Angie

La belleza hecha canción. Escrita por Keith Richards, posiblemente dedicada a su hija nacida el año antes a su publicación. Los rumores decían que estaba escrita por Mick Jagger y dedicada a la mujer de David Bowie por aquel entonces, pero ambas partes siempre lo han desmentido. Quién sabe, es el romanticismo de la música. Nunca se sabe. Lo que sí sé, es que es otro tema de esos imprescindibles. Entraría en cualquier recopilatorio-chungo-navideño de música romántica. Es genial.
Pertenece al disco de los Rolling Stones "Goats Head Soup" del año 1973:






Angie, Angie, when will those clouds all disappear?
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?
With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
But Angie, Angie, you can't say we never tried
Angie, you're beautiful, but ain't it time we said good-bye?
Angie, I still love you, remember all those nights we cried?
All the dreams we held so close seemed to all go up in smoke
Let me whisper in your ear:
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?
Oh, Angie, don't you weep, all your kisses still taste sweet
I hate that sadness in your eyes
But Angie, Angie, ain't it time we said good-bye?
With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
But Angie, I still love you, baby
Ev'rywhere I look I see your eyes
There ain't a woman that comes close to you
Come on Baby, dry your eyes
But Angie, Angie, ain't it good to be alive?
Angie, Angie, they can't say we never tried