diumenge, 15 de març de 2009

August and everything after.

L'any 93 Counting Crows sonava als meus auriculars i al cassette del cotxe. La banda sonora que envoltava al nano desconcertat que jo era aleshores, tot i estrenar professió, tot i que m’endinsava en el futur, el meu futur, amb l’arrogància que atorga el no saber.

Tot això ve a tomb perquè acabo de recordar com m’agradava aquesta cançó: “Round Here”, del seu disc “August and everything after”. Un disc ple d’evocacions, que no puc escoltar sense estremir-me una i altra vegada. Quina capacitat d’adherir-se als moments té la música...

YouTube no permet la inserció del vídeo, però us deixo l’enllaç AQUÍ. I també us deixo la lletra. Quin inici: "Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white".


Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
where no one notices the contrast of white on white
And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again
Where? I don’t know
Maria says she is dying through the door I hear her crying
Why? I don’t know

Round here we always stand up straight
Round here something radiates

Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
She said shed like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
Just like she is walking on a wire in the circus
She parks her car outside of my house
Takes her clothes off
Says she is close to understanding Jesus
She knows she is more than just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal when she is nervous

Round here were carving out our names
Round here we all look the same
Round here we talk just like lions
But we sacrifice like lambs
Round here she is slipping through my hands

Sleeping children better run like the wind
Out of the lightning dream
Mamas little baby better get herself in
Out of the lightning

She says its only in my head
She says shhh I know its only in my head
But the girl on car in the parking lot says
man you should try to take a shot
Cant you see my walls are crumbling?
Then she looks up at the building and says she is thinking of jumping
She says she is tired of life she must be tired of something

Round here she is always on my mind
Round here hey man got lots of time
Round here were never sent to bed early
And nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late
I cant see nothing, nothing round here
Catch me if I’m falling.

Counting Crows,
August and everything after.

Geffen 1993

L’any 96, mentre l’A. acabava el seu “exili” va arribar “Recovering the Satellites” però aquell va ser una mica menys el nostre disc, oi A.?

Us deixo amb una cançoneta prou bonica “A long december”. El vídeo oficial és AQUEST (tampoc no és permesa la inserció), us deixo amb una versió en directe:

Dolços somnis. Bona nit.