jueves, 13 de octubre de 2016

BOB DYLAN: NOBEL DE LITERATURA 2016


                Vuelven los viejos rapsodas a nuestro mundo; a la canción se le reconoce su dimensión literaria, muchas veces postergada por los grandes críticos y gurús literarios.

Hace unas horas, la academia sueca ha otorgado el Nobel de Literatura al cantautor norteamericano Bob Dylan por haber creado una nueva expresión poética dentro de la gran tradición americana de la canción.

Os ofrezco algunas de sus canciones, puede que no sean las mejores, para gustos no hay nada escrito, pero todas tienen una curiosa versión en español (la mejor la de Sabina, que nunca ha sido autorizada y no se puede encontrar en ningún disco):

THE TIMES THEY ARE A-CHANGING

Come gather around people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimming
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changing
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no telling who
That it's naming
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changing
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is raging
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changing
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly aging
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changing
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fading
And the first one now
Will later be last

For the times they are a-changing




MAN GAVE NAMES TO ALL THE ANIMALS

Man gave names to all the animals
In the beginning, in the beginning
Man gave names to all the animals
In the beginning, long time ago.

He saw an animal that liked to growl
Big furry paws and he liked to howl
Great big furry back and furry hair
'Ah, think I'll call it a bear'.

He saw an animal up on a hill
Chewing up so much grass until she was filled
He saw milk coming out but he didn't know how
'Ah, think I'll call it a cow'.

He saw an animal that liked to snort
Horns on his head and they weren't too short
It looked like there wasn't nothing that he couldn't pull
'Ah, I'll think I'll call it a bull'.

He saw an animal leaving a muddy trail
Real dirty face and a curly trail
He wasn't too small and he wasn't too big
'Ah, think I'll call it a pig'.

Next animal that he did meet
Had wool on his back and hooves on his feet
Eating grass on a mountainside so steep
'Ah, think I'll call it a sheep'.

He saw an animal as smooth as glass
Slithering his way through the grass
Saw him dissappear by a tree near a lake .....





LIKE A ROLLING STONE

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime
In your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say
“Beware doll, you're bound to fall”
You thought they were all kidding you
You used to laugh about everybody
That was hanging out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal
How does it feel?
How does it feel to be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out
You're going to have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

You never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people
Get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse
With your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinking, thinking that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring
You'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now
You got no secrets to conceal





A HARD RAIN'S A-GONNA FALL

A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall
Oh, where have you been,
my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been,
my darling young one?

I've stumbled on the side
of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled
on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle
of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of
a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles
in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard,
it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see,
my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see,
my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby
with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds
with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood
that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men
with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder
all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers
whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords
in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard,
it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear,
my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear,
my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder,
it roared out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a wave
that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers
whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand whisperin'
and nobody listenin',
Heard one person starve,
I heard many people laughin',
Heard the song of a poet
who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown
who cried in the alley,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard,
it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, who did you meet,
my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet,
my darling young one?
I met a young child
beside a dead pony,
I met a white man
who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman
whose body was burning,
I met a young girl,
she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man
who was wounded in love,
I met another man
who was wounded with hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard,
it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what'll you do now,
my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now,
my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out
'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths
of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many
and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison
are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley
meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face
is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly,
where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color,
where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it
and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain
so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean
until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before
I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard,
it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.