Orphans

Brawlers

Não são muitos os que conseguem conviver com fantasmas, o número fica menor quando se fala em conviver bem com eles. A maioria simplestemente ignora ou faz que ignora. Ouvindo Going to a town (Rufus Wainwright), por alguma razão descubro mais ainda como eles andam conosco, os dos mortos e os dos vivos também. Por isso que quando seguro o encarte de Orphans (2006) e olho a fotografia da capa vejo que eu poderia ser aquele que está em primeiro plano, mas também (ou principalmente) poderia ser um daqueles vultos ao lado daquelas mobílias num canto da garagem. Eles gritam mas não podem ser escutados. Já o homem em primeiro plano nada diz, mas todos o escutam. Aquelas músicas incrivelmente são cantadas por ele. Inclusive a do fim da América. Road to peace. Esse, acho, é o disco de e por alguns anos.

O mundo traduzido: lichtenstein 2

- ... but it's helpless!

O mundo traduzido: punch the clock

- Olhe pra mim quando

eu tiver falando contigo!

O mundo traduzido: lichtenstein 1

-Não me interessa,

prefiro afundar a gritar

pelo nome de Bruno.

Chelsea Hotel #2

Leonard Cohen

(we are ugly but we have the music)

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,

you were talking so brave and so sweet,

giving me head on the unmade bed,

while the limousines wait in the street.

Those were the reasons and that was New York,

we were running for the money and the flesh.

And that was called love for the workers in song

probably still is for those of them left.

Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,

you just turned your back on the crowd,

you got away, I never once heard you say,

I need you, I don't need you, I need you,

I don't need you and all of that jiving around.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel

you were famous, your heart was a legend.

You told me again you preferred handsome men

but for me you would make an exception.

And clenching your fist for the ones like us

who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,

you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,

we are ugly but we have the music."

And then you got away, didn't you babe...

I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best,

I can't keep track of each fallen robin.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel, that's all,

I don't even think of you that often.

Is There Life After Breakfast?

Ray Davies

Lift yourself out of the doldrums

Make yourself a cuppa tea

Drag your emotions out of the gutter

Don't wallow in self pity

When you wake up, all of a fluster

Thinking life has passed you by

Give yourself a kick up the backside

Jump out of bed and punch the sky

Is there life after breakfast

Full of possibilities

Is there life after breakfast?

Yes there is, after breakfast

So don't live in agony

Is there life after breakfast?

Yes there is, after breakfast

Cheer up some, put on the kettle

There's no point in being down[?]

Make your mind up, try to forget her

Boil the tea and I'll be [?]

Is there life after breakfast?

Yes there is, after breakfast

So don't live in agony

Is there life after breakfast?

Yes there is, after breakfast

After breakfast

Life after breakfast

After breakfast

Just because all of the plumbing

Isn't all it used to be

Turn the tap, see, a little bit's coming

That must make you feel relieved

Don't turn into a total embarrassment

To your friends and family

Get out of bed, the whole day's ahead

So take the pills and drink your tea

Is there life after breakfast

Full of possibilities

Is there life after breakfast?

Yes there is, after breakfast

So don't be so depressive

Is there life after breakfast?

Yes there is, after breakfast

Is there life after breakfast

Full of possibilities

Is there life after breakfast?

Yes there is, after breakfast

Is there life after breakfast?

Is there life after breakfast?

Put the kettle on, mate

One

Harry Nilsson

One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do

two can be as bad as one

it's the loneliest number since the number one

No is the saddest experience you'll ever know

yes it's the saddest experience you'll ever know

because one is the loneliest number that you'll ever do

one is the loneliest number that you'll ever know

It's just no good anymore since you went away

now I spend my time

just making rhymes of yesterday

Because one is the loneliest number

that you'll ever doone is the loneliest number

that you'll ever know

One is the loneliest number

one is the loneliest number

one is the loneliest number

that you'll ever doone is the loneliest number

much, much worse than two

One is the number divided by two

One, One is the loneliest number

Many rivers to cross

Jimmy Cliff

Many rivers to cross

But I can`t seem to find my way over

Wandering I am lost as I travel along

The white cliffs of Dover

Many rivers to cross and it`s only my will

That keeps me alive

I`ve been licked, washed up for years and

I merely survive because of my pride.

And this loneliness won`t leave me alone

It`s such a drag to be on your own

My woman left and she didn't say why

Well I guess I have to try.

Many rivers to cross but just where to begin

I`m playing for time

There`ll be times I find myself thinking

Of committing some dreadful crime.

I`ve got many rivers to cross

But I can`t seem to find my way over

Wandering I am lost as I travel along

The white cliffs of Dover

Many rivers to cross and it`s only my will

That keeps me alive

I`ve been licked, washed up for years and,

I merely survive because of my pride.

Sound & Vision, Vision

Carla Bruni

cf. L'excessive

Vision + Sound

Portishead

cf. Cowboys

Sound + Vision

Françoise Hardy

cf. Meme sous la pluie

Sound + Vision

Feist

cf. I feel it all