dimecres, 28 de desembre del 2016

"O COME, O COME EMMANUEL"
SUFJAN STEVENS 



 O come, O come, Emmanuel
And ransom captive Israel
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear
Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!
Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!

O come, Thou Day-Spring, come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night
And death's dark shadows put to flight.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!
Emmanuel
And ransom captive Israel
Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!
Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!

O come, O come, Thou Lord of might,
Who to Thy tribes, on Sinai's height,
In ancient times did'st give the Law,
In cloud, and majesty and awe.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!
Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!
Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!
Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!
 
"THAT WAS THE WORST 
CHRISTMAS EVER"
SUFJAN STEVENS 



Going outside, shoveling snow in the driveway, driveway
Taking our shoes, riding a sled down the hillside, hillside
Can you say what you want? Can you say what you want to be?
Can you be what you want? Can you be what you want?

Our father yells, throwing the gifts in the wood stove, wood stove
My sister runs away, taking her books to the schoolyard, schoolyard
In time the snow will rise, in time the snow will rise
In time the Lord will rise, in time the Lord will rise

Silent night, holy night
Silent night, nothing feels right

divendres, 23 de desembre del 2016

"ELS NÚVOLS DE NADAL"
JOAN MARAGALL 


 Els núvols de Nadal no sé què tenen
que són manyacs: no posen
gens de malícia al cel;
pel blau puríssim dolçament s’estenen
i de nit deixen veure algun estel.
És una de les coses més alegres
veure entre núvols els estels brillar.
Tenebres de Nadal no sou tenebres;
més hi veig en vosaltres que no en el dia clar.

dimecres, 14 de desembre del 2016

"GIVE UP THE GHOST"
RADIOHEAD 



 Don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
Don't hurt me

Gather up the lost and sold (Don't hurt me)

In your arms (Don't hurt me)
In your arms (Don't hurt me)

Gather up the pitiful (Don't hurt me)

In your arms (Don't hurt me)
In your arms (Don't hurt me)

What seems impossible (Don't hurt me)

In your arms (Don't hurt me)
In your arms (Don't hurt me)

I think I have had my fill (Don't hurt me)

In your arms (Don't hurt me)
In your arms (Don't hurt me)
In your arms (Don't hurt me)
In your arms (Don't hurt me)

I think I should give up the ghost (Don't hurt me)

In your arms (Don't hurt me)
In your arms (Don't hurt me)
In your arms (Don't hurt me)
In your arms (Don't hurt me)

dilluns, 12 de desembre del 2016

"RECKONER"
RADIOHEAD

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NPW-eo0aE_g

 Reckoner
You can't take it with you
Dancing for your pleasure

You are not to blame for
Bittersweet distractors
Dare not speak its name
Dedicated to all human beings

Because we separate
Like ripples on a blank shore
In rainbows
Because we separate
The ripples on a black shore

Reckoner, take me with you

Dedicated to all human beings

dijous, 1 de desembre del 2016

"THE NUMBERS"
RADIOHEAD 

 

 It holds us like a phantom
The touch is like a breeze
It shines its understanding
See the moon smiling

Open on all channels
Ready to receive
And we're not at the mercy
Of your shimmerers or spells
Your shimmerers or spells
Mmmhm

We are of the earth
To her we do return
The future is inside us
It's not somewhere else
It's not somewhere else
It's not somewhere else

(One day at a time)
One day at a time

We call upon the people
People have this power
The numbers don't decide
Your system is a lie
The river running dry
The wings of a butterfly
And you may pour us away like soup
Like we're pretty broken flowers
We'll take back what is ours
Take back what is ours

One day at a time

dimecres, 30 de novembre del 2016

"KARMA POLICE"
RADIOHEAD 



 Karma police, arrest this man
He talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge
He's like a detuned radio

Karma police, arrest this girl
Her Hitler hairdo is
Making me feel ill
And we have crashed her party

This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get when you mess with us

Karma police
I've given all I can
It's not enough
I've given all I can
But we're still on the payroll

This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get when you mess with us

For a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
Phew, for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself

