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The Old Homestead

Page history last edited by Tasio Martin 3 years, 5 months ago

 The Old Homestead

 

Up and down the old homestead

The naked rider gallops through his head

And although the moon isn't full

He still feels the pull.

 

Out on the floor where the cowboys dance

Approaching slowly at a glance

Here comes the shadow of his stance

The reins are fallin' from his hands.

 

(Shadow)

“Why do you ride that crazy horse?”

Inquires the shadow with little remorse

Just then a priest comes down the stairs

With a sack of dreams and old nightmares.

 

(Rider)

“Who are you”, the rider says

“You dress in black but you talk like a Fed

You spout ideas from books that you read

Don't you care about this guy's head?”

 

Just then the sound of hoofbeats was heard

And the sky was darkened by a prehistoric bird

Who flew between the unfulfilled moon

And the naked rider, to a telephone booth.

 

(Bird 1)

“We'll call the moon and see what's up

I've got some change in this little tin cup

We'll say that the shadow is growin' dim

And we need some light to get back to him

Just one call should do it all

I'll carve this number on the wall

With my beak”.

 

Flying feathers were all around

The air was filled with a ringing sound.

Two more birds, the second and the third

Came down from the sky to deliver the word.

 

(Birds 2 and 3)

“Where have you been?”, they said to the first

“Get back to the clouds, we're dying of thirst

There's not enough time to make that call

Let's ditch this rider, shadow and all”.

 

The sky was filled with the beautiful birds

Still on the ground some crying was heard

With his dime in his hand and his hand on the dial

His ears were sweating as he forced a smile.

 

Hoofbeats beating across the range

He rode through the night with his cup of change

Tired and beaten he fell into slumber

But up in the sky they still had his number.

 

Up and down the old homestead

The naked rider gallops through his head

And although the moon isn't full

He still feels the pull,

Still feels the pull.

 

El viejo caserón

 

De arriba a abajo del viejo caserón

el jinete desnudo hace galopar su cabeza

y aunque no es luna llena

todavía siente su atracción.

 

Afuera, en el suelo donde bailan los vaqueros

acercándose lentamente, de golpe,

aparece la sombra de su postura

y las riendas se caen de sus manos.

 

(Sombra)

“¿Por qué montas ese caballo loco?”,

pregunta la sombra con poco remordimiento.

Justo entonces un predicador baja las escaleras

con un saco de sueños y viejas pesadillas.

 

(Jinete)

“¿Quién eres?”, dice el jinete.

“Vistes de negro pero hablas como un federal.

Sueltas ideas de libros que has leído

¿No te importa la cabeza de este hombre?”.

 

Justo entonces se oyó un ruido de pezuñas

y un pájaro prehistórico oscureció el cielo

que voló, entre la luna incompleta

y el jinete desnudo, hasta una cabina telefónica.

 

(Pájaro 1)

“Llamaremos a la luna para ver que pasa

tengo algo de cambio en esta pequeña lata.

Diremos que la sombra está aumentando

y que necesitamos un poco más de luz para volver con él.

Una llamada debería bastar.

Grabaré este número en la pared

con mi pico”.

 

Había plumas volando por todas partes.

El aire se llenó con un estruendo.

Dos pájaros más, el segundo y el tercero,

bajaron del cielo para decir la suya.

 

(Pájaros 2 y 3)

“¿Dónde has estado?”, le dijeron al primero.

“Vuelve a las nubes, nos estamos muriendo de sed.

No hay tiempo para hacer esa llamada.

Deshagámonos del jinete, la sombra y de todo”.

 

El cielo se llenó de hermosos pájaros

mientras en la tierra se oía algún grito.

Con su moneda en la mano y la mano en el disco

sus orejas sudaban mientras forzaba una sonrisa.

 

Pezuñas martilleando en la distancia

viajó toda la noche con su lata de monedas.

Cansado y vencido se quedó dormido

pero en el cielo aún tienen su número.

 

De arriba a abajo del viejo caserón

el jinete desnudo hace galopar su cabeza

y aunque no es luna llena

todavía siente su atracción.

Aún siente su atracción.

 

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