"THE ROAD" (BSO)
NICK CAVE & WARREN ELLIS
dimecres, 24 de desembre del 2014
divendres, 19 de desembre del 2014
ΟΔΥΣΣΕΙΑ
Com quan la terra es mostra generosa als nàufrags, la nau ben construïda dels quals Posidó ha destrossat en la mar, escomesa pel vent i per l'onatge violent; i uns quants han fugit de la mar cendrosa cap a la terra ferma, nedant, i la salabror els ha omplert de crostes la pell; i trepitgen la terra contents d'haver-se pogut escapar de la desgràcia; de la mateixa manera, doncs, era benvingut l'espòs de Penèlope i se'l remirava i no li treia del coll els seus braços blancs.
dissabte, 13 de desembre del 2014
"L'ACTE DARRER"
JOAN VINYOLI
que soit la comédie en tout le reste. On jette
enfin de la terre sur la tête, et en voilà pour
jamais.
PASCAL
Quan de vegades entro,
a poc a poc, a la petita casa
de mi mateix,
amb pas humit, a fil de matinada,
deixant a fora els arbres expectants,
un tremolor d'herba tocada
per l'esbatec del primer vent del dia,
vagits de llum,
m'adono prou
de quin desordre hi ha, quina remor,
quin moviment d'entrades i sortides
inútils, que el celler està buit
-car hom beu molt-, de restes de vianda
ja freda als plats -car hom menja a deshora,
de pressa i malament-,
que el vell fogó vessa de cendres
anteriors de focs que s'extingiren
fa molt de temps, però que no permeten
al nou cremar bé.
I mentre sec al balancí, d'esquena al dia,
penso que és hora, tal vegada,
de canviar els costums i que he d'emprendre
reformes radicals.
No sé quines, però,
car les parets estan molt primparades,
el sostre foradat, i les esquerdes
són tantes que el difícil és veure
què falla més.
No em val llavors de dir-me, recordant
glòries antigues, fetes
d'amor, les flors en un jardí, recapte
de vida i mort ensems,
que jo sóc flama
d'un ardor que no cessa,
que en mi reneix Orfeu i que he dreçat
l'arbre del cant fins a l'orella casta
d'Eurídice dient: tremolo de mirar-te,
com diré mai el teu encís?;
car temo, quan estic
així de sol i fred i desganat,
que per molt que em proclami
del costat de la vida,
quan sobre el mar llisca la barca
dominical i cau verticalment,
ferint-me, el llamp d'Apol.lo,
i una calitja d'or tremola
devant els ulls,
que en ser que em trobi dins el llit
de les darreres núpcies,
m'espantaré del fred que ha d'arribar-me
quan les cuixes de gel em tocaran,
i que em faré enrera de tot,
covardament, com l'atrapat
en una gran mentida,
i que tot jo tremolaré
i no sabré cap on girar-me
ni què invocar.
No crec en els beuratges
ni tampoc en els altres
consols.
Altra vegada sóc
al lloc mateix on sempre arribo
quan baixo lentament al soterrani
de la petita casa
de mi mateix.
a poc a poc, a la petita casa
de mi mateix,
amb pas humit, a fil de matinada,
deixant a fora els arbres expectants,
un tremolor d'herba tocada
per l'esbatec del primer vent del dia,
vagits de llum,
m'adono prou
de quin desordre hi ha, quina remor,
quin moviment d'entrades i sortides
inútils, que el celler està buit
-car hom beu molt-, de restes de vianda
ja freda als plats -car hom menja a deshora,
de pressa i malament-,
que el vell fogó vessa de cendres
anteriors de focs que s'extingiren
fa molt de temps, però que no permeten
al nou cremar bé.
I mentre sec al balancí, d'esquena al dia,
penso que és hora, tal vegada,
de canviar els costums i que he d'emprendre
reformes radicals.
No sé quines, però,
car les parets estan molt primparades,
el sostre foradat, i les esquerdes
són tantes que el difícil és veure
què falla més.
No em val llavors de dir-me, recordant
glòries antigues, fetes
d'amor, les flors en un jardí, recapte
de vida i mort ensems,
que jo sóc flama
d'un ardor que no cessa,
que en mi reneix Orfeu i que he dreçat
l'arbre del cant fins a l'orella casta
d'Eurídice dient: tremolo de mirar-te,
com diré mai el teu encís?;
car temo, quan estic
així de sol i fred i desganat,
que per molt que em proclami
del costat de la vida,
quan sobre el mar llisca la barca
dominical i cau verticalment,
ferint-me, el llamp d'Apol.lo,
i una calitja d'or tremola
devant els ulls,
que en ser que em trobi dins el llit
de les darreres núpcies,
m'espantaré del fred que ha d'arribar-me
quan les cuixes de gel em tocaran,
i que em faré enrera de tot,
covardament, com l'atrapat
en una gran mentida,
i que tot jo tremolaré
i no sabré cap on girar-me
ni què invocar.
No crec en els beuratges
ni tampoc en els altres
consols.
Altra vegada sóc
al lloc mateix on sempre arribo
quan baixo lentament al soterrani
de la petita casa
de mi mateix.
dimecres, 10 de desembre del 2014
"SENYOR BOTIGUER"
SISA
Oh, senyor botiguer! Sempre us he vist ficat
dins d'un sac de confits i amb una peixera al cap
entre cebes i alls i pernils.
Oh, senyor botiguer! Sou vós i els vostres fills
que perfumen els carrers amb floretes d'anís
que mai no heu olorat ni heu sentit quan la flor ha de florir.
Oh, senyor botiguer! Sempre heu fet un bon pas
vos sou home de seny, senyor botiguer,
vos sou l'home amagat del meu somni ancestral
personatge important del meu somni perdut
on aquest barri humit, aquest barri envellit
pels efluvis del mar i del vent.
Vos sou l'home malalt que fuig corrent del meu llit
quan arribo a dormir sense somnis estranys.
Oh, senyor botiguer! Morireu de bon temps
amb el cel tan serè com el món curt i estret
de bon jan català, honorable i cristià,
que heu creat.
dins d'un sac de confits i amb una peixera al cap
entre cebes i alls i pernils.
Oh, senyor botiguer! Sou vós i els vostres fills
que perfumen els carrers amb floretes d'anís
que mai no heu olorat ni heu sentit quan la flor ha de florir.
Oh, senyor botiguer! Sempre heu fet un bon pas
vos sou home de seny, senyor botiguer,
vos sou l'home amagat del meu somni ancestral
personatge important del meu somni perdut
on aquest barri humit, aquest barri envellit
pels efluvis del mar i del vent.
Vos sou l'home malalt que fuig corrent del meu llit
quan arribo a dormir sense somnis estranys.
Oh, senyor botiguer! Morireu de bon temps
amb el cel tan serè com el món curt i estret
de bon jan català, honorable i cristià,
que heu creat.
