Dos plats forts abans de les meves
vacances amb el meu col.lega Tom Frost.
Sempre torno a Dylan . És dels pocs
que em diu: vas bé nano, vas bé.....
Com diu el mestre:
Gentlemen,
he said I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning either brace yourself for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning either brace yourself for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.
TRAVELING WILBURYS –
TWEETER AND THE MONKEY MAN
Tweeter
and the Monkey Man were hard up for cash
They stayed up all night selling cocaine and hash
To an undercover cop who had a sister named Jan
For reasons unexplained she loved the Monkey Man
Tweeter was a boy scout course he went to Vietnam
And found out the hard way, nobody gives a damn
They knew that they found freedom just across the Jersey line
So they hopped into a stolen car, took Highway 99
And the walls came down
All the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell
The undercover cop never liked the Monkey Man
Even back in childhood he wanted to see him in the can
Jan got married at fourteen to a racketeer named Bill
She mad secret calls to the Monkey Man from a mansion on the hill
It was out on Thunder Road, Tweeter at the wheel
They crashed into paradise, they could hear them tires squeal
The undercover cop pulled up and said "Everyone of you's a liar
If you don't surrender now it's gonna go down the wire"
And the walls came down
All the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell
An ambulance rolled up, a state-trooper close behind
Tweeter took his gun away and messed up his mind
The undercover cop was left tied up to a tree
Near the souvenir stand, by the old abandoned factory
Next day the undercover cop was hot in pursuit
He was taking the whole thing personal, he did'nt care about the loot
Jan had told him many times "It was you to me who taught
In Jersey anythings legal, as long as you don't get caught"
And the walls came down
All the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell
Some place by Rahwey Prison they ran out of gas
The undercover cop had cornered the, said
"Boy you didn't think this could last?"
Jan jumped out of bed, said, "There's someplace I gotta go"
She took the gun out of the drawer, said, "It's best that you don't know"
The undercover cop was found face down in a field
The Monkey Man was on the river bridge, using Tweeter as a shield
Jan said to the Monkey Man "I'm not fooled by Tweeter's curl
I knew him long before he became a Jersey Girl"
And the walls came down
All the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell
Now the town of Jersey City is quieting down again
I'm sitting in a gambling club called the Lion's Den
The TV set was blown up, every bit of it is gone
Ever since the nightly news showed that the Monkey Man was on
I guess I'll go to Florida and get myself some sun
There aint no more opportunity here, everything's been done
Sometimes I think of Tweeter, sometimes I think of Jan
Sometimes I don't think about nothing but the Monkey Man
And the walls came down
All the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell
They stayed up all night selling cocaine and hash
To an undercover cop who had a sister named Jan
For reasons unexplained she loved the Monkey Man
Tweeter was a boy scout course he went to Vietnam
And found out the hard way, nobody gives a damn
They knew that they found freedom just across the Jersey line
So they hopped into a stolen car, took Highway 99
And the walls came down
All the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell
The undercover cop never liked the Monkey Man
Even back in childhood he wanted to see him in the can
Jan got married at fourteen to a racketeer named Bill
She mad secret calls to the Monkey Man from a mansion on the hill
It was out on Thunder Road, Tweeter at the wheel
They crashed into paradise, they could hear them tires squeal
The undercover cop pulled up and said "Everyone of you's a liar
If you don't surrender now it's gonna go down the wire"
And the walls came down
All the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell
An ambulance rolled up, a state-trooper close behind
Tweeter took his gun away and messed up his mind
The undercover cop was left tied up to a tree
Near the souvenir stand, by the old abandoned factory
Next day the undercover cop was hot in pursuit
He was taking the whole thing personal, he did'nt care about the loot
Jan had told him many times "It was you to me who taught
In Jersey anythings legal, as long as you don't get caught"
And the walls came down
All the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell
Some place by Rahwey Prison they ran out of gas
The undercover cop had cornered the, said
"Boy you didn't think this could last?"
Jan jumped out of bed, said, "There's someplace I gotta go"
She took the gun out of the drawer, said, "It's best that you don't know"
The undercover cop was found face down in a field
The Monkey Man was on the river bridge, using Tweeter as a shield
Jan said to the Monkey Man "I'm not fooled by Tweeter's curl
I knew him long before he became a Jersey Girl"
And the walls came down
All the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell
Now the town of Jersey City is quieting down again
I'm sitting in a gambling club called the Lion's Den
The TV set was blown up, every bit of it is gone
Ever since the nightly news showed that the Monkey Man was on
I guess I'll go to Florida and get myself some sun
There aint no more opportunity here, everything's been done
Sometimes I think of Tweeter, sometimes I think of Jan
Sometimes I don't think about nothing but the Monkey Man
And the walls came down
All the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell
CANVI
DE GUÀRDIA( Changing of the guards)
Setze
anys.
