Crosby, Still, Nash & Young: Suite Judy Ojos Azules, Teach Your Children, Marrakesh Express - Vídeo y letra (Video and lyrics)

Con frrecuencia, suelo encontrarme vídeos con canciones en las entradas de algunos blogs, a pesar de que la entrada no trate sobre ello. Supongo, que como hago yo, cada blogger sube a su blog todo aquello que le gusta, le llama la atención y que desea compartir con sus visitantes.

Esta es la primera vez que yo subo música a este blog, pues para eso tengo otro espacio: En el Tren de La Vida, en el cual hay un apartado para música.

El hecho de crear esta entrada ha sido porque, estos artistas y sus temas, pertenecen a lo que yo llamo "mi música favorita" que es bantante amplia.


David Crosby (guitarra), Stephen Stills (guitarra, teclados, bajo), Graham Nash (guitarra). Crosby estuvo con "The Byrds", Stills con "Buffalo Springfield" y Nash con "The Hollies".

Neil Young (guitarra - anteriormente de Buffalo Springfield) se unió al grupo en 1969. En 1969 ganó "The Best New Artist Grammy Award" (Premio Grammy al Mejor Nuevo Artista).

Os reproduzco en vídeo y letra tres de mis canciones favoritas. Como son conciertos en directo cambian un poco los ritmos, y varía un poco de la versión grabada en disco.

Que los disfruten.



Suite Judy Ojos Azules

It's getting to the point
Where I'm no fun anymore
I am sorry
Sometimes it hurts so badly
I must cry out loud
I am lonely
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
And you make it hard.

Remember what we've said and done and felt
About each other
Oh babe, have mercy
Don't let the past remind us of what we are not now
I am not dreaming.
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
You make it hard.

Tearing yourself away from me now
You are free and I am crying
This does not mean I don't love you
I do, that's forever,
Yes and for always
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
You make it hard.

Something inside is telling me that
I've got your secret.
Are you still listening?
Fear is the lock, and laughter the key to your heart
And I love you.
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are
You make it hard
And you make it hard (x 3).

Friday evening, Sunday in the afternoon
What have you got to lose?
Tuesday morning, please be gone I'm tired of you.
What have you got to lose?
Can I tell it like it is? (Help me I'm suffering)
Listen to me baby.
It's my heart that's a suffering (Help me I'm dying)
It's a dying, that's what I have to lose
I've got an answer
I'm going to fly away
What have I got to lose?
Will you come see me Thursdays and Saturdays?
What have you got to lose?

Chestnut brown canary
Ruby throated sparrow
Sing the song don't be long
Thrill me to the marrow.

Voices of the angels, ring around the moonlight
Asking me, said she so free
How can you catch the sparrow?

Lacy, lilting, leery, losing love, lamenting
Change my life, make it right
Be my lady.

Que linda me la traiga Cuba,
La reina de la Mar Caribe.
Cielo sol no tiene sangre allí,
y que triste que no puedo vaya,
Oh va, oh va, va.

Translation:
(Oh, what beauty Cuba brings me,
The queen of the Caribbean Sea,
Sunny sky has no blood over there,
And how sad that I cannot go,
Oh go, oh go, go.)

Desde Woodstok 1969




Teach Your Children

You, who are on the road
Must have a code
That you can live by.
And so, become yourself
Because the past
Is just a goodbye.

Teach, your children well
Their father's hell
Did slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The one they pick's
The one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why
If they told you, you would die
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you.

And you (Can you hear and)
Of tender years (Do you care and)
Can't know the fears (Can you see we)
That your elders grew by (Must be free to)
And so please help (Teach your children)
Them with your youth (You believe and)
They seek the truth (Make a world that)
Before they can die (We can live in)

Teach your parents well
Their children’s hell
Will slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The one they pick's
The one you’ll know by.

Don’t you ever ask them why
If they told you, you would cry
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you.



Marrakesh Express

Whoopa, hey mesa, hooba huffa, hey meshy goosh goosh.

Looking at the world through the sunset in your eyes,
Traveling the train through clear Moroccan skies
Ducks and pigs and chickens call,
animal carpet wall to wall
American ladies five-foot tall in blue.
Sweeping cobwebs from the edges of my mind,
Had to get away to see what we could find.
Hope the days that lie ahead
bring us back to where they've led
listen not to what's been said to you.

Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express.
Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express,
they're taking me to Marrakesh.
All aboard the train.
All aboard the train.

I've been saving all my money just to take you there.
I smell the garden in your hair.
Take the train from Casablanca going south,
blowing smoke rings from the corners of my m m m m mouth.
Colored cottons hang in the air,
charming cobras in the square.
Striped djellebas we can wear at home.
Well, let me hear ya now.

Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express.
Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express,
they're taking me to Marrakesh.
Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express.
Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express,
they're taking me to Marrakesh.
All on board the train,
All on board the train,
All on board!




Otra actuación posterior en directo, a pesar de la edad siguen tan en forma como siempre:



Mª José Corral Benítez
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2 comentarios:

Pepe Bermúdez dijo...

Me nacieron los dientes (musicalmente hablando) escuchando a los Crosby, Still, Nasch and Young en la casa de Javier Oliver. Incluso una vez, estando en el instituto, hicieron un pequeño teatro en el cine, e hicimos parodias de cantantes; recuerdo a uno que se pinto de negro para cantar aquello de Cisne cuello negro. Javier y yo, él con la armónica y yo con la guitarra, interpretamos una canción de Graham Nasch "wild tales". Tiempos de la infancia que recuerdo gratamente... allí aprendí musica, allí moldeé mi espiritu y mis gustos. Soy un enorme crimsoniano, lo cual me ha valido para tener algunas amistades importantes. La última amistad que aún conservo es de mi jefe de estudios que es un fan absoluto del amigo Neil Young, pero crimsoniano como yo.
En fin, ¿qué mas te puedo decir?... La casa de Javier fué un autentico descubrimiento: allí oí por primera vez a los Crosby, Still, Nasch and Young y su elepé "Deja Vú"; allí oí por primera vez a King Crimsom, a los Beatles, y hasta a Led Zeppelin con su famosa "Whola lotta of love"...
Me encanta recordar a estos excepcionales musicos.

Un saludo

María José dijo...

Pepe Bermúdez:
Comparto contigo esos recuerdos. Javier y yo nos intercambiábamos música. Tuvimos el privilegio de educarnos musicalmente bien, escuchando música de calidad y de grandes artistas.

Aún poseo LPs de vinilo de aquella época.
"In the court of the Crimsom King" me encanta.
Así como Jethro Tull, Creadance, The ELO, etc...

¡¡¡ Buenos tiempos aquellos !!!

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