dijous, 9 de gener del 2020

"DEAD LEAVES AND THE DIRTY GROUND"
THE WHITE STRIPES




Dead leaves and the dirty ground
When I know you're not around
Shiny tops and soda pops
When I hear your lips make a sound
When I hear your lips make a sound
Thirty notes in the mailbox
Will tell that I'm coming home
And I think I'm gonna stick around
For a while so you're not alone
For a while so you're not alone
If you can hear a piano fall
You can hear me coming down the hall
If I could just hear your pretty voice
I don't think I need to see ya at all
I don't think I need to see ya at all
Soft hair and a velvet tongue
I want to give you what you give to me
And every breath that is in your lungs
Is a tiny little gift to me
Is a tiny little gift to me
I didn't feel so bad till the sun went down
Then I come home
No one to wrap my arms around
Wrap my arms around
Well any man with a microphone
Can tell you what he loves the most
And you know why you love at all
If you're thinking of the holy ghost
If you're thinking of the holy ghost


"SONG TO THE SIREN"
TIM BUCKLEY 


(Strangely his estranged son would be lost to the sea thirty years later. 
This is almost an epitaph for him.)




Long afloat on shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
'Til your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving to your isle
And you sang
Sail to me
Sail to me
Let me enfold you
Here I am
Here I am
Waiting to hold you
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you hare when I was fox?
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken lovelorn on your rocks,
For you sing, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow:
O my heart, O my heart shies from the sorrow"
I am puzzled as the newborn child
I am troubled at the tide:
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Should I lie with Death my bride?
Hear me sing, "Swim to me, Swim to me, Let me enfold you:
Here I am, Here I am, Waiting to hold you"


dimecres, 8 de gener del 2020

dilluns, 6 de gener del 2020

diumenge, 5 de gener del 2020

"AMOR ETERN ALT GRUP DE RISC"
PEPE SALES I LULÚ MARTORELL 





"EMMA"
WILL McNICOL & INNOTET 


 
"ON AND ON AND ON"
JACK WHITE 




The sun and the moon never change
They just rearrange, the night and the new day
Gold exchanges for silver
And a light on a river gets carried away
On and on, on and on
On and on, on and on
I lift up my head and I wonder
Just who it is calming, calling my name now
I trip on my way and I blunder
My head falling under a blanket of shame
On and on, on and on
On and on, on and on
High and low may I go
But God only knows just where I am going
High and low may I go
But God only knows just where I am going
The people around me won't let me
Become what I need to, they want me the same
I look at myself and I want to
Just cover my eyes and give myself a new name
The storms in the sky never worry
They don't have to hurry, they move in their own way
But I have to choose what to do
How to act, what to think, how to talk, what to say
On and on, on and on
On and on, on and on
On and on, on and on
On and on, on and on
On and on, on and on
On and on, on and on