Sympathy for the devil - The Rolling Stones

Permiteme un poco de debilidad, un instante de depresión. Un poco de dolor en el alma. reconocimiento de humanidad. Miedo del dolor. Miedo de perder. Miedo de no poder...
No es simpatía. Ni es solidaridad. Ni es temor o compañerismo. Ni siquiera es aprendizaje.
Hoy me tuve compasión y tuve temor de lo que vendrá.
Y de repente fui niño un poquito. Fui humano un ratito. Y fui más fuerte que cuando grito con euforia.
Contracorriente por favor. Al menos una vez más.

Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
Ive been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I was round when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around st. petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a generals rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
cause Im in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or Ill lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, whats my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, whats my name
I tell you one time, youre to blame

How can I stop - The Rolling Stones

Existe la formula, lo sé bien, pero no solo debo mirar a otro lado, sino también debería cerrar la puerta, sino no hay forma.
Cada vez que quiere entra y sale sonriendo y solo deja un manojo de nervios y esa sensación de vacío en el estómago (viejos celos inexplicables, pero celos del pasado, no del presente) que quiero ahogar de alguna forma.
Seguro que no quiero buscar el final y por eso dejo entreabierto todo. Todo.
Y se me va a colar el frío y la revancha que se le debe.

You offer me
All your love and sympathy
Sweet affection baby
It's killing me

'Cause baby baby
Can't you see
How could I stop
Once I start baby

How could I stop once I start
How could I stop
Yeah yeah
How could I stop once I start

You look at me
But I don't know what you see
A reflection baby
Of what I want to be

I see your face
And I want to roll with it

But how could I stop
Baby how could I stop
How could I stop
Stop it, stop it

If I could, I'd take
you all the way
Baby, baby listen what I say
There's even some things
That I just would not pay

'Cause how could I stop
If I start babe
How could I stop
If I start
Start with you

How could I stop
If I start, baby
How could I stop
If I start with you

It's too easy to lay
here at your feet
I couldn't take the heat
There's somewhere else
Maybe you should go
Baby maybe baby
just a further down
the road
How could I stop
If I start with you baby
How could I stop
How could I stop
Once I start

You

tell me baby
Once I've started with you
How could I stop
Once I start

Stop, stop, stop

Connection - The Rolling Stones

Nunca me he sentido tan invencible, tan perfecto, tan completo y tan oportuno.
Fui múltiple, cuidadoso y envidiable. Nunca gané en forma tan aplastante. Nunca tuve menos años y más swing. Dudo que pueda repetir una performance tan perfecta, donde todos estaban literalmente en mis pies, me admiraban y se reían conmigo y yo de todos y ellos de mi.
Los 5 niños fueron el espectáculo, pero hice de maestro de ceremonias y robé el show. Dudo haber sido tan feliz alguna vez, y creo que es necesario marcar el hito.
Hasta aquí hemos llegado, y más lejos todavía hay que llegar.
Si desde hoy no mejoro en algo, es que ya no tengo redención posible.

Connection, i just can't make no
connection, but all i want to do, is to get back to you.
Everything is going in the wrong direction
the doctor wants to give me more injections
giving me shots for a thousand rare infections
and i don't know if he'll let me go.
Connection, i just can't make no
connection, but all i want to do, is to get back to you.
My bags, they get a very close inspection
i wonder why it is that they suspect 'em
they're dying to add me to their collection
and i don't know if they'll let me go.
Connection, i just can't make no
connection, but all i want to do, is to get back to you.

Shine a light - The Rolling Stones

Esta vez no me toca estar equivocado.
Esta vez debe ser cierto y no solo una impresión.
Lo que se ve bien, se deja como estaba.
Ese gesto tuyo fue malinterpretado de mi parte. Mal hecho y lo repararé.
Siempre tuve miedo a esa reacción, pero es la ideal para tí.
No aparezco para repasar recuerdos dolorosos que solo a mi me interesan.
Vuelvo a aparecer solo para mirar de vez en cuando.
Y llego el momento de perderme un poco nuevamente.
Y solo mirar de vez en cuando.

