "Rockin' the Suburbs", cuando junto a los textos aparecen todos los animalitos bailando rock.
Encontré el Blog de Ben Folds. Increíble, di con un post del flaco en el que describe con bastante detalle cómo fue su agotadora experiencia de escribir música para una película, por primera y por última vez ;-)
En ese post me enteré de que la letra original de "Rockin' the Suburbs" era otra y la modificaron para la película. Así que me fui a buscar el original, y lo adjunto en este post.
La necesidad del cambio de la letra queda clara cuando uno escucha la canción... ¡en una película para niños! Para no dejar dudas, adjunto la letra original:
Ben Folds - Rockin' the Suburbs
Let me tell y'all what it's like
Being male, middle-class and white
It's a bitch, if you don't believe
Listen up to my new CD
(Sha-mon)
I got shit runnin' throught my brain
It's so intense that I can't explain
All alone in my white-boy pain
Shake your booty while the band complains
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Just like Michael Jackson did
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Except that he was talented
I'm rockin' the suburbs
I take the cheques and face the facts
That some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks
I'm pissed off but I'm too polite
When people break in the McDonald's line
Mom and Dad you made me so uptight
I'm gonna cuss on the mic tonight
don't know how much I can take
Girl, give me something I can break
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Just like Quiet Riot did
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Except that they were talented
I'm rockin' the suburbs
I take the cheques and face the facts
That some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks
In a haze these days
I pull up to the stop light
I can feel that something's not right
I can feel that someone's blasting me with hate
And bass
Sendin' dirty vibes my way
'Cause my great great great great Grandad
Made someones' great great great great Grandaddys' slaves
It wasn't my idea
Never was my idea
I just drove to the store
For some Preparation-H
Y'all don't know what it's like
Being male, middle-class and white
Y'all don't know what it's like
Being male, middle-class and white
Y'all don't know what it's like
Being male, middle-class and white
It gets me real pissed off, it makes me wanna say
Fuck!
just like Jon Bon Jovi did
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Except that he was talented
I'm rockin' the suburbs
I take the cheques and face the facts
That some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks
These days
Yeah yeah
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Yeah yeah
You'd better look out, because I'm gonna say 'Fuck'
You'd better look out, because I'm gonna say 'Fuck'
You'd better look out, because I'm gonna say 'Fuck'
You'd better look out, because I'm gonna say 'Fuck'
Let me tell y'all what it's like
Being male, middle-class and white
It's a bitch, if you don't believe
Listen up to my new CD
(Sha-mon)
I got shit runnin' throught my brain
It's so intense that I can't explain
All alone in my white-boy pain
Shake your booty while the band complains
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Just like Michael Jackson did
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Except that he was talented
I'm rockin' the suburbs
I take the cheques and face the facts
That some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks
I'm pissed off but I'm too polite
When people break in the McDonald's line
Mom and Dad you made me so uptight
I'm gonna cuss on the mic tonight
don't know how much I can take
Girl, give me something I can break
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Just like Quiet Riot did
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Except that they were talented
I'm rockin' the suburbs
I take the cheques and face the facts
That some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks
In a haze these days
I pull up to the stop light
I can feel that something's not right
I can feel that someone's blasting me with hate
And bass
Sendin' dirty vibes my way
'Cause my great great great great Grandad
Made someones' great great great great Grandaddys' slaves
It wasn't my idea
Never was my idea
I just drove to the store
For some Preparation-H
Y'all don't know what it's like
Being male, middle-class and white
Y'all don't know what it's like
Being male, middle-class and white
Y'all don't know what it's like
Being male, middle-class and white
It gets me real pissed off, it makes me wanna say
Fuck!
just like Jon Bon Jovi did
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Except that he was talented
I'm rockin' the suburbs
I take the cheques and face the facts
That some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks
These days
Yeah yeah
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Yeah yeah
You'd better look out, because I'm gonna say 'Fuck'
You'd better look out, because I'm gonna say 'Fuck'
You'd better look out, because I'm gonna say 'Fuck'
You'd better look out, because I'm gonna say 'Fuck'
Quiero compartir también esta versión en vivo, ante un auditorio pequeño que muestra a un Ben Folds más casero, y aunque es diferente, está muy bueno:
Saludos!
Ah, Posdata: Sheryl Crow, la genia del post anterior, es autora e intérprete del tema de rock con el que comienza la película Cars, cuando se presentan el rey Steve Weathers, el loco Chick Hicks (¡Michael Keaton!) y el Rayo McQueen; el tema se llama "Real Gone".
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