Puede que por estas letras Bob Dylan haya ganado el Nobel de Literatura
El diario británico The Guardian publicó las letras de las canciones que posiblemente le merecieron al maestro del rock and roll el mayor premio literario a nivel mundial. Estas son.
Por: Andrés Salazar
Muchos se sorprendieron con el galardón entregado a uno de los maestros del rock and roll, Bob Dylan. Y es que un Nobel de Literatura debe ser para un escritor, gritaron las redes sociales. Otros, por el contrario (y seguramente amantes de la música), aplaudieron la elección y asentieron con la cabeza reconociendo que Dylan, más que un simple músico, es un artista de las letras.
Además de poeta Dylan también es escritor, desde muy joven, con un par de libros publicados: "Tarántula" y "Crónicas. Volumen 1". Acaso, ¿cuántos libros tiene que escribir un autor para ganar un Nobel? y no solamente pasa por eso... Acaso, ¿todos los que han ganado este premio han sido escritores de pura cepa?, No, no es así, o si no que lo diga el político y estadista británico Winston Churchill, ganador en 1953.
Está bien, Dylan no ganó el Nobel por sus libros propiamente, pero sí (y citando a la Academia Sueca) "por haber creado una nueva expresión poética dentro de la gran tradición americana de la canción", es decir, por las letras de sus canciones.
Y no es para menos, son literatura pura y dura. El diario británico The Guardian seleccionó algunas de las letras que seguramente le habrán merecido el Nobel y a continuación se las mostramos. ¡Felicitaciones Bob!
WHO KILLED DAVEY MOORE?
“Not me,” says the gambling man
With his ticket stub still in his hand
“It wasn’t me that knocked him down
My hands never touched him none
I didn’t commit no ugly sin
Anyway, I put money on him to win
It wasn’t me that made him fall
No, you can’t blame me at all”.
IDIOT WIND
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
You’re an idiot, babe
It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe
NOT DARK YET
Every nerve in my body is so naked and numb
I can’t even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don’t even hear the murmur of a prayer
It’s not dark yet but it’s gettin’ there.
HIGHWAY 61 REVISITED
Oh God said to Abraham, “Kill me a son.”
Abe says, “Man, you must be puttin’ me on.”
God say, “No.” Abe say, “What?”
God say, “You can do what you want, Abe, but
The next time you see me comin’, you better run”.
BALLAD OF A THIN MAN
You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you say, “Who is that, man?”
You try so hard
But you don’t understand
Just what you’ll say
When you get home
Because something is happening here
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?.
BLOWIN’ IN THE WIND
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they’re forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.
POSITIVELY FOURTH STREET
I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I could be you
Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You’d know what a drag it is
To see you.
MAGGIE’S FARM
Well, he hands you a nickel
He hands you a dime
He asks you with a grin
If you’re havin’ a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door.
CHIMES OF FREEDOM
Far between sundown’s finish and midnight’s broken toll
We ducked inside the doorways, thunder went crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing.
JUST LIKE A WOMAN
And she takes just like a woman
And she aches just like a woman
And she wakes just like a woman
Yeah, but she breaks just like a little girl.
MASTERS OF WAR
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul.
MR TAMBOURINE MAN
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
THE LONESOME DEATH OF HATTIE CARROLL
Oh, but you who philosophise disgrace and criticise all fears
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now’s the time for your tears.
ONE TOO MANY MORNINGS
It’s a restless hungry feeling that don’t mean no one no good,
When everything I’m a-sayin’ you can say it just as good.
You’re right from your side, I’m right from mine.
We’re both just one too many mornings an’ a thousand miles behind.
LOVE MINUS ZERO, NO LIMIT
The bridge at midnight trembles
The country doctor rambles
Bankers’ nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
The wind howls like a hammer
The night blows cold and rainy
My love she’s like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.
SUBTERRANEAN HOMESICK BLUES
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Wash the plain clothes
You don’t need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows.
DESOLATION ROW
The kerosene is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row.
VISIONS OF JOHANNA
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles.
SHELTER FROM THE STORM
Twas in another lifetime
One of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue
The road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness
A creature void of form
Come in she said I’ll give ya
Shelter from the storm.
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’.
HURRICANE
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool’s hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn’t help but make me feel ashamed
To live in a land
Where justice is a game.
IF YOU SEE HER SAY HELLO
I see a lot of people
As I make the rounds
And I hear her name here and there
As I go from town to town
And I’ve never gotten used to it
I’ve just learned to turn it off
Either I’m too sensitive
Or else I’m getting soft.
THE MAN IN THE LONG BLACK COAT
Every man’s conscience is vile and depraved
You cannot depend on it to be your guide when it’s you who must keep it satisfied.
LIKE A ROLLING STONE
You used to laugh about.
Everybody that was hanging out
Now you don’t talk so loud
Now you don’t seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal
