jueves, 4 de septiembre de 2008

NO DIRECTION HOME:

Cual ha sido hasta ahora, la mejor canción en la historia de la música contemporánea?



Uno tiende a suponer que en una compulsa entre amantes del rock, pop y derivados, temas como "Yesterday", "Hey Jude" o "Let it be", son candidatos más que firmes a estar en el Nr. 1.
Sin embargo, la revista Rolling Stone hizo una compulsa entre sus lectores y ninguna de esas canciones resultó ganadora, es más: "Imagine" de Lennon en solitario resultó tercera por encima de cualquier otro tema del cuarteto de Liverpool.




Al igual que en la ya mencionada encuesta de “World Guitar Magazine” sobre los 100 temas con mejores solos de guitarra, tengo la sospecha que la localía de los Estados Unidos en este tipo de ranking tiene una influencia decisiva en los resultados.
Así, el tema elegido como el más grande de todas las épocas, sorpresivamente, fue “Like a rolling stone” de Bob Dylan. Hubiese sido el tema ganador si la RS fuese una revista británica?



Más allá de ubicaciones en los rankings, el tema de Dylan es un himno de la música universal. Pertenece al album “Highway 61 revisited” de 1965 que marcó el punto de quiebre entre el cantante folk con guitarra acústica y armónica y el nuevo cantante enarbolando una Fender eléctrica al frente de una banda de clásica instrumentación rock.
Es además una de las tantas gloriosas letras que Dylan ha escrito a lo largo de su maravillosa carrera.


Like A Rolling Stone:
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime,
didn't you?
People'd call, say,
"Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

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