You maybe a lover but you ain't no dancer

Si hay algo que Macca se merece es todo mi respeto. No me considero a big fun de James Paul, pero tampoco me atrevería a desafiarlo bajo ningun concepto, parece que este Sir se toma los retos muy enserio....

Veamos dos ejemplos de esta afirmación:

Helter Skelter:

Dicen por ahi que fue el primer tema heavy en la historia del rock, eso se los dejo a su consideracíon... pero... Qué temita por favor!!

Parece ser que Macca escuchó a Pete Townshend (The Who) diciendo que I Can See for miles era : "the loudest, rawest, dirtiest song the Who had ever recorded" y Paul no se iba a quedar atrás... así que hizo "lo que pudo" y le salió esto.

Esa anécdota es bastante conocida.. pero que me cuentan de esta....

Picasso's last words (drink to me):

Parece ser que a un actorcito llamado Dustin Huffman se le ocurrio decirle a McCartney: a qué no podés escribir una canción sobre cualquier cosa que salga en el diario. Error!!!!!, a Dustin no lo perdono porque ya tenía antecedentes de que iba a perder la apuesta.

A continuación las canciones citadas:

Helter Skelter

When I get to the bottom

I go back to the top of the slide

Where I stop and turn and I go for a ride

Till I get to the bottom and I see you again

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Do you don't you want me to love you

I'm coming down fast but I'm miles above you

Tell me tell me come on tell me the answer

you may be a lover but you ain't no dancer

Helter skelter helter skelter helter skelter Yeah, hu, hu

will you won't you want me to make you

I'm coming down fast but don't let me break you

Tell me tell me tell me the answer

You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer

Look out Helter skelter helter skelter helter skelter

Yeah, hu, hu Look out cause here she comes

When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide

Where I stop and turn and I go for a ride

Till I get to the bottom and I see you again

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Well will you won't you want me to make you

I'm coming down fast but don't let me break you

Tell me tell me tell me the answer

You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer

Look out Helter skelter helter skelter helter skelter

Yeah, hu, Helter Skelter

She's coming down fast

Yes she is Yes she is coming down fast

Picasso' s last words (drink to me)

The Grand Old Painter Died Last Night

His Paintings On The Wall

Before He Went

He Bade Us Well And Said Goodnight To Us All.

Drink To Me, Drink To My Health

You Know I Can't Drink Any More

Drink To Me, Drink To My Health

You Know I Can't Drink Any More 3 O'clock In The Morning

I'm Getting Ready For Bed

It Came Without A Warning

But I'll Be Waiting For You Baby

I'll Be Waiting For You There

So Drink To Me Drink To My Health

You Know I Can't Drink Any More

Drink To Me Drink To My Health

You Know I Can't Drink Any More

I see that we meet again, mmm..

Un día como hoy, hace casi cuarenta, años el señor Johnny Allen H. (no confundir con Johnny Allon ;), luego conocido como James Marshall H. (lo tienen?), se encontraba cerrando uno de los más grandes festivales de música de todos los tiempos.

El evento: Woodstock
El señor: Jimi Hendrix

Y si 800 mil personas parecen decididas a no moverse hasta que les des un bis... qué otra cosa podes hacer?

Hey Joe

Hey Joe
Where ou goin' with that gun in your hand?
Hey Joe
I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand?

I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady
You know I caught her messin' round with another man
Yeah
I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady
You know I caught her messin' round with another man

Uh Hey Joe
I heard you shot your woman down, shot her down now
Hey Joe
I heard you shot your old lady down, shot her down in the ground
Yeah

Yes I did, I shot her
You know I caught her messin' round, messin' round town
Yes I did, I shot her
You know I caught my old lady messin' round town
And I gave her the gun
I shot her!

Alright, Shot her one more time for me

Hey Joe I said uh,
Where you gonna run to now? Where you gonna run to?
Hey Joe I said,
Where you gonna run to now?
Where ya, where you gonna go?

Well dig, I'm goin' way down South.
Way down Mexico way.
Alright.
I'm goin' way down South.
Way down where I could be free!

Ain't no one gonna find me.
Ain't no hangman gonna,
He ain't gonna put a rope around me!
You better believe it right now!
I gotta go now.

Hey, hey, Joe!
You better run on down.
Good bye everybody!
Hey, Hey, Joe.

No Other Baby

Estaba escuchando la radio, empezaron a pasar No more lonely nights, me causó gracia pensar en Lu.. resulta que Paul se ha encaprichado con perseguirla y brindarle algún tipo de mensaje sideral. De repente, la guitarra...

Cosas así suelen pasarme más seguido de lo que esperaría. Me dije "Este es Paul?.... mmmmm". Sabía que había algo.

Obviamente lo primero que hice hoy cuando me levanté fue fijarme eso. Y.. Recorcholis Batman!! Es Gilmour!!

Oh Yeah...