Saw you stretched out in room ten-o-nine
With a smile on your face
And a tear right in your eye
Couldnt see to get a line on you
My sweet honey love
Berber jewelry jangling down the street
Make you shut your eyes at every woman that you meet
Couldn not seem to get a high on you
My sweet honey love

May the good lord shine a light on you
Make every song your favourite tune
May the good lord shine a light on you
Warm like the evening sun

Well, youre drunk in the alley, baby
With your clothes all torn
And your late night friends
Leave you in the cold grey dawn
Just seemed too many flies on you
I just cant brush them off
Angels beating all their wings in time
With smiles on their faces
And a gleam right in their eyes
Thought I heard one sigh for you
Come on up, come on up, now
Come on up, now

May the good lord shine a light on you
Make every song you sing your favourite tune
May the good lord shine a light on you
Warm like the evening sun

You can't always get what you want - The Rolling Stones

Si me habré puesto a cantar este tema hace años cuando tenía alguna frustración (de lo que sea) o algo de melancolía. El ritmo y la letra siempre fueron una especie de "tristeza para aprender". No es una canción para resignarse, sino para mecerse en las redes de los recuerdos y los sueños perdidos.

Hoy fue un día contradictorio y ni tengo ganas de hablar de los mismos temas, ni creo que sea necesario hacerlo.

No será el viernes que uno quiere tener, pero si tuviera todo lo que quiero, mi vida sería insostenible, así que voy peleandolo poco a poco, y lo que no se logra, pues paciencia. De un fracaso siempre ha salido alguna cosa nueva, y es más interesante complicarse que aburrirse.

I saw her today at a reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she would meet her connection
At her feet was her footloose man

No, you can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
And if you try sometime you find
You get what you need

I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she was gonna meet her connection
At her feet was her footloose man

You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you might find
You get what you need

Oh yeah, hey hey hey, oh...

And I went down to the demonstration
To get my fair share of abuse
Singing, "We're gonna vent our frustration
If we don't we're gonna blow a 50-amp fuse"
Sing it to me now...

You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes well you just might find
You get what you need
Oh baby, yeah, yeah!

I went down to the Chelsea drugstore
To get your prescription filled
I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy
And man, did he look pretty ill
We decided that we would have a soda
My favorite flavor, cherry red
I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy
Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was "dead"
I said to him

You can't always get what you want, no!
You can't always get what you want (tell ya baby)
You can't always get what you want (no)
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You get what you need
Oh yes! Woo!

You get what you need--yeah, oh baby!
Oh yeah!

I saw her today at the reception
In her glass was a bleeding man
She was practiced at the art of deception
Well I could tell by her blood-stained hands

You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need

You can't always get what you want (no, no baby)
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need, ah yes...

Memory Motel - The Rolling Stones

Es bizarro reiniciar así, directo al corazón, directo a las debilidades del alma, con las propias contradicciones de siempre.
De extrañar lo que no se tuvo, y desear lo que causó placer pero nada más. Y no quiero nada más.
Más si se siente debilidad acompañado, si es la resaca del placer la que me reubica en tiempo pasado, es la insatisfacción del vacío supongo. Aquel lugar común que visité contigo.
No pensaba llevarte pero lo hice, no pensaba regresar y allí estuve. Y allí estaré supongo. Porque nada me dice que haré mañana si que voy a querer.
Más que abrazar un rato tu espalda.

Hannah honey was a peachy kind of girl
Her eyes were hazel
And her nose were slightly curved
We spent a lonely night at the Memory Motel
It's on the ocean, I guess you know it well
It took a starry NIGHT to steal my breath away
Down on the water front
Her hair all drenched in spray

Hannah baby was a honey of a girl
Her eyes were hazel
And her teeth were slightly curved
She took my guitar and she began to play
She sang a song to me
Stuck right in my brain

You're just a memory of a love
That used to be
You're just a memory of a love
That used to mean so much to me

She got a mind of her own
And she use it well
Well she's one of a kind
She's got a mind
She got a mind of her own
And she use it mighty fine

She drove a pick-up truck
Painted green and blue
The tires were wearing thin
She turned a mile or two
When I asked her where she headed for
"Back up to Boston I'm singing in a bar"
I got to fly today on down to Baton Rouge
My nerves are shot already
The road ain't all that smooth
Across in Texas is the rose of San Antone
I keep on a feeling that's gnawing in my bones

