Camina conmigo

Hay cosas que van contigo. Por mucho tiempo. Esta canción es una de ellas. Me acompaña desde hace muchos años (empiezan a ser demasiados, pero estoy estupenda, qué coño!) y no sé muy bien porqué. Cuando la escuché por primera vez, mi inglés era todavía más patético que ahora, con lo que no entendía prácticamente nada de la letra, pero fue escucharla y saber que necesitaría seguir oyéndola bien frecuentemente... Quizá es únicamente por la música, vaya usted a saber, pero lo cierto es que se me ocurren pocas razones para explicarlo. No es por Mark Knopfler, que no sería precisamente un sex-symbol. No es ciertamente por el videoclip, que no se ve antiguo solamente ahora, sino que en su día no era ya espectacular... reitero que la letra no tuvo nada que ver en su momento... quizá esa guitarra, quizá esa batería, quizá ese ¿organillo? que suena al comienzo... Bueno, sigue siendo de mis canciones favoritas, quizá no importe demasiado el porqué, sino lo que importe es que ha perdurado a través de todos mis cambios, ¿no?





Getting crazy on the waltzers but it's the life that i choose
sing about the sixblade sing about the switchback and a torture tattoo
and i been riding on a ghost train where the cars they scream and slam
and i don't know where i'll be tonight but i'd always tell you where i am
in a screaming ring of faces i seen her standing in the light
she had a ticket for the races just like me she was a victim of the night
i put a hand upon the lever said let it rock and let it roll
i had the one arm bandit fever there was an arrow through my heart and my
soul
and the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above
and i'm just high on the world
come on and take a low ride with me girl
on the tunnel of love
it's just the danger when you're riding at your own risk
she said you are the perfect stranger she said baby let's keep it like this
it's just a cake walk twisting baby step right up and say
hey mister give me two give me two cos any two can play
and the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above
and i'm just high on the world
come on and take a low ride with me girl
on the tunnel of love
well it's been money for muscle another whirligig
money for muscle and another girl i dig
another hustle just to make it big
and rockaway rockaway
and girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did
like the spanish city to me when we were kids
oh girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did
like the spanish city to me when we were kids
she took off a silver locket she said remember me by this
she put her hand in my pocket i got a keepsake and a kiss
and in the roar of the dust and diesel i stood and watched her walk away
i could have caught up with her easy enough but something must have made me
stay
and the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above
and i'm just high on the world
come on and take a low ride with me girl
on the tunnel of love
and now i'm searching through these carousels and the carnival arcades
searching everywhere from steeplechase to palisades
in any shooting gallery where promises are made
to rockaway rockaway from cullercoats and whitley bay out to rockaway
and girl it looks so pretty to me like it always did
like the spanish city to me when we were kids
girl it looks so pretty to me like it always did
like the spanish city to me when we were kids