El Peso De La Vida: Linkin Park - Bleed It Out (El Vídeo)

Linkin Park - Bleed It Out (El Vídeo)

Linkin Park tuvieron su momento de gloria y no se resisten a perderlo, por ello contaron con Rick Rubin como productor. Cambiaron su estilo hacia algo mas maduro y si ya se veía evidentes buenos cambios con su primer single “What I’ve Done” mas con el segundo. Aunque vuelven al rap que tan famosos los hizo, no es lo mismo de siempre pues han cambiado y ahora son más cañeros hasta en su forma de rapear. Vale que el disco tenga algún altibajo mas pop cosa impensable con temas como este segundo single “Bleed It Out”.

Como en sus mejores momentos, una vez escuchada varias veces te engancha y te dan ganas de poner a cantar. Como a mi me ha pasado, a continuación os pongo la letra de la misma:

[Mike Shinoda]

Yea here we go for the hundredth time,
Hand grenade pins in every line,
Throw ‘em up and let something shine.
Going out of my fucking mind.
Filthy mouth, no excuse.
Find a new place to hang this noose.
String me up from atop these roofs.
Knot it tight so I won’t get loose.
Truth is you can stop and stare,
Run myself out and no one cares.
Dug a trench out, laid down there
With a shovel up out to reach somewhere.
Yea someone pour it in,
Make it a dirt dance floor again.
Say your prayers and stomp it out,
When they bring that chorus in.

[Chester Bennington]

(Chorus)
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away.

[Mike Shinoda]

I bleed it out.
Go, stop the show.
Chop your words in a sloppy flow.
Shotgun I pump, lock and load,
Cock it back and then watch it go.
Mama help me, I’ve been cursed,
Death is rolling in every verse.
Candypaint on his brand new hearse.
Can’t contain him, he knows he works.
I hope this hurts, I won’t mind.
Doesn’t matter how hard I try.

Half the words don’t mean a thing,
And I know that I won’t be satisfied.
So why, try ignoring him.
Make your dirt dance floor again.
Say your prayers and stomp it out,
When they bring that chorus in.

[Chester Bennington]

I bleed it out.
I’ve opened up these skies,
I’ll make you face this.
I pulled myself so far,
I’ll make you face this now.

I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away.