You're just a memory of a love
That used to mean so much to me
You're just a memory girl
You're just a sweet memory
And it used to mean so much to me
Sha la la la la

She got a mind of her own
And she use it well
Mighty fine, she's one of a kind

On the seventh day my eyes were all a glaze
We've been ten thousand miles
Been in fifteen states
Every woman seemed to fade out of my mind
I hit the bottle and hit the sack and cried
What's all this laughter on the 22nd floor
It's just some friends of mine
And they're busting down the door
It’s Been a lonely night at the Memory Motel

Thru and thru - The Rolling Stones

Hace rato que no fui tan gracioso ¿no? Creo que fue un buen reencuentro. Y estoy orgulloso de ello. Lamento el cansancio del cuerpo, pero no es nada, de veras que se pasa rápido y mañana será un día de aprender.
Me pasó el tiempo por encima, y estoy un poco retrasado, pero me estoy organizando ¿si? Estaré allí más seguido, cuando me necesites y cuando yo te necesite a tí.
Y ese es el trato. Si te parece.

You know that we do take away
We deliver too
Open 24 hours babe
Just waiting on a call from you
Waiting on a call from you

Well Im in the yellow pages
You just take a look
Look me up under services
You know its just an open book
Babe its just an open book
Its just an open book
Well baby

Any minute, any hour
Im waiting on a call from you
And you know this heart is constant
Im your lover, baby
Thru and thru
Lover, baby, thru and thru

I only found out yesterday
I heard it on the news
What I heard really pissed me off
Cause now I got those fucking blues
I got those awesome blues
Babe I got those nothing blues

Any minute, any hour
Im waiting on a call from you
And you know this heart is constant
Im your lover, baby
Thru and thru
Lover, baby, thru and thru

You know that we do take-away
That we deliver, too
Were open 24 hours, baby
Were waiting on a call from you
But any minute, baby, any hour
Im waiting on a call from you
You know that this heart is constant
Im your lover, baby
Thru and thru
Lover, baby, thru and thru
Lover, baby, thru and thru
Lover, baby, thru and thru

Let it bleed - The Rolling Stones

Aunque salí a correr y casi las piernas fallan en un par de ocasiones, me puse un poco sucio y quise recordar y sentir algo de lujuria y humedad. Quise recorar olores y pasiones. Y poco queda pero algo queda.
No me tomes a mal Negrita, ese fue un capítulo glorioso antes de ser un momento atribulado, pero mi memoria sigue un poco amarga... y desea otras cosas de tí que no son carnales, y son aún más supremas.
Verte me dejó nostálgico, pero también un poco excitado de recuerdos. Recuerdos.

Well, we all need someone we can lean on
And if you want it, you can lean on me
Yeah, we all need someone we can lean on
And if you want it, you can lean on me

She said, "My breasts, they will always be open
Baby, you can rest your weary head right on me
And there will always be a space in my parking lot
When you need a little coke and sympathy"

Yeah, we all need someone we can dream on
And if you want it, baby, well you can dream on me
Yeah, we all need someone we can cream on
And if you want to, well you can cream on me

I was dreaming of a steel guitar engagement
When you drunk my health in scented jasmine tea
But you knifed me in my dirty filthy basement
With that jaded, faded, junky nurse

Oh what pleasant company

We all need someone we can feed on
And if you want it, well you can feed on me
Take my arm, take my leg, oh baby don't you take my head

Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on
Yeah, and if you want it, baby, well you can bleed on me
Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on
Yeah, yeah, and if you want it, baby, why don'cha bleed on me
All over

Ahh, get it on rider, get it on rider , get it on rider
You can bleed all over me
Get it on rider , get it on rider, get it on rider
You can cum all over me

Live with me - The Rolling Stones

Te animas? No sería tan complicado... solo hay que dejarse llevar, y no ponerse ninguna limitación. Y gozar de lo bueno que tenemos antes de ponernos viejos y gordos.
Te animas? Entre tus sábanas?

