Clàssics folk-rock a l’aire: Neil Young, Tom Waits, Leonard Cohen, Rodríguez, Dylan, The Band, Van Morrison i The Rolling Stones — de Down by the River a Gimme Shelter

Be on my side or be on your side, baby There is no reason for you to hide It's so hard for me staying here all alone. Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh A l'esquadra hi ha l'esquadra de l'esquadra de l'aigua. No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no. You take my hand, I'll take your hand Together we may get away This much madness is too much sorrow It's impossible to make Over the rainbow send me away Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. Bona tarda! Be on my side or be on your side There is no reason for you to hide It's so hard for me staying here all alone When you could be taking me for a ride. Ooh, yeah. She could drag me over there. Down by the river, del grandíssim Neil Young. I així arrenquem amb aquest gran tema de 9 minuts, quasi pràcticament 10, del grandíssim Neil Young per marcar la petxada i l'estil d'avui que m'imagino que sabeu per on anirà. En tot cas, avui és el 63 program, la bona part té, queda poc per finalitzar aquesta temporada, que he fet aquí més sol a Calaona i no obstant, m'ho he passat molt bé i he après moltíssim. I el programa d'avui hem preparat una bona reacció del folk, del nivell, i espero que gaudiu d'aquest exquisit antisònar. Perquè això de ser modern està molt bé però els clàssics són el que són. I si no, escolteu el següent tema del grandíssim Tone Waits, Hold On. They hung a sign up in our town. If you live it up, you won't live it down. So she left Monterio a son. Just like a bullet leaves a gun. With a charcoal eyes and Monroe hips. She went and took that cattle for another trip. Oh, the moon was golden, her hair like wind. Said, don't look back, just come on, Jim. Oh, you've got to hold on, hold on. You've got to hold on, take your mind. Standing right here, you've got to hold on. We gave her a dive store watch And a ring made from a spoon Everyone's looking for someone to blame And you share my bill, you share my name We'll go ahead and call the cops You don't meet nice girls in coffee shops She said, baby, I still love you Sometimes there's nothing left to do But you've got to hold on, hold on Baby, you've got to hold on Well, God bless your crooked little heart. St. Louis got the best of me. I miss your broken china voice. How I wish you were still here with me. Oh, you build it up, you wreck it down. Then you burn your mansion to the ground Oh, there's nothing left to keep you here But when you're falling behind in this big blue world Oh, you've got to Baby, you gotta hold on, take your mind Standin' right here, you gotta hold on Down by the Riverside Motel It's sitting below and falling By a 99 cent store I closed her eyes and started swaying But it's so hard to dance that way When it's cold and there's no music Oh, your hometown's so far away But inside your head there's a record that's playing a song called Hold on, hold on Baby, gotta hold on to take your mind Standing right there, gotta hold on You gotta hold on, hold on Baby, gotta hold on You gotta hold on, hold on. Baby, gotta hold on and take a mind. Standing right here, you gotta hold on. You gotta hold on, hold on. Baby, gotta hold on and take a mind. Standing right here, you gotta hold on. You gotta hold on. You gotta hold on You gotta hold on You gotta hold on You gotta hold on You gotta hold on You gotta hold on You gotta hold on I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel You were talking so brave and so sweet Giving me head on the unmade beer While the limousines wait in the street Those were the reason That was New York We were running for the money and the flesh That was called love For the workers in song Probably still is For those of them left Ah, but you got away Didn't you, babe? You just turn your back on the crowd You got away, I never once heard you say I need you, I don't need you I need you, I don't need you And all of them jiving around I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel You were famous, your heart was a legend You told me again you preferred handsome men But for me you would make an exception and clenching your fists for the ones like us who are oppressed by the figures of beauty you fixed yourself you said well never mind we are ugly but we have the music and then you got away didn't you baby you just turned your back on the crowd You got away I never once heard you say I need you I don't need you I need you I don't need you And all of that jiving around I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best I can't keep track of each fallen robin. I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel. That's all, I don't even think of you that often. I've played every kind of gig there is to play now. I've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motorcycle funerals, in opera houses, concert halls, halfway houses. Well, I've found that in all these places that I've played, all the people that I've played were the same people. So if you'll listen, maybe you'll see someone you know in this song. A most disgusting song. The local Diddy Bob pimp comes in. Acting limp, he sits down with a grin. Next to a girl that has never been chased. The bartender wipes a smile off his face. The delegates cross the floor, curtsy and promenade through the doors. And slowly the evening begins. And there's Jimmy Bad Luck Butts, who's just crazy about the me sloppy at weekend sluts. Talkin' is the lawyer in the crumpled-up shirt. And everyone's drinkin' the detergents that cannot remove their hurt. While the mafia provides your drugs, your government will provide the shrugs. And your national guard will supply the slugs. So they sit all satisfied. And there's old playboy Ralph. Who's always been shorter than himself. And there's a man with his chin in his hand. Who knows more than he'll ever understand. Yeah, every night it's the same old thing. Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny. At the in-between. Again. And there's a bearded schoolboy with the wooden eyes. What every scented spirit whispers up in sighs. And there's a teacher that will kiss you in French. Who could never give love, could only fearfully clench. Yeah, people, every night it's the same old thing. Getting pacified, ossified, affectionate. At Mr. Flood's party. Again. And there's the militant with his store-bought soul. There's someone here who's almost a virgin, I've been told. And there's Linda, glass maid who speaks of the past, who genuflects, salutes, signs across and stands at half mast. Yeah, they're all here, the Tiny Tims and the Uncle Toms, redheads, brunettes, brownettes and the dyed-haired blondes, who talk to dogs, chase broads and have hopes of being mobbed, who mislay their dreams and later claim that they were robbed. And every night it's gonna be the same old thing. Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny. Lost even at Martha's Vineyard again. Come a little bit closer Hear what I have to say Just like children sleep But there's a full moon rising Let's go dancing in the vines We know where the music's playing Let's go out Because I'm still in love with you. I want to see you dance again. Because I'm still in love with you. On this faraway school. I watched you from afar. When we were lovers I loved you with all my heart. But now it's getting late I wanna see you dance again Because I'm still in love with you On this party spoon Because I'm still in love with you. I want to see you dance again. Because I'm still in love with you. On this marvelous moon. Doncs, sí, un altre cop, recuperem la veu amb el grandíssim Neil Young i amb el seu tema Harvest Moon. Anteriorment, havíeu sentit del cantant Rodríguez, que es va posar molt de moda, gràcies al documental Searching for Sugarman, doncs a Most Disgusting Son, Rodríguez, val la pena la lletra, que està molt, molt bé. I també heu sentit el grandíssim tema del Leonard Cohen, Chelsea Hotel. Continuem amb aquests avis tan anormals. Faces. Oh la la! Oh, grandad, I laughed at all his words. I thought he was a bitter man. He spoke of women's ways. The tribute and the news you before you even know. But love is blind and you're far too kind. Don't ever let it show. I wish that I knew what I know now. When I was younger, I wish that I knew what I know now. When I was stronger, the can-can sides are pretty short to steal your heart away. The backstage back on Earth again, the dressing rooms are great. They come on strong and it ain't too long, but I make you feel a man. But love is blind and you soon will find you're just a boy again. When you want her lips You've got her cheek Makes you wonder where you are If you want some more Then she's fast asleep Did you twinkle with the stars? For a young grandson There's nothing I can say You'll have to learn Just like me And that's the hardest way I wish that I knew all alone now John is in the basement mixing up the medicine. I'm on a pavement thinking about the government. A man in a trench coat, badge out, laid off, says he's got a bad cough, wants to get it paid off. Look out, kid, here's something you did. God knows when, but you're doing it again. You better duck down the alleyway, looking for a new friend. A man in a clean-skinned cap and a pig pen wants $11 bills. You only got ten. Maggi calls Sweetfoot, face full of black soot, talking at the heat, puts plants in the bed, but the phone's tapped anyway. Maggi says her man, he says he must bust an early man, orders from the DA, look out, kid, don't matter what you did. But walk on your tiptoes, don't tie nose bows, better stay away from those who carry around a bar hose. Keep a clean nose, wash your clean clothes, you don't need a weatherman to know a trail of wind blows. Oh, get sick, get well, hang around the inkwell, hang the bell, hard to tell if anything is gonna sell. Try hard, get far, get back, ride rail, get jail, jump bail, join the army at the bail. Look out, kid, you're gonna get hit by losers, cheaters, six-time users, hanging round the feeders. Girls by the whirlpools looking for a new fool. Don't follow leaders, watch your parking meters. Oh, get born, keep warm, short pants, romance. Learn to dance, get dressed, get blessed. Try to be a success, please her, please him. Buy gifts, don't steal, don't lift. 20 years of schooling and they put you on a day shift. Look out, kids, they keep it all hid. Better jump down a manhole like yourself a candle. Don't wear sandals, they'll try to forge a scandal. Don't want to be a bum, you better chew gum. The pump don't work, cause the vandals took the handle. I just need some place where I can lay my head And must again you tell me where a man might be I said, hey, Carmen, come on, let's go downtown. She said, I've got to go, but