El baladista de la voz triste, áspera, grave y rota

Chris Rea

(Christopher Anton Rea)

(Middlesborough, Yorkshire del Norte, 1951 - Londres, 2025)

Compositor, cantante, guitarrista, productor musical, pintor, actor y piloto de carreras

ON THE BEACH

Between the eyes of love I call your name.

Behind those guarded walls I used to go.

Upon a summer wind there's a certain melody:

takes me back to the place that I know

on the beach, down on the beach.

The secrets of the summer I will keep.

The sands of time will blow a mystery.

No-one but you and I

underneath that moonlit sky,

take me back to the place that I know

on the beach, down on the beach.

Forever in my dreams my heart will be

hanging on to this sweet memory.

A day of strange desire

and a night that burned like fire

take me back to the place that I know

on the beach, down on the beach.

Playa de Mitjorn en la que se inspiró Chris Rea

(Formentera)

THE ROAD TO HELL

Well, I'm standing by a river,

but the water doesn't flow.

It boils with every poison

you can think of

and I'm underneath the streetlight,

but the light of joy I know

scared beyond belief

way down in the shadows

and the perverted fear of violence

chokes a smile on every face

and common sense is ringing

out the bell.

This ain't no technological breakdown

Oh, no, this is the road to hell

and all the roads jam up with credit

and there's nothing you can do.

It's all just bits of paper

flying away from you.

Oh, look out, world, take a good look.

What goes down here

you must learn this lesson fast

and learn it well.

This ain't no upwardly mobile freeway.

Oh no, this is the road,

said this is the road,

this is the road to hell.

Décimo álbum de estudio de Chris Rea publicado en 1989

FOOL

Dying flame, you're free again.

Who could love? Do that to you?

All dressed in black

he won't be coming back.

Well, save your tears,

you've got years and years.

The pains of 17s

unreal, they're only dreams,

save your crying for the day.

Fool if you think it's over

'cause you said goodbye.

Fool if you think it's over,

I'll tell you why.

Newborn eyes always cry with pain

at the first look at the morning sun.

Fool if you think it's over,

it's just begun.

Miss teenage dream,

such a tragic scene:

he knocked your crown

and ran away.

First wound of pride

and how you cried and cried,

but save your tears,

you've got years and years.

Fool if you think it's over

'cause you said goodbye.

Fool if you think it's over,

I'll tell you why

I'll buy your first good wine,

we'll have a real good time.

Save your crying for the day.

Newborn eyes always cry with pain

at the first look at the morning sun.

You're a fool if you think it's over,

it's just begun.

(Canciones compuestas e interpretadas por Chris Rea)

Chris Rea a los 28 años de edad en el Hyde Park de Londres