e depois elas já não podem correr contigo
Banda sonora das nossas vidas :)
Não é música, mas estava lá ao lado e adoro
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKyWRJZn ... re=related
IHaveADream - adoro Brel - influência da minha mãezinha
lindo o cantico negro.... obrigada bingley!!Bingley Escreveu:Não é música, mas estava lá ao lado e adoro
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKyWRJZn ... re=related
IHaveADream - adoro Brel - influência da minha mãezinha
num topico qualquer deu-me para transcrevê-lo.... já nem sei porquê, mas recitado assim é outra louça! thanks!
<p>"O valor das coisas não está no tempo em que elas duram, mas na intensidade com que acontecem. </p>
<p>Por isso existem momentos inesquecíveis, coisas inexplicáveis e pessoas incomparáveis".</p>
<p>Por isso existem momentos inesquecíveis, coisas inexplicáveis e pessoas incomparáveis".</p>
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Boa influência!Bingley Escreveu:Não é música, mas estava lá ao lado e adoro
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKyWRJZn ... re=related
IHaveADream - adoro Brel - influência da minha mãezinha
Dedico esta assinatura a quem lhe "acentar" a carapuça :
"Quem nasce lagartixa, nunca chega a jacaré, por muito que se inche .... " By , um amigo muito querido ...
"Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell."
— Emily Dickinson
À espera que os frangos que o Terug, o Paulo Santos e o Zefe andam a virar, fiquem prontos.
... e já agora tambem das courgettes da LuMaria!;)
"Quem nasce lagartixa, nunca chega a jacaré, por muito que se inche .... " By , um amigo muito querido ...
"Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell."
— Emily Dickinson
À espera que os frangos que o Terug, o Paulo Santos e o Zefe andam a virar, fiquem prontos.
... e já agora tambem das courgettes da LuMaria!;)
E este senhor ?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YrLk4vdY ... re=related
O seu a seu dono ! E que dono ! E que voz !!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YrLk4vdY ... re=related
O seu a seu dono ! E que dono ! E que voz !!!!
Dedico esta assinatura a quem lhe "acentar" a carapuça :
"Quem nasce lagartixa, nunca chega a jacaré, por muito que se inche .... " By , um amigo muito querido ...
"Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell."
— Emily Dickinson
À espera que os frangos que o Terug, o Paulo Santos e o Zefe andam a virar, fiquem prontos.
... e já agora tambem das courgettes da LuMaria!;)
"Quem nasce lagartixa, nunca chega a jacaré, por muito que se inche .... " By , um amigo muito querido ...
"Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell."
— Emily Dickinson
À espera que os frangos que o Terug, o Paulo Santos e o Zefe andam a virar, fiquem prontos.
... e já agora tambem das courgettes da LuMaria!;)
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Ui! Estava para falar nele. Não resisto a transcrever também as letras, porque o Leonard Cohen também é um poeta.
Do meu álbum preferido, «Songs of Love and Hate». Gosto de todas, é difícil escolher, mas aqui vai:
«Joan of Arc»
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHjnjIbwvGI
Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc
as she came riding through the dark;
no moon to keep her armour bright,
no man to get her through this very smoky night.
She said, "I'm tired of the war,
I want the kind of work I had before,
a wedding dress or something white
to wear upon my swollen appetite."
Well, I'm glad to hear you talk this way,
you know I've watched you riding every day
and something in me yearns to win
such a cold and lonesome heroine.
"And who are you?" she sternly spoke
to the one beneath the smoke.
"Why, I'm fire," he replied,
"And I love your solitude, I love your pride."
"Then fire, make your body cold,
I'm going to give you mine to hold,"
saying this she climbed inside
to be his one, to be his only bride.
And deep into his fiery heart
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
and high above the wedding guests
he hung the ashes of her wedding dress.
It was deep into his fiery heart
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
and then she clearly understood
if he was fire, oh then she must be wood.
I saw her wince, I saw her cry,
I saw the glory in her eye.
Myself I long for love and light,
but must it come so cruel, and oh so bright?