I Can Wait Another Day Until I Call You
You've Only Got My Heart On A String And Everything A Flutter
But Another Lonely Night (And Another, And Another)
Might Take Forever(And Another, And Another)
We've Only Got Each Other To Blame
It's All The Same To Me Love
'Cause I Know What I Feel To Be Right
No More Lonely Nights
No More Lonely Nights
You're My Guiding Light
Day Or Night I'm Always There


May I Never Miss The Thrill Of Being Near You
And If It Takes A Couple Of Years
To Turn Your Tears To Laughter
I Will Do What I Feel To Be Right


No More Lonely Nights
Never Be Another
No More Lonely Nights
You're My Guiding Light
Day Or Night I'm Always There
And I Won't Go Away Until You Tell Me So
No I'll Never Go Away


Yes I Know What I Feel To Be Right
No More Lonely Nights
Never Be Another
No More Lonely Nights
You're My Guiding Light
Day Or Night I'm Always There
And I Won't Go Away Until You Tell Me So
No I'll Never Go Away
I Won't Go Away Until You Tell Me So
No I'll Never Go Away
No more lonely nights, no no.

Nelson, Otis, Lefty,Lucky y Charlie

Imaginense un domingo soleado, un garage con un parque en el fondo, y un par de músicos intentado componer algo.

...Casi una escena de videoclip....


Ahora imaginenselo otra vez, pero en esta ocasión los músicos son de la talla de Dylan y Harrison, entre otros. ¿Estaría bueno tenerlos en el jardín un domingo, no?

Cuenta la leyenda que un día, mientras pasaban el rato, Georgie vio una caja que decía "Handle with care" y empezo a escribir un par de versos. Parece ser que como al Sr. no le resultó suficiente dijo:

"Che Bob alguna linea para el tema este??"
" Y a vos Orbison qué se te ocurre a partir de estas palabras??" (sisi el de pretty woman)

Y así continuó con un par de compañeritos mas... y lo que salió fue este tema:

Been beat up and battered round
Been sent up, and Ive been shot down
Youre the best thing that Ive ever found
Handle me with care

Reputations changeable
Situations tolerable
Baby, youre adorable
Handle me with care

I'm so tired of being lonely
I still have some love to give
Wont you show me that you really care

Everybodys got somebody to lean on
Put your body next to mine, and dream on

Ive been fobbed off, and Ive been fooled
Ive been robbed and ridiculed
In day care centers and night schools
Handle me with care

Been stuck in airports, terrorized
Sent to meetings, hypnotized
Overexposed, commercialized
Hand me with care

I'm so tired of being lonely
I still have some love to give
Wont you show me that you really care

Everybodys got somebody to lean on
Put your body next to mine, and dream on

Ive been uptight and made a mess
But Ill clean it up myself, I guess
Oh, the sweet smell of success
Handle me with care

Slush

"The problem with your band is you don't do any ballads" G. Harrison

Supuestamente a raiz de ese comentario fue que surgió el tema. Los primeros acordes son los mismos que los de Something, tributo a Harrison.

Sea como sea..

The Rain Song

This is the spring time of my loving, the second season I am to know
You are the sunlight in my growing, so little warmth I've felt before
It isn't hard to feel me glowing, I watched the fire that grew so low

It is the summer of my smiles, flee from me Keepers of the gloom
Speak to me only with your eyes, it is to you I give this tune
Ain't so hard to recognize, these things are clear to all from time to time

Talk talk, I've felt the coldness of my winter
I never thought it would ever go
I cursed the gloom that set upon us..
But I know that I love you so

These are the seasons of emotion and like the winds they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion, I see the torch we all must hold
This is the mystery of the quotient, upon us all a little rain must fall

Cp: tengo que aprender a tocar la quitarra..

See you later..

Shall We?

Empty Spaces / What shall we do now?

Quien sea tan afortunado como yo en tener el vinilo (gracias papi) verá que la letra que aparece en él es la de What shall we do now? Sin embargo, al escucharlo se trata de Empty Spaces. Esto se dio por una cuestión de que el “envoltorio” debe estar hecho antes que el disco, y cuestiones de espacio hicieron imposible contar con la más larga :P

Empty Spaces, parece ser una versión más corta de What shall we do now? Pero no lo es. Solo la melodía es la misma. La letra es distinta, y además cuenta con un backmasking que dice:

Congratulations, you have just discovered the secret message.
Please send your answer to 'Old Pink', Care of the funny farm, Chalfont...
Roger, Caroline's on the phone...
Ok

Como gon dijo una vez, eso es un mensaje oculto. “Oculto” pero evidente y bien claro.

Ahora, hablar de un tema de The Wall y no mencionar nada de la película… se me hace imposible. La seguidilla de Goodbye blue sky y What shall we do now? Me animo a decir que es la mejor parte de la película.

La versión del disco es esta:

What shall we use to fill the empty spaces,
Where we used to talk?
How shall I fill the final places?
How should I complete the wall?

Y la de la película:

What shall
We use
To fill
The empty
Spaces
Where waves
Of hunger
Roar
Shall we set out
Across this sea of
Faces
In search of more
And more
Applause

Shall we buy a new guitar?
Shall we drive a more powerful car?
Shall we work straight through the night?
Shall we get into fights,
Leave the lights on,
Drop bombs,
Do tours of the East,
Contract diseases,
Bury bones,
Break up homes,
Send flowers by phone,
Take to drink,
Go to shrinks,
Give up meat,
Rarely sleep,
Keep people as pets,
Train dogs,
Race rats,
Fill the attic with cash,
Bury treasure,
Store up leisure,
But never relax at all?
With our backs to the wall.

Cuota personal: Imposible decirle que no a una pregunta que empiece con “Shall we?” ;)

Saludos a todos!