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30.09.2010., četvrtak

Nick Cave: The curse of Millhaven

volim Caveovu poeziju, dubinu i osjećajnost, naraciju... njegove balade posebno. Ali, ima dana, posebno u provincijskom gradiću, kad zbog frustracija na poslu i na ulici čovjek poželi sve zapaliti..... barem glasom i energijom Nicka Cavea.

"The Curse Of Millhaven"

I live in a town called Millhaven
And it's small and it's mean and it's cold
But if you come around just as the sun goes down
You can watch the whole town turn to gold
It's around about then that I used to go a-roaming
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die
My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie
I'm closing in on my fifteenth year
And if you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green
Then you sure didn't see them around here
My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing
La la la la La la la lie
Mama often told me we all got to die
You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven
How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home
They found him next week in One Mile Creek
His head bashed in and his pockets full of stones
Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning
La la la la La la la lie
Even little Billy Blake's boy, he had to die
Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High
Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier
Then next day the old fool brought little Biko to school
And we all had to watch as he buried her
His eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing
La la la la La la la lie
Even God's little creatures, they have to die
Our little town fell into a state of shock
A lot of people were saying things that made little sense
Then the next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe
Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence
Foul play can really get a small town going
La la la la La la la lie
Even God's children all have to die
Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs Colgate
Was stabbed but the job was not complete
The last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead
Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!"
Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning
La la la la La la la lie
The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta die
Yes, it is I, Lottie. The Curse Of Millhaven
I've struck horror in the heart of this town
Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow
It's more like the other way around
I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming
La la la la La la la lie
Sooner or later we all gotta die
Since I was no bigger than a weavil they've been saying I was evil
That if "bad" was a boot that I'd fit it
That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately
O fuck it! I'm a monster! I admit it!
It makes me so mad my blood really starts a-going
La la la la La la la lie
Mama always told me that we all gotta die
Yeah, I drowned the Blakey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit
Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed
But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos
Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head
I'll sing to the lot, now you got me going
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children have all gotta die
There were all the others, all our sisters and brothers
You assumed were accidents, best forgotten
Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo?
Everyone assumed the "Warning" signs had followed them to the bottom
Well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing
La la la la La la la lie
Even twenty little children, they had to die
And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum
There was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen
Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued
All cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline
Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing
La la la la La la la lie
Rich man, poor man, all got to die
Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial
I was laughing when they took me away
Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah
It ain't home, but you know, it's fucking better than jail
It ain't such bad old place to have a home in
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die
Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests
I keep telling them they're out to get me
They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course!
There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!"
So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all have to die
La la la la La la la lie
I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie
Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they gotta die

PS. A ova frustrirana (zlatokosa?) tinejdžerka Lottie, eh, njezin gnjev je lako razumjeti.

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28.09.2010., utorak

Gloria Estefan: No llores!

Srećom pa ima i pop muzike, koja veseli, diže raspoloženje, makar i zapovjednim tonom (no llores!). A vječna Gloria E. (zajedno s vrhunskim gitaristima Carlosom Santanom i Joseom Felicianom) tu je nenadmašna.

"No Llores"

No llores, no llores, no llores, no llores
Si vas a entregar el alma
Hazlo libre de temores
Si del amor mucho se aprende
Se aprende más de los errors, ay!
Ay! No llores, no llores, no llores, no llores
Deja de llorar, deja de llorar, deja de llorar
Ay! no llores, no, no que va
Deja de sufrir y suelta los temores
Ay, no llores
Si un día no me quisieras
Dilo de frente y sin traiciones
Toda la dicha que vivimos
Se queda en nuestros corazones
No llores, no llores, no llores, no llores
Hay no llores por mí, mi amor
No llores por mí, no llores por mí, no llores más
Eh! No llores por mí
No, no llores
El día que yo me muera
No quiero que me manden flores
Lo que me des, dámelo en vida
No habrá razón pa' que me llores
No llores, no llores, no llores, no llores
Ay No llores, no llores por mí
No hay razón para que llores así
No te preocupes deja el llanto y escucha mi canto que dice así
No llores por mí, sólo por mí
Si no disfrutas de la vida,
Nunca podrás ser feliz
No llores por mí, sólo por mí
Que la vida es muy corta, pa' seguir
Sufriendo así
Ay no llores, no llores, no llores más
Ay la vida es pa' gozarla na' más
Oye mi amor lo que yo quiero es
Tu me digas que tu a mi no me vas a
Llorar jamás, eh, eh

Uz puno živahnog ponavljanja (Salsa!) Gloria konačno kaže kako je život prekratak da bismo za nekim, nečim, bilo čim tugovali; uživajmo u životu, to je stoput bolje od suza, od plača. Ay, no llores!

