Un recent viatge en autocar de tornada des d’Euskal Herria fins a casa m’ha permès una cosa que desitjava fer des de fa molt de temps i per a la qual em faltava només trobar el moment i l’oportunitat per posar-m’hi: preparar un inventari de les cançons de llargada inusual que en un moment o altre de la meva vida m’han interessat i escoltar-les seguides gràcies als bons oficis del senyor Spotify.
Això m’ha permès confegir una llista d’unes quinze cançons –que creixerà en els propers dies, amenaçats esteu– i que aplega cançons repartides en un ample ventall cronològic que comença a la dècada dels 60 i s’acaba pels volts de l’any 2000.
La idea que tinc és anar-les posant aquí els caps de setmana perquè tingueu l’oportunitat d’escoltar-les amb calma. Espero no cansar-me’n (ni cansar-vos).
Avui començo amb “Foreigner Suite”, la cançó principal de “Foreigner”, el setè títol de la discografia de Cat Stevens publicat el 1973, quatre o cinc anys abans que es convertís a l‘Islam i passés a dir-se Yusuf Islam. Ocupa tota la cara A del vinil original i dura 18 minuts i 19 segons.
És un tema ple de canvis de ritme i d’atmosferes molt variades que em va fascinar la primera vegada que em va arribar a l’orella i que encara avui defenso i miro de difondre sempre que puc com una perla no gaire coneguda de l’extensa obra de l’amic Gat Esteve.
Escolteu-lo aquí, gràcies al senyor You Tube i a continuació llegiu-ne la lletra que he copiat i una versió del mateix any 1973 interpretada en directe:
Cat Stevens
There are no words, I can use
Because the meaning still leaves for you to choose
And I couldn’t stand to let them be abused, by you.
Dreams I had just last night
Made me scared, white with fright
But I’m over to that Sunnyside road
Over to that Sunnyside road
Fortunes come and fortunes go
But things get better babe, that’s one thing I know
And I’m over to that Sunnyside road
Over to that Sunnyside road
I have a friend that I have met
Who gives me love and a certain respect
Just a little respect, everybody needs just a little respect
That means you…you…
And in a little while our love will spread
To you
Ain’t no matter who inside this world you know
There’ll he someone who will love you just for who you are
Really are
Dreams I had just last night
Made me worried to face up to the light
But I’m over to that Sunnyside road
Over to that Sunnyside road
Come on now it’s freedom calling
Come on over and find yourself
Come on now it’s freedom calling
Come on in and remind yourself
Oh darling, you see my face
But it’s in my heart that’s where it’s taking place
And I couldn’t stand to let it go to waste
Can you…
Oh love, sweet blue love
No man can ever get enough
But maybe one day we’ll all die in love
Will you…oh love, sweet love, my…love
Oh babe, understand
Take my love that’s all I have at hand
Please say you will…don’t say you can’t
Oh will you will you will you
The moment you walked inside my door
I knew’ that I need not look no more
I’ve seen many other girls before, ah but darling
Heaven must’ve programmed you
The moment you fell inside my dreams
I realized all I had not seen
I’ve seen many other girls before, ah hot darling
Heaven must’ve programmed you
You can live in the largest house
And eleven apartments too
Run your own private plane
And a boat in Malibu
But ‘till you know’ deep down what inside you really need
Well I love you baby, ooh my dear
And I think about you sometimes
But when you’re with me boy it chokes my mind
Come on now it’s freedom calling
Come on over and find yourself
Come on now it’s freedom calling
Come on in and remind yourself
Man must fight for freedom sure that’s what most other people would say
Look for a body to lead them but there’s too many to lead them away.
Why wait until it’s your time to die before you learn what you were born to do’?
Come on now it’s freedom calling but there’s only one freedom for you.
Love, love boy…
And I can’t wait to be with you tomorrow night.
Won’t you give me your word that you won’t laugh
Cause you’ve been a saving grace to me
And I’d hate to face a day without you around
My life would be without sound
Love, love, love, love must’ve made you on a Sunday
Cause you taste to me as good as god made honey taste babe
And the sky all glistens with gold
When you’re talking to me
And the whirling wind turns to song
Why it sets my soul free
Love, love. love. Love must’ve made you on a Sunday
There are no words. I can use
Because the meaning still leaves for you to choose
And I couldn’t stand to let them be abused, by you
(La sèrie continua aquí amb més cançons llargues)
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