Do meu álbum preferido, «Songs of Love and Hate». Gosto de todas, é difícil escolher, mas aqui vai:
«Joan of Arc»
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHjnjIbwvGI
Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc
as she came riding through the dark;
no moon to keep her armour bright,
no man to get her through this very smoky night.
She said, "I'm tired of the war,
I want the kind of work I had before,
a wedding dress or something white
to wear upon my swollen appetite."
Well, I'm glad to hear you talk this way,
you know I've watched you riding every day
and something in me yearns to win
such a cold and lonesome heroine.
"And who are you?" she sternly spoke
to the one beneath the smoke.
"Why, I'm fire," he replied,
"And I love your solitude, I love your pride."
"Then fire, make your body cold,
I'm going to give you mine to hold,"
saying this she climbed inside
to be his one, to be his only bride.
And deep into his fiery heart
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
and high above the wedding guests
he hung the ashes of her wedding dress.
It was deep into his fiery heart
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
and then she clearly understood
if he was fire, oh then she must be wood.
I saw her wince, I saw her cry,
I saw the glory in her eye.
Myself I long for love and light,
but must it come so cruel, and oh so bright?
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IHaveADream
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«Avalanche»
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bGCRaf-pQ0I
Well I stepped into an avalanche,
it covered up my soul;
when I am not this hunchback that you see,
I sleep beneath the golden hill.
You who wish to conquer pain,
you must learn, learn to serve me well.
You strike my side by accident
as you go down for your gold.
The cripple here that you clothe and feed
is neither starved nor cold;
he does not ask for your company,
not at the centre, the centre of the world.
When I am on a pedestal,
you did not raise me there.
Your laws do not compel me
to kneel grotesque and bare.
I myself am the pedestal
for this ugly hump at which you stare.
You who wish to conquer pain,
you must learn what makes me kind;
the crumbs of love that you offer me,
they're the crumbs I've left behind.
Your pain is no credential here,
it's just the shadow, shadow of my wound.
I have begun to long for you,
I who have no greed;
I have begun to ask for you,
I who have no need.
You say you've gone away from me,
but I can feel you when you breathe.
Do not dress in those rags for me,
I know you are not poor;
you don't love me quite so fiercely now
when you know that you are not sure,
it is your turn, beloved,
it is your flesh that I wear.
P.S. Gostei muito do vídeo.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bGCRaf-pQ0I
Well I stepped into an avalanche,
it covered up my soul;
when I am not this hunchback that you see,
I sleep beneath the golden hill.
You who wish to conquer pain,
you must learn, learn to serve me well.
You strike my side by accident
as you go down for your gold.
The cripple here that you clothe and feed
is neither starved nor cold;
he does not ask for your company,
not at the centre, the centre of the world.
When I am on a pedestal,
you did not raise me there.
Your laws do not compel me
to kneel grotesque and bare.
I myself am the pedestal
for this ugly hump at which you stare.
You who wish to conquer pain,
you must learn what makes me kind;
the crumbs of love that you offer me,
they're the crumbs I've left behind.
Your pain is no credential here,
it's just the shadow, shadow of my wound.
I have begun to long for you,
I who have no greed;
I have begun to ask for you,
I who have no need.
You say you've gone away from me,
but I can feel you when you breathe.
Do not dress in those rags for me,
I know you are not poor;
you don't love me quite so fiercely now
when you know that you are not sure,
it is your turn, beloved,
it is your flesh that I wear.
P.S. Gostei muito do vídeo.
Última edição por IHaveADream em terça ago 24, 2010 2:47 am, editado 1 vez no total.
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IHaveADream
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«Last year's man»
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OW3_j6SoHXM
The rain falls down on last year's man,
that's a jew's harp on the table,
that's a crayon in his hand.
And the corners of the blueprint are ruined since they rolled
far past the stems of thumbtacks
that still throw shadows on the wood.
And the skylight is like skin for a drum I'll never mend
and all the rain falls down amen
on the works of last year's man.
I met a lady, she was playing with her soldiers in the dark
oh one by one she had to tell them
that her name was Joan of Arc.
I was in that army, yes I stayed a little while;
I want to thank you, Joan of Arc,
for treating me so well.