Setze
banderes unides en el camp de batalla
on
el bon pastor es lamenta.
Homes
desesperats,
dones
desesperades dividides
que
estenen les seves ales
sota
les fulles caigudes dels arbres.
La
fortuna ens crida.
Vaig
fer una passa al front.
Venia
de les ombres
i
anava cap a la Plaça del Mercat
on
vaig trobar-me lladres
i
mercaders afamats de poder.
El
meu últim negoci va fracassar.
Ella
olora dolça
com
els prats que la van veure néixer
el
día de la revetlla de Sant Joan,
molt
a prop de la torre.
Aquesta
lluna de sang freda.
El
capità espera fora de la festa.
Envia
els seus pensaments a la seva estimada doncella
amb
el seu rostre de banús
que
està més enllà del que pot transmetre.
El
capità està abatut però encara pensa
que
el seu amor podrà ser restituït.
I
a ella li van afaitar el cap.
Va
ser destripada enmig de Júpiter i Apol.lo.
Un
missatger va arribar.
Portava
un russinyol negre .
La
vaig veure a les escales
i
no vaig poder evitar seguir-la,
seguir-la
fins passada la font
on
ells li van treure el vel -
Em
vaig entrebancar amb els meus peus.
Vaig
cavalcar deixant enrere
la
destrucció de les trinxeres.
Tenia
els punts en carn viva curant-se
sota
un tatuatge en forma de cor.
Capellans
renegats
i
joves i pèrfides bruixes
estan
repartint les flors
que
jo et vaig portar.
El
palau dels grans miralls
on
els gossos soldats queden reflectits.
El
camí no té cap final.
Sento
el repicar de les campanes.
Les
habitacions buïdes
on
el seu record
queda
protegit
On
les veus dels àngels parlen
a
les ànimes dels temps antics.
Ella
el desperta,
quaranta-vuit
hores després
quan
el sol encara està sortint
a
prop de cadenes trencades,
llor
de muntanya
i
roques que roden.
Ella
implora saber
quines
mesures pendrà el capità.
Ell
la tira al terra
mentre
ella s´aferra
als
seus llargs i daurats rínxols.
Ell
va dir:
Senyors
meus: No necessito
la
seva organització.
He
enllustrat les seves sabates.
He
mogut les seves muntanyes.
He
marcat les seves cartes.
Però
Senyors …
el
Paradís està cremant.
O
estan preparats per l´aniquil.lació
o
els seus cors
hauran
de tenir el coratge
per
afrontar
el
canvi de guàrdia.
I
aleshores la Pau arribarà
amb
tota la calma i esplendor
muntada
en carros de foc.
Però
no portarà cap recompensa
quan
caiguin els seus falsos ídols
i
la mort cruel es rendeixi
amb
el seu pàl.lid fantasma
replegant-se
entre
el Rei i la Reina d´Espases
Sixteen
years
Sixteen banners united over the field
Where the good shepherd grieves
Desperate men, desperate women divided
Spreading their wings 'neath falling leaves.
Fortune calls
I stepped forth from the shadows to the marketplace
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down
She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born
On midsummer's eve near the tower.
The cold-blooded moon
The captain waits above the celebration
Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
Whose ebony face is beyond communication
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.
They shaved her head
She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale
I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow
Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.
I stumbled to my feet
I rode past destruction in the ditches
With the stitches still mending beneath a heart-shaped tattoo
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you.
The palace of mirrors
Where dog soldiers are reflected
The endless road and the wailing of chimes
The empty rooms where her memory is protected
Where the angel's voices whisper to the souls of previous times.
She wakes him up
Forty-eight hours later the sun is breaking
Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks
She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking
He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks.
Sixteen banners united over the field
Where the good shepherd grieves
Desperate men, desperate women divided
Spreading their wings 'neath falling leaves.
Fortune calls
I stepped forth from the shadows to the marketplace
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down
She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born
On midsummer's eve near the tower.
The cold-blooded moon
The captain waits above the celebration
Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
Whose ebony face is beyond communication
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.
They shaved her head
She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale
I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow
Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.
I stumbled to my feet
I rode past destruction in the ditches
With the stitches still mending beneath a heart-shaped tattoo
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you.
The palace of mirrors
Where dog soldiers are reflected
The endless road and the wailing of chimes
The empty rooms where her memory is protected
Where the angel's voices whisper to the souls of previous times.
She wakes him up
Forty-eight hours later the sun is breaking
Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks
She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking
He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks.
Gentlemen,
he said I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning either brace yourself for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.
Peace will come
With tranquillity and splendor on the wheels of fire
But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall
And cruel death surrenders with it's pale ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords.
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning either brace yourself for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.
Peace will come
With tranquillity and splendor on the wheels of fire
But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall
And cruel death surrenders with it's pale ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords.
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