Mi música (IV)

Me he encontrado esta canción de casualidad, pero enseguida me ha inspirado. Sobre todo me ha recordado la adolescencia, mi época grunge-heavy-rock de moda a principio de los noventa. Led Zeppelin no es un grupo de rock cualquiera (lo clasifican de Heavy Metal, cosa de la que discrepo), está formado por uno de los mejores guitarristas, Jimi Page, y, para mí, el mejor percusionista de todos los tiempos, John Boham. Además tiene el vocalista más carismático del rock, esos gritos eternos y agudos, esa voz de entraña y rabiosa, Robert Plant. No olvidemos al moderno y multifacético John Paul Jones.
Combinación perfecta, produccion perfecta y momento perfecto. Un grupo que siempre estará entre los grandes.
Nunca he sido muy fan de las baladas heavies; bueno, lo confieso, de hecho me repugnan, pero Stairway to Heaven en particular siempre me ha gustado mucho, incluso aprendí a tocarla con la guitarra. Además, solía compararla con el acto sexual. Supongo que es porque la oí por primera vez en la adolescencia, con las hormonas a mil. Empieza suave y sensual, se va animando el volúmen y el ritmo, y termina como el rosario de la aurora, menudos gritos da el Plant. Tiene hasta el momento del cigarrillo.
Por supuesto, en aquella época no tenía ni puta idea de la letra...


There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who standing looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.

Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.

And she's buying a stairway to heaven.