dimecres, 27 d’abril del 2016

"LONG LONG LONG"
THE BEATLES 



 It's been a long, long, long time
How could I ever have lost you
When I loved you
It took a long long long time
Now I'm so happy I found you
How I love you

So many tears I was searching
So many tears I was wasting
Oh, oh

Now I can see you, be you
How can I ever misplace you
How I want you
Oh, I love you
You know that I need you
Oh, I love you

dilluns, 25 d’abril del 2016

"VIVRE SA VIE"
JEAN-LUC GODARD 



Anna Karina, una de les icones de la Nouvelle Vague, ballant el swing...

dimecres, 13 d’abril del 2016

"TASTANT LA SOLITUD"
SANJOSEX 



Tastant la solitud, fumant sota la pluja.
A les portes de l’estanc mirant el gris intens.
Em poso la caputxa, segueixo una gent, ves a saber què estic fent.
Ara que no hi ets faig el que no voldries.
No sé cap on em porten tota aquesta gent.
M’és igual si m’equivoco, tot és bo i resplendent i ho vull viure intensament.
Tornem a començar, tornem-se a equivocar,
tornem a carregar aquest pes, no hi podem fer res, no hi podem fer res.
I torno cap a casa, a mi ningú em fa cas.
Jo he fet el que em semblava, tu ara què em diràs.
Ja veig que no funciona, ja veig que he fracassat, però és el món que està equivocat.
Tornem a començar, tornem-se a equivocar,
tornem a carregar aquest pes, no hi podem fer res, no hi podem fer res.

 
"EL PLAT A TAULA"
SANJOSEX

 


 Sense cap pressa parem la taula, una cervesa, patates braves.
Sense problemes tot és tan fàcil, una conversa i un piscolabis.
Quan tinc el plat a taula  i els amics al meu voltant
no hi ha vida més senzilla ni conversa més genial.
Diem quatre tonteries, ens agrada discutir,
parlem sense cap mania.  Visca les dones i el vi!
Mitja vida al meu voltant. Amb amics hi estic tan bé!
Com vols que no t’estimi amb aquest arròs que em fas,
amb la fruita que és tan dolça i amb aquest bon temps que hi ha
No hi ha vida més senzilla, vull estar ara i aquí,
no hi ha cap més teoria que la de saber gaudir.
L’alegria s’encomana, el meu déu és el trufat,
no hi ha cosa més bonica que sentir-se estimat.
Els àngels hi cantaven i jo en faig una cançó,
una xefla a la setmana, ai l’airet, l’airet, l’airó.
Mitja vida al meu voltant. Amb amics hi estic tan bé!
Sense cap pressa parem la taula, una cervesa, patates braves.
Sense problemes tot és tan fàcil, una conversa i un piscolabis.
Quan tinc el plat a taula  i els amics al meu voltant
no hi ha vida més senzilla  ni conversa més genial.
Diem quatre tonteries, ens agrada discutir,
parlem sense cap mania.  Visca les dones i el vi!
Mitja vida al meu voltant. Amb amics hi estic tan bé!
Mitja vida al meu voltant. Amb amics hi estic tan bé!
 

dijous, 7 d’abril del 2016

"LET THE BELLS RING"
NICK CAVE & THE BAD SEEDS



 C'mon, kind Sir, let's walk outside
And breathe the autumn air
See the many that have lived and died
See the unending golden stair
See all of us that have come behind
Clutching at your hem
All the way from Arkansas
To your sweet and last amen

Let the bells ring
He is the real thing
Let the bells ring
He is the real, real thing

Take this deafening thunder down
Take this bread and take this wine
Your passing is not what we mourn
But the world you left behind
Well, do not breathe, nor make a sound
And behold your mighty work
That towers over the uncaring ground
Of a lesser, darker world

Let the bells ring
He is the real thing
Let the bells ring
He is the real, real thing

There are those of us not fit to tie
The laces of your shoes
Must remain behind to testify
Through an elementary blues
So, let's walk outside, the hour is late
Through your crumbs and scattered shells
Where the awed and the mediocre wait
Barely fit to ring the bells

Let the bells ring
He is the real thing
Let the bells ring
He is the real, real thing

dimecres, 30 de març del 2016

"HYPOCRITICAL KISS"
JACK WHITE 



 My temper got the best of me
And when I said that I mean
I know every single thing
That I said was true

And I know that you’re mad at me
But if you’re thinking like that
I think you’ll see that you’re
Mad at you too

And I know the feeling’s strong
Strong enough to forget about
All that I’ve been through

And it sounds obscene but
Loud words never bothered
Me like they do to you

You’re the boy
That talks but says nothing
A big game to the ones
That you think will believe you

But you don’t know how to read
The look on my face when it says
“Yeah, I’ve read that book too”

And who the hell’s impressed by you?
I want names of the people
That we know that are falling for this

You would sell your own mother out
And then betray your dead brother with another
Hypocritical kiss

dimarts, 29 de març del 2016

"BLUNDERBUSS"
JACK WHITE 



 I had my dream
I held your hand
On that broad avenue
We crossed the road
And never spoke
To another as we flew
We left your man
Alone in drag
Laughing there at us
A romantic bust
A blunder turned
Explosive blunderbuss

An ancient grand hotel of Persian thread and ivory
And when your man would turn his head I’d see you look at me
Pools of brown and sea of red
And demons in your pocket
That sang romance
Performed a dance
Inside of silver locket

Da da da da
Da da da da

A corner exit not tall enough to walk out standing straight
Designed by men so ladies would have to lean back in their gait
You grabbed my arm and left with me but you were not allowed to
You took me to a public place to quietly blend into

Such a trick pretending not to be doing what you want to
But seems like everybody does this every waking moment

I laid you down and touched you like the two of us both needed
Safe to say that others might not approve of this and pleaded
“So selfish,” then would be their cry and who’d be brave to argue?
Doin' what two people need is never on the menu.

Da da da da
Da da da da