Beatles (I)
Eran casi las siete, Lily y Sev acababan de terminar los deberes en el cuarto de ella.
-Vamos con tu familia, ya tendremos tiempo después – dijo él.
Bajaron a la sala, Eileen había llegado hacía ya un rato.
-¿Qué tal, chicos? ¿Habéis conseguido acabar los deberes? – les preguntó.
-Sí, por los pelos – respondió Sev.
Los tres adultos les sonreían cómplices. "A saber de qué han estado hablando."
-¿Quieres que te ponga música un rato, Severus? – preguntó Peter.
-Vale…
-¿Por dónde quieres empezar? ¿Clásica o moderna?
-No sé, lo que nos guste a todos.
-A mí me gusta cualquiera, Sev – dijo Violet – Elige tú.
"A mi madre los éxitos de las últimas décadas, que seguro también conocen Violet y Peter, pues son de edades parecidas."
-Ayer sonó una en la radio que me llamó la atención por la letra y os oí decir que la habían estropeado, decía algo así como "Nothing's gonna change my world…" – tarareó.
-¡Ah, claro! "Across the Universe", la versión de Bowie. Y la recuerdas sólo con haberla escuchado una vez – dijo Violet, asombrada – Vaya oído tienes, Sev.
-Tenemos el disco de Beatles, que son el grupo original – dijo Peter - Te la voy a poner para que escuches la diferencia.
-Vale.
Peter buscó en su amplísima discoteca y sacó el álbum. Extrajo el disco y le pasó la carátula. Eran cuatro fotografías de los componentes del grupo, dos de ellos cantando. "Todos llevan el pelo largo como yo."
-Qué buen gusto tienes, Severus – le iba diciendo Peter mientras encendía el tocadiscos y ponía el disco – Beatles son lo mejor de la pasada década y los has cazado sólo por la letra. Cuando escuches también la música te vas a quedar pasmado.
Eileen sonreía orgullosa, también conocía la canción. Comenzó. "¡Oh…! Qué guitarras, qué dulce y sentido… Y cuerdas por detrás…"
Words are flying out like
endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
are drifting thorough my open mind
Possessing and caressing me
Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Images of broken light which
dance before me like a million eyes
That call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a
restless wind inside a letter box
they tumble blindly as
they make their way across the universe
Jai guru deva om
-¿Estás escuchando la letra, Lily? – le susurró.
-Sí…
-Ya verás ahora.
Acababa el segundo estribillo, Lily escuchó la última estrofa con mucha atención.
Sounds of laughter shades of life
are ringing through my open ears
exciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which
shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on across the universe
Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva
Cuando acabó la canción dijo, asombrada.
-¡Buah, Sev! Es lo que sentimos en el abeto, el amor del Universo.
-¿Ves? – le dijo él.
-Y la música, ¿qué te ha parecido, Severus? – le preguntó Peter.
-Maravillosa.
-Es de sus mejores temas, pero tienen decenas de ellos increíbles. ¿Quieres que te haga una selección? Tengo todos sus discos.
-Si les apetece a los demás…
-Claro, Sev – dijo Violet – A mí me encantan.
-Sí, hijo, a mí también – dijo Eileen.
-Sí, sí, Sev – dijo Lily – Vamos a escuchar más canciones como ésa.
"Nos falta Petunia."
-Vale, pero voy a llamar a Petunia también – dijo Sev.
-Ya voy yo, Sev, no te preocupes, seguro que baja – dijo Violet – Tú sigue escuchando, yo las he oído miles de veces.
Violet se levantó y fue a buscar a Petunia. Peter le dijo.
-Te voy a hacer un repaso cronológico, desde sus inicios, porque son un grupo muy atípico, fueron mejorando con el tiempo, al contrario que casi todos los demás.
-Vaya…
-Empezaron en el '62, cuando teníais dos añitos.
"Cuando manifesté mi magia, cuando nació Ariel."
Peter le fue poniendo varias canciones cada disco. Petunia bajó y se sentó junto a su hermana en el sofá, Eileen y Violet estaban en los sillones y Peter, encantado de la vida, mientras sonaban las canciones, iba seleccionando la siguiente pista que pondría en las carátulas, que le iba pasando a Sev para que las viera y le anunciaba los títulos para que las apuntara en su libreta.
Ya desde la primera apreció la calidad. "Pues si fueron mejorando, ¿cómo serán las últimas…?" Los adultos guardaban silencio y disfrutaban para que los chicos apreciaran la música también. Sonó, en primer lugar, "Love me do."
