Do They Know It’s Christmas?

Finalmente, ¿llegarían ellos a saber que era Navidad? ¿Habrá quién se acuerde de ellos esta Navidad?

Si naciste antes de los años 80 es posible que sepas de qué hablo. Si naciste después, aquí esta la historia completa.

Do They Know It's Christmas?

Los participantes:

Adam Clayton (U2)
Andy Taylor (Duran Duran)
Bob Geldof (Boomtown Rats)
Bono (U2)
Boy George (Culture Club)
Bruce Watson (Big Country)
Chris Cross (Ultravox)
David Bowie
Dennis J. T. Thomas (Kool & the Gang)
Francis Rossi (Status Quo)
Gary Kemp (Spandau Ballet)
George Michael (Wham!)
Glenn Gregory (Heaven 17)
Holly Johnson (Frankie Goes to Hollywood)
James “J.T.” Taylor (Kool & the Gang)
Jody Watley (Shalamar)
John Keeble (Spandau Ballet)
John Taylor (Duran Duran)
Johnny Fingers (Boomtown Rats)
Jon Moss (Culture Club)
Keren Woodward (Bananarama)
Marilyn
Mark Brzezicki (Big Country)
Martin Kemp (Spandau Ballet)
Martyn Ware (Heaven 17)
Midge Ure (Ultravox)
Nick Rhodes (Duran Duran)
Paul McCartney (Former member of The Beatles)
Paul Weller (The Style Council)
Paul Young
Pete Briquette (Boomtown Rats)
Phil Collins (Genesis, solo)
Rick Parfitt (Status Quo)
Robert ‘Kool’ Bell (Kool & the Gang)
Roger Taylor (Duran Duran)
Sarah Dallin (Bananarama)
Simon Crowe (Boomtown Rats)
Simon Le Bon (Duran Duran)
Siobhan Fahey (Bananarama)
Steve Norman (Spandau Ballet)
Sting (The Police)
Stuart Adamson (Big Country)
Tony Butler (Big Country)
Tony Hadley (Spandau Ballet)

Dance Me To The End Of Love

Sólo alguien con la genialidad del poeta, novelista y catautor Leonard Cohen podría escribir una canción de amor inspirada en los campos de exterminio.

¡Sublime!

 

Leonard Cohen

Dance Me To The End Of Love
Autor: Leonard Cohen

Dance me to your beauty
with a burning violin,
dance me through the panic
‘til I’m gathered safely in.
Lift me like an olive branch
and be my homeward dove.

Dance me to the end of love,
dance me to the end of love.

Let me see your beauty
when the witnesses are gone,
let me feel you moving
like they do in Babylon;
show me, slowly, what I only
know the limits of.

Dance me to the end of love,
dance me to the end of love.

Dance me to the wedding now,
dance me on and on.
Dance me very tenderly
and dance me very long.
We’re both of us beneath our love,
we’re both of us above.

Dance me to the end of love,
dance me to the end of love.

Dance me to the children
who are asking to be born,
dance me through the curtains
that our kisses have outworn;
raise a tent of shelter now,
though every thread is torn.

Dance me to the end of love,
dance me to the end of love.

Dance me to your beauty
with a burning violin,
dance me through the panic
till I’m gathered safely in;
touch me with your naked hand
or touch me with your glove.

Dance me to the end of love,
dance me to the end of love.

Dance me to the end of love.