Distractions - Paul McCartney

Dentro del exitoso álbum Flowers in the Dirt podemos encontrar esta pieza serena y cálida, dulce y sosegada, que quizás se vio eclipsada por el éxito de My Brave Face o This One, pero que es una joya dentro del repertorio del compositor y bajista británico.

El disco es algo irregular pero contiene algunos temas como los antes mencionados y algún otro que son una maravilla.

En él participan algunos de los músicos que luego serán habituales de McCartney (cuando te llaman por tu apellido es que eres un grande) como Robbie McIntosh, Hamish Stuart a las guitarras o Paul "Wix" Wickens con los teclados (quién llega a ser director musical de las giras) y nuevas aportaciones de Chris Whitten (batería y percusión) o Chris White con el saxo (curiosamente estos dos últimos salieron de gira con Dire Straits en el On Every Street Tour. En la producción también colaboraron Elvis Costello o Trevor Horn.

Espero que os guste

What is this thing in life that persuades me to spend

Time away from you?

If you can answer this you can have the moon

This is the place to be, anyway you can see

There's a lovely view

Why are there always so many other things to do?

Distractions, like butterflies are buzzing 'round my head,

When I'm alone I think of you

And the life we'd lead if we could only be free

From these distractions.

The postman's at the door

While the telephone rings on the kitchen wall,

Pretend we're not at home and they'll disappear.

I want to be with you, tell me what I can do,

Nothing is too small

Away from all this jazz we could do anything at all.

Distractions like butterflies are buzzing ‘round my head.

When I'm alone I think of you

And the things we'd do if we could only be through

With these distractions.

I'll find a peaceful place far away from the noise of a busy day

Where we can spend our nights counting shooting stars,

Distractions like butterflies are buzzing ‘round my head.

When I'm alone I think of you

And the things we'd do if only we could be through

With the distractions like butterflies they're

Buzzing round my head, when I'm alone I think of you

And the life we'd lead if we could only be free

From these distractions.