Poco a poco el disco entero va apareciendo en mis cuadernos -aquí y aquí-. Un disco, por cierto, lleno de desesperanza y dolor cuando uno se pone a bucear en las letras y a tratar de comprender el sentido completo de la obra que presentaron allá por el '76. Esta que hoy abordo era la última de la cara A y la primera en una versión instrumental de la cara B. Esta última, reprise, me encanta.
El tema, una descripción superlativa de una ruptura y las sensaciones que produce, tiene una letra de las mejores que un servidor ha escuchado acerca de la cosa, con un in crescendo final apoteósico y con frases -versos- magistrales: podría haber hecho tantas cosas...
El tema, una descripción superlativa de una ruptura y las sensaciones que produce, tiene una letra de las mejores que un servidor ha escuchado acerca de la cosa, con un in crescendo final apoteósico y con frases -versos- magistrales: podría haber hecho tantas cosas...
Well baby, there you stand
With your little head, down in your hand
Oh, my God, you can't believe
it's happening again
Your baby's gone, and you're all alone
and it looks like the end.
And you're back out on the street.
And you're tryin' to remember.
How will you start it over?
You don't know what became.
You don't care much for a stranger's touch,
But you can't hold your man.
You never thought you'd be alone
this far down the line
And I know what's been on your mind
You're afraid it's all been wasted time
The autumn leaves have got you thinking
about the first time that you fell
You didn't love the boy too much, no, no
you just loved the boy to well, Farewell
So you live from day to day,
and you dream about tomorrow, oh.
And the hours go by like minutes
and the shadows come to stay
So you take a little something
to make them go away
And I could have done so many things, baby
If I could only stop my mind
from wondrin' what I left behind
and from worrying 'bout this wasted time
Ooh, another love has come and gone
Ooh, and the years keep rushing on
I remember what you told me
before you went out on your own:
'Sometimes to keep it together,
we got to leave it alone.'
So you can get on with your search, baby,
and I can get on with mine
And maybe someday we will find,
that it wasn't really wasted time
Mm,hm
Oh hoo, ooh, ohh,
Ooh,ooh, mm
