Aguas claras

Creedence Clearwater Revival fue otro de los grandes grupos de los 60. Formado por John Fogerty, Tom Fogerty, Stu Cook y Doug Clifford; la banda obtuvo gran éxito con clásicos como Proud Mary o Fortunate Son (que tal vez les suene de la película Forrest Gump). Aquí dejo dos de sus grandes canciones.

Creedence Clearwater Revival - I Put a Spell on You

I put a spell on you, because you're mine

You better stop the things that you're doin'

I said, "Watch out, I ain't lyin'", yeah

I ain't gonna take none of your, foolin' around

I ain't gonna take none of your, puttin' me down

I put a spell on you because you're mine, all right

Have You Ever Seen the Rain?

Creedence Clearwater Revival

Someone told me long ago theres a calm before the storm,

I know; its been comin for some time.

When its over, so they say, itll rain a sunny day,

I know; shinin down like water.

Chorus:

I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?

I want to know, have you ever seen the rain

Comin down on a sunny day?

Yesterday, and days before, sun is cold and rain is hard,

I know; been that way for all my time.

til forever, on it goes through the circle, fast and slow,

I know; it cant stop, I wonder.

Un poco de todo

No me acusarán de no ser variado, y no digo nada más (excepto que honor al traductor que nos ayude)

El vídeo lo encontré en Microsiervos

Un poco de country para Lucy

Les comunico que nuestra querida Émera se queja de la poca atención que he dedicado a su nueva y flamante entrada. Así que, para honrar a su recién entrada etiqueta (y ésta sí necesaria), aquí les traigo una rápida selección de country.

Uno de mis artistas country favoritos es Hank Williams y, como tantas otras veces, no he podido encontrar la canción que más me gusta (¡apareció!). Traten de escucharla, porque realmente es conmovedora (para seres no metálicos). Y dice así:

(Last Night) I Heard You Crying In Your Sleep

Hank Williams

I know you tried your best to love me

You smiled when your heart told you to weep

You tried to pretend that you were happy

But last night I heard you crying in your sleep

You gave the best years of your life dear

And each precious vow you tried to keep

I love you so much I want you happy

But last night I heard you crying in your sleep

Your heart is yearning for an old love

With new love it’s useless to compete

It hurts me to know you are unhappy

But last night I heard you crying in your sleep

You know that you are free to go dear

And don’t mind if I start to weep

I know I can never make you happy

Cause last night I heard you crying in your sleep

Pero el viejo Hank da para mucho más. -Permitanme que no ponga más letras en esta ocasión para hacer la entrada más manejable-. Estas son algunas otras de sus canciones, allí por el mundo youtube:

Long Gone Lonesome Blues

Hank Williams

Cold Cold Heart

Hank Williams

y, por supuesto, la mítica

Jambalaya

Hank Williams

Y, por dar un poco de diversidad a la entrada, no podía faltar la familia Carter, en esta ocasión con un

Keep On the Sunny Side

The Carter Family

Por último, quería compartir la versión de Bob Dylan de Man of Constant Sorrow ya que, según me parece, hace una de las mejores versiones del tema

¡Espero que les haya gustado mi entrada improvisada!

Yeeeeeeeeeeeehaaaa!!

He querido, en una sola entrada, presentaros a una cantante con una voz deliciosa, continuar con nuestra recién inaugurada sección de bandas sonoras, demostrarle a Cólin que hay canciones más tristes (y ya de paso ponerle nervioso creando dos etiquetas NUEVAS e INNECESARIAS de un tirón) e introduciros en el maravilloso mundo del Country. Para ello, os traigo dos canciones, más una bonus track. ¡No os quejaréis!.

La primera es de Alison Krauss, una cantante estadounidense que tuve el placer de conocer a través de la película "Oh Brother". No os voy a dejar un tema suyo de la película (aunque os recomiendo mucho la banda sonora) sino otra canción que he descubierto hace poco y que tiene letra de leyenda. Quizá esta chica os suene de los últimos Grammys ya que Robert Plant y ella arrasaron con su último disco juntos "Raising sand" llevándose 5 galardones. El disco, que también os recomiendo, lo podéis escuchar aquí.