I got nasty habits,
I take tea at three
Yes, and the meat
I eat for dinner
Must be hung up for a week
My best friend, he shoots water rats
And feeds them to his geese
Don'cha think there's a place for you
In between the sheets?
Come on now, honey
We can build a home for three
Come on now, honey
Don't you wanna live with me?

And there's a score of harebrained children
They're all locked in the nursery
They got earphone heads they got dirty necks
They're so 20th century
Well they queue up for the bathroom '
Round about 7:35
Don'cha think we need a woman's touch to make it come alive?
You'd look good pram pushing
Down the high street
Come on now, honey
Don't you wanna live with me?

Whoa, the servants they're so helpful, dear
The cook she is a whore
Yes, the butler has a place for her
Behind the pantry door
The maid, she's French, she's got no sense
She's wild for Crazy Horse
And when she strips, the chauffeur flips
The footman's eyes get crossed
Don'cha think there's a place for us
Right across the street
Don'cha think there's a place for you,
In between the sheets?

Wild horses - The Rolling Stones

No importe la pena que me de a veces, o la nostagia, o la calentura, o la sed. Está bien así y no quiero vivir de recuerdos, no quiero mantener esos sabores en mi boca, no quiero esas imágenes tristes en mi cabeza.
No quiero.
No me gustó ese sueño, debería haber sido como mi cabeza lo prefiere: un abrazo, un restablecimiento de confianza, no esas mordidas llenas de dolor, no esas falsas esperanzas mías de ser extrañado, incluso, de ser único. No hay tal.
Pero el sabor ese sigue... no debería ser así, ya debería ser una etapa superada, y yo que creo estarte dando lo mejor de mi. Mi ausencia.

Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you
Graceless lady you know who I am
You know I can't let you slide through my hands
Wild horses, couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away

I watched you suffer a dull aching pain
Now you decided to show me the same
No sweeping exits or off stage lines
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind
Wild horses, couldn't drag me away
Wild wild horses couldn't drag me away

I know I've dreamed you a sin and a lie
I have my freedom but I don't have much time
Faith has been broken tears must be cried
Let's do some living after we die
Wild horses, couldn't drag me away
Wild wild horses we'll ride them someday
Wild horses, couldn't drag me away
Wild wild horses we'll ride them someday

Paint it black - The Rolling Stones

No todo lo que viene de negro, es malo. No todo lo malo vienen pintado de negro. Hay humores personales que parecen negros y no son tanto, hay sonrisas que son maliciosas y peligrosas, y por tanto, mucho peores.
Aunque suelo sentirme un poco cansado para la joda, me siento bien conmigo mismo al respecto, no quiero salir corriendo para volver deprimido, no quiero mas oscilaciones incontrolables. No quiero más delirios de persecusión.
Será que te lo debo todo a ti, y uds también, pequeños seres, siempre los tendré en mente en mi próxima tentación.

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens ev'ry day

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you

If I look hard enough into the settin' sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

Hmm, hmm, hmm,...

I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah!

Gimme shelter - Rolling Stones

Hola de regreso.
Algún rockero subnormal hace muchos años, dijo que no sería bueno traer niños al mundo, que ya era demasiado apestoso como para castigar a alguien más... y aunque hay instantes en que tiene razón, el 99% de las veces en que pienso en ello, fue la mejor idea que he podido tener. El 1% restante son de esos estúpidos momentos en que me domina el instinto.
Sostengo que es en la niñez donde se halla la mejor etapa de la persona, que la conciencia y vida adulta de las cosas no puede ser mejor... no siempre... casi nunca.
Bueno, este es uno de mis retornos, y espero que el siguiente viaje sea breve, y nuestra convivencia sea larga y sobre todo, te acuerdes de mi, y me sonrías pronto, y no hayas crecido tanto, y no te acostumbres a mis ausencias, solo aprovecha mis retornos, hasta que deje de navegar. Pues ya me dí cuenta.

