"DIVISION ST. GIRL"

JASON MOLINA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5H0fJavDFG8 

Painted up division street girl
She's a pretty denim queen
Bird of paradise eyes
Bird of paradise dying eyes
But I could sight read those slangy lips
I could sight read those hips
And anyway out loud she says
Hey sucker
Are you lonely
Well that's alright
You don't have to say anything
I can always tell when
You lost something big
Something real big
Well we all did
A jukebox in an empty room
Conjures up the blues
They got my song on it
Want to dance
Cause it's just you and me and the gravity
You and me down on division street
And it's like we've landed on the enemy's side
And the other guys all quit
And they left us with nothing when they split
Except the cold and the quiet
And the blues to sing about it

"NO LIMITS ON THE WORDS"

SONGS:OHIA 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y0hI0SUJW7E 

Put no limits on the words
Simply to live, that is my plan
Simply to live, that is my plan
In a city that breaks us

I will say nothing
I will say nothing
I will say nothing
I will say nothing

I can tell that the shadow likes you still
Like the memory, my heart keeps remembering
That simply to live that was my plan
That simply to live that was my plan

And I will say nothing
And I will say nothing
And I will say nothing
And I will say nothing

"ATURANT-ME EN UNS BOSCOS 

UN VESPRE DE NEU"

ROBERT FROST (1874-1963)

 De qui són aquests boscos, crec que ho sé.
Té la casa, però, al poble proper.
No em veurà pas aturar-me als seus boscos
per mirar-me’ls com s’omplen tots de neu.

El cavallet que em duu deu estranyar-se

que ens parem en un lloc sense cap mas,
entre els arbres del bosc i el llac de gel
el vespre més ombrívol de tot l’any.
 

Sacseja el cap, fent dringar els picarols,

com preguntant si no hi ha algun error.
L’altre únic so que se sent és el frec
de la neu flonja i del pacífic vent.
  Els boscos són tan bells, foscos, pregons,
però jo tinc promeses per complir,
i un llarg camí a fer abans de dormir,
i un llarg camí a fer abans de dormir.

(Traducció de Josep Maria Jaumà)

Original:

Whose woods these are I think I know.   

His house is in the village though;   

He will not see me stopping here   

To watch his woods fill up with snow.   

My little horse must think it queer   

To stop without a farmhouse near   

Between the woods and frozen lake   

The darkest evening of the year.   

He gives his harness bells a shake   

To ask if there is some mistake.   

The only other sound’s the sweep   

Of easy wind and downy flake.   

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   

But I have promises to keep,   

And miles to go before I sleep,   

And miles to go before I sleep.

"PARLANT-ME DE TU"

RAIMON 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qtOo_St9jFQ 

 Tots els colors de la terra i de l'aigua
que són suaus en aquesta hora incerta,
i aquests ocells que van de branca en branca
i el sol ixent i la llum que em desperta
van parlant-me de tu,
van parlant-me de tu.

Si vols present, t'ompliré de carícies.
Si vols records, t'oferiré els més bells.
Si vols futur, t'ompliré d'esperances:
vull viure el temps ben acordat amb tu.

La mar de blau, per moments tan ombrosa,
la mar de verd, tan bella i perillosa,
la mar de gris, que es vol majestuosa,
la mar d'acer, tan entremaliosa
va dient-me el teu nom,
va dient-me el teu nom.

Si vols present, t'ompliré de carícies.
Si vols records, t'oferiré els més bells.
Si vols futur, t'ompliré d'esperances:
vull viure el temps ben acordat amb tu.

Tots els colors de la terra i de l'aigua
que són suaus en aquesta hora incerta,
i el sol ponent d'aquest dia que es cansa
i el vent llebeig que ha vingut a la tarda
van dient-me el teu nom

van parlant-me de tu.

"HELLO BERLIN"

LAISH 

https://laish.bandcamp.com/track/hello-berlin-2 

 Rory pissed
Ben sober
Booked it so you'll be together
Off to Berlin
Off to Berlin
You Go

Martha made a promise to go
Jools knew he couldn't say no
Uh oh Berlin
They're going to eat your sausages!

Any excuse to leave this place
To feel the race of your pulse again
Off to Berlin
Off to Berlin you go

Like fish behind a window
Lit from below
Static in the water
Staring blankly to the corner

On Ben's birthday you took a train
The German's took all your money away
Fuck you Berlin!
Damn, you must have looked like tourists!

I hear it's a nice time of year
No it is not! No it is not!
Cos it's January
And it's freezing
And you ain't got no money
For our drinking
But you'll be alright
I'm thinking

Like fish behind a window
Lit from below
Static in the water
Staring blankly to the corner

Been to Berlin
How does it feel to be home?
(Shit)

"PRIMAVERA"

MIQUEL GIL 

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

 Serà el vent que fa olor a porrat
o el primer foc, que avisa de festa.
o potser siga el cor que et rebenta
o l'estora de verds, que ja aplega.

I la gent al carrer:
"Que ve la primavera"
Esclat al seu pas:
Que la vida accelera.

Rotllo i canya
olora l'azahar,
pólvora al trabuc
"Que ve la primavera"

PERE TORNÉ ESQUIUS
(1879-1936)