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Mostrando entradas con la etiqueta Bob Dylan. Mostrar todas las entradas
1.4.25
19.5.13
I want you - Bob Dylan
I want you - Bob Dylan
The guilty undertaker sighs, the lonely organ grinder cries, the silver saxophones say i should refuse you. the cracked bells and washed-out horns blow into my face with scorn, but it's not that way, i wasn't born to lose you. i want you, i want you, i want you so bad, honey, i want you. The drunken politician leaps upon the street where mothers weep and the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you. and i wait for them to interrupt me drinkin' from my broken cup and ask me to open up the gate for you. i want you, i want you, i want you so bad, honey, i want you. Now all my fathers, they've gone down, true love they've been without it. but all their daughters put me down 'cause i don't think about it. Well, i return to the queen of spades and talk with my chambermaid. she knows that i'm not afraid to look at her. she is good to me and there's nothing she doesn't see. she knows where i'd like to be but it doesn't matter. i want you, i want you, i want you so bad, honey, i want you. Now your dancing child with his chinese suit, he spoke to me, i took his flute. no, i wasn't very cute to him, was i? but i did it, though, because he lied because he took you for a ride and because time was on his side and because i ... i want you, i want you, i want you so bad, honey, i want you. El sepulturero culpable suspira, El organillero solitario llora, Los saxofones plateados dicen que debería rechazarte, Las campanas agrietadas y cuernos lavados soplan en mi cara con desprecio, Pero no es así, no nací para perderte. Te deseo, te deseo,
Te deseo tanto,
Cariño, te deseo.
Los políticos borrachos saltan sobre las calles en las que las madres lloran,
Y los salvadores profundamente dormidos esperan por ti,
Y los espero para que me interrumpan de beber de mi copa rota y me pidan que abra la puerta para ti.
Te deseo, te deseo,
Te deseo tanto,
Cariño, te deseo.
¿Cómo todos los padres se han ido hacia abajo?,
Han estado sin el amor verdadero,
Pero todas sus hijas me bajaron,
Porque yo no pienso en eso.
Bueno, regrese a la “Reina de Espadas”,
Y hablo con mi camarera,
Ella sabe que no tengo miedo de mirar hacia ella,
Ella es buena para mí y no hay nada que ella no vea,
Ella sabe dónde me gustaría estar, pero no importa.
Te deseo, te deseo,
Te deseo tanto,
Cariño, te deseo.
Ahora, tu chico bailarín con su traje chino,
Me habló, tomé su flauta,
No, no fui tan lindo con él, ¿o sí?,
Pero lo hice, sin embargo, porque mintió,
Porque te llevó a dar un paseo,
Y porque el tiempo estaba de su lado,
Y porque yo…
Te deseo, te deseo,
Te deseo tanto,
Cariño, te deseo.
The guilty undertaker sighs, the lonely organ grinder cries, the silver saxophones say i should refuse you. the cracked bells and washed-out horns blow into my face with scorn, but it's not that way, i wasn't born to lose you. i want you, i want you, i want you so bad, honey, i want you. The drunken politician leaps upon the street where mothers weep and the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you. and i wait for them to interrupt me drinkin' from my broken cup and ask me to open up the gate for you. i want you, i want you, i want you so bad, honey, i want you. Now all my fathers, they've gone down, true love they've been without it. but all their daughters put me down 'cause i don't think about it. Well, i return to the queen of spades and talk with my chambermaid. she knows that i'm not afraid to look at her. she is good to me and there's nothing she doesn't see. she knows where i'd like to be but it doesn't matter. i want you, i want you, i want you so bad, honey, i want you. Now your dancing child with his chinese suit, he spoke to me, i took his flute. no, i wasn't very cute to him, was i? but i did it, though, because he lied because he took you for a ride and because time was on his side and because i ... i want you, i want you, i want you so bad, honey, i want you. El sepulturero culpable suspira, El organillero solitario llora, Los saxofones plateados dicen que debería rechazarte, Las campanas agrietadas y cuernos lavados soplan en mi cara con desprecio, Pero no es así, no nací para perderte. Te deseo, te deseo,
Te deseo tanto,
Cariño, te deseo.
