lunes, 24 de octubre de 2005
Ya lo dijo Confesore (y BIG BOB)
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? / Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? / I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains, / I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways, / I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests, / I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans, / I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard, / And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard, / And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son? / Oh, what did you see, my darling young one? / I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it / I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it, / I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin', / I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin', / I saw a white ladder all covered with water, / I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken, / I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children, / And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, / And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son? / And what did you hear, my darling young one? / I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin', / Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world, / Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin', / Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin', / Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin', / Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter, / Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley, / And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, / And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son? / Who did you meet, my darling young one? / I met a young child beside a dead pony, / I met a white man who walked a black dog, / I met a young woman whose body was burning, / I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow, / I met one man who was wounded in love, / I met another man who was wounded with hatred, / And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, / It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son? / Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one? / I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin', / I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest, / Where the people are many and their hands are all empty, / Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters, / Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison, / Where the executioner's face is always well hidden, / Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten, / Where black is the color, where none is the number, / And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it, / And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it, / Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin', / But I'll know my song well before I start singin', / And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, / It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Bob Dylan (1963) A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall
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martes, 11 de octubre de 2005
yes, that's my problem
I'm a dreamin' man, yes, that's my problem / I can't tell when I'm not being real./ In the meadow dusk , I park my Aerostar / With a loaded gun and sweet dreams of you. /
I'll always be a dreamin' man/ I don't have to understand / I know it's alright.
I see your curves and I feel your vibrations / You dressed in black and white, you lost in the mall / I watch you disappear past Club Med Vacations / Another sleepless night, a sun that won't fall.
I'll always be a dreamin' man / I don't have to understand / I know it's alright.
Now the night is gone, a new day is dawning / And our homeless dreams go back to the street / Another time or place, another civilization / Would really make this life feel so complete.
I'll always be a dreamin' man / I don't have to understand / I know it's alright.
Dreamin' man / He's got a problem / Dreamin' man / Dreamin' man / He's got a problem/ Dreamin' man.
NEIL YOUNG (1992) Dreamin' man
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lunes, 3 de octubre de 2005
Just give me something...
I've been pissing in the wind /I chanced a foolish grin / And dribbled on my chin / Now the ground shifts beneath my feet / The faces that I greet never know my name.
Just give me something / I'll take nothing /Just give me something / I'll take nothing Now the drought is crippled by the rain /That hammers on my pain /We lose ourselves again / But all we need is to find a place to look / Our worm is on its hook / A love which dangles free / Lets watch it swim against the waters flow / In doubt the courage grows with no guarantee.
Just give me something / I'll take nothing / Just give me something /I'll take nothing
And so it goes / A moral to the tale / As tortoise catches snail / A strong heart will prevail/ It keeps on pumping / It still needs something / Just give it something / I'll take nothing / Just give it something / To keep it pumping / And I'll take nothing / Just give me something
Badly Drawn Boy (2000) Pissing in the Wind
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Me encanta la sensación de alegría y tranquilidad que produce esta canción.