It's some kind that leaves me alone, you know

You ever hear the story of Mr. Faded Glory?
Say he who rides a pony must someday fall
I've been talkin' to my alter, says "Life is what you make it
And if you make it death well rest your soul away, away, away"

It's a broken kind of feeling, she'd have to tie me to the ceiling
A bad moon's comin', better say your prayers
I wanna tell her that I love her, but does it really matter?
I just can't stand to see you dragging down again, again, again

So I'm singing, oh this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's some kind that leaves me alone, you know
Oh this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves me alone

I used to treat you like a lady, now you're my substitute teacher
This bottle's not a pretty, not a pretty sight
I owe the man some money, so I'm turnin over honey
Yes, Mr. Faded Glory is once again doin' time, yeah

This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves me alone
Now this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that, it's the kind that

Leaves me alone
Like a crown of thorns
It's all who you know
So don't burn your bridges, woman
'Cause someday, yeah

So I'm singing
This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves you alone, yeah
This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that, kind that leaves me alone

Like a crown of thorns
It's all who you know
Come on, come on, come on
Don't burn your bridges, woman

I used to treat you like a lady

You ever hear the story of Mr. Faded Glory?
Say he who rides a pony must someday fall
I've was talkin' to my alter, says "Life is what you make it,
And if you make it death well rest your soul away, away, away"

It's a broken kind of feeling, she'll have to tie me to the ceiling
A bad moon's comin', better say your prayers
I wanna tell you that I love you, but does it really matter?
I just can't stand to see you dragging down again, again, again

So I'm singing, this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves you alone, yeah
Oh this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves me alone

I used to treat you like a lady, now you're my substitute teacher
This bottle's not a pretty, not a pretty sight
I owe the man some money, so I'm turnin' over honey
Ah, Mr. Faded Glory is once again doin' time, oh yeah

This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves me alone
This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that, it's the kind that
Leaves me alone

Like a crown of thorns
It's all who you know
So don't burn your bridges,
'Cause someday, yeah

So I'm singing
This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves you alone, yeah
This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that, leaves me alone

Don't burn your bridges, woman

please end these sleepless nights for me

Through the sleepless nights I cry for you

and wonder who is kissing you

Oh these sleepless nights will break my heart in two

Somehow through the days I don't give in

I hide the tears that wait within

Oh but then through sleepless nights I cry again

Why did you go? Why did you go?

Don't you know, don't you know

I need you?

I keep hoping you'll come back to me

Oh let it be, please let it be

Oh my love, please end these sleepless nights for me

I still remember, why don't you...

Not For You

Restless soul, enjoy your youth

Like Muhammad, hits the truth

Can't escape from the common rule

If you hate something, don't you do it too...too...

Small my table, sits just two

Got so crowded, I can't make room

Oh, where did they come from? Stormed my room!

And you dare say it belongs to you...to you...

This is not for you

This is not for you

This is not for you

Oh, not for you...ah, you...

...Scream...my friends...don't call me...

...Friends, no they don't scream...

...My friends don't call...my friends don't...

All that's sacred, comes from youth

Dedication, naive and true

With no power, and fuckin' nothing to do

I still remember, why don't you...don't you...

This is not for you

This is not for you

This is not for you

Oh, never was for you...fuck you...

This is not for you...

Oh, this is not for you...yeah, you...

This is not for you...

Oh, not for you...

Oh, you...

Pearl Jam - Uncut Interview (New York, 1991)

This song's about hitchhiking your way through a broken heart.

Thumbing My Way

 

I have not been home since you left long ago
I'm thumbing my way back to heaven

Counting steps,.. walking backwards on the road
I'm counting my way back to heaven

I can't be free with what's locked inside of me...
If there was a key, you took it in your hands.
There's no wrong or right,... but I'm sure there's good and bad
The questions linger overhead

No matter how cold the winter, there's a springtime ahead
I'm thumbing my way back to heaven
I wish that I could hold you... wish that I had
Thinking 'bout heaven

I let go of a rope,... thinking that's what held me back
And in time I've realized,... it's now wrapped around my neck
I can't see what's next,... from this lonely overpass
Hang my head and count my steps, as another car goes past

All the rusted sign we ignore throughout our lives
Choosing the shiny ones instead
I turned my back,... now there's no turning back

No matter how cold the winter,.. there's a springtime ahead
I smile, but who am I kidding?
I'm just walking the miles,.. every once in a while I'll get a ride
I'm thumbing my way back to heaven

Thumbing my way back to heaven
I'm thumbing my way back to heaven...

