el sabroso oficio / del dulce mirar Góngora – ¡Qué difícil es entender la belleza! Günter Eich

martes, 11 de noviembre de 2014

The Who - Cut my Hair


Why should I care
If I have to cut my hair?
I've got to move with the fashions
Or be outcast.
I know I should fight
But my old man he's really alright,
And I'm still living at home
Even though it won't last.

Zoot suit, white jacket with side vents
Five inches long.
I'm out on the street again
And I'm leaping along.
I'm dressed right for a beach fight,
But I just can't explain
Why that uncertain feeling is still
Here in my brain.

The kids at school
Have parents that seem so cool.
And though I don't want to hurt them
Mine want me their way.
I clean my room and my shoes
But my mother found a box of blues,
And there doesn't seem much hope
They'll let me stay.

Zoot suit, [etc.]

Why do I have to be different to them?
Just to earn the respect of a dance hall friend,
We have the same old row, again and again.
Why do I have to move with a crowd
Of kids that hardly notice I'm around,
I have to work myself to death just to fit in.

I'm coming down
Got home on the very first train from town.
My dad just left for work
He wasn't talking.
It's all a game,
'Cos inside I'm just the same,
My fried egg makes me sick
First thing in the morning.

2 comentarios:

Paco Campos dijo...

"I'm dressed right for a beach fight...", tengo vagos recuerdos de la película Quadrophenia, de los "mods" dandose de piñas con los ¿"rockers"?, en las playas inglesas (creo que por allí andaba un Sting imberbe)


El transcriptor dijo...

He visto la película, pero no tengo un recuerdo muy nítido. Ahora, eso sí, el disco doble que escuché mil veces en su día, no se olvida. ¡Qué bueno!Prestado por un amigo y grabado en la correspondiente cinta. El álbum tenía un montón de fotografías, entre ellas la del protagonista en su cama con un montón de chicas desnudas en la cabecera, que nuestra piadosa censura había cubierto burdamente en aquellos tiempos sin photoshop. Ridículos.