Agua Fría

Es una de esas canciones “épicas” con olor a carbón y cadencias de tren (Blues de guitarra con cuerdas roncas). Su héroe es de esos tipejos eternamente jóvenes y llenos de arrugas en el rostro que se creen los dueños del mundo porque lo usan sin pagar y además dan cátedra en cualquier esquina sobre los placeres de la vida. Apátridas y antisociales, vagabundos que se mueven en la ciudad y en el campo con la misma soltura porque no tienen nada comprometido, ni conspiran contra nada ni saben quién putas es el prójimo, es decir, bichitos desencajados. La soledad parece que es el único lujo que se permiten, y lo pagan caro. Los días duros pero felices. Sin progreso ni vueltas atrás todo es un devenir al que no le cabe nada en los bolsillos. Cuando se mueren sus cuerpos terminan, en el peor de los casos, siendo carne en caldo de químicos para estudiantes de medicina, en el mejor, bead & breakfast para moscas. Qué horror. Mientras tanto, volvemos a casa, al libro, a la compu, al CD player a subirle el volumen y bailar como tontitos.

Well I woke up this morning
With the cold water
With the cold water
With the cold water (X 2)

Police at the station
And they don’t look friendly
And they don’t look friendly
And they don’t look friendly (X 2)

Blind or crippled,
Sharp or dull
I’m reading the Bible
By a 40 watt bulb
What price freedom?

Dirt is my rug…
Well I sleep like a baby
With the snakes and the bugs.

Well the stores are open
But I ain’t got no money
But I ain’t got no money
But I ain’t got no money (X 2)

Found and old dog
And he seems to like me
And he seems to like me
And he seems to like me (X 2)

Seem them fellows
With the card board signs
Scraping up a little money
To buy a bottle of wine
Pregnant women and
The Vietnam vets I say
Begging on the freeway
‘bout as hard as it gets

Well I slept in the grave yard
It was cool and still
Cool and still
Cool and still (X 2)

Slept all night in the Cedar grove
I was born to ramble
Born to rove
Some men are searching for the
Holy Grail
But there ain’t nothing sweeter
Than riding the rails

I look 47 but I’m 24
Well they shooed me away
From here the time before
Turned their backs
And they locked their doors
I´m watching T.V. in
The window of a furniture store.

Well I woke up this morning
With the cold water
With the cold water
With the cold water (X 2)

Tom Waits