Sábado, 09 de julio de 2005

Un tributo a mi idolo, a nuestro idolo, a Dios.... Kurt Cobain, escucha nuestras plegarias por favor...nosotros que creemos tanto en tí...
Nirvana
Where did you sleep last night
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
Her husband, was a hard working man
Just about a mile from here
His head was found in a driving wheel
But his body never was found
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
Por: Felipe Miranda | Banda Sonora | Comentarios (2) | Referencias (0)
La canción es linda, y esa versión desgarradora en el umplugged es fantástica. Pero desafortunadamente no es una canción de Nirvana ni de Kurt Cobain. Es una canción del genero folk que data de al menos 1870 y cuyo autor es desconocido. Lo que si se sabe es que el título original de la canción es "In The Pines"
Para representar el dolor de Cobain (y tal vez de toda aquella genration x a la que pertenezco) siempre pongo el ejemplo de aquella canción que popularizó el género y se convirtió en un himno grunge: Smells Like Nirvana. Al final de la canción, Cobain repite con su habitual voz gastada y desgarrada (además que casi no se le entiende): A denial, a denial
Carlos G | 12-10-2005 14:11:07
andres | 06-04-2009 15:43:53
There is this old woman she lives down the road you can often find her kneeling inside of her hole and i often ask her "are you looking for the mother lode?" huh? no. no my child, this is not my desire and then she said i'm digging for fire there is this old man who spent so much of his life sleeping that he is able to keep awake for the rest of his years he resides on a beach in a town where i am going to live and i often ask him "are you looking for the mother lode?" huh? no. no my child, this is not my desire and then he said i'm digging for fire i'll keep digging for fire.