Every part of me

Esta canción ya la he puesto aquí, seguro. Pero es que de pronto me han entrado unas ganas de enormes de ver a Steve Earle en directo y escucharle cantarla :)

Hay algo mágico en su voz, en su forma de cantar que me conmueve como poquísimos cantantes (muy probablemente esto ya lo he escrito aquí; no solo hablo siempre sobre lo mismo, sino que empiezo a decir lo mismo...). Acabo de escuchar también esta otra canción suya y se me han saltado las lágrimas (...)  (Ya puestos, aquí está el disco entero en Spotify.)



I love with you all my heart
all my soul, every part of me.
it's all I can do to mark
where you start and where I end you see.

Labored long in my travails, I left a trail of tears behind me.
Been in love so many times
didn't think this kind
would ever find me.

I love you with everything, all my weakness,
all my strength.
I can't promise anything except that my last breath
will bear your name.

And when I'm gone they'll sing a song
about a lonely fool who wandered
around the world and back again,
but in the end he finally found her.

I love you with all my heart,
all my soul and every part of me.

Across the universe I'll spin until the end and then I wonder,
if we should get another chance
could I have that dance forever under
a double moon and scarlet stars shining down on where you are.

And I love you with all my heart
all my soul and every part of me.

Steve Earle

Fort Worth Blues

In Fort Worth all the neon's burnin' bright
Pretty lights red and blue
But they'd shut down all the honky tonks tonight
And say a prayer or two
If they only knew

You used to say the highway was your home
But we both know that ain't true
It's just the only place a man can go
When he don't know where he's travelin' to

But Colorado's always clean and healin'
And Tennessee in Spring is green and cool
It never really was your kind of town
But you went around with the Fort Worth Blues

Somewhere up beyond the great divide
Where the sky is wide and the clouds are few
A man can see his way clear to the light
Just hold on tight
That's all you gotta do

And they say Texas weather's always changin'
And one thing change'll bring is somethin' new
And Houston really ain't that bad a town
So you hang around with the Fort Worth Blues

There's a full moon over Galway Bay tonight
Silver light over green and blue
And every place I travel through, I find
Some kinda sign that you've been through

But Amsterdam was always good for grieving
And London never fails to leave me blue
Paris never was my kinda town
So I walked around with the Fort Worth Blues

Steve Earle

"We used to make records for girls, now we make them for nerds"

Hace apenas dos meses que estuve en Nueva York y, aunque volví pensando que ya estaba bien (3 veces en año y medio...) y que tardaría en volver, ya me pica el gusanillo de cruzar el charco de nuevo.

No sé cuándo sucederá, pero sí sé que, además de NYC, el sitio al que más me gustaría ir es Nueva Orleáns, adonde ya viajo una vez a la semana mientras disfruto del capítulo de Tremé, la última joya del gran David Simon (The Wire, anyone?)

Entre los múltiples personajes que pueblan la ciudad en la serie está el música callejero que encarna el gran Steve Earle, que en algún episodio de la primera temporada canta This City, una oda a la recuperación de la ciudad tras el desastre del Katrina.

Earle la canta (a partir del minuto 10 o así) en este miniconcierto para un programa de la NPR, junto con otras dos canciones de su nuevo disco, incluyendo una que ya he puesto aquí.

Curiosamente, la canción de Hank Williams que da título al disco, I'll Never Get Out Of This World Alive, no figura en la edición normal, aunque sí se puede obtener en una edición especial a través de iTunes, lo que lleva a Earle a afirmar:

"We used to make records for girls, now we make them for nerds"

¿Será por eso por lo que me gusta tanto?

:-P



This City

This city won’t wash away
This city won’t ever drown
Blood in the water and hell to pay
Sky tear open and pain rain down.

Doesn’t matter, let come what may
I ain’t ever going  to leave this town
This city won’t wash away
This city wont’ ever drown.

Ain’t the river or the wind to blame
As everybody around here knows.
Nothing holding back Pontchartrain
Except a prayer and a promise’s ghost

This town’s digging our graves
In solid marble above the ground
Maybe our bones will wash away
This city won’t ever drown

This city won’t ever die
Just as long as our heart be strong
Like a second line stepping high
Raising hell as we roll along
Gentilly to Vieux Carré
Lower 9, Central City, Uptown
Singing Jockamo fee nané

This city won’t ever drown.

Don’t matter cause there ain’t no way
I’m ever going to leave this town.
This city won’t wash away,
This city won’t ever drown.

Steve Earle

Every Part of Me

Me encantan las canciones romanticonas en plan salvaje, a más no poder, como esta de Dylan, o esta otra del último disco de Steve Earle, "I'll Never Get Out of This World Alive", que acaba de salir y no puedo dejar de escuchar:

...I love you with everything
All my weakness, all my strength
I can't promise anything,
Except that my last breath will bear your name...

Steve Earle, en Every Part of Me

Christmastime: 30 grados a medianoche

It's Christmastime in Washington
The Democrats rehearsed
Gettin' into gear for four more years
Things not gettin' worse
The Republicans drink whiskey neat
And thanked their lucky stars
They said, 'He cannot seek another term
They'll be no more FDRs'
I sat home in Tennessee
Staring at the screen
With an uneasy feeling in my chest
And I'm wonderin' what it means

Chorus:
So come back Woody Guthrie
Come back to us now
Tear your eyes from paradise
And rise again somehow
If you run into Jesus
Maybe he can help you out
Come back Woody Guthrie to us now

I followed in your footsteps once
Back in my travelin' days
Somewhere I failed to find your trail
Now I'm stumblin' through the haze
But there's killers on the highway now
And a man can't get around
So I sold my soul for wheels that roll
Now I'm stuck here in this town

Chorus

There's foxes in the hen house
Cows out in the corn
The unions have been busted
Their proud red banners torn
To listen to the radio
You'd think that all was well
But you and me and Cisco know
It's going straight to hell

So come back, Emma Goldman
Rise up, old Joe Hill
The barracades are goin' up
They cannot break our will
Come back to us, Malcolm X
And Martin Luther King
We're marching into Selma
As the bells of freedom ring

Steve Earle