Los políticos borrachos saltan sobre las calles en las que las madres lloran,
Y los salvadores profundamente dormidos esperan por ti,
Y los espero para que me interrumpan de beber de mi copa rota y me pidan que abra la puerta para ti.
Te deseo, te deseo,
Te deseo tanto,
Cariño, te deseo.
¿Cómo todos los padres se han ido hacia abajo?,
Han estado sin el amor verdadero,
Pero todas sus hijas me bajaron,
Porque yo no pienso en eso.
Bueno, regrese a la “Reina de Espadas”,
Y hablo con mi camarera,
Ella sabe que no tengo miedo de mirar hacia ella,
Ella es buena para mí y no hay nada que ella no vea,
Ella sabe dónde me gustaría estar, pero no importa.
Te deseo, te deseo,
Te deseo tanto,
Cariño, te deseo.
Ahora, tu chico bailarín con su traje chino,
Me habló, tomé su flauta,
No, no fui tan lindo con él, ¿o sí?,
Pero lo hice, sin embargo, porque mintió,
Porque te llevó a dar un paseo,
Y porque el tiempo estaba de su lado,
Y porque yo…
Te deseo, te deseo,
Te deseo tanto,
Cariño, te deseo.
23.4.13
Man gave names to all the animals - bob dylan
Man gave names to all the animals - bob dylan
Man gave names to all the animals
in the beginning, in the beginning.
man gave names to all the animals
in the beginning, long time ago.
He saw an animal that liked to growl,
big furry paws and he liked to howl,
great big furry back and furry hair.
"ah, think i'll call it a bear."
Man gave names to all the animals
in the beginning, in the beginning.
man gave names to all the animals
in the beginning, long time ago.
He saw an animal up on a hill
chewing up so much grass until she was filled.
he saw milk comin' out but he didn't know how.
"ah, think i'll call it a cow."
Man gave names to all the animals
in the beginning, in the beginning.
man gave names to all the animals
in the beginning, long time ago.
He saw an animal that liked to snort,
horns on his head and they weren't too short.
it looked like there wasn't nothin' that he couldn't pull.
"ah, think i'll call it a bull."
Man gave names to all the animals
in the beginning, in the beginning.
man gave names to all the animals
in the beginning, long time ago.
He saw an animal leavin' a muddy trail,
real dirty face and a curly tail.
he wasn't too small and he wasn't too big.
"ah, think i'll call it a pig."
Man gave names to all the animals
in the beginning, in the beginning.
man gave names to all the animals
in the beginning, long time ago.
Next animal that he did meet
had wool on his back and hooves on his feet,
eating grass on a mountainside so steep.
"ah, think i'll call it a sheep."
Man gave names to all the animals
in the beginning, in the beginning.
man gave names to all the animals
in the beginning, long time ago.
He saw an animal as smooth as glass
slithering his way through the grass.
saw him disappear by a tree near a lake . . .
Man gave names to all the animals
in the beginning, in the beginning.
man gave names to all the animals
in the beginning, long time ago.
He saw an animal that liked to growl,
big furry paws and he liked to howl,
great big furry back and furry hair.
"ah, think i'll call it a bear."
Man gave names to all the animals
in the beginning, in the beginning.
man gave names to all the animals
in the beginning, long time ago.
He saw an animal up on a hill
chewing up so much grass until she was filled.
he saw milk comin' out but he didn't know how.
"ah, think i'll call it a cow."
Man gave names to all the animals
in the beginning, in the beginning.
man gave names to all the animals
in the beginning, long time ago.
He saw an animal that liked to snort,
horns on his head and they weren't too short.
it looked like there wasn't nothin' that he couldn't pull.
"ah, think i'll call it a bull."
Man gave names to all the animals
in the beginning, in the beginning.
man gave names to all the animals
in the beginning, long time ago.
He saw an animal leavin' a muddy trail,
real dirty face and a curly tail.
he wasn't too small and he wasn't too big.
"ah, think i'll call it a pig."
Man gave names to all the animals
in the beginning, in the beginning.
man gave names to all the animals
in the beginning, long time ago.
Next animal that he did meet
had wool on his back and hooves on his feet,
eating grass on a mountainside so steep.
"ah, think i'll call it a sheep."
