dijous, 30 d’agost del 2018

"PYRAMID SONG"
RADIOHEAD 




I jumped in the river, what did I see?
Black-eyed angels swam with me
A moon full of stars and astral cars
And all the figures I used to see
All my lovers were there with me
All my past and futures
And we all went to heaven in a little row boat
There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt
I jumped into the river
Black-eyed angels swam with me
A moon full of stars and astral cars
And all the figures I used to see
All my lovers were there with me
All my past and futures
And we all went to heaven in a little row boat
There was nothing to fear, nothing to doubt
There was nothing to fear, nothing to doubt
There was nothing to fear, nothing to doubt

divendres, 24 d’agost del 2018

"RUN THROUGH THE JUNGLE"
CREEDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL 





 Whoa, thought it was a nightmare,
Lo, it's all so true,
They told me, "Don't go walkin' slow
'Cause Devil's on the loose."

[CHORUS:]
Better run through the jungle,
Better run through the jungle,
Better run through the jungle,
Woa, Don't look back to see.

Thought I heard a rumblin'
Callin' to my name,
Two hundred million guns are loaded
Satan cries, "Take aim!"

[CHORUS]

Over on the mountain
Thunder magic spoke,
"Let the people know my wisdom,
Fill the land with smoke."

[CHORUS]

"THE GHOST OF THE GIRL IN THE WELL"

WILLARD GRANT CONSPIRACY

 



I'm the ghost of the girl in the well
Killed by a man who owned my family
It's been many years since I fell
Still no one has found me

I was fourteen years old when I died
The earth had just turned and the field were alive
So alive

Mister called out to me and I ran
I didn't want to be under him
Anymore

I'm the ghost of the girl in the well
I was trying to hide when my fingers slipped
In the darkness I cried and I cried
All my tears
Taken by the water

I'm the ghost of the girl in the well
Killed by a man who owned my family

 

divendres, 17 d’agost del 2018

"CHAIN OF FOOLS"
ARETHA FRANKLIN



Chain, chain, chain
(Chain, chain, chain)
Chain, chain, chain
(Chain, chain, chain)
Chain, chain, chain
(Chain, chain, chain)
Chain of fools
For five long years
I thought you were my man
But I found out
I'm just a link in your chain
You got me where you want me
I ain't nothin' but your fool
Ya treated me mean
Oh you treated me cruel

Chain, chain, chain
(Chain, chain, chain)
Chain of fools
Every chain, has got a weak link
I might be weak yeah
But I'll give you strength
Oh, hey
You told me to leave you alone
My father said, "Come on home"
My doctor said, "Take it easy"
Oh but your lovin' is much too strong
I'm added to your
Chain, chain, chain
(Chain, chain, chain)
Chain, chain, chain
(Chain, chain, chain)
Chain, chain, chai-i-in
(Chain, chain, chain)
Chain of fools

One of these mornings
The chain is gonna break
But up until the day
I'm gonna take all I can take, oh hey
Chain, chain, chain
(Chain, chain, chain)
Chain, chain, chain
(Chain, chain, chain)
Chain, chain, chai-i-in
(Chain, chain, chain)
Chain of fools
Chain, chain, chai-i-in
Chain, chain, chain
Chain, chain, chai-i-in
Chain of fools

dilluns, 13 d’agost del 2018

"MURS DE SILENCI"
XAVIER BARÓ 



 Murs de silenci envolten els dies.
Senyals tan febles d'uns temps millors.
Eclipsis cauen sobre les vides,
imatges, ombres omplint buidors.
Buidors profundes creixent com càncers,
miralls tapats amb negres draps.
Murs de silenci caient dels astres,
murs de discòrdia envoltant ciutats.

Ara som en els dies foscos,
estranya nit caiguda dels cels.

Abans de nàixer, moren els dies.
Com un sospir ens passa el temps,
perfum de flors dolces i amargues
que es van perdent fins que ja no el sents.
És una estrella que té el cor fosc,
viu per les rutes sense escalfor,
dins un paisatge glaçat i tosc.
És llibertat i també és presó.

Ara som en els dies foscos,
estranya nit caiguda dels cels.

Digue'm, què ens queda per esperar?
El setè Àngel amb el llibre obert,
posat dempeus sobre terra i mar,
segella el temps, dient "Ja és complert!"
Dirà la veu de l'Arc del Cel:
"Tots els teus plans ja han set cancel·lats.
Per uns serà una copa de fel,
per altres llum dels cors més trencats.

Ara som en els dies foscos,
estranya nit caiguda dels cels.
"EL NEN D'HIROSHIMA"
XAVIER BARÓ 



 Pertot arreu us vaig cridant,
però ningú no em pot sentir,
i quan us parlo no em veieu
perquè sóc mort, perquè sóc mort.

Tenia set anys quan vaig morir
a Hiroshima, fa molt temps,
encara tinc aquells set anys,
quan els nens moren no créixen més.

Tot el meu cos es va cremar
amb els ulls cecs em vaig desfer,
tots els meus ossos es van fer pols;
després el vent s'ho va emportar.

Dolços no en vull, no em cal pa,
no vull arròs, fruites, tampoc,
jo no demano res per mi
perquè sóc mort, perquè sóc mort.

El que us demano és que lluiteu
sols per la pau, sols per la pau,
per tal que els nens de tot el món
puguin créixer, viure i jugar.