"Dancing Towards Disaster", by Mike Batt

Como el mapa completamente en blanco del Bellman, la vida es nonsense tantas veces. En estos días es así también. Pero un mapa en blanco también es la posibilidad, el could, de que el sinsentido tenga otra salida y que no estemos bailando hacia el desastre, como canta el Beaver. Pienso cosas horribles sobre cosas horribles que no se pueden decir de lo horribles que son. The unspeakable. Pero no es eso lo que quiero creer o lo que quiero pensar, y me conmino a pensar, entonces, que el nonsense es múltiple y que no sabemos sobre el futuro.

Así que para esa persona a la que hoy le hice entender todo lo que la quiero, vaya esta canción maravillosa de este musical genial sobre ese texto non plus ultra que es The Hunting of The Snark, de Lewis Carroll, que siempre tiene respuestas para todo, como un oráculo. (Eternamente agradecida a Nacho, among other things, por haber conocido de su mano esta música, y por ende, el texto.)

  

Si no anda el player, andá: http://www.goear.com/listen/04a66e8/dancing-toward-disaster-

(Beaver)
Forget the risks we are taking
Let it rain, let it hail, let it snow;
We could be wrong all along
But at least if we keep on we soon will know,
Although:
We could be dancing towards disaster
With every movement we make,
We could be dancing to disaster,
We could fall with every step we take.
We could be dancing towards disaster,
With every thrill that we share,
We could be dancing to disaster
But I get the feeling we don't care.
There is no time left for wasting
Looking back round the corners we've turned.
Don't count the cost or we're lost,
For the bridges we have crossed have all been burned,
And we've learned:
We could be dancing towards disaster
With every movement we make,
We could be dancing to disaster,
We could fall with every step we take.
We could be dancing towards disaster,
With every thrill that we share,
We could be dancing to disaster
But I get the feeling we don't care.
(Beaver + Crew)
Dancing, dancing,
For all we know we're dancing to disaster.
Dancing, dancing
Dancing to disaster.
Dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing,
Dancing to disaster.
We could be dancing towards disaster
With every movement we make,
We could be dancing to disaster,
We could fall with every step we take.
We could be dancing towards disaster,
With every thrill that we share,
We could be dancing to disaster
But I get the feeling we don't care.
We don't care.
We don't care.