Maio maduro Maio quem te pintou quem te quebrou o encanto nunca te amou raiava o sol já no sul e uma falua vinha lá de Istambul sempre depois da sesta chamando as flores era o dia da festa Maio de amores era o dia de cantar e uma falua andava ao longe a varar Maio com meu amigo quem dera já sempre no mês do trigo se cantará qu'importa a fúria do mar que a voz não te esmoreça vamos lutar numa rua comprida el rei-pastor vende o soro da vida que mata a dor anda ver, Maio nasceu que a voz não te esmoreça a turba rompeu
I won't say goodbye I don't want to use that exit line Please don't make me lie I have no excuse for you this time 'Cause sometimes (It's alright for a season) But then it's time to go
The verses of my life are moving past And so now the chorus I must hear I've got to define my life and times Before I can give you more than tears 'Cause sometimes (It's alright for a season) But then it's time to go
Your heart was stretched to the point of breaking Your tears are etched and your sorrow is waking
This complicated curse Causes you to freeze our love in time If I awaken that first It's only 'cause you lost yourself in mine Please don't let me see you cry 'Cause sometimes It's alright for a season But then it's time to go
En los últimos meses hemos asistido a la producción de diferentes documentales y películas, como la infumable "2012" del director Roland Emmerich e interpretada por John Cusack, referidos a una supuesta serie de catástrofes que provocarán el fin del mundo o al menos unos cambios de proporciones apocalípticas. En diversas tradiciones de culturas antiguas, como la maya o la hopi se indica que dicho año, más concretamente el 21 de diciembre, marcará un punto de inflexión, el final de una era. Mi abuelo paterno decía que el fin del mundo sólo llega para el que se muere, y yo creo que entretanto llega ese momento, podemos aprovechar y disfrutar de obras de arte como la película Baraka de Ron Fricke. Este tipo inició su andadura como fotógrafo en la primera película de la trilogía Qatsi de Godfrey Reggio, son películas documentales que unen exclusivamente imagen y música, aparentemente de forma casual (y gracias a la música minimalista de Philip Glass, de forma deliberadamente irritante).
Qatsi significa "vida" en la lengua hopi (de los nativos americanos), y la idea de las películas de Reggio es transmitir cómo la civilización que "disfrutamos" ahora altera continuamente el equilibrio con el medio ambiente.
Lo que nos encontramos con Baraka es un documental más ambicioso y, si se quiere, más "comercial" (dado todo lo comercial que puede ser un documental de 100 minutos en el que no se dice una palabra), se establece una línea argumental (la evolución de la Tierra y de la humanidad, la aparente fragilidad de la especie humana en contraste con las obras que ha realizado...) y la música de Michael Stearns constituye el complemento perfecto a cada una de las maravillosas imágenes que desfilan por nuestros ojos, ofreciéndonos una experiencia que en muchas ocasiones incluso parece que trasciende los sentidos de la vista y el oído.
En definitiva, Baraka representa la memoria y el legado de nuestro pequeño planeta y de los 6000 millones de seres que con mejor o peor suerte aún cabemos en él...
P.D.: Se me ocurre que la idea del fin del mundo no estaría mal para Roland Emmerich...
You know i can't tell the truth cause all i do is lie i feel like i'm laughing all the time but all i do is cry i wanna go to heaven yeh i wanna go to heaven but i don't wanna die i gave you it all child but i paid for that you walked away from me yeh you turned your back i wanna go to heaven yeh i wanna go to heaven but i don't wanna die i'll take what you can give me i'll use all i can use yeh i'm sleeping with my worries now i've nothin else to lose yeh i wanna go to heaven lord i wanna go to heaven but i don't wanna die.
FLEETWOOD MAC - BLACK MAGIC WOMAN (ENGLISH ROSE - 1968)
I got a Black Magic Woman. I got a Black Magic Woman. Yes, I got a Black Magic Woman, She's got me so blind I can't see; But she's a Black Magic Woman and she's trying to make a devil out of me.
Don't turn your back on me, baby. Don't turn your back on me, baby. Yes, don't turn your back on me, baby, Don't mess around with your tricks; Don't turn your back on me, baby, 'cause you might just wake up my magic sticks.
You got your spell on me, baby. You got your spell on me, baby. Yes, you got your spell on me, baby, Turnin' my heart into stone; I need you so bad, Magic Woman I can't leave you alone.
GARY MOORE - THE STORY OF THE BLUES (AFTER HOURS - 1992)
My baby she left me, my baby she's gone. My sweet little angel has spread her wings and flown. Can't think of a reason for going on. From this day I will play the blues.
She said it was over, this time it's the end. Bad luck and trouble gonna be my only friend. I still can't believe it, after all we've been through. Everyday I will play the blues.
Everybody knows what the blues is all about. It's a pain you can't live with. It's a woman you can't live without. She came from Chicago. She read me the news. In the headlines was a story of the blues.
They say a broken heart can always mend. Time is the healer and sadness will end. But I've done so much crying, when will I laugh again? Till that day I will play the blues.
Everybody knows what the blues is all about. It's a pain you can't live with. It's a woman you can't live without. Could have cried me a river when they told me the news. On that day was a story of the blues.
LED ZEPPELIN - TEA FOR ONE (PRESENCE - 1976)
How come twenty four hours, baby sometimes seem to slip into days? Oh twenty-four hours, baby sometimes seem to slip into days A minute seems like a lifetime, baby when I feel this way Sittin, lookin at the clock, time moves so slow I've been watchin for the hands to move Until I just can't look no more How come twenty four hours, baby sometimes seems to slip into days? A minute seems like a lifetime, baby when I feel this way.
To sing a song for you, I recall you used to say "Oh baby this one's for we two", which in the end is you anyway
How come twenty four hours, baby sometimes slip into days? A minute seems like a lifetime, baby when I feel this way.
There was a time that I stood tall, in the eyes of other men But by my own choice I left you woman, and now I can't get back again
How come twenty-four hours, sometimes slip into days? A minute seems like a lifetime, baby when I feel this way A minute seems like a lifetime When I feel this way...I feel this way
Pues sí...cosas que pasan de vez en cuando que surjan poemas de esta categoría y sensibilidad...Cuando Quimi Portet y Manolo García se separaron seguro que no imaginaron que nunca volverían a alcanzar estas cotas en sus respectivas carreras...
Al ritmo de tus días al flujo de tu tiempo, vela que dominas. Al vaivén que marcas caprichosa, amor, a tu calor, me arrimo.
Flor de pradera: de ti necesito. De tu esencia me impregné y ahora estoy atado a ti. y el sulfuroso reclamo es el deseo que por ti siento.
Deseo de tus noches mientras duermes, deseo de tu latir y de tu aliento, y al abrigo de tus besos adentrarme en un camino que tras de mí se borre.
Si tu bendita presencia es la ofrenda ante el altar, el agua de tu caudal es la querencia animal.
A este desbordado antojo, a este musgo de la roca donde me alojo. En el panal de tus cuevas puedo ocultarme y brotar, y en tus recónditas curvas puedo poblarte y amar, desde tu tobillo moreno al sonido de la trenza de tu largo pelo.
Probablemente la mejor versión de su canción estandarte, en el concierto de Wembley '85:
You get a shiver in the dark It's raining in the park but meantime South of the river you stop and you hold everything A band is blowing Dixie double four time You feel alright when you hear that music ring
You step inside but you don't see too many faces Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down Too much competition too many other places But not too many horns can make that sound Way on downsouth way on downsouth London town
You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing And an old guitar is all he can afford When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene He's got a daytime job he's doing alright He can play honky tonk just like anything Saving it up for Friday night With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing
And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles The don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band It ain't what they call rock and roll And the Sultans played Creole
And then the man he steps right up to the microphone And says at last just as the time bell rings 'Thank you goodnight now it's time to go home' and he makes it fast whith one more thing 'We are the Sultans of Swing'
El inicio de Money for Nothing es insuperable...(atención a la batería):
Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and chicks for free Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb Maybe get a blister on your little finger Maybe get a blister on your thumb
We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's
See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup Yeah buddy that's his own hair That little faggot got his own jet airplane That little faggot he's a millionaire
We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's
I shoulda learned to play the guitar I shoulda learned to play them drums Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera Man we could have some fun And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises? Bangin' on the bongoes like a chimpanzee That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Get your money for nothin' get your chicks for free
We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these colour TV's, Lord
Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and your chicks for free Money for nothin' and chicks for free
Su mejor época aquellos años 80, Mark Knopfler en plena forma (aunque ya con la incipiente calvicie...), donde eran realmente grandes, a pesar de lo que indicaran con su nombre (dire straits: tiempos difíciles):
Getting crazy on the waltzers but it's the life that I choose sing about the sixblade sing about the switchback and a torture tattoo and I been riding on a ghost train where the cars they scream and slam and I don't know where I'll be tonight but I'd always tell you where I am in a screaming ring of faces I seen her standing in the light she had a ticket for the races just like me she was a victim of the night I put a hand upon the lever said let it rock and let it roll I had the one arm bandit fever there was an arrow through my heart and my soul and the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above and I'm just high on the world come on and take a low ride with me girl on the tunnel of love it's just the danger when you're riding at your own risk she said you are the perfect stranger she said baby let's keep it like this it's just a cake walk twisting baby step right up and say hey mister give me two give me two cos any two can play and the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above and I'm just high on the world come on and take a low ride with me girl on the tunnel of love well it's been money for muscle another whirligig money for muscle and another girl I dig another hustle just to make it big and rockaway rockaway and girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did like the spanish city to me when we were kids oh girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did like the spanish city to me when we were kids she took off a silver locket she said remember me by this she put her hand in my pocket I got a keepsake and a kiss and in the roar of the dust and diesel I stood and watched her walk away I could have caught up with her easy enough but something must have made me stay and the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above and I'm just high on the world come on and take a low ride with me girl on the tunnel of love and now I'm searching through these carousels and the carnival arcades searching everywhere from steeplechase to palisades in any shooting gallery where promises are made to rockaway rockaway from cullercoats and whitley bay out to rockaway and girl it looks so pretty to me like it always did like the spanish city to me when we were kids girl it looks so pretty to me like it always did like the spanish city to me when we were kids
Here I go out to see again the sunshine fills my hair and dreams hang in the air Gulls in the sky and in my blue eyes you know it feels unfair there's magic everywhere
Look at me standing here on my own again up straight in the sunshine
No need to run and hide it's a wonderful, wonderful life No need to laugh and cry it's a wonderful, wonderful life
Sun in your eyes the heat is in your hair they seem to hate you because you're there and I need a friend Oh, I need a friend to make me happy not stand here on my own
Look at me standing here on my own again up straight in the sunshine
No need to run and hide it's a wonderful, wonderful life No need to laugh and cry it's a wonderful, wonderful life
I need a friend oh, I need friend to make me happy not so alone....... Look at me here here on my own again up straight in the sunshine
No need to run and hide it's a wonderful, wonderful life No need to laugh and cry it's a wonderful, wonderful life
No need to run and hide it's a wonderful, wonderful life No need to run and hide it's a wonderful, wonderful life wonderful life, wonderful life
You don't believe me I can tell it by your eyes
There's a kind of magic to be had from your lies. I used to say that today is like tomorrow
Don't sell it short for truth. I should have known I should have known should have known how
I should have known I should have known by now but now Everything is coming up roses everything is coming up roses.
You don't understand it I can tell it by your smile
There's a kind of freedom to be had from your lies. I always said that today is like tomorrow
Don't sell it short for truth.
I should have known I should have known should have known how
Everything is coming up roses everything is coming up coming up
Everything is coming up roses.
Everything is coming up roses everything is coming up roses
Everything is coming up roses everything is coming up coming up
Everything is coming up roses.
I think my heart must be made of clay, 'cause everyone said it would be broken someday. And now I've come to that fateful day, so I sit on the floor with my head in my hands. And don't tell me how to make it pay, I write a new song every day. I just wish I was made of wood, I might not feel pain, even if I should, even if I should, if I should. The sweetest smile that ever did melt the pats in the butter dish, and if you could have believed in me, I swear to God I'd have made damn sure. Our hearts were warm, and glad with wine. I'd keep the doors locked all the time. I just wish I was made of wood, You might not seem glad, even if you should, even if you should, if you should, if you should, if you should. (solo) I think my heart must be made of clay, 'cause everyone said it would be broken someday. Seems like I have come to that fateful day, so I sit on the floor with my head in my hands, with my head in my hands. If I should, if I should, if I should, uh if I should.
Many girls have come to you With a line that was untrue And you just passed them by
And now your innocent to whim And their lies don't mean a thing Why don't you let me drive
I don't need a diamond ring Cause you prove your love to me when you say Sweet and mellow
La la la la la la la la la means I love you La la la la la la la la la means I love you
Never thought I'd meet a boy Who could bring me so much joy You are the one for me
But let me take you in my arms Surround you with my charms I'm sure that you will see
The things that I'm saying are true This is the way that I explain them you Listen to me
La la la la la la la la la means I love you La la la la la la la la la means I love you The things that I'm saying are true Now I'd bet to spend my whole life through Loving you Can't you hear me
La la la la la la la la la means I love you La la la la la la la la la means I love you
La la la la la la la la la means I love you La la la la la la la la la means I love you
Love can make you weep can make you run for cover. Roots that spread so deep bring life to frozen ground. Something so strong could carry us away Something so strong could carry us today. Turning in my sleep love can leave you cold The taste of jealousy is like a lust for gold. Something so strong could carry us away Something so strong could carry us today. I've been feeling so much older Frame me and hang me on the wall. I've seen you fall into the same trap This thing is happening to us all. Something so strong could carry us away Something so strong could carry us today. Something so strong something so strong Something so strong something so strong
