"A CERTAIN KIND"

THE SOFT MACHINE

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G5OJN5bwLRM 

A certain kind, of love, I'd say
Exists for me, and every night
Your kind of love sets me alight
And I know it's real, it's what I feel, what I feel

And loving you the way I do
Makes everything seem right again
And when you're near I know
I know you just can't tell the time
When you, it's just not right

And so our love I see in you
The things today, the things we do
And when you're near I know
You just can't see, well
I know it's real, it's what I feel

And loving you the way I do
Makes everything seem right again
And when you're near I know
I know you just can't see
All the time of day
I know you're mine, and all the time

"JOY OF A TOY"

THE SOFT MACHINE

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9T2ELelpamw 

You wake me up
In the middle of the night
And burn the cover down.
You're on the phone in the air

Like a record try to spin me around.
Oh won't you move away,
Oh honey get away.
The joy of a toy,

Is it all that you came for?
The joy of a toy
Got the look of a lie.
The joy of a toy

Put the hurt into action.
The joy of a toy,
You can kiss this love goodbye.
How can you win

When you don't know a thing
What love is all about?
Don't want to fight
So get out of my sight

I won't surrender now.
It's independence day,
Oh honey get away.
The joy of a toy...

Hello, goodbye...

"OCTOPUS"

SYD BARRETT 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8k5WQnfCjmk 

Trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro
You have no word
Trip, trip to a dream dragon
Hide your wings in a ghost tower
Sails crackling at every plate we break
Cracked by scattered needles
Little minute gong
Coughs and clears his throat
Madam you see before you stand
Hey ho, never be still
The old original favorite grand
Grasshoppers green Herbarian band
And the tune they play in us confide

So trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro'
You have no word
Please leave us here
Close our eyes to the octopus ride
Isn't it good to be lost in the wood
Isn't it bad so quiet there, in the wood
Meant even less to me than I thought
With a honey plough of yellow prickly seeds
Clover honey pots and mystic shining feed

Well, the madcap laughed at the man on the border
Hey ho, huff the Talbot
Cheetah he cried shouted kangaroo
So through their tree they cried
Please leave us here
Close our eyes to the octopus ride
The madcap laughed at the man on the border
Hey ho, huff the Talbot
The winds they blew and the leaves did wag
And they'll never put me in their bag
The seas will reach and always see
So high you go, so low you creep
The winds it blows in tropical heat
The drones they throng on mossy seats
The squeaking door will always creep
Two up, two down we'll never meet
So merrily trip for good my side
Please leave us here
Close our eyes to the octopus ride

 

"LOVE SONG"

SYD BARRETT 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5tEYuJH_d-U 

I knew a girl and I like her still
She said she knew she would trust me and I, her will
I said, "OK baby, tell me what you'll be
And I'll lay my head down and see what I see"
By the time she was back by her open eyes
I knew that I was in for a big surprise

I knew a girl and I like her still
She said she knew she would trust me and I, her will
I said, "OK baby, tell me what you'll be
And I'll lay my head down and see what I see"
By the time she was back by her open eyes
I knew that I was in for a big surprise

"SIÉNTETE ACORDE"

HARRY MARTINSON 

 

 Siéntete acorde a tiempo con todo lo que perece

y deja que tu corazón reúna toda su añoranza

que es muy grande y no cabe en ninguna tumba.

Haz de esa añoranza la canción del corazón.

 Siéntete acorde a tiempo con el arroyo que va congelándose

y que, encogido, queda helado bajo el puente.

Un día fue la cinta más hermosa de la cabellera de los campos estivales.

Un día corrió bravío, con su plata descoyuntada, a través de un bosque.

Fue una primavera.

Una muchacha volvía a su casa con una cesta de morillas.

Era guapa.

Era primavera.

  Siéntete acorde a tiempo

con aquello que vale la pena echar de menos,

con todo lo que tomó el camino del verano para morir.

  Siéntete acorde en el tiempo del otoño con el amarillo follaje

que dubitativo abandona sus ramas

un día cuando el verano abdicó en el viento

y el árbol deposita su copa

en la almohada de musgo que va a sobrevivir. 

(traducció de Francisco J. Uriz)

"REQUIEM TO JOHN COLTRANE"

NIRVANA 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ew4mGoTbdmM