Vuelve la música

Después de serios problemas en la reproducción de música en este blog hace ya una buena temporada, ya no me acuerdo por culpa de qué reproductor, tengo la necesidad de volver a compartir determinados descubrimientos musicales, para mí. Han de ser conscientes de que yo me enfrento a esto de la música con la boca abierta desde hace relativamente poco y tiro de lo que tiene mi dueño o de lo que me voy encontrando por ahí. Bastante bien lo voy haciendo ya, que no escucho Camela.

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La entrada de este blog del 27 de agosto de 2008, 'Una canción, link' presentaba aquel espacio musical que hoy recupero con la misma protagonista: la sin palabras Nina Simone y su versión (ojo, una en directo, impresionante) del 'Don't let me be misunderstood', de The Animals (lo siento, majetes). Dos temas temazos abren la lista de reproducción que queda arriba a la derecha, que se puede activar y desactivar a placer y no sé si algo más, pero está bien... Dos temazos cuyas letras reproduzco: 'Ain't got no... I got life' y la versión de 'Suzanne' (lo siento, Leonard, pero en este caso tú te lo has ganado). Y un tercero, éste sin letra: 'Love or leave me'.

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AIN'T GOT NO... I GOT LIFE

I ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes

ain't got no money, ain't got no class

ain't got no skirts, ain't got no sweater

ain't got no perfume, ain't got no bed

ain't got no mind.

Ain't got no mother, ain't got no culture

ain't got no friends, ain't got no schoolin'

ain't got no love, ain't got no name

ain't got no ticket, ain't got no token

ain't got no god

And what have I got?

Why am I alive anyway?

Yeah, what have I got?

Nobody can take away?

Got my hair, got my head

got my brains, got my ears

got my eyes, got my nose

got my mouth, I got my smile

I got my tongue, got my chin

got my neck, got my boobies

got my heart, got my soul

got my back, I got my sex

I got my arms, got my hands, got my fingers

got my legs, got my feet, got my toes

got my liver, got my blood...

I've got life,

I've got my freedom

I've got life

I've got life

and I am gonna keep it

I've got life

and nobody's gonna take it away

I've got life.

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SUZANNE

Suzanne takes you down to her place by the river

you can hear the boats go by

you can spend the night forever

and you know that she's half crazy

and that's why you want to be there

and she feeds you tea and oranges

that come all the way from China

and just when you mean to tell her

that you have no love to give her

she gets you on her wavelength

and she lets the river answer

that you've always been her lover

and you want to travel with her

and you want to travel bliend

and you know that she will trust you

for you've touched her perfect body with your mind

Now Jesus was a sailor

when he walked upon the water

and he spent a long time watching

from his lonely wooden tower

and when he knew for certain

only drowning men could see him

he said: "All men will be sailors then

until the sea shall free them"

but he himself was broken

long before the sky would open

forsaken, almost human

he sank beneath your wisdom like a stone

and you want to travel with him

and you want to travel blind

'cause you think maybe you can trust him

'cause he's touched your perfect body with his mind

Now Suzanne takes your hand

and she leads you to the river

she is wearing rags and feathers

from Salvation Army counters

and the sun pours down like honey

on our lady of the harbour

and she shows you where to look

between the garbage and the flowers

there are heroes in the seaweed

there are children in the morning

they are leaning, leaning out for love

and they will lean that way forever

while Suzanne holds the mirror

and you want to travel with her

and you want to travel blind

'cause you think maybe you can trust her

she's touched your perfect body with her mind.