"FIND THE COST OF FREEDOM"

CROSBY, STILLS, NASH & YOUNG

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=alF61J3Zd7U

Find the cost of freedom
Buried in the ground
Mother Earth will swallow you
Lay your body dow.

"LEE SHORE"

CROSBY, STILLS, NASH & YOUNG

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CUp-5iq8ns

Wheel gull spin and glide... You've got no place to hide
'Cause you don't need one

All along the Lee shore
Shells lie scattered in the sand
Winking up like shining eyes, at me
From the sea

Here is one like sunrise
It's older than you know
It's still lying there where some careless wave
Forgot it long ago

When I awoke this morning
I dove beneath my floating home
Down below her graceful side in the turning tide
To watch the sea fish roam

There I heard this story
From the sailors of the Sandra Marie
There's another island a day's run away from here
And it's empty and free

From here to Venezuela
There's nothing more to see
Than a hundred thousand islands
Flung like some jewels upon the sea
For you and me

Sunset smells of dinner
Women are calling at me to end my tales
But perhaps I'll see you, the next quiet place
I furl my sails.

"CINNAMON GIRL"

NEIL YOUNG

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

I wanna live
with a cinnamon girl
I could be happy
the rest of my life
With a cinnamon girl.

A dreamer of pictures
I run in the night
You see us together,
chasing the moonlight,
My cinnamon girl.

Ten silver saxes,
a bass with a bow
The drummer relaxes
and waits between shows
For his cinnamon girl.

A dreamer of pictures
I run in the night
You see us together,
chasing the moonlight,
My cinnamon girl.

Pa sent me money now
I'm gonna make it somehow
I need another chance
You see your baby loves to dance
Yeah...yeah...yeah.

"EIGHT MILES HIGH"

THE BYRDS"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J74ttSR8lEg

Potser la primera cançó psicodèlica? Any 1966.

Eight miles high and when you touch down
You'll find that it's stranger than known
Signs in the street that say where you're going
Are somewhere just being their own

Nowhere is there warmth to be found
Among those afraid of losing their ground
Rain gray town known for its sound
In places small faces unbound

Round the squares huddled in storms
Some laughing some just shapeless forms
Sidewalk scenes and black limousines
Some living, some standing alone.

"IT WON'T BE WRONG"

THE BYRDS

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EcVhZ1JGYCg 

Every time I see you smile, come to me, don't be long
Let me tell you how my heart goes wild.
Please let me love you and it won't be wrong

Every time you're in my arms, come to me, don't be long
You know that I'll never do you no harm
Please let me love you and it won't be wrong

Let me love you and then you'll see, come to me, come to me
Let me show you once and we'll be free
Please let me love you and it won't be wrong

Every time I see you smile, come to me, don't be long
Let me tell you how my heart goes wild.
Please let me love you and it won't be wrong.

"TURN, TURN, TURN!

(TO EVERYTHING THERE IS A SEASON)"
THE BYRDS

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W4ga_M5Zdn4

L'autor de la lletra, en Pete Seeger, es basà en un text de l'Eclesiastès.

To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to be born, a time to die.
A time to plant, a time to reap.
A time to kill, a time to heal.
A time to laugh, a time to weep.

To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to build up, a time to break down.
A time to dance, a time to mourn.
A time to cast away stones.
A time to gather stones together.

To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time of love, a time of hate.
A time of war, a time of peace.
A time you may embrace.
A time to refrain from embracing.

To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to gain, a time to lose.
A time to rend, a time to sew.
A time for love, a time for hate.
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late.

"ALL OF ME WANTS ALL OF YOU"

SUFJAN STEVENS

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Se6-q57xJCg

Shall we beat this or celebrate it?
You’re not the one to talk things through
You checked your texts while I masturbated
Manelich, I feel so used

Found myself on Spencer’s Butte
Traced your shadow with my shoe
Empty outline changed my view
Now all of me thinks less of you

On the sheet I see your horizon
All of me pressed onto you
But in this light you look like Poseidon
I’m just a ghost you walk right through

Saw myself on Spencer’s Butte (All of me wants all of you)
Landscape changed my point of view (All of me wants all of you)
Revelation may come true (All of me wants all of you)
Now all of me thinks less of you (All of me wants all of you)

"DRAWN TO THE BLOOD"

SUFJAN STEVENS 

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

I'm drawn to the blood
The flight of a one-winged dove
How? How did this happen?
How? How did this happen?

