Rock&Roll

Esta é a música para hoje, sábado pela noite, sozinhos e a pensar em quem não temos ao lado:

DEBRIS
I left you on the debris
at the Sunday morning market
you were sorting through the odds and ends
you was looking for a bargain

I heard your footsteps at the front door
and that old familiar love song
'cause you knew you'd find me waiting there
at the top of the stairs

I wouldn't of went back
just to see how far it was
and you looked shocked to tell me
but I had to love her myself

there's more trouble at the depot
with the general workers union
and they said they'll never change a thing
well, they won't fight and their not working

oh you was my hero
hell you are my good friend
I've been there and back
and I know how far it is

but I left you on the Debris
now we both know you got no money
and I wonder what you would have done
without me hanging around

POR METER ENTRE MIS COSAS LA NARIZ
Estás aquí
no me vas a entretener
encontré mi medio de locomoción.
Tantas las cervezas que bebí
que perdí todo el respeto a la lección.

Oigo ladrar
mas no pases por aquí
frenaré con cuatro acordes la agresión.
Otra vez
cenaremos rock & roll
pero no maldeciré mi indecisión.

Y yo sé que esta noche
no me vas a encontrar
no vas a hacerme mal
no me conoces, no me conoces.
Esta noche
no me vas a encontrar
no vas a hacerme mal
no me conoces, no me conoces.

Muero por ti
que no sabes dónde vas
por meter entre mis cosas la nariz
estás tan lejos de acertar
que prefiero no tenerte junto a mí.

Y yo sé que esta noche
no me vas a encontrar
no vas a hacerme mal
no me conoces, no me conoces.
Esta noche
no me vas a encontrar
no vas a hacerme mal
no me conoces, no me conoces.


[Debris, composta por Ronnie Lane, está no disco A nod is as good as wink... to a blind horse (1971), dos Faces. Por meter entre mis cosas la nariz, pertence, por suposto, ao enorme Rosendo Mercado, e pode escutar-se no seu fantástico A las lombrices (1987)].