Hace unas horas me encontraba escuchando el tercer episodio de la segunda temporada del programa de radio de Bobby Dylan. Era un show temático sobre los días de la semana; es decir, Roberto selecciona temas que tengan que ver con los días de la semana, sencillo. Cuando llega al sábado, no se le ocurre mejor idea al grigo de mierda (con todo respeto señor Zimmerman *gonzalez oro mood*) que pasar (Looking For) The Heart Of Saturday Night de Tom Waits.
Probablemente dicho tema sea uno de mis favoritos de Waits (y en general de toda la música que escuché en mi corta vida). Es de esos temas que "tocan algo en uno", como se suele decir, que aflojan cierta cuerda que estaba tensionada. Y me vino como anillo al dedo. Así que ahora vengo aquí, casi rozando las cinco de la mañana de un viernes santo, con mi trastorno de ansiedad brotando por los poros pero tratando de no desesperar.
Les ofrezco simplemente la letra de la canción, pues en youtube no hay ningún video con buen audio del tema, y es una lástima. Y la presento con palabras de Bobby:
"There's no feeling like that moment when you're getting ready for a saturday night. The world is full of possibilities. And no one has get to that wistful feeling better than Tom Waits did on this song, the titled track from his 1976 album "The Heart Of Saturday Night". Here's Tom Waits." (o algo así, convengamos que el acento de Dylan no es de los más depurados)
Probablemente dicho tema sea uno de mis favoritos de Waits (y en general de toda la música que escuché en mi corta vida). Es de esos temas que "tocan algo en uno", como se suele decir, que aflojan cierta cuerda que estaba tensionada. Y me vino como anillo al dedo. Así que ahora vengo aquí, casi rozando las cinco de la mañana de un viernes santo, con mi trastorno de ansiedad brotando por los poros pero tratando de no desesperar.
Les ofrezco simplemente la letra de la canción, pues en youtube no hay ningún video con buen audio del tema, y es una lástima. Y la presento con palabras de Bobby:
"There's no feeling like that moment when you're getting ready for a saturday night. The world is full of possibilities. And no one has get to that wistful feeling better than Tom Waits did on this song, the titled track from his 1976 album "The Heart Of Saturday Night". Here's Tom Waits." (o algo así, convengamos que el acento de Dylan no es de los más depurados)
Well you gassed her up
Behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrelin' down the boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night
And you got paid on Friday
And your pockets are jinglin'
And you see the lights
You get all tinglin' cause you're cruisin' with a 6
And you're looking for the heart of Saturday night
Then you comb your hair
Shave your face
Tryin' to wipe out ev'ry trace
All the other days
In the week you know that this'll be the Saturday
You're reachin' your peak
Stoppin' on the red
You're goin' on the green
'Cause tonight'll be like nothin'
You've ever seen
And you're barrelin' down the boulevard
Lookin' for the heart of Saturday night
Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin
Is it the barmaid that's smilin' from the corner of her eye?
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.
Makes it kind of quiver down in the core
'Cause you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
And now you're stumblin'
You're stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
Well you gassed her up
And you're behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrellin' down the boulevard,
You're lookin' for the heart of Saturday night
Is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin
And the barmaid is smilin' from the corner of her eye
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.
Makes it kind of special down in the core
And you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
It's found you stumblin'
Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
And you're stumblin'
Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night
Behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrelin' down the boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night
And you got paid on Friday
And your pockets are jinglin'
And you see the lights
You get all tinglin' cause you're cruisin' with a 6
And you're looking for the heart of Saturday night
Then you comb your hair
Shave your face
Tryin' to wipe out ev'ry trace
All the other days
In the week you know that this'll be the Saturday
You're reachin' your peak
Stoppin' on the red
You're goin' on the green
'Cause tonight'll be like nothin'
You've ever seen
And you're barrelin' down the boulevard
Lookin' for the heart of Saturday night
Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin
Is it the barmaid that's smilin' from the corner of her eye?
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.
Makes it kind of quiver down in the core
'Cause you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
And now you're stumblin'
You're stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
Well you gassed her up
And you're behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrellin' down the boulevard,
You're lookin' for the heart of Saturday night
Is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin
And the barmaid is smilin' from the corner of her eye
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.
Makes it kind of special down in the core
And you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
It's found you stumblin'
Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
And you're stumblin'
Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night
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