Leonard Cohen: My oh my!!

Wasn’t hard to love you…

FAREWELL MR COHEN

YOU WANT IT DARKER

If you are the dealer, I’m out of the game
If you are the healer, it means I’m broken and lame
If thine is the glory then mine must be the shame
You want it darker
We kill the flame

Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name
Vilified, crucified, in the human frame
A million candles burning for the help that never came
You want it darker

Hineni, hineni
I’m ready, my lord

There’s a lover in the story
But the story’s still the same
There’s a lullaby for suffering
And a paradox to blame
But it’s written in the scriptures
And it’s not some idle claim
You want it darker
We kill the flame

They’re lining up the prisoners
And the guards are taking aim
I struggled with some demons
They were middle class and tame
I didn’t know I had permission to murder and to maim
You want it darker

Hineni, hineni

I`M READY MY LORD!

Hineni: Esta palabra es la que Dios espera de su criatura cuando sale a su encuentro y le pregunta “¿dónde estas?”. La respuesta a esta pregunta de Dios es “Heme aquí o aquí estoy”

LEONARD COHEN: 82

El 21 de septiembre Leonard Cohen cumplió 82. Publico como homenaje una antología de algunas de sus mejores canciones a laespera de su inminente nueva entrega, «You want it darker». Dejando de lado lo más obvio (himnos como «Suzanne» o «Hallelujah»), ofrezco una selección de 14 canciones viejas y nuevas que considero significativas y emocionantes:

 

DID I EVER LOVE YOU? (POPULAR PROBLEMS, 2014)

 

Did I ever love you?

Did I ever need you?

Did I ever fight you?

Did I ever want you?

 

Did I ever leave you?

Was I ever able?

Or are we still leaning

Across the old table?

 

[Chorus]

Did I ever love you?

Did I ever need you?

Did I ever fight you?

Did I ever want you?

 

Did I ever leave you?

Was I ever able?

And are we still leaning

Across the old table?

 

[Verse]

Was it ever settled?

Was it ever over?

And is it still raining

Again in November?

 

The lemon trees blossom

The almond trees wither

 

Was I ever someone

Who could love you forever?

 

[Chorus]

Was it ever settled?

Was it ever over?

And is it still raining

Back in November?

 

The lemon trees blossom

The almond trees wither

It’s spring and it’s summer

And it’s winter forever

 

[Verse]

Did I ever love you?

Does it really matter?

Did I ever fight you?

You don’t need to answer

 

DId I ever leave you?

Was I ever able?

And are we still leaning

Across the old table?

 

[Repeat Chorus 1] x2

 

MY OH MY OH MY (POPULAR PROBLEMS, 2014)

 

[Verse]

Wasn’t hard to love you

Didn’t have to try

Wasn’t hard to love you

Didn’t have to try

 

[Chorus]

Held you for a little while

My, oh, my, oh my

Held you for a little while

My, oh, my, oh my

 

[Verse]

Drove you to the station

Never asked you why

Drove you to the station

Never asked you why

[Chorus]

 

[Verse]

All the boys are waving

Trying to catch your eye

All the boys are waving

Trying to catch your eye

 

[Chorus]

 

[Repeat Verse 1 + Chorus]

 

CRAZY TO LOVE YOU (OLD IDEAS, 2012)

 

Had to go crazy to love you

Had to go down to the pit

Had to do time in the tower

Begging my crazy to quit

 

Had to go crazy to love you

You who were never the one

Whom I chased through the souvenir heartache

Her braids and her blouse all undone

 

Sometimes I’d head for the highway

I’m old and the mirrors don’t lie

But crazy has places to hide in

Deeper than saying goodbye

 

Had to go crazy to love you

Had to let everything fall

Had to be people I hated

Had to be no one at all

 

I’m tired of choosing desire

Been saved by a sweet fatigue

The gates of commitment unwired

And nobody trying to leave

 

Sometimes I’d head for the highway…

 

Had to go crazy to love you

You who were never the one

Whom I chased through the souvenir heartache

Her braids and her blouse all undone.

 

GOING HOME (OLD IDEAS, 2012)

 

I love to speak with Leonard

He’s a sportsman and a shepherd

He’s a lazy bastard

Living in a suit

 

But he does say what I tell him

Even though it isn’t welcome

He just doesn’t have the freedom

To refuse

 

He will speak these words of wisdom

Like a sage, a man of vision

Though he knows he’s really nothing

But the brief elaboration of a tube

 

Going home

Without my sorrow

Going home

Sometime tomorrow

Going home

To where it’s better

Than before

 

Going home

Without my burden

Going home

Behind the curtain

 

Going home

Without the costume

That I wore

 

He wants to write a love song

An anthem of forgiving

A manual for living with defeat

 

A cry above the suffering

A sacrifice recovering

But that isn’t what I need him

to complete

 

I want to make him certain

That he doesn’t have a burden

That he doesn’t need a vision

That he only has permission

 

To do my instant bidding

Which is to SAY what I have told him

To repeat

 

Going home…

 

I love to speak with Leonard

He’s a sportsman and a shepherd

He’s a lazy bastard

Living in a suit

 

IN MY SECRET LIFE (TEN NEW SONGS, 2001)

 

I saw you this morning.

You were moving so fast.

Can’t seem to loosen my grip

On the past.

And I miss you so much.

There’s no one in sight.

And we’re still making love

In My Secret Life.

 

I smile when I’m angry.

I cheat and I lie.

I do what I have to do

To get by.

But I know what is wrong,

And I know what is right.

And I’d die for the truth

In My Secret Life.

 

Hold on, hold on, my brother.

My sister, hold on tight.

I finally got my orders.

I’ll be marching through the morning,

Marching through the night,

Moving cross the borders

Of My Secret Life.

 

Looked through the paper.

Makes you want to cry.

Nobody cares if the people

Live or die.

And the dealer wants you thinking

That it’s either black or white.

Thank God it’s not that simple

In My Secret Life.

 

I bite my lip.

I buy what I’m told:

From the latest hit,

To the wisdom of old.

But I’m always alone.

And my heart is like ice.

And it’s crowded and cold

In My Secret Life.

 

A THOUSAND KISSES DEEP (TEN NEW SONGS, 2001)

 

The ponies run, the girls are young,

The odds are there to beat.

You win a while, and then it’s done –

Your little winning streak.

And summoned now to deal

With your invincible defeat,

You live your life as if it’s real,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.

I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,

I’m back on Boogie Street.

You lose your grip, and then you slip

Into the Masterpiece.

And maybe I had miles to drive,

And promises to keep:

You ditch it all to stay alive,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.

 

And sometimes when the night is slow,

The wretched and the meek,

We gather up our hearts and go,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.

 

Confined to sex, we pressed against

The limits of the sea:

I saw there were no oceans left

For scavengers like me.

I made it to the forward deck.

I blessed our remnant fleet –

And then consented to be wrecked,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.

 

I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,

I’m back on Boogie Street.

I guess they won’t exchange the gifts

That you were meant to keep.

And quiet is the thought of you,

The file on you complete,

Except what we forgot to do,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.

 

And sometimes when the night is slow,

The wretched and the meek,

We gather up our hearts and go,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.

 

The ponies run, the girls are young,

The odds are there to beat.

 

ALEXANDRA LEAVING (TEN NEW SONGS, 2001)

 

Suddenly the night has grown colder.

The god of love preparing to depart.

Alexandra hoisted on his shoulder,

They slip between the sentries of the heart.

 

Upheld by the simplicities of pleasure,

They gain the light, they formlessly entwine;

And radiant beyond your widest measure

They fall among the voices and the wine.

 

It’s not a trick, your senses all deceiving,

A fitful dream, the morning will exhaust –

Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving.

Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost.

 

Even though she sleeps upon your satin;

Even though she wakes you with a kiss.

Do not say the moment was imagined;

Do not stoop to strategies like this.

 

As someone long prepared for this to happen,

Go firmly to the window. Drink it in.

Exquisite music. Alexandra laughing.

Your firm commitments tangible again.

 

And you who had the honor of her evening,

And by the honor had your own restored –

Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving;

Alexandra leaving with her lord.

 

Even though she sleeps upon your satin;

Even though she wakes you with a kiss.

Do not say the moment was imagined;

Do not stoop to strategies like this.

 

As someone long prepared for the occasion;

In full command of every plan you wrecked –

Do not choose a coward’s explanation

that hides behind the cause and the effect.

 

And you who were bewildered by a meaning;

Whose code was broken, crucifix uncrossed –

Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving.

Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost.

 

Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving.

Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost.

 

I’M YOUR MAN (I’M YOUR MAN, 1988)

 

If you want a lover,

I’ll do anything you ask me to

And if you want another kind of love,

I’ll wear a mask for you

If you want a partner, take my hand

Or if you want to strike me down in anger,

Here I stand

I’m your man

 

If you want a boxer,

I will step into the ring for you

And if you want a doctor,

I’ll examine every inch of you

If you want a driver, climb inside

Or if you want to take me for a ride,

You know you can

I’m your man

 

Ah, the moon’s too bright

The chain’s too tight

The beast won’t go to sleep

I’ve been running through these promises to you

That I made and I could not keep

But a man never got a woman back,

Not by begging on his knees

Or I’d crawl to you baby

And I’d fall at your feet

And I’d howl at your beauty

Like a dog in heat

And I’d claw at your heart

And I’d tear at your sheet

I’d say please, please

I’m your man

 

And if you’ve got to sleep

A moment on the road,

I will steer for you

And if you want to work the street alone,

I’ll disappear for you

If you want a father for your child,

Or only want to walk with me a while

Across the sand

I’m your man…

 

TOWER OF SONG (I’M YOUR MAN, 1988)

 

Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey

I ache in the places where I used to play

And I’m crazy for love but I’m not coming on

I’m just paying my rent every day

In the Tower of Song

I said to Hank Williams: how lonely does it get?

Hank Williams hasn’t answered yet

But I hear him coughing all night long

A hundred floors above me

In the Tower of Song

 

I was born like this, I had no choice

I was born with the gift of a golden voice

And twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond

They tied me to this table right here

In the Tower of Song

 

So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll

I’m very sorry, baby, doesn’t look like me at all

I’m standing by the window where the light is strong

Ah they don’t let a woman kill you

Not in the Tower of Song

 

Now you can say that I’ve grown bitter but of this you may be sure

The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor

And there’s a mighty judgement coming, but I may be wrong

You see, you hear these funny voices

In the Tower of Song

 

I see you standing on the other side

I don’t know how the river got so wide

I loved you baby, way back when

And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed

But I feel so close to everything that we lost

We’ll never have to lose it again

 

Now I bid you farewell, I don’t know when I’ll be back

There moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track

But you’ll be hearing from me baby, long after I’m gone

I’ll be speaking to you sweetly

From a window in the Tower of Song

 

Yeah my friends are gone and my hair is grey

I ache in the places where I used to play

And I’m crazy for love but I’m not coming on

I’m just paying my rent every day

Oh in the Tower of Song

 

AIN’T NO CURE FOR LOVE (I’M YOUR MAN, 1988)

 

I loved you for a long, long time

I know this love is real

It don’t matter how it all went wrong

That don’t change the way I feel

And I can’t believe that time’s

Gonna heal this wound I’m speaking of

There ain’t no cure,

There ain’t no cure,

There ain’t no cure for love

I’m aching for you baby

I can’t pretend I’m not

I need to see you naked

In your body and your thought

I’ve got you like a habit

And I’ll never get enough

There ain’t no cure,

There ain’t no cure,

There ain’t no cure for love

 

There ain’t no cure for love

There ain’t no cure for love

All the rocket ships are climbing through the sky

The holy books are open wide

The doctors working day and night

But they’ll never ever find that cure for love

There ain’t no drink no drug

(Ah tell them, angels)

There’s nothing pure enough to be a cure for love

 

I see you in the subway and I see you on the bus

I see you lying down with me, I see you waking up

I see your hand, I see your hair

Your bracelets and your brush

And I call to you, I call to you

But I don’t call soft enough

There ain’t no cure,

There ain’t no cure,

There ain’t no cure for love

 

I walked into this empty church I had no place else to go

When the sweetest voice I ever heard, whispered to my soul

I don’t need to be forgiven for loving you so much

It’s written in the scriptures

It’s written there in blood

I even heard the angels declare it from above

There ain’t no cure,

There ain’t no cure,

There ain’t no cure for love

 

There ain’t no cure for love

There ain’t no cure for love

All the rocket ships are climbing through the sky

The holy books are open wide

The doctors working day and night

But they’ll never ever find that cure,

That cure for love

 

 FIRST WE TAKE MANHATTAN (I’M YOUR MAN, 1988)

 

They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom

For trying to change the system from within

I’m coming now, I’m coming to reward them

First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

I’m guided by a signal in the heavens

I’m guided by this birthmark on my skin

I’m guided by the beauty of our weapons

First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

 

I’d really like to live beside you, baby

I love your body and your spirit and your clothes

But you see that line there moving through the station?

I told you, I told you, told you, I was one of those

 

Ah you loved me as a loser, but now you’re worried that I just might win

You know the way to stop me, but you don’t have the discipline

How many nights I prayed for this, to let my work begin

First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

 

I don’t like your fashion business mister

And I don’t like these drugs that keep you thin

I don’t like what happened to my sister

First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

 

I’d really like to live beside you, baby …

 

And I thank you for those items that you sent me

The monkey and the plywood violin

I practiced every night, now I’m ready

First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

 

I am guided…

 

Ah remember me, I used to live for music

Remember me, I brought your groceries in

Well it’s Father’s Day and everybody’s wounded

First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

 

IF IT BE YOUR WILL (VARIOUS POSITIONS, 1984)

 

If it be your will

That I speak no more

And my voice be still

As it was before

I will speak no more

I shall abide until

I am spoken for

If it be your will

 

If it be your will

If a voice be true

From this broken hill

I will sing to you

From this broken hill

All your praises they shall ring

If it be your will

To let me sing

 

If it be your will

If there is a choice

Let the rivers fill

Let the hills rejoice

Let your mercy spill

On all these burning hearts in hell

If it be your will

To make us well

 

and draw us near

Oh bind us tight

All your children here

In their rags of light

In our rags of light

All dressed to kill

And end this night

If it be your will

 

If it be your will.

 

CHELSEA HOTEL NO. 2 (NEW SKIN FOR THE OLD CEREMONY, 1974)

 

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.»

 

Ah then 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 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.

 

SISTERS OF MERCY (SONGS OF LEONARD COHEN, 1967)

 

Oh the sisters of mercy

They are not departed or gone

They were waiting for me

When I thought that I just can’t go on

And they brought me their comfort

And later they brought me this song

Oh I hope you run into them

You who’ve been traveling so long

 

Yes you who must leave everything

That you cannot control

It begins with your family

But soon it comes round to your soul

Well, I’ve been where you’re hanging

I think I can see how you’re pinned

When you’re not feeling holy

Your loneliness says that you’ve sinned

 

They lay down beside me

I made my confession to them

They touched both my eyes

And I touched the dew on their hem

If your life is a leaf

That the seasons tear off and condemn

They will bind you with love

That is graceful and green as a stem

 

When I left they were sleeping

I hope you run into them soon

Don’t turn on the lights

You can read their address by the moon

And you won’t make me jealous

If I hear that they sweetened your night

We weren’t lovers like that

And besides it would still be all right

 

