Felicidades, en su día

Porque en este blog no se discrimina a nadie, y porque algún día gozaremos de la hospitalidad de este señor (o de su indiferencia, uno nunca sabe); la administración del Club Privado de los Dandys del Infierno me encargó -encarecidamente-, desearle un felíz día al Principe de las Tinieblas.

Sirva pues este humilde post para rendir honor a quien honor merece, de no ser por Luzbel, la humanidad no estaría donde está hoy día.

Y como el próximo día de la Bestía no será sino hasta el 6 de junio del 3006 -sospecho que el dandysmo habrá desaparecido de la faz de la tierra- no nos queda más que enviarle un caluroso abrazo a Don Diablo Colorado, quien seguramente se habrá tomado el día libre y ande del brazo de Angelina Jolie en forma de Brad Pitt.

A continuación, un bonito tema de la banda australiana INXS, como preámbulo a una obra maestra del rock y del dandysmo.

Devil Inside
(Farriss /Hutchence)

Here come the woman

With the look in her eye

Raised on leather

With flesh on her mind.

Words as weapons, sharper than knives

Makes you wonder, how the other half die.

Other half die.

Here come the man

With the look in his eye

Fed on nothing

But full of pride.

Look at them go

Look at them kick

Makes you wonder, how the other half live.

The devil inside

The devil inside

Every single one of us the devil inside.

The devil inside

The devil inside

Every single one of us the devil inside.

Here come the world

With the look in it’s eye

Future uncertain, but certainly slight

Look at the faces

Listen to the bells

It’s hard to believe, we need a place called hell .

Ahora bien, de 1968, del Banquete de los pordioseros, de las Matusalénicas Majestades, ni más ni menos que (arrodíllense señores):

Sympathy For The Devil*

(Jagger/Richards)

Yo!..... Yo!...... Yo!
Woo Good!....
Please allow me to introduce myself

I'm a man of wealth and taste

I've been around for a long, long year

Stole many a man's soul and faith.

And I was 'round when Jesus Christ

Had his moment of doubt and pain

Made damn sure that Pilate

Washed his hands and sealed his fate.

Pleased to meet you

Hope you guess my name

But what's puzzling you

Is the nature of my game.

I stuck around at St. Petersburg

When I saw it was a-time for a change

Killed the czar and his ministers

Anastasia screamed in vain.

I rode a tank Held a general's rank

When the blitzkrieg raged

And the bodies stank

Pleased to meet you

Hope you guess my name, oh yeah

Ah, what's puzzling you

Is the nature of my game, ah yeah
(whoo whoo, whoo whoo)

I watched with glee

While your kings and queens (whoo whoo)

Fought for ten decades (whoo whoo)

For the gods they made (whoo whoo)
I shouted out, (whoo whoo)"Who killed the Kennedys?" (whoo whoo)

When after all (whoo whoo)It was you and me (whoo whoo).

Let me please introduce myself (whoo whoo)

I'm a man of wealth and taste (whoo whoo)

And I laid traps for troubadours (whoo whoo)

Who get killed before they reached Bombay (whoo whoo, whoo whoo).

Pleased to meet you (whoo whoo)

Hope you guessed my name, (whoo whoo) oh yeah (whoo whoo)

But what's puzzling you (whoo whoo)

Is the nature of my game(whoo whoo), oh yeah, get down, baby.

Just as every cop is a criminal (whoo whoo)

And all the sinners saints (whoo whoo)

As heads is tails (whoo whoo)

Just call me Lucifer (whoo whoo)

'Cause I'm in need of some restraint (whoo whoo).

So if you meet me (whoo whoo)

Have some courtesy (whoo whoo)

Have some sympathy, (whoo whoo) and some taste (whoo whoo)

Use all your well-learned politesse (whoo whoo)

Or I'll lay your(whoo whoo) soul to waste,(whoo whoo), um yeah (whoo whoo).

Tell me baby,(whoo whoo) what's my name(whoo whoo)

Tell me honey,(whoo whoo) can ya guess my name (whoo whoo)

Tell me baby, (whoo whoo) what's my name (whoo whoo)

I tell you one time, (whoo whoo) you're to blame (whoo whoo).

*para mayores referencias http://dandyprivatehellclub.blogspot.com/2005/11/la-muerte-de-brian-jones.html#links