For a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
Phew, for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself

dimecres, 23 de novembre del 2016

"WE WERE ONE"
PLANTS AND ANIMALS



 All my time, my friend, I'll spend with you 
On my way today I'll stay with you
O, the days get long Winter is gone 
An endless song Healing our sorrows with light 
We took a chance on the hole in the fence 
Crossing the tracks, you took me to an island 
In the summer heat, so simple and sweet 
We were one 
By the time we woke up, we had missed it 
That bird was gone, that bell was ringing 
And if we are here then we're gonna get used to it 
Like the waves and the sound of singing 
Waves and the sound of singing

dijous, 17 de novembre del 2016

"ALL YOUR WOMEN THINGS"
SMOG 



 All your women things
All your frilly things
Scattered 'round my room
Right where you left them
When you left them
Scattered 'round my room

All your hardness
All your softness
And your mercy

All your bridges and bras
Your cotton
and gauze
All your buckles and straps
Releases and traps
All your screws
and false nails
Oriental winks
and Egyptian veils

Oh all of these things
I gathered them
And I made a dolly
I made a dolly
A spread-eagle dolly
Out of your frilly things

Why couldn't I have loved you
This tenderly
When you were here
In the flesh
So tenderly

How could I ignore
Your left breast
Your right breast

How could I ignore
Your hardness
Your softness
And your mercy

Well it's been seven years
And the thought of your name
Still makes me
Weak in the knees

How could I ignore
Your left breast
Your right breast.

dijous, 10 de novembre del 2016

"CALL YOURSELF RENEE"
OKKERVIL RIVER 


 Don't look back until you realise you're pointedly not trying to look back
Then reconsider trying for a clearer mind, try for a grace of some kind
Leave your house and walk in the autumn light
Imagine a river, massive and galloping beneath your feet
Or you can call yourself Renee again and you can move back to Rapid City

You live in a hotel, you wait for a phone call, you wait for an email
You look out the window at a tree, weighted down with snow
You worry about your mother, you watch a couple movies, you take an Ativan
You walk down a Rapid City street alone
And at night there's a pink cast underneath the blank grey cloud head
Well it's something pretty to look at in the sky
And I don't know why so-and-so's taking much time to breathe something new into my life
And there's a tip-tap on the window that could be Fate's pale face looking in
Energy could be in the trembling hands of a tree, or it could be lighter
Could be nothing at all

Out in the night
The world was right against our skin
And it was right again
Out in the night
The world was right against our skin
And it was right, baby

Mysteriously absent for the afternoon and suddenly missing for a full month
His mother called up, called around the corner, called out shivering from a dream
Called his father five states to the south, said he was gone
When he could have easily been seen in a Vero Beach Dillard's
Weaving in and out of the racks of beautiful blue men's shirts
Or in South Florida, breezing through the drive-through, easy like a song on the stereo
Letting it all slide like an easy-going god
Or he could have not existed, just a vision of his mother
When she wished it so hard into something she could almost see
Or he could have been a feeling in the air, or the guy who cuts your hair
He could have been anyone, he could even have been me

And me, I don't care if I come back as a single wave
Or an oriole on a spell branch on a tree
Cause I'm not scared to die as long as I know
that the universe has something really to do with me

Out in the night
The air was right against our skin
And it was right
Out in the night
The air was right against our skin
And it was right, baby

I wanna make it nice again
I wanna make it alright
I wanna make it nice again
I wanna make it alright

Out in the night
The world was right against our skin
And it was alright, child
Out in the night
The world was right against our skin
And it was alright, baby

I wanna make it nice again
I wanna make it alright.
"IN A BAR"
TANGO WITH LIONS 



 I wanna meet a friend
In a bar tonight
The evening is long
So long I hardly move
A can in my hand
A picture in my mind
A voice I need to hear,
A laugh I need to show
We're lonely, babe
In a boat, again

I need to see a friend tonight
Or see the people in a bar
I wish they could not see me at all
How I wish I could describe their pain
Or my pain

The mystic light, the choir of smoke
The smell of wood, the pose, the joke
The dirty little world inside
That needs to come out
Needs to come out
I wanna meet a friend
In a bar tonight
The evening is long
If only I had that strength
To see those people,
All so lonely as me

All so lonely,
All so lonely as me.

dimecres, 9 de novembre del 2016


ROMY SCHNEIDER & MICHEL PICCOLI
"LA CHANSON D'HÉLÈNE" 


dissabte, 1 d’octubre del 2016

"PÒRTIC"
EDUARD BATLLE 


D’entre tantes portes que es presenten
només una n’obriràs
i, com bé saps,
ets obligat a triar
tant si ets savi
com si ets llec.

