Jeff Buckley a Paris
L’altre dia em vaig comprar un disc (si, confirmo que encara en venen a les botigues). Un directe del Jeff Buckley a Paris (Live a l’Olympia). Absolutament recomanable, amb un públic recomanable, amb cançons del seu únic i imprescindible disc Grace, amb una versió d’Edith Piaf, i especialment amb un final What will you say on colabora un músic de l’Azerbadjan (o com s’escrigui), Alim Quasimov. L’únic punt xungo és que el CD et ve amb la inscripció que introduïnt un codi secret podràs veure aquesta cançó en directe, i sembla que la web per fer-ho ja no xuta.
El disc comença amb una Love you should have come over, de pell de gallina. Fare un copiar-enganxar de la lletra, que val la pena:
Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe i’m too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you’re on my mind so you never know
When i’m broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run
Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he’s done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one
So i’ll wait for you… and i’ll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn
Oh lover, you should’ve come over
‘Cause it’s not too late
Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come
It’s never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It’s never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
It’s never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It’s never over, she’s the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
Well maybe i’m just too young
To keep good love from going wrong
Oh… lover, you should’ve come over
‘Cause it’s not too late
Well I feel too young to hold on
And i’m much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage i’ve done
Sweet lover, you should’ve come over
Oh, love well i’m waiting for you
Lover, you should’ve come over
‘Cause it’s not too late
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