"MADAME JOY"

VAN MORRISON 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s9l7FbPag2Y

 All the men would turn their head
When she walked down the street
Clothes are fine and hair that shine
Smiling oh so sweet, smiling oh so sweet

Got a taste of all religion
Comes on with the new
In her hair a yellow ribbon
And she's decked out all in blue
Oh yes in, decked out all in blue

Steppin' lightly, steppin' brightly
With her books in hand
Going to the university to teach them
Help them understand
And are helping 'em understand

And all the kids would love to see her
Follow in her steps
And tell her stories and adore her
Climb in through the fence
Climb in through the fence

Here she comes walking
Here she comes talking
I do believe it's Madame Joy
Walking past that old street corner
And she's looking for her boy
Oh yes she is, looking for her boy

Steppin' lightly, steppin' brightly
With her books in hand
Going to the university to teach them
Help them understand
Yeah, help them understand

I was looking at the way she moved me
And I was seeing every side
Tell me, can I learn the language
Have you got the mind, have you got the mind

Here she comes walking
Here she comes talking
I do believe it's Madame Joy
She's walking by that old street corner
And she's looking for her boy
Oh yes looking for her boy

And all the men would turn their head
When she walked down the street
Clothes refined and hair that shine
And smiling oh so sweet, oh yes, she's smiling oh so sweet
Smiling, smiling oh so sweet, yeah, yeah, yeah
Smiling, smiling oh so sweet

And all the men would
And all the men would turn their head around
When that woman walked down the street
When that woman walked down the street
When that, when that woman walked
When that woman walked, when that woman walked
When that woman walked, when that woman walked
When that woman walked, what she wore
When that woman, when that woman, when that woman
When that woman, when that woman, when that woman
When that woman, when that woman, when that woman
When that woman, when that woman walked
She just walked
Just kept on walking down the street
When she walked, when she walked down
When she walked on down
 

 "REALLY DON'T KNOW"

VAN MORRISON

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

 Really don't know, really don't know
Just what's wrong
Feel like I don't belong
And I just can't get together
Today, anyway

Keep on rainin', more and more
Everyday
Yeah, in a wider sense
Yeah, in a wider sense
Keep on rainin'
Keep on rainin'
Everyday

Look to the sky, but the sky may fall
See thru' my eye, but my eye don't see at all

Keep on rainin'

Look to the sky, but the sky may fall
See thru' my eye, but my eye don't see at all

Keep on rainin', more and more
Everyday
Yeah, in a wider sense
Yeah, in a wider sense
Yeah, in the system
Every, every, every, every day

 FOC AL BORBÓ!!

 "THREE MEN IN A BOAT"

JEROME K. JEROME

It was the dead body of a woman. It lay very lightly on the water, and the face

was sweet and calm. It was not a beautiful face; it was too prematurely agedlooking,

too thin and drawn, to be that; but it was a gentle, lovable face, in spite of its stamp of

pinch and poverty, and upon it was that look of restful peace that comes to the faces of

the sick sometimes when at last the pain has left them.

 

Fortunately for us—we having no desire to be kept hanging about coroners’

courts—some men on the bank had seen the body too, and now took charge of it from us.

 

We found out the woman’s story afterwards. Of course it was the old, old

vulgar tragedy. She had loved and been deceived—or had deceived herself.

Anyhow, she had sinned—some of us do now and then—and her family and

friends, naturally shocked and indignant, had closed their doors against her.

Left to fight the world alone, with the millstone of her shame around her neck,

she had sunk ever lower and lower. For a while she had kept both herself and

the child on the twelve shillings a week that twelve hours’ drudgery a day

procured her, paying six shillings out of it for the child, and keeping her own

body and soul together on the remainder.

 

Six shillings a week does not keep body and soul together very unitedly. They

want to get away from each other when there is only such a very slight bond as

that between them; and one day, I suppose, the pain and the dull monotony of

it all had stood before her eyes plainer than usual, and the mocking spectre had

frightened her. She had made one last appeal to friends, but, against the chill

wall of their respectability, the voice of the erring outcast fell unheeded; and

then she had gone to see her child—had held it in her arms and kissed it, in a

weary, dull sort of way, and without betraying any particular emotion of any

kind, and had left it, after putting into its hand a penny box of chocolate she

had bought it, and afterwards, with her last few shillings, had taken a ticket

and come down to Goring.

 

It seemed that the bitterest thoughts of her life must have centred about the

wooded reaches and the bright green meadows around Goring; but women

strangely hug the knife that stabs them, and, perhaps, amidst the gall, there

may have mingled also sunny memories of sweetest hours, spent upon those

shadowed deeps over which the great trees bend their branches down so low.

She had wandered about the woods by the river’s brink all day, and then, when

evening fell and the grey twilight spread its dusky robe upon the waters, she

stretched her arms out to the silent river that had known her sorrow and her

joy. And the old river had taken her into its gentle arms, and had laid her

weary head upon its bosom, and had hushed away the pain.

