"PICKPOCKET"

ROBERT BRESSON 

MÚSICA: JEAN BAPTISTE LULLY (GIOVANNI BATTISTA LULLI)

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FyEOI_VwTfY

"MOUCHETTE"

ROBERT BRESSON

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z8oZ50tS2_M&t=9s

 

Escena final. Magnificat (Deposuit potentes de sede et exaltavit humiles). Claudio Monteverdi.

"OLD HOTEL"

VIC CHESNUTT 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aLOXQbTe8fk 

I can see my old hotel
Down amongst the smells
I'm up above that ancient city river
It's filtered by my lousy liver
It's filtered by my wilted lily liver

I can see my old hotel
It ain't even a hotel
5am there came some sleet or hail
It was signal taps on the brave window
Solemn taps on the wavy window

I can see my old hotel
Hear those old touristy bells
Soon I'll be down the hill shopping
Giddy like a tipsy Mary Poppins
Giddy like a tipsy Mary Poppins

I can see my old hotel
It ain't even a hotel
I'm scheduled to ride the rails
If I wished to stay on this tower
Things would derange given just another hour

“SHARING A GIBSON WITH 

MARTIN LUTHER KING, Jr.”
LAMBCHOP

 

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BAi7-XKp8-k

All the leaves have turned to leather

I have lost faith in the spring

Withered like a dark balloon

Oh, I hear no robin sing

Ushered with the shower still

Oh, the rain falls off the leaves

And a rim of shady light

It forms these patterns on my hands

I can see your ring

Is it camouflaged or etched

Tell the king

To me this errand sent

To call such a hole

In the kingdom of the Lord

That we are afraid

Where there is no fear

Oh, he fell into a slumber

And did not wake until the dawn

To see a band of orange clouds

Cross the middle of the sky

Oh, he got into a fluster

He felt a tightening in his leg

With such finesse he waived a hornet

From a wine glass

And tiny fluffs of the feathered life
And you wander forth with your insolence and wine
To your fruitless mourn to them that cannot hear
And what the fuck am I doing here?

In the ghettos of Chicago
Amid the poverty and despair
Inside the game hens
Were the giblets in a plastic bag

A cocktail which consisted
Of his gin and her vermouth
Garnished together with the pearl onions
Dying eyes gleamed forth their ashy light

Tiny fluffs of the feathered life
And you wander forth with your insolence and wine
To your fruitless mourn to them that cannot hear

"IT IS WHAT IT IS"

VIC CHESNUTT 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mQbhPlJbqiM 

I am a monster
Like Quasimodo
Or Caliban the natural man
Giving wild ripostes to my reflection

One ugly morning
In a rage
Father threw an apple
Into my carapace

And like the invisible man
Directing traffic
I'd be ineffective
No matter how enthusiastic

Amid the masses' frenzy
Participation
In this massive
Separation

Appearance is everything
Nothing is how it seems
And civilized society
Is calm civility

I'm the phantom of the opera
Singing beauty and at ease
Or Henry Darger's
Autobiography

And that is curt clues to my essence
Planned obsolescence
Appearance is everything
Nothing is how it seems
In a market economy
It's called marketing

And not exactly clawing my way to glory
Nor whimpering in the wind
But once positively
I'm teetering on the brink
Of an all out breakthrough

But sometimes clear headed
Sometimes a doofus
Sometimes very cordial
And sometimes aloof

I am syrupy optimistic one moment
Then gravely pessimistic the next
Irritable as a hornet sometimes
Then agreeable as it gets

I'm not a pagan
I don't worship anything
Not gods that don't exist
Nor the sun which is oblivious

I love my ancestors but not ritually
I don't blame them or praise them
For anything that they passed along to me
I don't need stone altars to help me hedge my bet
Against the looming blackness

It is what it is

"DEEPER CURRENTS"

VIC CHESNUTT

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0pvWpd4soqM 

 

"ACTION FIGURE"

LAMBCHOP

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZc6Sq55ZPQ

I heard a rumor that I'm sad
Or at least that I feel bad
Whoever said that doesn't know
I'm pretty sure that I don't know

And if a case was made for this
Could it be something that we missed
Let's let the cat out of the bag
Let's let the neighborhood go bad

It take some time but there you go
It takes a lot of guts to show
The silly side of who we are
As if we'd ever go that far

So we can put the watch away
And we can throw away the cane
And we can walk through God's own will
Because he's crying, crying still today

What are the odds that you are right?
What will we have to eat tonight?
What if I told you it's okay
To be my action figure?

I've swatted bugs all afternoon
I've swallowed beer like a cartoon
And if old Waylon hung the moon
Will we be singing with him soon?

And I will learn to look away
When there are thing I cannot bear
Perhaps you'll sing a different tune
Perhaps we'll learn to tell the difference

And there are people that I know
Who learn to live within their limits
And we are lucky to be so
Completely interactive

"SHORT"

LAMBCHOP 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TPxWktvF5AA 

Here? s a little story? bout regret
Doesn? t have an ending, it? s not finished yet
But from what I know this far it? s just a peep at who
we are
And an incomplete sentence that you said

Now it? s time to terminate our trust
Even though to you and me it doesn? t matter much
We can close our eyes and picture better days ahead
Even now the phone begins to ring

And our life hangs on a string
And today we start to learn just what that means
And somehow we? re faced with the fact
That you won? t ever get this back

This story? s short just like I said
Can? t seem to get it through my thick head
Started out with hope and now the ending is
suppressed
Smothered like a fire in your dreams

Or will we burn for you tomorrow in your dreams
Or will we pass out in the airport like a freak upon
your seat
Some freak upon your seat

"THE RISE AND FALL OF THE LETTER P"

LAMBCHOP 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VEitXHzUIqA 

Well it started out intimate enough
She was hardly convinced of this
And nothing was right with out it
And every thing, I mean everything's unclean

How long is the right to suffer
And nothing impresses me
You are scared of all the couples and the mothers
Who disrespect your orders of the day

And I can't stand up
And I can't give back
It's just that it seems impossible
To understand a man like me

And I promise I won't live without you
And I promise I won't be that mean
These stupid promises are accumulating
In a grossly unwholesome scene

Now I'm happy to have lived without it
Pretty easy, if you know what I mean
I will stand upon a windswept hillside
Latter to recount how much this meant to me

Because this is the rise and fall of the letter P

"FLIRTED WITH YOU ALL MY LIFE"

VIC CHESNUTT 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V4Z-kjr4BLs 

 

 

I am a man. I am self aware.
Everywhere I go, you're always right there with me.

I flirted with you all my life
Even kissed you once or twice
To this day I swear it was nice.
But clearly, I was not ready.

When you touched a friend of mine, I thought I would loose my mind.
But I found out with time,
That really, i was not ready.
No, No

Oh death, oh death, oh death.
Really, I'm not ready.

Of death you hinder me.
Death makes those dear to me.
Tease me with your sweet relief.
You're cool, and you are constant.

When my mom was cancer sick,
She fought but then succumb to it.
But you made her beg for it,
Lord Jesus, please, I'm ready.

Oh death, oh death, oh death.
Really I'm not ready.
No no.
Oh death, oh death, oh death.
Clearly I'm not ready.

HET LEVEN GAAT DOOR...