my friend is sleeping around. Take a load off Fanny. Take a load for free. No hi ha res que digui. Take a load off and breathe Take a load off and breathe And you put the load right on me Crazy Chester followed me and he cut me in the fall He said I will fix your racket I said, that's okay, boy, won't you feed me when you can. Take a load off, man, take a load free, take a load off, man. Can't believe it's time to get back to this planet. I saw a catacron but I'm out on the road again I'm on the road again Well, I'm so tired of crying But I'm out on the road again I'm on the road again I ain't got no woman Just to call my special friend You know the first time I traveled out In the rain and snow, in the rain and snow You know the first time I traveled out in the rain and snow, in the rain and snow. I didn't have no ferro, not even no place to throw. And my dear mother left me when I was quite young, when I was quite young. And my dear mother left me when I was quite young, when I was quite young. She said Lord have mercy on my wicked son. Take a hint from your mama, please Don't you cry no more, don't you cry no more Take a hint from your mama, please Don't you cry no more, don't you cry no more Because it's soon one morning down the road I'm going. But I ain't going down that long old lonesome road all by myself. But I ain't going down that long old lonesome road all by myself. I can't carry you, baby, gonna carry somebody else. Bona tarda. Gràcies per atendre'ns. L'hidroscòpica, aquest so tan especial dels Can't Hit Hits amb aquest On The Road Again, anteriorment havíem sonat als The Band amb el seu tema The Ray Wake i el Bob Dylan, que segur que tots l'heu conegut, amb el seu Subterranean Homestic Blues. Continuem, ja queda poquet, però bueno, encara ens queden uns temes per davant. Ho tornem a Rodríguez amb el seu Can't Get Away. Born in a troubled city In Rock and Roll USA In the shadow of the tallest building I vowed I would break away Listened to the Sunday actors But all they would ever say That you can't get away from it No, you can't get away No, you can't get away from it No, you can't get away Schooled on the city's sidewalks Coldness at every turn Knew I had to find the exits I never ever would return. Scarfed at the prophet Soman's. That said I would live to learn. That you can't get away from it. No, you can't get away. No, no, no, no, no. No, you can't get away from No, you can't get away In a hotel room in Amsterdam On a wild and windy August night As a cloud passed over a cold moon My heart was seized with terror and fright Seben up through the floorboards, coming in through the walls, coming in through the doorway, winging up and down the halls. That you can't get away from it No, you can't get away No, you can't get away from it No, you can't get away No, you can't get away No, you can't get away On the bright side of the road With a lover once again On the bright side of the road Oh, darling, come with me Help me show my love From the blocking of the street And the bright side on the road. And let's do this like we're born. If there's some town, some town we don't know why. And time seems to go by so fast. In the twinkling light. Croquet! Let's enjoy it while we can. Let's enjoy it while we can. Help me sing my song. Help me sing my song. On the dark end of the street. On the bright side of the road. To the bright side of the road. On the dark end of the street. On the bright side of the road. On the dark end of the street. On the dark end of the street. To the bright side of the road. To the bright side of the road. When your lover's wondering. On the bright side of the road. Bé, bé, bé. Bé, bé, bé. Bé, bé, bé. M'agrada molt. 1, 2, it's time to shout away, it's time to shout away. 1, 2, it's time to shout away. Oh, still fire is sweeping down the streets of earth. Birds, I can't let them move, don't let them ever fly away. Oh, children, it's just a shot away. He's got the shot away. He's got the shot away. He's got the shot away. He's got the shot away. He's got the shot away. Gràcies per atendre'ns. Doncs l'últim tema que acabeu de sentir dels Rollins amb aquest Gimme Shelter. Un tema que a més té molt a veure si sentiu la llet o la tradueu amb tot el que està passant a Barcelona. S'està liant una oda però d'aquelles de veritat. Finalment ens acomiadem amb un tema molt important també del Bob Dylan Lady Lady Lady. Bona nit i fins la propera setmana. Lay, lady, lay Lay across my big breastbed Lay, lady, lay Lay across my big breastbed Whatever colors you have in your mind I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine. Lay, lady, lay. Lay across my big breastbed. Stay, lady, stay. Stay with your man if wild. Until the break of day Let me see you make them smile His clothes are dirty but his His hands are clean And you're the best thing that he's ever seen Stay, lady, stay Stay with your man and wild. Why wait any longer for the world to begin? You can have your cake and eat it too. Why wait any longer for the one you love when he's standing In front of you. Lay, lady, lay. Lay across my big breastbed. Stay, lady, stay. Stay while the night is still ahead. I long to see you in the morning light I long to reach for you in the night Stay, lady, stay Stay while the night is still ahead Ara escolta's, ràdio d'Esper. Sintonitza's, ràdio d'Esper. La ràdio de Sant Just. 48.1. Ràdio d'Esper. 48.1. Ràdio d'Esper. Bona nit, us parlem.