Van Der Graaf Generator - House With No Door

Con esta canción me ha pasado algo curioso que no suele sucederme: la primera vez que la escuché me fijé casi más en la letra que en la música, algo que no hago nunca.

Por supuesto la música es magnífica, estamos hablando de Van Der Graaf Generator en su mejor época, pero la letra de Peter Hammill de este tema me ha calado especialmente hondo, sobre todo cuando uno le oye interpretarla con tanta sensibilidad:

There's a house with no door, I'm living there

At nights it gets cold and the days are hard to bear inside

There's a house with no roof, so the rain creeps in

Falling through my head as I try to think out time

I don't know you, you say you know me

That may be so, there's so much that I am unsure of

You call my name, but it sounds unreal, I forget how I feel

My body's rejecting the cure

There's a house with no bell but then nobody calls

I sometimes find it hard to tell if any are alive at all outside

There's a house with no sound; yes, it's quiet there

There's not much point in words if there's no-one to share in time

I've learned my lines, I know them so well

I am ready to tell whoever will finally come in

Of the line in my mind that's cold in the night

It doesn't seem right when there's that little dark figure running.

Won't somebody help me?

There's a house with no door and there's no living there

One day it became a wall, well I didn't really care at the time

There's a house with no light, all the windows are sealed

Overtaxed and strained – now nothing is revealed but time

I don't know you, you say you know me

That may be so, there's so much that I am unsure of

You call my name, but it sounds unreal

I forget how I feel, my body's rejecting the cure

Won't somebody help me?