I tot just l’hagis oberta,
siguis més anllà del llindar,
-has de saber-ho-
te’n penediràs i voldràs tornar enrere.

Recorda llavors no fer-t’hi sang:
és condició humana viure el futur
pendent de la memòria.


"EN EL FEU DE L'ERMITATGE"
MIQUEL BAUÇÀ


Què m’apressa, o què m’acuita...?
Cau la pluja i m’abelleix
de guaitar-la des del porxo...
assegut al balancí.
L’egua eguina complaguda,
car somnia sempre en mi,
dins l’estable, amb palla seca.
Quan amaini, sortirem
al galop per l’altra arbreda
i un bell arc de Sant Martí
ens farà com de garlanda
més enllà del comellar.
De tornada, dins la clastra
ballarem el ball dels astres...

divendres, 30 de setembre del 2016

"SHE WOULD LOOK FOR ME"
OKKERVIL RIVER 



 All the girls around me said you were gonna be there
Seattle moonlight motel, a rattlesnake the evening
I smelled it in the wind, I can taste it in a cocktail

She'll call me, I know she will look for me

All the air that drowned me, it said a little secret
A sunken giant sleeps off the coast of California
Go down the blue ravine where the way is steep and broken

She'll call me, I know she will look for me
And they say that it doesn't look good
They say that it doesn't look good for me

Like if I were a knight I'd hallucinate a movie
My CineColor baby, the lace sticks to your body
Battlefields of death fought for palaces of money
The song had my heart racing, the wine got my head heavy
My sword became so bloody, I don't know what I've done

Would you see me my love, would you wait for me?
Would you stand by the high prison gate for me?
Well they tell me it doesn't look great
And they say that it doesn't look great for me

Like a breath of fall on your weekend, I'm high
I said "you know it's great to be worth it or to fall behind
Washed away
Washed away
Washed away"

Oh, the breath escapes me, I'm shaking like a lost thing
Invaded by your face, overtaken by a feeling
I saw the sky, it's spinning, I heard the branches snapping

She'll call me, I know she would look for me
And they say that it doesn't look good
Well they say that it doesn't look good for me.

dijous, 29 de setembre del 2016

"OKKERVIL RIVER R.I.P."
OKKERVIL RIVER 



 Hey, my little baby
Pointing at the sky's amazing
In the lake now
All of this sensation
And no space on earth to place it
Where it's safe now
You've got a big day coming
A big day coming now

Gather, crowd, around me
In the gutter where you found me
Help me stand now
My body, it is aching
And my poor old heart is breaking
And I'm so freaked out
We've got a big chance coming
A big chance coming now

All the little Sadies
And the literary ladies
Wish me well now
A slab upon a plane that
Through the air is silver swaying
Into sun now
I hightail my cool haircut
Through the turnstiles of the airport
On the run now
Flip a couple hundred pages
I was turning thirty-eight
I was a horrible sight
You've got a bad day coming
A sad day coming 'round
I'll wear a white suit and black sunglasses
To the last mass now
Okay

Then give me one last kiss
In your pink silk dress, I guess
Said, "I have lost all will to"
With my face pressed against your breast
And I have pilfered the king's pills
From the palace medicine chest
I cried a quart of crocodile tears
Onto Allison Anne's pink champagne glass
I was escorted from the premises
For being a mess

And it's just like when John Howe told me
How the Force MDs died
Lou Gehrig's disease laid T.C.D. low
Mercury had a heart attack back in '95
And where DJ Doctor Rock went
Nobody knows
I see my grandfather, T. Holmes
"Bud" Moore laid up in his hospital clothes
But I think about Judee Sill dying in some trailer park
Out of cocaine and codeine all alone
It was a big waste
Brother, such a big waste
Yeah, I know
They had some great songs
Must have been a great time
So long ago
But I didn't open up my mouth
Just to piss and moan
No way

All the air is glitter
And I went and hit the
Skating rink alone now
I'll watch the kids all skim across the ice
They look so nice
It was so cold out
And then I coughed into my cupped hands
Across the rink so I could hear the band
Two guitars, a drummer
A chick singer with a Kurzweil
On a keyboard stand
And I said, "Play that cover"
I said, "Play that cover song again"
"LA TORRE MÉS ALTA"
XAVIER BARÓ 



 Joventut ociosa
feta esclavitud,
per delicadesa
la vida he perdut.
Ai, què dies vinguin
que els cors enamorin.

