MINUTO 34: ARMAGNAC

 SABADO, 5 DE ABRIL 

Y hay versiones que sin la limpieza del estudio de grabación prefieres. Minuto 34. El corazón del sabado noche. Los borrachines me aturden pero éste coció todas sus canciones en whiskey y a través de los años le han quedado como un valioso Armagnac.
A la altura del concierto, repito: minuto 34, la olla ya se le iba bastante. San Remo. Italia. 1986. Premio Tenco.

Well, you gassed her up behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one in your Oldsmobile
Barrelin' down the boulevard
You're lookin' for the heart of Saturday night

You got paid on Friday
And your pockets are jinglin' and you see the lights
You get all tinglin' 'cause you're cruisin' with a 6
You're lookin' for the heart of Saturday night

Then you comb your hair, shave your face
Tryin' to wipe out every trace of all the other days
In the week you know that this'll be the Saturday
You're reachin' your peak

Stoppin' on the red, you're goin' on the green
'Cause tonight'll be like nothin', you've ever seen
And you're barrelin' down the boulevard
You're lookin' for the heart of Saturday night

Tell me, is it the crack of the pool balls, neon buzzin'?
Telephone's ringin', it's your second cousin
Is it the barmaid that's smilin' from the corner of her eye?
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye

Makes it kind of quiver down in the core
'Cause you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
And now you're stumblin'
You're stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night

Años antes la cantaba así.

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