Durante estos años de divagues, he colgado alguna canción de Bob Dylan: "Like a rolling stone", o "Masters of War", con motivos nostálgicos-aquellas cintas TDK- o seudoactivistas-Fallujah. No todas las que debería.
Hoy, con el motivo de su Nobel todavía calentito, voy a tener una idea innovadora en el mundo del bloguerío: voy a colgar una canción suya! Pero, divagantes, me siento justificada: Dylan es una de los culpables de la sección "tengo un pasado oscuro" de este blog. Porque aquellos maravillosos años sin una guitarra dando la brasa con "Blowing in the wind" no hubieran sido tanto el Dark Side.
La decisión es dura: cual? Hay tantas! Una de las modernas que cantaba en dúo me gustaba mucho, pero no recuerdo el título. Sigo pensando. Por fin: lo veo claro. "Who killed Davey Moore", sobre un boxeador que muere tras una lucha. La razón es de peso y se lama "Verano del 2016": estaba en el shuffle del iphone en nuestras vacaciones en el Jónico y de vez en cuando sonaba en el coche. Hasta Mini repetía el estribillo que es como una cantinela: "Who killed Davey Moore?"
La letra, para los que lean en inglés puede explicarlo todo. Me refiero al Nobel. Dylan toma prestada la estructura de una canción infantil, Cock Robin y, mientras tras la muerte del boxeador el mundo se debatía sobre el sentido de este "deporte", Dylan abre el zoom y se pregunta por el sistema que ha creado a los Davey Moores, y que los mantienen: quién mató a Davey Moore? No fui yo, dicen el árbitro, el público, el manager, el apostador, el periodista de boxeo, el boxeador que lo tumbó. No fui yo.
Who killed Davey Moore
Who killed Davey Moore,
Why an' what's the reason for?
"Not I, " says the referee,
"Don't point your finger at me.
I could've stopped it in the eighthAn' maybe kept him from his fate,
But the crowd would've booed, I'm sure,
At not gettin' their money's worth.
It's too bad he had to go,
But there was a pressure on me too, you know.It wasn't me that made him fall.
No, you can't blame me at all."
Who killed Davey Moore,
Why an' what's the reason for?
"Not us, " says the angry crowd,
Whose screams filled the arena loud.
"It's too bad he died that night
But we just like to see a fight.
We didn't mean for him t' meet his death,We just meant to see some sweat,
There ain't nothing wrong in that.
It wasn't us that made him fall.
No, you can't blame us at all."
Who killed Davey Moore,
Why an' what's the reason for?
"Not me, " says his manager,
Puffing on a big cigar.
"It's hard to say, it's hard to tell,
I always thought that he was well.
It's too bad for his wife an' kids he's dead,
But if he was sick, he should've said.
It wasn't me that made him fall.No, you can't blame me at all."
Who killed Davey Moore,
Why an' what's the reason for?
"Not me, " says the gambling man,
With his ticket stub still in his hand.
"It wasn't me that knocked him down,
My hands never touched him none.
I didn't commit no ugly sin,
Anyway, I put money on him to win.
It wasn't me that made him fall.
No, you can't blame me at all."
Who killed Davey Moore,
Why an' what's the reason for?
"Not me, " says the boxing writer,
Pounding print on his old typewriter,
Sayin', "Boxing ain't to blame,
There's just as much danger in a football game."
Sayin', "Fist fighting is here to stay,
It's just the old American way.
It wasn't me that made him fall.
No, you can't blame me at all."
Who killed Davey Moore,
Why an' what's the reason for?
"Not me, " says the man whose fists
Laid him low in a cloud of mist,
Who came here from Cuba's door
Where boxing ain't allowed no more.
"I hit him, yes, it's true,
But that's what I am paid to do.
Don't say 'murder, ' don't say 'kill.'
It was destiny, it was God's will."
Who killed Davey Moore,
Why an' what's the reason for?