Oh, a storm is threat'ning
My very life today
If I don't get some shelter
Oh yeah, I'm gonna fade away

War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away

Ooh, see the fire is sweepin'
Our very street today
Burns like a red coal carpet
Mad bull lost your way
War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
Rape, murder!
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away

The floods is threat'ning
My very life today
Gimme, gimme shelter
Or I'm gonna fade away

War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away

I tell you love, sister, it's just a kiss away
It's just a kiss away
Kiss away, kiss away

Time waits for no one - Rolling Stones

Hola Migue

Hey... al menos podemos mover los dedos, que días tan aplastantes.
Ahora me tocó despedirme de unos amigos, gracias, fue un buen año y creo que quedamos conformes, ahora los dejo machucarse a gusto y espacio. El tiempo es tan cruel que ni me dará tiempo a la nostalgia. Y otro paso más, y otro, y así se hará el camino.

Son buenos tipos individualmente, demostré lo improbable como alcanzable, superé la expectativa, y encima rompí todo lo que quise. Les dejo mi corazón en venta y les prometo volver siempre.

Pero me quedo mejor con la impresión del regreso, tus gorjeos y las sonrisas con saliva, me pierdo dos semanas más de esas cosas, y el tiempo no espera por nadie, ni devuelve, ni adelanta ni discrimina, siempre estoy yendo y viniendo, y me estoy empezando a molestar de estas perdidas.
Eso... y un beso de buenas noches.

Yes, star crossed in pleasure the stream flows on by.
Yes, as we're sated in leisure, we watch it fly.

And time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me.
And time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me.

Time can tear down a building or destroy a woman's face.
Hours are like diamonds, don't let them waste.

Time waits for no one, no favours has he.
Time waits for no one, and he won't wait for me.

Men, they build towers to their passing yes, to their fame everlasting.
Here he comes chopping and reaping, hear him laugh at their cheating.

And time waits for no man, and it won't wait for me.
Yes, time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me.

Drink in your summer, gather your corn.
The dreams of the night time will vanish by dawn.

And time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me.
And time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me.

Salt of the earth - The Rolling Stones

Vamos a brindar por lo que se acaba, pero más que todo por lo que viene. Sin quedarse a mirar para atrás.
Un brindis por mis héroes trabajadores-humanos, por el que sigue casado aunque sabe que es una batalla perdida, por la madre que deja todo por su hij@, por la mujer que da el cuerpo para tener amor, por el que enseña sin interés.
Por el que comparte lo poco que tiene. Por los que no envidian y regalan, por los que me han perdonado por algo que les hice. Por los que no lo harán jamás.
Por la Negrita que mi alma extraña tanto, por el Migue y su mamá, por los Monks y la joyería. Por los que acaban de llegar y ya enredan agradablemente mi vida. Por los lejanos que son tan geniales.
Por los niños que veo trabajar a diario, por los que trabajarán para que otros se diviertan, por los creadores, por los consumidores. Por los graciosos. Por los jodidos. Por los inconformes. Por los que sonríen.
Voy a brindar por ellos y a quedarme en dulces sueños, pues la prisa me va a abandonar por una noche, porque la melancolía merece soledad.
Salud a tod@s. Querrámonos. Cuidémonos. No nos olvidemos de nosotros.

Lets drink to the hard working people
Lets drink to the lowly of birth
Raise your glass to the good and the evil
Lets drink to the salt of the earth

Say a prayer for the common foot soldier
Spare a thought for his back breaking work
Say a prayer for his wife and his children
Who burn the fires and who still till the earth

And when i search a faceless crowd
a swirling mass of gray and
black and white
they don't look real to me
in fact, they look so strange

Raise your glass to the hard working people
Lets drink to the uncounted heads
Lets think of the wavering millions
Who need leaders but get gamblers instead

Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter
His empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows
And a parade of the gray suited grafters
A choice of cancer or polio

And when i search a faceless crowd
A swirling mass of gray and
Black and white
They don't look real to me
In fact, they look so strange

Lets drink to the hard working people
Lets think of the lowly of birth
Spare a thought for the rag taggy people
Lets drink to the salt of the earth

No expectations - The Rolling Stones

Debe ser uno de los primeros blue de los Stones que me conmovió, sin saber mucho de que trataba, suena realmente triste sin necesidad de traducción. Ahora no me sale de la cabeza.
¿Habrá alguna forma de detener la nostalgia? Yo creo que por ahora es mejor poner distancia geográfica y con eso enfrían un tanto las cosas. Je, difícil de creer en semejante mentira.
Me admira mi capacidad de ser tan tridimensional y que la posibilidad de quedar sin un apoyo me confunda tanto, y el instinto queme sigue presionando... algo no está bien. Eso no está nada bien.
Ya sería hora de dejar esto de lado, de tomar el avión y dejarme llevar, no tengo esperanzas de volver de nuevo por allí nunca más.

