Friday, January 06, 2006

LETRAS DE CANCIONES QUE A VECES SIRVEN (15)

Bueno, mientras escampa (si es que algún día escampa), que cante Míster Bob Dylan. Esto se titula A hard rain a-gonna fall, del álbum Freewheelin' Bob Dylan, Columbia, 1963.

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.

5 Comments:

Blogger Now, Catastrophe! said...

Magnífico, chevre.

9:08 AM  
Blogger LaMovidaLiteraria said...

Saludo Eduardo.Vuelvo a explicar lo fácil que es hacer el registro y ping en www.blogscolombia.com
Un vez en la página,se hace click en el lado derecho en "registra tu blogs", se llena el formulario ya( especial cuidado a la hora de escoger categoría),Bueno, el ping permite que los otrso usuarios sepan que usted ha actualizado la página y se hace así, el sistema de pings de blogsColombia tiene la posibilidad de hacer pings manualmente mediante el acceso a una URL pasándole como argumento la dirección de nuestro blog.
Por ejemplo http://www.blogsColombia.com/ping/pingmanual.php?url=http://www.mi-blog.com donde deberemos cambiar al final http://www.mi-blog.com por la dirección de nuestro blog. Si no tienes un sistema que permita pings automáticos, te aconsejo guardes la dirección del ping manual en tus favoritos, de esta forma podrás notificar más fácilmente cuando actualices tu bitácora.
Hasta luego.
Juan Pablo Plata
http://blogscolombia.com/wp/
http://www.lamovidaliteraria.blogspot.com/

8:15 PM  
Blogger Rocket said...

Lástima que la lluvia pueda ser tan bacana y tan triste a la vez... no he podido acostumbrarle al clima d esta ciudad... igual Dylan es de lo mejor!!!!!!!!!!!!!

7:09 AM  
Blogger cd said...

Yo si añoro ese clima, esa lluvia triste para muchos pero inspiradora para otros!

7:36 AM  
Blogger ( ) said...

La lluvia es el mejor clima para estos momentos, y Bob Dylan ayuda para estos momentos. Gracias, en serio.

10:24 AM  

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