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17 marzo 2011

BOB DYLAN -HURRICANE-

Ayer estaba leyendo en el blog de silvers una entrada que puso sobre el comportamiento de los japoneses tras el desastre que han tenido, ya que el día anterior había estado pensando sobre el tema, realmente no se ha oido nada de desórdenes públicos, ni de agresiones, ni de robos, ni que el ejercito haya salido a la calle a hacer mas que ayudar a la gente y echar una mano en la recontrucción de las zonas devastadas. Y realmente me parece extraño, en nuestro país o en otros parecidos hubiese sido un auténtico desastre no el tsunami en sí sino las consecuencias posteriores, habrían habido robos, violaciones, saqueos de comercios, la calle se habría convertido en una jungla y estos señores se han dedicado a observar el suceso, sobreponerse al mismo y trabajar conjuntamente para levantar de nuevo aquello que ha caído y ayudar a tirar hacia adelante a aquellos que lo necesitan.
COmo bien decia silvers, no sé si eso se aprende o se lleva dentro, tengo claro que la cultura propia de un país ayuda a llevar ese tipo de cosas, pero estoy seguro que detrás hay una educación basada en la ayuda al prójimo y en que no todo vale para conseguir unos objetivos.
En todo esto me incluyo el primero ya que creo que en un suceso de este tipo sería de los que intentaría sobrevivir, no sé hasta que punto sería capaz de llegar pero posiblemente pasado un tiempo me avergonzase de mis hechos de esos días y realmente me entristeze que no seamos capaces de pensar de otra manera.
Creo que nos hemos de replantear esta sociedad y nuestras maneras de actuar, para conseguir ser un poco mejores entre todos. Cuando el tema del chapapote en Galicia hubo algunos conatos de solidaaridad entre la gente, desplazándose hacia ese lugar para ayudar en lo que se pudiese, aunque por otro lado la propia gente de allí se aprovechaba de las ayudas que se estaban dando para intentar enriquecerse haciendo valer una desgracia que en muchos habría que haber evaluado al límite.
No sé ya me diréis que os parece el tema, pero igual una peuqeña reflexión valdría de mucho en un futuro, yo la pienso hacer y espero que me sirva de algo, total millonario no voy a ser jamás pero mejor persona igual sí.
Venga después de este discurso judeomasónico sobre la vida y sus consecuencias os pongo un temazo de Bob Dylan sobre un personaje real, si no habéis visto la peli, verla es muy buena, y si leéis la letra os daréis cuenta de que injusticias ha habido toda la vida y las seguirá habiendo, de nosotros depende que cada vez sean menos.
Vamos gente que esto se puede salvar(si no lo joden antes los que tienen el poder)




PISTOL SHOTS RING OUT IN THE BARROOM NIGHT
ENTER PATTY VALENTINE FROM THE UPPER HALL.
SHE SEES THE 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 DIDNT 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 THATS JUST THE WAY THINGS GO.

IF YOURE BLACK YOU MIGHT AS WELL NOT SHOW UP ON THE STREET
LESS YOU WANNA 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 ONES 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,
TAKE HIM TO THE HOSPITAL AND THEY BRING HIM UPSTAIRS.
THE WOUNDED MAN LOOKS UP THROUGH HIS ONE DYIN EYE
SAYS, "WHAD YOU BRING HIM IN HERE FOR? HE AINT THE GUY!"
YES, HERES 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,
RUBINS IN SOUTH AMERICA, FIGHTIN FOR HIS NAME
WHILE ARTHUR DEXTER BRADLEYS STILL IN THE ROBBERY GAME
AND THE COPS ARE PUTTIN THE SCREWS TO HIM,
Letras4U.com » letras traducidas al español
LOOKIN FOR SOMEBODY TO BLAME.
"REMEMBER THAT MURDER THAT HAPPENED IN A BAR?"

"REMEMBER YOU SAID YOU SAW THE GETAWAY CAR?"
"YOU THINK YOUD LIKE TO PLAY BALL WITH THE LAW?"
"THINK IT MIGHT-A BEEN THAT FIGHTER THAT YOU SAW RUNNIN THAT NIGHT?"
"DONT FORGET THAT YOU ARE WHITE."

ARTHUR DEXTER BRADLEY SAID, "IM REALLY NOT SURE."
COPS SAID,
"A POOR BOY LIKE YOU COULD USE A BREAK
WE GOT YOU FOR THE MOTEL JOB
AND WERE TALKIN TO YOUR FRIEND BELLO
NOW YOU DONT WANTA HAVE TO GO BACK TO JAIL, BE A NICE FELLOW.
YOULL 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 AINT 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.
ITS MY WORK, HED SAY, AND I DO IT FOR PAY
AND WHEN ITS OVER ID 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 RUBINS CARDS WERE MARKED IN ADVANCE
THE TRIAL WAS A PIG-CIRCUS, HE NEVER HAD A CHANCE.
THE JUDGE MADE RUBINS 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 FOOLS HAND?
TO SEE HIM OBVIOUSLY FRAMED
COULDNT 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.
THATS THE STORY OF THE HURRICANE,
BUT IT WONT BE OVER TILL THEY CLEAR HIS NAME
AND GIVE HIM BACK THE TIME HES DONE.
PUT IN A PRISON CELL, BUT ONE TIME HE COULD-A BEEN
THE CHAMPION OF THE WORLD.

01 junio 2010

BOB DYLAN -MASTERS OF WAR-

Hoy os va a parecer muy duro lo que pongo, pero tengo que deciros que gracias a esta canción conocí a Bob Dylan, estaba yo en mi casa hace ya algunos años(demasiados para recordarlos) y me parece que pusieron en la tele un video de un homenaje que se le hacia a Bob Dylan, en el video aparecía esta canción y el que la cantaba Eddie vedder de Pearl Jam, os juro que me quedé atrapado con la fuerza que le ponía, la letra de la canción y la música, el concierto era en el Madison y se reunieron un montón d egente para homenajear a este crack.
Como imagináis al día siguiente tenía el disco en mi poder y desde ese día que lo estoy disfrutando.
No he podido conseguir la copia de ese día ya que Sony tiene no sé que mierdas de derechos reservados(hace 18 años que los conservan, así se les pasen y se mueran todos de asco), pero os dejo la original cantada por el maestro y el cover hecho por Eddie Vedder en otra ocasión.
Espero que lo disfrutéis y os hechize como lo hizo conmigo en su día.






Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead