Tristesse

Adieu tristesse

Bonjour tristesse

Tu est inscrite dans les lignes du plafond

Tu es inscrite dans les yeux que j’aime

Tu n’es pas tout à fait la misère

Car les lèvres le plus pauvres te dénoncent

Par un sourire

Bonjour tristesse

Amour des corps aimables

Puissance de l’amour

Dont l’amabilité surgit

Comme un monstre sans corps

Tête désappointée

Tristesse beau visage

© Paul Eluard

Música © J.S. Bach. Concierto para dos violines y orquesta Nº 3 en Re menor

You had time

How can I go home
With nothing to say
I know you're going to look at me that way
And say what did you do out there
And what did you decide
You said you needed time
And you had time

You are a china shop
And I am a bull
You are really good food
And I am full
I guess everything is timing
I guess everything's been said
So I am coming home with an empty head

You’ll say did they love you or what
I'll say they love what I do
The only one who really loves me is you
And you'll say girl did you kick some butt
And I'll say I don't really remember
But my fingers are sore
And my voice is too

You’ll say it's really good to see you
You’ll say I missed you horribly
You’ll say let me carry that
Give that to me
And you will take the heavy stuff
And you will drive the car
And I'll look out the window making jokes
About the way things are

How can I go home
With nothing to say?
I know you're going to look at me that way
And say what did you do out there
And what did you decide
You said you needed time
And you had time

© Ani Difranco

Cuando el hambre aprieta...

...la vergüenza afloja.

Música: Sonata Nº 8 "Patética" © L.V. Beethoven

Non, merci

El amor es paciente, es servicial; el amor no tiene envidia, no es presumido ni orgulloso; no es grosero ni egoísta, no se irrita, no toma en cuenta el mal; el amor no se alegra de la injusticia; se alegra de la verdad. Todo lo excusa, todo lo cree, todo lo espera, todo lo tolera. (...) Tres cosas hay que permanecen: la fe, la esperanza y el amor. Pero la más grande de las tres es el amor.

"Canto al amor", de la Primera carta a los Corintios de San Pablo.

Música © Jean Claude Petit

You learn about it

Now that we're through
The hell with you
We don't mind
We just give it a sigh

We hardly knew
What you were capable
of doing
But why don't you give it a try

Oh, you learn about it
Oh, you harvest 'til you can make no more
All that's eating inside
All that's eating inside

We hardly knew
what you were capable
of doing
But why don't you give it a try

Oh, you learn about it
Oh, you harvest 'til you can make no more
All that's eating inside
All that's eating inside

Can't take no more..

Oh, you learn about it
Oh, you harvest 'till you can make no more
All that's eating inside
All that's eating inside

Can't take no more..

© The Gathering

Through the castle garden

Time passes and things remain but those involving human heart.

Música © Nightnoise

All imperfect things

La búsqueda de la perfección es como la búsqueda de vida extraterrestre: tan sólo nuestra imaginación es capaz de concebir lo imposible.

Música © Michael Nyman

Mad world

All around me are familiar faces,
Worn out places,
Worn out faces,
Bright and early for the daily races,
Going nowhere,
Going nowhere,
Their tears are filling up their glasses,
No expression,
No expression,
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow,
No tomorrow,
No tomorrow,

And I find it kinda funny,
I find it kinda sad,
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had,
I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to take,
When people run in circles,
It's a very, very,
Mad world,
Mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good,
Happy birthday,
Happy birthday,
Made to feel the way that every child should,
Sit and listen,
Sit and listen,
Went to school and I was very nervous,
No one knew me,
No one knew me,
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson,
Look right through me,
Look right through me

And I find it kinda funny,
I find it kinda sad,
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had,
I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to take,
When people run in circles,
It's a very, very,
Mad world,
Mad world,
Enlarging your world,
Mad world

© Gary Jules

Space-dye vest

Falling through pages of Martens on angels

Feeling my heart pull west

I saw the future dressed as a stranger

Love in a space-dye vest

Love is an act of blood and I'm bleeding

A pool in the shape of a heart

Beauty projection in the reflection

Always the worst way to start

But he's the sort who can't know anyone intimately, least of all a woman.

He doesn't know what a woman is.

He wants you for a possession, something to look at like a painting or an ivory box.

Something to own and to display.

He doesn't want you to be real, or to think or to live.

He doesn't love you, but I love you.

I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings,

even when I hold you in my arms. It's our last chance... it's our last chance...

Now that you're gone I'm trying to take it

Learning to swallow the rage

Found a new girl I think we can make it

As long as she stays on the page

This is not how I want it to end

And I'll never be open again...

I was gonna move out...ummm...get, get a job, get my own place, ummm,

But... I go into the mall where I Want to work and they tell me, I'm, I was too young...

Some people, gave advice before, about facing the facts, about facing reality.

And this is, this without a doubt, is his biggest challenge ever. He's going to have to face it.

You're gonna have to try, he's gonna to have to try and, uh, and, and, and get some help here.

I mean no one can say they know how he feels.

That, so they say that, in ya know like, Houston or something, you'd say it's a hundred and eighty degrees, but it's a dry heat. In Houston they say that? Oh, maybe not. I'm all mixed up. Dry until they hit the swimming pool.... I get up with the sun... listen.

You have your own room to sleep in, I don't care what you do. I don't care when. That door gets locked, that door gets locked at night by nine o'clock. If you're not in this house by nine o'clock, then you'd better find some place to sleep, because you're not going to be a bum in this house. Supper is ready...

There's no one to take my blame

If they wanted to

There's nothing to keep me sane

And it's all the same to you

There's nowhere to set my aim

So I'm everywhere

Never come near me again

Do you really think I need you

I'll never be open again,

I could never be open again.

I'll never be open again,

I could never be open again.

And I'll smile and I'll learn to pretend

And I'll never be open again

And I'll have no more dreams to defend

And I'll never be open again

© Dream Theater

Lo que hay es lo que ves

Lo que ves es lo que hay

lo que hay es lo que ves

serás seré verás veré

Aquí estoy y aquí estaré

La semilla crecerá

Si no tengo a ti vendré

querrás querré

vendrás yo iré

De tu mano comeré...

Que se lleve el diablo la razón

que en tu puerta esperaré

quien persigue acaba por caer

Tiempo al tiempo entenderás

que lo que hay es lo que ves

No hay misterio si habla el corazón

Con los ojos cuéntame

Voy de caso aparte, ya lo sé

y no cambiaré

sabes bien que no lo haré..

Que se lleve el diablo la razón

que en tu puerta esperaré

Quien persigue acaba por caer...

Tiempo al tiempo entenderás

entenderé...

© Miguel Bosé

The Lady is a tramp

She wined and dined on Mulligan stew and never wished for turkey
As she hitched and hiked and grifted too, from Maine to Albuquerque
Alas she missed the Beaux Arts Ball and what is twice as sad
She was never at a party where they honoured Noel Ca-ad
But social circles spin too fast to see
Her "hobohemia" is the place to be

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She likes the theatre, but never comes late
She never bothers with anyone she hates
That is why this lady is a tramp

She don't like crap games with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt with the rest of those girls
That's why this lady is a tramp

She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She’s broke, no joke
Hates California, too cold too damp
That's why the lady is a tramp

She gets too hungry for dinner at eigh
tShe likes the theatre, but never comes late
She never bothers with anyone she hates
That is why this lady is a tramp

She don't like crap games with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt with the rest of those girls
That's why this lady is a tramp

She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
“I’m broke, no joke”
Hates California, too cold too damp
That's why the lady is a tramp

Performed by Robbie Williams

I don't understand anything

What is it that I think I need?
Is there love in me that wants to be freed?
Or is it selfishness and ego
we carry with us everywhere that we go?

This feeling that life's incomplete
- do you feel that too?
Do you want what I want?

And if I should start to cry,
and I can't begin to tell you why,
and I stumble when I begin,
it's cause I don't understand anything.

People say that we're so close,
how can I be something that I don't know.
Oh but even though I share your bed,
baby, I don't get inside your head.

This feeling of some mystery
- do you feel that too?
Do you know what I mean?

And if I should start to cry,
and I can't begin to tell you why,
and I stumble when I begin,
it's cause I don't understand anything.

Watch me stumble, watch me trip
My fingers loose their grip.
Now I'm down on my knees,
Is that what you wanted to see?

What is it that I think I need?
What is it that I think I need?

And if I should start to cry,
and I can't begin to tell you why,
and I stumble when I begin,
it's cause I don't understand anything.

You reach for me from miles away,
you reach for me from miles away.

© Everything but the girl

Is there anybody out there?

Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?
...

© Pink Floyd

Feel like going home

Lord I feel like going home

I tried and I failed and I'm tired and weary

Everything I ever done was wrong

And I feel like going home

Lord I tried to see it through

But it was too much for me

And now I'm coming home to you

And I feel like going home

Cloudy skies are rolling in

And not a friend around to help me

From all the places that I've been

And I feel like going home

Lord I feel like going home

I tried and I failed and I'm tired and weary

Everything I ever done was wrong

And I feel like going home

© Mark Knopfler & Tom Jones

Coisas pequenas

Coisas pequenas são
coisas pequenas
são tudo o que eu te quero dar
e estas palavras são
coisas pequenas
que dizem que eu te quero amar.

Amar, amar, amar
só vale a pena
se tu quiseres confirmar
que um grande amor não é
coisa pequena
que nada é maior que amar.

E a hora
que te esperita
é só tua.
Decerto, nao será
só a que resta;
a hora
que esperei a vida toda,
é esta.

E a hora
que te esperita
é derradeira.
Decerto já bateu
à tua porta.
A hora
que esperaste a vida inteira,
é agora

© Madredeus

Fat Bottomed Girls

Are you gonna take me home tonight?
Ah down beside that red firelight
Are you gonna let it all hang out?
Fat bottomed girls
You make the rockin' world go round

Hey I was just a skinny lad
Never knew no good from bad
But I knew life before I left my nursery
Left alone with big fat Fanny
She was such a naughty nanny
Heap big woman you made a bad boy out of me

I've been singing with my band
Across the wire across the land
I seen every blue eyed floozy on the way
But their beauty and their style
Went kind of smooth after a while
Take me to them dirty ladies every time

C'mon
Oh won't you take me home tonight?
Oh down beside your red firelight
Oh and you give it all you got
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round

Hey listen here
Now I got mortgages on homes
I got stiffness in ma' bones
Ain't no beauty Queens in this locality (I tell you)
Oh but I still get my pleasure
Still get my greatest treasure
Heap big woman you gonna make a big man out of me

Now get this
Oh (I know) you gonna take me home tonight (please)?
Oh down beside that red firelight
Are you gonna let it all hang out?
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round

Get on your bikes and ride
Them fat bottomed girls
Fat bottomed girls
Alright, ride 'em, c'mon
Fat bottomed girls - yes yes

© Queen

Dream within a dream

"For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived it. There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem, is but a dream within a dream."



Based on a poem by Edgar A. Poe
Voice: Orson Welles
Music: The Alan Parsons Project

All I have to do is dream

Dream, dream, dream, dream

Dream, dream, dream, dream

When I want you in my arms

When I want you and all your charms

Whenever I want you, all I have to do is

Dream, dream, dream, dream

When I feel blue in the night

And I need you to hold me tight

Whenever I want you, all I have to do is

Dream

I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine

Anytime night or day

Only trouble is, gee whiz

I'm dreaming my life away

I need you so that I could die

I love you so and that is why

Whenever I want you, all I have to do is

Dream, dream, dream, dream

Dream

I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine

Anytime night or day

Only trouble is, gee whiz

I'm dreaming my life away

I need you so that I could die

I love you so and that is why

Whenever I want you, all I have to do is

Dream, dream, dream, dream

Dream, dream, dream, dream

© The Everly Brothers

We might as well be strangers

I don't know your face no more

Or feel the touch that I adore

I don't know your face no more

It's just a place I'm looking for

We might as well be strangers in another town

We might as well be living in a different world

We might as well, we might as well, we might as well

I don't know your thoughts these days

We're strangers in an empty space

I don't understand your heart

It's easier to be apart

We might as well be strangers in another town
We might as well be living in a another time

We might as well, we might as well,

We might as well be strangers, be strangers

For all I know of you now

For all I know of you now

For all I know of you now

For all I know

© Keane

Forbidden colours

The wounds on your hands never seem to heal

I thought all I needed was to believe

Here am I, a lifetime away from you

The blood of Christ, or the beat of my heart

My love wears forbidden colours

My life believes

Senseless years thunder by

Millions are willing to give their lives for you

Does nothing live on?

Learning to cope with feelings aroused in me

My hands in the soil, buried inside of myself

My love wears forbidden colours

My life believes in you once again

I'll go walking in circles

While doubting the very ground beneath me

Trying to show unquestioning faith in everything

Here am I, a lifetime away from you

The blood of Christ, or a change of heart

My love wears forbidden colours

My life believes

My love wears forbidden colours

My life believes in you once again

© Ryuichi Sakamoto

Performed by David Sylvian

Shape of the land

There is nothing you can do to change the shape of things but there is nothing that can stop you from trying.

© William Ackerman

Darling Pretty

It's time to come away, my Darling Pretty

It's time to come away on the changing tide

Time to come away, Darling Pretty

And I need you darling by my side

Heal me with a smile, Darling Pretty

Heal me with a smile and a heart of gold

Carry me awhile, my Darling Pretty

Heal my aching heart and soul

Just like a castaway

Lost upon an endless sea

I saw you far away

Come to rescue me

Cast away the chains, Darling Pretty

Cast away the chains away behind

Take away my pain, my Darling Pretty

And the chains that once were yours and mine

There will come a day, Darling Pretty

There will come a day when hearts can fly

Love will find a way, my Darling Pretty

Find a heaven for you and I

Love will find a way, my Darling Pretty

Find a heaven for you and I

© Mark Knopfler

Sossego

"Recuerde el alma dormida

avive el seso e despierte

contemplando

cómo se passa la vida

cómo se viene la muerte

tan callando (...)"

© Jorge Manrique

Música © Rodrigo Leao

Gallarda

Gallarda se yergue la gaviota al paso del, a sus ojos, peripatético observador .

Música © Juan Cabanilles

Interpretado por Hesperion XX

Somewhere they can't find me

I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love,

As she lies here beside me asleep with the night.

Her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow,

Reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight.

But I've got to creep down the alley way,

Fly down the highway,

Before they come to catch me I'll be gone.

Somewhere they can't find me.

Oh baby, you don't know what I've done,

I've committed a crime, I've broken the law.

While you were here sleeping and just dreaming of me,

I held up and robbed a liquor store.

But I've got to creep down the alley way,

Fly down the highway,

Before they come to catch me I'll be gone.

Somewhere they can't find me.

Oh my life seems unreal, my crime an illusion,

A scene badly written in which I must play.

And thought it puts me up tight to leave you,

I know it's not right to leave you,

When morning is just a few hours away.

But I've got to creep down the alley way,

Fly down the highway,

Before they come to catch me I'll be gone.

Somewhere they can't find me.

© Simon & Garfunkel

Te dejo, Madrid

Sí, ya es hora de esconder
Del mundo el dolor
Bajo la piel
Más sé que estaré bien
Los gatos como yo caen de pie

No quiero
Jugar mi suerte por ti
No puedo
Con "v" pequeña vivir
Pronto estaré de aquí
Muy, muy lejos

Ay, me voy otra vez,
Ahí te dejo Madrid
Tus rutinas de piel
Y tus ganas de huir
Yo no quiero cobardes
Que me hagan sufrir
Mejor le digo adiós
A tu boca de anís

Sí, ya es hora de limpiar
Las manchas de miel
Sobre el mantel
Yo nunca supe actuar
Y mis labios se ven
Muertos de sed

No quiero dejarlo todo al azar
Entiendo
Que he comenzado a estorbar
Pronto estaré de ti
Muy, muy lejos

Ay, me voy otra vez,

Ahí te dejo Madrid

Tus rutinas de piel

Y tus ganas de huir

Yo no quiero cobardes

Que me hagan sufrir

Mejor le digo adiós

A tu boca de anís

© Shakira

She's leaving home

Wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day begins
Silently closing her bedroom door
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more

She goes downstairs to the kitchen clutching her handkerchief
Quietly turning the backdoor key
Stepping outside she is free.

She (We gave her most of our lives)
is leaving (Sacrificed most of our lives)
home (We gave her everything money could buy)
She's leaving home after living alone for so many years.

Bye, bye

Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown
Picks up the letter that's lying there
Standing alone at the top of the stairs
She breaks down and cries to her husband
Daddy our baby's gone.
Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly?
How could she do this to me?

She (We never thought of ourselves)
is leaving (Never a thought for ourselves)
home (We struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She's leaving home after living alone for so many years.

Bye, bye

Friday morning at nine o'clock she is far away
Waiting to keep the appointment she made
Meeting a man from the motor trade.

She (What did we do that was wrong)
is having (We didn't know it was wrong)
fun (Fun is the one thing that money can't buy)
Something inside that was always denied for so many years.

