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Caramel It won't do to dream of caramel, to think of cinnamon and long for you. It won't do to stir a deep desire, to fan a hidden fire that can never burn true. I know your name, I know your skin, I know the way these things begin; But I don't know how I would live with myself, what I'd forgive of myself if you don't go. So goodbye, sweet appetite, no single bite could satisfy... I know your name, I know your skin, I know the way these things begin; But I don't know what I would give of myself, how I would live with myself if you don't go. It won't do to dream of caramel, to think of cinnamon and long for you. |
Desde que el agua el libre, Libre entre manantiles vive, jazmines an llorao, y yo no comprendo como en tus ojos nińa solo hay desierto. Hermosa era la tarde, cuando entre los olivos nadie, nadie vio como yo a ti te quise, como te quiero. Hoy los olivos duermen y yo no duermo. No habra nadie en el mundo que cure la herida que dejo tu orgullo, yo no comprendo que tu me lastimes con todo todo el amor que tu me diste. Pá cuando tu volvieras, pensé en cantarte coplas viejas, esas que hablan de amores y del sufrimiento, cuando tu vuelvas nińa, te como a besos. y volaremos alto donde las nubes van despacio. despacio va mi boca sobre tu cuerpo, tan lento que seguro se pare el tiempo. No habra nadie en el mundo que cure la herida que dejo tu orgullo, yo no comprendo que tu me lastimes con todo todo el amor que tu me diste. Nemati nikog na svijetu... dok spavaju masline, ona ne spava... djevojka s pustinjom u očima... a dok ljubi, usnama zaustavlja vrijeme.. |
Strahovi izviru iz zidova, zatežu me kao strune dok zurim kroz staklo zidovi se u svakom plesu množe gledam vani kišu pogledom prodirem kroz oluju, ti ploviš na podivljalim valovima, sklanjaš se u sigurnu luku. kako žaliti za sve izrečeno? tražiš uzbuđenja, slobodan kao ptica.... Strahovi izviru iz zidova, zatežu me kao strune dok zurim kroz staklo zidovi se u svakom plesu množe odjednom kucanje na vratima, ustajem, puštam te u sobu. od puta si u ožiljcima i mokar do gole kože. zaželim ti dobrodošlicu: dragi -konačno si ovdje, uđi i ogrij se uz vatru, što je bilo-prošlo je. sve je tako tužno, tužno. tako je tužno. Strahovi izviru iz zidova, zatežu me kao strune dok zurim kroz staklo zidovi se u svakom plesu množe dok gledam vani kišu pogledom prodirem kroz oluju. gledam unatrag, gledam u budućnost, letim uvis i ponirem- što si na putovanjima pronašao? sve je tako tužno, tužno. jer, što si na putovanjima pronašao? tako je tužno. ----- Strum me hard, strum me fast, Fears sure built into every wall. Looking hard through the glass, Fears sure built in with every waltz. Looking out at the rain Looking in through the storm. Treading the waves, Come in from harm. How could you regret your other words ... Hoping for thrills — free as a bird ... Strum me hard, strum me fast, Fears sure built into every wall. Looking hard through the glass, Fears sure built in with every waltz. There's a knock at the door, I get up — let you in. Travelled and stained, Soaked to the skin. Welcome my darling, you got here at last ... Come and sit by the fire — forget what's past. So sad, so sad, So sad, so sad. Strum me hard, strum me fast, Fears sure built into every wall. Looking hard through the glass, Fears sure built in with every waltz. Looking out at the rain Looking in through the storm. Looking back, looking forward, Flying up, flying down — What have you found ? So sad, so sad What have you found ? So sad, so sad What have you found ? So sad, so sad What have you found ? So sad, so sad. Album iz 1981. Opasna poznanstva ("Dangerous Acquaintances") , takvo je bilo njezino s Mickom Jaggerom, ali i jedno još opasnije, s heroinom. Ipak, nikad ne bi dobila ovako bogat glas... |
Hated by all and everywhere he goes Blazing contempt for human life and lies Murder as art and what he knows he knows from life and fear in other people's eyes Crazy love is all around me Love is crazy love is kind But I know somehow you'll find me Love is crazy love is blind She walks the boulevard without a care Knowing too much but having come so far Pretending life is just a game you play for nothing Loving no-one and no-where Crazy love is all around me Love goes crazy given time But I know somehow you'll find me Love is crazy love is blind She looks as if expecting a surprise Maybe an encounter that will change her life Not knowing hot from cold or good for bad If life is just a joke or if it makes her sad Crazy love is all around me Love is crazy love is kind But I know somehow you'll find me Love is crazy love is blind Crazy love is all around me Love goes crazy given time But I know somehow you'll find me Love is crazy love is blind (album "Before the Poison", 2004. u suradnji s N.Caveom) Godinama sam mislio da joj je to umjetničko ime, nešto kao Marija Vjere Prepuna, ali vraga! Sve je na njoj bilo, jest pravo, originalno, baš kao i ona, Engleskinja, aristokratkinja, umjetnica... Rođena 1946., oduvijek je pokazivala umjetničko i mazohističko (majka joj je rođena Sacher-Masoch, a pra-pradjed po majci- onaj po kojemu je mazohizam dobio ime), baronesa s korijenima Habsburga... Marianne je uistinu Vjerna Marianne, jer je bila groupie cijelom bandu Rolling Stones, spavala sa svima, bila Jaggeru muza (i obrnuto). Probala je baš sve, čak uspješno i glumila, no ja ću je uvijek pamtiti po pjesmama As Tears Go By i po Ballad of Lucy Jordan |
Dixa'm morrę ta sonhá Na sombra di odjo magoado Duma pequena gentil Di corpo perfumado Assim dixa'm môrré ô flor Na sombra di bô odjinho Dixa'm morré ta sonhá Assim cuma pomba na sę ninho Si pomba é feliz na sę ninho A mim também mi é feliz Na sombra di odjo ma carinho Di Miss Perfumado kad nestane ljeta, u maglovitu jesen, na spomen lubenica- zavrtim ovu pjesmu za ljeto, i za Kraljicu lubenica.... this's for you, Sue. |
'm a fool to want you I'm a fool to want you To want a love that can't be true A love that's there for others too I'm a fool to hold you Such a fool to hold you To seek a kiss not mine alone To share a kiss that Devil has known Time and time again I said I'd leave you Time and time again I went away But then would come the time when I would need you And once again these words I had to say Take me back, I love you ...I need you I know it's wrong, it must be wrong But right or wrong I can't get along Without you Eleanora Fagan Gough,aka Billie Holiday (1915.-1959.), prostitutka, biseksualka, ovisnica o drogama i muškarcima... poznata je njezina uzrečica "A kiss that is never tasted, is forever wasted." istinito, ali nevažno...najvažnije, bila i ostaje gospodarica bluesa, majka Janis Joplin i Nine Simone. ipak, oprez! slušanje Sunday is gloomy u njezinoj verziji je blues overdose. |
You've got me going, for all your lies You've got me going, the hoop is wide I keep believing, and what have I gained? I've played you forever. So play me again. You've got me running, all over town You've got me running, so deep am I bound To talk of love is only to flatter Play me again Please play me again In the night time's wandering, that's where I hide For in its blush I am alive Searching for your light Searching for you light In the beginning, the word is hot Now I see the ruin, but I can't stop For I'm so sentimental Play me again Play me again Play me again Play me again, let me fall through your hands Tanita Tikaram (rođ.1969.), glasom i licem ženski Elvis, bijela Tracy Chapman, egzotična po svemu, rođena u Njemačkoj, odrasla u Engleskoj, majka Malezijka, otac s pacifičkog otoka Fiji, s 19 godina bila na Billboard-ovim top listama (Twist in my sobriety)..... |
Uspavanka za Šu. In the forest, is a monster It has done terrible things So in the wood, it's hiding And this is the song it sings Who will love me now? Who will ever love me? Who will say to me "You are my desire, I set you free?" (Who will love me now?) Who will forgive and make me live again? Who will bring me back to the world again? In the forest, is a monster And it looks so very much like me Will someone hear me singing? Please save me, please rescue me! Who will love me now? Who will ever love me? Who will say to me "You are my desire, I set you free?" (Who will love me now?) (PJ, ne znajući, pjeva o Moru, vukodlaku Đure Sudete; o Moru, koji pjeva o Šu (hint: lektira za osnovnoškolce). |
