Analizamos la letra de White Rider, de Ryan Ike, escrita para la banda sonora del videojuego Where the Water Tastes Like Wine. Hablamos de videojuegos, de la Gran Depresión, de la muerte y de canciones narrativas.

NOTAS

• Where the Water Tastes Like Wine: https://youtu.be/ERos1B73neE


• Gran Depresión: https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gran_Depresión


• Aventura gráfica: https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aventura_gráfica


• RPG: https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Videojuego_de_rol


• Milonga de Albornoz (episodio de Letrísmica): https://anchor.fm/letrismica/episodes/Milonga-de-Albornoz-Jorge-Luis-Borges-e59ra5


• Tulsa, Oklahoma: https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tulsa


• Santa Fe, New Mexico: https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santa_Fe_(Nuevo_México)


• Federico García Lorca: https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Federico_García_Lorca


• Video sobre slang en diferentes variedades de inglés: https://youtu.be/vYRHrFEpbHk


• De punta en blanco (frase): http://acebo.pntic.mec.es/~aromer3/Lengua/Los%20Dichos/ir%20de%20punta%20en%20blanco.htm


• Episodio de En busca de Porko con versión de White Rider en castellano: https://www.spreaker.com/user/11012173/5-midnight-snack-with-laura-michet


• Still Alive (canción de Portal): https://youtu.be/Y6ljFaKRTrI


• Want You Gone (canción de Portal 2): https://youtu.be/dVVZaZ8yO6o


• Now You’re a Hero (canción de You Have to Burn the Rope): https://youtu.be/VmuiwOGi5gA

LETRA

I was three days’ ride from Tulsa

en route to Santa Fe

and there beneath the blazing sun

my horse began to sway.

Was then I heard a thunderous sound

come risin’ up behind:

the hoofbeats of twelve horsemen,

their course locked on to mine.

White Rider, White Rider,

ain’t fixin’ for to join your fated line.

White Rider, White Rider,

don’t come to claim me ’fore I had my time.

Was four days’ ride from Tulsa,

the Riders still in tow.

They were dressed in white from toe to tip,

pale horses trod below.

And last among their number,

a chilling sight to see:

the thirteenth horse lay empty

with a saddle meant for me.

White Rider, White Rider,

ain’t fixin’ for to join your fated line.

White Rider, White Rider,

don’t come to claim me ’fore I had my time.

Was five day’s ride from Tulsa

when I pitched into the sand:

my legs gave out, my body lacked

the strength enough to stand.

The Horsemen moved upon me then,

their leader to my side

said “Son, I think the time has come

to saddle up and ride.”

White Rider, White Rider,

well, day will come we all will join that line.

White Rider, White Rider,

they come to claim me now I had my time.

(Now I had my time.)