"EL FILL DEL MESTRE"
SISA
El fill del mestre fa ninots,
la seva mare estén llençols
i el balcó obert deixa escapar
l´aire corrent del bestiar
que apaga els bens conills i porcs
El fill del mestre trenca nius,
i son germa que se n´enriu
rep una pedregada al cap,
es fot a córrer i a volar,
de dalt d´un arbre fa piu-piu.
El fill del mestre es tira un rot,
son pare explica la lliçó,
de tant en tant es tira un pet
i es rasca el cul amb gran deleït
mentre s´arregla els pantalons.
El fill del mestre,
que té la iaia que no duu sostens,
mossega un arbre de nadal
que té plantat a l´orinal,
fins que ja no li quedin dents.
El fill dels mestre té el cap gros
sa germana la Consol
te un nòvio que es americà
que menja xiclet per dinar
i es beu la ginebra amb gasoil.
El fill del mestre planta naps,
la tieta els cull al cap d´un any
els porta a vendre al mercat nou,
ven faves tendres llet i ous
i els lluços se´ls mengen els gats.
El fill del mestre, el fill del mestre, el fill del mestre, el fill del mestre, el fill del mestre
El fill del mestre ha calat foc a la casa.
la seva mare estén llençols
i el balcó obert deixa escapar
l´aire corrent del bestiar
que apaga els bens conills i porcs
El fill del mestre trenca nius,
i son germa que se n´enriu
rep una pedregada al cap,
es fot a córrer i a volar,
de dalt d´un arbre fa piu-piu.
El fill del mestre es tira un rot,
son pare explica la lliçó,
de tant en tant es tira un pet
i es rasca el cul amb gran deleït
mentre s´arregla els pantalons.
El fill del mestre,
que té la iaia que no duu sostens,
mossega un arbre de nadal
que té plantat a l´orinal,
fins que ja no li quedin dents.
El fill dels mestre té el cap gros
sa germana la Consol
te un nòvio que es americà
que menja xiclet per dinar
i es beu la ginebra amb gasoil.
El fill del mestre planta naps,
la tieta els cull al cap d´un any
els porta a vendre al mercat nou,
ven faves tendres llet i ous
i els lluços se´ls mengen els gats.
El fill del mestre, el fill del mestre, el fill del mestre, el fill del mestre, el fill del mestre
El fill del mestre ha calat foc a la casa.
dijous, 4 de desembre del 2014
"SUNT LACRIMAE RERUM"
JOAN VINYOLI
A Tamariu, a casa en Pere Patxei,
encomana un cremat, beurem a poc a poc
a l'hora que la mar s'agrisa.
Ploren les coses, plora el temps,
plora la vida no viscuda,
plora també la vida que hem viscut.
Sunt lacrimae rerum.
Ai, aquest "ai" és un bressol
de moltes hores en què sempre anàvem
pel vell sorral i vèiem l'ample mar
guspirejant parlant-nos en metàfores.
"La dolencia de amor que no se cura
sino con la presencia y la figura."
Ara sóc una rata espantada que surt de la fosca
i corre a amagar-se en qualsevol forat.
Però quan em recordo dels amics que han mort
irremissiblement, els insubstituïbles,
em torno un gira-sol que puja d'un femer
i fa com un que parla amb entelada veu,
en una tarda càlida d'estiu,
devant el somriure dels morts que se li fan propers.
Ara tot d'una la tenora
ressona a Pals i contemplem les illes
i sempre dic, mirant la Torre de les Hores:
devant aquestes coses cal plorar.
Passa la tarda sobre els camps d'arròs
de l'Empordà xops d'aigua.
És tard, és hora de tornar a Begur
en l'autocar que ens deixarà a la plaça.
Anem al bar i prenguem l'aperitiu amb cloïsses
ben amanides amb llimona i pebre.
Cau la nit, la nit fantasmagòrica
del rei Begur que senyoreja el castell,
la nit dels fars i de les barques a l'encesa,
del cel altíssim estelat.
Tot giravolta com en un parc d'atraccions,
però tu i jo vivim al botó de la roda,
on és imperceptible el moviment.
Són les cinc del matí. Tot dorm excepte els gavians
i les orenetes que xisclen, llançades.
Que l'estiu matusser no faci gaire mal.
Ajudem-nos els uns als altres
amb paciència, bon vi, moderació,
per no caure en el daltabaix.
Els arbres es clivellen,
els fruiters regalimen goma.
encomana un cremat, beurem a poc a poc
a l'hora que la mar s'agrisa.
Ploren les coses, plora el temps,
plora la vida no viscuda,
plora també la vida que hem viscut.
Sunt lacrimae rerum.
Ai, aquest "ai" és un bressol
de moltes hores en què sempre anàvem
pel vell sorral i vèiem l'ample mar
guspirejant parlant-nos en metàfores.
"La dolencia de amor que no se cura
sino con la presencia y la figura."
Ara sóc una rata espantada que surt de la fosca
i corre a amagar-se en qualsevol forat.
Però quan em recordo dels amics que han mort
irremissiblement, els insubstituïbles,
em torno un gira-sol que puja d'un femer
i fa com un que parla amb entelada veu,
en una tarda càlida d'estiu,
devant el somriure dels morts que se li fan propers.
Ara tot d'una la tenora
ressona a Pals i contemplem les illes
i sempre dic, mirant la Torre de les Hores:
devant aquestes coses cal plorar.
Passa la tarda sobre els camps d'arròs
de l'Empordà xops d'aigua.
És tard, és hora de tornar a Begur
en l'autocar que ens deixarà a la plaça.
Anem al bar i prenguem l'aperitiu amb cloïsses
ben amanides amb llimona i pebre.
Cau la nit, la nit fantasmagòrica
del rei Begur que senyoreja el castell,
la nit dels fars i de les barques a l'encesa,
del cel altíssim estelat.
Tot giravolta com en un parc d'atraccions,
però tu i jo vivim al botó de la roda,
on és imperceptible el moviment.
Són les cinc del matí. Tot dorm excepte els gavians
i les orenetes que xisclen, llançades.
Que l'estiu matusser no faci gaire mal.
Ajudem-nos els uns als altres
amb paciència, bon vi, moderació,
per no caure en el daltabaix.
Els arbres es clivellen,
els fruiters regalimen goma.
dimarts, 2 de desembre del 2014
"LA PARAULA" (A TRAVÉS DE VINYOLI)
XAVI MÚRCIA
Aturada ja la vida,
quiescent, vell i nafrat,
he sentit una gran crida
que a benaurança convida
per un camí no fressat.
Delerós, enderiat,
he pres tot d'una embranzida;
fent un salt fora de mida,
sobtadament m'he envolat.
Com és que m'he desvetllat
en una serra tan alta?
