miércoles, 28 de noviembre de 2012

Bron-Yr-Aur Stomp - Led Zeppelin





1970 y los Zeppelin escribían la novena canción de su tercer álbum -Led Zeppelin III- en una cabañita Galesa llamada Bron-Yr-Aur, en el pobladito de Gwynedd. Un folksito -el diminutivo no es despectivo, en realidad no es un 'folksito' más- en el que las percusiones de John Bonham (el Dios INDISCUTIDO de la batería) son las castañuelas y las cucharas. Cucharas. Ésta gente tenía una genialidad desbordante.
A veces pienso y.. nosé, qué comían éstas personas..? Ritchie Blackmore, Ronnie Dio, David Gilmour, Janis Joplin, Hendrix, Moon, Freddy Mercury, Spinetta, Plant, Bonham, Wakeman, Richard Wright, Grace Slick, Ray Manzarek, Grace Slick, John Lord.. Ufff.
Quiero alimentarme de eso toda la vida.


Ah caught you smiling at me
That's the way it should be
Like a leaf is to a tree so fine.
Ah all the good times we had
I sang love songs so glad
Always smiling never sad so fine.
As we walk down the country lanes
I'll be singing a song
Hear me calling your name.
Hear the wind within the trees
Telling mother nature 'bout you and me.


Well if the sunshines so bright
Or on our way it's darkest night
The road we choose is always right, so fine.
Ah can your love be so strong
When so many loves go wrong
Will our love go on and on and on and on and on and on?
 

My, my la de la come on now it ain't too far,
Tell your friends all around the world,
Ain't no companion like a blue eyed merle.
Come on now well let me tell you,
What you're missing, missing, 'round them brick walls.
So of one thing i am sure,
It's a friendship so pure,
Angels singing all around
My dog is so fine.
Yeah, ain't but one thing to do
Spend my nat'ral life with you,
You're the finest dog i knew, so fine.
When you're old and your eyes are dim,
There ain't no old shep gonna happen again,
We'll still go walking down country lanes,
I'll sing the same old songs,
Hear me call your name

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