If Dylan won the Nobel Prize for Literature, Sabina should already have, at least, the highest award in Spanish literature. Because in the absence of a powerful voice, her masterful lyrics end up settling in perfect harmony with what her vocal cords reach. A musical paradox that makes it bigger if possible. In his singer-songwriter voice, just because it does, the magical sensation of a life story of great magnitude that reaches you with the efficiency of the sniper of rhymes that it is.
As Sabina himself told about a performance he went to with Javer Krahe. Her old friend got up for the second song, arguing that it didn't make sense, that the singer knew how to sing. That is what this teacher was referring to and that is what makes it even greater.
Each phrase is a fascinating rhyme loaded with aromas, emotions, and lyricism that captivates like sonnets that lull the soul to the instrumental sound it plays. Because also the best lyrics ever written end up dancing to music also brought by muses that no one else reaches.
Top 5 recommended songs by Joaquín Sabina
city fish
The best way to understand the scope of Sabina's music, in addition to getting closer to the song, is to stop at one of its most glorious verses. In this case it would be:
«And defying the waves without rudder or helmsman
For my dreams it goes, light of baggage
On a nutshell, my traveling heart
Sporting the tattoos of a buccaneer past
From a sailboat to the boarding of a, from a I don't want to love you»
Who has stolen the month of April?
Since Sabina sang to melancholy transformed into the month of April, no spring has ever been the same...
«In the inn of failure
Where there is no comfort or elevator
Homelessness and humidity
share mattress
And when he passes by on the street
life like a hurricane
The man in the gray suit
He takes a dirty calendar out of his pocket.
and scream
Who has stolen the month of April!
How could this happen to me?
Who has stolen the month of April!
I kept it in the drawer
Where do I keep my heart?
One of romans
When you are still a child you hear a song like this and a multitude of nuances escape you. The funny thing is that years later I understand everything and even shed a tear for not having realized it sooner.
«It was an essential condition to organize the mode well
To enter the black and white semi-darkness of the no-do
And while in the circus a lion was snacking on a Christian
The girl let herself be kissed so that her brother didn't catch her
If they premiered Cleopatra and asked for the card
I was wearing a tie and ointment that cures acne
Until that bike from my childhood ran out of brakes
And in the movie they put on afterwards, the good guys never won.»
I deny everything
From that of denying everything, even the truth, one of the books that Sabina also publishes from time to time was born. In this statement before the public view and the trial of the general public, the legend strips naked and exposes all his motives in the crude.
«If it is to hurt me
I know what suits me
I have let everyone down
starting with me
I'm not an open book
nor who you imagine
I cry with the most cheesy
Love movies
I got kicked out of bars
What did he wear to the office?
and a latin venus
He gave me the last rites"
That's how I am without you
Curiously, it is a song whose lyrics are losing validity for new generations. But the tone says it all and the need to delve into the context about the realities of that XNUMXth century, now so far away.
Defeated like an old man who loses tute
Lascivious as the colonel's kiss
Sneaky like the Lute, when I was the Lute
Restless like a parson in a brothel
Wandering like a taxi through the desert
burned like the sky of Chernobyl
Just like a poet at the airport
I'm like that
That's how I am, without you