Tot el que miro m'exalta
i parlo com un orat.
Eixemplant la immensitat,
una àguila em sobrevola.
No tinc por de la rossola
ni de la nit feredat.
Qui és que aquí m'ha portat?
Adormit davant la taula
de la meva soledat,
m'hi ha portat la paraula.
Joan Vinyoli
quiescent, vell i nafrat,
he sentit una gran crida
que a benaurança convida
per un camí no fressat.
Delerós, enderiat,
he pres tot d'una embranzida;
fent un salt fora de mida,
sobtadament m'he envolat.
Com és que m'he desvetllat
en una serra tan alta?
Tot el que miro m'exalta
i parlo com un orat.
Eixemplant la immensitat,
una àguila em sobrevola.
No tinc por de la rossola
ni de la nit feredat.
Qui és que aquí m'ha portat?
Adormit davant la taula
de la meva soledat,
m'hi ha portat la paraula.
Joan Vinyoli
divendres, 28 de novembre del 2014
"I AM THE WALRUS"
THE BEATLES
I am he as you are he as you are me
And we are all together
See how they run like pigs from a gun
See how they fly
I'm crying
And we are all together
See how they run like pigs from a gun
See how they fly
I'm crying
Sitting on a cornflake
Waiting for the van to come
Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man you've been a naughty boy
You let your face grow long
Waiting for the van to come
Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man you've been a naughty boy
You let your face grow long
I am the eggman
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob
Mr. City policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky
See how they run
I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying, I'm crying
Pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky
See how they run
I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying, I'm crying
Yellow matter custard
Dripping from a dead dog's eye
Crabalocker fishwife
Pornographic priestess
Boy, you've been a naughty girl
You let your knickers down
Dripping from a dead dog's eye
Crabalocker fishwife
Pornographic priestess
Boy, you've been a naughty girl
You let your knickers down
I am the eggman
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob
Sitting in an English garden
Waiting for the sun
If the sun don't come you get a tan
From standing in the English rain
Waiting for the sun
If the sun don't come you get a tan
From standing in the English rain
I am the eggman
("How do you do sir")
They are the eggmen
("The man maintains a fortune")
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob Goo Goo Goo g' joob
("How do you do sir")
They are the eggmen
("The man maintains a fortune")
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob Goo Goo Goo g' joob
Expert, texpert choking smokers
Don't you think the joker laughs at you
(Ho ho ho hee hee hee hah hah hah)
See how they smile like pigs in a sty
See how they snide
I'm crying
Don't you think the joker laughs at you
(Ho ho ho hee hee hee hah hah hah)
See how they smile like pigs in a sty
See how they snide
I'm crying
Semolina Pilchard
Climbing up the Eiffel tower
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna
Man, you should have seen them kicking
Edgar Allen Poe
Climbing up the Eiffel tower
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna
Man, you should have seen them kicking
Edgar Allen Poe
I am the eggman
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob
Goo goo goo g' joob
Goo goo g' joob
Goo goo goo g' joob
Goo goo
Juba juba juba
Juba juba juba
Juba juba juba
Juba juba
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob
Goo goo goo g' joob
Goo goo g' joob
Goo goo goo g' joob
Goo goo
Juba juba juba
Juba juba juba
Juba juba juba
Juba juba
dijous, 27 de novembre del 2014
"PÀL·LID ESTEL"
XAVIER BARÓ
El vent porta deu dies bufant
i jo m'estic aquí, apagant,
com un soldat que torna del combat,
a qui una bala el front li ha fregat.
L'hivern esculp a la lluna un vel,
el carrer sembla com un desert,
només vestit amb un trist fanal,
una ànima que m'està vetllant.
Miro el teu rostre,
pàl·lid estel.
Trofeus de guerra, erms conquerits,
els noms de les baixes, tot el botí.
I la part de mi que he reunit
va a la deriva en mig de la nit.
Set estrelles en visió breu,
màscares pertot arreu;
columnes de fum horitzó endins
em barren el pas al paradís.
Miro el teu rostre,
Pàl·lid estel.
Fill del combat i còmic ambulant,
reposo uns dies en braços d'una amant,
sobre el seu cos brillant i afilat.
Ferit de llum, esperit i carn
amb el cor trencat.
Darrere els vidres, siluetejat,
l'Arlequí mira desconsolat
aquell palau d'on s'ha allunyat
al travessar cingles i valls.
I els records són tan freds…
simfonia per sac de gemecs.
I el laberint de l'eternitat
es tapa el rostre amb l'antifaç.
Miro el teu rostre,
Pàl·lid estel.
El creuer luxós ja ha partit,
tota esperança, amb ell s'ha esvaït.
I mira d'esglai a sota el llit
les velles botes d'un cor ferit.
Inexpressiu, d'allà les treu,
i troba aquella visió breu,
pols del camí se li enganxa als dits
i s'endinsa horitzó endins.
Miro el teu rostre,
Pàl·lid estel.
i jo m'estic aquí, apagant,
com un soldat que torna del combat,
a qui una bala el front li ha fregat.
L'hivern esculp a la lluna un vel,
el carrer sembla com un desert,
només vestit amb un trist fanal,
una ànima que m'està vetllant.
Miro el teu rostre,
pàl·lid estel.
Trofeus de guerra, erms conquerits,
els noms de les baixes, tot el botí.
I la part de mi que he reunit
va a la deriva en mig de la nit.
Set estrelles en visió breu,
màscares pertot arreu;
columnes de fum horitzó endins
em barren el pas al paradís.
Miro el teu rostre,
Pàl·lid estel.
Fill del combat i còmic ambulant,
reposo uns dies en braços d'una amant,
sobre el seu cos brillant i afilat.
Ferit de llum, esperit i carn
amb el cor trencat.
Darrere els vidres, siluetejat,
l'Arlequí mira desconsolat
aquell palau d'on s'ha allunyat
al travessar cingles i valls.
I els records són tan freds…
simfonia per sac de gemecs.
I el laberint de l'eternitat
es tapa el rostre amb l'antifaç.
Miro el teu rostre,
Pàl·lid estel.
El creuer luxós ja ha partit,
tota esperança, amb ell s'ha esvaït.
I mira d'esglai a sota el llit
les velles botes d'un cor ferit.
Inexpressiu, d'allà les treu,
i troba aquella visió breu,
pols del camí se li enganxa als dits
i s'endinsa horitzó endins.
Miro el teu rostre,
Pàl·lid estel.
dimecres, 19 de novembre del 2014
"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ME"
THE RACONTEURS
You don't understand me
But if the feeling was right
You might comprehend me
And why do you feel the need to tease me
Why don't you turn it around
It might be easier to please me
And there's always another point of view
A better way to do the things we do
And how can you know me
And I know you.