Man gave names to all the animals
in the beginning, in the beginning.
man gave names to all the animals
in the beginning, long time ago.
He saw an animal as smooth as glass
slithering his way through the grass.
saw him disappear by a tree near a lake . . .
24.1.13
18.6.11
Thunder on the mountain- Bob Dylan
Thunder on the mountain- Bob Dylan
Thunder on the mountain, and there´s fires on the moon
A ruckus in the alley and the sun will be here soon
Today´s the day, where I´m gonna grab my trombone and blow
Well, there´s hot stuff here and it´s everywhere I go
I was thinking about Alicia Keys, couldn´t keep from crying
When she was born in Hell´s Kitchen, I was living down the line
I´m wondering where in the world Alicia Keys could be
I been looking for her even clear through Tennessee
Feel like my soul is beginning to expand
Look into my heart and you will sort of understand
You brought me here, now you´re trying to turn me away
The writing on the wall, come read it, come see what it does say
Thunder on the mountain, rolling like a drum
Going to sleep over there, that´s where the music is coming from
I don´t need any guide, I already know the way
Remember this, I´m your servant both night and day
The pistols are popping and the power is down
I´d like to try something but I´m so far from town
The sun keeps shining and the North Wind keeps picking up speed
Gonna forget about myself for a while, gonna go out and see what others need
I´ve been sitting down studying the art of love
I think it will fit me like a glove
I want some real good woman to do just what I say
Everybody got to wonder what´s the matter with this cruel world today
Thunder on the mountain rolling to the ground
Gonna get up in the morning walk the hard road down
Some sweet day I´ll stand beside my King
I wouldn´t betray your love or any other thing
Gonna raise me an army, some tough sons of bitches
I´ll recruit my army from the orphanages
I been to St. Herman´s church, said my religious vows
As I´ve sucked the milk out of a thousand cows
I´ve got the pork chops, she´s got the pie
She ain´t no angel and neither am I
Shame on your greed, shame on your wicked schemes
I´ll say this, I don´t give a damn about your dreams
Thunder on the mountain heavy as can be
Mean old twister bearing down on me
All the ladies in Washington scrambling to get out of town
Looks like something bad is going to happen, better roll your airplane down
Everybody going and I want to go too
Don´t wanna take a chance with somebody new
I did all I could, I did it right there and then
I´ve already confessed, no need to confess again
Gonna make a lot of money, gonna go up North
I´ll plant and I´ll harvest what the earth brings forth
The hammer´s on the table, the pitchfork´s on the shelf
For the love of God, you ought to take pity on yourself.
Tormenta en la montaña, y no hay incendios en la luna Un alboroto en el callejón y el sol no tardará en llegar Hoy es el día, cuando voy a agarrar mi trombón y golpe Bueno, hay cosas en caliente y es aquí donde quiera que vaya. Estaba pensando en Alicia Keys, no podía dejar de llorar Cuando ella nació en Hell's Kitchen, yo estaba viviendo en la línea Me pregunto si en el mundo de Alicia Keys podría ser He estado buscando a su claro ni siquiera a través de Tennessee. Siento que mi alma está empezando a ampliar Mira en mi corazón y trata de comprender Tú me trajiste aquí, ahora estás tratando de darme vuelta lejos La escritura en la pared, ven a leerlo, ven a ver lo que dice. Tormenta en la montaña, rodando como un tambor De ir a dormir allí, que es de donde la música viene Yo no necesito ninguna guía, ya sé el camino Recuerda esto, yo soy tu siervo de noche y de día. Las pistolas están apareciendo y el poder se ha reducido Me gustaría intentar algo, pero estoy tan lejos de la ciudad El sol sigue brillando y el viento del norte sigue cobrando velocidad Que va a olvidar de mí mismo por un tiempo, que va a salir y ver lo que otros necesitan. He estado sentado estudiando el arte del amor Creo que me quedaba como un guante Quiero una mujer realmente buena para hacer precisamente lo que yo digo Todo el mundo tiene que preguntarse qué le pasa a este mundo cruel de hoy. Tormenta en la montaña rodando al suelo Que va a levantarse en la mañana a pie el duro camino hacia abajo Algunos dulces días junto a mi Rey Yo no iba a entregar su amor o cualquier otra cosa. Me va a plantear un ejército, algunos hijos de puta duro Voy a reclutar a mi ejército de los orfanatos He estado en la iglesia de St. Herman's, dijo mi votos religiosos, Como he chupado la leche de mil vacas. Tengo las chuletas de cerdo, ella tiene el pastel Ella no es ningún ángel, y yo tampoco La vergüenza en su codicia, la vergüenza en su planes malvados Voy a decir esto, no me importa un bledo sus sueños. Tormenta en la montaña pesados como pueden ser La media de edad Twister teniendo sobre mí Todas las damas en Washington, luchando para salir de la ciudad Parece que algo malo va a pasar, mejor rollo de su avión hacia abajo. Todo el mundo va y yo también quiero ir No quiero tener una oportunidad con alguien nuevo Hice todo lo que pude, lo hice allí mismo y luego Ya he confesado, no hay necesidad de confesar de nuevo. Voy a hacer un montón de dinero, que va a ir al Norte Voy a la planta y voy a cosechar lo que la tierra da a luz El martillo sobre la mesa, la horquilla en la plataforma Por el amor de Dios, que debería tener piedad de ti mismo.