Thus had she sinned in all things—sinned in living and in dying. God help

her! and all other sinners, if any more there be.

 

 

"A COMENÇAMENTS D'ESTIU"

BAI JUYI 

(versió en català d'en Marcel Riera)

 

A mesura que s'alça l'estiu, arbres i bèsties

senten l'oferiment que els fa perquè millorin.

Cérvols i daines juguen al fons de les boscúries.

A les serps i als insectes els agraden les herbes.

Ocells alats adoren les fulles més tofudes.

Els peixos escamosos juguen amb el verdet.

Només queda un lloc on l'estiu no es recorda

d'arribar: m'hi estic tot sol, abandonat 

com un espantaocells, desterrat a la fi

del món, només carn i ossos, sempre ben lluny.

No m'arriben notícies del meu país nadiu.

Tropes rebels inunden amb guerra el territori.

Aquest dolor sinistre, què és el que ens portarà?

No faig més que gastar aquest meu cor cansat.

Més valdria deixar que el meu cor i la ment

es rendissin al fat que els ha enviat el Cel.

A Xun Yan hi ha molt de vi bo: m'ompliré

la copa i ja mai més no deixaré que es buidi.

Els peixos del riu són barats i, més tard o 

més d'hora, bullits o fregits, me'ls menjaré.

Una mica d'arròs al matí, allà al temple

que hi ha sota el turó, i una mica de vi

cap al vespre, a l'illa que es troba al mig del llac...

I per què només penso en el lloc on vaig néixer?

Puc quedar-me aquí fins a la fi dels meus dies.

 

"WONDERFUL REMARK"

VAN MORRISON 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xhUDmBXuS4s

 How can you stand the silence
That pervades when we all cry
How can you watch the violence
That erupts before your eyes

You can't even grab a hold on
When we're hanging oh so loose
You don't even listen to us
When we talk it ain't no use

Leave your thoughtlessness behind you
Then you may begin to understand
Clear the emptiness around you
With the waving of your hand

That was a wonderful remark
I had my eyes closed in the dark
I sighed a million sighs
I told a million lies to myself, to myself
Ooh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh

Now, how can we listen to you
When we know that your talk is cheap
How can we never question
Why we give more and you keep

How can your empty laughter
Fill a room like ours with joy
When you're only playing with us
Like a child does with a toy

How can we ever feel the freedom
Or the flame lit by the spark
How can we ever come out even
When reality is stark

That was a wonderful remark
I had my eyes closed in the dark
I sighed a million sighs
I told a million lies to myself, to myself
Ooh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh

Listen, how can you tell us something
Just to keep us hanging on, yeah
Something that just don't mean nothin'
When we see you, you are gone

Clinging to some other rainbow
While we're standing waiting outside in the cold
Telling us the same sad story
Knowing time is growing old

Touch your world up with some colour
Dream you're swinging on a star
Taste it first then add some flavour
Now you know just who you are

That was a wonderful remark
I had my eyes closed in the dark
I sighed a million sighs, oh yeah
I told a million lies to myself, oh yeah, to myself
Ooh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh
Ooh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh

Wonderful remark
And that...

That was a wonderful remark, yes it was, right on
I had my eyes closed in the dark, right on
I sighed a million sighs
I told a million lies to myself, alright, to myself
Ooh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh, ooh oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Right on, right on
Oh, oh, oh, oh, cut loose
Cut loose, cut loose
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

 

 "CONTEMPLATION ROSE"

VAN MORRISON

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_YMPV3Y8sk

 Puerto Rican Nursery Rhymes
Angels in the snow and thyme
And I'm keeping my mind on that rose
In a church in Spanish Harlem

Got Watchtowers and Awakes for free
In the laundromat for you and me
But you can't take me down that way
As I'm not sinking

And if we go down one time
Next times not gonna be the last time
And I'm contemplating that rose
In a church in Spanish Harlem
Didn't I bring you precious gifts
Came to kiss you on the lips
Didn't even appear
To beg your pardon

To lay out in the morning sun
Feel the cool breeze and the one
Right there in, in my garden
Puerto Rican Nursery Rhymes
And angels, and angels, and the snow and thyme
But I'm keeping my mind on that rose
In a church in Spanish Harlem

Yeah, and if we go, if we go down one time
The next time will not be the last time, and I'm
Keeping my mind on that, contemplating that rose
Up in a church in Spanish Harlem

And if we go down one time, you know
The next time it won't be the last time
And I'm contemplating that rose
In a church in Spanish Harlem

And I'm contemplating that rose
In a church in Spanish Harlem
And I'm contemplating, and I'm contemplating that rose
In a church in Spanish Harlem
And I'm contemplating that rose
In a church in Spanish Harlem
And I'm contemplating that rose
In a church, in a church in Spanish Harlem