Anna begins

Counting Crows

My friend assures me, "It's all or nothing."
I am not worried
I am not overly concerned
My friend implores me, "For one time only,
make an exception." I am not worried
Wrap her up in a package of lies
Send her off to a coconut island
I am not worried I am not overly concerned
with the status of my emotions
"Oh," she says, "you're changing."
But we're always changing

It does not bother me to say this isn't love
Because if you don't want to talk about it then it isn't love
And I guess I'm going to have to live with that
But I'm sure there's something in a shade of grey,
Something in between,
And I can always change my name
If that's what you mean

My friend assures me, "It's all or nothing."
But I am not really worried I am not overly concerned
You try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourself
To make yourself forget I am not worried
"If it's love," she said, "then we're going to have to think about the consequences."
She can't stop shaking
I can't stop touching her and...
This time when kindness falls like rain
It washes her away and Anna begins to change her mind
"These seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering for days," she says
And I'm not ready for this sort of thing

But I'm not going to break and I'm not going to worry about it anymore
I'm not going to bend, and I'm not going to break and I'm not going to worry about it anymore
It seems like I should say, "As long as this is love..."
But it's not all that easy so maybe I should
Snap her up in a butterfly net Pin her down on a photograph album
I am not worried I've done this sort of thing before
But then I start to think about the consequences
Because I don't get no sleep in a quiet room and...

The time when kindness falls like rain
It washes me away and Anna begins to change my mind
And everytime she sneezes I believe it's love and
Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing

She's talking in her sleep
It's keeping me awake and Anna begins to toss and turn
And every word is nonsense but I understand and
Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing

Her kindness bangs a gong
It's moving me along and Anna begins to fade away
It's chasing me away
She disappears and
Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing

A principios -tal vez a mediados- de los años noventa surgió una banda de pop-rock que mezclaba la rabia irregular del grunge por entonces de moda con un lirismo exacerbado y unos estribillos más pegadizos que la miel a las patitas de las moscas: los Counting Crows (Contando Cuervos).

Fueron mundialmente conocidos por la estupenda canción Mister Jones, un canto a... yo qué sé, a la vida de bar, a Picasso, a las mujeres bonitas. Fue la canción debut de su disco de debut, August and everything after, parcialmente producido por los canadienses R.E.M.,y en el que aparece como corte número cinco nuestra canción bonita de hoy, Anna begins.

¡Puedo decir muy poco de esta canción! Quiero decir que no hay nada comparable a escucharla, es realmente una canción muy bonita. Conseguidla, escuchadla, y me contáis. Ale.

El momento en que la amabilidad cae como lluvia,
me lava, y Anna empieza a cambiar mi opinión,
y cada vez que ella estornuda yo pienso que es amor
y oh, Señor, no estoy preparado para este tipo de cosas.

Ella habla en sueños y eso no me deja dormir,
y Anna empieza a moverse y a girar,
y ninguna palabra tiene sentido pero yo las entiendo
y oh, Señor, no estoy preparado para este tipo de cosas.

Su amabilidad golpea un gong,
me mueve con él,
y Anna empieza a desvanecerse,
ese hecho me persigue,
ella desaparece
y oh, Señor, no estoy preparado para este tipo de cosas.