We weren’t lovers like that

And besides it would still be all right

 

 

20 con Javier Krahe

Javier Krahe:

1. A lo Brassens: MARIETA

2. Más George Brassens: LA TORMENTA

3. Una fábula de animalitos: EL TOPO

4. Religiosidad: LOS CAMINOS DEL SEÑOR

5. Mitos griegos: COMO ULISES

6. Sexo: MI MANO EN PENA

7. Más sexo: VECINDARIO

8. Alternativas al sexo: NO TODO VA A SER FOLLAR

9. Guerra de sexos: ¿DÓNDE SE HABRÁ METIDO ESTÁ MUJER?

10. El tamaño ¿importa?: UN BURDO RUMOR

11. Amor: NOS OCUPAMOS DEL MAR

12. Memorias del amor: ABAJO EL ALZHEIMER

13. Política: CUERVO INGENUO

14. El paso del tiempo: KRIPTONITA

15. Las brujas: CIENCIAS OCULTAS

16. Despedida literaria: DÉCIMAS CON AGUARRÁS

17. Sant Cugat: SAN CUCUFATO

18. La Jacinta, Venus Afroleches: VILLATRIPAS

19. Autorretrato-esquela-epitafio (largo), Vanitas vanitatis: Y TODO ES VANIDAD

20. Los orígenes: EL CROMOSOMA

Si volessin…

Si algú se sent al·ludit, i té ales que no voli!
El refrany que cantaré és adagi de carrer,
ja me’l deien al bressol

Si els fills de puta voléssin no veuríem mai el sol

Potser en ajupim sovint,
no es per hàbit ni caprici
Que és per esquivar el calbot,
i esperar el moment propici
tant si es vol com si no es vol

Si els fills de puta volessin no veuríem mai el sol

Al camp la fruita es podreix,
hi ha massa intermediaris
No hi ha planificació
Això diuen els diaris i així resa el camperol

Si els fills de puta volessin no veuríem mai el sol

A Suïssa han ingressat,
mils de milions a cabassos
Després diuen que és l’obrer,
el culpable dels fracassos i la manca de control

Si els fills de puta volessin no veuríem mai el sol

A ciutat anem de cul,
ningú s’aclareix tot falla
Ja no podem respirar,
tothom mes o menys la balla de l’agost fins al juliol

Si els fills de puta volessin no veuríem mai el sol

Surten al carrer, estan
cansats de falses promeses
Sona un tret, com un fuet,
i cau mort, les mans esteses,
deixa dona, fill i dol

Si els fills de puta volessin no veuríem mai el sol

Heu d’oblidar si podeu,
aquests 40 anys de glòria
A mi no em preocupa gens,
perquè tinc mala memòria i el cap dur com un pinyol

Si els fills de puta volessin no veuríem mai el sol

L’unitat no té destí,
l’univers no és cap llimona
Tinc un passaport que diu:
Has nascut a Barcelona i per tant ets espanyol

Si els fills de puta volessin no veuríem mai el sol

Jo cada cop veig més clar,
que el poble diu el que pensa
Hem après aquest proverbi
I amb mútua complaença cantem com un home sol

Si els fills de puta volessin no veuríem mai el sol

Franco Battiato

CENTRO DI GRAVITÀ PERMANENTE

Una vecchia bretone
con un cappello e un ombrello di carta di riso e canna di bambù.
Capitani coraggiosi
furbi contrabbandieri macedoni.
Gesuiti euclidei
vestiti come dei bonzi per entrare a corte degli imperatori
della dinastia dei Ming.
Cerco un centro di gravità permanente
che non mi faccia mai cambiare idea sulle cose sulla gente
avrei bisogno di…

Cerco un centro di gravità permanente
che non mi faccia mai cambiare idea sulle cose sulla gente
Over and over again.

Per le strade di Pechino erano giorni di maggio
tra noi si scherzava a raccogliere ortiche.

Non sopporto i cori russi
la musica finto rock la new wave italiana il free jazz punk inglese.
Neanche la nera africana.

Cerco un centro ecc.

avrei bisogno di…

Cerco un centro ecc.

Over and over again

you are a woman in love baby come into my life

baby i need your love

I want your love

over and over again.

LA STAGIONE DELL’AMORE

La stagione dell’amore viene e va,
I desideri non invecchiano quasi mai con l’etа.
Se penso a come ho speso male il mio tempo
Che non tornerа, non ritornerа piu.
La stagione dell’amore viene e va,
All’improvviso senza accorgerti, la vivrai, ti sorprenderа.
Ne abbiamo avute di occasioni
Perdendole; non rimpiangerle, non rimpiangerle mai.
Ancora un’altro entusiasmo ti farа pulsare il cuore.
Nuove possibilitа per conoscersi
E gli orizzonti perduti non ritornano mai.
La stagione dell’amore tornerа
Con le paure e le scommesse questa volta quanto durerа?
Se penso a come ho speso male il mio tempo
Che non tornerа, non ritornerа piu

CUCCURUCUCU PALOMA

Cuccurucucu Paloma
ahia – iaia – iai cantava
Cuccurucucu Paloma
ahia – iaia – iai cantava.
Le serenate all’ istituto magistrale
nell’ ora di ginnastica o di religione
per carnevale suonavo sopra i carri in maschera
avevo già la luna e urano nel leone
«il mare nel cassetto»
«le mille bolle blù»
da quando sei andata via non esisto più
«il mondo è grigio il mondo è blu».
Cuccurucucu ecc.
L’ira funesta dei profughi afghani
che dal confine si spostarono nell’ Iran
cantami o diva dei pellerossa americani
le gesta erotiche di squaw «pelle di luna»
le penne stilografiche con l’inchiostro blu
la barba col rasoio elettrico non la faccio più
«il mondo è grigio il mondo è blu».
Cuccurucucu ecc.
Lady madonna
I can try
with a little help from my friends
oh oh goodbye Ruby tuesday
come on baby let’s twist again
once upon a time
you dressed so fine, Mary
like just a woman
like a rolling stone.
Cuccurucucu ecc.

Lady madonna ecc.

The Beautiful South

The Beautiful South was an England pop/rock group formed at the end of the 1980s by two former members of Kingston upon Hull group The Housemartins, Paul Heaton and Dave Hemingway. Other members were Sean Welch (bass), Dave Stead (drums) and Dave Rotheray (guitar) and a succession of female vocalists – Briana Corrigan, Jacqui Abbott and Alison Wheeler. The group broke up in January 2007, claiming the split was due to «musical similarities», having sold around 15,000,000 records worldwide. In January 2009, it was announced that the former members Dave Hemingway, Alison Wheeler, and Dave Stead would reform under the name «New Beautiful South» which was later changed to «The South».

3 ORIGINALS AND 3 COVERS

1

Think of you with pipe and slippers
Think of her in bed
Laying there just watching telly
Think of me instead

I’ll never grow so old and flabby
That could never be
Don’t marry her, fuck me

And your love light shines like cardboard
But your work shoes are glistening
She’s a PhD in «I told you so»
You’ve a knighthood in «I’m not listening»

She’ll grab your sweaty bollocks
Then slowly raise her knee
Don’t marry her, fuck me

And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay
And you realise you can’t make it anyway
You have to wash the car
Take the kiddies to the park
Don’t marry her, fuck me

Those lovely Sunday mornings
With breakfast brought in bed
Those blackbirds look like knitting needles
Trying to peck your head

Those birds will peck your soul out
And throw away the key
Don’t marry her, fuck me

And the kitchen’s always tidy
And the bathroom’s always clean
She’s a diploma in «just hiding things»
You’ve a first in «low esteem»

When your socks smell of angels
But your life smells of Brie
Don’t marry her, fuck me

And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay
And you realise you can’t make it anyway
You have to wash the car
Take the kiddies to the park
Don’t marry her, fuck me

And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay
And you realise you can’t make it anyway
You have to wash the car
Take the kiddies to the park
Don’t marry her, fuck me.

