The Best Songs In The World #40 - Led Zeppelin - "The Rain Song"

This album - "Houses of the Holy", 1973 - was just remastered, and the new mix really brought out the subleteties of the song. This is a ballad, something not so usual in Led Zeppellin, and looks like the inspiration came from George Harrison and "Something". Robert Plant thinks this is one his best vocals.



This is the springtime of my loving
The second season I am to know
You are the sunlight in my growing
So little warmth I've felt before
It isn't hard to feel me glowing
I watched the fire that grew so low

It is the summer of my smiles
Flee from me keepers of the gloom
Speak to me only with your eyes
It is to you, I give this tune
Ain't so hard to recognize
These things are clear to all from time to time

Talk, talk, talk, talk
I've felt the coldness of my winter
I never thought it would ever go
I cursed the gloom that set upon us, upon us, upon us
But I know that I love you so
Oh, but I know that I love you so

These are the seasons of emotion
And like the winds they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion
I see the torch we all must hold
This is the mystery of the quotient
Upon us all, a little rain must fal

The Best Songs in the World #39 . Peter Hammill, "The Comet, The Course, The Tail"

I will continue to dig in the dust to bring to the light forgotten and invaluable gems, be assured.

This time it is the operatic singer and composer of Van Der Graaf (Generator) from its 1974 album, "In Camera", with a powerful and disturbing lyric.



They say we are endowed with Free Will -*
At least that justifies our need for indecision.
But between our insticts and the lust to kill
We bow our heads in submission.
They say that no man is an island
But then they say our castles are our homes;
It's felt the choice is ours, between peace and violence...
Oh, yes, we choose, alone?

While the comet spreads its tail across the sky
It nowhere near defines the course it flies,
Nor does it find its own direction.

Though the path of the comet be sure,
Its constitution is not
So its meaning is possibly more
Than the tracing of a tail
In one brief shot at glory.

Love and peace and individuality,
So order and society are man-made?
War and hate and dark depravity,
Or are we slaves?
Channeling aggressive energies,
The Death Wish and the Will to survive,
Into finding and preserving enemies,
Is that the only way we know that we're alive?

In the slaughterhouse all corpses smell the same,
Whether queens or pawns or innocents at the game;
In the cemetery a uniform cloaks the graves
Except for outward pomp and circumstance.

There is a time set in the calendar
When all reason seems barely enough
To sustain all the shooting stars:
Times are rough.
I'm waiting for something to happen here,
It feels as though it's long overdue...
Maybe a restatement of yesteryear
Or something entirely new.

And the knowledge that we gain in part
Always leads us closer to the very start,
And to the founding questions:
How can I tell that the road signed to hell
Doesn't lead up to heaven?
What can I say when, in some obscure way,
I am my own direction?

The Best Songs in the World #38 - Simon & Garfunkel - Kathy's Song

This is Paul Simon at his best.

Do you know any other love song that says:

"I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you." ?

I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls.

And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies.

My mind's distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you're asleep
And kiss you when you start your day.

And as a song I was writing is left undone
I don't know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can't believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme.

And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you.

And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I.

The Best Songs in the World #37 - The Beach Boys - "God Only Knows"

And just because I have been lazy for so long, today we have to of the best songs in the world. Sorry to insist on the sixties and seventies. I'm still wondering at these marvels. 1966, "Pet Sounds"



I may not always love you
But long as there are stars above you
You never need to doubt it
I'll make you so sure about it

God only knows what I'd be without you

If you should ever leave me
Though life would still go on believe me
The world could show nothing to me
So what good would living do me

God only knows what I'd be without you

God only knows what I'd be without you

If you should ever leave me
Well life would still go on believe me
The world could show nothing to me
So what good would living do me

God only knows what I'd be without you
God only knows what I'd be without you
God only knows
God only knows what I'd be without you
God only knows what I'd be without you
God only knows
God only knows what I'd be without you
God only knows what I'd be without you
God only knows
God only knows what I'd be without you
God only knows what I'd be without you
God only knows
God only knows what I'd be without you
God only knows what I'd be without you
God only knows
God only knows what I'd be without you
God only knows what I'd be without you
God only knows
God only knows what I'd be without you

The Best Songs In the World #36: Simon & Garfunkel, "The Only Living Boy in New York"

You thought I had forgotten? Ah! Here we are, back in business. With this classic and beautiful tune from Simon & Garfunkel,from their album "Bridge Over Troubled Water. Perhaps you haven't heard this in a long time, it's to remember and be amazed.

Below you have a short documentary on the song, that tells so much about it.

Tom, get your plane right on time.
I know your part'll go fine.
Fly down to Mexico.
Da-n-da-da-n-da-n-da-da and here I am,
The only living boy in New York.

I get the news I need on the weather report.
I can gather all the news I need on the weather report.
Hey, I've got nothing to do today but smile.
Da-n-do-da-n-do-da-n-do here I am,
The only living boy in New York.
Half of the time we're gone but we don't know where,
And we don't know where.

Tom, get your plane right on time.
I know that you've been eager to fly now.
Hey let your honesty shine, shine, shine
Da-n-da-da-n-da-n-da-da
Like it shines on me.
The only living boy in New York,
The only living boy in New York.

Father and Son: Leonard and Adam

Tenho andado a comparar mitologias (Do primeiro livro de poesia de Cohen: "let us compare mythologies"), Entre pai e filho e entre os 80 anos do pai e os 40 e tal do filho tenho apostado recentemente no filho. Que às vezes parece o pai.É o momento em que ele começa a reconhecer a sua herança e a entender-se com ela.

Um dia destes, se estiver com pachorra, hei-de discorrer mais sobre este tema.

BEN - BEN, e a magia do sêlo VERTIGO

Os BEN são um fenómeno obscuro, pois editaram apenas um disco no lendário sêlo do vórtice da Vertigo, em 1971. No entanto, e por isso mesmo, aparecem regularmente como um disco de culto. E como um dos discos de valor mais alto daquela editora, podendo valer entre 250 a 500€. Discussões sobre o que é um disco de culto à parte, é um disco que merece o interesse daqueles que:

a) se interessam por discos progressivos obscuros e têm um fraquinho pela Vertigo
b) gostam da cena Canterbury e particularmente dos Soft Machine da segunda metade dos 70
c) gostam de música instrumental com pendor jazz (o que nos reconduz a b)

Não sendo uma vitória imediata, os BEN merecem ser ouvidos e re-ouvidos. A sua música não é fusão, porque não tem os arrebiques de virtuosismo e o som pesado de alguns destes discos, mas ao mesmo tempo passeia-se de forma elegante entre as formas jazz e alguma rítmica rock. Acho que o disco teria beneficiado de melhor som e melhor produção, porque embora a técnica dos músicos se imponha, falta-lhes às vezes um som definido como os Soft Machine tinham.Na mesma etiqueta, os Catapilla têm um som que às vezes é similar, mas muito mais potente (e têm vocais).

Que não são um grupo consensual mostra-o a classificação do staff site AllMusic, 1,5 em 5, enquanto que os utilizadores do site lhe dão 4,5...Acho que é interessante ler a crítica que o site lhe faz (mais abaixo).

Aparecem na remistura de Andy Votel, no labum triplo - Time Machine: A Vertigo Retrospective, que recomendo vivamente.

