Music and Movie Moment: Mulholland Drive — Rebekah del Rio, “Llorando”

Rebekah Del Rio – Llorando (“Crying” cover, Mulholland Drive)

Mulholland Drive (David Lynch, 2001). This track is a haunting, a capella, Spanish language cover by Rebekah Del Rio of the Roy Orbison song “Crying” (Orbison, Melson 1961). Some screencaps are from here, some are from here, and some are from TK on the lj. Some I took myself from the sneaksters who have managed to put a bit of this up on the youtube. Thanks to all sources.

Yo estaba bien por un tiempo volviendo a sonreír

I was all right for a while I could smile for awhile

Luego anoche te vi; tu mano me tocó y el saludo de tu voz

But I saw you last night, you held my hand so tight as you stopped to say hello

Y hablé muy bien y tú sin saber que he estado Llorando por tu amor, llorando por tu amor

Oh, you wished me well You couldn’t tell that I’ve been Crying over you, crying over you

Luego de tu adiós sentí todo mi dolor Sola y llorando, llorando, llorando.

You said, “So long,” left me standing all alone Alone and crying, crying, crying.

No es fácil de entender que al verte otra vez yo esté llorando.

It’s hard to understand but the touch of your hand Can start me crying.

Yo que pensé que te olvidé pero es verdad, es la verdad que te quiero aun más mucho más que ayer Dime tú que puedo hacer.

I thought that I was over you, but it’s true, oh, so true I love you even more than I did before. But darling, what can I do?

¿No me quieres ya? Y siempre estaré Llorando por tu amor llorando por tu amor

For you don’t love me, and I’ll always be Crying over you crying over you

Tu amor se llevó todo mi corazón Y quedo llorando, llorando, llorando Llorando por tu amor

Yes, now you’re gone, and from this moment on I’ll be crying, crying, crying, Crying over you

Purchase Mulholland Drive, a StudioCanal film, from amazon online or in person at some big, dreadful electronics discount store where they make their employees dress all alike and discourage self-expression while simultaneously crushing their professional ambitions and private dreams, or even someplace mind-numbingly similar but with a wider range of products to assuage your human misery at the altar of merciless soul-raping capitalism, Walmart or Target; whatever, I don’t care. I am just encouraging you to do this consumer bullshit so I don’t get sued. If it were up to me, David Lynch movies would be showing at most theaters everywhere always, so it’s tough for me to recommend virtually profitless small screen shenanigans. And by tough I mean I am going to go chew light bulbs now.

This movie will come up again, these are a really small handful of caps compared to the rest. I’ve just been blue and listening to this song a lot lately.

The course of true love did never run smooth: Old School soapy comics edition with David Lynch movie stills

Damn that Nan and her grooviness! Trina, you are just a doormat. Of course, it is possible to go too far in the other direction…

Whoa, Twink — how ’bout you crawl out of Jill’s butt about this? What a lady does behind closed bedroom/car/McDonalds’ restroom doors is her business.

So. Which one would you choose? And remember that things are not always what they seem; Trina could be a doormat because she has been raised according to a view of fundamentally-Biblical, sublimated femininity that also extends to keeping it on clampdown ’til after marriage, and even then, just every third Saturday and only if neither one of you enjoys it! Do you really want a lifetime of hot meals but frigid nights?

Still from Blue Velvet (1986), l to r: Laura Dern, Isabella Rossellini, and unbelievably gorgeous slice of ’80s man meat Kyle MacLachlan — three guesses who the next Hot Man Bein’ Hot of the Day is going to be.

Meanwhile, that alleged whore Jill might actually be acting out because she has been abused, and, like a kicked cat who has not been loved well enough, will just as easily cut you with a broken bottle as blow you.* She may even be one of those chicks who downs a bottle of bourbon and sleeps with your dad so you’ll beat her up, just so she can feel anything.

Ups and downs, blondes and brunettes, femmes fatales and ingenues –and which is which??– deconstruction of assumed codifications. Oh! Such a Lynchian conundrum!

Naomi Watts and Laura Harring, Mulholland Drive (2001).

*Your cat blows you, right?…right??