And though I wear a uniform I was not born to fight;
all these wounded boys you lie beside,
goodnight, my friends, goodnight.
I came upon a wedding that old families had contrived;
Bethlehem the bridegroom,
Babylon the bride.
Great Babylon was naked, oh she stood there trembling for me,
and Bethlehem inflamed us both
like the shy one at some orgy.
And when we fell together all our flesh was like a veil
that I had to draw aside to see
the serpent eat its tail.
Some women wait for Jesus, and some women wait for Cain
so I hang upon my altar
and I hoist my axe again.
And I take the one who finds me back to where it all began
when Jesus was the honeymoon
and Cain was just the man.
And we read from pleasant Bibles that are bound in blood and skin
that the wilderness is gathering
all its children back again.
The rain falls down on last year's man,
an hour has gone by
and he has not moved his hand.
But everything will happen if he only gives the word;
the lovers will rise up
and the mountains touch the ground.
But the skylight is like skin for a drum I'll never mend
and all the rain falls down amen
on the works of last year's man.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OW3_j6SoHXM
The rain falls down on last year's man,
that's a jew's harp on the table,
that's a crayon in his hand.
And the corners of the blueprint are ruined since they rolled
far past the stems of thumbtacks
that still throw shadows on the wood.
And the skylight is like skin for a drum I'll never mend
and all the rain falls down amen
on the works of last year's man.
I met a lady, she was playing with her soldiers in the dark
oh one by one she had to tell them
that her name was Joan of Arc.
I was in that army, yes I stayed a little while;
I want to thank you, Joan of Arc,
for treating me so well.
And though I wear a uniform I was not born to fight;
all these wounded boys you lie beside,
goodnight, my friends, goodnight.
I came upon a wedding that old families had contrived;
Bethlehem the bridegroom,
Babylon the bride.
Great Babylon was naked, oh she stood there trembling for me,
and Bethlehem inflamed us both
like the shy one at some orgy.
And when we fell together all our flesh was like a veil
that I had to draw aside to see
the serpent eat its tail.
Some women wait for Jesus, and some women wait for Cain
so I hang upon my altar
and I hoist my axe again.
And I take the one who finds me back to where it all began
when Jesus was the honeymoon
and Cain was just the man.
And we read from pleasant Bibles that are bound in blood and skin
that the wilderness is gathering
all its children back again.
The rain falls down on last year's man,
an hour has gone by
and he has not moved his hand.
But everything will happen if he only gives the word;
the lovers will rise up
and the mountains touch the ground.
But the skylight is like skin for a drum I'll never mend
and all the rain falls down amen
on the works of last year's man.
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E talvez a minha preferida:
«Famous Blue Raincoat»
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9aRKZFR5 ... re=related
It's four in the morning
the end of December
I'm writing you now
just to see if you're better
New York is cold
but I like where I'm living
there's music on Clinton Street
all through the evening
I hear that you're building
your little house
deep in the desert
you're living for nothing now
I hope you're keeping
some kind of record
Yes and
Jane came by with a lock of your hair
she said that you gave it to her
that night that you planned to go clear
did you ever go clear?
The last time we saw you
you looked so much older
your famous blue raincoat
was torn at the shoulder
you'd been to the station
to meet every train
you came home alone
without Lili Marlene
And you treated my woman
to a flake of your life
and when she came back
she was nobody's wife
Well I see you
there with a rose in your teeth
one more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane's awake
she sends her regards
And what can I tell you
my brother my killer
what can I possibly say
I guess that I miss you
I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way
If you ever come by here
for Jane or for me
well your enemy is sleeping now
and his woman is free
yes and thanks for the trouble you took
from her eyes
I thought it was there for good
so I never tried
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
she said that you gave it to her
that night that you planned to go clear
Sincerely, L Cohen
«Famous Blue Raincoat»
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9aRKZFR5 ... re=related
It's four in the morning
the end of December
I'm writing you now
just to see if you're better
New York is cold
but I like where I'm living
there's music on Clinton Street
all through the evening
I hear that you're building
your little house
deep in the desert
you're living for nothing now
I hope you're keeping
some kind of record
Yes and
Jane came by with a lock of your hair
she said that you gave it to her
that night that you planned to go clear
did you ever go clear?
