Bob Dylan,s "I want You" y mucho más
Escuché esta maravillosa cancion de gran fuerza e intensidad emotiva con el doble LP Blonde on Blonde del año 1966. Dylan da rienda suelta a su esencial folk-rock. Tenía muchas otras estupendas canciones como "Just like a woman" "Pledging my time" "Temporary like Achilles"(Achilles resultaba ser un escorpión) "Obviusly 5 believers" la surrealista "Visios of Johanna", casi todas las canciones lo son, el "Memphis Blues Again" y una larga, repetitiva y super estupenda cancion de hipnótica melodia "Sad-Eyed Lady of de Lowlands" que cuenta la leyenda (historia ?) de una mística monja española ( Sor María Jesús de Ágreda) que nunca salió de su clausura y que los indigenas de California aseguran haber visto (a modo de fenómeno de bilocación?) y recibido de ella ayuda y consuelo. Por su parte, la maravillosa "I want you", una de mis favoritas aunque, la verdad, entre tan extraordinarias canciones es dificil decidirse, es un ejemplo claro de que Dylan también sabía escribir pop y, aunque no era su fuerte, canciones bien tratadas en su aspecto melódico.
Todas las canciones manifiestan la categoría y talento de uno de los más influyentes compositores de la segunda mitad del siglo XX, el gran compositor y poeta Mr. Robert Zimmerman.
"I want you"
The guilty undertaker sighs,
The lonesome organ grinder cries,
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you.
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn,
But it's not that way,
I wasn't born to lose you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.
The drunken politician leaps
Upon the street where mothers weep
And the saviors who are fast asleep,
They wait for you.
And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin' from my broken cup
And ask me to
Open up the gate for you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.
Now all my fathers, they've gone down
True love they've been without it.
But all their daughters put me down
'Cause I don't think about it.
Well, I return to the Queen of Spades
And talk with my chambermaid.
She knows that I'm not afraid
To look at her.
She is good to me
And there's nothing she doesn't see.
She knows where I'd like to be
But it doesn't matter.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.
Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit,
He spoke to me, I took his flute.
No, I wasn't very cute to him,
Was I?
But I did it, though, because he lied
Because he took you for a ride
And because time was on his side
And because I . . .
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.
