martes, 31 de marzo de 2015

Justified, en un tiroteo de citas




En efecto... andan los críticos muy contritos con el final de Mad Men... Se la regalo: yo ando desesperado con otra serie cuyo desenlace se avecina.

A falta de tres capítulos, os dejo un cargador de citas como balas (y ya vendré a llorar mi glosa cuando definitivamente se acabe):


-Wonderful things can happen when you sow seeds of distrust in a garden of assholes". (Raylan)

-If I start counting down from ten, I may lose my patience at five. (Ava)



-I've learned to think without arguing with myself. (Boyd)

-So, that is your daughter. I thought it was a random Internet baby. (Tim)

-Raylan: Dewey once told me he worked at Disney World as Goofy skiing in a water show.
Tim: Well sometimes people peak too early.

-Death will not be the end of your suffering. (Boyd)



-I'll kill four of you before you even clear your weapons, and I'll take my chances with the other two. And you see this star? That's gonna make it legal. (Raylan)

-You the type of fella that walks under a flock of birds and is surprised when he ends up with shit on his face? (Raylan)

-Lindsey: How's that song go? Look for the rainbow in every storm?
-Raylan: I'll have to download that.

-I saved your soul. Remember? Not God, or Jesus Christ, me and my shotgun.
(Ava)



-Layla: I can't believe you shot me.
-Raylan: I can't believe it either.

-You know what they say, getting old ain't for pussies. (Raylan)

-Boyd: You asking me? Or are you telling me?
-Raylan: If it makes you feel better you can tell people I asked.

-You pick the devil you run with. (Mags)

-If you run, I'm gonna put a bullet in that tank. You remember the end of Jaws. (Art)



-Raylan: You think he was telling the truth?
-Art: Well he's a bank robber Raylan, why would he lie to me?

-Raylan: You find out where he stashed my money, give me a call.
-Helen: I find out where he stashed the money, I'm heading for Mexico.

-That's my bottle. I'm not going to let you drink it all just because your daddy didn't hug you much when you were little. (Art)

-Raylan Givens: When did ya get married?
-Karen Goodall: Two months before I got divorced.

-I figure people have a right to their hobbies and I have a right to find those people creepy. (Raylan)


jueves, 22 de enero de 2015

Dylanadas




Como ya he dicho alguna vez en este blog (por ejemplo, aquí, con la mejor frase de mi particular lista), eso que estás pensando, probablemente, Dylan lo habrá dicho antes y lo habrá dicho mejor de lo que tú puedas imaginar. 

Esta selección es algo aleatoria y sólo implica a media docena de discos, pero todas y cada una de las citas tiene la fuerza suficiente como para crear una historia (un cuento o incluso una novela) a partir de lo que sugieren.

¿Qué más queréis? 

El Mississippi, bajo una tormenta de verano, a su paso por Nueva Orleans.


So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Take heed of the stormy weather

Boots of Spanish leather

http://vimeo.com/20204690 

Las Badlands, entre Dakota del Sur y Nebraska.


Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain
That could hold you dear lady from going insane
That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
Of your useless and pointless knowledge

Tombstone blues

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pR8zjrPifkI

Los herederos de Custer (el actual 1º de Caballería de Texas), paseando por Little Big Horn.


The cavalries charged
The Indians fell
The cavalries charged
The Indians died

With God on our side



Deadwood (Dakota del Sur), donde mataron al otro Bill, Wild Bill. (De donde mataron al Niño no tengo foto... aún)

There's eyes behind the mirrors in empty places
Bullet holes and scars between the spaces
There's always one more notch and ten more paces
Billy, and you're walkin' all alone.

Billy 1

http://www.tcm.com/mediaroom/video/271767/Pat-Garrett-Billy-the-Kid-Movie-Clip-Billy-1.html


Playa de Camposto, San Fernando (Cádiz). Es diciembre...


Crying like a fire in the sun
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue

It's all over now, Baby Blue




Pues eso, en la carretera 61 (en Clarksdale, Mississippi)


God say, "You can do what you want, Abe, but
The next time you see me comin', you better run"

Highway 61 revisited

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXjAVqLhXuo

Vía a ninguna parte en Senoia (Georgia)

Don't say I never warned you
When your train gets lost.

"It Takes A Lot To Laugh It Takes A Train To Cry"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MUHgQohCsao


El Mississippi, pasando por Nueva Orleans.


Well, the emptiness is endless, cold as the clay
You can always come back, but you can't come back all the way

Mississippi


http://vimeo.com/60582975


Al borde de Luisiana, hasta donde los coches pueden llegar.


Idiot wind blowing every time your move your mouth
Blowing down the backroads heading south
Idiot wind blowing every time you move your teeth
You're an idiot babe
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe

Idiot wind

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BbhRHzMWRvs


jueves, 1 de enero de 2015

Azul



¿Y qué pasa en Madrid doce horas después?

Mucho azul. 

Sólo turistas sin nada que hacer.

Los servicios mínimos de basura (hay huelga) no dan abasto.

La Puerta del Sol huele como Bourbon Street.

Todo está cerrado.

Todo sigue.

Empieza otra historia. 

O sigue la anterior. 

Pero que haya historias.











Y más azul.





Y Bob Dylan, enzarzado con el azul.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xwuBly4Pye4