Cry on
Hoy toca un repaso por esos momentos privados del jamaicano que tanto gustan a algunos de los incondicionales de la web. Una grabación personal de 1980. Bob, su guitarra y su creatividad. La canción se conoce como “Cry on”, y os dejo una transcripción de lo que Marley canta (que, evidentemente, no es mía).
I feel creation cry on, cry on.
Oh-oh, cry on, cry on.
I see desations of temptations.
Every time must go through true revelation.
Cause in the ways I am firing in it getting hot.
And it’s my turn to fight, cause I get stronger.
Cry on, cry on.
Cry on, come on.
Don’t cry, my sister.
And some will hate you and try to drive you away.
No thing that stocked in the flesh, so that would I pray.
Must be demonstent unlead the way.
You brought a lot of wine,
Better find a way.
Cry on, cry on, boost your targets.
Cry on, cry on, in my own eyes.
Hmm. The big have upset your trop through them guy,
Cause all must fail the day I found I.
Cause as the sun shine cold on fire,
Oh, my every every every talk is crying.
Don’t you cry on, cry on.
Don’t want it, baby, am fillth and gone with it.
Far away from the living, babe,
The wicked have set their traps and veil their nets.
And keep circumcising their beds. Through this my eyes,
People, in my distinction, this is: ‹Fill-Itñ.
So brother, if you make it, you’ve got traces.
Cry on, try on.
Now further to go.
Carry on, no broomstick boom,
Got further to go now.
Just around the corner riding around,
Further to blow, cry on.
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audio: Cry on (Home tape 80)
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22 comentarios 24 noviembre, 2009