Sendo o que é, é um bombom apetecível para quem ainda não se fartou de descobrir coisas interessantes nos anos 70.

http://www.allmusic.com/album/ben-mw0000327984

Review by Dave Thompson  [-]

It is one of the unwritten laws of record collecting that some of the most passionately sought LPs are often among the most disappointing albums ever made, the kind of things that you would never even give houseroom to, if they weren't essential to the collection. Among connoisseurs of the British Vertigo label, an avid army who've been known to offer limbs in exchange for certain objects of high-priced desire,Ben's eponymous debut album certainly falls into that sordid category. Cut wholly in the jazz-rock shadow of labelmates Nucleus, Ben offers a shade over 38 minutes worth of aimless noodling, interspersed with flashes of soulless riffing, and crowned by drummer David Sheen's dry, dull (but mercifully underemployed) vocal. Musically, it's clear that Ben know their stuff -- technicians might well sit back and marvel at the band's actual playing abilities. But the nearly side-long suite "The Influence" simply wanders along without ever justifying the presence of the seven sub-movements that divide it up, while side two's opening, "Christmas Execution," never lives up to what is, after all, an extremely intriguing title, even if it does sound a bit Christmassy in places. Reissues on Repertoire in 1991 and Akarma in 2003 have done much to discourage all but the most avid vinyl fetishists from seeking out the original swirl-label version of this album. But, even at a reasonable price, it remains a distinctly disappointing release.

The Eastern Connection II - Marek Grechuta

One more, before it's gone:

The Eastern Connection: Marek Grechuta

Tonight we visit the East: Polish singer - songwriter - musician Marek Grechuta and his 1971 work:

Korowód (Procession).

The Best Songs In The World - #35 - Ryan Adams - "She Wants to Play Hearts"

Fragile and broken hearted... Intense and Personal.  Simple and Strong. Ryan Adams.

I am a broken toy 
For a lonely girl 
Use once and destroy 
And go find some more 
Back home, kids play in the leaves in the park 
She wants to play a game of hearts 

I'm the rag doll boy 
With broken eyes 
She only comes to me 
When it's raining outside 
Back home, kids play in the leaves in the park 
She wants to play a game of hearts 

I fell for you 
I fell for you 
Why? 
I guess I wanted to play too. 

Here's the lonely string 
Playing 'long in my head 

For only just my arms 
Are dancing marionettes 
Back home, kids play in the leaves in the park 
And she wants to play a game of hearts 
She wants to play a game of hearts

Pink Floyd - As primeiras gotas de "The Endless River"

os primeiros sons do que será um álbum sobretudo instrumental

Abstract Truth

Good morning!

From South Africa, 1970 - Abstract Truth

The Best Songs in the World #34 - Jeff Buckley - "Lilac Wine"

Yesterday the Father, today the Son, tomorrow the Good Bank (sorry for the joke that only Portuguese people will understand!).

The lives of Tim and his son Jeff were both tragic. Both left us if the taste of unfinished business, although the father was a different animal... Jeff was, though, equally intense, a gifted singer and a wanderer. His version of Lilac Wine recorded in his only official record will be remembered for many years.

The Best Songs in the World #33 - Tim Buckley - "Morning Glory"

This is magic.

From his 1967 album "Goodbye and Hello"




"Morning - Glory" was written byLarry Buckett / Tim Buckley

I lit my purest candle close to my
Window, hoping it would catch the eye
Of any vagabond who passed it by
And I waited in my fleeting house

Before he came, I felt him drawing near
And as he neared, I felt the ancient fear
That he had come to wound my door and jeer
But I waited in my fleeting house

"Oh, tell me stories", I called to the Hobo
"Stories of old", I smiled at the Hobo
"Stories of cold", I wept to the Hobo
And I waited in my fleeting house

"No" said the Hobo, "No more tales of time
Don't ask me now to wash away the grime
I can't come in, it's just too high a climb"
And hestood before my fleeting house

"Then you be damned", I screamed to the Hobo
"Turn into stone", I wept to the Hobo
"Leave me alone", I knelt to the Hobo
But he walked away from my fleeting house

Novo Prog: Resistor

O Novo Progressivo

Neste caso, no subgénereo crossover - fusão de vários estilos.

Grupo americano de Steve Unruh.

Vale a pena ouvir.

