Keane: Stop For A Minute

Volviendo un poco a la actualidad, nos encontramos con la publicación de un nuevo disco -en este caso un EP- de la banda británica Keane. Este mini álbum lleva por título Night Train, como guiño a su medio favorito de transporte. Contiene 8 temas y su video adelanto, "Stop For A Minute", cuenta con la colaboración del rapero somalí-canadiense K'Naan, realizando una fusión del pop con el rap. Una variante que no esta muy claro sus fans puedan asimilar, por lo que será dificil que obtengan el éxito conseguido con su disco debut Hopes and Fears, que los alzaron a los primeros puestos en casi todo el mundo.

Letra

Some days, feels my soul has left my body
Feel I’m floating high above me
Like I’m looking down upon me

Start sinking, everytime I get to thinking
It’s easier to keep on moving
Never stop to let the truth in

Sometimes I feel like it’s all been done
Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one
Sometimes I wanna change everything I’ve ever done
Too tired to fight and yet too scared to run

And if I stop for a minute
I think about things I really don’t wanna know
And I’m the first to admit it
Without you I’m a liner stranded in an ice floe

I feel like a thief who has no faith
Maybe more than by the grade
Of the drugs you took that day

Sinking in the pain he’s been inflicting
Yet he’s feeling like the victim
Just a horoscope’s to blame

Sometimes I feel like a little lost child
Sometimes I feel like the chosen one
Sometimes I wanna shout out ‘til everything goes quiet
Sometimes I wonder why I was ever born

And if I stop for a minute
I think about things really I don’t wanna know
And I’m the first to admit it
Without you I’m child and so wherever you go
I will follow

(rap)
One… yeah…
And baby you are just beautiful from crown to your cuticles
You held down my two sons, you never frown when duty calls
You know me, I gave you more than you can handle
But you still keep a handle on it, even when I take something beautiful and vandal on it
No more females? Well how come my emails got notes on a scandal
It’s like Eve with the apple,
A priest in the chapel
Overcome by the devil’s tackle
I’m still shackling the bad til I know

And if I stop for a minute
I think about things I really don’t wanna know

So I guess I’m just a fiend
Consumed by the scene

And I’m the first to admit it
Without you I’m a liner stranded in an ice floe

The stage and the screens
Where it’s just me and Keane