29.7.10
Bob Dylan en Hurricane
Bob Dylan en Hurricane
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
enter patty valentine from the upper hall.
she sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
cries out, "my god, they killed them all!"
here comes the story of the hurricane,
the man the authorities came to blame
for somethin' that he never done.
put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
the champion of the world.
Three bodies lyin' there does patty see
and another man named bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"i didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"i was only robbin' the register, i hope you understand.
i saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"one of us had better call up the cops."
and so patty calls the cops
and they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
in the hot new jersey night.
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
rubin carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
number one contender for the middleweight crown
had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
when a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
just like the time before and the time before that.
in paterson that's just the way things go.
if you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'less you wanna draw the heat.
Alfred bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
him and arthur dexter bradley were just out prowlin' around
he said, "i saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
they jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
and miss patty valentine just nodded her head.
cop said, "wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
so they took him to the infirmary
and though this man could hardly see
they told him that he could identify the guilty men.
Four in the mornin' and they haul rubin in,
take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
the wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
says, "wha'd you bring him in here for? he ain't the guy!"
yes, here's the story of the hurricane,
the man the authorities came to blame
for somethin' that he never done.
put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
the champion of the world.
Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
rubin's in south america, fightin' for his name
while arthur dexter bradley's still in the robbery game
and the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"you think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"don't forget that you are white."
Arthur dexter bradley said, "i'm really not sure."
cops said, "a poor boy like you could use a break
we got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend bello
now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
you'll be doin' society a favor.
that sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
we want to put his ass in stir
we want to pin this triple murder on him
he ain't no gentleman jim."
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
but he never did like to talk about it all that much.
it's my work, he'd say, and i do it for pay
and when it's over i'd just as soon go on my way
up to some paradise
where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
and ride a horse along a trail.
but then they took him to the jailhouse
where they try to turn a man into a mouse.
All of rubin's cards were marked in advance
the trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
the judge made rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
to the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
and to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
no one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
and though they could not produce the gun,
the d.a. said he was the one who did the deed
and the all-white jury agreed.
Rubin carter was falsely tried.
the crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
bello and bradley and they both baldly lied
and the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
how can the life of such a man
be in the palm of some fool's hand?
to see him obviously framed
couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
where justice is a game.
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
while rubin sits like buddha in a ten-foot cell
an innocent man in a living hell.
that's the story of the hurricane,
but it won't be over till they clear his name
and give him back the time he's done.
put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
the champion of the world.
Disparos de pistola resuenan en la noche en el bar
Llega Patty Valentine desde el piso de arriba
Ve al encargado en un charco de sangre
Grita: “¡Dios mío, los han matado a todos!”
Aquí viene la historia del Huracán.
El hombre al que las autoridades culparon
De algo que nunca hizo
Lo pusieron en una celda de prisión, pero él pudo haber sido
el campeón del mundo.
Tres cuerpos allí tirados Patty ve
a otro hombre llamado Bello, andando por allí misteriosamente
“yo no lo hice”, dice él y levanta las manos
“estaba solamente robando la caja, espero que me comprendan
los vi irse” dice, y se detiene
“uno de nosotros mejor llama a la poli" y ellos entran en escena
con sus luces rojas centelleando
en la caliente noche de New Jersey.