Great Gigs in the Cloud: Episode 3

It's been quite a while now since I've last made any posts... Time is sparse so I'll keep it short!

I believe this is one of those pieces that needs no introduction, nevertheless if you feel the urge to seek for a bit more information on the album itself, you can find some with the usual suspects, namely -> Songs for Drella

For years I've enjoyed this memorable masterpiece, being completely unaware that is was ever recorded live, let alone available on the digital domain.

I hope you enjoy this sublime and visceral conversation, between two monsters of the art rock scene, on Warhol's interpersonal relations and experiences...

This video is presented for review only in the hopes the viewer will be pleased to the extent to promote the viewer to buy the film.
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The Best Songs In the World #32 - Peter Hammill - " The Comet, the course, the tail"

I may be partial to this guy, although I have seen play drunk this year in Gouveia Art Rock. But he grows everytime I listen to him. He is a force of nature, and I pity you if you never listened to his solo work! This one is from In Camera, 1974.

When I started this very personal series of the greatest songs in the world, I never said it would be easy. That's why I like it.



They say we are endowed with Free Will -*
At least that justifies our need for indecision.
But between our insticts and the lust to kill
We bow our heads in submission.
They say that no man is an island
But then they say our castles are our homes;
It's felt the choice is ours, between peace and violence...
Oh, yes, we choose, alone?

While the comet spreads its tail across the sky
It nowhere near defines the course it flies,
Nor does it find its own direction.

Though the path of the comet be sure,
Its constitution is not
So its meaning is possibly more
Than the tracing of a tail
In one brief shot at glory.

Love and peace and individuality,
So order and society are man-made?
War and hate and dark depravity,
Or are we slaves?
Channeling aggressive energies,
The Death Wish and the Will to survive,
Into finding and preserving enemies,
Is that the only way we know that we're alive?

In the slaughterhouse all corpses smell the same,
Whether queens or pawns or innocents at the game;
In the cemetery a uniform cloaks the graves
Except for outward pomp and circumstance.

There is a time set in the calendar
When all reason seems barely enough
To sustain all the shooting stars:
Times are rough.
I'm waiting for something to happen here,
It feels as though it's long overdue...
Maybe a restatement of yesteryear
Or something entirely new.

And the knowledge that we gain in part
Always leads us closer to the very start,
And to the founding questions:
How can I tell that the road signed to hell
Doesn't lead up to heaven?
What can I say when, in some obscure way,
I am my own direction?
Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/peter-hammill/the-comet-the-course-the-tail-lyrics/#lvlVB32j0gdsJbdD.99

The Best Songs In the World #31 - Van Der Graaf - "House With No Doors"

Sorry, guys and girls, back to 1970. This one is from the Van Der Graaf's Third Album and considered by many considered one of their finest. Loneliness and Claustrophobia, anyone?

There's a house with no door and I'm living there
At nights it gets so cold and the days are hard to bear inside
There's a house with no roof, so the rain creeps in
Falling through my head as I try to think out time

I don't know you, you say you know me, that may be so
There's so much that I am unsure of
You call my name, but it sounds unreal, I forget how I feel
My body's rejecting the cure

There's a house with no bell, but then nobody calls
I sometimes find it hard to tell if any are alive at all, outside

There's a house with no sound, yes, it's quiet there
There's not much point in words if there's no one to share in time

I've learned my lines, I know them so well, I am ready to tell
Whoever will finally come in

Of the line in my mind that's cold in the night, it doesn't seem right
When there's that little dark figure, running, somebody help me

There's a house with no door, there's no living there
One day it became a wall, well I didn't really care at the time

There's a house with no light, all the windows are sealed
Overtaxed and strained

Now nothing is revealed, but time
I don't know you, you say you know me, that may be so
There's so much that I am unsure of

You call my name, but it sounds unreal, I forget how I feel
My body's rejecting the cure, won't somebody help me

Vinil na Barata

A Livraria Barata, na Avenida de Roma, Lisboa, passou a ter uma pequena secção de vinil novo, com uma amostra necessariamente seleccionada, mas com cuidada. Tem algumas edições do Record Store Day, que normalmente são dificeis de encontrar porque têm muito pouca distribuição em Portugal.

