Tengo por ahí una versión de David Byrne, a ver qué encontramos por los tubos.
Aquí está la versión de Byrne
Cuando el sheriff anuncia Te voy a mandar a la cárcel, el vaquero canta, grita. Tierras extensas, la brisa al anochecer, el murmullo de los chopos, arriba el cielo estrellado, el caballo y la vieja silla de montar, contemplar la luna, no soporto las vallas, no quiero trabas. Déjame que me pierda. No me encierres. Y lo mismo le dice a la muchacha sweetheart que le endulza el corazón cuando ella le pide establecerse, asentarse por fin.
DON'T FENCE ME IN
Wildcat Kelley, looking mighty pale,
Was standing by the
sheriffs side
And when the sheriff said
Im sendin you to jail,
Wildcat raised his head
and cried
Oh, give me land, lots of
land under starry skies above,
Don't fence me in.
Let me ride through the
wide open country that I love,
Don't fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the
evenin breeze,
Listen to the murmur of
the cottonwood trees,
Send me off forever but I
ask you please,
Don't fence me in.
Just turn me loose, let me
straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western
skies.
On my cayuse, let me
wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains
rise.
I want to ride to the
ridge where the west commences
Gaze at the moon till I
lose my senses
I can't look at hobbles
and I can't stand fences
Don't fence me in.
Wildcat kelley, back again
in town,
Was standin by his
sweethearts side,
And when his sweetheart
said come on lets settle down,
Wildcat raised his head
and cried
Oh, give me land, lots of
land under starry skies,
Don't fence me in.
Let me ride through the
wide open country that I love,
Don't fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the
evenin breeze
Listen to the murmur of
the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I
ask you please,
Don't fence me in
Just turn me loose, let me
straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western
skies
On my cayuse, let me
wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains
rise.
I want to ride to the
ridge where the west commences
Gaze at the moon till I
lose my senses
I can't look at hobbles
and I can't stand fences
Don't..... fence me in.
ResponderEliminarAmigo Álvaro:
Aprovecho esta entrada para desearte a ti y a los tuyos, las mayores prosperidades para el año que se nos viene encima.
¿Será 2013 el año de tu reentrada en el blog del Antonio? Hombre, por favor.
:-)
Vaya, vaya, hombre, vaya (fence, fence, man, fence), amigo Sap, muchísimas gracias por tus buenos deseos.
ResponderEliminarEn cuanto al blog del amigo Antonio, voy ahora mismo a dejar pegado un saludo, y más adelante veremos si puedo seguir su densísimo programa de bondades equidistributivas que, como a ti el espumillón, me dan un poco de asma.