'81 (joanna newsom)

(fotografia de matthieu lavanchy, "morte-saison", 2008)


"I found a little plot of land
in the garden of eden
it was dirt and dirt is all the same

I tilled it with my two hands
and I called it my very own
There was no one to dispute my claim

Well, you'd be shocked at the state of things
The whole place had just cleared right out
It was hotter than hell, so I lay me by a spring
For a spell as naked as a trout

The wandering eye that I have caught
Is as hot as a wandering sun
But I will want for nothing more, in the garden
To start again
In the hardening of every new heart but one

Meet me in the garden of Eden,
Bring a friend, we are going to have a time
We have are going to have a garden party,
It's on me, no sir-e, it's my dime

We broke out hearts in the war between
St. George and the dragon
But both in equal parts are welcome to come along
To come along, I'm inviting everyone

Farewell, to loves that i have known
Even muddiest as waters run
Tell me what is meant by sitting alone in a garden,
Seceded from the Union in the year of '81?

The unending amends you made
Are enough for one life, be done
I believe in innocence, little darling, start again
I believe in everyone

I believe, regardless, I believe in everyone" (1)

joanna newsom



(1) retirado do cd have one on me (2010)

"sixteen tons" (merle travis)

(fotografia de debbie fleming caffery, "papa" (s/d)


"Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong

You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul"

You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line

You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

If you see me comin', better step aside
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't a-get you
Then the left one will

You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store" (1)

tennessee ernie ford



(1) retirado do disco tennessee ernie ford invites you to come to the fair (1960)

"glory box" (geoff barrow ; beth gibbons ; adrian utley ; andy smith)

(fotografia de harry callahan, "eleanor, chicago (arms above face)", 1948)


"I'm so tired of playing
Playing with this bow and arrow
Gonna give my heart away
Leave it to the other girls to play
For I've been a temptress too long

Just...

Give me a reason to love you
Give me a reason to be a woman
I just wanna be a woman

From this time, unchained
We're all looking at a different picture
Through this new frame of mind
A thousand flowers could bloom
Move over and give us some room

Give me a reason to love you
Give me a reason to be a woman
I just wanna be a woman

So don't you stop being a man
Just take a little look from outside when you can
Show a little tenderness
No matter if you cry

Give me a reason to love you
Give me a reason to be a woman
It's all I wanna be is all woman

For this is the beginning of forever and ever

It's time to move over..." (1)

portishead


(1) retirado do disco dummy (1994) e daqui.

deus

(fotografia de april gertler, s/d). retirada daqui.


"Sou o vento que vos roça os cabelos. Sou o sol que vos aquece o corpo. Sou a chama que vos dança no rosto. Sou o aroma das flores no ar e sou as flores que exalam a sua fragrância. Sou o ar que transporta essa fragrância.

Sou o princípio do vosso primeiro pensamento. Sou o fim do último. Sou a ideia que iluminou o vosso momento mais brilhante. Sou a glória da sua realização. Sou o sentimento que alimentou a coisa mais amorosa que jamais fizeram. Sou a parte de vós que anseia por esse sentimento repetidamente.

O que quer que para vocês resulte, o que quer que o faça acontecer - qualquer que seja o ritual, cerimónia, demonstração, meditação, pensamento, canção, palavra ou acção necessária para que vocês se «re-unam» - façam-no.

Fazei isto em memória de Mim." (1)

neale donald walsch



(1) WALSCH, Neale Donald - Conversas com Deus: livro 2. 5ª ed. Cascais: Sinais de Fogo, 2002. ISBN 972-8541-10-4. pg. 52.

hierarquia das águas

(imagem do rio guadiana, retirada daqui)

"o tejo segredou ao guadiana
de que cor a lezíria dos teus
olhos verdes.

são pedaços de uma noite sem
espaço e em que o tempo, maleável
à água, submete-se ao corpo nu,

distante
como
a
noite
mais
fria.

o teu corpo uma lezíria,
o rio uma fonte inventando
o prazer,

em baixo a gruta de pele que
silencia o poema.

no fogo
das laranjeiras a noite
silenciosa da
gruta
perante o rio.

o tejo segredou ao guadiana
de que clausura se erguem
os teus braços nos meus.

jorge vicente

in Ascensão do Fogo. São Mamede de Infesta: Edium Editores, 2008.