The Best Songs In the World #30 - Terry Callier - "Dancing Girl"

Listen with good company and a good spirit at hand...

Leonard Cohen publica novo álbum aos 80 anos

Setembro, mês de "Popular Problems", de Leonard Cohen que em breve cumpre 80 anos.

Old, the new young?

Ginger Baker - Masters of Reality - Sunrise on the Sufferbus(1993)

Masters of Reality-Sunrise on the Sufferbus(1993)

O grande Ginger Baker, dos Cream, dos Blind Faith, dos trabalhos com Fela Kuti,  músico nos Hawkwind, nos Atomic Rooster, nos Public Image Ltd, trabalhos com Charlie Haden e Bill Frisell, etc,  também fez parte destes Masters of Reality nos 90. Vi há poucos anos em Londres com Pee Wee Ellis e foi um excelente (e intimista) espetáculo. Acaba de lançar um novo álbum com ele,"Why?". Baterista supremo e feitio insuportável...



Sobre os Masters of Reality, este é um texto retirado do inner sleeve. Abaixo está o link.

https://www.oboom.com/572XTYAH

The Best Songs in the World # 29 - Archie Shepp "There is a Balm in Gilead"

A religious song, sung with solemnity by Jeanne Lee, from the album "Blasé", recorded in 1969.

The Best Songs in the World #28 - The Style Council - "The Story of Someone's Shoe"

In the underrated "Confessions a Pop Group", Paul Weller's group Style Council created some remarkable pieces of pop music, including this almost a capella song which is a beautiful tale of parting lovers.

It's either, something in their eyes or something in the drink
But whatever it is, they both stop and think
There's no going back and nothing above
It's lust and loneliness, but never love

She takes a breath as he takes his keys
First name terms is the extent of it
There's no getting out as they're going in
But by tomorrow, they both will begin

To regret and renege on a bond they have struck
A small price to pay and casual luck
Some lose nothing, some lose a lot
Whatever we have is all we have got

He takes her hand and leads to the room
In half light and silence for their clothes to remove
There's doubt in her mind but hope in her heart
That this last one of many, may be the start

So they wriggle and writhe for an hour or two
But time has no place when two are consumed
They moan and they gasp but they don't really speak
As no conversation could fit this scene

And tomorrow as always, always comes
As she slips away, he still dumb
He felt the urge just as she felt the need
Now the need to get out, still carrying his seed

Which trickles down her leg onto her shoe
Onto the pavement, then out of view
Into the gutter, down to a drain
Joining a river, there to remain

There's no going back and there's nothing above
It's lust and loneliness that drives us along
It's lust and loneliness, but it's seldom love

Prog Português - Atrium

Acho que é dever divulgar o que é Português, quanto mais não seja para que saibamos que existe. O Prog português é muito fino, rarefeito e frequentemente colado a imagens já gastas. O que de melhor fizemos é de original nosso - v.g., Banda do Casaco. Estes Atrium não escapam a estereotipos estafados - mas aqui ficam, para divulgação. "Sintra, a place in the world"...

The Best Songs In the World #27 - Sonic Youth - Superstar

The Carpenters and Sonic Youth is one of the most improbalbe combinations you can get, but actually the fact they did this version of the  Bonnie Bramlett and Leon Russell tune  made popular by The Carpenters  made me pay more attention to the band. The Carpenters, as sugary as they can be, did some of the best covers of the 70's and produced remarkable music (if you don't think so, you might need to get reprogrammed). And Sonic Youth were their fans, that's why they did this version for "I if I Were A Carpenter".

The slow tempo and distorsion just add a more dramatic dimension to the song...

