Bob Dylan: 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?
//Tomado de Bobdylan.com//
Sabía que tarde o temprano iba a llegar este día. Hoy debo decidir si sigo viviendo con mi familia o emprendo un nuevo camino solo. Lo que significa dejar el Hotel Mama y arreglármelas como pueda.
Me siento confundido, creo poder solo pero la duda no me deja en paz. ¿Qué haré? ¿Funcionará?
En la antiguedad a los veintitantos ya te consideraban anciano, ahora hay mucha gente con el síndrome de Peter Pan (nunca crecer). Es saludable dar el paso, pero justo ahora, cuando me toca a mi lo pienso dos veces. Siempre he sido un tipo alejado de mi familia, pero hacerlo oficial es… como cortar algo que sabes que puede sangrar.
En estos momentos no dejan de sonarme estas dos canciones en la mente… la otra es del “In Rainbows” de Radiohead:
Radiohead: Weird Fishes/Arpeggi
The bottom of the sea
Your eyes
They turn me
Why should I stay here?
Why should I stay?
I’d be crazy not to follow
Follow where you lead
Your eyes
They turn me
Turn me on to phantoms
I follow to the edge of the earth
And fall off
Everybody leaves
If they get the chance
And this is my chance
I get eaten by the worms
Weird fishes
Get towed by the worms
Weird fishes
Weird fishes
Weird fishes
I’ll hit the bottom
Hit the bottom and escape
Escape
I’ll hit the bottom
Hit the bottom and escape
Escape
//Tomado de Motovresmusic//
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