Townes

El Raising Sand de Alison Krauss y Plant es un producto de la crítica, no tiene canciones nuevas, ni una producción grandilocuente, ni pretende sorprender (la misma portada no dice nada). Pero suena. Suena como la arena. Y está Marc Ribot. Además, entre clásicos de los 50 (Everly Brothers), bichos raros (Gene Clark) y el viejo Tom (Waits), aparece un tema de Townes Van Zandt, Nothing, que casi es lo mejor del disco. Al menos eso dice nuestro manager-recorder.

Townes, que se merece mil homenajes.



Sometimes I don't know where this dirty road is taking me
Sometimes I can't even see the reason why
I guess I keep on gamblin', lots of booze and lots of ramblin'
It's easier than just a-waitin' 'round to die

One-time friends I had a ma, I even had a pa
He beat her with a belt once cause she cried
She told him to take care of me, she headed down to Tennessee
It's easier than just a-waitin' 'round to die

I came of age and found a girl in a Tuscaloosa bar
She cleaned me out and hit it on the sly
I tried to kill the pain, I bought some wine and hopped a train
Seemed easier than just a-waitin' 'round to die

A friend said he knew where some easy money was
We robbed a man and brother did we fly
The posse caught up with me, drug me back to Muskogee
It's two long years, just a-waitin' 'round to die

Now I'm out of prison, I got me a friend at last
He don't steal or cheat or drink or lie
His name's codeine, he's the nicest thing I've seen
Together we're gonna wait around and die