Canción: Marakesh Express + Blackbird
Intérprete: Crosby, Stills & Nash (CSN)
Compositor: Graham Nash (M.E.) y Paul McCartney (Blackbird)
Disco: directo en Woodstock (1969). Originales en Marakesh Express (1969) y White Album (The Beatles, 1968)
Lyrics:
Marakesh Express
Looking at the world
Trough the sunset in your eyes
Trying to make the train
To clear Moroccan skies
Bugs and pigs and chickens call
Animal carpet wall to wall
American man is five foot tall and you
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 up to what's been said to you
Would you know we're riding
on the Marrakech Express
Would you know we're riding
on the Marrakech Express
All on board that train
I've been saving all my money just to take you there
I smell the garden in your hair
Take a train to Casablanca going south
Blowing smoke rings from the corners of my m,m,m,m,mouth
Cold coffins hang in the square
Charming corporals in the square
Don't you know we're riding on the Marrakech Express (X2)
They're taking me to Marrakech Express
Don't you know we're riding on the Marrakech Express (X2)
They're taking me to Marrakech
All on board that train (X3)
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Black bird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise,oh
You were only waiting for this moment to arise, oh
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Observaciones:
Es sorprendente que músicos reputados se puedan conjugar en un juego de voces tan armónico. Crosby, Still & Nash son básicamente unos hippies románticos, con un rollo algo folkie, que sugieren unas reminiscencias muy claras a la parte macanrtniana de los Beatles y a Simon & Garfunkel. Y el que hayan cuajado como imitadores, en ocasiones mejorando el estilo, como en mi opinión hacen con Blackbird, llegando cada uno de vuelta de caminos lindantes con una gran popularidad es igualmente sorprendente. Sorprendente. Amazing.
Crosby (el melenudo de bigote) fue miembro fundador de los Byrds. Tras dejar el grupo por agotamiento, conoció en una fiesta que daba Mamma Cass (sí, los personajes se cruzan, como en Lost) a un rebotado de Buffalo Springfield: Stephen Stills. El grupo se completó con, nunca mejor dicho completar, o si se quiere "rellenar", con el ex-Hollies, Crosby. Y de vez en cuando aun hay sitio en el grupo para la superestrella folkie americana Neil Young.
Intérprete: Crosby, Stills & Nash (CSN)
Compositor: Graham Nash (M.E.) y Paul McCartney (Blackbird)
Disco: directo en Woodstock (1969). Originales en Marakesh Express (1969) y White Album (The Beatles, 1968)
Lyrics:
Marakesh Express
Looking at the world
Trough the sunset in your eyes
Trying to make the train
To clear Moroccan skies
Bugs and pigs and chickens call
Animal carpet wall to wall
American man is five foot tall and you
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 up to what's been said to you
Would you know we're riding
on the Marrakech Express
Would you know we're riding
on the Marrakech Express
All on board that train
I've been saving all my money just to take you there
I smell the garden in your hair
Take a train to Casablanca going south
Blowing smoke rings from the corners of my m,m,m,m,mouth
Cold coffins hang in the square
Charming corporals in the square
Don't you know we're riding on the Marrakech Express (X2)
They're taking me to Marrakech Express
Don't you know we're riding on the Marrakech Express (X2)
They're taking me to Marrakech
All on board that train (X3)
Blackbird
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Black bird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise,oh
You were only waiting for this moment to arise, oh
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Observaciones:
Es sorprendente que músicos reputados se puedan conjugar en un juego de voces tan armónico. Crosby, Still & Nash son básicamente unos hippies románticos, con un rollo algo folkie, que sugieren unas reminiscencias muy claras a la parte macanrtniana de los Beatles y a Simon & Garfunkel. Y el que hayan cuajado como imitadores, en ocasiones mejorando el estilo, como en mi opinión hacen con Blackbird, llegando cada uno de vuelta de caminos lindantes con una gran popularidad es igualmente sorprendente. Sorprendente. Amazing.
Crosby (el melenudo de bigote) fue miembro fundador de los Byrds. Tras dejar el grupo por agotamiento, conoció en una fiesta que daba Mamma Cass (sí, los personajes se cruzan, como en Lost) a un rebotado de Buffalo Springfield: Stephen Stills. El grupo se completó con, nunca mejor dicho completar, o si se quiere "rellenar", con el ex-Hollies, Crosby. Y de vez en cuando aun hay sitio en el grupo para la superestrella folkie americana Neil Young.
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