castleotto escribió:
Podría encajar Born to run de Bruce Springsteen en esto?
Tiene un mini-estribillo (que no sé si llega a tal, y además no se repite en todos los finales de estrofa) al estilo de muchas de Dylan, gran maestro del Boss en la composición de letras. Incluso aunque lo considerásemos estribillo, creo que está utilizado de forma original, y confiere a la canción simultáneamente fuerza y personalidad propia.
"Tramps like us, baby we were born to run"
Creo que es una cancionaca, de las mejores que se han escrito.
In the day we sweat it out on the streets
Of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through the mansions of glory
In suicide machines
Sprung from cages on Highway 9
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected, and steppin' out over the line
Oh, baby this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we're young
'Cause tramps like us, baby, we were born to run
Yes, girl, we were
Wendy, let me in, I wanna be your friend
I wanna guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims
And strap your hands 'cross my engines
Together we could break this trap
We'll run 'til we drop, baby, we'll never go back
Oh, will you walk with me out on the wire?
'Cause, baby, I'm just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta know how it feels
I want to know if love is wild
Babe, I want to know if love is real
Oh, can you show me
Beyond the Palace, hemi-powered drones
Scream down the boulevard
Girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in the mist
I wanna die with you, Wendy, on the street tonight
In an everlasting kiss
The highway's jammed with broken heroes
On a last chance power drive
Everybody's out on the run tonight
But there's no place left to hide
Together, Wendy, we can live with the sadness
I'll love you with all the madness in my soul
Oh, someday, girl, I don't know when
We're gonna get to that place
Where we really wanna go and we'll walk in the sun
But 'til then, tramps like us
Baby, we were born to run
Oh honey, tramps like us
Baby, we were born to run
Come on with me, tramps like us
Baby, we were born to run
Está construida sobre dos estrofas similares en la primera mitad, un puente de 16 compases (8+8) y una tercera estrofa que vuelve al esquema de las dos primeras y se alarga al final para el cierre, con repeticiones de las últimas frases. Más o menos un A-A-B-A
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The sound of silence está construida sobre un esquema de 5 estrofas de 16 compases cada una, con unas armonías muy similares, la 1ª introduciendo el tema, y las 2-3, y 4-5 emparejadas entre sí; los esquemas de las estrofas son muy parecidos, salvo mínimas variaciones, casi limitadas a adornos, que no cambian lo básico. El truco está en la repetición al final de cada estrofa, y en la intensidad creciente de la interpretación; igualmente un esquema muy dylaniano, y ahí tenemos al gran Paul Simon, fan confeso de Dylan, pilotando esas letras sensibles e inteligentes que siempre supo escribir. Para mi ejecuta la repetición de la frase final como recurso, y no la calificaría como "estribillo" propiamente dicho.
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams, I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light, I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
Then the sign said, "The words on the prophets are written on the subway walls
In tenement halls"
And whispered in the sound of silence