“Quiero ser un león / Todos quieren hacerse pasar por gatos / Todos queremos ser grandes grandes estrellas, pero tenemos diferentes razones para ello / Creed en mi, porque yo no creo en nada / Y quiero ser alguien en quien creer”

“I want to be a lion / Everybody wants to pass as cats / We all want to be big big stars, but we got different reasons for that / Believe in me because I don’t believe in anything / and I want to be someone to believe”

Sobre eso escribían Adam Duritz y David Bryson en una canción en 1993. Sobre sueños. Y más tarde resulta que el sueño se convierte en realidad, y todo el mundo conoce “Counting Crows” y su canción “Mr. Jones”, esa canción que habla de dos tipos que miran chicas en un bar…

Aunque luego, más tarde, el éxito no les supiera a lo mismo que sabia en los sueños…. quizás es que eran de Berkeley.

Traducción via ChildrenInBloom

Del Albúm: Songs from the Big Chair, 1984. La Canción en Spotify

Shout, shout, let it all out, these are the things I can do without
Come on, I’m talking to you, come on
Shout, shout, let it all out, these are the things I can do without

In violent times, you shouldn’t have to sell your soul
In black and white, they really really ought to know
Those one track minds that took you for a working boy
Kiss them goodbye, you shouldn’t have to jump for joy
You shouldn’t have to
Shout, shout, let it all out, these are the things I can do without
Come on, I’m talking to you, come on

They gave you life, and in return you gave them hell
As cold as ice, I hope we live to tell the tale
I hope we live to tell the tale

let it all out, these are the things I can do without
Come on, I’m talking to you, come on
Shout, shout, let it all out, these are the things I can do without
Come on, I’m talking to you, come on

Shout, shout, let it all out
These are the things I can do without
Come on, I’m talking to you, come on

And when you’ve taken down your guard
If I could change your mind, I’d really love to break your heart
I’d really love to break your heart

Shout, shout, let it all out
(Break your heart) these are the things I can do without
(I’d really love to break your heart) come on
I’m talking to you, come on
Shout, shout, let it all out, these are the things I can do without
Come on, I’m talking to you so come on

(Guitar solo)

Shout, shout, let it all out, these are the things I can do without
Come on, I’m talking to you, come on
(They really really ought to know) Shout, shout, let it all out
(Really really ought to know) These are the things I can do without
(They really really) Come on, I’m talking to you, come on
(They really really ought to know) Shout, shout, let it all out
(I’d really love to break your heart)
These are the things I can do without
(I’d really love to break your heart)
Come on, I’m talking to you so come on
Shout, shout, let it all out, these are the things I can do without
Come on, I’m talking to you, come on…(fade)

Del Album: MTV Unplugged 2.0, 2002. La canción en Spotify

Yeah, yeaaayh, yeah heh, yeah heh, yeah heh…
See the road to hell, is paved with good intentions
Can’t you tell, the way they have to mention
How they helped you out, you’re such a hopeless victim
Please don’t do me any favors, Mr. Intentional
All their talk, is seasoned to perfection
The road they walk, commanding your affection
They need to be needed, deceived by motivation
An opportunity, to further situation
Why they so important, is without explanation
Please don’t patrionize me, Mr. Intentional
Oh, ohhh, ohh ohhh
We give rise to ego, by being insecure
The advice that we go, desperatly searching for
The subconscious effort, to support our paramour
To engage in denial, to admit we’re immature
Validating lies, Mr. Intentional
Open up yours eyes, Mr. Intentional
Stuck in a system, that seeks to suck your blood
Held emotionally hostage, by what everybody does
Counting all the money, that you give them just because
Exploiting ignorance, in the name of love
Stop before you drop because that’s just the way it was
Please don’t justify me, Mr. Intentional
Oh undementional, Mr. Intentional
Ohhh, oh don’t you do me any favors
Ohhh, ohhhh, ohh ohhhh
Wake up you’ve been sleeping
Take up your bed and walk
Stop blaming other people
Oh it’s nobody else’s fault
Except the truth about you
You know that life goes on without you
And your expensive misinventions
Disguising your intentions
Don’t worship my hurt feelings, Mr. Intentional
Oh, oh oh oh
See I know you can’t help me, Mr. Intentional
The only help I need to live, is unprofessional
The only wealth I have to give, is not material
And if you need much more than that, I’m not available
Please don’t entertain me, Mr. Intentional
Oh I dont need your sympthy, Mr. Intentional
Stay away from me, Mr. Intentional
So undementional, Mr. Promotional, Mr. Emotional, Mr. Intentional
Ohhh ohhhh, ohhhh