THE SHELTERING SKY

(BERNARDO BERTOLUCCI)

MONÒLEG FINAL DE PAUL BOWLES 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=73&v=XgfnZZlgt6Q 

 “Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don't know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life. It's that terrible precision that we hate so much. But because we don't know, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.”

"RIGHT ON TIME (RAIN BIRDS)"

WILLARD GRANT CONSPIRACY

 

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3mCXRcnB-8c

 I've never seen a sky

As flat as this one

As flat as the brown earth

Beneath our feet

Never seen a horizon

As dim as this one

It's 110 in the street

It's summer time again

In southern california

As fabled as any land ever known

Inside this house

With bars on the window

We dont get shown

The rest of the world

Here come the rain birds

Here come the rain birds

Here come the rain birds

Right on time

Out here

Theres a riot waiting to happen

Theres a whole lot of people

Who will be hurt

There are just too many of us

Thrown together

In this

Seven square miles of dirt

Inside the house

It's cool and dark

We keep the lights off

So it won't hurt our eyes

Out in the backyard

The sun bakes the earth

Out by the old garage

Here come the rain birds

Right on time

ROBERT FISHER

(WILLARD GRANT CONSPIRACY), RIP

9-9-1957    12-2-2017

 

WILLARD GRANT CONSPIRACY

"LET IT ROLL" 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3bt1flXF0T0&list=PLx83zolaCJfPeFDzwZT9cfcRhOc5QGO6J&index=11 

 

Between a rusty old cage
And a crown made of old
There's a paper mache
Cross painted gold
Up on the hill
Wild flowers still bloom
Red poppies like tears
Beneath a cold dead moon
Let it roll

There's one for the taking
Down by the riverside
She'll never be thinking
It was her lover's pride
There's one for the rolling
Down off of the ledge
Into the briars
To sleep with the dead
Let it roll

Hung up in sunrise
With a crown made of thorns
The windows are mirrored
Like the eyes of the lord
Between the high water
And a black-tooth nail
One night of whiskey
Is worth a lifetime in hell
Let it roll

 

 Nothing for nothing
Your God's a pretender
There's no room in Heaven
Now or hereafter
There's nothing to dying
Except a ropes soft whisper
I did what I did
And I'll do it again
We weep and we moan
We weep and we moan
Give me a stack of your best bibles
I'll raise my right hand and
Let it roll

WILLARD GRANT CONSPIRACY

"SOFT HAND" 

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

Flowers on the table
Have all gone south
Clutter that surrounds us
Leaves me with a dry mouth

All I need is a soft hand
To ease me in
All I need is a soft hand
To ease me in

All I need is a soft hand
To ease me in
The only thing we have left
Is skin against skin

There I made you smile
There I made you smile
There I made you smile
Made you smile again

Cut the service on the phone
Don't want anyone to know we're alone
It's so perfect here in bed
Just let the sunshine ease us in

There I made you smile
There I made you smile
There I made you smile
Made you smile again

All I need is a soft hand
All I need is a soft hand
All I need is a soft hand
To ease me in

Ease me in
Ease me in
Ease me in
Ease me in
Ease me in

WILLARD GRANT CONSPIRACY

"BRING THE MONSTER INSIDE" 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwzZIehzS4A 

 It's midnight and
It's 90 degrees
Raining across the South End again
Out in the backyard
Backed up to the church
We're lit up
Like skeletons

I don't remember
Why I called
I don't remember
Much at all
Late at night
Wrong or right
Feels like
I'm drinking again

It's a short
Behind our eyes
It's a thousand kilowatt
Light show
It's a trick
Of the optic nerve
A spasm of memory

It's a fiction of comfort
It's a means to an end
I called the monster inside tonight
It's a mean way
To end

"MARCIANET DE MART"

JOAN MIQUEL OLIVER

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tmSoWG1OC5Q

Era un marcianet de Mart,
tenia quatre braços i no era ni baixet ni alt.
I veia de ca seva paisatges fluorescents,
antics mars eixuts i estava molt content...
--Però un dia sa cosa va canviar...

Era un marcianet de Mart,
tenia el cos d'escata i no era ni primet ni gras.
Però un dia sa cosa va canviar...
I veia de ca seva un rovell incandescent,
poblets molt de lluny i estava molt content...
--Però un dia sa cosa va canviar...

Era un marcianet de Mart,
tenia sa mirada lluminosa i es cervell en blanc.
Però un dia sa cosa va canviar...
I veia de ca seva jardins de ciment
i cuques de llum i estava molt content...
Però un dia sa cosa va canviar...