Oh but when she is calling...

I wake up every day to see her back again
Screaming my name through the astral plane
And in this catalogue town she takes me down
Down through the platinum spires
Down through the telephone wires
And we shake it around in the underground
And like a new generation rise

And like all the boys in all the cities
I take the poison, take the pity
But she and I, we soon discovered
we'd take the pills to find each other

Oh but when she is calling here in my head
Can you hear her calling
And what she has said?
Oh but when she is calling here in my head
It's like a new generation calling
Can you hear it call?
And I'm losing myself, losing myself to you

I wake up every day, to find her back again
Breeding disease on her hands and knees
While the styles turn and the books still burn
Yes it's there in the platinum spires
It's there in the telephone wires
And we spread it around to a techno sound
But like a new generation rise

Cos like all the boys in all the cities
I take the poison, take the pity
But she and I we soon discover
We take the pills to find each other

Oh but when she is calling here in my head
Can you hear her calling?
And what she has said?
Oh but when she is calling here in my head
It's like a new generation calling

Can you hear her call?

And I'm losing myself, losing myself to you

"New Generation", Suede, dog man star

Canciones como ésta que me recuerdan, no sé la razón, algunas de las noches de farra gijonesas, cuando, con bastantes años menos, uno se creía por segundos con la fuerza de comerse el mundo, instantes diminutos y que la realidad se encarga de empañar con un desolador, crispado, eterno desencanto.
Suede, con temazos como "trash", "so young", "lazy", "saturday night", "the chemistry between us", "heroine", la increíble "the power", "we are the pigs", "the wild ones" o el megahit "beautiful ones", evocan episodios de pérdida y constante lejanía en estos tiempos que corren, con la absurda pátina de lo inalcanzable y la mirada turbia, emborronada.