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domingo, 22 de noviembre de 2009

Wasn't Born To Follow

Esta cancion siempre me ha gustado, tal vez por la ultima linea, tal vez porque se nota que se fumaron un porro para escribirla, tal vez por que no habla del amor como el 80 por ciento de las canciones del planeta... Definitivamente por todas las anteriores :)

Me gusta porque me hace sentir libre, sin ataduras de una supuesta moral ni de reglas innecesarias.


Wasn't Born To Follow, Carole King

Oh, I'd rather go and journey where the
Diamond crescent's flowing
And run across the valley
Beneath the sacred mountain
And wander through the forest
Where the trees have leaves of prisms
That break the light up into colors
That no one knows the names of

And when it's time I'll go and wait
Beside the legendary fountain
Till I see your form reflected
In its clear and jeweled waters
And if you think I'm ready
You may lead me to the chasm
Where the rivers of our visions
Flow into one another

And I'll stay awhile and wonder
At the mist that they've created
And lose myself within it
Cleanse my mind and body
And I know at that moment
As I stand in that cathedral
I will want to dive
Beneath the white cascading water

She may beg and she may plead
And she may argue with your logic
Mention all the things I'll lose
That really have no value
Though I doubt that she will ever
Come to understand my meaning
In the end she'll surely know
I wasn't born to follow