Like A Rolling Stone – Bob Dylan / Jimi Hendrix (1965- 1967)

Un clásico de clásicos, otro, cuando nos cuestionamos si la versión supera en calidad al original (cuando no hay aparato que lo mida, excepto si nos da por querer cuadrarlo por cifras de ventas). La versión cuenta con el desparpajo de la edad y la falta de manías. Encara el original a su aire, con tres notas tira adelante que los otros ya le seguirán. Desmonta y deja el original en los huesos, adoptándolo al estilo del aullido y el guitarrazo, con la voracidad de a quien le urge acabar las cosas. Con un par de ensayos y arreando que la vamos a tocar en Monterrey ya que nos han invitado. En cuanto al original, arrastra un montón de interpretaciones, desde el motivo de la escritura a la rabia que cargan sus versos, quién era la víctima de tanta ironía y agresividad combinada. Otra forma de ganarse el pedestal a base de despecho y del arte de soltar lastre del alma. Sin saber el autor mientras la escribía que se estaba ganando el respeto de muchos, de muchos que aún hoy no entienden de qué habla la canción. Habla de una mujer? Y por qué no de toda una generación?

dylan-and-hendrix

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?
People call say ‘beware doll, you’re bound to fall’
You thought they were all kidding you
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 your next meal

How does it feel, how does it feel?
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Ahh you’ve gone to the finest schools, alright Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
Nobody’s ever taught you how to live out on the street
And now you’re gonna have to get used to it
You say you never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He’s not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel, how does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
A complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Ah you never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain’t no good
You shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on a chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain’t it hard when you discovered that
He really wasn’t where it’s at
After he took from you everything he could steal

How does it feel, how does it feel?
To have you on your own, with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Ahh princess on a steeple and all the pretty people
They’re all drinking, thinking that they’ve got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you better take your diamond ring, you better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuse
When you ain’t got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You’re invisible now, you’ve got no secrets to conceal

How does it feel, ah how does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

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