2

And the women tug their hair
Like they’re trying to prove it won’t fall out
And all the men are gargoyles
Dipped long in Irish stout

The whole place is pickled
The people are pickles for sure
And no-one knows if they’ve done more here
Than they ever would do in a jar

This could be Rotterdam or anywhere
Liverpool or Rome
‘Cause Rotterdam is anywhere
Anywhere alone
Anywhere alone

And everyone is blonde
And everyone is beautiful
And when blondes and beautiful are multiple
They become so dull and dutiful

And when faced with dull and dutiful
They fire red warning flares
Battle-Khaki personality
With red underwear

This could be Rotterdam or anywhere
Liverpool or Rome
‘Cause Rotterdam is anywhere
Anywhere alone
Anywhere alone

The whole place is pickled
The people are pickles for sure
And no-one knows if they’ve done more here
Than they ever would do in a jar

This could be Rotterdam or anywhere
Liverpool or Rome
‘Cause Rotterdam is anywhere
Anywhere alone

This could be Rotterdam or anywhere
Liverpool or Rome
‘Cause Rotterdam is anywhere
Anywhere alone

3

She’s a perfect 10, but she wears a 12
Baby keep a little 2 for me
She could be sweet 16, bustin’ out at the seams
It’s still love in the first degree

When he’s at my gate, with a big fat 8
You wanna see the smile on my face
And even at my door, with a poor poor 4
There ain’t no man can replace

‘Cause we love our love,
in different sizes
I love her body, especially the lies
Time takes it’s toll, but not on the eyes
Promise me this, take me tonight

If he’s extra large well I’m in charge
I can work this thing on top
If he’s XXL well what the hell
Every penny don’t fit the slot

The anorexic chicks, the model 6
They don’t hold no weight with me
Well 8 or 9, well that’s just fine
But I like to hold something I can see

‘Cause we love our love,
in different sizes
I love her body, especially the lies
Time takes it’s toll, but not on the eyes
Promise me this, take me tonight

I’ve bought a watch, to time your beauty
But I’ve had to fit a second hand
I’ve bought a calendar, and every month
Is taken up by lover man

‘Cause we love our love,
in different sizes
I love her body, especially the lies
Time takes it’s toll, but not on the eyes
Promise me this, take me tonight

‘Cause we love our love, in different sizes
I love her body, especially the lies
Time takes it’s toll, but not on the eyes
Promise me this, take me tonight

C1

Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper «I love you»
Birds singing in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me

Say nighty-night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me
While I’m alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me

Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I’m longing to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me

Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I’m longing to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this

Sweet dreams, till sunbeams find you
Gotta keep dreaming leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
You gotta make me a promise, promise to me
You’ll dream, dream a little of me

C2

Everybody’s talking at me.
I don’t hear a word they’re saying,
Only the echoes of my mind.
People stopping staring,
I can’t see their faces,
Only the shadows of their eyes.

I’m going where the sun keeps shining
Thru’ the pouring rain,
Going where the weather suits my clothes,
Backing off of the North East wind,
Sailing on summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone.

I’m going where the sun keeps shining
Thru’ the pouring rain,
Going where the weather suits my clothes,
Backing off of the North East wind,
Sailing on summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone

C3

Hey ho, let’s go! Hey ho, let’s go!
Hey ho, let’s go! Hey ho, let’s go!They’re forming in straight line
They’re going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop

They’re piling in the back seat
They’re generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop

Hey ho, let’s go
Shoot’em in the back now
What they want, I don’t know
They’re all revved up and ready to go

They’re forming in straight line
They’re going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop

They’re piling in the back seat
They’re generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop

Hey ho, let’s go
Shoot’em in the back now
What they want, I don’t know
They’re all revved up and ready to go

They’re forming in straight line
They’re going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop

They’re piling in the back seat
They’re generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop

Hey ho, let’s go! Hey ho, let’s go!
Hey ho, let’s go! Hey ho, let’s go!

the NEW RAEMON

Un clip de Lyona i un concert privat de R.R. amb M.R.

