"For a Spanish Guitar"
(1.971)
El que fuera cantante de uno de los grupos más grandes que han existido,
The Byrds,
inició tras su marcha, una más que notable carrera en solitario,
y en 1.971 grabó uno de sus mejores discos "White Light"
en el que se encuentra esta pequeña joya.
Para escuchar una vez tras otra.
"The dissonant bells of the sea
Who are ringing the rhymes of the deep
As they sing of the ages asleep
Not so near or so far
And the old masters wind of the waves
Sped forth for the free men and slaves
Whispers of secrets it saves
And about whom they are
And the workings of sunshine and rain
And the visions they paint that remain
Pulsate from my soul through my brain
In a spanish guitar
The beggar whom sits in the street
On his miserable throne of defeat
Envisions no wealth there to meet
Thinking nowhere is far
And the laughter of children employed
By the fantasies not yet destroyed
By the dogmas of those they avoid
Knowing not what they are
And the right and the wrong and insane
And the answers they cannot explain
Pulsate from my soul through my brain
In a spanish guitar
To play on a spanish guitar
With the sun shining down where you are
Skipping and singing a bar
From the music around
Just to laugh through the columns of trees
To soar like a seagull in breeze
To stand in the rain if you please
Or to never be found"
Who are ringing the rhymes of the deep
As they sing of the ages asleep
Not so near or so far
And the old masters wind of the waves
Sped forth for the free men and slaves
Whispers of secrets it saves
And about whom they are
And the workings of sunshine and rain
And the visions they paint that remain
Pulsate from my soul through my brain
In a spanish guitar
The beggar whom sits in the street
On his miserable throne of defeat
Envisions no wealth there to meet
Thinking nowhere is far
And the laughter of children employed
By the fantasies not yet destroyed
By the dogmas of those they avoid
Knowing not what they are
And the right and the wrong and insane
And the answers they cannot explain
Pulsate from my soul through my brain
In a spanish guitar
To play on a spanish guitar
With the sun shining down where you are
Skipping and singing a bar
From the music around
Just to laugh through the columns of trees
To soar like a seagull in breeze
To stand in the rain if you please
Or to never be found"
No conocia esta cancion. El disco solo de nombre, aunque adoro a los Byrds y Clarke era medio grupo. Excelente tema, por ciero.
ResponderEliminarLa verdad que es yo lo he conocido hace poco, pero es un disco que merece la pena, tiene algunos temas magníficos.
EliminarSaludos
Estoy impactado e imbuido por la música de Gene Clark desde hace tiempo y no salgo todavía de mi asombro , todo lo que hizo es supremo , incluidas sus ultimas grabaciones con Carla Olson , de gran sensibilidad e inspiración ; un maestro ; una prueba : la canción que nos has traido hoy.
ResponderEliminarSaludos!
Solo conozco de él este disco y "No Other"; he oído hablar de esas grabaciones con Carla Olson, tendré que buscarlo.
EliminarGracias por comentar, saludos.