If nothing is true
Why do you think that you are doing
But who is the fool, the fool or the fool
that you are fooling.
And maybe I just don't see the reason
But in the corner of my heart your ignorance is treason.
And there's always another point of view
A better way to do the things we do
And how can you know me
And I know you.
If nothing is true
You think you know how I feel
Its not that big of a deal
There's no such thing its not real
Oh-Oh
You don't understand me
But if the feeling was right
You might comprehend me
And I don't claim to understand you
But I've been looking around
And I haven't found, anybody like you
And there's always another point of view
A better way to do the things we do
And how can you know me
And I know you
If nothing is true.
But if the feeling was right
You might comprehend me
And why do you feel the need to tease me
Why don't you turn it around
It might be easier to please me
And there's always another point of view
A better way to do the things we do
And how can you know me
And I know you.
If nothing is true
Why do you think that you are doing
But who is the fool, the fool or the fool
that you are fooling.
And maybe I just don't see the reason
But in the corner of my heart your ignorance is treason.
And there's always another point of view
A better way to do the things we do
And how can you know me
And I know you.
If nothing is true
You think you know how I feel
Its not that big of a deal
There's no such thing its not real
Oh-Oh
You don't understand me
But if the feeling was right
You might comprehend me
And I don't claim to understand you
But I've been looking around
And I haven't found, anybody like you
And there's always another point of view
A better way to do the things we do
And how can you know me
And I know you
If nothing is true.
"THE DAILY PLANET"
LOVE
In the morning we arise and
Start the day the same old way
As yesterday the day before and
All in all it's just a day like
All the rest so do your best with
Chewing gum and it is oh so
Repetitious
Waiting on the sun
Down on Go-stop Boulevard it
Never fails to bring me down
The sirens and the accidents and
For a laugh there's Plastic Nancy
She's real fancy with her children
They'll go far, she
Buys them toys to
Keep in practice
Waiting on the war
I feel shivers in my spine
When the iceman, yes his ice is melting
Won't be there on time
Hope he finds a rhyme
For his little mind
I can see you
With no (hands) (face)
Eyes I need you
You're my (heart) (face)
Look we're going round and round.
Start the day the same old way
As yesterday the day before and
All in all it's just a day like
All the rest so do your best with
Chewing gum and it is oh so
Repetitious
Waiting on the sun
Down on Go-stop Boulevard it
Never fails to bring me down
The sirens and the accidents and
For a laugh there's Plastic Nancy
She's real fancy with her children
They'll go far, she
Buys them toys to
Keep in practice
Waiting on the war
I feel shivers in my spine
When the iceman, yes his ice is melting
Won't be there on time
Hope he finds a rhyme
For his little mind
I can see you
With no (hands) (face)
Eyes I need you
You're my (heart) (face)
Look we're going round and round.
dimarts, 18 de novembre del 2014
"SEASON OF THE WITCH"
DONOVAN
When I look out my window
Many sights to see
And when I look in my window
So many different people to be
That it's strange
So strange
You got to pick up every stitch
You got to pick up every stitch
You got to pick up every stitch
Mmmm, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, yeah
Must be the season of the witch
When I look over my shoulder
What do you think I see?
Some other cat lookin' over
His shoulder at me
And he's strange
Sure is strange
You got to pick up every stitch
You got to pick up every stitch, yeah
Beatniks are out to make it rich
Oh no, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, yeah
Must be the season of the witch
You got to pick up every stitch
Two rabbits runnin' in the ditch
Beatniks out to make it rich
Oh no, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
When I go
When I look out my window
What do you think I see?
And when I look in my window
So many different people to be
It's strange
Sure is strange
You got to pick up every stitch
You got to pick up every stitch
Two rabbits runnin' in the ditch
Oh no, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, yeah
Must be the season of the witch
When I go
When I go
Many sights to see
And when I look in my window
So many different people to be
That it's strange
So strange
You got to pick up every stitch
You got to pick up every stitch
You got to pick up every stitch
Mmmm, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, yeah
Must be the season of the witch
When I look over my shoulder
What do you think I see?
Some other cat lookin' over
His shoulder at me
And he's strange
Sure is strange
You got to pick up every stitch
You got to pick up every stitch, yeah
Beatniks are out to make it rich
Oh no, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, yeah
Must be the season of the witch
You got to pick up every stitch
Two rabbits runnin' in the ditch
Beatniks out to make it rich
Oh no, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
When I go
When I look out my window
What do you think I see?
And when I look in my window
So many different people to be
It's strange
Sure is strange
You got to pick up every stitch
You got to pick up every stitch
Two rabbits runnin' in the ditch
Oh no, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, yeah
Must be the season of the witch
When I go
When I go
"GET TOGETHER"
THE YOUNGBLOODS
Love is but a song to sing
Fear's the way we die
You can make the mountains ring
Or make the angels cry
Though the bird is on the wing
And you may not know why
Fear's the way we die
You can make the mountains ring
Or make the angels cry
Though the bird is on the wing
And you may not know why
Come on people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now
Some may come and some may go
We shall surely pass
When the one that left us here
Returns for us at last
We are but a moment's sunlight
Fading in the grass
We shall surely pass
When the one that left us here
Returns for us at last
We are but a moment's sunlight
Fading in the grass
Come on people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now
Come on people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now
Come on people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now
If you hear the song I sing
You will understand (listen!)
You hold the key to love and fear
All in your trembling hand
Just one key unlocks them both
It's there at you command
You will understand (listen!)
You hold the key to love and fear
All in your trembling hand
Just one key unlocks them both
It's there at you command
Come on people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now
Come on people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now
Come on people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now
dilluns, 17 de novembre del 2014
"SAN FRANCISCO"
SCOTT McKENZIE
If you're going to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you're going to San Francisco
You're gonna meet some gentle people there
For those who come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there
In the streets of San Francisco
Gentle people with flowers in their hair
All across the nation such a strange vibration
People in motion
There's a whole generation with a new explanation
People in motion people in motion
For those who come to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there
If you come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there.
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you're going to San Francisco
You're gonna meet some gentle people there
For those who come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there
In the streets of San Francisco
Gentle people with flowers in their hair
All across the nation such a strange vibration
People in motion
There's a whole generation with a new explanation
People in motion people in motion
For those who come to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there
If you come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there.
dijous, 13 de novembre del 2014
"THEY SAW THE FAT ONE COMING"
STRAWBERRY ALARM CLOCK
They said they saw him in the morning
But they just couldn't understand why he was crying
He came upon them without warning
And told them of the things he left behind him dying
Why did he come to our fair city?
Why did he say the things that only make us worried?
He said it killed but showed no pity
It came upon him like the devil's raging fury
Why did it spare him? Why's he here?
Who's this stranger that walks among us?
And why's he here? Why did he live?
