Tuesday, January 04, 2011


Jim Carroll - People Who Died
Jim Carroll (1949 – 2009).

«No acaba aquí la historia/
esto es sólo una pequeña pausa para que descansemos»
Angel González (1925 – 2008).

4 comments:

senses and nonsenses said...

People Who Died
Jim Carroll.

Teddy sniffing glue he was 12 years old.
Fell from the roof on East Two-nine.
Cathy was 11 when she pulled the plug.
On 26 reds and a bottle of wine.
Bobby got leukemia, 14 years old.
He looked like 65 when he died.
He was a friend of mine.

Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died.

Herbie pushed Tony from the Boys' Club roof.
Tony thought that his rage was just some goof.
But Herbie sure gave Tony some bitchen proof.
"Hey," Herbie said, "Tony, can you fly?
But Tony couldn't fly... Tony died.

Brian got busted on a narco rap.
He beat the rap by rattin' on some bikers.
He said, hey, I know it's dangerous,
but it sure beats Riker's.
But the next day he got offed
by the very same bikers.

....

G-berg and Georgie let their gimmicks go rotten.
So they died of hepatitis in upper Manhattan.
Sly in Vietnam took a bullet in the head.
Bobby OD'd on Drano on the night that he was wed.
They were two more friends of mine.
Two more friends that died /I miss 'em-they died.

Mary took a dry dive from a hotel room.
Bobby hung himself from a cell in the tombs.
Judy jumped in front of a subway train.
Eddie got slit in the jugular vein.
And Eddie, I miss you more than all the others,
And I salute you brother/ This song is for you my brother.



he descubierto -gracias a Patti Smith- esta canción que escribió el músico y poeta underground Jim Carroll, autor de The Basketball Diaries -su autobiografía-, que fue llevada al cine por Leonardo di Caprio (r.phoenix había fallecido).

la canción no pretende ser un epitafio, sino más bien una celebración, un alegre recuerdo a todos esos amigos que se marcharon y nos han dejado tanto. como homenaje.
Patti se la dedicó a sus amigos Jim Carroll y Robert Mapplethorpe, a su marido Fred Sonic, a su hermano... y nos invitó a cantársela a toda la gente que queremos y ya no está entre nosotros.

pe-jota said...

Lo importante es saber que cuando los recordamos, lo hacemos por aquello que compartimos, la vida al fin de cuentas no deja de ser otra cosa que una continua pérdida.

pon said...

Conviene , cuando una muere, dejar un recuerdo tan bueno que a tus amigos les apetezca echar unas cervezas a tu salud y recordarte entre sonrisas y alguna lagrimilla. Eso querrá decir que tu vida ha servido de algo. Pero vamos, dentro de muuuuuuuuuuuuuuchos años, no mentemos a la bicha antes de tiempo.

senses and nonsenses said...

no se si será una cuestión de edad, nostalgia de una época, no sé, pero a todos ellos -cada vez más- les echo mucho de menos...

pero tpc tengo NINGUNA prisa por reencontrarme con ellos.