Love, love me do.
You know I love you,
I'll always be true,
So please, love me do.
Whoa, love me do.
Lily se la tarareaba desde la segunda estrofa.
-Love, love me do.
You know I love you,
I'll always be true,
So please, love me do.
Whoa, love me do.
Someone to love,
Somebody new.
Someone to love,
Someone like you.
-Love, love me do.
You know I love you,
I'll always be true,
So please, love me do.
Whoa, love me do.
-Love, love me do.
You know I love you,
I'll always be true,
So please, love me do.
Whoa, love me do.
Yeah, love me do.
Whoa, oh, love me do.
En la siguiente, "She loves you", Lily le tarareaba el estribillo.
-She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pero él se fijaba en toda la letra y ella le estrechaba la mano para confirmárselo.
You think you lost your love,
Well, I saw her yesterday.
It's you she's thinking of
And she told me what to say.
She says she loves you
And you know that can't be bad.
Yes, she loves you
And you know you should be glad.
She said you hurt her so
She almost lost her mind.
But now she said she knows
You're not the hurting kind.
She says she loves you
And you know that can't be bad.
Yes, she loves you
And you know you should be glad. Ooh!
-She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
And with a love like that
You know you should be glad.
Although it's up to you,
I think it's only fair,
Pride can hurt you, too,
Apologize to her
Because she loves you
And you know that can't be bad.
Yes, she loves you
And you know you should be glad. Ooh!
-She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
And with a love like that
You know you should be glad.
With a love like that
You know you should be glad.
With a love like that,
You know you sho-o-ould
Be Glad!
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah Ye-ah.
E hizo lo propio con "I want to hold your hand."
Oh yeah, I´ll tell you something,
I think you´ll understand.
When I´ll say that something
-I wanna hold your hand,
I wanna hold your hand,
I wanna hold your hand.
Oh please, say to me
You´ll let me be your man
And please, say to me
You´ll let me hold your hand.
-Now let me hold your hand,
I wanna hold your hand.
And when I touch you I feel happy inside.
It´s such a feeling that my love
I can´t hide, I can´t hide, I can´t hide.
Él le susurró.
-Ésta parece escrita justo para mí.
Y Lily recordó cuántos años él se había conformado solo con eso, con tomarle la mano y casi lloró. Ambos estaban en la gloria.
Yeah, you got that something,
I think you´ll understand.
When I´ll say that something
-I wanna hold your hand,
I wanna hold your hand,
I wanna hold your hand.
And when I touch you I feel happy inside.
It´s such a feeling that my love
-I can´t hide, I can´t hide, I can´t hide.
Yeah, you got that something,
I think you´ll understand.
When I feel that something
-I wanna hold your hand,
I wanna hold your hand,
I wanna hold your hand.
Con "I love her" ya no se contuvieron de mirarse.
I give her all my love
That's all I do
And if you saw my love
You'd love her to
I love her
She gives my everything
And tenderly
The kiss my lover brings
She brings to me
And I love her
-Es también para Lauren… - le susurró Lily.
A love like ours
Could never die
As long as I
Have you near me
Bright are the stars that shine
Dark is the sky
I know this love of mine
Will never die
And I love her
Bright are the stars that shine
Dark is the sky
I know this love of mine
Will never die
And I love her, ooh
Después vino "Yesterday", con ésta Sev casi lloró recordando aquellos tiempos ya tan lejanos en que a pesar de las torturas domésticas era feliz junto a Lily a la orilla del río.
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be,
There's a shadow hanging over me.
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.
Why she had to go I don't know she wouldn't say.
I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday.
Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play.
Now I need a place to hide away.
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
Why she had to go I don't know she wouldn't say.
I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday.
Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play.
Now I need a place to hide away.
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
De "Help" Peter les dijo.
-Ésta también fue muy famosa.
Help, I need somebody,
Help, not just anybody,
Help, you know I need someone, help.
"Buaaah… Qué marcha…" Petunia tarareaba.
When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way.
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me.
And now my life has changed in oh so many ways,
My independence seems to vanish in the haze.
But every now and then I feel so insecure,
I know that I just need you like I've never done before.
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me.
-Buf… Lily, parece escrita para mí.
-Ya…
When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way.
But now these daya are gone, I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me, help me, help me, oh.
El comienzo instrumental de "Day Tripper" le encantó. "Ya van cambiando." Y lo mismo con "Drive my car." Pero cuando llegó "Norwegian Wood" alucinó.