Mientras tanto, muy lejos, en otra parte de la ciudad
Rubin Carter y un par de amigos van conduciendo por allí
El contendiente número uno para la corona de los pesos medios
No tenía ni idea de la clase de mierda que le iba a caer
Cuando un poli lo empujó a un lado del camino
Como la vez anterior y la vez anterior a esa
En Paterson así es como son las cosas
Si eres negro es mejor que no salgas a la calle
A menos que quieras caldear el ambiente.
A menos que quieras caldear el ambiente.
Alfred Bello tenía un socio y éste tenía un soplo para la pasma
El y Arthur Dexter Bradley habían salido para merodear
Dijo: “Vi a dos hombres huyendo, parecían pesos medios
Saltaron a un auto blanco con matrícula de otro estado”
Y la Srta. Patty Valentine simplemente asintió con la cabeza
El poli dijo: “Esperen un momento muchachos, este todavía no está muerto”
Así que lo llevaron al hospital
Y aunque este hombre apenas podía ver
Le dijeron que él podía identificar a los culpables.
Cuatro de la mañana y traen arrastrando a Rubin
Lo traen al hospital y lo llevan escaleras arriba
El hombre herido lo mira a través de su ojo moribundo
Dice: “¿Para qué lo traen?, este no es el tipo”
Sí, esta es la historia de Huracán
El hombre al que las autoridades culparon
De algo que nunca hizo
Lo pusieron en una celda de prisión, pero él pudo haber sido
El campeón del mundo.
Cuatro meses después, los ghettos están ardiendo
Rubin está en Sudamérica, peleando por su nombre
Mientras Arthur Dexter Bradley todavía está en el negocio del robo
Y la pasma le está apretando, buscan a alguien a quién culpar
“¿Recuerdas aquél asesinato en el bar?”
“¿Recuerdas que dijiste haber visto el coche en la huída?”
“¿Piensas que te gustaría jugar a la pelota con la ley?”
“¿Crees que pudo haber sido aquél boxeador el que viste huir aquella noche?”
“No olvides que eres blanco”
Arthur Dexter Bradley dijo: “Realmente no estoy seguro”
“Los polis dijeron: “A un pobre chico como tu le vendría muy bien una oportunidad”
Te tenemos por el trabajo del Motel y estamos hablando con tu amigo Bello
No querrás volver a la cárcel, así que sé buen chico
Le harás un favor a la sociedad
El hijo de puta es bravo y se pone más bravo
Queremos moverle el culo
Queremos clavarle este triple asesinato a él
El no es “Gentleman Jim”.
Rubin podía noquear a un hombre con un solo golpe
Pero a él no le gustó hablar mucho de eso
“Es mi trabajo”, decía, “y lo hago por dinero
Y en cuanto termino en seguida me pongo en marcha
A un paraíso donde fluye la corriente y las truchas y el aire es delicioso
Y doy un paseo a caballo por el campo”
Pero entonces lo llevaron a la cárcel
Donde intentan trasformar un hombre en un ratón.
Todas las cartas de Rubin estaban marcadas de antemano
El juicio fue un circo de cerdos, él nunca tuvo una oportunidad
El juez hizo aparecer a los testigos de Rubin como borrachines de los bajos fondos
Para la gente blanca que miraba él era un vago revolucionario
Y para la gente de color él era solamente un negro loco
Nadie dudó de que él había apretado el gatillo
Y aunque no pudieron presentar el arma
El D. A. (Fiscal del distrito) dijo que él era el autor del hecho
Y el jurado de blancos estuvo de acuerdo.
Rubin Carter fue falsamente enjuiciado
El crimen fue asesinato en primer grado, ¿adivinan quién testificó?
Bello y Bradley y los dos mintieron descaradamente
Y los periódicos, siguieron todos la corriente
¿Cómo puede la vida de un hombre como ese estar en la palma de la
mano de algún truhán?
Verlo tan obviamente entrampado
No puedo evitar avergonzarme de vivir en un país
Donde la justicia es un juego.
