publicada per primer cop el 1973 pel paul simon.
aquest dies em té obsessionada.
primer la va cantar sol, com aquí
aquest dies em té obsessionada.
primer la va cantar sol, com aquí
i després amb l'art garfunkel al central park
la música és del paul simon. es basa en una melodia d'un cor de la passió
de Johann Sebastian Bach, que al mateix temps es basa en una cançó més antiga "mein
g'müt ist mir verwirret"
la lletra es del paul simon i parla dels estats unit d'amèrica del final
de l'època nixon, després de la guerra del vietnam. acaba dient que "you
can't be forever blessed" és a dir que no es pot estar estar sempre de
sort, però cal seguir endavant. la trobo trista i depriment ...i tant actual!
Many's the time I've been
mistaken,
And many times confused
Yes, I've often felt forsaken,
And certainly misused.
But it's all right, it's all right,
I'm just weary to my bones
Still, you don't expect to be
Bright and Bon Vivant
So far away from home,
So far away from home.
I don't know a soul who's not been battered
I don't have a friend who feels at ease
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
Or driven to it's knees.
But it's all right, it's all right,
For we've lived so well so long
Still, when I think of the road we're travelling on,
I wonder what went wrong,
I can't help
But I wonder what went wrong.
And I dreamed I was dying.
I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly,
And looking back down on me,
Smiled reassuringly,
And I dreamed I was flying.
And far above, my eyes could clearly see
The Statue of Liberty,
Sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was flying.
We come on a ship we call the Mayflower,
We come on a ship that sailed the moon
We come at the age's most uncertain hour
And sing an American tune
But it's all right, it's all right
You can't be forever blessed
Still, tomorrow's gonna be another working day
And I'm trying to get some rest,
That's all, I'm trying to get some rest.
And many times confused
Yes, I've often felt forsaken,
And certainly misused.
But it's all right, it's all right,
I'm just weary to my bones
Still, you don't expect to be
Bright and Bon Vivant
So far away from home,
So far away from home.
I don't know a soul who's not been battered
I don't have a friend who feels at ease
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
Or driven to it's knees.
But it's all right, it's all right,
For we've lived so well so long
Still, when I think of the road we're travelling on,
I wonder what went wrong,
I can't help
But I wonder what went wrong.
And I dreamed I was dying.
I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly,
And looking back down on me,
Smiled reassuringly,
And I dreamed I was flying.
And far above, my eyes could clearly see
The Statue of Liberty,
Sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was flying.
We come on a ship we call the Mayflower,
We come on a ship that sailed the moon
We come at the age's most uncertain hour
And sing an American tune
But it's all right, it's all right
You can't be forever blessed
Still, tomorrow's gonna be another working day
And I'm trying to get some rest,
That's all, I'm trying to get some rest.
2 comentaris:
Hi ha lletres , músiques i pensaments que no tenen data de caducitat.
L'escoltaré una estona...
que vagi de gust! :-)
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