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.
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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.)
