Protection, by Massive Attack

There are songs which were made to guide your way back home. Walking late at night, not a soul on the street and you feel the breeze of the rain which fell earlier. The earphones pumping as the only thing you can hang on to yourself. There are songs which were written for specific reasons, to make us feel that nothing really is that important. You can always return home (whatever you want to understand for home). These songs will never turn their back on you. That's why they are so impresonal, more than that, they are trully universal.

Famous Blue Raincoat, by Marcel et Isabelle Kanche

No need to explain: love was gone before you left through the door. All I have is this song.

Kangaroo, by This Mortal Coil

Los fantasmas se niegan a morir: existen para abandonarnos o ser nuestros nombres escondidos. Decapitados, nos abandonan en las calles que recorremos en la madrugada. Claro que esperamos encontrarlos en cada gesto familiar que reconocemos. Pero la memoria es una ciencia de nombres, de gratitudes que nos salvan y que nos hacen vulnerables. "Estamos como/de otoño//sobre árboles/las hojas" escribio Ungaretti. Cada nombre es que una pasión que nos hunde y nos persigue hasta la muerte. Porque la vida es demasiado menesterosa para encenderse con las hojas de otoño.