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20 Noviembre 2009

- B.B. King (Riley B. King): "Everyday I have the Blues"

Everyday, everyday i have the blues
Everyday, everyday i have the blues
When you see me worried baby
Because it's you i hate to lose

Oh nobody loves me, nobody seems to care
Yes nobody loves me, nobody seems to care
Speaking of bad luck and trouble
Well you know i had my share

I'm gonna pack my suitcase, move on down the line
Yes i'm gonna pack my suitcase, move on down the line
Where there aint nobody worried
And there aint nobody crying

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17 Noviembre 2009

- Big Mama Thornton (Willie Mae Thornton): "Hound Dog"

You ain't nothing but a hound dog
Been snoopin' 'round the door
You ain't nothing but a hound dog
Been snoopin' 'round my door
You can wag your tail
But I ain't gonna feed you no more

You told me you was high class
But I could see through that
Yes, you told me you was high class
But I could see through that
And daddy I know
You ain't no real cool cat

You ain't nothing but a hound dog
Been snoopin' 'round the door
You're just an old hound dog
Been snoopin' 'round my door
You can wag your tail
But I ain't gonna feed you no more

You made me feel so blue
You made me weep and moan
You made me feel so blue
Well you made me weep and moan
'Cause I'm looking for a woman
All your lookin' for is a home

You ain't nothing but a hound dog
Been snoopin' 'round the door
You ain't nothing but a hound dog
Been snoopin' 'round my door
You can wag your tail
But I ain't gonna feed you no more

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17 Noviembre 2009

- Robert Johnson: "Crossroad"

I went to the crossroad

    fell down on my knees

I went to the crossroad

    fell down on my knees

Asked the Lord above "Have mercy, now

    save poor Bob, if you please

Mmmmm, standin' at the crossroad

    I tried to flag a ride

Standin' at the crossroad

    I tried to flag a ride

Didn't nobody seem to know me

    everybody pass me by

Mmm, the sun goin' down, boy

    dark gon' catch me here

oooo ooee eeee

    boy, dark gon' catch me here

I haven't got no lovin' sweet woman that

    love and feel my care

You can run, you can run

    tell my friend-boy Willie Brown

You can run, you can run

    tell my friend-boy Willie Brown

Lord, that I'm standin' at the crossroad, babe

    I believe I'm sinkin' down

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17 Noviembre 2009

- Huddie William Ledbetter, "Lead Belly": "Pick a Bale of Cotton"

Jump down, turn around to pick a bale of cotton/
Jump down, turn around to pick a bale a day./
Jump down, turn around to pick a bale of cotton/
Jump down, turn around to pick a bale a day./
Oh Lordy, pick a bale of cotton, oh Lordy,/
Pick a bale a day./
Oh Lordy, pick a bale of cotton, oh Lordy,/
Pick a bale a day./
Me and my gal can pick a bale of cotton,/
Me and my gal can pick a bale a day.

(Chorus)

Me and my wife can pick a bale of cotton,/
Me and my wife can pick a bale a day./

(Chorus)

Me and my friend can pick a bale of cotton,/
Me and my friend can pick a bale a day./

(Chorus)

Me and my papa can pick a bale of cotton,/
Me and my papa can pick a bale a day./

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17 Noviembre 2009

- "Blind" Lemon Jefferson: ""The Black Snake Moan"

I - I ain't got no mama now
I - I ain't got no mama now
She told me late last night, "You don't need no mama no how"
Mmm, mmm, black snake crawlin' in my room
Mmm, mmm, black snake crawlin' in my room
Some pretty mama better come and get this black snake soon
Ohh-oh, that must have been a bed bug, baby a chinch can't bite that hard
Ohh-oh, that must have been a bed bug, honey a chinch can't bite that hard
Ask my sugar for fifty cents, she said "Lemon, ain't a child in the yard"
Mama, that's all right, mama that's all right for you
Mama, that's all right, mama that's all right for you
Mama, that's all right, most seen all you do
Mmm, mmm, what's the matter now?
Mmm, mmm, honey what's the matter now?
Sugar, what's the matter, don't like no black snake no how
Mmm, mmm, wonder where my black snake gone?
Mmm, mmm, wonder where this black snake gone?
Black snake mama done run my darlin' home

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10 Noviembre 2009

- Howlin' Wolf: "How many more years"

How many more years, have I got to let you dog me around
How many more years, have I got to let you dog me around
I'd soon rather be dead, sleeping six feet in the ground

I'm gonna fall on my knees, I'm gonna raise up my right hand
I'm gonna fall on my knees, I'm gonna raise up my right hand
Say I'd feel much better darling, if you'd just only understand

I'm going upstairs, I'm gonna bring back down my clothes
I'm going upstairs, I'm gonna bring back down my clothes, do them all
If anybody ask about me, just tell'em I walked out on

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10 Noviembre 2009

- Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong: "Cheek to cheek"

