Tom Waits: "Hold On".

Sin ganas de actualizar mi blog, por profusos y disparejos motivos. Me decido a poner una de esas canciones que tanto me alteran al escucharla… al sentirla.

Esta composición es de esas que esté en el estado que esté… provocan una mudanza en mi ser… me hace sentir diferente… me desencaja. Saca de mi interior todo aquello que deseo decir y lo muestra a través de mis expresiones.

Espero que os guste y que logre cambiar vuestros ánimos como hace conmigo… dejaos llevar por esa misteriosa voz… por ese ritmo.

Gracias a todos aquellos que sientan algo al escuchar esta canción… que recuerdan… que lloran… que sonríen… gracias… gracias por todo.

Os dejo la letra.

Hold on.

They hung a sign up in out town
"if you live it up, you won't
live it down"
So, she left Monte Rio, son
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
With charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
She went and took that California trip
Well, the moon was gold, her
Hair like wind
She said don't look back just
Come on Jim
(Chorus)
Oh you got to
Hold on, Hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You gotta hold on

Well, he gave her a dimestore watch
And a ring made from a spoon
Everyone is looking for someone to blame
But you share my bed, you share my name
Well, 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 nothin left to do

Oh you got to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here, you got to
Just 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

Well, you build it up, you wreck it down
You burn your mansion to the ground
When there's nothing left to keep you here, when
You're falling behind in this
Big blue world

Oh you go to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You got to hold on

Down by the Riverside motel,
It's 10 below and falling
By a 99 cent store she closed her eyes
And started swaying
But it's so hard to dance that way
When it's cold and there's no music
Well your old hometown is so far away
But, inside your head there's a record
That's playing, a song called

Hold on, hold on
You really got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
And just hold on.

GRACIAS.