Magistral golpe de efecto el que acaba de ejecutar Lucy Dacus. El 33% de boygenius ha vuelto a demostrar una vez más su enorme talento compositivo con el estreno de ‘Thumbs‘, su imponente y descarnado nuevo single. “Como muchos temas que compongo, no estaba esperando su llegada. Me hizo sentir rara, casi enferma. Esta canción explica la historia de un significativo día que viví con un amigo en mi primer año de universidad“, comenta Lucy en una nota de prensa. Su “storytelling”, crudo hasta decir basta, narra el reencuentro (real) establecido entre un colega suyo y el padre genético de este tras llevar más de un lustro sin verse las caras. La propia Lucy acompañó al amigo en una cita que acabó encolerizando a la cantautora por el injusto contexto de la situación. “Quiero tener tu cara entre mis manos y decirte: ‘vosotros dos estáis conectados por pura coincidencia. Os conecta la sangre pero, querido, todo es relativo“, exclama la vocalista de forma contenida pero furiosa al final de ‘Thumbs’.
Tal y como detalla en una nota de prensa, Lucy Dacus empezó a interpretar el sencillo en 2018. “No había pensado [en lo sucedido con su amigo] durante años. Un mes después de recuperarla, decidí tocarla en la gira que hicimos con boygenius. Phoebe y Julien me animaron a interpretarla en vivo. El tocarla me ponía el cuerpo tembloroso, por lo que finalicé con ella la mitad de los sets que hice en 2019“. Adjuntamos audio y letra de ‘Thumbs’:
You hung up the phone
and I asked you what was wrong.
Your dad has come to town.
He’d like to meet.
I said, “You don’t have to see him,”
but for whatever reason, you can’t tell him no.
So we meet him at a bar.
You were holding my hand hard.
He ordered rum and coke.
I can’t drink either anymore.
He hadn’t seen you since the fifth grade.
Now you’re nineteen and you’re 5’8”.
He said, “Honey, you sure look great.
Do you get the checks I send on your birthday?”
I would kill him
if you let me.
I would kill him
quick and easy.
Your nails are digging into my knee.
I don’t know how you keep smiling.
I love your eyes
and he has ‘em.
Or you have his
‘cause he was first.
I imagine my thumbs on the irises
pressing in
until they burst.
I clear my throat and say we oughta get home.
He offers us a ride.
I reply, “No, that’s alright.”
When we leave, you feel him watching,
so we walk a mile in the wrong direction.
I would kill him
if you let me.
I would kill him
quick and easy.
Your nails are digging into my knee.
I don’t know how you keep smiling.
I don’t know how you keep smiling.
I don’t know how you keep smiling.
I wanna take your face between my hands
and say:
You two are connected by a pure coincidence.
Bound to him by blood, but baby, it’s all relative.
You’ve been in his fist ever since you were a kid,
but you don’t owe him shit even if he said you did.
You don’t owe him shit even if he said you did.
