Una noche de lluvía cruzada en La Riviera, Jeff Tweedy llevaba dos horas tocando la guitarra encima del escenario. A las 11 en punto empezó a tocar California Stars, una versión de Woody Guthrie. Impecable. Nos permitió volver a casa andando, la lluvía había cesado, y la luna llena asomaba sobre los tejados de los viejos caserones de la calle Segovia, la canción se nos repetía elevándonos hacia ese cielo, que aún tan negro, es nuestro cielo.
I'd like to rest my heavy head tonight
On a bed of California stars
I'd like to lay my weary bones tonight
On a bed of California stars
I'd love to feel your hand touching mine
And tell me why I must keep working on
Yes, I'd give my life to lay my head tonight
On a bed of California stars
I'd like to dream my troubles all away
On a bed of California stars
Jump up from my star bed and make another day
Underneath my California stars
They hang like grapes on vines that shine
And warm the lover's glass like friendly wine
So, I'd give this world
Just to dream a dream with you
On our bed of California stars
I'd like to rest my heavy head tonight
On a bed of California stars
I'd like to lay my weary bones tonight
On a bed of California stars
I'd love to feel your hand touching mine
And tell me why I must keep working on?
Yes, I'd give my life to lay my head tonight
On a bed of California stars
I'd like to dream my troubles all away
On a bed of California stars
Jump up from my star bed and make another day
Underneath my California stars
They hang like grapes on vines that shine
And warm the lover's glass like friendly wine
So, I'd give this world
Just to dream a dream with you
On our bed of California stars
Till, I'd give this world
Just to dream a dream with you
On our bed of California stars
