lunes, 27 de agosto de 2012

Una del Dylan

Aquesta  cançó és de  1965. En el seu  original Dylan comença en  acústic. Para, es fot un panxot de  riure  i comença de  nou amb l´elèctrica.
La versió del Taj Mahal  que us poso és d´un  disc d´aquest  any, un gran homenatge al jueu de Minessota  commemorant els  50 anys de la seva  carrera i d´Amnistia Internacional.
Jo vaig aprendre el sarcasme, l´ironia i la visió crítica de la societat, en part, gràcies a aquesta  cançó.... They were very paranoid.....

I was riding on the Mayflower , When I thought I spied some land
I yelled for Captain Arab, I have yuh understand
Who came running to the deck , Said, “Boys, forget the whale
Look on over yonder , Cut the engines , Change the sail
Haul on the bowline”, We sang that melody , Like all tough sailors do
When they are far away at sea
“I think I’ll call it America”, I said as we hit land, I took a deep breath
I fell down, I could not stand , Captain Arab he started Writing up some deeds
He said, “Let’s set up a fort  And start buying the place with beads”
Just then this cop comes down the street, Crazy as a loon, He throw us all in jail
For carryin’ harpoons
Ah me I busted out, Don’t even ask me how, I went to get some help
I walked by a Guernsey cow , Who directed me down To the Bowery slums
Where people carried signs around, Saying, “Ban the bums”
I jumped right into line Sayin’, “I hope that I’m not late”
When I realized I hadn’t eaten, For five days straight
I went into a restaurant Lookin’ for the cook
I told them I was the editor Of a famous etiquette book
The waitress he was handsome He wore a powder blue cape
I ordered some suzette, I said “Could you please make that crepe”
Just then the whole kitchen exploded From boilin’ fat
Food was flying everywhere And I left without my hat
Now, I didn’t mean to be nosy But I went into a bank
To get some bail for Arab And all the boys back in the tank
They asked me for some collateral And I pulled down my pants
They threw me in the alley When up comes this girl from France
Who invited me to her house I went, but she had a friend
Who knocked me out and robbed my boots
And I was on the street again
Well, I rapped upon a house With the U.S. flag upon display
I said, “Could you help me out I got some friends down the way”
The man says, “Get out of here I’ll tear you limb from limb”
I said, “You know they refused  Jesus, too” he said, “You’re not Him
Get out of here before I break your bones I ain’t your pop”
I decided to have him arrested And I went looking for a cop
I ran right outside And I hopped inside a cab
I went out the other door This Englishman said, “Fab”
As he saw me leap a hot dog stand And a chariot that stood
Parked across from a building Advertising brotherhood
I ran right through the front door Like a hobo sailor does
But it was just a funeral parlor And the man asked me who I was
I repeated that my friends Were all in jail, with a sigh
He gave me his card He said, “Call me if they die”
I shook his hand and said goodbye Ran out to the street
When a bowling ball came down the road
And knocked me off my feet A pay phone was ringing
It just about blew my mind When I picked it up and said hello
This foot came through the line
Well, by this time I was fed up At tryin’ to make a stab
At bringin’ back any help For my friends and Captain Arab
I decided to flip a coin Like either heads or tails
Would let me know if I should go Back to ship or back to jail
So I hocked my sailor suit And I got a coin to flip
It came up tails It rhymed with sails
So I made it back to the ship Well, I got back and took
The parkin’ ticket off the mast I was ripping it to shreds
When this coastguard boat went past They asked me my name
And I said, “Captain Kidd”  They believed me but
They wanted to know  What exactly that I did
I said for the Pope of Eruke I was employed
They let me go right away They were very paranoid
Well, the last I heard of Arab He was stuck on a whale
That was married to the deputy Sheriff of the jail
But the funniest thing was When I was leavin’ the bay
I saw three ships a-sailin’ They were all heading my way
I asked the captain what his name was And how come he didn’t drive a truck
He said his name was Columbus I just said, “Good luck”

3 comentarios:

  1. Tinc l'anglès ben atrofiat, però m'agrada la idea de passar per un entès en restaurants per poder entrar, igual com l'altre es fa passar per Colom.

    1. no va tenir massa sort el pobre....per un crepe li va explotar la cuina

  2. Let's sit down and talk about this song. Gràcies, thanks!!