No hay mejor forma de sentir el pulso de un músico que escuchándole tocar. Da igual que sea piano, guitarra, saxo... Nuestra alegría y tristeza se refleja en cómo suenan las notas. Y a veces, ni cuando queremos reconocer cómo nos sentimos, son ese piano, esa guitarra o ese saxo los que nos "dicen" que algo va mal o va bien.
"Esta guitarra solitaria me ha dicho que te has ido...". Mi amigo Jasfunk (http://www.myspace.com/soulvigilantes) tocó el órgano hamond y el rhodes piano.
THIS LONELY GUITAR
This lonely guitar has told me you’ve gone
This lonely guitar has told me you’re not
It was like a nightmare, it was like the hell.
This lonely guitar is crying,
this lonely guitar is dying
and I’ll play the strings till the spirits have gone
cause that’s a medicine for my soul.
It was like a big stone into my head,
there’s no time,. there’s no peace
for those who cannot rest.
and I wonder if there’s a way,
there’s something I wanna say.
This lonely guitar is crying,
this lonely guitar is dying,
and I’ll erase your face and look for another girl,
cause I don’t want to be alone.
Your words were enough to hurt my soul,
there’s no prize, there’s no place
for those who are insane.
And I wonder if it is the same,
I suppose it’s just unfair.
This lonely guitar is crying,
this lonely guitar is dying
and I’ll play the strings till the spirits have gone
cause that’s a medicine for my soul.
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