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DO Once upon a time you dressed REm so fine
You MImthrew the bums a dime in your prime FA,
SOLdidn't you ?
DO People'd call, say, "Beware doll, REmyou're
bound to fall" MIm
FAYou thought they were all SOLkiddin' you
FAYou used to laugh about SOL
FAEverybody that was SOL hangin' out
FANow you don't SOL talk so loud
FANow you don't SOL seem so proud
FAAbout having to be scrounging
for your next SOL meal.
How does it feel DO-FA-SOL
How does it feel DO-FA-SOL
To be without a home DO-FA-SOL
Like a complete unknown DO-FA-SOL
Like a rolling stone ? DO-FA-SOL
DO You've gone to the REmfinest school all right, Miss MImLonely
But you know you only used to FAget
SOLjuiced in it
DO And nobody has ever REmtaught you how to live MImon the street
And now you FAfind out you're gonna have to get SOLused to it
FAYou said you'd never compromiseSOL
FAWith the mystery tramp, but know you realizeSOL
FAHe's not selling any alibisSOL
FAAs you stare into the vacuum of his eyesSOL
FAAnd say do you want to make a deal? SOL
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
9. COM UNA PEDRA DEL CAMI
DO-Rem,-Mim-FA-SOL ♫
Like a rolling stone .Bob Dylan .Adap. Josep M. Carnarasa
Abans d'ahir encara eres molt rica
i llençaves la «calderilla» als pobres, no és veritat?
N'hi havia que et deien: «Vés amb compte, maca.
un dia pots caure» i tu te'n reies, no és veritat?
Miraves tothom per sobre l'espatIla,
i te'n foties dels que veies caiguts;
ara ja no parles tan fort, ara ja no rius com abans
ets tu qui has caigut ara i no ho saps resistir...
Dígues que sí,
digues que sí, q
ue t'agrada viure al carrer,
com un gos vagabund,
com una pedra del camí...
Vas anar als millors collegis de monges
però allà només vas aprendre a resar el rosari,
eres una senyoreta de casa teva.
no sabies quê és viure al carrer,
ara ja ho saps,
tu no volies saber res dels que no fossin
de la teva classe; ara hauras de parlar.
fins i tot per demanar algun favor,
amb els que tampoc no tenen sostre,
no oblidis que ara ja no pots triar te els veíns...
Dígues que sí,
digues que sí, q
ue t'agrada viure al carrer,
com un gos vagabund,
com una pedra del camí...
Tu mai no havies tingut una mirada
pels infeliços que s'arrossegaven als teus peus;
tu mai no havies pensat que un dia hauries de treballar.
Tu mai no havies patit fred.
Et passejaves a cavall amb un diplomàtic que deia: «T'estimo» mentre prenia el te.
Adonar te que marxava va ser ben trist,
ell es va endur la teva última engruna de felicitat.
Et penses que, quedant se, tampoc no t'hagués fet feliç?..
Dígues que sí,
digues que sí, q
ue t'agrada viure al carrer,
com un gos vagabund,
com una pedra del camí...
Princesa caiguda en el suburbi, avui és festa,
tothom está content a casa seva.
Tant que et diverties abans voltada pertot arreu d'aduladors, no és veritat?
Mira, en Jaumot t'està cridant, vés hi, si mês no, tindràs sostre aquesta nit;
si no tens res tampoc no pots perdre res, ara que ja no tens ni secrets,
mentre rodoles pels carrers, buscant lloc per dormir…
Dígues que sí,
digues que sí, q
ue t'agrada viure al carrer,
com un gos vagabund,
com una pedra del camí...
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