Moj gost blogovatelj nastavlja priču o tome kako on čuje Boba Dilana.
Sledi prevod još jedne Dilanove pesme - One More Cup of Coffee. Izdata je 1976. a nalazi se na albumu Desire.
Album je stvaran u momentu dok se gospodin Cimerman razvodio od svoje supruge Sare.
Ispričana je u prepoznatljivo dilanovskom podjebavajućem tonu. Taj podjebavajući ton, kao jedna od karakteristika njegove poezije prisutan je u mnogim njegovim pesmama, ali mi se slušajući pesmu koja je tema ovog bloga uvek nametala paralela sa pesmama Maggie’s Farm i On the Road Again, obe sa albuma Bringing It All back Home.
Dok je Maggie’s Farm priča o Dilanovim poslodavcima, njihovom viđenju sveta i sveta onako kako vidi njih, On The Road Again i One More Cup of Coffee su priče o tazbini.
Ako mislite da na Jutjubu može da se nađe sve, probajte da nađete originalne, studijske verzije Dilanovih pesama i videćete da ste se prevarili. Zaštićen je kao beli medved.
Zato izvolite poslušati obradu u izvedbi Vajt Strajpsa. Njihove obrade Dilanovih pesama volim iz dva razloga. Prvi, jer su obradili stvari koje su neurotične. Preporučujem da preslušate i njihovu obradu pesme Isis, takođe sa albume Desire, takođe priča o Njemu i Njoj, mnogo neurotičnija nego One More Cup of Coffee. Drugi razlog zašto volim njihove obrade je jer dilanovsku neurotičnost veoma uspešno prezentuju slušaocima.
One More Cup of Coffee
Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky
Your back is straight your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie
But I don't sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
To the valley below.
Your daddy he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice it trembles as he calls out
For another plate of food.
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
To the valley below.
Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself
You've never learned to read or write
There's no books upon your shelf
And your pleasure knows no limits
Your voice is like a meadowlark
But your heart is like an ocean
Mysterious and dark.
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
To the valley below.