JONI MITCHELL

" He aquí alguien que simplemente aparece, simplemente sale con una guitarra normal, una boina y una historia a base de un collage semántico. Y en cada ocasión el local hecha humo como un incendio en el monte. Y ella está ahí de pie, en medio, fingiendo que afina una guitarra ya bien ajustada, hasta que la cosa se tranquiliza. No hay duda que el elemento sorpresa, que el público no sepa que ella está en el cartel, tiene parte de culpa en esas explosiones, pero hay algo mucho más importante en el asunto: el hecho de que la gente escucha cada una de sus palabras. Su música no tiene nada de rebelde, pero sus maniobras con las palabras llegan casi al borde de lo increíble. "Tengo en la cabeza un gran dilema y una enorme, enorme, enorme sed." Parece haber integrado una estructura de jazz única uniendo letras y construcción rítmica, e incluso haber logrado prendar a las masas con ese sonido."

SAM SHEPARD. "Rolling Thunder: con Bob Dylan en la carretera."

Sitting in a park in Paris, France
Reading the news and it sure looks bad
They wont give peace a chance
That was just a dream some of us had
Still a lot of lands to see
But I wouldn´t want to stay here
It´s too old and cold and settled in it´s ways here
Oh, but California
California Im coming home
I´m going to see the folks I dig
I´ll even kiss a sunset pig
California I´m coming home

I met a redneck on a grecian isle
Who did the goat dance very well
He gave me back my smile
But he kept my camera to sell
Oh the rogue, the red red rogue
He cooked good omelettes and stews
And I might have stayed on with him there
But my heart cried out for you, California
Oh California I´m coming home
Oh make me feel good rockn roll band
I´m your biggest fan
California, I´m coming home


Oh it gets so lonely
When you´re walking
And the streets are full of strangers
All the news of home you read
Just gives you the blues
Just gives you the blues

So I bought me a ticket
I caught a plane to Spain
Went to a party down a red dirt road
There were lots of pretty people there
Reading Rolling Stone, reading Vogue
They said, How long can you hang around?
I said a week, maybe two,
Just until my skin turns brown
Then I´m going home to California
California I´m coming home
Oh will you take me as I am
Strung out on another man
California I´m coming home


Oh it gets so lonely
When youre walking
And the streets are full of strangers
All the news of home you read
More about the war
And the bloody changes
Oh will you take me as l am?
Will you take me as l am?
Will you?

JONI MITCHELL "California"