"ILLA DESERTA"

EDUARD BATLLE 

 

Una illa deserta no es fa en quatre dies.

Cal haver sabut ocultar-se en la malesa

i escometre des de l'ombra, com un griu,

la visita impertinent que malda per saber de tu.

 

Cal haver assolit el mestratge del camaleó

i passar desapercebut entre mil cares.

Haver amansit el cuc que et furga la panxa,

que vol llum i un nom en negreta.

 

Absent de les converses, impossible la menció.

Pes atòmic menyspreable, Zero ontològic.

Només així pot emergir l'illa: del no-res.

 

Ser monarca únic sobre el cim volcànic.

Prendre absurdes fogueres de llenya verda

amb l'esperança que ningú no en vegi el fulgor.

 
 

 "JIG-SAW PUZZLE"

THE ROLLING STONES

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E8cJ1Wa6U3o

 There's a tramp sittin' on my doorstep
Tryin' to waste his time
With his methylated sandwich
He's a walking clothesline
And here comes the bishop's daughter
On the other side
And she looks a trifle jealous
She's been an outcast all her life

Me, I'm waiting so patiently
Lying on the floor
I'm just trying to do my jig-saw puzzle
Before it rains anymore

Oh the gangster looks so fright'ning
With his Luger in his hand
But when he gets home to his children
He's a family man
But when it comes to the nitty-gritty
He can shove in his knife
Yes he really looks quite religious
He's been an outlaw all his life

Me, I'm waiting so patiently
Lying on the floor
I'm just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle
Before it rains anymore

Yes, yes now
Oh, all right

Me, I'm waiting so patiently
Lying on the floor
I'm just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle
Before it rains anymore

Oh the singer, he looks angry
At being thrown to the lions
And the bass player, he looks nervous
About the girls outside
And the drummer, he's so shattered
Trying to keep up time
And the guitar players look damaged
They've been outcasts all their lives

Me, I'm waiting so patiently
Lying on the floor
I'm just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle
Before it rains anymore

Oh, there's twenty-thousand grandmas
Wave their hankies in the air
All burning up their pensions
And shouting, "It's not fair!"
There's a regiment of soldiers
Standing looking on
And the queen is bravely shouting,
"What the hell is going on?"

With a blood-curdling "tally-ho"
She charged into the ranks
And blessed all those grandmas who
With their dying breaths screamed, "Thanks!"

Me, I'm just waiting so patiently
With my woman on the floor
We're just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle
Before it rains anymore

 "WHO'S BEEN SLEEPING HERE?"

THE ROLLING STONES

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IkbW9DPxQQ0

 What you say girl? You see what is wrong
You, must be joking, you was led along

But the butler the baker, the laughing cavalier
Will tell me now, who's been sleeping here
I want to know
Tell me baby, who's been sleeping

What you say girl? Who'd you see that night
I I was doing, doing something right

Oh the soldier, the sailor then there's the three musketeers
Yes, they'll tell me now, who's been sleeping here

Did I ever tell you I want to know
Hey baby, who's been sleeping here

Don't you look like, like a Goldilocks
There must be somewhere, somewhere you can stop

Yes there's the noseless old newsboy the old British brigadier
But he'll tell me now, who's been sleeping here

Who's been eating, eating off my plate
Who will tell me, who'll investigate

There's the sergeants the soldiers the cruel old grenadier
But they'll tell me, now, who's been sleeping here

Cause I want to know who's been sleeping right here
Was it your mummy? Your daddy? Who's been sleeping here?
Was it your auntie? Your uncle? Who's been sleeping here?
Was it your boyfriend? Your girlfriend? Who's been sleeping here?
All right

Who's been sleeping here?

 "SYMPATHY FOR THE DEVIL"

THE ROLLING STONES

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f47TZePukuQ

 Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith

I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Tzar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain

I rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah

I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made

I shouted out,
"Who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all
It was you and me

Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reach Bombay

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, hit it

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game

Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
Cause I'm in need of some restraint

So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste

Um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

Um mean it, get down

Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down

Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name

Tell me baby, what's my name
I tell you one time, you're to blame
Ooo, who
Ooo, who

Ooo, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who

Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
What's my name
Tell me, baby, what's my name

Tell me, sweetie, what's my name
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who

Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who

Oh, yeah

 "WILD HORSES"

THE ROLLING STONES

https://youtu.be/Xb3fZmkzy84

 
Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you
Graceless lady you know who I am
You know I can't let you slide through my hands

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away

I watched you suffer a dull aching pain
Now you decided to show me the same
No sweeping exits or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away

I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie
I have my freedom but I don't have much time
Faith has been broken, tears must be cried
Let's do some living after we die

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them some day

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them some day

"2's & 3's"

MICAH P. HINSON 

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

 Hold on I don't know what you're sayin' to me
Hold on I don't know what you're sayin' to me

Them days were mine
I drank them fine
It comes in 2's and 3's

The noose was tied
So I made it mine
It comes and goes, you see

You'll see, you'll see, Oh... You'll see

God damn myself for making it all up
God damn myself for making it all up
God damn myself for making it all up

Them days were mine
I drank them fine
It comes and goes, you see

The noose was tied
So I made it mine
It comes in 2's and 3's

And 3's, and 3's, oh... And 3's
 

 "SIC TRANSIT"

EDUARD BATLLE

 

El devessall d'aigua esdevé rierol,

s'escola entre el rocam,

dreça l'esparreguera i el joncar,

nodreix les arrels boscanes,

banya tíbies i cranis anònims,

ve sobre la terra que cobreix la volta;

per una escletxa cau,

degota sobre una pica de pedra,

l'esculpeix i la forada.

 

Llindar enllà s'embassa, 

libèl·lules òrfenes esberlen

l'espill verd.

                                        S'hi ofeguen.