Runaway

Recuerdo que fue una de las primeras cintas de casette que tuve. La del disco New Jersey (1989). Grabada desde el altavoz de un Walkman marca vete a saber a otro Walkman con grabador. Realmente era un sonido pésimo, pero lo importante, más que la calidad, era el tenerlo.  El estar a la última y escuchar rock duro...

Y es que los Bon Jovi de mediados de los ochenta fueron grandes y supieron romper quizás el molde de peinados heavy y guitarras afiladas para llegar al gran público. Vale, quizás luego se fueron por la rama más comercial, y con ese Keep the faith (1992) lleno de baladas (grandiosas algunas, todo sea dicho) y cabellos cortados se acercaron a un público más joven...

Y comenzaron con ésta, Runaway, en 1983 como primer single, luego incluido en su homónimo primer disco Bon Jovi (1984). Toda una declaración de intenciones, guitarras contundentes, teclados ominipresentes. Ochenta total.

On the streets where you live girls talk about their social lives.
They're made of lipstick, plastic and pain, A touch of sable in their eyes.

Disfruten (disfruta) , esta noche, los que vayan (cuando vayas) , al concierto en Barcelona. Y si suena (que suene) , esta canción, recuerden (recuerda) el cantarla, voz en alto, a su par, el de John (y piensa)...

Ooh, she's a little runaway. Daddy's girl learned fast...All those things he couldn't say

Videoclip de la canción

En directo, 2008, un tanto desacelerada...

On the street where you live girls talk about their social lives.
They're made of lipstick, plastic and paint, a touch of sable in their eyes.
All your life all you've asked when's your Daddy gonna talk to you.
You were living in another world tryin' to get your message through.

No one heard a single word you said.
They should have seen it in your eyes
what was going around your heart.

Ooh, she's a little runaway.
Daddy's girl learned fast
all those things he couldn't say.
Ooh, she's a little runaway.

A different line every night guaranteed to blow your mind.
See you out on the streets, call me for a wild time.
So you sit home alone 'cause there's nothing left that you can do.
There's only pictures hung in the shadows left there to look at you.

You know she likes the lights at nights on the neon Broadway signs
She don't really mind,
it's only love she hoped to find.

Ooh, she's a little runaway.
Daddy's girl learned fast
all those things he couldn't say.
Ooh, she's a little runaway.

No one heard a single word she said.
They should have seen it in your eyes
what was going around your heart.

Ooh, she's a little runaway.
Daddy's girl learned fast
all those things he couldn't say.

Ooh, she's a little runaway.
Daddy's girl learned fast,
now she works the night away.

Ooh, she's a little runaway.
Daddy's girl learned fast
all those things he couldn't say.

Ooh, she's a little runaway.
Daddy's girl learned fast,
now she works the night away.