"Don't think twice it's alright" de Bob Dylan

Cuando Robert Allen Zimmerman decidió un día que iba a sacudir el mundo seguramente no pensó las consecuencias que traería consigo el cambio que dio a la concepción que las personas a su alrededor tenían de la música. Abandonó Minnesota, pero ya llevaba bajo el brazo el bluegrass y el country que le sirvieron para construir una música que sorprendió a las primeras personas que le escucharon. Esta canción me llega, ya Dylan llegó a decir que era "a statement that maybe you can say to make yourself feel better... as if you were talking to yourself"...

It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don't matter, anyhow
An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don't know by now
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm trav'lin' on
Don't think twice, it's all right

It ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
An' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
I'm on the dark side of the road
Still I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin' anyway
So don't think twice, it's all right

It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
Like you never did before
It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
I can't hear you any more
I'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' all the way down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I'm told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don't think twice, it's all right

I'm walkin' down that long, lonesome road, babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
But goodbye's too good a word, gal
So I'll just say fare thee well
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice, it's all right

"My hands are shaking" de Sondre Lerche

Travelling back has kinda been hard on me. I don´t want to spoil it but-- no quería volver... I speak myself to sleep with ideas about living in NYC. I didn´t remember it very well, I remember been on WTC, the Natural History Museum, the yellow cabs. I remember being too young to watch to go to see "Rent"... But now it has taken up a parcel of my brain, my dreams, my heart. Stealth, gritty, tough, selfpreservation, individualism, "kill or be killed" philosophy es lo que hace que esta ciudad sea tan difícil de vivir, no es una ciudad simpática como otras norteamericanas, ni siquiera hablando de ciudades europeas. NY es antipática como París. Es fría y calculadora y espera a que te duermas, confiada, para golpearte. Pero a pesar de todo, al cabo de unos días, la otra cara de NY se me apareció. Es indescriptible, I'll do my best: a mí me pilló por sorpresa en Washington Square Park, un parque de estudiantes (está al lado de la facultad de derecho de NYU) y lectores en general donde fui a avanzar en "The amazing adventures of Kavalier and Clay" (ganador del premio Pulitzer y lectura obligatoria de toda persona que bebe de la explosión cultural de la posguerra, el "Americana" feeling como se suele decir). Estaba allí sentada en un muy caluroso día de verano, compartiendo sombra y banco con un completo desconocido cuando de repente, me di cuenta de que por primera vez estaba exactamente en el sitio en el que quería estar. No quería estar en Mad, por un momento no estaba estudiando derecho and all that crap, no estaba preocupada por nada, estaba en la ciudad que había escogido para pasar el verano, después de trabajar, sin hambre y sin sed y leyendo por primera vez en mucho tiempo un libro que merecía la pena haber sido imprimido (lately, una rareza..). Creo que esa sensación, en el momento en que you realize it, es poderosísima... ahora la persigo aquí en Mad...

[Una nota musical por un compositor noruego meritorio..


My hand are shaking
From carryin' this torch
From carryin' this torch for you

My lips are bleeding
From kissin' you goodbye
From kissin' you goodbye every night

My sheets are tearin'
From sleepin' in too long
From sleepin' in too long with you

My hands are shakin'
From carryin' this torch
From carryin' this torch for you

My head is where
It's always been
If only I'd ...

My feet can't stand
That ground no more
It seems that I don't care

My hands are shakin'
From carryin' this torch
From carryin' this torch for you

My lips are bleedin'
From kissin' you goodbye
From kissin' you goodbye every night

My heart is poundin'
Yes yes yes
My mind just second guess
My love is so
Articulate
But I am such a mess

My hands are shakin'
From carryin' this torch
From carryin' this torch for you

My lips are bleedin'
From kissin' you goodbye
From kissin' you goodbye
It's all that I do

My sheets are tearin'
From sleepin' in too long
From sleepin' in too long with you

My hands are shakin'
From carryin' this torch
From carryin' this torch for you...]