Una fría aguja

Hoy propongo una canción triste, de un músico algo menos conocido de lo que acostumbro a traer por aquí, pero no por ello menos valioso. Se trata del escocés Bert Jansch. Como puede leerse en la wikipedia, está en la línea de otros grandes músicos como Nick Drake o Donovan y coincido plenamente con la apreciación de Jimmy Page sobre su primer disco; "At one point, I was absolutely obsessed with Bert Jansch. When I first heard that LP [1965], I couldn't believe it. It was so far ahead of what everyone else was doing. No one in America could touch that." Gran ejemplo de su maestría con la guitarra es su versión de Angie, que posteriormente grabarían Simon & Garfunkel.

Bert Jansch - The Needle of Death

When sadness fills your heart

And sorrow hides the longing to be free

When things go wrong each day

You fix your mind to 'scape your misery

Your troubled young life

Had made you turn

To a needle of death

How strange, your happy words

Have ceased to bring a smile from everyone

How tears have filled the eyes

Of friends that you once had walked among

Your troubled young life

Had made you turn

To a needle of death

One grain of pure white snow

Dissolved in blood spread quickly to your brain

In peace your mind withdraws

Your death so near your soul can't feel no pain

Your troubled young life

Had made you turn

To a needle of death

Your mother stands a'cryin'

While to the earth your body's slowly cast

Your father stands in silence

Caressing every young dream of the past

Your troubled young life

Had made you turn

To a needle of death

Through ages, man's desires

To free his mind, to release his very soul

Has proved to all who live

That death itself is freedom for evermore

And your troubled young life

Will make you turn

To a needle of death