Take me to the station and put me on a train
I've got no expectations to pass through here again
Once I was a rich man and now I am so poor
But never in my sweet, short life have I felt like this before

Your heart is like a diamond, you throw your pearls at swine
And as I watch you leaving me, you pack my peace of mind

Our love was like the water that splashes on a stone
Our love was like our music, it's here and then it's gone
So take me to the airport and put me on a plane
I've got no expectations to pass through here again

Dead Flowers - The Rolling Stones

Siempre vuelvo a los Stones... es como volver a las raíces mismas.
Hace una semana encontré un ranking de esos típicos gringos, en los que pedían identificar el mejor tema de rompimiento de los Stones, y coincido, que mejor que Dead Flowers. Un fresco tema que tiene mi misma edad.
Espero haber cerrado esta puerta de una vez... que poca madre me queda a veces... hasta soy carente de piedad, de disimulo. Pero era hora de terminarlo, hay otra prioridad más importante, y las cosas se estaban chocando. Sé que no quieres amistad ni nada, otra vez a esperar meses o años para recuperar algunas cosas, pero aqui vale la honestidad y mucho no me importa, ya estaba cansado del acoso. Es lindo al principio... es tortuoso al final.

Well, when you're sitting there
In your silk upholstered chair
Talking to some rich folks that you know
Well I hope you won't see me
In my ragged company
You know I could never be alone

Carecemos de ambientes comunes, discutimos demasiado, somos pesimistas.

Well, you're sitting back
In your pink Cadillac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby Day
I'll be in my basement room
With a needle and a spoon
And another girl can take my pain away

Nos estamos poniendo reiterativos, nos estamos jodiendo, en el fondo, solo es pagano sentido del placer.

Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the Queen of the Underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flower by the US mail
Say it with dead flowers at my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
No I won't forget to put roses on your grave

Adiós, costará algo más tengo la impresión, pero valdrá la pena, no por estar lejos de tí, sino por estar más cerca de mi. Jejeje que mentirosos somos los hombres.
Para vos, Reyna.

Blinded by Rainbows - The Rolling Stones

Viene de mi mejor época con los Stones: los principios de los 90. Cada momento era para descubrir una nueva joya, ya llevaba algunos años escuchándolos, y como en la mayoría de las grandes bandas, se vive mejor en el pasado que en el presente... (mira que descubrimiento si digo que también en el amor).
Lo lindo con los Stones, es que de vez en cuando te rajan la cara de un manotazo, con un gran disco directo a los intestinos, y Voodoo Lounge (1994) es un gran disco aunque le sobren un par de temas. Blinded by rainbows esta en el podio de esa joya.
Me emociona ver a los Stones en sus momentos de debilidad, maduros pero jóvenes, contradictorios como viven y son. Como soy yo también. Y son mejores cuando hablan de la edad, la muerte y el aprendizaje, pues mientras más débil se pone uno, menos probable es que te guste desafiar al mundo o tener creencias conflictivas. Porque nadie quiere estar solo, salvo en pequeños instantes.
Para ser conciente y afirmar un poco más los pies en la tierra. Porque nunca iremos al cielo.

