Lucinda Williams. Return of the Grievous Angel

La primera vez que escuché una canción de Gram Parsons fue en la voz de Lucinda Williams. Return of the Grievous Angel venía en un disco tributo a Parsons que en las Navidades de hace unos años me regaló mi hermana. Fue un triunfo doble. Me sirvió para descubrir la música de Gram Parsons y disfruté con la increíble y emotiva interpretación de Lucinda Williams. La canción es el corte 9 del cd y eso no tiene ningún sentido. No hay otra mejor en el disco. Tendría que ser el broche perfecto. La de Lucinda me gusta tanto o mas que la del propio Gram. Lucinda Williams se juntó en los estudios Oceanway de Nashville con unos cuantos tipos competentes entre ellos David Crosby a las voces, Emmylou Harris a la guitarra acústica o Benmont Tench al órgano y bajo la producción de Glyn Johns hizo una interpretación inmejorable de esa canción. De esas que no te cansas de escuchar nunca.

Won't you scratch my itch sweet annie rich

And welcome me back to town

Come out on your porch or i'll step into your parlor

And i'll show you how it all went down

Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels

And a good saloon in every single town

Oh, and i remember something you once told me

And i'll be damned if it did not come true

Twenty thousand roads i went down, down, down

And they all lead me straight back home to you

`cause i headed west to grow up with the country

Across those prairies with the waves of grain

And i saw my devil,

And i saw my deep blue sea

And i thought about a calico bonnet from

Cheyenne to tennessee

We flew straight across that river bridge,

Last night a half past two

The switchman wave his lantern goodbye

And so long as we went rolling through

Billboards and truckstops pass by the grievous angel

And now i know just what i have to do

And the man on the radio won't leave me alone

He wants to take my money for something

That i've never been shown

And i saw my devil,

And i saw my deep blue sea

And i thought about a calico bonnet from

Cheyenne to tennessee

The news i could bring i met up with the king

On his head an amphetamine crown

He talked about unbuckling that old bible belt

And lighted out for some desert town

Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels

And a good saloon in every single town

Oh, but i remembered something you once told me

And i'll be damned if it did not come true

Twenty thousand roads i went down, down, down

And they all lead me straight back home to you

Twenty thousand roads i went down, down, down

And they all lead me straight back home to you