Graham Parker – «And It Shook me»

parque-del-soto_1727231Veinte años no es nada, ya lo decía el tango. Veinte años se cumplen hoy de unos de los días más felices de mi vida y me parece que me fue ayer. Veinte años que he disfrutado, día a día, lo sé, suena cursi, pero es lo que hay. Un par de semanas antes de que aquel 18 de Septiembre de 1994 tu sabías, ¿lo sabías? ¿a que sí?, que aquel vestido rojo no iba a fallar. No falló. Y aunque la única, que no es poco, relación de esta canción de Graham Parker con aquellos días es que su primera estrofa cuenta (ya sabes, yo y las canciones) letra por letra, nota por nota (esto es de otra canción ¿no?) lo que yo sentía, eso es más que suficiente para que cada vez que la escucho me acuerde de aquel vestido rojo y de tu sonrisa.

 El vestido rojo no falló. Tu sonrisa veinte años después sigue sin fallar. Veinte años más, ahora me parecen muy pocos. Creeme.

And it shook me, and I’m still shaking now

And It Shook me

And it shook me, it shook me up, it shook me up, yeah

I remember the way you looked when we first met
There are some things in this world you can’t forget
You were standing underneath the light I lost my heart, It felt all right
And it shook me, and I’m still shaking now.

I remember rainy nights I thought I’d drown
Was it London New York Paris or Amsterdam
I forget the details no I must admit But you were there through all of it
And it shook me, and I’m still shaking now.

Will you hold on and hope our grip don’t fail
Sometimes lovers hammer in their own coffin nails
I just read how universes start, continually they blow apart
And it shook me and I’m still shaking now.

Some believe in a heaven up above
With a God that forgives all with his great love
Well I FORgive you if you forGIVE me, hey! Who needs the third party anyway
And it shook me and I’m still shaking now.

 

The Smithereens – «Behind The Wall Of Sleep»

Este Soplo es para Guti.

Hace unas semanas volví a recuperar un disco, el «Especially For You» de The Smithereens, que hacía siglos que no escuchaba, el culpable fue un viejo amigo del colegio que acababa de ver a Graham Parker en concierto y en una conversación de whatsapp enlazó la versión que hace Parker de este «Behind The Wall Of Sleep», un temazo de pop-rock que no era la única joya de aquel disco, pero que probablemente era la mas recordable. Hoy ha vuelto para darle a Guti toda su energía. Puedes. Lo se.

Behind The Wall Of Sleep

She had hair like Jeannie Shrimpton, back in 1965
She had legs that never ended
I was halfway paralyzed
She was tall and cool and pretty
And she dressed as black as coal
If she’d ask me to, I’d murder
I would gladly lose my soul

[Chorus]
Now I lie in bed and think of her
Sometimes I even weep
Then I dream of her, behind the wall of sleep

Well she held a bass guitar and
She was playing in a band
And she stood just like Bill Wyman
Now I am her biggest fan
Now I know I’m one of many who
Would like to be your friend
And I’ve got to find a way
To let you know I’m not like them

[Chorus]
Now I lie in bed and think of her
Sometimes I even weep
Then I dream of her, behind the wall of sleep

Got your number from a friend of mine
Who lives in your hometown
Called you up to have a drink
Your roommate said you weren’t around
Now I know I’m one of many
Who would like to be your friend
And I’ve got to find a way to
Let you know I’m not like them

[Chorus]
Now I lie in bed and think of her
Sometimes I even weep
Then I dream of her, behind the wall of sleep…
Behind the wall of sleep, behind the wall of sleep

Behind the wall of Sleep