The Best Songs in the World #26 - Paatos - Hypnotique

This is a secret. Not many people know about them, I think. They are Swedish and belong to the nordic progressive scene and this song from their 2002 "Timeloss" album takes its time to grow on you. It is not only the vocals of Petronella Nettermalm, the guitar parts are laid back and mysterious, the mellotron gives the song that ancient sound, and the song has one clymax, breaks for the last verse and ascends towards the second clymax .



I'm a flower - smell me
One thing is certain - that is my destiny
Nourish me - and I will bring you happiness

You are my water - drown me
When we're together, there is harmony
Be with me - and all there'll be is hope and lust

Here I'm standing - naked
Your search for answers will end in agony
"loves me not or loves me do" - a game in vain

(instrumental)

Here I'm standing - withered
Thought I could keep you, made you a part of me
Miserly absorbed your false tears
"Cried for me"

The Best Songs In the World #25 - Jacques Brel - "Mon Enfance"

1967 - Jacques Brel and a story about childhood - his?
I prefer songs that develop - not the ones that keep repeating the same chorus/ verse scheme. Or, at best, songs that develop emotionally - and this is the case with "Mon Enfance". Brel becomes more and more strong as time passes - as if his first childhood memories were fuzzy and distant, but as times passes and he reaches adolescence he becomes more adventurous and his blood runs faster. And it ends with an time elipse - "and then war came / and here we are tarde". As if nothing else mattered in the meantime and all we could remember now was the flame of youth. Superb.

After the french lyrics you can find a portuguese version, transalted by Eduardo Maia (Assírio e Alvim, 1987). It is not a particularly apt translation, but allows non french speakers to understand the lyrics.



Mon enfance passa
De grisailles en silences
De fausses révérences
En manque de batailles
L´hiver j´étais au ventre
De la grande maison
Qui avait jeté l´ancre
Au nord parmi les joncs
L´été à moitié nu
Mais tout à fait modeste
Je devenais indien
Pourtant déjà certain
Que mes oncles repus
M´avaient volé le Far West

Mon enfance passa
Les femmes aux cuisines
Où je rêvais de Chine
Vieillissaient en repas
Les hommes au fromage
S´enveloppaient de tabac
Flamands taiseux et sages
Et ne me savaient pas
Moi qui toutes les nuits
Agenouillé pour rien
Arpégeais mon chagrin
Au pied du trop grand lit
Je voulais prendre un train
Que je n´ai jamais pris

Mon enfance passa
De servante en servante
Je m´étonnais déjà
Qu´elles ne fussent point plantes
Je m´étonnais encore
De ces ronds de famille
Flânant de mort en mort
Et que le deuil habille
Je m´étonnais surtout
D´être de ce troupeau
Qui m´apprenait à pleurer
Que je connaissais trop
J´avais L´œil du berger
Mais le cœur de l´agneau

Mon enfance éclata
Ce fut l´adolescence
Et le mur du silence
Un matin se brisa
Ce fut la première fleur
Et la première fille
La première gentille
Et la première peur
Je volais je le jure
Je jure que je volais
Mon cœur ouvrait les bras
Je n´étais plus barbare

Et la guerre arriva

Et nous voilà ce soir.


A MINHA INFÂNCIA

A minha infância passou
Entre tédios e silêncios
Entre falsas mesuras
E batalhas que não houve
De Inverno no ventre
Daquela grande casa
Que tinha ancorado
A Norte por entre os juncos
De Verão meio nu
Mas modesto por inteiro
Tornava-me indio
Embora ja convico
De que os meus tios cevados
Me tinham roubado o Far West

A minha infância passou
As mulheres nas cozinhas
Onde eu sonhava com a China
Envelheciam em cozinhados
Os homens ao queijo
Envolviam-se em tabaco
Flamengos calados e ponderados
E não me conheciam
Eu que todas as noites
Ajoelhado para nada
Arpejava o meu desgosto
Aos pés da cama imensa
Queria apanhar um comboio
Que nunca apanhei*