Que vingui, que vingui
el temps que ens enamori.

He set tan pacient
que mai he oblidat.
Pors i sofriments
als cels han marxat.
I la set malsana
m'enfosquí les venes.

Que vingui, que vingui
el temps que ens enamori.

Tal com està el prat
a l'oblit lliurat,
crescut i florit
d'encens i ebrietat.
I els brunzits ferotges
de cent brutes mosques.

Que vingui, que vingui
el temps que ens enamori.
"EL COR AJUSTICIAT"
XAVIER BARÓ 



 El meu trist cor baveja a popa,
mon cor és tot ple de tabac;
ells li llancen xapels de sopa.
El meu trist cor baveja a popa,
sota les burles de la tropa
que alcen un riure general.
El meu trist cor baveja a popa,
mon cor és tot ple de tabac.

Ninots grollers, fàl·lics, i ultratges;
els seus insults l'han depravat.
Al vespre, ells li fan més greuges,
ninots grollers, fàl·lics, i ultratges.
Onades abracadabrantesques,
preneu mon cor, feu-li un rentat.
Ninots grollers, fàl·lics, i ultratges.
Els seus insults l'han depravat.

Quan ells hauran finit les burles,
com puc seguir, oh cor robat?
I cantaran brutes tonades,
quan ells hauran finit les burles.
Jo tindré arcades nauseabundes
si el meu trist cor és ultratjat.
Quan ells hauran finit les burles,
com puc seguir, oh cor robat?

dimarts, 27 de setembre del 2016

"SNOW CAMPING"
LAURA VEIRS 


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yDyQ-bdnTE4

 
I saw the violet turn to night
I saw the water turn to ice
A thousand snowflakes hovered ‘round me
The world aglow

I heard a distant songbird singing
A song the words i used to know
And as the melody went ringing
I felt my bones on the rocks below
The weighted trees of my only home

With brother sleeping right beside me
The blankets pulled up to his chin
The makeshift snow cave settled slightly
But held us in and sheltered us
Like mom and dad, they always helped us

divendres, 23 de setembre del 2016

"GOODBYE TO YOU"
BEN HARPER & THE INNOCENT CRIMINALS 



 
i wake up feeling like i've aged a year
'cause i go to sleep in fear of the dawn
head full of dreams unclear
make the days seem twice as long
after all we've been through
i don't know how to say goodbye to you
passed by where we used to go
where i now go alone
everything we had to brave
i'm left here to face on my own
maybe tomorrow i can start anew
i don't know how to say goodbye to you
shattered and chained to our past
battered and too proud to ask
walked a razor's edge poisoned by degrees
create each other's voids fill each other's needs
my options are plenty
but my choices are few
i don't know how to say goodbye to you

dijous, 22 de setembre del 2016

"SPILLING FAITH"
BEN HARPER 



 Things are looking up today
How long have I been looking down
Traded a blue sky today
For the cold hard ground

Don't let one day go to waste
I'm filling space
I'm spilling faith

Things are looking up today
I didn't have to look away
There's so much to be said for letting go
So much tomorrow only knows

Don't let one day go to waste
I'm filling space
I'm spilling faith
I'm filling space
I'm spilling faith
I'm filling space
I'm spilling faith

Today it all became so clear
Looked out my window not in my mirror
Make the book that is your life
Worth reading

Don't let one day go to waste
I'm filling space
I'm spilling faith

If we love long enough
We can get there from here
"WHAT COMES AFTER THE BLUES"
MAGNOLIA ELECTRIC Co.



 Now who was I, now who am I
Lord what have I done
Whistle blow down the B&O
Sounds like maybe someone’s time has come
What comes after the blues (x3)
After the blues
You see I nailed my guilt to the back of my eyes
So I see it now before the sun
Now who was I, now who am I
Lord what have I done
What comes after the blues, after the blues (x2)
Now Noah must have had a lot of room on the ark
For all of them broken hearts
Stay with me now old crimson pal
Pain like this will even outlive the dark
They come after the blues, come after the blues (x2)

dilluns, 19 de setembre del 2016

"FARMER'S DAUGHTER"
 BEN & ELLEN HARPER



 My daddy is a farmer, that makes me the farmer’s daughter
But it’s no joke we’re always broke, can’t live on dirt and water
Can’t live on dirt and water.

