Bob Dylan está en racha: ha publicado otra nueva canción, “I contain multitudes”. Hace unos días, dio a conocer “Murder most foul”, su primer tema propio y nuevo desde el álbum Tempest, lanzado en 2012. Además con “Murder most foul” Dylan logró el primer número uno de su carrera en las listas de Billboard.
El título de “I contain multitudes” está tomado de un verso del poema de Walt Whitman “Song of myself” (“Canto de mí mismo”) de Hojas de hierba, que dice «I am large, I contain multitudes» («Soy inmenso, contengo multitudes»).
La canción contiene referencias a Ana Frank, el poeta y visionario inglés de finales del XVIII e inicios del XIX William Blake, Edgar Allan Poe, Indiana Jones, los Rolling Stones, Chopin y Beethoven.
Como declaracón personal, Dylan afirma: «Soy un hombre de contradicciones, / soy un hombre de muchos estados de ánimo»:
Esta es la letra de “I contain multitudes”:
Today, tomorrow, and yesterday, too
The flowers are dyin’ like all things do
Follow me close, I’m going to Balian Bali
I’ll lose my mind if you don’t come with me
I fuss with my hair, and I fight blood feuds
I contain multitudes
Got a tell-tale heart, like Mr. Poe
Got skeletons in the walls of people you know
I’ll drink to the truth and the things we said
I’ll drink to the man that shares your bed
I paint landscapes, and I paint nudes
I contain multitudes
Red Cadillac and a black mustache
Rings on my fingers that sparkle and flash
Tell me, what’s next? What shall we do?
Half my soul, baby, belongs to you
I relic and I frolic with all the young dudes
I contain multitudes
I’m just like Anne Frank, like Indiana Jones
And them British bad boys, The Rolling Stones
I go right to the edge, I go right to the end
I go right where all things lost are made good again
I sing the songs of experience like William Blake
I have no apologies to make
Everything’s flowing all at the same time
I live on the boulevard of crime
I drive fast cars, and I eat fast foods
I contain multitudes
Pink petal-pushers, red blue jeans
All the pretty maids, and all the old queens
All the old queens from all my past lives
I carry four pistols and two large knives
I’m a man of contradictions, I’m a man of many moods
I contain multitudes
You greedy old wolf, I’ll show you my heart
But not all of it, only the hateful part
I’ll sell you down the river, I’ll put a price on your head
What more can I tell you? I sleep with life and death in the same bed
Get lost, madame, get up off my kneeK
Keep your mouth away from me
I’ll keep the path open, the path in my mind
I’ll see to it that there’s no love left behind
I’ll play Beethoven’s sonatas, and Chopin’s preludes
I contain multitudes