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26.09.2010., nedjelja

Mariza- Minh alma (moja duša)

Alma ai! Minh' Alma
Diz-me quem eu sou
Alma ai! Minh' Alma
Diz-me para onde vou

Lisboa vem namorar-me lá vou eu
Pelas ruas do passado a correr
O meu fado é o futuro mas eu juro
Meu amor
Que namoro o meu passado
Sem lhe dizer para onde vou

Alma ai! Minh' Alma
Diz-me quem eu sou
Alma ai! Minh' Alma
Diz-me para onde vou

Quando saio de ao pé de mim eu sou o mar
Doutras terras, doutras gentes que năo vi
O meu canto é o meu sonho năo morreu
Meu amor
Meu amor eu sou o povo
Sou mais longe do que eu

Alma ai! Minh' Alma
Diz-me quem eu sou
Alma ai! Minh' Alma
Diz-me para onde vou

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22.09.2010., srijeda

Concha Buika: Mi nińa Lola

Dime porque tienes carita de pena
Que tiene mi nińa siendo santa y buena
Cuéntale a tu padre lo que a ti te pasa
Dime lo que tienes reina de mi casa

Tu madre la pobre no se donde esta
Dime lo que tienes, dime lo que tienes
Dime lo que tienes, dime la verdad

Mi nińa lola, mi nińa lola
Ya no tiene la carita del color de la amapola
Mi nińa lola, mi nińa lola
Ya no tiene la carita del color de la amapola

Tu no me ocultes tu pena
Pena de tu corazón
Cuéntame tu amargura
Pa consolártela yo

Mi nińa lola, mi nińa lola
Se le ha puesto la carita del color de la amapola
Mi nińa lola, mi nińa lola
Se le ha puesto la carita del color de la amapola

Siempre que te miro mi nińa bonita
Le rezo a la virgen que esta en la ermita
Cuéntale a tu padre lo que te ha pasao
Dime si algún hombre a ti te ha engańao
Nińa de mi alma no me llores mas
Dime lo que tienes, dime lo que tienes
Dime lo que tienes, dime la verdad

Mi nińa lola, mi nińa lola
Mientras que viva tu padre no estas en el mundo sola
Mi nińa lola, mi nińa lola
Mientras que viva tu padre no estas en el mundo sola
Mi nińa lola, mi nińa lola
Mientras que viva tu padre no estas en el mundo sola
Mi nińa lola, mi nińa lola
Mientras que viva tu padre no estas en el mundo sola

O djevojci tamne kože pjeva još jedna Afrikanka, Concha Buika, porijeklom iz Ekvatorijalne Gvineje (jedna od 3 španjolske kolonije u Africi, uz gradove Ceutu/Melillu i Španjolsku Saharu). Meni treći najdraži cvijet španjolskog/ portugalskog jezika Afrike (Cesaria Evora, Zelenortski otoci, Mariza -Mozambik). Buika je odrasla u ciganskom getu Palma de Mallorce, uz neizbježni flamenco. Dok nije otkrila svoju vlastitu fuziju Afrike, flamenca, soula i jazza, toliko je vjerno imitirala pjevanje Tine Turner, da je zarađivala po kazinima Las Vegasa kao ženski Elvis. Ako me odnesu Cigani čergari, neka to bude Njezino pleme.

Kad pjeva, ona ne skriva svoju bol. Tu no me ocultes tu pena, pena de tu corazon

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15.09.2010., srijeda

"Flamenco"- film Carlosa Saure

U flamencu petenera ima 4 stiha, koji probadaju...navodno je stil dobio ime po pjevačici iz Andaluzije,ali vjerojatnija je teorija o sefardskim Židovima i opet Židovima Balkana.Petenera je simbol žene-prokletstva za muškarce.

Sentenciado estoy a muerte si me ven hablar contigo
ya pueden los matadores mare de mi corazon
ya pueden los matadores a prevenir los cuchillos
sentenciado estoy a muerte si me ven hablar contigo
ay! firme yo como la piedra tanto tormento y dolor
para que yo no lo sintiera companera de mis carnes,
ay! ara que yo no lo sintiera ceidas en el corazon
ay! es menester que tuviera

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14.09.2010., utorak

Dire Straits: Brothers in arms

Zapitate li se ponekad, ako već ne često, što znače svi ti (strani, najčešće engleski) nazivi bendova? O čemu govore ti naslovi pjesama, stihovi? Dire Straits su, recimo, Scille i Haribde, da prevedem na Hrvatima, s glavom u guzici Vatikana, razumljiv jezik; prahrvatski dakle latinski. No, i u engleski je strait (najčešće uski morski prolaz, moreuz; rjeđe, tijesan, ograničen,težak) došao iz latinskog strictus, danas uglavnom u smislu 'strogo', 'striktno'. Što sam htio reći? Braća po oružju su, ne samo za Dire Straits, već i mene i neke moje obeshrabrene, od previše pogrešnih, krivih i loših riječi posustale prijatelje - braća po peru. A kako je pero moćnije od mača (tko se mača laća; tko se pera laća završi u perju, perini?) ....

Uglavnom, za svu braću po pernatom oružju: peace, brothers!
Ostali, piss off!

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