And «yo Simon, tú Garfunkel»:

THE LOVIN’ SPOONFUL: YOUNGER GIRL and COCONUT GROVE

YOUNGER GIRL

She’s one of those girls who seems to come in the Spring
One look in her eyes and you forget everything
You had ready to say
And I saw her today, yeah…

A younger girl keeps a-rollin’ ‘cross my mind
No matter how much I try, I can’t seem to leave her memory behind
I remember her eyes, soft dark and brown
Said she’d never been in trouble, or even in town
A younger girl keeps a-rollin’ ‘cross my mind

And should I hang around, acting like her brother
In a few more years, they’d call us right for each other
And why
If I wait I’ll just die, yeah…

COCONUT GROVE

It’s really true, how nothing matters,
No mad, mad world,
And no mad hatters,
No one’s pitching,
Cause there ain’t no batters,
In coconut grove.

Don’t bar the door,
There’s no one comin’,
The ocean’s roar,
Will dull the drummin’,
Of any city thoughts and city ways.

The ocean breezes cool my mind,
The salty days are hers and mine,
Just to do what we wanna.

Tonight we’ll find a dune that’s ours,
And softly she will speak the stars,
Until sunup.

It’s all in having someone knowin’,
Just which way your head is blowin’,
It’s always warm like in the mornin’,
In coconut grove.

The ocean breezes cool my mind,
The salty days are hers and mine,
Just to do what we wanna.

Tonight we’ll find a dune that’s ours,
And softly she will speak the stars,
Until sunup.

It’s really true, how nothing matters,
No mad, mad world,
And no mad hatters,
No one’s pitching,
Cause there ain’t no batters,
In coconut grove

MÁS MUÑECAS (Y MUÑECOS)

Hablando de muñecas (y muñecos), sin duda la más célebre de todas, dejando a parte el retablo de maese Pedro del Quijote (2, XXVI),  es Nora, la protagonista de la simbólica «Casa de muñecas» (1879), el clásico teatral del dramaturgo noruego Henrik Ibsen, quien con su personalidad consigue dejar de serlo.

También tenemos la novela «El valle de las muñecas» y su adaptación cinematográfica (novela de Jacqueline Susann, 1966 y película de Mark Robson, 1967), pero las «muñecas» más famosas del cine son las que se relacionan con tipos duros, detectives nocherniegos y crepusculares investigadores privados del cine negro, especialmente el norteamericano: ellas con la apariencia de Lauren Bacall y ellos con el aspecto de Humphrey Bogart:

En música aquí tuvimos la «Noia de porcellana» (1968) de Pau Riba y la «Maniquí» (1975) a la que Sisa quería hacer madre:

Abundaban en la chanson française, además de la fascinante «Poupée qui fait non» (ver post anterior), la «Poupée de cire et de son» de France Gall (1965):

Y otra eurovisiva «Puppet on a String» de Sandie Shaw (1967):

Pero en francés sobre todo recuerdo la muñeca de Georges Brassens, que decía «mamá» cuando la tocabas, «Je me suis fait tout petit» (1956), y que adaptó al castellano Paco Ibáñez, «Por una muñeca me hice chiquitín» (1979):

Quedan para el final las «Wild puppets» (1982) posmodernas de La Mode:

Y toda la caterva de muñecos, muñecas, títeres, marionetas y replicantes que pertenecen a la familia extensa (con la que no nos relacionamos demasiado) y de momento me quedo con estas tres, las míticas «Blade Runner» (1982) y «Pesadilla antes de Navidad» (1993) y la lamentable «Novia de Chucky» (1998):