Ahora todos los criminales con sus trajes y corbatas
Están libres para beber martinis y mirar el amanecer
Mientras Rubin se sienta como Buda en una celda de diez pies
Un hombre inocente en un infierno viviente
Esa es la historia de el Huracán
Pero no terminará hasta que limpien su nombre
Y le devuelvan el tiempo que ha cumplido
Lo pusieron en la celda de una prisión, pero una vez pudo haber sido
El campeón del mundo.
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
enter patty valentine from the upper hall.
she sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
cries out, "my god, they killed them all!"
here comes the story of the hurricane,
the man the authorities came to blame
for somethin' that he never done.
put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
the champion of the world.
Three bodies lyin' there does patty see
and another man named bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"i didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"i was only robbin' the register, i hope you understand.
i saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"one of us had better call up the cops."
and so patty calls the cops
and they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
in the hot new jersey night.
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
rubin carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
number one contender for the middleweight crown
had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
when a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
just like the time before and the time before that.
in paterson that's just the way things go.
if you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'less you wanna draw the heat.
Alfred bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
him and arthur dexter bradley were just out prowlin' around
he said, "i saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
they jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
and miss patty valentine just nodded her head.
cop said, "wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
so they took him to the infirmary
and though this man could hardly see
they told him that he could identify the guilty men.
Four in the mornin' and they haul rubin in,
take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
the wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
says, "wha'd you bring him in here for? he ain't the guy!"
yes, here's the story of the hurricane,
the man the authorities came to blame
for somethin' that he never done.
put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
the champion of the world.
Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
rubin's in south america, fightin' for his name
while arthur dexter bradley's still in the robbery game
and the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"you think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"don't forget that you are white."
Arthur dexter bradley said, "i'm really not sure."
cops said, "a poor boy like you could use a break
we got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend bello
now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
you'll be doin' society a favor.
that sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
we want to put his ass in stir
we want to pin this triple murder on him
he ain't no gentleman jim."
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
but he never did like to talk about it all that much.
it's my work, he'd say, and i do it for pay
and when it's over i'd just as soon go on my way
up to some paradise
where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
and ride a horse along a trail.
but then they took him to the jailhouse
where they try to turn a man into a mouse.
All of rubin's cards were marked in advance
the trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
the judge made rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
to the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
and to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
no one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
and though they could not produce the gun,
the d.a. said he was the one who did the deed
and the all-white jury agreed.
Rubin carter was falsely tried.
the crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
bello and bradley and they both baldly lied
and the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
how can the life of such a man
be in the palm of some fool's hand?
to see him obviously framed
couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
where justice is a game.
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
while rubin sits like buddha in a ten-foot cell
an innocent man in a living hell.
that's the story of the hurricane,
but it won't be over till they clear his name
and give him back the time he's done.
put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
the champion of the world.
Disparos de pistola resuenan en la noche en el bar
Llega Patty Valentine desde el piso de arriba
Ve al encargado en un charco de sangre
Grita: “¡Dios mío, los han matado a todos!”
Aquí viene la historia del Huracán.
El hombre al que las autoridades culparon
De algo que nunca hizo
Lo pusieron en una celda de prisión, pero él pudo haber sido
el campeón del mundo.
Tres cuerpos allí tirados Patty ve
a otro hombre llamado Bello, andando por allí misteriosamente
“yo no lo hice”, dice él y levanta las manos
“estaba solamente robando la caja, espero que me comprendan
los vi irse” dice, y se detiene
“uno de nosotros mejor llama a la poli" y ellos entran en escena
con sus luces rojas centelleando
en la caliente noche de New Jersey.
Mientras tanto, muy lejos, en otra parte de la ciudad
Rubin Carter y un par de amigos van conduciendo por allí
El contendiente número uno para la corona de los pesos medios
No tenía ni idea de la clase de mierda que le iba a caer
Cuando un poli lo empujó a un lado del camino
Como la vez anterior y la vez anterior a esa
En Paterson así es como son las cosas
Si eres negro es mejor que no salgas a la calle
A menos que quieras caldear el ambiente.
A menos que quieras caldear el ambiente.