Bye, bye

She's leaving home.
Bye, bye

© The Beatles

Noche de Reyes

La quise como nadie tal vez haya querido
y la adoraba tanto que hasta celos sentí.
Por ella me hice bueno, honrado y buen marido
y en hombre de trabajo, mi vida convertí.

Al cabo de algún tiempo de unir nuestro destino
nacía un varoncito, orgullo de mi hogar;
y era mi dicha tanta al ver claro mi camino,
ser padre de familia, honrado y trabajar.

Pero una noche de Reyes,
cuando a mi hogar regresaba,
comprobé que me engañaba
con el amigo más fiel.

Y ofendido en mi amor propio
quise vengar el ultraje,
lleno de ira y coraje
sin compasión los maté!

¡Qué cuadro compañeros, no quiero recordarlo!
Me llena de vergüenza, de odio y de rencor.
De que vale ser bueno! Si aparte de vengarme
clavaron en mi pecho la flecha del dolor.

Por eso compañero, como hoy es día de Reyes,
los zapatitos el bebe afuera los dejó.
Espera un regalito y no sabe que a la madre
por falsa y por canalla, su padre la mató!

Pero una noche de Reyes,
cuando a mi hogar regresaba,
comprobé que me engañaba
con el amigo más fiel.

Y ofendido en mi amor propio
quise vengar el ultraje,
lleno de ira y coraje
sin compasión los maté!

© Carlos Gardel

Illusion & Dream

Look in my eyes I'll make you see
We're drifting aimlessly
Blind in a world of make believe

Hear them sing their songs off key
n' nod like they agree
Buying the needs to be discreet

I've got no hand in matters worldly
I hardly care at all
What's going on fails to concern me
'Cause I'm locked behind my wall
But you know what drives me out
Out of my mind oh

It's whatever makes you see
Makes you believe
And forget about the premonition you need to conceive
The images they sell are
Illusion and Dream
In other words dishonesty

If I speak ill please, humour me
Won't rant on endlessly
Just thought I'd try to make you see

It doesn't solve a thing to dress it, in a pretty gown
A stone will not need you to guess if, you're still going to drown
So you know what drives me out
Out of my mind, oh

It's whatever makes you see, makes you believe
And forget about the premonition you need to conceive
The images they sell are
Illusion & Dream
In other words dishonesty

So can you name your demon?
Understand it's scheming
I raise my glass and say "Here's to you"

Can you chase your demon?
Or will it take your freedom?
I raise my class and say "Here's to you"

I've got no hand in matters worldly
I hardly care at all
What's going on fails to concern me
'Cause I'm locked behind my wall
But you know what drives me out
Out of my mind oh

It's whatever makes you see, makes you believe
And forget about the premonition you need to conceive
The images they sell are
Illusion & Dream
In other words dishonesty

So whatever makes you see, makes you believe
And forget about the premonition you need to conceive
The images they sell are
Illusion and Dream
In other words dishonesty

With silence comes peace
With peace comes freedom
With freedom comes silence

© Poets of the fall

The Sea-Maiden

"(...) She took her harp to the sea-shore, and sat and played; and the sea-maiden came up to listen, for sea-maidens are fonder of music than all other creatures. But when the wife saw the sea-maiden she stopped. The sea-maiden said, "Play on!" but the princess said, "No, not till I see my man again. (...)"

© Popular Scottish fairy tale
Música © The Chieftains

Goodbye blue sky

"Look mummy, there's an aeroplane up in the sky"

Did-did-did-did-you see the frightened ones?

Did-did-did-did-you hear the falling bombs?

Did-did-did-did-you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter with the promise of a brave new world unfurled beneath a clear blue sky?

Did-did-did-did-you see the frightened ones?

Did-did-did-did-you hear the falling bombs?

The flames are all long gone, but the pain lingers on.

Goodbye, blue sky

Goodbye, blue sky.

Goodbye, goodbye.

"The 11:15 from Newcastle is now approaching"

"The 11:18 arrival...."

© Pink Floyd

Mon enfant

Dodo, l'enfant do,

L'enfant dormira bien vite

Dodo, l'enfant do,

L'enfant dormira bientôt

Música © George Winston

The long road

We're all pilgrims on the same journey - but some pilgrims have better road maps.

