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quinta-feira, 17 de setembro de 2020

[Bob Dylan] «SHELTER FROM THE STORM» /«abrigo da tempestade»

                             

                         https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-gsDBuHwqbM


Bob Dylan foi uma potente inspiração na minha vida. Não tentei nunca plagiar o bardo da minha geração, mas tentei emular o poeta na sua fulgurante adequação da palavra à essência, ao essencial, àquilo que realmente conta. Ou seja, Bob Dylan, para mim e para muitos da minha geração, não foi uma espécie de "modelo da moda" mas antes, um exemplo de  comportamento: alguém que não abdicava da sua ética, por mais sucesso e mediatização que tivesse*. 

(*Algumas das canções que mais me marcaram, estão nestes links: aqui, aqui e aqui)

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Shelter from the Storm

WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN

’Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood

When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud

I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form

“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”


And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured

I’ll always do my best for her, on that I give my word

In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm

“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”


Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved

Everything up to that point had been left unresolved

Try imagining a place where it’s always safe and warm

“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”


I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail

Poisoned in the bushes an’ blown out on the trail

Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn

“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”


Suddenly I turned around and she was standin’ there

With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair

She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns

“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”


Now there’s a wall between us, somethin’ there’s been lost

I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed

Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn

“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”


Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount

But nothing really matters much, it’s doom alone that counts

And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn

“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”


I’ve heard newborn babies wailin’ like a mournin’ dove

And old men with broken teeth stranded without love

Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?

“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”


In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes

I bargained for salvation an’ they gave me a lethal dose

I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn

“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”


Well, I’m livin’ in a foreign country but I’m bound to cross the line

Beauty walks a razor’s edge, someday I’ll make it mine

If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born

“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”

Copyright © 1974 by Ram's Horn Music; renewed 2002 by Ram’s Horn Music


1 comentário:

  1. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MTM95PEmkjM
    «With God on Our Side» ao vivo em 1963

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