The strength of his arm
My lover caught me off guard
How? Head of a rabbit
How? Head of a rabbit

For my prayer has always been love
What did I do to deserve this?

With blood on my sleeve
Delilah, avenge my grief
How? God of Elijah
How? God of Elijah

As fire to the sun
Tell me what I have done
How? Heart of a dragon
How? Heart of a dragon

For my prayer has always been love
What did I do to deserve this now?
How did this happen?

"SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER"

SUFJAN STEVENS

https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=lJJT00wqlOo

I should have known better
To see what I could see
My black shroud
Holding down my feelings
A pillar for my enemies

I should have wrote a letter
And grieve what I happen to grieve
My black shroud
I never trust my feelings
I waited for the remedy

When I was three, three maybe four
She left us at that video store
Be my rest, be my fantasy

I’m light as a feather
I’m bright as the Oregon breeze
My black shroud
Frightened by my feelings
I only wanna be a relief

No, I’m not a go-getter
The demon had a spell on me
My black shroud
Captain of my feelings
The only thing I wanna believe

When I was three, and free to explore
I saw her face on the back of the door
Be my rest, be my fantasy

I should have known better
Nothing can be changed
The past is still the past
The bridge to nowhere
I should have wrote a letter
Explaining what I feel
That empty feeling

Don’t back down, concentrate on seeing
The breakers in the bar, the neighbor’s greeting
My brother had a daughter
The beauty that she brings, illumination

Don’t back down, there is nothing left
The breakers in the bar, no reason to live
I’m a fool in the fetter
Rose of Aaron’s beard, where you can reach me

Don’t back down: nothing can be changed
Cantilever bridge, the drunken sailor
My brother had a daughter
The beauty that she brings, illumination.

"Mr. SHOEMAKER'S DAUGHTER"

THE KINKS

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ns3Bod0q3NA

Hey, mr. shoemaker's daughter,
Hey, mr. shoemaker's daughter,
Don't throw my love away.
I'm coming home today.

Hey, mr. green grocer's daughter,
Hey, mr. green grocer's daughter,
Don't turn your head away.
Don't take the sun away.

Every time i see you i wanna say "hey".
But every time you see me you walking away from me.
I've been gone for such a long, long time,
But i'm coming home, gonna make you mine.

Hey, mr. cake baker's daughter,
Hey, mr. bread baker's daughter,
I'm coming home today.
Don't hide the world away.

Every time i see you i wanna say "hey".
But every time you see me you walking away from me.
I've been gone for such a long, long time,
But i'm coming home, gonna make you mine.

How is that fresh morning feeling?
How is the dawn and the evening?
I will be free today.
Hey, mr. shoemaker's daughter,
Hey, mr. shoemaker's daughter,
I'll see you soon today.

Hey, mr. dress maker's daughter,
Hey, mr. green seller's daughter,
Don't throw my love away.

"COHÈLET"

CARLES DUARTE

Sí, recorda't del teu creador
abans que no es desfaci el fil de plata
i el llantió d'or no s'esberli,
abans que no s'esmicoli la gerra a la font
i la corriola del pou no es trenqui,
abans que la pols no torni a la terra,
al lloc on era,
i l'alè de vida no retorni a Déu
(Eclesiastès, 2.6-7)

Tanca els llavis del dia
i estimba la mirada
contra el cel sense límits,
poblat d'astres distants
que la nit desamaga.

T'hi reconeixes ínfim,
un bri exigu de vida
que segueix el seu curs,
gairebé imperceptible,
en l'immens escenari
que un Déu ha construït
perquè hi transcorri el temps.

Digues el nom del vent
que l'univers escampa,
cerca arreu del silenci
l'alè del Déu que et pensa.

Invoca el Déu ocult
que et dibuixa les hores,
un Déu íntim i exacte
que no has sabut comprendre.

Parla-li del teu somni,
d'aquells qui t'engendraren,
de la dona que et cal,
del teus fills que s'espiguen,
del tast de les paraules,
de l'escorça dels cossos,
del tacte blau del Sol,
del lent esclat del mar.

I no demanis res
i assaboreix l'albada,
com desa les estrelles
rere un llençol de llum.

(Del llibre Cohèlet. Barcelona: Columna, 1996)