31 enero 2022

Islands - King Crimson

Hace no mucho que Robert Fripp permite que toda la obra de King Crimson se escuche oficialmente en Youtube, así que se puede trastear en todos sus discos, algo que recomiendo y permite apreciar sus diferentes y eclécticas etapas.

Esta joya de 1971 es el tema que cierra el disco homónimo que en su día no recibió críticas muy entusiastas pero a mi modo de ver es uno de sus mejores trabajos... Y muy original, aunque hablando de King Crimson la originalidad parece una más de sus muchas virtudes.

La formación de auténtico lujo es la siguiente:

Robert Fripp a la guitarra, mellotron, harmonium y producción; Peter Sinfield que aportó las letras; Mel Collins con saxofón, flauta; Ian Wallace con la percusión; Boz al bajo y la voz principal.

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Earth, stream and tree encircled by sea
Waves sweep the sand from my island.
My sunsets fade.
Field and glade wait only for rain
Grain after grain love erodes my
High weathered walls which fend off the tide
Cradle the wind
To my island.
 
Gaunt granite climbs where gulls wheel and glide
Mournfully glide o'er my island.
My dawn bride's veil, damp and pale
Dissolves in the sun.
Love's web is spun - cats prowl, mice run
Wreathe snatch-hand briars where owls know my eyes
Violet skies
Touch my island
Touch me.
 
Beneath the wind turned wave
Infinite peace
Islands join hands
'Neath heaven's sea.
 
Dark harbour quays like fingers of stone
Hungrily reach from my island.
Clutch sailor's words - pearls and gourds
Are strewn on my shore.
Equal in love, bound in circles.
Earth, stream and tree return to the sea
Waves sweep sand from my island
From me.
 
Beneath the wind turned wave
Infinite peace
Islands join hands
'Neath heaven's sea.

28 enero 2022

I Heard It Through The Grapevine - Marvin Gaye

La versión de Creedence Clearwater Revival incluida en el exitoso Cosmo´s Factory es una maravilla pero es que la versión interpretada por Marvin Gaye, uno de los iconos del Soul y de la Motownes directamente de otro mundo.

El tema está compuesto por Norman Whitfield y Barrett Strong, quienes gozaron del éxito de las diferentes versiones como las de Smokey Robinson, Ella Fitzgerald, Joe cocker y cientos más...

¿A quién no le gustaría cantar así?

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Ooh, I bet you're wonderin' how I knew
'Bout your plans to make me blue
With some other guy you knew before
Between the two of us guys you know I love you more
It took me by surprise I must say
When I found out yesterday
Don'tcha know that I
 
Heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would you be mine
Oh I heard it through the grapevine
Oh I'm just about to lose my mind
Honey, honey yeah
(Heard it through the grapevine)
(Not much longer would you be my baby, ooh, ooh, ooh)
 
I know a man ain't supposed to cry
But these tears I can't hold inside
Losin' you would end my life you see
'Cause you mean that much to me
You could have told me yourself
That you love someone else
Instead I
 
Heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would you be mine
Oh I heard it through the grapevine
And I'm just about to lose my mind
Honey, honey yeah
(Heard it through the grapevine)
(Not much longer would you be my baby, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
 
People say believe half of what you see, son
And none of what you hear
But I can't help bein' confused
If it's true please tell me dear
Do you plan to let me go
For the other guy you loved before?
Don'tcha know I
 
Heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would you be mine
Baby I heard it through the grapevine
Ooh I'm just about to lose my mind
Honey, honey yeah
(Heard it through the grapevine)
(Not much longer would you be my baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 
Honey, honey, I know
That you're lettin' me go
Said, I heard it through the grapevine
Heard it through the grapevine

24 enero 2022

Hurricane - Bob Dylan

Single extraído del álbum Desire que habla sobre la injusta acusación de homicidio del boxeador Rubin "Hurricane" Carter (qué extraño, un negro acusado injustamente de asesinato en los USA).

Desde luego, que bien contaba las historias Bob Dylan y qué difícil sería calcular la influencia que ha tenido o tiene en la música popular. Un Nobel bien merecido.

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Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees a bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out my God, they killed them all
Here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world
 
Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously
I didn't do it, he says, and he throws up his hands
I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand
I saw them leavin', he says, and he stops
One of us had better call up the cops
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night
 
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that
In Paterson that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you want to draw the heat
 
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men
 
Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in
They took him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!
Here's the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world
 
Four months later, the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame
Remember that murder that happened in a bar
Remember you said you saw the getaway car
You think you'd like to play ball with the law
Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night
Don't forget that you are white
 
Arthur Dexter Bradley said I'm really not sure
The cops said a poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
You don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow
You'll be doin' society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim
 
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse
 
All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
And though they could not produce the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed
 
Rubin Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder one, guess who testified
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game
 
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell
That's the story of the Hurricane
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world


 

20 enero 2022

Ashes to Ashes - David Bowie

Ashes to Ashes es uno de mis temas preferidos del músico británico; ojalá todo el pop tuviera esa riqueza tímbrica, rítmica, armónica y melódica

Extraído como el single principal del álbum Scary Monster, esta es la versión corta, para sonar en la radio como es habitual; la del disco es un poco más larga. 

El plantel es de auténtico lujo con gente como Carlos Alomar, Roy Bittan (E Street Band) y la producción de Tony Visconti junto al propio Bowie.

Temazo.


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Do you remember a guy that's been
In such an early song?
I've heard a rumor from Ground Control
Oh no, don't say it's true
 
They got a message from the Action Man
"I'm happy, hope you're happy too
I've loved all I've needed, love
Sordid details following"
 
The shrieking of nothing is killing, just
Pictures of Jap girls in synthesis and I
Ain't got no money and I ain't got no hair
But I'm hoping to kick but the planet it's glowing
 
Ashes to ashes, funk to funky
We know Major Tom's a junkie
Strung out in heaven's high
Hitting an all-time low
 
Time and again I tell myself
I'll stay clean tonight
But the little green wheels are following me
Oh no, not again I'm stuck with a valuable friend
"I'm happy, hope you're happy too"
One flash of light but no smoking pistol
 
I never done good things (I never done good things)
I never done bad things (I never done bad things)
I never did anything out of the blue, woh-o-oh
Want an axe to break the ice
Wanna come down right now
 
Ashes to ashes, funk to funky
We know Major Tom's a junkie
Strung out in heaven's high
Hitting an all-time low
 
My mother said, to get things done
You'd better not mess with Major Tom
My mother said, to get things done
You'd better not mess with Major Tom
My mother said, to get things done
You'd better not mess with Major Tom
My mother said, to get things done
You'd better not mess with Major Tom

18 enero 2022

MaaBo y Hono - 77 almas

Brillante composición instrumental de MaaBo y Hono, prometedores músicos españoles, que con elementos de rock progresivo y música electrónica crean un vanguardista tema cuya atmósfera predominante parece evocar algún tipo de futuro distópico.

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