The last time we saw you
you looked so much older
your famous blue raincoat
was torn at the shoulder
you'd been to the station
to meet every train
you came home alone
without Lili Marlene
And you treated my woman
to a flake of your life
and when she came back
she was nobody's wife
Well I see you
there with a rose in your teeth
one more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane's awake
she sends her regards
And what can I tell you
my brother my killer
what can I possibly say
I guess that I miss you
I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way
If you ever come by here
for Jane or for me
well your enemy is sleeping now
and his woman is free
yes and thanks for the trouble you took
from her eyes
I thought it was there for good
so I never tried
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
she said that you gave it to her
that night that you planned to go clear
Sincerely, L Cohen
Moi aussi - mais uma vez culpa da mãezinhanicasxi Escreveu:J´aime aussi écouter cette damme
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8YGXsw3X ... re=related
Cohen acho essencialmente um poeta, como cantor não acho nada de mais.
bem... o café hoje foi ao som do leonard cohen.... thanks Tasse.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RLq7Aqd_ ... re=related
(...)
You tell him to come in sit down
but something makes you turn around
The door is open you can't close your shelter
You try the handle of the road
It opens do not be afraid
It's you my love, you who are the stranger
It's you my love, you who are the stranger.
Well, I've been waiting, I was sure
we'd meet between the trains we're waiting for
I think it's time to board another
Please understand, I never had a secret chart
to get me to the heart of this
or any other matter
When he talks like this
you don't know what he's after
When he speaks like this,
you don't know what he's after.
Let's meet tomorrow if you choose
upon the shore, beneath the bridge
that they are building on some endless river
Then he leaves the platform
for the sleeping car that's warm
You realize, he's only advertising one more shelter
And it comes to you, he never was a stranger
And you say ok the bridge or someplace later.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RLq7Aqd_ ... re=related
(...)
You tell him to come in sit down
but something makes you turn around
The door is open you can't close your shelter
You try the handle of the road
It opens do not be afraid
It's you my love, you who are the stranger
It's you my love, you who are the stranger.
Well, I've been waiting, I was sure
we'd meet between the trains we're waiting for
I think it's time to board another
Please understand, I never had a secret chart
to get me to the heart of this
or any other matter
When he talks like this
you don't know what he's after
When he speaks like this,
you don't know what he's after.
Let's meet tomorrow if you choose
upon the shore, beneath the bridge
that they are building on some endless river
Then he leaves the platform
for the sleeping car that's warm
You realize, he's only advertising one more shelter
And it comes to you, he never was a stranger
And you say ok the bridge or someplace later.
cool Nicasnicasxi Escreveu:J´aime aussi écouter cette damme
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8YGXsw3X ... re=related
olha, ele também não tem:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UKta7rfb ... re=related
"I didn't lose my mind
It was mine to give away..."
<p>"O valor das coisas não está no tempo em que elas duram, mas na intensidade com que acontecem. </p>
<p>Por isso existem momentos inesquecíveis, coisas inexplicáveis e pessoas incomparáveis".</p>
<p>Por isso existem momentos inesquecíveis, coisas inexplicáveis e pessoas incomparáveis".</p>
Olha hoje deu-me para aqui !
É uma bela voz e um muito bonito poema .
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zreA3NgiPYE
É uma bela voz e um muito bonito poema .
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zreA3NgiPYE
Dedico esta assinatura a quem lhe "acentar" a carapuça :
"Quem nasce lagartixa, nunca chega a jacaré, por muito que se inche .... " By , um amigo muito querido ...
"Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell."
— Emily Dickinson
À espera que os frangos que o Terug, o Paulo Santos e o Zefe andam a virar, fiquem prontos.
... e já agora tambem das courgettes da LuMaria!;)
"Quem nasce lagartixa, nunca chega a jacaré, por muito que se inche .... " By , um amigo muito querido ...
"Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell."
— Emily Dickinson
À espera que os frangos que o Terug, o Paulo Santos e o Zefe andam a virar, fiquem prontos.
... e já agora tambem das courgettes da LuMaria!;)