Maybe a deal's been made between them
Ooh ooh ooh
We gathered at the church on Sunday
And turned the house of God into a place of violence
With guns and clubs we met on Monday
And swore before the day was done there would be silence.
But they just couldn't understand why he was crying
He came upon them without warning
And told them of the things he left behind him dying
Why did he come to our fair city?
Why did he say the things that only make us worried?
He said it killed but showed no pity
It came upon him like the devil's raging fury
Why did it spare him? Why's he here?
Who's this stranger that walks among us?
And why's he here? Why did he live?
Maybe a deal's been made between them
Ooh ooh ooh
We gathered at the church on Sunday
And turned the house of God into a place of violence
With guns and clubs we met on Monday
And swore before the day was done there would be silence.
dimecres, 12 de novembre del 2014
"THE TOURIST"
RADIOHEAD
It barks at no one else but me,
Like it's seen a ghost.
I guess it's seen the sparks a-flowin,
No one else would know.
Hey man, slow down, slow down,
Idiot, slow down, slow down.
Sometimes I get overcharged,
That's when you see sparks.
They ask me where the hell I'm going?
At a 1000 feet per second,
Hey man, slow down, slow down,
Idiot, slow down, slow down.
Hey man, slow down, slow down,
Idiot, slow down, slow down.
Like it's seen a ghost.
I guess it's seen the sparks a-flowin,
No one else would know.
Hey man, slow down, slow down,
Idiot, slow down, slow down.
Sometimes I get overcharged,
That's when you see sparks.
They ask me where the hell I'm going?
At a 1000 feet per second,
Hey man, slow down, slow down,
Idiot, slow down, slow down.
Hey man, slow down, slow down,
Idiot, slow down, slow down.
diumenge, 9 de novembre del 2014
dimecres, 5 de novembre del 2014
"THE MOTORCYCLE SONG"
RICHARD HAWLEY
And I don't know my way back home
My motorcycle's full of holes
And I can't find my way back in
I'm hungry and my shadow's thin
The road of anyone can change I know that we won't meet again
The key was in the open lock
You'd see through any blanket fog
There's places is on the seabound roll
But I can't even find the boat
I don't know the way back home
My motorcycle's full of holes
Full of holes
Full of holes
And someone turned the lights way down
But shelter is what brought you round
She said the outside is the in
It's risky when you drink that gin
The key was in the open joint You'd see from any vantage point
And I can't find my way back in
I'm hungry and my shadow's thin
There's places is on the seabound roll
But I can't even find the boat
And I don't know my way back home
My motorcycle's full of holes
Full of holes
Full of holes
dimecres, 22 d’octubre del 2014
"BEFORE"
RICHARD HAWLEY
Here we are
Lent to the earth by the stars
But it won't be me
That sets you free
No it won't be me who closes the door on before.
Before.
Slivers of light hang in the dark,
Loving hands place the flowers in the vase
But it won't be me
That sets you free
No it won't be me who closes the door on before.
Before.
But it won't be me
That sets you free
No it won't be me who closes the door on before.
Before.
Before.
She said don't look at the new moon through the glass,
Our eyes on the future that will pass
But it won't be me
That sets you free
No it won't be me who closes the door on before.
Before
Before
Before
Lent to the earth by the stars
But it won't be me
That sets you free
No it won't be me who closes the door on before.
Before.
Slivers of light hang in the dark,
Loving hands place the flowers in the vase
But it won't be me
That sets you free
No it won't be me who closes the door on before.
Before.
But it won't be me
That sets you free
No it won't be me who closes the door on before.
Before.
Before.
She said don't look at the new moon through the glass,
Our eyes on the future that will pass
But it won't be me
That sets you free
No it won't be me who closes the door on before.
Before
Before
Before
dimarts, 21 d’octubre del 2014
"SHE BRINGS THE SUNLIGHT"
RICHARD HAWLEY
Well I'll ask the life
Lighter beside me
There's no question why
She's the first, the last and always
With grace she walks
Through my open door
Her perfume reaches
In before her
She brings the sunlight
She makes the world right
And as my love
Slowly undresses
She brings a new need
The need to caress her
Oh and her eyes
They hypnotise me
The feel of her skin
Now there beside me
She brings the sunlight
She makes the world right
And as my heart
Now calm beside hers
The sweat runs dry
Mine and hers always
We'll have a child
To show lifes true meaning
The child runs light
And so forever sees us
She brings the sunlight
she makes the world right
Lighter beside me
There's no question why
She's the first, the last and always
With grace she walks
Through my open door
Her perfume reaches
In before her
She brings the sunlight
She makes the world right
And as my love
Slowly undresses
She brings a new need
The need to caress her
Oh and her eyes
They hypnotise me
The feel of her skin
Now there beside me
She brings the sunlight
She makes the world right
And as my heart
Now calm beside hers
The sweat runs dry
Mine and hers always
We'll have a child
To show lifes true meaning
The child runs light
And so forever sees us
She brings the sunlight
she makes the world right
"SAY VALLEY MAKER"
SMOG (BILL CALLAHAN)
With the grace of a corpse
In a riptide
I let go
And I slide slide slide
Downriver
With an empty case by my side
An empty case
That’s my crime
And I sing (Say Valley Maker)
To keep from cursing
Yes I sing (Say Valley Maker)
To keep from cursing
River Oh
River End
River Oh
River End
River Go
River Bend
Take me through the sweet valley
Where your heart blooms
Take me through the sweet valley
Where your heart is covered in dew
And when the river dries
Will you bury me in wood
Where the river dries
Will you bury me in stone
Oh I never really realized
Death is what it meant
To make it on my own
Because there is no love
Where there is no obstacle
And there is no love
Where there is no bramble
There is no love
On the hacked away plateau
And there is no love
In the unerring
And there is no love
On the one true path
Oh I cantered out here
Now I’m galloping back
So bury me in wood
And I will splinter
Bury me in stone
And I will quake
Bury me in water
And I will geyser
Bury me in fire
And I’m gonna phoenix
I’m gonna phoenix
In a riptide
I let go
And I slide slide slide
Downriver
With an empty case by my side
An empty case
That’s my crime
And I sing (Say Valley Maker)
To keep from cursing
Yes I sing (Say Valley Maker)
To keep from cursing
River Oh
River End
River Oh
River End
River Go
River Bend
Take me through the sweet valley
Where your heart blooms
Take me through the sweet valley
Where your heart is covered in dew
And when the river dries
Will you bury me in wood
Where the river dries
Will you bury me in stone
Oh I never really realized
Death is what it meant
To make it on my own
Because there is no love
Where there is no obstacle
And there is no love
Where there is no bramble
There is no love
On the hacked away plateau
And there is no love
In the unerring
And there is no love
On the one true path
Oh I cantered out here
Now I’m galloping back
So bury me in wood
And I will splinter
Bury me in stone
And I will quake
Bury me in water
And I will geyser
Bury me in fire
And I’m gonna phoenix
I’m gonna phoenix
diumenge, 19 d’octubre del 2014
"KNOCKING ON HEAVEN'S DOOR"
BOB DYLAN
Bob Dylan va crear la banda sonora per al western crepuscular "Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid" (1973), dirigit per Sam Peckinpah. Aquesta escena, en què sona la mítica "Knocking on heaven's door", és una de es més emotives de la història del cinema, i no hi calen paraules.
