Hoy cumple 70 años Robert Allen Zimmerman, Bob Dylan, poeta y músico sin el cual se pierde la orientación en este mundo. Dylan sigue ahí porque su noción del tiempo no ha sido estrechamente generacional, porque no entiende su época desde la inmediatez de la petite histoire. ¡Happy Birthday, Bob!
The Times They Are A-Changin'
Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside and it is ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside and it is ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’
Copyright © 1963, 1964 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1991, 1992 by Special Rider Music
Rafe, después de ver que has elegido "chelsea hotel" para homenajear a Leonard Cohen, pensé que se puede hacer un enlace con la celebración de los setenta de Dylan. Es cosa de escuchar "Sad Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands" (canción final del doble vinilo "Blonde on Blonde, 1966). El misterio de la enigmática dama es resuelto casi diez años después al escuchar "Sara" (canción final del vinilo "Hurricane"). Notese que hablo de vinilos, pues en esos maravillosos discos análogos podías escuchar un universo sonoro y amplio de significados que no encuentras entre un 0 y un 1 en la era digital. El asunto es que el misterio dylaniano también se resuelve en el mítico Chelsea Hotel. Saludos Andrés Muñoz.
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