dijous, 26 de maig del 2016

"PUNK (LA VIE ANTÉRIEURE)"
DEERHUNTER



 For a month I was punk
I remembered all my drunk
Younger days in a daze
I would spend my empty days

For a week I was weak
I was humbled on my knees
Pray to God: "Make it stop
Help me find some relief"

For a year I was queer
I had conquered all my fears
Not alone anymore
But I found it such a bore

For a month I was punk
For a month I had no luck
For a drunk I was young
For a kid right to the

For a month I was punk
I remembered all my junk
Younger days in a daze
I would spend my useless days

For a week I was weak
I was down on my knees
Pray to God: "Make it stop
Help me find some relief"

For a month I was punk
For a month I was

dimecres, 25 de maig del 2016

"REVIVAL"
DEERHUNTER 



 I am saved, I am saved
And oh, would you believe it?
All of the day
I felt his presence near me

I know they won't believe me, but
I've got favorite memories
I am saved, I am saved

And, oh, could you believe it?
You won't regret if you choose to believe it
Freedom, silence, always
All this darkness, always

Always
Oh, oh

Darkness, always, they don't make no sense
Darkness, always
Away from me darlin'
"DESIRE LINES"
DEERHUNTER 




When you were young
And your excitement showed
But as time goes by,
Is it outgrown?
Is that the way things go?
Forever reaching for the gold
Forever fades black
And comes up cold

Walking free.
Come with me.
Far away.
Everyday.
Walking free.
Come with me.
Far away.
Everyday.

When you were young,
You never knew which way you'd go
What it was once grace now undertows

Well everyday do what you can
And if you let them turn you 'round
Whatever goes up must come down

Walking free.
Come with me.
Far away.
Everyday.
Walking free.
Come with me.
Far away.
Everyday.


 

dimarts, 24 de maig del 2016

"BANDE À PART"
JEAN-LUC GODARD 





dissabte, 21 de maig del 2016

"LAKE SONG"
THE DECEMBERISTS 


"THE SINGER ADDRESSES HIS AUDIENCE"
THE DECEMBERISTS 



 We know, we know, we belong to ya
We know you built your life around us
Would we change? We had to change some

We know, we know, we belong to ya
We know you threw your arms around us
In the hopes we wouldn't change
But we had to change some
You know, to belong to you

We're aware that you cut your hair
In the style that our drummer wore
In the video
But with fame came a mounting claim
For the evermore, you know...

So when your bridal processional
Is a televised confessional
To the benefits of Axe shampoo
You know we did it for you
We did it all for you

Cause we know, we know, we belong to ya
We know you built your life around us
And would we change? We had to change some

You know, to belong to you
You know, to belong to you
You know, to belong to you
You know, to belong to you

To belong, to belong, to belong
To belong, to belong, to belong
To belong, to belong, to belong
To belong, to belong, to belong
To belong, to belong, to belong
(To belong, to belong)
(To belong to you)
(To belong to you)

divendres, 20 de maig del 2016

"THE ENGINE DRIVER"
THE DECEMBERISTS 




I'm an engine driver
On a long run, on a long run
Would I work beside her
She's a long one, such a long one
And if you don't love me
Let me go
And if you don't love me
Let me go
I'm a county lineman
On a high line, on a high line
So will be my grandson
There are power lines in our bloodlines
And if you don't love me
Let me go
And if you don't love me
Let me go
And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones, my bones
I'm a money lender
I have fortunes upon fortunes
Take my hand for tender
I am tortured, ever tortured
And if you don't love me
Let me go
And if you don't love me
Let me go
And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
I am a writer
I am all that you have home, home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones, my bones
And if you don't love me
Let me go
And if you don't love me
Let me go
And if you don't love me
Let me go
And if you don't love me
Let me go
"FROM MY OWN TRUE LOVE 
(LOST AT SEA)"
THE DECEMBERISTS 



 Four score years
Living down in this rain swept town
Sea salt tears
Swimming round as the rain comes down

Mr Postman, do you have a letter for me?
Mr Postman, do you have a letter for me?
A letter for me
From my own true love
Lost at sea
Lost at sea

Mr Postman, do you have a letter for me?
Mr Postman, do you have a letter for me?
A letter for me
From my own true love
Lost at sea
Lost at sea

dimecres, 18 de maig del 2016

"SIFON"
IA & BATISTE 



 M'he trobat enamorat de tu
bo i mirant-te a través del sifón
com una finestra inversemblant
tu eres una imatge de verd clar
i les bombolles eren com ocells.

Era tan bonic aquell moment,
tu mirant-me, neta i transparent,
que un quadre s'ha format.
Com una reina tu eres d'aquell món
i les bombolles eren com ocells.