A la foto, Slim Pickens, un dels grans actors secundaris de Hollywood.
A la foto, Slim Pickens, un dels grans actors secundaris de Hollywood.
Mama, take this badge off of me
I can't use it anymore.
It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore.
That long black cloud is comin' down
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
I can't use it anymore.
It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore.
That long black cloud is comin' down
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
dissabte, 18 d’octubre del 2014
"CHICA DE AYER"
NACHA POP
Un día cualquiera no sabes qué hora es,
te acuestas a mi lado sin saber por qué.
Las calles mojadas te han visto crecer
y con tu corazón estás llorando otra vez.
Me asomo a la ventana, eres la chica de ayer
jugando con las flores en mi jardín.
Demasiado tarde para comprender,
chica, vete a tu casa, no podemos jugar.
La luz de la mañana entra en la habitación,
tus cabellos dorados parecen el sol.
Luego por la noche al Penta a escuchar
canciones que consiguen que te pueda amar.
Me asomo a la ventana, eres la chica de ayer.
Demasiado tarde para comprender.
Mi cabeza da vueltas persiguiéndote.
Mi cabeza da vueltas...
te acuestas a mi lado sin saber por qué.
Las calles mojadas te han visto crecer
y con tu corazón estás llorando otra vez.
Me asomo a la ventana, eres la chica de ayer
jugando con las flores en mi jardín.
Demasiado tarde para comprender,
chica, vete a tu casa, no podemos jugar.
La luz de la mañana entra en la habitación,
tus cabellos dorados parecen el sol.
Luego por la noche al Penta a escuchar
canciones que consiguen que te pueda amar.
Me asomo a la ventana, eres la chica de ayer.
Demasiado tarde para comprender.
Mi cabeza da vueltas persiguiéndote.
Mi cabeza da vueltas...
"GOLDEN BROWN"
THE STRANGLERS
Golden brown texture like sun
Lays me down with my might she runs
Throughout the night
No need to fight
Never a frown with golden brown
Every time just like the last
On her ship tied to the mast
To distant lands
Takes both my hands
Never a frown with golden brown
Golden brown finer temptress
Through the ages she's heading west
From far away
Stays for a day
Never a frown with golden brown
Never a frown
With golden brown
Never a frown
With golden brown
Lays me down with my might she runs
Throughout the night
No need to fight
Never a frown with golden brown
Every time just like the last
On her ship tied to the mast
To distant lands
Takes both my hands
Never a frown with golden brown
Golden brown finer temptress
Through the ages she's heading west
From far away
Stays for a day
Never a frown with golden brown
Never a frown
With golden brown
Never a frown
With golden brown
"REJOICE IN THE SUN"
JOAN BAEZ
La cançó de Joan Baez sonava a la banda sonora de la magnífica pel·lícula de ciència-ficció i de reinvindicació ecològica "Naus silencioses" (Silent Running, 1972)
Fields of children running wild
In the sun
Like a forest is your child, growing wild
In the sun
Doomed in his innocence
In the sun
Gather your children to your side
In the sun
Tell them all they love will die
Tell them why
In the Sun
Tell them it's not too late
Cultivate, one by one
Tell them to harvest and rejoice
In the sun
dijous, 9 d’octubre del 2014
"LA NOIA DE L'ESTACIÓ"
LA IAIA
Ella em va saludar
enmig de l'estació.
Jo no no en sabia res
però no vaig pujar al vagó.
I el seu llit,
i els seus exmarits,
i la forma com deia que jo no era important,
i les tasses de cafè...
No em va prometre res.
I no no vol saber qui sóc
diu que el millor és està lluny de l'amor.
I després de dir-me això
em fa un petó.
I la i la posta de sol
avui és dels amants.
I agafaré el pròxim tren
i no vindràs
a dir-me perquè te'n vas.
enmig de l'estació.
Jo no no en sabia res
però no vaig pujar al vagó.
I el seu llit,
i els seus exmarits,
i la forma com deia que jo no era important,
i les tasses de cafè...
No em va prometre res.
I no no vol saber qui sóc
diu que el millor és està lluny de l'amor.
I després de dir-me això
em fa un petó.
I la i la posta de sol
avui és dels amants.
I agafaré el pròxim tren
i no vindràs
a dir-me perquè te'n vas.
dimecres, 8 d’octubre del 2014
"A SONG FOR JEFFREY"
JETHRO TULL
Gonna lose my way tomorrow,
Gonna give away my car.
I'd take you along with me,
But you would not go so far.
Don't see what I do not want to see,
You don't hear what I don't say.
Won't be what I don't want to be,
I continue in my way.
Don't see, see, see where I'm goin',
Don't see, see, see where I'm goin',
Don't see, see, see where I'm goin' to,
I don't want to.
Everyday I see the mornin' come on in the same old way.
I tell myself tomorrow brings me things I would not dream today.
Gonna give away my car.
I'd take you along with me,
But you would not go so far.
Don't see what I do not want to see,
You don't hear what I don't say.
Won't be what I don't want to be,
I continue in my way.
Don't see, see, see where I'm goin',
Don't see, see, see where I'm goin',
Don't see, see, see where I'm goin' to,
I don't want to.
Everyday I see the mornin' come on in the same old way.
I tell myself tomorrow brings me things I would not dream today.
dimarts, 7 d’octubre del 2014
"SKATING AWAY ON THE THIN
ICE OF THE NEW DAY"
JETHRO TULL
Meanwhile back in the year One,
When you belonged to no-one,
You didn't stand a chance son,
If your pants were undone.
'Cause you were bred for humanity
And sold to society
One day you'll wake up
In the Present Day
A million generations removed from expectations of
When you belonged to no-one,
You didn't stand a chance son,
If your pants were undone.
'Cause you were bred for humanity
And sold to society
One day you'll wake up
In the Present Day
A million generations removed from expectations of
being who you really want to be.
Skating away, skating away,
Skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.
So as you push off from the shore,
Won't you turn your head once more
And make your peace with everyone?
For those who choose to stay,
Will live just one more day
To do the things they should have done.
And as you cross the wilderness,
Spinning in your emptiness:
You feel you have to pray.
Looking for a sign that the Universal Mind has written
Skating away, skating away,
Skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.
So as you push off from the shore,
Won't you turn your head once more
And make your peace with everyone?