We can’t plant and we can’t grow. We can’t reap and we can’t sow
Don’t own the seed can’t plant our rows, it all belongs to Monsanto
All belongs to Monsanto.

Dupont, Dow and Monsanto, We are what we eat
They own the pollen own the seeds, own us from head to feet
Own the air we breath.

Sister shed her overalls, put on heels and skirt
City bound she fled the ground to strike her own pay dirt
Strike her own pay dirt

My brother donned a uniform, to keep us safe from harm
But terror is as terror does, the bank foreclosed our farm
Foreclosed the family farm.

Jesse James he robbed the banks, they shot that boy to death
Now the banks are robbing us we got nothing left,
we got nothing left,
we got nothing left.

dimarts, 13 de setembre del 2016

"FACE"
THE LUYAS 


I thought something got, something for me
But nothing in jar, nothing in medicine
Looking for something that you trying to lose
Looking for something that you can do better than
I thought I knew...
I lean over and I thought of the ground
I wonder who's talking to
You time I'll..
I wonder if I'll fell for you ever around
You're soft to fall from the window feathers
When I thought of you...

Chorus:
I tried to lose my face
I tried to lose my face
I tried to lose my face
I tried to lose my face
I tried to lose my
Oh, oh, oh

I tried to ..the things I can see
I wonder what that would do to me
I wonder how true to ... that I should be
Looking for nothing to ask and to speak
I thought of you
Everyone's hearing my...

Chorus:
I tried to lose my face
I tried to lose my face
I tried to lose my face
I tried to lose my face
I tried to lose my
Oh, oh, oh
"FIFTY FIFTY"
THE LUYAS



 
I don’t have those dreams
That you want to see
Ooo ooo ooo ooo
Dreams die, dreams die
Dreams die, dreams die
Asked my friend what he believes
He said: “Fifty fifty”
Ooo ooo ooo ooo
Dreams die, dreams die
Dreams die, dreams die
It’s a wild, it’s a wild, it’s a wild, it’s a wild
It’s a road
And you call, and you call, and you call, and you call
Til you go:
Dreams die, dreams die
Dreams die, dreams die

dijous, 1 de setembre del 2016

"IF YOU WANT TO SING OUT, SING OUT"
CAT STEVENS 

  No us perdeu la fantàstica pel·lícula "Harold and Maude" (1971) del director Hal Ashby, en la qual sonen temes de Cat Stevens com aquest.



Well, if you want to sing out, sing out
And if you want to be free, be free
'Cause there's a million things to be
You know that there are

And if you want to live high, live high
And if you want to live low, live low
'Cause there's a million ways to go
You know that there are

[Chorus:]
You can do what you want
The opportunity's on
And if you can find a new way
You can do it today
You can make it all true
And you can make it undo
you see ah ah ah
its easy ah ah ah
You only need to know

Well if you want to say yes, say yes
And if you want to say no, say no
'Cause there's a million ways to go
You know that there are

And if you want to be me, be me
And if you want to be you, be you
'Cause there's a million things to do
You know that there are

[Chorus]

Well, if you want to sing out, sing out
And if you want to be free, be free
'Cause there's a million things to be
You know that there are
You know that there are
You know that there are
You know that there are
You know that there are.
"WHERE DO THE CHILDREN PLAY?"
CAT STEVENS 



 Well I think it's fine, building jumbo planes.
Or taking a ride on a cosmic train.
Switch on summer from a slot machine.
Get what you want to if you want, 'cause you can get anything.

I know we've come a long way,
We're changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?

Well you roll on roads over fresh green grass.
For your lorryloads pumping petrol gas.
And you make them long, and you make them tough.
But they just go on and on, and it seems you can't get off.

Oh, I know we've come a long way,
We're changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?

When you crack the sky, scrapers fill the air.
Will you keep on building higher
'til there's no more room up there?
Will you make us laugh, will you make us cry?
Will you tell us when to live, will you tell us when to die?

I know we've come a long way,
We're changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?