Si tuviese una banda...

haría esta canción. La particularidad de esta banda norteamericana super sub-valorada, Counting Crows, es que las versiones en vivo de la mayoría de las canciones tienden a cambiar en relación a las originales ya que su cantante, Adam Duritz, tiende a agregar letras y por ende a alargar las canciones, haciéndolas más "únicas" por decirlo de alguna forma, dándole un tono mucho más íntimo, profundo y como dije, único. Como que te obligan a ir a todos los recitales que siempre aparece algo nuevo.




Y para que la canten (?), acá está la letra de la canción, Rain King, Counting Crows, la mejor versión es la del disco "New Amsterdam: Live At Heineken Music Hall" en Febrero de 2003, versión que llega a niveles Pearljamísticos para mi:

When I think of heaven
Deliver me in a black-winged bird
I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers
And all other instruments of faith and sex and God

in the belly of a black-winged bird.

Don't try to feed me
I've been here before and I deserve a little more

I belong in the service of the Queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She's been crying, I've been thinking
And I am the rain king

And I said mama, mama, mama, why am I so alone?
I can't go outside
I'm scared I might not make it home
I'm alive, I'm alive but I'm sinking in
If there's anyone at home at your place, darling
Why don't you invite me in?

Don't try to bleed me
Cause I've been there before and I deserve a little more

I belong in the service of the Queen
I belong anywhere but in between
Shes been lying, I've been sinking
And I am the rain king

Hey, I only want the same as anyone
Henderson is waiting for the sun
Oh, it seems night endlessly begins and ends
After all the dreaming I come home again...

When I think of heaven
Deliver me in a black-winged bird
I think of dying
Lay me down in a field of flame and heather
Render up my body into the burning heart of God
in the belly of a black-winged bird

Don't try to bleed me
Cause I've been here before and I deserve a little more

I belong in the service of the Queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She's been dying, I've been drinking
And I am the rain king.

"I belong anywhere but in between"