Outlaw Pete

Los nervios inundan el ambiente mientras observo en el tablón del aeropuerto el retraso del avión de Madrid. El fan fan que me lleva a ver el concierto de Bruce en Benidorm se retrasa y eso conllevará prisas, más prisas, nervios...

La gira del Boss recala en ciudades a priori poco propicias para una gran gira, como Benidorm, Valladolid, Santiago de Compostela (tam bién Bilbao y Sevilla). Así que con más caos que organización nos presentamos, previo abandono del coche vete a saber donde, en la entrada del estadio Foietes, Benidorm.

Para ver al Boss, para ver a Bruce, e iniciar de esta manera, la cuenta de grupos/artistas a los que vi al menos tres veces (lista que solo dos días después iba a tener un segundo representante...) A golpes de cerveza de 660 ml se fue caldeando el ambiente que, pese a la elevada temperatura, permitió aguantar estoicamente las 3 horas de pie de espera...

Del concierto, extraño. El Boss, megalómano como últimamente. La banda, soberbia. La selección, cuanto menos poco conexa, eso sí, al gusto de un público entregado.

Del material nuevo, me quedo con este tema épico estilo western de título Outlaw Pete. Ocho minutos largos de canción, tenso drama de la vida de un forajido. De la vida de alguién a quien sus instintos no le dejan indiferente y marcan su destino.

Soy yo, tu forajido, el de siempre, can you hear me?

Versión original del disco

En directo, 30/07/2009, Benidorm

He was born a little baby on the Appalachian Trail
At six months old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."

I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?

At twenty-five a Mustang pony he did steal
And he rode her around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I slow down only to sow my grief

I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?

He cut his trail of tears across the countryside
And where he went, women wept and men died

One night he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his pony and rode her deep into the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held that beautiful daughter to his chest

I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?

Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan
His heart quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He found Pete peacefully fishing by the river, pulled his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you think you've changed, but you have not."

He cocked his pistol, pulled the trigger and shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a knife from his boot, threw it, and pierced Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood dying in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear, "We cannot undo these things we've done."

You're Outlaw Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?

For forty days and nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat high upon an icy mountain top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony side

Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair

Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?