-Ésta es increíble, Peter.
-Coincidimos por completo, Severus.
-¿Qué instrumento es ése?
-Un sitar, una guitarra hindú.
"La India, sometida al Imperio Británico."
I once had a girl
Or should I say she once had me
She showed me her room
Isn't it good Norwegian wood?
She asked me to stay
And she told me to sit anywhere
So I looked around
And I noticed there wasn't a chair
I sat on a rug biding my time
drinking her wine
We talked until two and then she said
quot; it's time for bed
She told me she worked
in the morning and started to laugh
I told her I didn't
and crawled off to sleep in the bath
And when I awoke I was alone
This bird had flown
So I lit a fire
Isn't it good Norwegian wood?
Después sonó "Michelle."
Michelle, ma belle.
These are words that go together well
My Michelle.
Michelle, ma belle.
Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble
Tres bien ensemble.
"Oh… Qué dulce y romántica. Cada canción es diferente y cantan en otro idioma, ¿francés?"
I love you, I love you, I love you.
That's all I want to say.
Until I find a way
I will say the only words I know that you'll understand.
A la tercera estrofa ya le cantaba a Lily al oído.
-Lily, ma belle…
Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble
Tres bien ensemble.
I need you, I need you, I need you.
I need to make you see,
oh, what you mean to me.
Until I do I'm hoping you will know what I mean.
I love you.
I want you, I want you, I want you.
I think you know by now.
I'll get to you somehow.
Until I do I'm telling you so you'll understand.
-Lily, ma belle…
Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble,
Tres bien ensemble.
I will say the only words I know,
That you'll understand
My Michelle.
También se miraron con "In my life."
There are places I'll remember all my life,
Though some have changed.
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain.
Lily le susurró.
-El parque, el río, la Biblioteca, el haya, el Refugio, tu claro del Bosque…
-Y tu cuarto…
All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall.
Some are dead and some are living,
In my life I've loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you.
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new.
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more.
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more.
In my life I love you more.
Después sonó "Eleanor rigby." "Cuerdas otra vez, qué pasada, me encanta."
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from ?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
-Ésta es fantástica, Peter – dijo Severus.
El hombre sonreía satisfecho.
-Vaya tino tienes, chico…
Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near.
Look at him working. Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
-Allá voy con "Yellow submarine" – dijo Peter – Ésta no me gusta demasiado, pero os la pongo porque se hizo muy famosa, hasta hicieron una película de dibujos animados y tiene detalles graciosos.
In the town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life
In the land of submarines
So we sailed up to the sun
Till we found the sea of green
And we lived beneath the waves
In our yellow submarine
Petunia tarareaba el estribillo.
-We all live in our yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine.
-¿Has escuchado el sonido de agua? – le preguntó Peter.
-Sí.
-¿Y los vientos?
-Sí, sí.
And our friends are all on board
many more of them live next door
and the band begins to play
-We all live in our yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine.
As we live a life of ease
everyone of us has all we need
sky of blue and sea of green
In our yellow submarine
-We all live in our yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine.
We all live in our yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine…
La siguiente que sonó fue "Strawberry fields."
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out.
It doesn't matter much to me.
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.
No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low.
That is you can't you know tune in but it's all right.
That is I think it's not too bad.
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Always no sometimes think it's me, but you know I know when it's a dream.
I think I know I mean but it's all wrong.
That is I think I disagree.
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Strawberry Fields forever.
-Esta canción está inspirada por los recuerdos de niñez de Lennon, cuando jugaba en el jardín de un hogar infantil del Ejército de Salvación llamado Strawberry Field, situado cerca de donde creció en Liverpool – explicó Peter – Y el siguiente también habla de recuerdos de infancia, de McCartney y Lennon, de un punto geográfico de los suburbios de Liverpool cercano a sus hogares, en un cruce de la calle que menciona, Penny Lane.
In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he´s had the pleasure to know
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say hello.
On the corner is a banker with a motorcar,
The little children laugh at him behind his back.
And the banker never wears a mac
In the pouring rain, very strange.
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit and meanwhile back
In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen.
He likes to keep his fire engine clean,
It´s a clean machine.
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
A four of fish and finger pies
In summer, meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And though she feels as if she´s in a play
She is anyway.
In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer,
We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim.
And then the fireman rushes in
From the pouring rain, very strange.
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit and meanwhile back.
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies,
Penny Lane.