For those who choose to stay,
Will live just one more day
To do the things they should have done.
And as you cross the wilderness,
Spinning in your emptiness:
You feel you have to pray.
Looking for a sign that the Universal Mind has written
you into the Passion Play.
Skating away, skating away,
Skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.
Skating away, skating away,
Skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.
divendres, 3 d’octubre del 2014
"PASSEIG D'ANIVERSARI"
JOAN VINYOLI
Encara hi ha vials per passejar,
però la mort n'ocupa tots els bancs.
Riuen i juguen a saltar i parar
nens atordits al caire dels barrancs.
He fet l'intent d'estar-me dret al pont
que els barracots separa dels jardins.
Ja del delit de fer de tastavins
sols queda el pler de l'aigua d'una font.
Ara camino pel vell casc urbà
mentre viatgen cap als seus destins
els vells amics, les dones i els bocins
del que era jo, de noi, perdut a l'alzinar.
però la mort n'ocupa tots els bancs.
Riuen i juguen a saltar i parar
nens atordits al caire dels barrancs.
He fet l'intent d'estar-me dret al pont
que els barracots separa dels jardins.
Ja del delit de fer de tastavins
sols queda el pler de l'aigua d'una font.
Ara camino pel vell casc urbà
mentre viatgen cap als seus destins
els vells amics, les dones i els bocins
del que era jo, de noi, perdut a l'alzinar.
dijous, 2 d’octubre del 2014
"IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD"
TOM WAITS
Well the eggs chase the bacon
round the fryin' pan
and the whinin' dog pidgeons
by the steeple bell rope
and the dogs tipped the garbage pails
over last night
and there's always construction work
bothering you
In the neighborhood
In the neighborhood
In the neighborhood
Friday's a funeral
and Saturday's a bride
Sey's got a pistol on the register side
and the goddamn delivery trucks
they make too much noise
and we don't get our butter
delivered no more
In the neighborhood
In the neighborhood
In the neighborhood
Well Big Mambo's kicking
his old grey hound
and the kids can't get ice cream
'cause the market burned down
and the newspaper sleeping bags
blow down the lane
and that goddamn flatbed's
got me pinned in again
In the neighborhood
In the neighborhood
In the neighborhood
There's a couple Filipino girls
gigglin' by the church
and the windoe is busted
and the landlord ain't home
and Butch joined the army
yea that's where he's been
and the jackhammer's diggin'
up the sidewalks again
In the neighborhood
In the neighborhood
In the neighborhood.
round the fryin' pan
and the whinin' dog pidgeons
by the steeple bell rope
and the dogs tipped the garbage pails
over last night
and there's always construction work
bothering you
In the neighborhood
In the neighborhood
In the neighborhood
Friday's a funeral
and Saturday's a bride
Sey's got a pistol on the register side
and the goddamn delivery trucks
they make too much noise
and we don't get our butter
delivered no more
In the neighborhood
In the neighborhood
In the neighborhood
Well Big Mambo's kicking
his old grey hound
and the kids can't get ice cream
'cause the market burned down
and the newspaper sleeping bags
blow down the lane
and that goddamn flatbed's
got me pinned in again
In the neighborhood
In the neighborhood
In the neighborhood
There's a couple Filipino girls
gigglin' by the church
and the windoe is busted
and the landlord ain't home
and Butch joined the army
yea that's where he's been
and the jackhammer's diggin'
up the sidewalks again
In the neighborhood
In the neighborhood
In the neighborhood.
dilluns, 29 de setembre del 2014
"PROGRESSO ADEQUADAMENT"
QUIMI PORTET
Com un lliri de platja vinc net i polit,
la perruca planxada i el dentat lluent;
ja el voldrien tenir molts, un cos com el meu.
Duc a la cartera un bitllet de cent,
dues fotos grogues i un paper que diu:
..."aquest noi progressa adequadament".
Observeu els gossos, si en són de senyors
que es graten l´orella amb les potes posteriors.
Bípedes inútils, milions de micos cabuts;
caminem erectes però ens enterren ajaguts.
Els anys passen llestos i a les postres som on som;
jo fins m´he cansat de progressar;
...i creix la sospita de que devia existir
un camí més curt per venir aquí.
Com un lliri de platja vinc net i polit,
la perruca planxada i el dentat lluent;
ja el voldrien tenir molts, un cos com el meu.
Només una cosa diu mon testament...
feu-me fer una làpida que digui així:
..."aquest noi progressa adequadament".
la perruca planxada i el dentat lluent;
ja el voldrien tenir molts, un cos com el meu.
Duc a la cartera un bitllet de cent,
dues fotos grogues i un paper que diu:
..."aquest noi progressa adequadament".
Observeu els gossos, si en són de senyors
que es graten l´orella amb les potes posteriors.
Bípedes inútils, milions de micos cabuts;
caminem erectes però ens enterren ajaguts.
Els anys passen llestos i a les postres som on som;
jo fins m´he cansat de progressar;
...i creix la sospita de que devia existir
un camí més curt per venir aquí.
Com un lliri de platja vinc net i polit,
la perruca planxada i el dentat lluent;
ja el voldrien tenir molts, un cos com el meu.
Només una cosa diu mon testament...
feu-me fer una làpida que digui així:
..."aquest noi progressa adequadament".
"PAISATGE AMB ANXOVA"
QUIMI PORTET
Paisatge amb anxova, ma nina bonica,
em moro de pena i no sé per què;
tinc pena dels braços que són com cametes;
voldria estimar-te però no hi ha conyac.
La nit s´abraona a sobre la tarda
i a cada cameta hi ha un peu al final
i a cada sabata un cordonet blau.
Rodanxa de lluç, manat d´avellanes;
el dia de Corpus jo et vull festejar
i dur-te a la fira vestit de notari
i en el teu parrús vull quedar-mi acampat.
Em ploren els ulls...
..i què vols que em plori!
Paraules gastades, tropells de poetes,
com lluna i estrelles i l´aigua de mar;
maragdes i perles, carxofes i naps.
Paisatge amb anxova, nineta bonica,
la vida no és curta, que ens ha enganyat;
tots aquells "adonis" són vells que s´arruguen,
a mi no em fan pena, jo sí que me'n faig.
em moro de pena i no sé per què;
tinc pena dels braços que són com cametes;
voldria estimar-te però no hi ha conyac.
La nit s´abraona a sobre la tarda
i a cada cameta hi ha un peu al final
i a cada sabata un cordonet blau.
Rodanxa de lluç, manat d´avellanes;
el dia de Corpus jo et vull festejar
i dur-te a la fira vestit de notari
i en el teu parrús vull quedar-mi acampat.
Em ploren els ulls...
..i què vols que em plori!
Paraules gastades, tropells de poetes,
com lluna i estrelles i l´aigua de mar;
maragdes i perles, carxofes i naps.
