"BEEN SO LONG"

VETIVER

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ecvqeHF0_n8

 I can't believe that you're knocking
Knocking on my door
Oh it's been so long, been so long, oh
Fate has a way of showing i'm where you belong
Oh it's been so long, been so long, oh

I can't believe that you're knocking
Knocking on my door
Oh it's been so long, been so long, oh
Fate has a way of showing i'm where you belong
Oh it's been so long, been so long, oh

Sound of my heart's stopping
A surprising stop
It's been so long, been so long
Time has a way of knowing
what we have is strong
Oh, it's been so long, been so long

"DOWN AT EL RIO"

VETIVER

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IJG-wVPcrZk

La banda folk de San Francisco amb què ocasionalment 

col·labora en Devendra Banhart ens regala aquest caramel.

"MOST DAYS"

MOJAVE 3

(i intentaré no penjar-ne més)

 Halstead, Goswell, and McCutcheon.

Una cançó molt bella. Una perla que brilla per a tu només quan et submergeixes del tot.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XYnZblkbee0

She was a hummingbird song
She fluttered her wings but she would not come in
And I threw my weight at the door
But she held her ground and she would not come in

And some days I'm better than most
Most days I'm tied to the posts
Was so bad at being bad
Baddest bad boy, that's a fact

She said she was born a traveller
I said I knew as she ran out the door
Our love is like old money
Somewhere out there, somewhere out in the past

She was a hummingbird song
She floated nice but she would not come in
No I would think of her daily
I praise the Lord that I knew her waiting

And most days I'm better than most
Some days I'm tied to the posts
Was so bad at being bad
The baddest bad boy, that's a fact

And some days I'm better than most
Most days I'm tied to the posts
She said she was born a traveller
I said I knew as she ran out the door
I said "I won't let you go"
She said "boy, you know, you're just clutching a straw"

She was a hummingbird song
She fluttered her wings but she would not come in
And I threw my weight at the door
But she held her ground and she would not come in

And most days I'm better than most
Some days I'm tied to the posts
Yeah, most days I'm better than most
Most days I'm tied to the posts

"TOMORROW'S TAKEN"

MOJAVE 3

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J6MA2NFoFWY

There are times when I can't think about the future
When all my days seem dark and life seems cruel
I'll take another shot and think about you
'Cause a bottle of wine is all I have to hold

But I think it's all I've got
You've taken all I got
And I'm sorry to hold your hand
But I miss you and your life

There's a full moon in the sky
It makes me glad
That there's something pure
In something that I had
Something good is all I need to feel alive
A bottle of wine is all I have to hold

But I think it's all I've got
You've taken all i got
And I'm sorry to hold your hand
But I miss you and your life

"KILL THE LIGHTS"

MOJAVE 3

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCWAf7XnbG4

She's the girl with the long scarf flowing,
corduroy coat and lips so loving
Nights got shorter and her dreams got longer,
so strange

Has a bird upon her shoulder
Used to hear it when I got to hold her
I don't know if that bird song died

Kill the lights, 'cause we're getting older
Watch the news and drink more water
She likes a man with his trousers shorter

I'm in trouble with a poet's daughter
Found a hole and it's letting in water
She says love is a young man's game

Close your eyes, we might just make it
Pretty soon you'll be proud to fake it
Drink up, baby, and I'll take you home

Boy at the bus stop shouting
English dreams of English louting
I hope he's happy when the world stops hurting

Paints all the clocks and sleeps for days,
stares at the stars and floats away

Watch the news and drink more water
I'm in trouble with somebody's daughter
She likes a man with his trousers shorter

Paints all the clocks and sleeps for days
Stares at the stars and floats away

"IN LOVE WITH A VIEW"

MOJAVE 3

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fgdvf4Mzkg8

I had a plan
That was built on thinking too long
Canadian winters
At home with your sisters
the romance was hard to ignore
You were beautiful
I was happy to fall
So happy to fall

I remember you searching
I thought you were searching
that's how I picked up the phone
Happy to hear you remembered the view
So glad to assume it was fate
I thought at the time it was clear
I thought at the time it was clear

So I stood at the station
With a plan and a pocket of poems
Heroically tragic
Bearded and blind with obsession
I'm a car without hope
Too close to the ditch to go far
I showed you my field
I said this is my field
But you weren't impressed

You said why are we here
Your motives are clear
In this room with a view
and so much of you
is so far from here
it's so far from here
it's so far from here
it's so far from here

Oh my heart
It just fell apart
And i wished I could show you
The same view
of you by the window and me
feeling fine
And me just feeling fine
Yeah me just feeling fine

"THE SHRINE / AN ARGUMENT"

FLEET FOXES

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9yAxIdkF2Qo

I went down among the dust and pollen
to the old stone fountain in the morning after dawn
underneath were all these pennies
fallen from the hands of children
they were there and then were gone

and i wonder what became of them
what became of them

sunlight over me no matter what i do
apples in the Summer all cold and sweet
everyday a'passin complete

I'm not one to ever pray for mercy
or to wish on pennies in the fountain or the shrine
but that day you know i left my money
and i thought of you only
all that copper glowing fine

and i wonder what became of you
what became of you

Sunlight over me no matter what i do
apples in the summer all cold and sweet
everyday a passing complete
apples in the summer all cold and sweet
everyday a passing complete

-

In the morning waking up to terrible sunlight
All diffuse like skin abuse the sun is half its size
When you talk you hardly even look in my eyes
in the morning, in the morning

In the doorway holding every letter that I wrote
in the driveway pulling away putting on your coat
in the ocean washing off my name from your throat
in the morning, in the morning

in the ocean washing off my name from your throat
in the morning, in the morning

-

Green apples hang from my tree
they belong only to me
Green apples hang from my green apple tree
they belong only to, only to me

and if i just stay awhile here staring at the sea
and the waves break ever closer, ever near to me
i will lay down in the sand and let the ocean lead
carry me to Innisfree like pollen on the breeze.

"BLUE RIDGE MOUNTAINS"

FLEET FOXES

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xIU4A_TiGeo

Lie down with me, my dear.
Lie down
Under stormy night.
Tell nobody.

My brother, where do you intend to go tonight?
I heard that you missed your connecting flight
to the Blue Ridge Mountains, over near Tennessee.

You're ever welcome with me any time you like,
Let's drive to the country side, leave behind some green-eyed look-a-likes,
So no one gets worried, no.
So no one gets worried, no.

But Sean don't get careless,
I'm sure it'll be fine.
I love you. I love you,
Oh brother of mine.

In the quivering forest,
Where the shivering dog rests,
Our good grandfather
Built a wooden nest.
And the river got frozen,
And the home got snowed in.
And a yellow moon glowed bright
Till the morning light.

Terrible am I, child.
Even if you don't mind.

In the quivering forest,
Where the shivering dog rests,
Our good grandfather
Built a wooden nest.
And the river got frozen,
And the home got snowed in,
And a yellow moon glowed bright
Till the morning light.

Terrible am I, child.
Even if you don't mind,
No.