Bob Dylan. El elegido de la semana

Bob Dylan es lo más moderno que acepta Crab, creo. Posiblemente el juicio no es definitivo y después aparezca algún otro (nunca hay que decir nunca). No está en la lista de cantantes preferidos publicada. En realidad no es un gran cantante, se mantiene dentro de un registro de una escala y un poco más, pero al menos no es un gritón, como la mayoría de los roqueros. Su voz más bien persuade, que es quizás su mayor encanto.
En realidad, me gusta sobre todo como compositor y como poeta. Hace un tiempo que lo vienen proponiendo para el Nobel, lo que es quizás un poco exagerado, pero si recorremos la lista de los nobeles (sobre todo los de literatura), quizás no lo es tanto.
Recuerdo con emoción la primera vez que oí e inmediatamente escuché Lay, lady lay. Ni sabía, por supuesto, quién era quien cantaba. Me dije: ¿qué es esto, pòr dios? Todavía lo sigo pensando.
De yapa va, que también está dentro de mis preferidas, Blowin in the wind.
Como de costumbre, para aquellos que les gusta desafinar junto con el cantante, las letras.

Lay, lady, lay (Bob Dylan)
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Whatever colors you have in your mind
Ill show them to you and youll see them shine
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
And youre the best thing that hes ever seen
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Why wait any longer for the world to begin
You can have your cake and eat it too
Why wait any longer for the one you love
When hes standing in front of you
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead

Blowin in the wind. (Bob Dylan)
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, n how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, n how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before theyre forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind,
The answer is blowin in the wind.
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, n how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, n how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind,
The answer is blowin in the wind.
How many years can a mountain exist
Before its washed to the sea?
Yes, n how many years can some people exist
Before theyre allowed to be free?
Yes, n how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesnt see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind,
The answer is blowin in the wind.