Alison Krauss - Jacob's Dream

In the spring of 1856 with the snow still on the ground
Two little boys were lost in the mountains above the town
The father went out hunting the boys had stayed behind
While mother tended to her chores they wandered from her side

The two had gone to follow him and lost their way instead
By dusk the boys had not been found and fear had turned to dread
200 men had gathered there to comb the mountain side
The fires were built on the highest peak in hopes they'd see the light

Oh mommy and daddy why can't you hear our cries
The day is almost over, soon it will be night
We're so cold and hungry and our feet are tired and sore
We promise not to stray again from our cabin door

Now Jacob Diverd woke one night from a strange and erie dream
He saw a path between two hills near a dark and swollen stream
He told his wife he saw the boys huddled close beside a log
For two more nights the dream returned this vision sent from God

[...]

A thousand men had searched in vain the west side of pop's creek
But Jacob's wife knew of this place and said to travel east
With a guide to take him there, Jacob came upon the scene
And found the boys cold and still beneath the old birch tree

Oh mommy and daddy, look past the tears you cry
We're both up in Heaven now, God is by our side
As you lay us down to rest in the presence of the Lord
Know that we will meet you here at Heaven's door

No digáis que no es triste...¡poor little kids!



La segunda del día sí que pertenece a la grandiosa banda sonora de "Oh Brother", de hecho es el tema central, aunque está vez está interpretada por los "Soggy bottom boys" o como se llaman en realidad, "Union Station".

Union Station - Man Of Constant Sorrow

I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my days
I bid farewell to ol' Kentucky
The place where I was born and raised.
(The place where he was born and raised)

For six long years I've been in trouble,
No pleasure here on Earth I've found
For in this world, I'm bound to ramble,
I have no friends to help me now.
(He has no friends to help him now)

It's fair thee well, my old true lover,
I never expect to see you again.
For I'm bound to ride that Northern Railroad,
Perhaps I'll die upon this train
(Perhaps he'll die upon this train)

You can bury me in some deep valley,
For many years where I may lay.
And you may learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave.
(While he is sleeping in his grave)

Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
My face you never will see no more
But there is one promise that is given,
I'll meet you on God's golden shore
(He'll meet you on God's golden shore)

Pero, ¡qué ven mis ojos! ¿Quién toca el violín? Si señores, en este negocio todo el mundo se conoce.



¿A que no habéis podido evitar llevar el ritmo con los pies? ;-)

Para terminar sin salirnos del Country ni del las BSO, os dejo un agradable minitema instrumental de Gustavo Santaolalla que pertenece a la banda sonora de "Brokeback Mountain". Para los que no hayáis visto la peli aquí tenéis un resumen de 30 segundos para enteraros de qué va, aunque con lo controvertido del argumento sería difícil no hubiérais oído hablar de ella.



¡A disfrutarlo!

Don't let the tears linger on inside now

Para hoy había pensado un par de canciones, pero al ver la cantidad de letra que tiene la segunda, he desistido. El grupo no es nuevo en nuestro blag; ya Nach of the Valleys se había encargado de hacernos una magnífica presentación del tema Another Man's Woman, de Supertramp. Sin más os dejo con la estupenda canción, que igual sirve para subirle el ánimo a Lucy después de la anterior composición que les traje por aquí ;)

Supertramp - Hide in Your Shell

Hide in your shell 'cause the world is out to bleed you for a ride

What will you gain making your life a little longer?

Heaven or Hell, was the journey cold that gave you eyes of steel?

