Și pentru că anumiți oameni-artiști revin uneori aparent pe nesimțite, astăzi vă propun o nouă piesă a lui Johnny Cash (1932-2003). E vorba de piesa Can’t help but wonder where I’m bound,  inclusă pe ultimul său album, American VI, lansat după aproape 7 ani de la moartea sa.

Acest material a fost înregistrat în perioada mai -- septembrie 2003 și reflectă trăirile un om care și-a folosit ultimele picături de energie pentru a-și lua rămas bun de la viață, de la muzică, de la amintirile și stafiile lui.

Mi-e greu să descriu muzica lui Johnny Cash, până și trăirile izvorâte din audiția acestui material absolut minunat refuză să se așeze în cuvinte lămuritoare. Trebuie să simți, pur și simplu. Uneori muzica este doar atât: invitație la simțire.

O zi frumoasă tuturor.

Johnny Cash - Can’t help but wonder where I’m bound

Muzică și versuri: Tom Paxon

Album: American VI (American Recordings, Februarie 2010)

It’s a long and a dusty road, it’s a hot and a heavy load,
And the folks that I meet ain’t always kind.
Some are bad, some are good, some have done the best they could,
Some have tried to ease my troubled mind.

And I can’t help but wonder where I’m bound, where I’m bound,
I can’t help but wonder where I’m bound.

I’ve been wondering through this land, just doin’ the best I can,
Tryin’ to find what I was meant to do,
And the people that I see look as worried as can be,
And it looks like they are wonderin’ too.

And I can’t help but wonder where I’m bound, where I’m bound,
I can’t help but wonder where I’m bound.

Well, I had a little girl one time, she had lips like sherry wine
And she loved me till my head went plumb insane.
But I was too blind to see she was drifting away from me,
And my good gal went off on a morning train.

And I can’t help but wonder where I’m bound, where I’m bound,
I can’t help but wonder where I’m bound.

I had a buddy way back home, but he started out to roam,
And I hear he’s out by Frisco bay.
And sometimes when I’ve had a few, his old voice comes singin’ through,
And I’m goin’ out to see him some old day.

And I can’t help but wonder where I’m bound, where I’m bound,
I can’t help but wonder where I’m bound..

If you see me passin’ by and you sit and wonder why,
And you wish that you were ramblin’ too,
Nail your shoes to the kitchen floor, lace ‘em up and bar the door,
And thank the stars for the roof that’s over you.

And I can’t help but wonder where I’m bound, where I’m bound,
I can’t help but wonder where I’m bound.