Octaedro

Continúo haciendo arqueología musical, aunque en esta ocasión podemos decir que el objeto de estudio se encuentra más cercano en el tiempo. The river, de Bruce Springsteen, un tema realmente triste que siempre me ha gustado tararear en momentos ídem. Como en la anterior ocasión, os dejo aquí la letra para que podáis experimentar el sentimiento de Springsteen con mayor propiedad.

(Un dato interesante: en esta ocasión, la canción no está contenida en Octaedro. Procede de Blogmusik, una página que he descubierto a través de La Huella Digital, el blog de Nacho de la Fuente. Blogmusik permite escuchar temas completos sin tener que bajarlos de la web y también incluirlos en tu propia página. Disfrutad del invento).

I come from down in the valley where mister when youre young
They bring you up to do like your daddy done
Me and mary we met in high school when she was just seventeen
Wed ride out of that valley down to where the fields were green

Wed go down to the river
And into the river wed dive
Oh down to the river wed ride

Then I got mary pregnant and man that was all she wrote
And for my nineteen birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat
We went down to the courthouse and the judge put it all to rest
No wedding day smiles no walk down the aisle
No flowers no wedding dress
That night we went down to the river
And into the river wed dive
On down to the river we did ride

I got a job working construction for the johnstown company
But lately there aint been much work on account of the economy
Now all them things that seemed so important
Well mister they vanished right into the air
Now I just act like I dont remember, mary acts like she dont care
But I remember us riding in my brothers car
Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir
At night on them banks Id lie awake
And pull her close just to feel each breath shed take
Now those memories come back to haunt me, they haunt me like a curse
Is a dream a lie if it dont come true
Or is it something worse that sends me
Down to the river though I know the river is dry
Down to the river, my baby and i
Oh down to the river we ride

Tags: música

Me apetecía incluir música en Octaedro. No tiene que ver con la literatura (o sí­, ahora que lo pienso, hay mucha música relacionada con la literatura), pero es una de las cosas que me interesan o me interesaron mucho en el pasado. Tan en el pasado que la música que pienso poner hoy aquí­ tiene un aroma a excavación arqueológica. Es un tema que siempre me ha fascinado, muy conocido. Stairway to heaven, de Led Zeppelin. Es bastante largo, así­ que está dedicado a los que tengan la suficiente paciencia como para sumergirse en el pasado durante un rato. Para hacerlo más llevadero, os incluyo la letra.

There’s a lady who’s sure
All that glitters is gold
And she’s buying a stairway to heaven
When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for
And she’s buying a stairway to heaven

There’s a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
‘Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook
There’s a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven
It makes me wonder

There’s a feeling I get
When I look to the west
and my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking
And it makes me wonder

And it’s whispered that soon
If we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long
And the forest will echo with laughter

If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow
Don’t be alarmed now
It’s just a spring clean for the May queen
Yes there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
There’s still time to change the road you’re on
And it makes me wonder

Your head is humming and it won’t go
In case you don’t know
The piper’s calling you to join him
Dear lady can you hear the wind blow
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whisperin’ wind

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our souls
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll

And she’s buying a stairway to heaven…

Tags: música