La
identidad de las personas se basa en la manera en que esta persona vea el mundo
y, por lo tanto, lo interprete. El hecho de que nos gusten unas cosas y no
otras nos ayuda a especificar quienes somos y como nos comportamos. Esto sirve
para acercarte a las cosas que nos gustan y alejarnos de las que no, y de tal
manera, se actúa en consecuencia para guiar nuestra conducta.
Esto
podemos verlo claramente en las diferentes interpretaciones que las personas
hacen de las letras de Bob Dylan, concretamente “Like a rolling stone” canción que transformo las leyes comerciales
en los años 60 y nombrada mejor canción de todos los tiempos por la revista
Rolling Stone.
Las
letras de Dylan siempre dan que hablar debido a los diferentes mensajes que
emite y la gran cantidad de interpretaciones que se han sacado de ellas. El
canta autor se convirtió en cronista de los conflictos estadounidenses y en
general, de la vida, sin cortarse un pelo a la hora de criticar y dar su
opinión.
“Like a rolling stone” es la típica canción que hemos escuchado y
seguiremos escuchando un millón de veces, y aún así no nos hemos puesto de
acuerdo con lo que el autor nos quería decir.
Para los más románticos, la letra
habla sobre el gran amor de Bob Dylan y musa de Andy Warhol, Edie Sedwick; para
otros trata de lo que pasa al hacerse mayor y madurar, y de lo que supone
entender todo lo que pasa a tu alrededor y la decepción que te llevas al
descubrir que las cosas no son como te imaginabas…
Controvertida
como tantas muchas de Dylan, esta canción nos permite sacar diferentes conclusiones según
como sea nuestra visión del mundo en cada momento.
"Like A Rolling Stone"
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you ?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but know you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?
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
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 ?
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you ?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but know you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?
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
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 ?
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