Nelson DeMille

Música © Mark Knopfler

Seven drunken nights

As I came home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
So I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, many is a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a sow with a saddle on sure I never seen before

Now as I came home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
So I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, many is a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never seen before

And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe upon the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called the wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe upon the chair where my old pipe should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never seen before

And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my two boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns those boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never seen before

And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be

Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
Still you can not see
That's a baby boy that my mother send to me
Hey, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with wiskers on I've never seen before

© Flogging Molly

Whiskey in the jar

As I was going over the far famed Kerry Mountains
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting.
I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier.
Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver,

Musha ring dumma do damma da
Whack for the daddy 'ol
Whack for the daddy 'ol
There’s whiskey in the jar

I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny.
I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny.
She said and she swore, that she never would deceive me,
But the devil take the women, for they never can be easy

I went into my chamber, all for to take a slumber,
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder.
But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water,
Then sent for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter.

It was early in the morning, as I rose up for travel,
The guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrel.
I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier,
But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.

If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army,
If I can find his station down in Cork or in Killarney.
And if he'll come and save me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny,
And I swear he'll treat me better than me darling sportling Jenny

Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving,
But others take delight in the gambling and the smoking.
But I take delight in the juice of the barley,
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early

Words and music © Traditional
Performed by The Pogues & The Dubliners

Mae preta

Pele encarquilhada carapinha branca
Gandôla de renda caindo na anca
Embalando o berço do filho do sinhô
Que há pouco tempo a sinhá ganhou

Era assim que mãe preta fazia
criava todo o branco com muita alegria
Porém lá na sanzala o seu pretinho apanhava
Mãe preta mais uma lágrima enxugava

Mãe preta, mãe preta
Enquanto a chibata batia no seu amor
Mãe preta embalava o filho branco do sinhô

© Dulce Pontes

Slow like honey

You moved like honey in my dream last night
Yeah, some old fires were burning
You came near to me and you endeared to me
But you couldn't quite discern me

Does that scare you ? I'll let you run away
But your heart will not oblige you
You'll remember me like a melody
Yeah, I'll haunt the world inside you
And my big secret, gonna win you over
Slow like honey, heavy with mood

I'll let you see me, I'll covet your regard
I'll invade your demeanor
And you'll yield to me like a scent in the breeze
And you'll wonder what it is about me
It's my big secret, keeping you coming
Slow like honey, heavy with mood

Though dreams can be deceiving
Like faces are to hearts
They serve for sweet relieving
When fantasy and reality lie too far apart

So I stretch myself across like a bridge
And I pull you to the edge
And stand there waiting
Trying to attain
The end to satisfy the story
Shall I release you?
Must I release you?
As I rise to meet my glory

But my big secret
Gonna hover over your life
Gonna keep you reaching
When I'm gone like yesterday
When I'm high like heaven
When I'm strong like music
'Cause I'm slow like honey, and heavy with mood

© Fiona Apple

Hollow years

He's just the kind of man
You hear about
Who leaves his family
For an easy out
They never saw the signs
He never said a word
He couldn't take another day

Carry me to the shoreline
Bury me in the sand
Walk me across the water
And maybe you'll understand

Once the stone you're crawling under
Is lifted off your shoulders
Once the cloud that's raining over your head disappears
The noise that you'll hear
Is the crashing down of hollow years

She's not the kind of girl
You hear about
She'll never want another
She'll never be without
She'll give you all the signs
She'll tell you everything
Then turn around and walk away

Carry me to the shoreline
Bury me in the sand
Walk me across the water
And maybe you'll understand

Once the stone you're crawling under
Is lifted off your shoulders
Once the cloud that's raining over your head disappears
The noise that you'll hear
Is the crashing down of hollow years

Carry me to the shoreline
Bury me in the sand
Walk me across the water
And maybe you'll understand

Once the stone you're crawling under
Is lifted off your shoulders
Once the cloud that's raining over your head disappears
The noise that you'll hear
Is the crashing down of hollow years

Once the stone you're crawling under...
The noise that you'll hear
Is the crashing down of hollow years

© Dream Theater

Ruas

As ruas da tua terra conduzem... ao paraiso?.

Música © Rodrigo Leao & Vox Ensemble

Ging heut'morgen übers feld

Ging heut'morgen übers Feld,
Tau noch auf den Gräsern hing;
Sprach zu mir der lust'ge Fink:
Ei, du! Gelt?
Guten morgen! Ei gelt? Du!
Wird's nicht eine schöne Welt?
Zink! Zink!
Schön und flink!
Wie mir doch die Welt gefällt!

