miércoles, agosto 30

Yo quiero ver un tren

Hace unos días me gustó este tema:


(Kevin Morby - Slow Train)

Y hoy me gustó este:


(Blaze Foley - Clay pigeons)

Ah, pero me gustó esta versión, creo:


(John Prine - Clay Pigeons)

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La letra del primero:

Slow train
Don't you know my pain
Swim through my veins
On a slow train

I am lost all around
I am barely on the ground
Around the bed comes a slow train
Train

Release the fire out of me
I don't wanna burn from the inside
And I don't know my name
And I don't know my purpose
I just know my place on the slow train

Standing on the platform, waiting for that train
Son, you are too late now, train already came
Waiting out the rain now, waiting for that sun
I'm waiting on a train that's already gone
Gone

Release the fire out of me
I don't wanna burn from the inside
And I don't know my name
And I don't know my purpose
I just know my place on the slow train

A slow train coming, a slow train gone
A slow train coming, a slow train gone
A slow train coming, a slow train gone
A slow train coming, a slow train gone
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La letra del segundo:

I’m going down to the greyhound station
Gonna get a ticket to ride
Gonna find that lady with 2 or 3 kids
And sit down by her side
And ride until the sun comes up and down around me about 2 or 3 times
smoking cigarettes in the last seat trying
to hide my sorrow from the people I meet
And get along with it all
Go down where people say ya'll
Sing a song with a friend
Change the shape that I’m in
And get back in the game
And start playing again

I’d like to stay but I might have to go to start over again
I might go back down to Texas I might go somewhere that I’ve never been
And get up in the morning and go out at night
And I won’t have to go home
Get used to being alone
Change the words to this song
And start singing again

I’m tired of running round looking for answers to questions that I
already know
I could build me a castle of memories just to have somewhere to go
Count the days and the nights that it takes to get back in the saddle
again
Feed the pigeons some clay
Turn the night into day
Start talking again when I know what to say

I’m going down to the greyhound station
Gonna get a ticket to ride
Gonna find that lady with 2 or 3 kids
And sit down by her side
And Ride until the sun comes up and down around about 2 or 3 times
smoking cigarettes in the last seat
trying to hide my sorrow from the people I meet

And get along with it all
Go down where people say ya'll
Feed the pigeons some clay
Turn the night into day
Start talking again when I know what to say

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¿Qué pasa con los trenes, y la soledad, la resignación a la tristeza, la sensación de inminente y necesario o inevitable pero desesperanzado y agotador cambio?

Ah, el blog es más que nunca sólo para mi y para guardar recuerdos. Digo, por lo embolante para el resto de la gente. Aviso, nomás.


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