"WHEN I WAS YOUNG"

 JULIE DRISCOLL, BRIAN AUGER 

AND THE TRINITY

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YRe5ydLVfk8

When I was a young girl I used to seek pleasure
When I was a young girl I used to drink ale
Right out of the alehouse and into the jailhouse
Right out of the barroom and down to my grave
Come, mama - come, papa - sitting beside me
Come, mama - come, papa - pity my case
Cause my head it is aching, my heart it is breaking
My body salvated and I"m bound to die

 Go send for the preacher to come and pray for me
Go send for the doctor to heal up my wounds
Cause my head it is aching, and my heart it is breaking
My body salvated, and Hell is my home

I want three young ladies to bear up my coffin
I want three young ladies to take me along
You know that I want them to carry a bunch of white roses
To lay on my body, as I pass - oh, Lord

One morning in May
I spy this young lady, all clad in white linen
All clad in white linen and cold as clay

"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