"THE HIRED HAND"

PETER FONDA (1971) 

 
Peter Fonda, Warren Oates, Verna Bloom

"I'M JUST WAITING FOR MY TIME"

THE SHEEPDOGS 

 Most of what goes for living these days
Seems like such a waste of time
I'm just sitting in the corner
I'm just waiting for what's mine

Most, they go in circles these days
Stand them all in line
I'm just sitting in the corner
I'm just waiting for my time

If I was the joke of my feelings, I'd swear
That to me ain't worth a dime
I'm just sitting in the corner, oh
I'm just waiting for what's mine, whoa

I lost my way at the downtown cinema
A cheap bouquet and a box of wine
I'm just sitting in the corner, oh
I'm just waiting for my time

For what's mine

 

"KEPT WOMAN"

FLEET FOXES 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CFVe892acjA 

Anna, you're lost in a shadow there
Cinder and smoke hanging in the air
Oh and I know you'll be bolder than me
I was high, I was unaware

God above saw, ever in the mind
Blue and white irises in a line
Under your nameless shame
I left you in frame, and you rose to be ossified
As a rose of the oceanside
Too long to the light of the morning
So unseen, as light in a dream
Too long now to the rising
Too long now to the rising

Can you be slow for a little while?
Widow your soul for another mile?
I'm just the same as when you saw me back then
And we're bound to be reconciled
And we're bound to be reconciled
Too long swinging in the night
All will wash over you in a night so unending
Not long now to the rising
Not long now to the rising

Anna, you're lost in the shadow there
Cinder and smoke hanging in the air
Oh and I know you'll be bolder than me
I was high, I was unaware

"ENOUGH OF A STRANGER"

(AUTUMN BIRD SONGS)

JASON MOLINA

Les darreres cançons abans de marxar per sempre.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lbt-VX6p27g 

a hand
a strong hand
a stranger's hand
all the world divides fire into fire
the wreck into the wreck
all the work divides waste into waste
eyes into a stranger's eyes
eyes into the stranger's eyes

smoke into stone
and iron into wood
eyes all alone
good into good
good into gone
eyes alone, a stranger's eyes
eyes alone, a stranger's eyes

 

"SOLEIADA"

JOAN MARAGALL 

En una casa de pagès hi havia
una donzella que tenia
els disset anys d’amor; i era tan bella,
que la gent d’aquell volt
deien: «És una noia com un sol».
Ella prou la sabia
la parentela que amb el sol tenia:
que cada matinada
per la finestra a sol ixent badada
l’astre de foc i ambre
li entrava de ple a ple dintre la cambra,
i ella nua, amb delícia,
s’abandonava a la fulgent carícia.
De tant donar-se a aquestes dolces manyes
va ficar-se-li el sol a les entranyes,
i ben prompte sentia
una ardència dins d’ella que es movia.
«Adéu, la casa meva i els que hi són:
jo prenyada de llum me’n vaig pel món».
De tots abandonada,
va començar a rodar per l’encontrada.
Estava alegre com l’aucell que vola,
cantava tota sola,
cantava: «Só l’albada
que duc el sol a dins i en só rosada.
Els cabells me rossegen,
els ulls me guspiregen,
els llavis me robiegen,
en les galtes i el front tinc el color
i al pit la gran cremor:
tota jo só claror contra claror».
La gent que la sentia
s’aturava admirada i la seguia:
la seguia pel pla i per la muntanya
per sentir-li cantar la cançó estranya
que l’anava embellint de mica en mica.
Quan ella va sentir-se prou bonica,
va dir: «M’ha arribat l’hora»,
va parar de cantar, i allà a la vora
entrava a una barraca que hi havia.
La gent que a l’entorn era
sols veia un resplendor i sols sentia
el gemec poderós de la partera.
De sobte, les clivelles
del tancat van lluir igual que estrelles.
De seguit s’aixecà gran foguerada,
tota la gent fugia esparverada,
i en la gran soletat només restava
un nin igual que el sol, que caminava
i deia tot pujant amunt la serra:
«Jo vinc per acostar el cel a la terra...».

"RAG MAMA RAG"

THE BAND

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

 Rag Mama rag, I can't believe its true
Rag Mama rag, what did you do?
I crawled up to the railroad track
Let the 4:19 scratch my back

Sag Mama sag, what's come over you
Rag Mama rag, I'm pullin' out your gag
Gonna turn you loose like an old caboose
Got a tail I need to drag
I ask about your turtle
And you ask about the weather
I can't jump a hurdle and
We can't get together
We could be relaxin'
In my sleepin' bag
But all you want to do for me, Mama, is

Rag Mama rag, there's no where to go
Rag mama rag, come on, rosin up the bow

Rag Mama rag, where do you roam
Rag Mama rag, bring your skinny little body back home
It's dog eat dog and cat eat mouse
You can rag Mama rag all over my house

Hailstones beatin' on the roof
The bourbon is a hundred proof
And you and me and the telephone
Our destiny is quite well known
We don't need to sit and brag
All we gotta do is rag, Mama, rag, Mama, rag

Rag Mama rag, where do you roam
Rag Mama rag, bring your skinny little body back home