Nina Simone, nacida como Eunice Kathleen Waymon el 21 de febrero de 1933 en Tryon, Carolina del Norte, creció en una familia afroamericana profundamente religiosa. De niña, mostró un talento excepcional para la música, destacándose en el piano ya desde los tres años. Nina fue la sexta de ocho hijos de Mary Kate Irvin y John Divine Waymon. La familia luchaba económicamente, pero su talento no pasó desapercibido. A la edad de doce años, recibió una beca para estudiar música clásica con Muriel Mazzanovich, una profesora que ayudó a moldear su amor por Bach y otros compositores clásicos.
Al mudar a Filadelfia, Nina aspiraba a una carrera como pianista clásica, pero el rechazo de la prestigiosa Curtis Institute of Music –que más tarde ella atribuyó al racismo– la llevó a ganarse la vida tocando en clubes. Adoptó el nombre artístico de Nina Simone para ocultar su identidad a su familia, que desaprobaba su carrera en el ámbito del entretenimiento. "Nina" derivó de "niña", un apodo que su novio solía usar, mientras que "Simone" fue inspirado por la actriz francesa Simone Signoret.
En 1958, Simone alcanzó su primer éxito con una interpretación del estándar de jazz "I Loves You, Porgy" de George Gershwin. La canción llegó al Top 20 en las listas de Billboard, lo que la llevó a firmar con la discográfica Bethlehem Records y lanzar su primer álbum, Little Girl Blue. A partir de aquí,
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(1963) Bob Dylan
Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
With his wife and five children
And his cabin broken down
You looked for work and money
And you walked a rugged mile
You looked for work and money
And you walked a rugged mile
Your children are so hungry
That they don't know how to smile
Your baby's eyes look crazy
They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve
Your baby's eyes look crazy
They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve
You walk the floor and wonder why
With every breath you breathe
The rats have got your flour
Bad blood it got your mare
The rats have got your flour
Bad blood it got your mare
If there's anyone that knows
Is there anyone that cares?
You prayed to the Lord above
Oh please send you a friend
You prayed to the Lord above
Oh please send you a friend
Your empty pockets tell yuh
That you ain't a-got no friend
Your babies are crying louder
It's pounding on your brain
Your babies are crying louder now
It's pounding on your brain
Your wife's screams are stabbin' you
Like the dirty drivin' rain
Your grass it is turning black
There's no water in your well
Your grass is turning black
There's no water in your well
You spent your last lone dollar
On seven shotgun shells
Way out in the wilderness
A cold coyote calls
Way out in the wilderness
A cold coyote calls
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
That's hangin' on the wall
Your brain is a-bleedin'
And your legs can't seem to stand
Your brain is a-bleedin'
And your legs can't seem to stand
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
That you're holdin' in your hand
There's seven breezes a-blowin'
All around the cabin door
There's seven breezes a-blowin'
All around the cabin door
Seven shots ring out
Like the ocean's pounding roar
There's seven people dead
On a South Dakota farm
There's seven people dead
On a South Dakota farm
Somewhere in the distance
There's seven new people born