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Lamentando mucho la espera de este post por complicacione técnicas, y todavía intentando disimular (o no tanto?) mi admiración por el ya mencionado director, después de haber visto Batman hace poco (y dejando de lado algunos descaches, como Mars Attack y el remake del Planeta de los Simios, que algunos no consideran tan descaches) publico la letra de What's This, obra original de Danny Elfman (que buen nombre) (la cual, para mi gusto, representa, en palaras de Carlos Páramo lo que es la recreación afortunada de un mito):

Artist: Danny Elfman LyricsSong: What's This Lyrics
[JACK]What's this? What's this?
There's color everywhere
What's this?
There's white things in the air
What's this?
I can't believe my eyes
I must be dreaming
Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair
What's this?

What's this? What's this?
There's something very wrong
What's this?
There's people singing songs

What's this?
The streets are lined with
Little creatures laughing
Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this?
What's this?

There are children throwing snowballs here
Instead of throwing heads
They're busy building toys
And absolutely no one's dead

There's frost on every window
Oh, I can't believe my eyesA
nd in my bones I feel the warmth
That's coming from inside

Oh, look
What's this?
They're hanging mistletoe, they kiss
Why that looks so unique, inspired
They're gathering around to hear a story
Roasting chestnuts on a fire
What's this?
What's this?

In here they've got a little tree, how queer
And who would ever think
And why?

They're covering it with tiny little things
They've got electric lights on strings
And there's a smile on everyone
So, now, correct me if I'm wrong
This looks like fun
This looks like fun
Oh, could it be I got my wish?
What's this?

Oh my, what now?
The children are asleep
But look, there's nothing underneath
No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them
Or ensnare them, only little cozy things
Secure inside their dreamland
What's this?

The monsters are all missing
And the nightmares can't be found
And in their place there seems to be
Good feeling all around

Instead of screams, I swear
I can hear music in the air
The smell of cakes and pies
Is absolutely everywhere

The sights, the sounds
They're everywhere and all around
I've never felt so good before
This empty place inside of me is filling up
I simply cannot get enough

I want it, oh, I want it
Oh, I want it for my own
I've got to know
I've got to know
What is this place that I have found?
What is this?
Christmas Town, hmm...

Ahora, que ya adornan las calles con luces navideñas...

Ahora, que adornan las calles con luces navideñas y que encontré la banda sonora de una de aquellas películas de culto a las cuales nunca les paran muchas bolas (es decir, a todo el mundo le importa tener un cabecita de Jack Skellington en una pulsera, o una chapa, o un cinturón, o una riata, o una cartera, o una billetera, o un morral, incluso, el pasado halloween no faltó el in-original (adjetivo muy sancarlista por cierto) que se disfrazó de nuestro quemado personaje) pretendo rescatar el arte detrás de lo comercial. Porqué vuelve la moda por una película que no es reciente, los estudiosos de las modas (o la moda) nos lo dirán (y también podrían responder porqué hobbies tan pintorescos como el trompo, las cocas, las piquis, el fuchi y el yoyo y otras más comunes como la mini-falda, las texanas, la tanga brasilera vuelven recurrentemente). Aún así pretendo rescatar aquello que no se rescata: para mi, lo verdaderamente significativo de un filme que busca cuestionar ante todo (más allá de los clichés a los que se ve sometido para vender). Seguirán dos posts con la letra de aquellas canciones que me parecen más interesantes. Invito a los pocos que me leen a que le peguen una revisadita a esta popular cinta para "niños" (me incluyo en el apelativo).