Did you ever feel the blast
As the Semtex bomb goes off
Do you ever hear the screams
As the limbs are all torn off
Did you ever kiss the child
Who just saw his father shot
Do you ever shed a tear
As the war drags on and on

Do you ever touch the night
Or is it just another job
Do you fear the final hours
Put down paradise as lost

Do you ever fear the night
Could it be the war is lost
Do you fear the final hours
Do you kneel before the cross

You're blinded by rainbows
And I'm watching the wind blow
Blinded by rainbows
Do you dream at night
Do you scream at night
do you smell of fear
Is your conscience clear
Are you caked in sweat

Are your clothes all wet
Do you see the light
Is the end in sight
See the face of Christ
Enter paradise
I doubt it

Jumpin' Jack Flash - The Rolling Stones

Como buen hereje, mi separación de la iglesia empezó al ir a misa, la odio-odiaba-odiaré como ceremonia absurda y manierista, pero había que sobrellevarla cuando en imprescindible, y claro, la música me da la posibilidad de hacerlo.
Por eso llevo siempre el mente el riff de Jumpin' Jack Flash... el hijo del demonio, el alumno de los delincuentes. Así me fugo, rompo todo, y encima, pongo cara de feliz en la iglesia. Nada mejor que los Stones para hacerte sentir la libertad de la rebeldía y el sexo, el placer y el desprecio.
No creo que nadie con cadera y genitales pueda evitar moverse cuando entre la guitarra y los redobles de tambor... no se eviten ese placer... vienen los Stones, escondan a las niñas¡¡¡¡¡ A celebrar.
Esa boca no la vas a olvidar más.

I was born in a cross-fire hurricane
And I howled at my ma in the driving rain
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all right now, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash
It's a gas! Gas! Gas!

I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag
I was schooled with a strap right across my back
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all right now, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash
It's a gas! Gas! Gas!

I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead
I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled
I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread
I was crowned with a spike right thru my head
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all right now, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash
It's a gas! Gas! Gas!
Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas

Ruby Tuesday - The Rolling Stones

Todo tiene un final, todo termina...
Pero quedan las mejores sensaciones de aquellos encuentros furtivos, intensos, generosos, apasionados, casi desesperados, inolvidables por siempre.
Hay que tomarse cada una de las cosas en la vida en serio, así sepamos a priori que son causas perdidas, a lo mejor sacamos enseñanzas tan buenas que hagan que el dolor sea agradable, o al menos (sin masoquismos) haya valido la pena.
Gracias Ojos Claros, era evidente que el genio explotaría la lampara, yo tampoco me creo apto para seguir así, pero fue tan bueno que debo ser egoísta con mis recuerdos y guardarlos bien y muy adentro.
Para tí van los Stones... la primera canción que me conmovió de ellos, 20 años después se hace cierta...

She would never say where she came from
Yesterady don't matter if it's gone
While the sun is bright or
In the darkest night
No one knows
She comes and go
Goodbye Ruby Tuesday, who could hang a name on you?
When you change with ev'ry new day
Still I'm gonna miss you

Nos conocemos... o no tanto? Bueno, seré mejor salir de aquí caminando. Hasta la próxima vez.

Tumblin' Dice - The Rolling Stones

Que curioso fin de semana. Hoy tengo ganas de bambolearme un poco con rock negro y de sonido sucio, claro, que mejor que los Stones.
Tumblin' Dice es mi temazo desde que es poco conocido fuera de los fans, no es un hit con estribillo pegadizo, y tiene una letra jodona y provocadora. El disco Exile en Main Street me lo regaló mi hermano (el ni idea, me dio el dinero y ya) cuando yo realmente no tenía dinero pero amigos, alcohol y tertulia no me faltaban. Cita 1991.
Tenía buenos amigos pero ya pocos quedaron rockeros... De ahi que, en lugar de una pareja, quería a una cómplice y eso a veces es incompatible con el amor, hasta que el amor te cambia de idea y quieres ser un tipo normal... pero bueno, un verdadero rocker sigue siendo el mismo en alma, corazón y actitud, por eso estoy donde y como estoy.
Por creer en estas jodonas canciones stone 15 años después.

'Cause all you women is low down gamblers,
Cheatin' like I don't know how,
But baby, baby, there's fever in the funk house now.
This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a itchin',
You know you know the duece is still wild.
Baby, I can't stay, you got to roll me
And call me the tumblin' dice.
Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry,
Don't you see the time flashin' by.
Honey, got no money, I'm all sixes and sevens and nines.
Say now, baby, I'm the rank outsider,
You can be my partner in crime. But baby, I can't stay,
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin',
Roll me and call me the tumblin' dice.