Saturday, July 22, 2006



The screen door slams
Mary's dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again
I just can't face myself alone again

Don't run back inside
darling you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking
That maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright
Oh and that's alright with me

You can hide 'neath your covers
And study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers
Throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets
Well now I'm no hero
That's understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl
Is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now

Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow back your hair
Well the night's busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back
Heaven's waiting on down the tracks

Oh oh come take my hand
Riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road
oh Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run
Oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold
Thunder Road

Well I got this guitar
And I learned how to make it talk
And my car's out back
If you're ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door's open but the ride it ain't free
And I know you're lonely
For words that I ain't spoken
But tonight we'll be free
All the promises'll be broken

There were ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they're gone
On the wind, so Mary climb in
It's a town full of losers
And I'm pulling out of here to win.

Bruce Springsteen, Thunder
Pic by William Eggleston

2 comments:

xnem said...

Ummmm! Thunder Road una de mis canciones favoritas, y que energía le ponía Bruce cuando la cantaba; se subía al piano, corría por el escenario, saltaba, supongo que el solo hecho de recordar los motivos por los que la compuso le daban alas.
Cada vez que se cerraba de golpe la puerta de tela metálica y el vestido de Mary ondulaba se me ponían los pelos de punto. En esa época lo conocí, era su tercer disco, el definitivo, por cierto la traducción de las letras en la versión española corrieron a cargo de Diego A. Manrique, aparece estos días en mi blog.

William Eggleston. Memphis. Ca. 1969-70.
Está en The Museum of Modern Art de Nueva York. Esta imagen siempre me creó un poco de malestar, no entendía bien cual era el “punctum” como decía Roland Barthes, me parecía extraño el encuadre; recortarle los zapatos!. También su mirada atenta a cámara y el peinado. Creo que el secreto no es solo el color, sino ese tubo con la cadena enrollada y el candado.

No se bien el motivo de unir las dos historias, pero la calle solitaria puede ser la razón, tal vez Roy Orbison sonaba en el porche de alguna de esas casas.

g. said...

Yés, yés, yéeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssss !!!!!!!!!!!!









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