Alfred Bello tenía un socio y éste tenía un soplo para la pasma
El y Arthur Dexter Bradley habían salido para merodear
Dijo: “Vi a dos hombres huyendo, parecían pesos medios
Saltaron a un auto blanco con matrícula de otro estado”
Y la Srta. Patty Valentine simplemente asintió con la cabeza
El poli dijo: “Esperen un momento muchachos, este todavía no está muerto”
Así que lo llevaron al hospital
Y aunque este hombre apenas podía ver
Le dijeron que él podía identificar a los culpables.
Cuatro de la mañana y traen arrastrando a Rubin
Lo traen al hospital y lo llevan escaleras arriba
El hombre herido lo mira a través de su ojo moribundo
Dice: “¿Para qué lo traen?, este no es el tipo”
Sí, esta es la historia de Huracán
El hombre al que las autoridades culparon
De algo que nunca hizo
Lo pusieron en una celda de prisión, pero él pudo haber sido
El campeón del mundo.
Cuatro meses después, los ghettos están ardiendo
Rubin está en Sudamérica, peleando por su nombre
Mientras Arthur Dexter Bradley todavía está en el negocio del robo
Y la pasma le está apretando, buscan a alguien a quién culpar
“¿Recuerdas aquél asesinato en el bar?”
“¿Recuerdas que dijiste haber visto el coche en la huída?”
“¿Piensas que te gustaría jugar a la pelota con la ley?”
“¿Crees que pudo haber sido aquél boxeador el que viste huir aquella noche?”
“No olvides que eres blanco”
Arthur Dexter Bradley dijo: “Realmente no estoy seguro”
“Los polis dijeron: “A un pobre chico como tu le vendría muy bien una oportunidad”
Te tenemos por el trabajo del Motel y estamos hablando con tu amigo Bello
No querrás volver a la cárcel, así que sé buen chico
Le harás un favor a la sociedad
El hijo de puta es bravo y se pone más bravo
Queremos moverle el culo
Queremos clavarle este triple asesinato a él
El no es “Gentleman Jim”.
Rubin podía noquear a un hombre con un solo golpe
Pero a él no le gustó hablar mucho de eso
“Es mi trabajo”, decía, “y lo hago por dinero
Y en cuanto termino en seguida me pongo en marcha
A un paraíso donde fluye la corriente y las truchas y el aire es delicioso
Y doy un paseo a caballo por el campo”
Pero entonces lo llevaron a la cárcel
Donde intentan trasformar un hombre en un ratón.
Todas las cartas de Rubin estaban marcadas de antemano
El juicio fue un circo de cerdos, él nunca tuvo una oportunidad
El juez hizo aparecer a los testigos de Rubin como borrachines de los bajos fondos
Para la gente blanca que miraba él era un vago revolucionario
Y para la gente de color él era solamente un negro loco
Nadie dudó de que él había apretado el gatillo
Y aunque no pudieron presentar el arma
El D. A. (Fiscal del distrito) dijo que él era el autor del hecho
Y el jurado de blancos estuvo de acuerdo.
Rubin Carter fue falsamente enjuiciado
El crimen fue asesinato en primer grado, ¿adivinan quién testificó?
Bello y Bradley y los dos mintieron descaradamente
Y los periódicos, siguieron todos la corriente
¿Cómo puede la vida de un hombre como ese estar en la palma de la
mano de algún truhán?
Verlo tan obviamente entrampado
No puedo evitar avergonzarme de vivir en un país
Donde la justicia es un juego.
Ahora todos los criminales con sus trajes y corbatas
Están libres para beber martinis y mirar el amanecer
Mientras Rubin se sienta como Buda en una celda de diez pies
Un hombre inocente en un infierno viviente
Esa es la historia de el Huracán
Pero no terminará hasta que limpien su nombre
Y le devuelvan el tiempo que ha cumplido
Lo pusieron en la celda de una prisión, pero una vez pudo haber sido
El campeón del mundo.
7.11.09
Blowin' in the Wind - Bob Dylan 1963
Blowin' in the Wind - Bob Dylan 1963
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, n how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, n how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before theyre forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind,
The answer is blowin in the wind.
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, n how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, n how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind,
The answer is blowin in the wind.
How many years can a mountain exist
Before its washed to the sea?
Yes, n how many years can some people exist
Before theyre allowed to be free?
