Capítulo I: Fundamentación Teórica
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TOP JackARoe
Oh, there was a wealthy merchant, in London he did dwell.
He had a lovely daughter, the truth to you I'll tell, Oh, the truth to you I'll tell.
She had sweethearts aplenty and men of high degree.
There was none but Jackie Frazier, her true love e'er to be,
"Oh daughter, oh daughter, your body I will confine.
If none but Jack the sailor would ever suit your mind, Oh, would ever suit your mind.
"This body you may imprison, my heart you can't confine.
there's none but Jack the sailor would have this heart of mine, Oh, would have this heart of mine.
Now Jackie's gone sailing with trouble on his mind.
To leave his native country and his darling girl behind, Oh, his darling girl behind.
She went into the tailor shop and dressed in men's array, then she went into the vessel to convey herself away,
She smiled all in her countenance, said, "They call me JackARoe, Oh, they call me JackARoe."
"Your waist is light and slender, your fingers neat and small, Your cheeks too red and rosy for to face the cannonball, Oh, to face the cannonball.
"I know my waist is slender and my fingers they are small, But they would not make me tremble for to see ten thousand fall, the war soon being over, they hunted all around.
Among the dead and dying her darling love she found, Oh, her darling love she found.
She picked him up all in her arms and carries him to town, This couple, they got married, so well they did agree, This couple they got married, so why not you and me,
Jet Pilot
All the bombardiers are trying to force her out of town.
She's five feet nine and she carries a monkey wrench.
She weighs more by the foot than she does by the inch.
She got all the downtown boys, all at her command
But you've got to watch her closely 'cause she ain't no woman
Jim Jones (trad. arr. by Bob Dylan) How across the sea from England Now the jury found me guilty, then says the judge, says he,
"Oh, for life, Jim Jones, I'm sending you Across the stormy sea.
To join the iron gang.
Don't get too gay in Botany Bay, It's high above on the gallows tree
The crows will pick your bones."
And our ship was high upon the sea Then pirates came along,
But the soldiers on our convict ship For they opened fire and somehow drove But I'd rather have joined that pirate ship With the storms ragin' round us,
And the winds ablowin' gale, I'd rather have drowned in misery Than gone to New South Wales.
Now it's day and night and the irons clang, And it's by and by I'll slip my chains, Well, into the bush I'll go
And I'll join the bravest rankers there, And some dark night, when everything Is silent in the town
I'll gun the flogger down.
Oh, I'll give the land a little shock,
And they'll yet regret they've sent Jim Jones in chains to Botany Bay.
Joey (Bob Dylan and Jacques Levy)
Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion
Always on the outside of whatever side there was
When they asked him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just because."
Larry was the oldest, Joey was next to last.
they called Joe "Crazy," the baby they called "Kid Blast."
Some say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too.
It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue.
King of the streets, child of clay.
What made them want to come and blow you away?
there was talk they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that No one ever knew for sure where they were really at.
When they tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost hit the roof.
He went out that night to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof.
the war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets Joey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats
Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners.
they stashed them away in a basement, called them amateurs.
the hostages were tremblin' when they heard a man exclaim,
"Let's blow this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the blame."
But Joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said, "We're not those kind of men.
It's peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again."
King of the streets, child of clay.
What made them want to come and blow you away?
the police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith they got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with.
"What time is it?" said the judge to Joey when they met
"Five to ten," said Joey. The judge says, "That's exactly what you get."
He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich they threw him in the hole one time for tryin' to stop a strike.
His closest friends were black men 'cause they seemed to understand What it's like to be in society with a shackle on your hand.
When they let him out in '71 he'd lost a little weight He tried to find the way back into the life he left behind
To the boss he said, "I have returned and now I want what's mine."
King of the streets, child of clay.
Why did they have to come and blow you away?
It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun
"I'm around too many children," he'd say, "they should never know of one."
Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe, Emptied out the register, said, "Tell 'em it was Crazy Joe."
One day they blew him down in a clam bar in New York He could see it comin' through the door as he lifted up his fork.
He pushed the table over to protect his family then he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy.
King of the streets, child of clay.
What made them want to come and blow you away?
Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep.
I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead, he's just asleep."
then I saw the old man's limousine head back towards the grave
I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not save.
the sun turned cold over President Street and the town of Brooklyn mourned they said a mass in the old church near the house where he was born.
And someday if God's in heaven overlookin' His preserve I know the men that shot him down will get what they deserve.
King of the streets, child of clay.
What made them want to come and blow you away?
John Brown
He stood straight and tall in his uniform and all.
His mama's face broke out all in a grin.
"Oh son, you look so fine, I'm glad you're a son of mine, Do what the captain says, lots of medals you will get, And we'll put them on the wall when you come home."
As that old train pulled out, John's ma began to shout, Tellin' ev'ryone in the neighborhood:
She got a letter once in a while and her face broke into a smile As she showed them to the people from next door.
And these things you called a good oldfashioned war.
Oh! Good oldfashioned war!
then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they did not come.
They ceased to come for about ten months or more.
then a letter finally came saying, "Go down and meet the train.
Your son's acoming home from the war."
But she could not see her soldier son in sight.
But as all the people passed, she saw her son at last, Oh his face was all shot up and his hand was all blown off He whispered kind of slow, in a voice she did not know,
"Oh tell me, my darling son, pray tell me what they done.
And the mother had to turn her face away.