Les lletres de la marca del sifón
i l'efecte casual de refracció
han col·locat una gran corona al teu cap:
sifons de Martorell S.L.

dimarts, 17 de maig del 2016

"PLUS ULTRA" (JACINT VERDAGUER)
ROGER MAS


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CV9KoZtjFZA


No só la darrera, no
No só més que una llanterna
De la porta del jardí
Que creies tu la frontera.
És sols lo començament
Lo que prenies per terme.
L'univers és infinit,
Pertot acaba i comença,
I ençà, enllà, amunt i avall,
La immensitat és oberta,
I allà on tu veus lo desert
Eixams de mons formiguegen.
L'univers és infinit,
Pertot acaba i comença,
I ençà, enllà, amunt i avall,
La immensitat és oberta,
I allà on tu veus lo desert
Eixams de mons formiguegen.
"PLUS ULTRA" (JACINT VERDAGUER)
ENRIC CASASSES I PASCAL COMELADE 


divendres, 13 de maig del 2016

dimecres, 11 de maig del 2016

"FEATHERS ARE FALLING "
JAMES YORKSTON



 

dimarts, 10 de maig del 2016

"ANGELENE"
P. J. HARVEY 



 My first name Angelene
Prettiest mess you've ever seen
Love for money is my sin
Any man calls I'll let him in

Rose is my colour and white
Pretty mouth, and green my eyes

I see men come and go
But there'll be one who will collect my soul
And come to me

Two thousand miles away
He walks upon the coast
Two thousand miles away
It lays open like a road

Dear God, life ain't kind
People gettin born then dying
But I've heard there's joy untold
Lays open like a road in front of me

Two thousand miles away
He walks upon the coast
Two thousand miles away
Lays open like a road

It seems so far away
I see men come and go
Two thousand miles until I reach that open road

My first name's Angelene
"SILENCE"
P.J. HARVEY 



 All those places
Where I recall the memories
That gripped me
And pinned me down

I go to these places
Intending to think
To think of nothing
No anticipate

And somehow expect
You'll find me there
That by some miracle
You'd be aware

I'd risen this morning
Determined to break
The spell of my longing
And not to think

I freed myself from my family
I freed myself from work
I freed myself
I freed myself
And remained alone

And in my thinking
Steal you away
Though you never wanted me
Anyway

Silence
Silence
Silence
Silence

dilluns, 9 de maig del 2016

"THE WHEEL"
P.J. HARVEY 


 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ReW0jJkag8

A revolving wheel of metal chairs
Hung on chains, squealing
Four little children flying out
A blind man sings in Arabic

Hey little children don’t disappear
(I heard it was 28,000)
Lost upon a revolving wheel
(I heard it was 28,000)

Now you see them, now you don’t
Children vanish ‘hind vehicle
Now you see them, now you don’t
Faces, limbs, a bouncing skull

Hey little children don’t disappear
(I heard it was 28,000)
All that’s left after a year
(I heard it was 28,000)
A faded face, the trace of an ear
(I heard it was 28,000)

A tableau of the missing
Tied to the government building
8,000 sun-bleached photographs
Faded with the roses

Hey little children don’t disappear
(I heard it was 28,000)
Lost upon a revolving wheel
(I heard it was 28,000)
All that’s left after a year
(I heard it was 28,000)
A faded face, the trace of an ear
(I heard it was 28,000)

And watch them fade out
And watch them fade out
And watch them fade out...

dimecres, 4 de maig del 2016

"HEY LUCINDA"
TINDERSTICKS 



 Hey Lucinda, come out drinking with me tonight
The summer's almost gone
Hey Lucinda, time is running out
Hey Lucinda, our time is running out

I'm getting tired of those guys,
tonight I'm gonna stay home (home)
I'm tired of hanging out,
maybe I’ll just stay home tonight

When will you let Lucinda,
That feeling is a creepy one
So, hey Lucinda, come out drinking with me tonight
The summer is almost gone
And soon…

The path that leads to your house
will be a treacherous, with the frost
And down we get lost in this cold, alone at night

I could drink all that this body could hold
but fought the fear I might fall over
And break these brittle bones
And these dirty little cigarettes we smoke
And the liquor it just throws a cloak
over the feelings we should show

Hey Lucinda
I may be waiting for you
The time is running out
Hey Lucinda,
I may be waiting for you
Our time... is running out

Hey Lucinda, you come out drinking with me tonight
Yeah, we could face and dance

I only dance to remember how dancing used to feel
And I wake up every morning to find you waiting for me

Time is wasting Lucinda
Those college guys, they'll be cheating
Sitting in our favorite spot

But they drink to the future not to forget the past

Hey Lucinda, (I may be waiting for you)
The time is running out… (I may be waiting for you)
But hey Lucinda,
Our time… is running out.

dimarts, 3 de maig del 2016

"HUBBARD HILLS"
TINDERSTICKS 


"HARMONY AROUND MY TABLE"
TINDERSTICKS