Paisatge amb anxova, nineta bonica,
la vida no és curta, que ens ha enganyat;
tots aquells "adonis" són vells que s´arruguen,
a mi no em fan pena, jo sí que me'n faig.
dimecres, 24 de setembre del 2014
"BREATHE DEEP"
LAMBCHOP
The clerk smiled as she saw
The same nut pick up
A personal size grocery basket
And head down aisle two
She smiled because periodically
This guy would return
With his basket full of glade
Lock and hold room freshener and deodorizer
It's a deodorizer that works
On the same principle as a bug bomb
Simply push down on a button
And it fills the room with a scented fog
The man would buy only about
Five or six cans at a time
He'd been coming in for about five weeks now
Sometimes he would come in twice a week
He seemed like a normal guy
He was kind of balding in his mid thirties
Wearing a black leather jacket
And he was always so damn dusty
Something soft about his features
it looked like it was makeup but it was really just dust
He paid with a twenty and said thank you and left
The man returned home
He took the glade from the worthless little plastic sack
He placed one on the rug, one on the end table
One on the window sill, one under the TV
One by the air conditioner
This might seem unusual
Except for the fact that his entire apartment
Was just filled with them
Every room on every surface
He figured he had about sixty of them in all
Each one's nozzle's poised at the ready
He sighed and opened a beer
He started to push down the lock
And hold buttons on the canisters
Slowly filling the room
Working his way from the dining room into the den
Each room filling with a multi-scented fog
Desert bloom, evergreen
Misty rose, fresh lemon
Regular and unscented
Potpourri, wild oak, petunia
Ocean mist, musk, hazel wood
Irish nights, sandal wood, rain forest
Country kitchen, natural prevention
Orange blossom, Indian summer
And holiday candle
Calmly he sat on the couch
Spilt his beer and closed his eyes
Calmly he sat on the couch
Spilt his beer and closed his eyes
The same nut pick up
A personal size grocery basket
And head down aisle two
She smiled because periodically
This guy would return
With his basket full of glade
Lock and hold room freshener and deodorizer
It's a deodorizer that works
On the same principle as a bug bomb
Simply push down on a button
And it fills the room with a scented fog
The man would buy only about
Five or six cans at a time
He'd been coming in for about five weeks now
Sometimes he would come in twice a week
He seemed like a normal guy
He was kind of balding in his mid thirties
Wearing a black leather jacket
And he was always so damn dusty
Something soft about his features
it looked like it was makeup but it was really just dust
He paid with a twenty and said thank you and left
The man returned home
He took the glade from the worthless little plastic sack
He placed one on the rug, one on the end table
One on the window sill, one under the TV
One by the air conditioner
This might seem unusual
Except for the fact that his entire apartment
Was just filled with them
Every room on every surface
He figured he had about sixty of them in all
Each one's nozzle's poised at the ready
He sighed and opened a beer
He started to push down the lock
And hold buttons on the canisters
Slowly filling the room
Working his way from the dining room into the den
Each room filling with a multi-scented fog
Desert bloom, evergreen
Misty rose, fresh lemon
Regular and unscented
Potpourri, wild oak, petunia
Ocean mist, musk, hazel wood
Irish nights, sandal wood, rain forest
Country kitchen, natural prevention
Orange blossom, Indian summer
And holiday candle
Calmly he sat on the couch
Spilt his beer and closed his eyes
Calmly he sat on the couch
Spilt his beer and closed his eyes
"BEGIN"
LAMBCHOP
She was neat
was worried about the holocaust
rather uncomfortable
but not unusual
It was great
She said it was easy reading
Those busy pictures
They made him nervous
he had some coffee
he looked at the book
he stared at her legs
she stared at his look
What a trip
As the shop filled up with strangers
some had big black boots
some were lost teenagers
Gotta go
As he placed the book back on the table
She said she really likes your house
you really like her hair
he remembers her face
the rest was a blur
she asked for some gum
he gave it to her
Begin
was worried about the holocaust
rather uncomfortable
but not unusual
It was great
She said it was easy reading
Those busy pictures
They made him nervous
he had some coffee
he looked at the book
he stared at her legs
she stared at his look
What a trip
As the shop filled up with strangers
some had big black boots
some were lost teenagers
Gotta go
As he placed the book back on the table
She said she really likes your house
you really like her hair
he remembers her face
the rest was a blur
she asked for some gum
he gave it to her
Begin
dissabte, 20 de setembre del 2014
"WE ARE UNHAPPY"
BONNIE "PRINCE" BILLY
Nothing is better,
nothing is best.
We are unhappy,
we are unblessed.
We are unfound
we are unseen.
Nothing is coming
and nothing is clean.
Earth it is shaking,
and people have fled,
and Lord,
she is taking
the eyes from the dead.
Demonized body,
exorcised mind.
He says, of kindness;
'exchanged in kind'.
Nothing is better,
nothing is best.
We are unhappy,
we are unblessed.
Mind, it is going
and faith is destroyed.
It's emptiness showing;
God's cruelty deployed.
Lovers have left
friends close their eyes
Children bereft,
we all are unwise.
Nothing is better,
nothing is best.
We are
Unhappy,
we are unblessed.
We are unhappy.
dissabte, 13 de setembre del 2014
divendres, 12 de setembre del 2014
"THE NIGHT THEY DROVE
OLD DIXIE DOWN"
THE BAND
Virgil Kane is the name
And I served on the Danville train
'Till Stoneman's cavalry came
And tore up the tracks again
In the winter of '65
We were hungry, just barely alive
By May the 10th, Richmond had fell
It's a time I remember, oh so well
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la"
Back with my wife in Tennessee
When one day she called to me
"Virgil, quick, come see,
There goes Robert E. Lee!"
Now, I don't mind chopping wood
And I don't care if the money's no good
You take what you need
And you leave the rest
But they should never
Have taken the very best
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la"
Like my father before me
I will work the land
And like my brother above me
Who took a rebel stand
He was just 18, proud and brave
But a Yankee laid him in his grave
I swear by the mud below my feet
You can't raise a Kane back up
When he's in defeat
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la"
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la"
And I served on the Danville train
'Till Stoneman's cavalry came
And tore up the tracks again
In the winter of '65
We were hungry, just barely alive
By May the 10th, Richmond had fell
It's a time I remember, oh so well
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la"
Back with my wife in Tennessee
When one day she called to me
"Virgil, quick, come see,
There goes Robert E. Lee!"
Now, I don't mind chopping wood
And I don't care if the money's no good
You take what you need
And you leave the rest
But they should never
Have taken the very best
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la"
Like my father before me
I will work the land
And like my brother above me
Who took a rebel stand
He was just 18, proud and brave
But a Yankee laid him in his grave
I swear by the mud below my feet
You can't raise a Kane back up
When he's in defeat
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la"
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la"
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