Sheltered behind, painting your mind and playing joker

Too frightening to listen to a stranger

Too beautiful to put your pride in danger

You're waiting for someone to understand you

But you've got demons in your closet

And you're screaming out to stop it

Saying life's begun to cheat you

Friends are out to beat you

Grab on to what you scramble for

Don't let the tears linger on inside now

'cause it's sure time you gained control

If I can help you, if I can help you

If I can help you, just let me know

Well, let me show you the nearest signpost

To get your heart back up on the road

If I can help you, if I can help you

If I can help you, just let me know

All through the night, as you lie awake and hold yourself so tight

What do you need, a second-hand movie-star to tend you?

I as a boy, I believed the saying the cure for pain was love

How would it be if you could see the world through my eyes?

Too frightening the fire's becoming colder

Too beautiful to think you're getting older

You're looking for someone to give an answer

What you see is just illusion

You're surrounded by confusion

Saying life's begun to cheat you

Friends are out to beat you

Grab on to what you can scramble for

Don't let the tears linger on inside now

Cause it's sure time you gained control

If I can help you, if I can help you

If I can help you, just let me know

Well let me show you the nearest signpost

To get your heart back and on the road

If I can help you, if I can help you

If I can help you, just let me know

I wanna know

I wanna know

I wanna know

I've got to know

I wanna know you

I wanna know you

Well let me know you

I wanna feel you

Oh I wanna touch you

Please let me near you, let me near you

Can you hear what I'm saying?

Well I'm hoping, I'm dreaming, I'm praying

I know what you're thinking

See what you're seeing

Never ever let yourself go

Hold yourself down, hold yourself down

Why would ya hold yourself down?

Why don't you listen, you can trust me

Only to easy

Don't go way through

A place there is no need to, to fill you

To feel that you bide alone

Oh, won't you hear me

I know exactly what you fear

Your lonely troubles are within you

so begin to

To see that I am bleeding too

Oh help me help you

Take it away

Help me help you

Why must we be so cool, oh so cool?

Oh, help me too

Disfruten de los dibujitos anime :D (es lo que tienen las reclamaciones de copyright)...

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

2 clásicos más a la saca

Pues eso, que hoy traigo dos canciones de todo menos "calentitas". La primera no la he encontrado en youtube, pero sí en la página -cada día mejor amiga mía- Grooveshark, donde se puede escuchar de forma completamente gratuita -y legal- un buen puñado de canciones. Ahí he encontrado varias que no están en youtube, lo cual es ya decir bastante.

La canción está cantada y compuesta por el famoso cantante folk Phil Ochs. Bueno, en realidad no tan famoso, pero tuvo su papel en la generación hippie, antes de que se suicidase con 36 años, sufriendo alcoholismo y trastorno bipolar. La canción la escuché en su recopilatorio There But For Fortune, y dice así (y la podéis escuchar aquí):

Phil Ochs - Changes

Sit by my side, come as close as the air,

Share in a memory of gray;

Wander in my words, dream about the pictures

That I play of changes.

Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall

To brown and to yellow they fade.

And then they have to die, trapped within

The circle time parade of changes.

Scenes of my young years were warm in my mind,

Visions of shadows that shine.

Til one day I returned and found they were the

Victims of the vines of changes.

The world’s spinning madly, it drifts in the dark

Swings through a hollow of haze,

A race around the stars, a journey through

The universe ablaze with changes.

Moments of magic will glow in the night

All fears of the forest are gone

But when the morning breaks they’re swept away by

Golden drops of dawn, of changes.

Passions will part to a strange melody.

As fires will sometimes burn cold.

Like petals in the wind, we’re puppets to the silver

Strings of souls, of changes.

Your tears will be trembling, now we’re somewhere else,

One last cup of wine we will pour

And I’ll kiss you one more time, and leave you on

The rolling river shores of changes.

Sit by my side, come as close as the air,

Share in a memory of gray;

Wander in my words, dream about the pictures

That I play of changes.