Mookie Blaylock

Hoy hace 20 años que la historia del rock vio escribirse una de las páginas más importantes, la primera tocada de Pearl Jam, aunque para el evento de ese día el flyer presentaba en vivo a Mookie Blaylock (nombre de un jugador de baloncesto de los New Jersey Nets), en realidad eran Eddie Vedder, Mike McCready, Stone Gossard, Jeff Ament y el primer baterista Dave Krusen.

Aquí está el vídeo de la primer rola de la historia interpretada por Pearl Jam en vivo.

Ayer comentaba con mi primo, cómo sería ver a una banda de este tamaño en sus inicios, en donde seguramente iban a verlos máximo 30 personas, cuando la gente no coreaba sus canciones, no llevaba playeras con el nombre del grupo, seguro era como ver a la banda de tus cuates de la prepa, pensando “estos weyes nunca van a pegar”.

El setlist de ese día en el Off Ramp Café de Seattle, Washington fue el siguiente:

Set 1

Release

Alone

Alive

Once

Even Flow

Black

Breath

Encore 1

Just A Girl

Es curioso que ese día tocaron Alone, Breath y Just a Girl, dos lost dogs y Breath que forma parte del OST de Singles.

Ya por no dejar, esta es la primer rola que escuché Last Exit primer track del disco Vitalogy de 1994.

 

Por cierto, Blaylock es fans declarado de Pearl Jam.

Let me ask you one question, is your money that good?

Canción de Bob Dylan, interpretada magistralmente por Pearl Jam. Masters of war...


Come you masters of war, you that build all the guns

You that build the death place, you that build all the guns
You that hide behind walls, you that hide behind desks
I just want you to know, I can see through your masks
You that never done nothing, but to build and destroy
You play with my world, like it’s your little toy
You put a drug in my head, then you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run following the fast foolish lie
Like Judas of old, you lie and deceive
A world war can be won, and you want me to believe
But I see through your eyes, and I see through your brain
Like I see through the water that runs down my drain
You that fasten all the triggers, for the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch, while the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion, while young people's blood
Flows out their bodies and is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear, that could ever be hurled
The fear to bring children, into this world
For threatenin' my baby, unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins
How much do I know, to talk out of turn?
You might say that I'm young, you might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know, though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question, is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness? Do you think that it could?
Oh, I think you will find, when your death takes its toll
All the money you made will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die, and your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket, in the pale afternoon
And I'll watch as your lowered, into your deathbed
And I'll stand on your grave till I'm sure that your dead

Come you masters of war, you that build all the guns
You that build the death place, you that build all the guns
You that hide behind walls, you that hide behind desks
I just want you to know, I can see through your masks

You that never done nothing, but to build and destroy
You play with my world, like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand, then you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther as the fast bullets fly

Like judas of old, you lie and deceive
A world war can be won, and you want me to believe
But I see through your eyes, and I see through your brain
Like I see through the water that runs down my drain

You that fasten all the triggers, for the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch, while the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion, while young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies and is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear, that could ever be hurled
The fear to bring children, into this world
For threatenin' my baby, unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins

How much do I know, to talk out of turn?
You might say that I'm young, you might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know, though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question, is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness? do you think that it could?
Oh, I think you will find, when your death takes its toll
All the money you made will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die, and your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket, in the pale afternoon
And I'll watch as your lowered, into your deathbed
And I'll stand on your grave till I'm sure that your dead

Atrapado en Yellow Ledbetter

El experimento va bien, pero con las 50 versiones de la misma rola pues no tengo otra cosa que pensar en ella. 

Sólo un dato, la primera vez que la tocaron en vivo fue el sábado 15 de febrero de 1992, hace 18 años en Madrid.

Bueno con ustedes Mike McCready

Unsealed on a porch a letter sat.
Then you said, "I wanna leave it again."
Once I saw her on a beach of weathered sand.
And on the sand I wanna leave it again. Yeah.
On a weekend I wanna wish it all away, yeah.
And they called and I said that "I want what I said" and then I call out again.
And the reason oughta' leave her calm, I know.
I said "I know what I was the boxer or the bag."

Ah yeah, can you see them out on the porch? Yeah, but they don't wave.
I see them round the front way. Yeah.
And I know, and I know I don't want to stay.
Make me cry...

I see... Oh I don't know why there's something else.
I wanna drum it all away...
Oh, I said, "I don't, I don't know whether I was the boxer or the bag."

Ah yeah, can you see them out on the porch? Yeah, but they don't wave.
But I see them round the front way. Yeah.
And I know, and I know. I don't wanna stay at all.
I don't wanna stay. Yeah.
I don't wanna stay.
I don't... Don't wanna, oh... Yeah. Ooh... Ohh...