"A GIRL IN PORT"

OKKERVIL RIVER 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gq05CFbDzCY

Let fall your soft and swaying skirt
Let fall your shoes, let fall your shirt
I'm not the ladykilling sort
Enough to hurt a girl in port

Marie's gone blonde and lost a stone
She lay on her lawn, spun and alone
And, when the morning sun it rose
Upon Marie in her lacy clothes

It lit her up, and she walked around
The winding streets of Camden Town
She don't know who she wants to be
And if I knew, I'd tell Marie

Let fall your soft and swaying skirt
Let fall your shoes, let fall your shirt
I'm not the ladykilling sort
Enough to hurt a girl in port

Cindy tells me she's had fun
Sitting backstage, someone's plus one
Up in her room the records spin
Needle in the grooves that she's worn thin

She lifts a sleeve and she sees a name
And she's got a smile on her face
And she's got a story you can't see
It's just between that name and Cindy

And before Holly made her way
Over the sea and far away
She's telling me, inside her car
Driving us back from the Crystal Corner bar

"I lost it there, I fell from health
Cut some fresh pieces from myself."
And then, for a second, something in me
Said, "Leave today. It's time, Holly."

Well, I'm a weak and lonely sort
Though I'm not sailing just for sport
I've come to feel, out on the sea
These urgent lives press against me

I'm just a guest. I'm not a part
With my tender head, with my easy heart
These several years out on the sea
Have made me empty, cold, and clear. Pour yourself into me

Let fall your soft and swaying skirt
Let fall your shoes, let fall your shirt
I'm not the ladykilling sort
Enough to hurt a girl in port.

"YELLOW"

OKKERVIL RIVER

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oouy5dabk2Q

You can only talk so much about things
That are never, ever going to happen.
My brother's at home with his dog and his cat
And his wife is at a friend's.

You can only go on so long about feelings
That never, ever actually touch you.
No matter how much she told him "I love you,"
He found it would depend

on the gifts that he bought her,
Or how badly she was hurt
When the boss was cruel at work.
But he'd just say
"I love you,"
And he'd reach out to her.

He was feeling like shit when I came to visit
And walked through the door of his tiny apartment.
We went for a walk through the park by the market
So we could get some air.

And I told to him all things intended to help him,
Especially that, simply because it was ending,
That that didn't mean she was always pretending.
Real happiness was there.

I could see and I could tell:
It was real love that they felt.
And I'm sorry it didn't end well,
But some things
They just don't - that's life,
And you shouldn't blame yourself.

And all of these things, well, I truly believe them.
Our paths and our futures are hidden in mists
That are stretching out over impossible distances,
Totally obscured.

And I really do think that there's probably more good
Than anger or selfishness, sickness, or sadness
Would ever completely allow us to have in this life,
I think I'm sure.

But that doesn't mean it's bad.
We were walking towards our dad,
While getting out of that school bus,
And he just said
"I love you,"
And he reached out to us.

"LOVE BLOWN DOWN"

ELBOW

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFftEC2lX9Q

Someone's staking out my house
So don't be sitting drunk
Outside my window

'cause when your love is love blown down
You must live with yourself

Someone's opening my mail
So don't be sending us it through the post

Someone's is tapping my phone you know?
So stop your crank calls telling me you love me

When your love is love blown down
You must live with yourself

'cause when your love is love blown down
You must sleep so your head can escape your heart.

"LONG WAR SHUFFLE"

ELBOW

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MkGdbe5-prU

The times they are a changing back
You know the heat is rising
I heard a million knuckles crack
Is it so surprising?
I'm so sick of waiting
And I know you feel the same
I'm not getting any younger
And I know you feel the same
So everyone dance as if you didn't care
And everyone move, pretend it isn't there
Take a deep breath on leaving the floor
And lock all the doors
Its going to be a long, long war
I'm so sick of waiting
And I know you feel the same
I'm not getting any younger
But the soldiers are
So everyone dance as if you didn't care
And everyone move, pretend it isn't there
Take a deep breath on leaving the floor
And lock all the doors
Its going to be a long, long war
Long war, long war, long war
Again, again, again,again.

"THE TAKE OFF AND LANDING 

OF EVERYTHING"

ELBOW

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

You have the time-worn shimmer of tarantella on a Tuscan plain
Patiently listen as dull reminiscences fall from my jaws in a jumble again
You hold a lamp to my slumber
I resurface just to do a new number on you
You kiss the wrist of the hand that has twisted itself all into your hair
You close the blinds and doors behind me and clear all obstacles on the stair
You are an open book
I’m on the bathroom floor
Yours is an open door
I’m throwing ballast overboard
You are a genius teetering
Hurricane wild be calm as the deep
Every living thing needs watering
I miss loving you
Actually loving you
Words on my bedroom wall
Speak of my stone cold care
A prayer to the take off and landing of everything
Leaving your lips as we took to the sky
And a prayer to the take off and landing of everything
I’ll say for you and I will for all time
Wrote on my bedroom wall
Spoke of your deep true care
Over my shoulder and just as I leave
I see you slipping the world up your sleeve
Well take it and run
Go on
That’s why it’s there
In a prayer to the take off and landing of everything good.

"DON'T MIX YOUR DRINKS"

ELBOW

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=78JT3z5flPU

Don't mix your drinks
Don't mix with him
It will kill you one day
Good advice, sound advice

Why can't you be like him, like me?
Look what you could achieve
I'm coming cap-in-hand, begging you to listen
Something draws me in
And I just can't christen it, just can't christen it

Don't mix your drinks
Don't mix with him
It will kill you one day
Good advice, sound advice

You need to be like this, like me
I'm coming cap-in-hand, begging you to listen
Something draws me in
And I just can't christen it, just can't christen it.

MARIA ÀNGELS ANGLADA

  (Vic, 1930-Figueres, 1999)

POESIES

"Als boscos màgics on d'infants jugàvem,

palaus efímers amb columnes d'hores,

no hi ha camins que t'hi puguin portar.

No cerquis els verds boixos, els vells roures

més enllà del teu cor, on són vivents

daurats per l'únic sol de la memòria."

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"Estranys remers et duien a les illes del somni.

Viva t'amortallaren amb blancs llençols d'oblit"