El caso es que escribiendo esto, me ha venido a la cabeza la genial Eve of Destrucion, de P.F.Sloan, un inmortal canto antibelicista que no me resisto a compartir con todos ustedes. (La otra canción esperará a su momento). La versión que más me gusta es la que interpreta Barry McGuire y que sí está en youtube (aunque no a gran calidad). Notad la fuerza de la interpretación, así como de toda la letra, e incluso de sus palabras una a una, cada una como un puño -puños que tristemente nunca sirvieron de gran cosa.

P.F.Sloan (interpreta Barry McGuire) - Eve of Destruction

The eastern world, it is exploding

Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’

You’re old enough to kill, but not for votin’

You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re totin’

And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin’

But you tell me

Over and over and over again, my friend

Ah, you don’t believe

We’re on the eve

of destruction.

Don’t you understand what I’m tryin’ to say

Can’t you feel the fears I’m feelin’ today?

If the button is pushed, there’s no runnin’ away

There’ll be no one to save, with the world in a grave

Take a look around ya boy, it's bound to scare ya boy

And you tell me

Over and over and over again, my friend

Ah, you don’t believe

We’re on the eve

of destruction.

Yeah, my blood’s so mad feels like coagulatin’

I’m sitting here just contemplatin’

I can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulation.

Handful of senators don’t pass legislation

And marches alone can’t bring integration

When human respect is disintegratin’

This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’

And you tell me

Over and over and over again, my friend

Ah, you don’t believe

We’re on the eve

of destruction.

Think of all the hate there is in Red China

Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama

You may leave here for 4 days in space

But when you return, it’s the same old place

The poundin’ of the drums, the pride and disgrace

You can bury your dead, but don’t leave a trace

Hate your next-door neighbor, but don’t forget to say grace

And… tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend

You don’t believe

We’re on the eve

Of destruction

Mm, no no, you don’t believe

We’re on the eve

of destruction.

Va de pelis

Nuestro querido blaguercompañero Chuparrocas acaba de publicar una entrada en la que nos anuncia el gran reto de los 81 óscar en que desea embarcarse. Y lo hace mencionando una película bellísima como es El apartamento, de Billy Wilder, uno de mis directores de cine preferidos. La película no solo es magnífica por sí misma, sino que cuenta con una gran banda sonora. En ella, el dúo de pianos Ferrante & Teicher llevaron a la fama el tema The Jealous Lover, de Charles Williams. También destacó su labor en otras grandes producciones, como Éxodo, Laurence de Arabia o la enorme Días de vino y rosas, que no me importaría revisar pronto.

Y, ya puestos con bandas sonoras, no me resisto a dejarles la preciosa suite de Forrest Gump, que debe de ser una de las películas con mejor banda sonora de la historia.

Never let the sun

Aaquí dejo un par de clásicos sesenteros

The Association - Never My Love

You ask me if there'll come a time

When I grow tired of you

Never my love

Never my love

You wonder if this heart of mine

Will lose its desire for you

Never my love

Never my love

What makes you think love will end

When you know that my whole life depends

On you (on you)

Da, da, da, da...

Never my love

Never my love

You say you fear I'll change my mind

And I won't require you

Never my love

Never my love

How can you think love will end

When I've asked you to spend your whole life

With me (with me, with me)

Never my love (Never my love)

...

El vídeo viene del famoso show de Ed Sullivan

Gerry and the Peacemakers - Don't Let the Sun Catch You Crying

Don't let the sun catch you cryin'

The night's the time for all your tears

Your heart may be broken tonight

But tomorrow in the morning light

Don't let the sun catch you cryin'

The night-time shadows disappear

And with them go all your tears

For the morning will bring joy

For every girl and boy

So don't let the sun catch you cryin'

We know that cryin's not a bad thing

But stop your cryin' when the birds sing

It may be hard to discover

That you've been left for another

But don't forget that love's a game

And it can always come again

Oh don't let the sun catch you cryin'

Don't let the sun catch you cryin', oh no

Oh, oh, oh

El audio no es muy bueno. Una grabación de mejor calidad es ésta, pero las imágenes son tontas y no vienen a cuento...