Sunday, September 12, 2010

No quiero crecer

je ne veux pas de grandir - je ne veux pas de grandir - je ne veux pas de grandir - je ne veux pas de grandir - je ne veux pas de grandir - je ne veux pas de grandir - je ne veux pas de grandir - je ne veux pas de grandir - je ne veux pas de grandir - je ne veux pas de grandir - je ne veux pas de grandir - je ne veux pas de grandir - je ne veux pas de grandir - je ne veux pas de grandir - je ne veux pas de grandir - je ne veux pas de grandir - je ne veux pas de grandir - je ne veux pas de grandir - je ne veux pas de grandir - je ne veux pas de grandir



(Waits\Brennan)
I Don't Wanna Grow Up
When I'm lyin' in my bed at night
I don't wanna grow up
Nothin' ever seems to turn out right
I don't wanna grow up
How do you move in a world of fog
That's always changing things
Makes me wish that I could be a dog
When I see the price that you pay
I don't wanna grow up
I don't ever wanna be that way
I don't wanna grow up

Seems like folks turn into things
that they'd never want
The only thing to live for
Is today...
I'm gonna put a hole in my TV set
I don't wanna grow up
Open up the medicine chest
And I don't wanna grow up
I don't wanna have to shout it out
I don't want my hair to fall out
I don't wanna be filled with doubt
I don't wanna be a good boy scout
I don't wanna have to learn to count
I don't wanna have the biggest amount
I don't wanna grow up

Well when I see my parents fight
I don't wanna grow up
They all go out and drinking all night
And I don't wanna grow up
I'd rather stay here in my room
Nothin' out there but sad and gloom
I don't wanna live in a big old tomb
On Grand Street

When I see the 5 o'clock news
I don't wanna grow up
Comb their hair and shine their shoes
I don't wanna grow up
Stay around in my old hometown
I don't wanna put no money down
I don't wanna get me a big old loan
Work them fingers to the bone
I don't wanna float a broom
Fall in love and get married then boom
How the hell did it get here so soon
I don't wanna grow up

Wednesday, September 08, 2010

París, Texas



Recuerdo de un viaje en carretera por la nada tejana.
Mr. Blue

Friday, September 03, 2010

La filosofía es para cuando no hay hambre.

Descubierta otra rareza de Chaplin en el desván de La Vieja Ola.
Una historia de Javier Morales para The Constant Sorrower.

Mercì, Docteur X.

Wednesday, September 01, 2010

Canción triste del mes: Poncho & Lefty



(Townes Van Zandt)
Living on the road my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
Your breath's as hard as kerosene

You weren't your mama's only boy
But her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
And sank into your dreams

Poncho was a bandit boys
His horse was fast as polished steel
Wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel

Poncho met his match you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dying words
That's the way it goes

All the federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him hang around
Out of kindness I suppose

Lefty he can't sing the blues
All night long like he used to
The dust that Poncho bit down south
Ended up in Lefty's mouth

The day they laid poor Pancho low
Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go
There ain't nobody knows

All the federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness I suppose

The poets tell how Pancho fell
Lefty's livin' in a cheap hotel
The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold
So the story ends we're told

Poncho needs your prayers it's true,
But save a few for Lefty too
He just did what he had to do
Now he's growing old

A few gray federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him go so wrong
Out of kindness I suppose

A few gray federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him go so wrong
Out of kindness I suppose

Seis razones irrefutables que hacen de este tema la "Canción triste del mes":

1. Pensabas que la vida en la carretera te daría libertad y lo único que ha hecho es hacerte envejecer antes y no tener esperanzas de nada.

2. La madre se clava en tus sueños, sabe como eres y también que no hay nada que hacer.

3. La mala conciencia acaba con las musas y uno acaba con polvo en la boca, sin poder cantar ni contar.

4. Los Federales se regocijan de la muerte de Poncho, dejéndolo en un simple "lo podíamos haber atrapado cualquier día", cuando en realidad tuvieron que pagar a otro bandido para que acabaran con él.

5. Poncho ya es parte del desierto y en Cleveland hay un corazón que no se calienta.

6. Poncho necesita nuestros rezos, pero no tanto como Lefty. Poncho ya reposa y Lefty no encuentra el descanso, así que oremos por él. La tranquilidad no premia a traidores.
Mr. Blue