You thought it was the best thing I could do?
I was on the battleground, you were home . . . acting proud.
You wasn't there standing in my shoes."
"Oh, and I thought when I was there, God, what am I doing here?
I'm atryin' to kill somebody or die tryin'.
But the thing that scared me most was when my enemy came close And I saw that his face looked just like mine."
Oh! Lord! Just like mine!
"And I couldn't help but think, through the thunder rolling and stink, That I was just a puppet in a play.
And through the roar and smoke, this string is finally broke, As he turned away to walk, his Ma was still in shock At seein' the metal brace that helped him stand.
But as he turned to go, he called his mother close And he dropped his medals down into her hand.
Copyright ©1963; renewed 1991 Special Rider Music
John Wesley Harding John Wesley Harding Was a friend to the poor,
He trav'led with a gun in ev'ry hand.
'Twas down in Chaynee County, A time they talk about,
And soon the situation there To lend a helping hand.
All across the telegraph But no charge held against him Could they prove.
And there was no man around Who could track or chain him down,
Copyright ©1968; renewed 1996 Dwarf Music
Jokerman
Standing on the waters casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing.
Distant ships sailing into the mist,
You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing.
Freedom just around the corner for you
But with the truth so far off, what good will it do?
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune, Bird fly high by the light of the moon, So swiftly the sun sets in the sky, You rise up and say goodbye to no one.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread,
Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don't show one.
Shedding off one more layer of skin,
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune, Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
You're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds, You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah
But what do you care? Ain't nobody there would want to marry your sister.
Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame,
You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name.
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune, Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy,
the law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers.
In the smoke of the twilight on a milkwhite steed, Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.
Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space,
Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face.
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune, Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Well, the rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame,
Preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain.
Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain, Falsehearted judges dying in the webs that they spin, Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in.
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune, Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet.
He'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat, Take the motherless children off the street
And place them at the feet of a harlot.
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune, Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Just Like A Woman Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain That Baby's got new clothes
Yes, I believe I'll go see her again
Till she sees finally that she's like all the rest With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls.
It was raining from the first And I was dying there of thirst So I came in here
And your longtime curse hurts Is this pain in here
I can't stay in here Ain't it clear that
When we meet again Introduced as friends
Please don't let on that you knew me when Then you ache just like a woman
Copyright ©1966; renewed 1994 Dwarf Music
Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues When you're lost in the rain in Juarez they got some hungry women there And they really make a mess outa you Now if you see Saint Annie
My fingers are all in a knot I don't have the strength To get up and take another shot Sweet Melinda
the peasants call her the goddess of gloom And she invites you up into her room And you're so kind
And leaves you howling at the moon Up on Housing Project Hill
It's either fortune or fame
You must pick up one or the other
Though neither of them are to be what they claim If you're lookin' to get silly
Because the cops don't need you And man they expect the same Now all the authorities
They just stand around and boast
How they blackmailed the sergeantatarms into leaving his post
And picking up Angel who Just arrived here from the coast Who looked so fine at first But left looking just like a ghost But soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they'd stand behind me
When the game got rough But the joke was on me
there was nobody even there to call my bluff I'm going back to New York City
Copyright ©1965; renewed 1993 Special Rider Music
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Katie's Been Gone
Katie's been gone since the spring time;
I wonder what kind of love she's thinkin' of.
Oh, Katie, since ya caught that bus,
Well, I just don't know how things are with us.
I'm still here and you're out there.
She said, There's no need t'feel that way.
But then I wonder why she didn't wanna stay.
Dear Katie, if I'm the only one,
Katie's been gone and now her face is slowly fading from my mind.
She's gone to find some newer places, Left the old life far behind.
Dear Katie, since you've been away I lose a little something every day I need you here, but you're still out there.
Dear Katie, please drop me a line, just write, Love, to tell me you're fine.
I can only think
What ya do, may be there's someone new.
Kingsport Town
The winter wind is a blowing strong The girl I'm athinking of
You caused me to leave old Kingsport Town All because I'm falling for
A curlyheaded darkeyed girl
Who's agonna stroke your cold black hair And sandy colored skin
Who's agonna kiss your Menphis lips When I'm out in the wind
When I'm out in the wind, babe When I'm out in the wind
Who's agonna kiss your Memphis mouth When I'm out in the wind
Who's agonna walk you side by side And tell you everything's alright Who's agonna sing to you all day long And not just in the night
Who's agonna walk you side by side
Who's agonna be your man
Who's agonna look you straight in the eye Who's agonna hold your hard luck hand And who's agonna be your man The winter wind is a blowing strong The girl I'm athinking of.
Knockin' On Heaven's Door
It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Mama, put my guns in the ground I can't shoot them anymore.
That long black cloud is comin' down I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
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Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie
When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb
When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace
In a slowmotion crawl of life's busy race No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup
If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin' And yer rope is aslidin' 'cause yer hands are adrippin' And yer sundecked desert and evergreen valleys Turn to broken down slums and trashcan alleys And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's apourin' And the lightnin's aflashing and the thunder's acrashin'
And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops ashakin'
And yer whole world's aslammin' and bangin' And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
"I never knew it was gonna be this way Why didn't they tell me the day I was born"
And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet And yer kneedeep in the dark water with yer hands in the air And the whole world's awatchin' with a window peek stare And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone aflying And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin' And you need it badly but it lays on the street
And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat
And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat