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
