28/7/11

El mejor género musical del mundo

A veces resulta algo lleva toda la vida delante de tus narices y por alguna razón no lo ves. Pero, de repente, se hace la luz y asciendes a un estadio superior de la existencia, como si salieras de la caverna platónica. Me sucedió hace un par de días, mientras veía 2000 maniacos: descubrí lo grande que es el bluegrass, también conocido como música de persecución. Es lo más profundo de la América profunda, la granja, el estar sentado en la mecedora del porche con la escopeta bien a mano para que nadie entre en tu propiedad, el gritar YIIIIIIIIIIHAAAAAAAAA y el cultivar tomacco. Dios bendiga a la cultura paleta.


There's a story you should know from a hundred years ago  
and a hundred years we've waited now to tell
Now the Yankees come along and they'll listen to this song 
and they'll quake in fear to hear this Rebel yell
and they'll quake in fear to hear this Rebel yell  
Yeeeeeha! Oh, the South's gonna rise again!
Yeeeeeha! Oh, the South's gonna rise again!  

Robert E. Lee broke his musket on his knee
and a thousand pieces shattered on the ground
But he looked up then and he gathered up his men
and from his lips there came an awful sound
and from his lips there came an awful sound   
Yeeeeeha! Oh, the South's gonna rise again!
Yeeeeeha! Oh, the South's gonna rise again! 

Stonewall took a gun and he made the Yankees run
but he took a fatal bullet in the chest
as he fell down dead old Stonewall said,
'I'm givin' you a dieing man's request'
'I'm givin' you a dieing man's request' 
Yeeeeeha! Oh, the South's gonna rise again!
Yeeeeeha! Oh, the South's gonna rise again!  

Jeb Stewart spurred his horse and the Yankees run of course 
but there wasn't any powder in his gun
so he said to his boys, 'Let's make a lot of noise.'
And we'll charge again and make them Yankees run
And we'll charge again and make them Yankees run 
Yeeeeeha! Oh, the South's gonna rise again!
Yeeeeeha! Oh, the South's gonna rise again!  


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