Auch die Glockenblum' am Feld
Hat mir lustig, guter Ding'
Mit der Glöcken, klinge, kling,
Klinge, kling,
Ihren Morgengruss geschellt:
Wird's nicht eine schöne Welt?
Kling, kling!
Schönes Ding!
Wie mir doch die Welt gefällt!
Heia!

Und da fing im Sonnenschein
Gleich die Welt zu funkeln an;
Alles Ton und Farbe gewann
Im Sonnenschein!
Blum' und Vogel, Gross und Klein!
Guten Tag!
Ist's nicht eine schöne Welt?
Ei, du! Gelt?
Schöne Welt!

Nun fängt auch mein Glück wohl an?!
Nein! Nein!
Das ich mein'
Mir nimmer, nimmer blühen kann!

Lieder eines fahrenden gesellen © Gustav Mahler
Performed by Hidenori Komatsu

Wish you were here

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears, wish you were here.

© Pink Floyd

Lights in the sky

¿Qué puede iluminar una vela apagada? Tan sólo la imaginación de quien la contempla.

Música © George Winston

Sleep

Hear your heartbeat
Beat a frantic pace
And it's not even seven AM
You're feeling the rush of anguish settling
You cannot help showing them in
Hurry up then
Or you'll fall behind and
They will take control of you
And you need to heal the hurt behind your eyes
Fickle words crowding your mind

So
Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in
Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within
Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in
And carry you over to a new morning

Try as you might
You try to give it up
Seems to be holding on fast
It's hand in your hand
A shadow over you
A beggar for soul in your face
Still it don't mater if you won't listen
If you won't let them follow you
You just need to heal
Make good all your lies
Move on and don't look behind

So
Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in
Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within
Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in
And carry you over to a new morning

Day after day
Fickle visions messing with your head
Fickle, vicious
Sleeping in your bed
Messing with your head
Fickle visions
Fickle, vicious…

Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in
Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within
Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in
And carry you over to a new morning

© Poets of the fall

Enchantment

* The act of enchanting; the production of certain wonderful effects by the aid of demons, or the agency of supposed spirits; the use of magic arts, spells, or charms; incantation.
* The effect produced by the act; the state of being enchanted; as, to break an enchantment.
* That which captivates the heart and senses; an influence or power which fascinates or highly delights.

Music © Chris Spheeris & Paul Voudouris

Carpe Diem

"Si vives cada día de tu vida como si fuera el último, algún día realmente tendrás razón."

Steve Jobs

Música © Rodrigo Leao & Vox ensemble

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A great day for freedom

On the day the wall came down
They threw the locks onto the ground
And with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived

On the day the wall came down
The Ship of Fools had finally ran aground
Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight

I dreamed you had left my side
No warmth, not even pride remained
And even though you needed me
It was clear that I could not do a thing for you

Now life devalues day by day
As friends and neighbors turn away
And there's a change that, even with regret, cannot be undone

Now frontiers shift like desert sands
While nations wash their bloodied hands
Of loyalty, of history, in shades of grey

I woke to the sound of drums
The music played, the morning sun streamed in
I turned and I looked at you
And all but the bitter residues slipped away...slipped away

© Pink Floyd

Good old-fashioned lover boy

I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things
We can do the tango just for two
I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings
Be your valentino just for you

Ooh love - ooh loverboy
What're you doin' tonight, hey boy
Set my alarm, turn on my charm
That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy

Ooh let me feel your heartbeat (Grow faster, faster)
Ooh ooh can you feel my love heat
Come on and sit on my hot-seat of love
And tell me how do you feel right after all
I'd like for you and I to go romancing
Say the word - your wish is my command

Ooh love - ooh loverboy
What're you doin' tonight, hey boy
Write my letter
Feel much better
And use my fancy patter on the telephone

When I'm not with you
I think of you always
(I miss those long hot summer nights)
I miss you
When I'm not with you
Think of me always
Love you - love you

Hey boy where do you get it from
Hey boy where did you go?
I learned my passion in the good old fashioned school of loverboys

Dining at the Ritz we'll meet at nine precisely
One two three four five six seven eight nine o' clock
I will pay the bill, you taste the wine
Driving back in style, in my saloon will do quite nicely
Just take me back to yours that will be fine (Come on and get it)

Ooh love, (There he goes again just like a good old-fashioned lover boy)
Ooh loverboy
What're you doin' tonight, hey boy
Everything's all right
Just hold on tight
That's because I'm a good old-fashioned, fashioned lover boy

© Queen