"LA RAMBLA"

QUIMI PORTET

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFoNwMhtlVI&list=PL9FD6E102F9AA6A99

La terrassa d'un bar en una nit d'estiu,
si no perdo la consciència, seguiré pensant en tu.
Hi ha un mico que balla en la punta d'un pal
i senyores amb paraigües que em diuen: "hola, què tal?".
Hi ha un home que resa a algun déu superior
amb dues espelmes i un nas de cartró
i jo he vingut d'estranquis, no ho diguessis a ningú,
aquí al lloc d'aquesta terra que més em recorda a tu.
Hi ha dos policies que es passegen a cavall,
els cavalls semblen de goma i els genets de metall.
Un, dos, tres, botifarra de pagès;
t'escriuria una postal però tinc el cap massa espès.

Anem a voltar per la Rambla,
et compraré un ramet de flors.
Anem a voltar per la Rambla,
beurem xaropets de colors.
Anem a voltar per la Rambla
vestits amb gorros de paper,
ens pintem de rosa la cara
i parlarem en estranger.

Al balcó d'una tronada pensió
hi ha una dona grassa que es pentina amb un raspall,
porta una perruca que li cau fent anar el porró
i encara se'n recorda dels tramvies amb cavall.
He vist un arbre tort amb llumets de tots colors
i un colom solitari barallant-se amb un anís;
hi ha dies deliciosos que ve de gust recordar,
anem fins a la Rambla a fer un vas de Pastís.

"DEVIL'S ARCADE"

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMN3RYMeHnE 

 Remember the morning we dug up your gun
The worms in the barrel, the hangin' sun
Those first nervous evenings of perfume and gin
The lost smell on your breath as I helped you get it in
The rush of your lips, the feel of your name
The beat of your heart, the devil's arcade

You said heroes are needed, so heroes get made
Somebody made a bet, somebody paid
The cool desert morning, then nothin' to save
Just metal and plastic where your body caved
The slow games of poker with Lieutenant Ray
In the ward with the blue walls, a sea with no name
Where you lie adrift with the heroes
Of the devil's arcade

You sleep and dream of your buddies Charlie and Jim
And wake with the thick desert dust on your skin

A voice says "Don't worry, I'm here"
Just whisper the word 'tomorrow' in my ear
A house on a quiet street, a home for the brave
The glorious kingdom of the sun on your face
Rising from a long night as dark as the grave
On a thin chain of next moments
And something like faith
On a morning to order, a breakfast to make
A bed draped in sunshine, a body that waits
For the touch of your fingers
The end of a day
The beat of your heart, the beat of your heart
The beat of your heart, the beat of her heart
The beat of your heart, the beat of her heart
The beat of her heart, the slow burning away
Of the bitter fires of the devil's arcade.

"PRESSING ON"

BOB DYLAN

http://meetinmontauk.com/2010/06/05/song-of-the-day-685-pressing-on-bob-dylan/

Un dels àlbums de "conversió" d'en Robert Zimmerman. Magnífica música espiritual. En aquest enllaç trobareu la lletra i (ben avall) la possibilitat d'escoltar-la.

"LOVE MILLIONAIRE"

SMASH

Grup desconegut sevillà de rock progressiu (com es va anomenar llavors, amb grups interessants com els catalans Màquina). Psicodèlia, rock andalús (sentiu "El Garrotín", per exemple).

Un goig de sentir-los. Un dels grans grups espanyols.

Malaguanyat Julio Matito...després de morir la banda es va dissoldre.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOMQoy3A7c8

"DESERTED CITIES OF THE HEART"

CREAM (II)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ho-teZSjgZY

Upon this street where time has died.
The golden treat you never tried.
In times of old, in days gone by.
If I could catch your dancing eye.

It was on the way,
On the road to dreams, yeah.
Now my heart's drowned in no love streams, yeah.

The street is cold, its trees are gone.
The story's told the dark has won.
Once we set sail to catch a star.
We had to fail, it was too far.

It was on the way,
On the road to dreams, yeah.
Now my heart's drowned in no love streams, yeah.

I felt the wind shout like a drum.
You said, "My friend, love's end has come."
It couldn't last, had to stop.
You drained it all to the last drop.

It was on the way,
On the road to dreams, yeah.
Now my heart's drowned in no love streams, yeah.

Now my heart's drowned in no love streams, yeah.

On this dark street the sun is black.
The winter life is coming back.
On this dark street it's cold inside.
There's no retreat from time that's died.

It was on the way,
On the road to dreams.
Now my heart's drowned in no love streams,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now my heart's drowned in no love streams, yeah.
Now my heart's drowned in no love.

"PRESSED RAT AND WARTHOG"

CREAM

Fantàstics Jack Bruce, Ginger Baker i Eric Clapton (aquest darrer mot abans de descobrir el pop comercial). Pura psicodèlia. No intenteu entendre la lletra.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fDgokYi-1lI

Pressed Rat and Warthog have closed down their shop,
They didn't want to - 'twas all they had got.
Selling atonal apples, amplified heat,
And Pressed Rat's collection of dog legs and feet.
Sadly they left, telling no one goodbye.
Pressed Rat wore red jodhpurs - Warthog a striped tie.
Between them, they carried a three-legged sack,
Went straight round the corner and never came back.
Pressed Rat and Warthog have closed down their shop.
The bad captain madman had told them to stop
Selling atonal apples, amplified heat,
And pressed rat's collection of dog legs and feet.
The bad captain madman had ordered their fate.
He laughed and stomped off with a nautical gate.
The gate turned into a deroga tree
And his pegleg got woodworm and broke into three.
Pressed Rat and Warthog have closed down their shop,
They didn't want to - 'twas all they had got.
Selling atonal apples, amplified heat,
And Pressed Rat's collection of dog legs and feet.

  "PINK MOON"   

NICK DRAKE

                                 
                                    Gran músic malaguanyat ben jove. Delicadesa i suavitat.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgVEvjsJn6g

Saw it written and I saw it say
Pink moon is on its way
And none of you stand so tall
Pink Moon gonna get ye all
And it's a pink moon

Yes, a pink moon
Pink, pink, pink, pink, pink moon
Pink, pink, pink, pink, pink moon

I saw it written and I saw it say
Pink moon is on its way
And none of you stand so tall
Pink moon gonna get ye all
And it's a pink moon

Yes, a pink moon.