La Canción De La Semana "BIKER LIKE AN ICON" Paul McCartney

Hace a penas 10 días que Sir Paul McCartney cumplía 74 años y con eso ya tenemos excusa suficiente para poner uno de sus temas.

Esta semana es el protagonista de esta sección casi mensual (jiji) con este "Biker Like An Icon" perteneciente a su álbum de 1993 "Off The Ground".

Parece ser que todo comenzó con una conversación con su esposa Linda sobre cámaras en la cual ella le decía que le gustaba una Leica ("I like a Leica"). Paul le hizo contestó con un "I like a Nikon" y supongo que en su mente oyó una melodía que acabaría transformando en este pegajoso estribillo.

Fue el cuarto y último single extraído del disco y no tuvo, la verdad, demasiado éxito.

Esta semana Sir Paul McCartney es el elegido.
Feliz escucha, feliz semana.

Paul McCartney

"BIKER LIKE AN ICON"

There was a girl who loved a biker

She used to follow him across America

But the biker didn't like her

She didn't care, she still persisted

Though her brother said she was twisted

And the family said they wouldn't miss her anyway

She loved the biker like an icon

Gazing at his picture everyday

She loved the biker like an icon

Slowly watching precious water drip away

She did her best to fix a meeting

She pulled it off one night in Hollywood

When he met her, he couldn't let her get away

He didn't ask for her permission

He took advantage of her position

But he was always her ambition anyway

She loved the biker like an icon

Gazing at his picture everyday

She loved the biker like an icon

Slowly watching precious water drip away, oh

She loved the biker like an icon

Slowly watching precious water drip away

The family tried so hard to find her

They showed her picture across America

But no trace of her sweet face was ever found

She loved the biker like an icon

Gazing at his picture everyday

She loved the biker like an icon

Slowly watching precious water drip away, hey, hey

She loved the biker like an icon

Slowly watching precious water drip away, yeah, yeah

She loved the biker like an icon

Slowly watching precious water drip away, ha, ha, ha, ha

She loved the biker like an icon

La Canción De La Semana "STARS" Janis Ian

Uno de mis artistas favoritos es Rahsaan Patterson, desconocido para el gran público es un cantante nacido en Nueva York en 1974. Siendo un crío formó parte de "Kids Incorporated", una especie de pre-club Disney donde un grupo de niños y niñas interpretaban temas famosos y de actualidad (a mediados de los años 80).

Años más tarde empezaría a aparecer como corista, compositor y productor y a mediados de los 90 le llegaría su momento para editar discos en solitario. Desde entonces 6 álbumes (todos buenos) y prácticamente nada de ruido en los medios de comunicación... Una pena.

En su cuarto disco "Wines & Spirits" del 2007 había un tema que cerraba el disco que desde la primera escucha me cautivó. Se titula "Stars" y en ella Rahsaan -como de costumbre- hace una espectacular interpretación.

No sería hasta ayer mismo que descubrí que se trataba de una versión de una canción de una cantautora que precisamente la sacó el mismo año en el que él nació; 1974.

Janis Ian es su nombre y aquí os dejo la versión original que dobla en tiempo a la de Rahsaan y que además tiene toda la letra completa (él hizo alguna adaptación). La interpretación, el sentimiento y lo que dice el tema es tremendo y me tiene enganchado; la tengo en modo repeat.

Además, con la reciente marcha de Prince y la de otras "stars" el significado toma más y más importancia.

"Stars" de Janis Ian es la canción de la semana. Espero que os guste y que os llegue.
Feliz escucha, feliz semana.

Janis Ian

"STARS"

I was never one for singing what I really feel

Except tonight, I'm bringing everything I know that's real

Stars, they come and go, they come fast they come slow

They go like the last light of the sun, all in a blaze

And all you see is glory

Hey, but it gets lonely there when there's no one here to share

We can shake it away if you'll hear a story

People lust for fame like athletes in a game

We all break our collarbones and come up swinging

Some of us are crowned, some of us are drowned

And some are lost and never found, but most have seen it all

They live their lives in sad cafes and music halls

They always come up singing

Some make it when they're young

Before the world has done it's dirty job

And later on, someone will say

"You've had your day, you must make way"

But they'll never know the pain of living with a name you never owned

Or the many years forgetting what you know too well

That the ones who gave the crown have been let down

You try to make amends without defending

Perhaps pretending you never saw the eyes

Of grown men of twenty five

Who all followed as you walked and asked for autographs

Or kissed you on the cheek

And you never could believe they really loved you

Some make it when they're old

Perhaps they have a soul they're not afraid to bare

Or perhaps there's nothing there

Stars, they come and go, they come fast, they come slow

They go like the last light of the sun, all in a blaze

And all you see is glory

But those who've seen it all

Live all their lives in sad cafes and music halls

We always have a story

Some women have a body men will want to see

So they put it on display

And some people play a fine guitar

I can listen to them play all day

Some ladies really move across a stage

And gee, they sure can dance

But I guess I could learn how if I gave it half a chance

But I always feel so funny when my body tries to soar

And I seem to always worry about missing the next chord

So I guess there isn't anything to put up on display

Except the tunes and whatever else I say

And anyway, that isn't really what I meant to say

I just meant to tell a story and I live from day to day

Stars, they come and go, they come fast, they come slow

They go like the last light of the sun, all in a blaze

And all you see is glory

But those who've seen it all

Live all their lives in sad cafes and music halls

We always have a story

So if you don't lose patience with my fumbling around

I'll come up singing for you even when I'm down