Said the joker to the thief
There’s too much confusion
I can’t get no relief
Businessman they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody of it is worth
No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I we’ve been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hours getting late
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Bare-foot servants too
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Bare-foot servants too
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl
No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I we’ve been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hours getting late
There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There’s too much confusion
I can’t get no relief
Businessman they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody of it is worth
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Bare-foot servants too
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl
No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I we’ve been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hours getting late
There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There’s too much confusion
I can’t get no relief
Businessman they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody of it is worth
Bob Dylan
2 comentarios:
Una gran canción.
Los juegos para interpretarla abundan. El joker como el artista insatisfecho. El ladrón consolándolo, mostrándose empatico. En la atalaya, los príncipes resguardando la sociedad.
Tal vez la posibilidad de leerla alterando el orden de los versos es lo que más me fascina. Da una nueva perspectiva. Un verdadero clásico. Bajen las versiones de Dylan, Hendrix y Dave Matthews Band.
Excelente canción Wolf. Aunque debo admitir que es la primera vez que le presto atención a la letra y la verdad es que me cambió la perspectiva. Muy personalmente prefiero la versión de Hendrix,
un abrazo de guitarrero estridente y sicodélico
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