ATALAYA CON VISTA

(letra y concert)
Hace 40 mayos Dylan se marcó esta fabula en la que un ‘bufón’ y un ‘ladrón’ hablan de sus penas. El bufón se queja del engaño y el sin sentido del mundo. “Nada de nervios” dice el ladrón, “Esa es la vida y sus cagaos cuatro días… para qué nos vamos a mentir”. Entre tanto, parapetao en una torre el príncipe ve corretear a sus desarrapados siervos.
Del tema hay versión de Hendrix, Greatfuldead, U2, la Dave Matthews Band. No se cansan de cantarlo porque esta breve historia le cae bien a los bufones y ladrones que ‘lloran’ poder desde sus complacientes torres ¿Y el príncipe qué...?

All Along The Watchtower
"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."
"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate, So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."
All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
(en “John Wesley Harding” )