Puţin Johnny Cash, ca de sfârşit de an

Cam aşa sunt ultimele mele zile din 2012 :) Şi probabil aşa vor fi şi anii următori. La mulţi ani.

Dincolo de îngusteţea şi egoismul cu care eu îl ascult, Johnny Cash (1932 – 2003) rămâne una dintre legendele Americii secolului 20. Muzica sa aş rezuma-o astfel: life’s a bitch, but fuck that. Tristeţe, nedreptate, regrete, solitudine.

SOLITARY MAN

Belinda was mine, ’till the time, that I found her,
holdin’ Jim, and lovin’ him.
Then Sue came along, loved me strong, that’s what I thought.
Me and Sue, but that died too.
Don’t know that I will, but until, I can find me,
a girl who’ll stay, and won’t play games behind me.
I’ll be what I am,
a solitary man, a solitary man.

I’ve had it to here, being where, love’s a small word,
a part time thing, a paper ring.
I know it’s been done, havin’ one, girl who loved me,
right or wrong, weak or strong.

Don’t know that I will, but until, I can find me,
the girl who’ll stay, and won’t play, games behind me.
I’ll be what I am,
a solitary man, a solitary man.(bis)

AIN’T NO GRAVE

There ain’t no grave can hold my body down
There ain’t no grave can hold my body down
When I hear that trumpet sound I’m gonna rise right out of the ground
Ain’t no grave can hold my body down

Well, look way down the river, what do you think I see?
I see a band of angels and they’re coming after me
Ain’t no grave can hold my body down
There ain’t no grave can hold my body down

Well, look down yonder Gabriel, put your feet on the land and sea
But Gabriel don’t you blow your trumpet ’til you hear it from me
There ain’t no grave can hold my body down
Ain’t no grave can hold my body down

Well, meet me Jesus, meet me. Meet me in the middle of the air
And if these wings don’t fail me I will meet you anywhere
Ain’t no grave can hold my body down
There ain’t no grave can hold my body down

Well, meet me mother and father, meet me down the river road
And momma you know that I’ll be there when I check in my load
Ain’t no grave can hold my body down
There ain’t no grave can hold my body down
There ain’t no grave can hold my body down

MAN IN BLACK

Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there’s a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin’ in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he’s a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you’d think He’s talking straight to you and me.

Well, we’re doin’ mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin’ cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we’re reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought ‘a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin’ for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen’ that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen’ that we all were on their side.

Well, there’s things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin’ everywhere you go,
But ’til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You’ll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I’d love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything’s OK,
But I’ll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
‘Till things are brighter, I’m the Man In Black.