Yes, n how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesnt see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind,
The answer is blowin in the wind.
Soplando En El Viento
¿Cuántas carreteras debe un hombre caminar,
antes de que le llamen hombre?
¿Cuántos mares debe una paloma navegar,
antes de que se duerma en la arena?
¿Cuánto tiempo deben las bolas de cañon volar,
antes de estar prohibidas para siempre?
La respuesta, amigo mio, está soplando en el viento
la respuesta está soplando en el viento.
¿Cuántos años debe una montaña existir,
antes de que sea bañada por el mar?
¿Cuántos años pueden algunas personas existir,
antes de que sean libres?
¿Cuántas veces puede un hombre girar su cabeza,
y fingir que no te ha visto?
La respuesta, amigo mio, está en el viento
la respuesta está en el viento.
¿Cuántas veces debe un hombre mejorar,
antes de que pueda ver el cielo?
¿Cuántos años debe un hombre tener,
antes de que pueda escuchar a la gente llorar?
¿Cuántas muertes cometerá hasta que sepa
que mucha gente ha muerto?
La respuesta, amigo mio, está en el viento
la respuesta está soplando en el viento.
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, n how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, n how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before theyre forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind,
The answer is blowin in the wind.
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, n how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, n how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind,
The answer is blowin in the wind.
How many years can a mountain exist
Before its washed to the sea?
Yes, n how many years can some people exist
Before theyre allowed to be free?
Yes, n how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesnt see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind,
The answer is blowin in the wind.
Soplando En El Viento
¿Cuántas carreteras debe un hombre caminar,
antes de que le llamen hombre?
¿Cuántos mares debe una paloma navegar,
antes de que se duerma en la arena?
¿Cuánto tiempo deben las bolas de cañon volar,
antes de estar prohibidas para siempre?
La respuesta, amigo mio, está soplando en el viento
la respuesta está soplando en el viento.
¿Cuántos años debe una montaña existir,
antes de que sea bañada por el mar?
¿Cuántos años pueden algunas personas existir,
antes de que sean libres?
¿Cuántas veces puede un hombre girar su cabeza,
y fingir que no te ha visto?
La respuesta, amigo mio, está en el viento
la respuesta está en el viento.
¿Cuántas veces debe un hombre mejorar,
antes de que pueda ver el cielo?
¿Cuántos años debe un hombre tener,
antes de que pueda escuchar a la gente llorar?
¿Cuántas muertes cometerá hasta que sepa
que mucha gente ha muerto?
La respuesta, amigo mio, está en el viento
la respuesta está soplando en el viento.
26.5.09
Like a rolling stone -Bob Dylan 1965
Like a rolling stone - Bob dylan
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didnt you?
Peopled call, say, beware doll, youre bound to fall
You thought they were all kiddin you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin out
Now you dont talk so loud
Now you dont 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?
Youve 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 youre gonna have to get used to it
You said youd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
Hes 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 aint no good
You shouldnt 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
Aint it hard when you discover that
He really wasnt where its 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
Theyre drinkin, thinkin that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But youd better lift your diamond ring, youd 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 cant refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
Youre 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?
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didnt you?
Peopled call, say, beware doll, youre bound to fall
You thought they were all kiddin you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin out
Now you dont talk so loud
Now you dont 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?
Youve 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 youre gonna have to get used to it
You said youd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
Hes 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 aint no good
You shouldnt 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
Aint it hard when you discover that
He really wasnt where its 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
Theyre drinkin, thinkin that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But youd better lift your diamond ring, youd 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 cant refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
Youre 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?
1.1.07
Knockin On Heavens Door - Bob Dylan
Knockin On Heavens Door - Bob Dylan
mama, deja mi rifle en el suelo, ya no puedo dispara a nadie; esa nube negra me nubla, siento como si tocara las puertas del cielo...
Mama, take this badge off of me
I can't use it anymore.
It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore.
That long black cloud is comin' down
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
mama, deja mi rifle en el suelo, ya no puedo dispara a nadie; esa nube negra me nubla, siento como si tocara las puertas del cielo...
Mama, take this badge off of me
I can't use it anymore.
It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore.
That long black cloud is comin' down
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
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