(Louis)
Heaven, i'm in heaven
and my heart beats so that i can hardly speak
and i seem to find the happiness i seek
when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek
yes, heaven, i'm in heaven
and the cares that hung around me through the week
seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak
when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek
oh i'd love to climb a mountain
and reach the highest peak
but it doesn't thrill me half as much
as dancing cheek to cheek
oh i'd love to go out fishing
in a river or a creek
but i don't enjoy it half as much
as dancing cheek to cheek
now, mama, dance with me
i want my arms about you
the charms about you
will carry me through, yes
Heaven, i'm in heaven
and my heart beats so that i can hardly speak
and i seem to find the happiness i seek
when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek
(sing it ella, swing it)

(Ella)
Heaven, i'm in heaven
and my heart beats so that i can hardly speak
and i seem to find the happiness i seek
when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek
Heaven, i'm in heaven
and the cares that hung around me through the week
seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak
when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek
oh i'd love to climb a mountain
and reach the highest peak
but it doesn't thrill me half as much
as dancing cheek to cheek
oh i love to go out fishing
in a river or a creek
but i don't enjoy it half as much
as dancing cheek to cheek
come on and dance with me
i want my arm about you
the charm about you
will carry me through to
Heaven, i'm in heaven
and my heart beats so that i can hardly speak
and i seem to find the happiness i seek
when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek

(Louis & Ella)
Yes, dance with me
i want my arm(s) about you
the charm(s) about you
will carry me through to
Heaven, i'm in heaven
and my heart beats so that i can hardly speak
and i seem to find the happiness i seek
when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek
cheek to cheek
cheek to cheek
cheek to cheek

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10 Noviembre 2009

- Muddy Waters: "Hoochie coochie man"

The gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born
I got a boy child's comin'
He's gonna be a son of a gun
He gonna make pretty womens
Jump and shout
Then the world wanna know
What this all about
But you know I'm him
Everybody knows I'm him
Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I'm him

I got a black cat bone
I got a mojo too
I got the Johnny conkeroo
I'm gonna mess with you
I'm gonna make you girls
Lead me by my hand
Then the world will know
The hoochie coochie man
But you know I'm him
Everybody knows I'm him
Oh you know I'm the hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I'm him

On the seventh hours
On the seventh day
On the seventh month
The seven doctors say
He was born for good luck
And that you'll see
I got seven hundred dollars
Don't you mess with me
But you know I'm him
Everybody knows I'm him
Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I'm him

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"Sin música la vida sería un error." (F. Nietzsche)

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"He surcado diez caminos,
cruzado miles de ríos.
¿Cómo puede el mundo rodar
sín que se escuche su ruído?
He habitado cientos de casas,
ahora en un desierto vivo.
Me amarás cuando esté muerto,
me querrás cuando por fín me haya ido."

(Los Suaves: "Buenos Aires rock and roll")

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LA POESÍA ES UN ARMA CARGADA DE FUTURO

Cuando ya nada se espera personalmente exaltante,
mas se palpita y se sigue más acá de la conciencia,
fieramente existiendo, ciegamente afirmado,
como un pulso que golpea las tinieblas,

cuando se miran de frente
los vertiginosos ojos claros de la muerte,
se dicen las verdades:
las bárbaras, terribles, amorosas crueldades.

Se dicen los poemas
que ensanchan los pulmones de cuantos, asfixiados,
piden ser, piden ritmo,
piden ley para aquello que sienten excesivo.

Con la velocidad del instinto,
con el rayo del prodigio,
como mágica evidencia, lo real se nos convierte
en lo idéntico a sí mismo.

Poesía para el pobre, poesía necesaria
como el pan de cada día,
como el aire que exigimos trece veces por minuto,
para ser y en tanto somos dar un sí que glorifica.

Porque vivimos a golpes, porque apenas si nos dejan
decir que somos quien somos,
nuestros cantares no pueden ser sin pecado un adorno.
Estamos tocando el fondo.

Maldigo la poesía concebida como un lujo
cultural por los neutrales
que, lavándose las manos, se desentienden y evaden.
Maldigo la poesía de quien no toma partido hasta mancharse.

Hago mías las faltas. Siento en mí a cuantos sufren
y canto respirando.
Canto, y canto, y cantando más allá de mis penas
personales, me ensancho.

Quisiera daros vida, provocar nuevos actos,
y calculo por eso con técnica qué puedo.
Me siento un ingeniero del verso y un obrero
que trabaja con otros a España en sus aceros.

Tal es mi poesía: poesía-herramienta
a la vez que latido de lo unánime y ciego.
Tal es, arma cargada de futuro expansivo
con que te apunto al pecho.

No es una poesía gota a gota pensada.
No es un bello producto. No es un fruto perfecto.
Es algo como el aire que todos respiramos
y es el canto que espacia cuanto dentro llevamos.

Son palabras que todos repetimos sintiendo
como nuestras, y vuelan. Son más que lo mentado.
Son lo más necesario: lo que no tiene nombre.
Son gritos en el cielo, y en la tierra son actos.

(GABRIEL CELAYA)

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