As far as my eyes can see There are shadows approaching me And to those I left behind I wanted you to know You've always shared my deepest thoughts You follow where I go And oh when I'm old and wise BItter words mean little to me Autumn winds will blow right through me And someday in the mist of time When they asked me if I knew you I'd smile and say you were a friend of mine And the sadness would be lifted from my eyes Oh when I'm old and wise As far as my eyes can see There are shadows surrounding me And to those I leave behind I want you all to know You've always shared my darkest hours I'll miss you when I go And oh, when I'm old and wise Heavy words that tossed and blew me Like autumn winds will blow right through me And someday in the mist of time When they ask you if you knew me Remember that you were a friend of mine As the final curtain falls before my eyes Oh when I'm old and wise As far as my eyes can see dokle god mi pogled dopire vidim sjenke kako mi prilaze onima koje ostavljam kažem želim da se zna uvijek ste bili u najdubljim mislima slijedili me a kad budem mudar i star teške me riječi promaše jesenji vjetar me propuše i jednom, u magli vremena kad me upitaju jesmo li se poznavali nasmiješit ću se i reći bili smo prijatelji i tuga će mi iz očiju nestati kad budem mudar i star dokle god mi pogled dopire vidim sjenku koja me okružuje onima koje ostavljam kažem da svi znate bili ste uz moje najcrnje sate kad odem, nedostajat ćete a kad budem mudar i star teške će riječi- što su me nekad dizale i bacale- kao jesenji vjetar proći kroz mene i jednom, u magli vremena kad vas pitaju jesmo li se poznavali sjetite se, bili ste mi prijatelji dok se pred očima konačna zavjesa namiče kad budem mudar i star |
čim ostanem sama sa sobom vrag zaluta u moju dušu pa samoj sebi glumim izlazim van odlazim do starog krajputaša uz cestu luđački očekujući da ti budeš tamo da znaš kako te čekam dođi! dođi! odmah mi dođi! dođi! dođi u noći bez Mjeseca jer cijelo moje biće žudi u čežnji čežnjom žudi i ono što me prije radovalo sad se čini nevažnim nevažno As soon as I'm left alone The devil wanders into my soul And I pretend to myself... I go out To the old milestone Insanely expecting You to come there Knowing that I wait for you there That I wait for you there Come!Come! Come here at once! Come!Come! On a night with no moon Because all of my being is now in pining All of my being is now in pining What formerly had cheered˙ me Now seems insignificant, insignificant Polly Jean Harvey (r.9.10.1969.) crni vrag soul-rock glazbe, kantautorica i žena kojoj je Cave napisao Into My Arms |
(Elena Terleeva iz filma "Mi smo iz budućnosti", 2008.) ruski pop, je, kao i ruski film, neki nepoznati ocean za ovog,starijeg mene... on-line pogledajte ovdje IMDb Daleko smo od Ale Pugačeve, ruske vojne glazbe, folklora i američke šećerne glazure Živaga; a opet, jezik je blizak, muzika univerzalna... |
Jesam rekao da se ciklički vraćam jezicima? odnedavno u glavi Cvjetajeva, toplina ruskog na jeziku, slavenska slutnja i šarenilo babuški... a najšarenije u svemu ruskom su ruski Cigani. Andro verdan drukos nane Man pirani shukar nane Loli phabay prechinava hop hop hop Yepash tuke yepash˙ mange hop hop hop Tai la, la, lai Tai la, la, lai – hop, hop, hop |
Priznajem, previše vremena provodim, skoro da živim na YouTube oceanu. Ova prastara gay posveta ljubavniku (koji je 1993. umro od side), začudo savršeno funkcionira kao heteroseksualna himna, upućena ženi, ženama… univerzalnost poezije i glazbe. |
"Winter" Snow can wait I forgot my mittens Wipe my nose Get my new boots on I get a little warm in my heart When I think of winter I put my hand in my father's glove I run off Where the drifts get deeper Sleeping beauty trips me with a frown I hear a voice "Your must learn to stand up for yourself Cause I can't always be around" He says When you gonna make up your mind When you gonna love you as much as I do When you gonna make up your mind Cause things are gonna change so fast All the white horses are still in bed I tell you that I'll always want you near You say that things change my dear Boys get discovered as winter melts Flowers competing for the sun Years go by and I'm here still waiting Withering where some snowman was Mirror mirror where's the crystal