Amados u odiados, no existen términos medios para Coheed and Cambria, pero si algo tienes que rescatar de los chicos de New York, es su ambición. Comenzada alla atrás en la época de Shabutie donde titulan su primer EP como Plan to Take Over the World, parece ser que solo fue un aviso de lo que vendría para Claudio y compañía.

Yo hablando de comics a esta altura no es novedad, pero hablar de una banda que escribe la banda sonora de su propia historia de ciencia ficción y lanzan los comics de su obra es algo simplemente digno de destacar, incluso a niveles tan altos como planear que toda la discografía sea solo una gran historia es hablar de algo de niveles “tolkianos”. La verdad para hablar de ellos hay miles de entrevistas en internet y la nunca bien ponderada Wikipedia, pero yo no quiero dar mas vueltas al asunto, y asumiré que todos conocen el trabajo de esta tremenda banda, y me concentrare en algo más denso que su música. Obviamente, como doy la cuota de ñoñeo en Musicosis, el elemento nerd de Coheed and Cambria, es la historia detrás de su música y me interesa plantear algunos elementos para que ustedes vayan descifrando la historia.

Comenzaré por situarlos en el último disco, Good Apollo, I’m Burning Star IV, Volume Two: No World for Tomorrow, capítulo final de The Armory Wars (titulo que se le da a toda la historia detrás de la discografía). A través de la saga nos hemos visto enfrentados a la muerte de Coheed y de Cambria, la batalla en Silent Earth:3 y la destrucion de The Fence, el apogeo de Claudio y como ha tenido que entender su destino, como enfrentarse a sus enemigos, mientras sufre penas amorosas, y finalmente aprender a enfrentarse a Dios.

En No World for Tomorrow, nos encontramos quizás en el clímax de la caída de House Atlantic (So now they’ve noticed all you’ve given in sound/Let us in. Let us in) con Claudio Kilgannon asumido en su rol de The Crowing (In the coming dusk, you will call on us and unite we must./I’m the Crowing!), y dirigiendo un ejercito de IRO-bots (Raise your hands high/Young brothers and sisters) posiblemente la invacion de House Atlantic, mientras Wilhelm en actitud desafiante (You’ve been given all the power, boy/Now go and make your move/Curse us, these Gods, aren’t faking/Have mercy on the cowards, boy), aunque redimido (What did I do to deserve all of this?) en su derrota preparan lo que será la ultima batalla entre ellos (So beat me,/till the blood and the bone finds our end near.), que se desarrollará en canciones mas adelante. ¿Confundidos?, los invito entonces a leer los comics, y escuchar.

No World For Tomorrow – Coheed and Cambria
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Letra

Wait, there’s never been a mess like this.
No more hands to hold.
The page turns tomorrow with the hurt to give up.
Curse us as God has (sold us).
Believe me, Hell has no room for your crime (here).
So beat me, until the blood and the bone finds our end near.

Bye bye world, or will our hope still hold on?
Boy, you’re never gonna see, the things that will come of these (days)
Raise your hands high!
Young brothers and sisters,
There’s a world’s worth of work and a need for you.

Oh, change is coming, feel these doors now closing in.
Is there no world for tomorrow if we wait for today?

So march to the drumming, show them you’re coming
You’ve been their play toy
Cut to the carving, bleed them ’til robbing
Enough! They’ll take no more.

You’ve been given all the power, boy. Now go and make your move.

Curse us. These gods aren’t faking. Have mercy on the cowards, boy.
They’ll pray to have you lose.
Help us. This world’s now breaking.

So now they’ve noticed all you’ve given in sound.
Let us in, let us in.
Give me love over life the sweet soft of ground.
Let us in, let us in now.

Bye bye world, or will our hope still hold on?
Boy, you’re never gonna see, the things that will come of these (days)
Raise your hands high!
Young brothers and sisters,
There’s a world’s worth of work and a need for you.

Oh, change is coming, feel these doors now closing in.
Is there no world for tomorrow if we wait for today?

So march to the drumming, show them you’re coming
You’ve been their play toy
Cut to the carving, bleed them ’til robbing
Enough! They’ll take no more.

In the light we’ll sing,
As all hurt must bring,
In the falling cusp,
Of all broken things.

In the coming dusk,
You will call on us,
And unite we must,
I’m the crowing!

You all think you’ve figured me out.
Do as I say.
Your words mean nothing at all.
So now I lay.

I said, “Come, Momma! Come, Momma! As I need.”
I said, “Come, Momma! Come, Momma! Will watch you bleed.”

What did I do to deserve
all of this?
What did I do
to deserve all of you?

Raise your hands high!
Young brothers and sisters,
There’s a world’s worth of work and a need for you.

Oh, change is coming, feel these doors now closing in.
Is there no world for tomorrow if we wait for today?

Bye, bye world
Or will our hope still hold on?