A minha infância passou
De criada em criada
Admirava-me já
Não serem elas plantas
Admiravam-me ainda
Essas rodas de família
Flanando de defunto em defunto
E que o luto cobre
Admirava-me sobretudo
Vir eu de tal rebanho
Que me ensinava a chorar
Que eu conhecia demais
O meu olhar era de pastor
Mas o coração de cordeiro

A minha infância estourou
Chegou a adolescência
E o muro do silêncio
Uma manhã ruiu
Foi a primeira flor
E a primeira namorada
A primeira gentil
E o primeiro medo
Eu até voei eu juro
Eu juro que até voei
O meu coração abria os braços
Era o fim da bárbarie

E a guerra chegou

E eis nos agora aqui
* este verso falta na tradução, certamente por lapso

The Best Songs In the World #24 - Roxy Music - "A Song for Europe"

From their 1973 album "Stranded", this declaration of love for Europe with a bitter taste is a must have in every home. The dettached style of Bryan Ferry is perfect for the recitiative style of the first part of the song, but he gains full control in the last part, specially when he beguns reciting and latin and (hallucinated) french...


Songwriters: MACKAY, ANDREW EDWIN / FERRY, BRYAN

Here as I sit
At this empty café
Thinking of you
I remember
All those moments
Lost in wonder
That we'll never
Find again
Though the world
Is my oyster
It's only a shell
Full of memories
And here by the Seine
Notre-Dame casts
A long lonely shadow

Now, only sorrow
No tomorrow
There's no today for us
Nothing is there
For us to share
But yesterday
These cities may change
But there always remains
My obsession
Through silken waters
My gondola glides
And the bridge, it sighs

I remember
All those moments
Lost in wonder
That we'll never
Find again
There's no more time for us
Nothing is there
For us to share
But yesterdays

Ecce momenta
Illa mirabilia
Quae captabit
In aeternum
Memor
Modo dolores
Sunt in dies
Non est reliquum
Vero tantum
Comminicamus
Perdita
Tous ces moments
Perdus dans l`enchantement
Qui ne reviendront
Jamais
Pas d´aujourd´hui pour nous
Pour nous il n´y a rien
A partager
Sauf le passé

Ezhevika Fields

Quando encontro um blog de música dos anos 70 e 80 em que não conheço nada, eu digo: Respect! Portanto, aqui fica ele, para quem tem o gosto do desconhecido.
http://ezhevika.blogspot.pt/

The Best Songs in the World #23 - dEUS - "Instant Street"

The Best thing to come out of Belgium  - and I am considering the beer and Leonidas chocolates - dEUS make awesome music - Their "Ideal Crash" album is a classic and this song that slowly evolves towards the climax is a must.



You're probably right, seen from your side, that I've been lucky
but I've been meaning to crack all week.
Yes I've been involved, it never resolved into anything shocking.
Pains playing yoyo in my body as we speak.

And now I found something to look for, but I can't decide,
'Cause I might find that to stroll behind is better than to score.
Just like I did before.

It wouldn't be true, not towards you, to say that I'm staying.
When on every single impulse, on every other move I react.
'Cause in any old creek, with changing technique, you'll see me playing.
After any old motherfucking blow I'll be back.

We turned away from instant stuff
our cracking codes were breaking up
our words were sucked out it made them clean.
And after lowness say it
and after more let it be known

You're probably right, as for tonight, you're making me nervous.
What is it you want me to be thinking of?
I'll put on a movie, I'll play something groovy as a matter of service
And I'll chuckle when you smile as a matter of love.
'Cause you know it's not my style to be giving up now.
And this pain in my side, I had enough.

This time I go for Instant Street
This life's a soulless excuse for all abuse and parenthesis.
The flyspecked windows and the stinking lobbies
they'll remain all the same, all the same.

This time I go. This time I go...