palace But I only can see myself Skating around the truth who I am But I know dad the ice is getting thin When you gonna make up your mind When you gonna love you as much as I do When you gonna make up your mind Cause things are gonna change so fast All the white horses are still in bed I tell you that I'll always want you near You say that things change my dear Hair is grey And the fires are burning So many dreams On the shelf You say I wanted you to be proud of me I always wanted that myself He says When you gonna make up your mind When you gonna love you as much as I do When you gonna make up your mind Cause things are gonna change so fast All the white horses have gone ahead I tell you that I'll always want you near You say that things change My dear Jedno od mojih lica, najmanje patetično u svoj ogoljenosti....Myra Ellen Amos, aka Tori Amos (47). |
Birds flying high you know how I feel Sun in the sky you know how I feel Breeze driftin' on by you know how I feel It's a new dawn It's a new day It's a new life For me And I'm feeling good Fish in the sea you know how I feel River running free you know how I feel Blossom on the tree you know how I feel Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don't you know Butterflies all havin' fun you know what I mean Sleep in peace when day is done That's what I mean And this old world is a new world And a bold world For me Stars when you shine you know how I feel Scent of the pine you know how I feel Oh freedom is mine And I know how I feel Možda starim, ali svaka obrada Nine Simon je tek blijeda kopija, a/ali ovaj cover grupe MUSE proglašen je najboljim coverom svih vremena. O vremena, o običaji! |
Židovski, španjolski i turski korijeni odredili su Yasmin Levy za idealnu interpretatoricu glazbenog pravca koji spaja Afriku, Aziju, Sefarde, Maure... judeolatino ili kraće, ladino. Recuerdo tu imajen alejandose La tierra se hundia bajo mis pies Fui cayendome al abismo / vacio Sin poderme agarrar a la vida Como pude imaginarme Que tenia algo que darte Yo en mi madurez Y tu en tu plena juventud El tiempo no engana los anos no perdonan Solo te ruego que me des Una noche de amor Solo pido una noche mas Que me vuelvas a enganar Te maldigo para que no puedas llorar Que tu corazon se vuelva piedra Que tu alma pierda su alegria A la vez que mi cuerpo emvejece Yo seguire reviviendo Los momentos que tuvimos La memoria es lo unico que me queda Ni tu, te la puedes llevar |
kroz šume, smrznute pustopoljine, pored snijegom urešenog raslinja pravim ležaj ispod plutajućih oblaka i spavam pod rastopljenim nebom, šapćem sva tvoja imena; ne znam ni gdje si, ali negdje, negdje jesi ispod ovog divljeg usamljenog Sunca, a ja pun ljubavi, čuđenja, tobom očaran, nemam trajnog sjećanja; nema tu buđenja, užarenog srca, ni Amorovih strijela, tek slabašni osjećaj, titraj izdaleka, za koji se grčevito držim dok se ludo vrtimo među zvijezdama, pun sam ljubavi, čuđenja, tobom očaran, onda me povjetarac dovede svijesti, dižem se s rosom, snijeg se pretvara u potoke svjetla, ljubičasti vrijesak cvjeta pa raste ispočetka, zovem te imenom, a ne znam gdje si... ali nekako, negdje, nekada jesi ispod ovog divljeg odbačenog Sunca Nick Cave: Spell (album Orfejeva lira) Through the woods, and frosted moors Past the snow-caked hedgerows I Bed down upon the drifting snow Sleep beneath the melting sky I whisper all your names I know not where you are But somewhere, somewhere, somewhere here Upon this wild abandoned star And I'm full of love And I'm full of wonder And I'm full of love And I'm falling under Your spell I have no abiding memory No awakening, no flaming dart No word of consolation No arrow through my heart Only a feeble notion A glimmer from afar That I cling to with my fingers As we go spinning wildly through the stars And I'm full of love And I'm full of wonder And I'm full of love And I'm falling under Your spell The wind lifts me to my senses I rise up with the dew The snow turns to streams of light The purple heather grows anew I call you by your name I know not where you are But somehow, somewhere, sometime soon Upon this wild abandoned star And I'm full of love And I'm full of wonder And I'm full of love And I'm falling under Your spell |