All along the watchtower

Cualquier noche vulgar se vuelve selecta con canciones como ésta. Ninguna como la original; es Dylan. Pero ninguna como la de Dave Matthews en la 'etiqueta versiones'. Escuchen:



"There must be some kind of way out of here,"
said the joker to the thief,
"There’s too much confusion,
I can’t get no relief.
Businessmen they drink my wine,
plowmen dig my earth.
None of them along the line
know what any of it is worth"
"No reason to get excited,"
the thief, he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us
who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we’ve been through that,
and this is not our fate;
so let us not talk falsely now,
the hour is getting late".
All along the watchtower
princes kept the view,
while all the women came and went´.
Barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the cold distance
a wildcat did growl.
Two riders were approaching
and the wind began to howl.

[¿Ves, como no hacía falta vino?]