"long black train" (lee hazlewood)

(fotografia de Jean-Christian Bourcart, da série "traffic" (1999-2003)


"Back when I was ten Jim was my best friend
We'd go down to the station and watched the trains come in
The long black train the long black train

Some day I told my friend we'll ride that train and then
We'll make a fortune for ourselves and we'll ride it home again
The long black train the long black train

As we grew older Jim grew wilder than the wind
He robbed the bank in our hometown and they sent me after him
On the long black train the long black train

And so I cut my friend twelve men convicted him
Ninety nine years is what he got I'll bet it seems like a hundred to Jim
He'll miss the long black train the long black train" (1)

Lee Hazlewood



(1) retirado do cd de Lee Hazlewood, Trouble Is a Lonesome Town (1963)

"strange days" (the doors)

(quadro de alexander calder, "blanc et noir", 1972)





"Strange days have found us

Strange days have tracked us down

They're going to destroy

Our casual joys

We shall go on playing

Or find a new town



 Strange eyes fill strange rooms

Voices will signal their tired end

The hostess is grinning

Her guests sleep from sinning

Hear me talk of sin

And you know this is it



Strange days have found us

And through their strange hours

We linger alone

Bodies confused

Memories misused

As we run from the day

To a strange night of stone" (1)



The Doors







(1) retirado do LP dos Doors, Weird Scenes Inside the Gold Mine (1972)

"the next time it happens" (richard rodgers / oscar hammerstein II)

(fotografia de Manuel Alvarez Bravo, "la buena fama durmiendo" (1938)


"The next time it happens
I'll know what not to do

The next time it happens
I'll be wise enough to know
Not to trust my eyesight
When my eyes begin to glow

The next time I'm in love
With anyone like you
My heart will sing no love song
Till I know the words are true

The next time it happens
What a foolish thing to say
Who expects a miracle
To happen every day

It isn't in the cards
As far as I can see
That a thing so
Beautiful and wonderful
Could happen more than once to me" (1)

carmen mcrae



(1) retirado do single de carmen mcrae, "come on, come in / the next time it happens" (1955)

"smalltown" (lou reed / john cale)

(fotografias de yuri firmeza)



"When you're growing up in a small town
when you're growing up in a small town
when you're growing up in a small town
you say, no one famous ever came from here

When you're growing up in a small town
and you're having a nervous breakdown
and you think that you'll never escape it
yourself or the place that you live

Where did Picasso come from
there's no Michelangelo coming from Pittsburgh
if art is the tip of the iceberg
I'm the part sinking below

When you're growing up in a small town
bad skin, bad eyes, gay and fatty
people look at you funny
when you're in a small town

My father worked in construction
it's not something for which I'm suited
oh, what is something for which you are suited
getting out of here

I hate being odd in a small town
if they stare let them stare in New York City
as this pink eyed painting albino
how far can my fantasy go

I'm no Dali coming from Pittsburgh
no adorable lisping Capote
my hero, oh, do you think I could meet him
I'd camp out at his front door

There is only one good thing about small town
there is only one good use for a small town
there is only one good thing about small town
you know that you want to get out
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When you're growing up in a small town
you know you'll grow down in a small town
there is only one good use for a small town

You hate it and you'll know you have to leave" (1)

lou reed & john cale



(1) retirado do cd de lou reed & john cale, songs for drella (1990).

"stinging nettle, honeysuckle" (blessed feathers)

(fotografia de beth moysés, "despiértate", 2007)


"There's poison words just gurgling
At the base of your throat
You swallow them back down

You and yours they bring me down
With nails their grudging hammer falls
Not meant for wedding gowns

And though we wont be there's memories I'll still keep

You're holding hands with some new girl
You braid her hair into curls
Because I set you free

I hope you plan to speak to her
In the sweetest honeysuckle words
Stinging nettle though I'll be

I'm sorry dear with all my heart
With tears I broke your fragile heart
I opened up your cage

I hope you're well and doing fine
And found a love as pure as mine
We're on a brand new page" (1)

blessed feathers



(1) retirado do cd dos blessed feathers, from the mouths of the middle class (2011)

"for the rabbits" (caitlin rose)

(fotografia de pedro meyer, "felicidad de venta aquí - houston, texas", 2006)


"Why is your love like fire, she said
Why is your love my hell
Always prepared for your departure
Buried under another argument

Why is your love like rubber, he said
A gum stuck under my shoe
Leaving it there to avoid the risk of
Making a mess out of you

So fall back into my absent arms
Fall back into routine disaster
Habit's the only place that you call home

Fall back into my desperate arms
Fall back into this old disaster
Cause it's better than spending all your nights alone

Why am I your child
Just as much as you are mine
Keeping me in your control
And keeping me in line

Why is your love so unfulfilling
And why can't my heart stand the test
You're playing this game of kiss or kill me
Why won't you give it a rest

And fall back into my absent arms
Fall back into routine disaster
Habit's the only place that you call home

Fall back into my desperate arms
Fall back into this old disaster
Cause it's better than spending all your nights alone

Looking back at myself
It's wrong how much I change for you
I sit back and watch my channels
Change just how you want them to

I'm staring at this window
I'm avoiding your emotion
I am hiding behind tappings
Of my fingers and the ocean

So fall back into my absent arms
Fall back into routine disaster
Habit's the only place that you call home

Fall back into my desperate arms
Fall back into this old disaster
Cause it's better than spending all your nights alone" (1)

caitlin rose


(1) retirado do disco de caitlin rose, own side now (2010)

"soul kitchen" (the doors)

(fotografia de alain loison, "jane birkin et serge gainsbourg à la prémiere du film slogan", 1969)


"Well, the clock says it's time to close now
I guess I'd better go now
I'd really like to stay here all night
The cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes
Street lights share their hollow glow
Your brain seems bruised with numb surprise
Still one place to go
Still one place to go

Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
Warm my mind near your gentle stove
Turn me out and I'll wander baby
Stumblin' in the neon groves
Well, your fingers weave quick minarets
Speak in secret alphabets
I light another cigarette
Learn to forget, learn to forget
Learn to forget, learn to forget

Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
Warm my mind near your gentle stove
Turn me out and I'll wander baby
Stumblin' in the neon groves

Well the clock says it's time to close now
I know I have to go now
I really want to stay here
All night, all night, all night" (1)

the doors


(1) retirado do cd dos doors, the doors (1967)

"silver dagger" (traditional)

(fotografia de tom millea, "sandra" (s/d)


"Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother
She's sleeping here right by my side
And in her right hand a silver dagger,
She says that I can't be your bride.

All men are false, says my mother,
They'll tell you wicked, lovin' lies.
The very next evening, they'll court another,
Leave you alone to pine and sigh.

My daddy is a handsome devil
He's got a chain five miles long,
And on every link a heart does dangle
Of another maid he's loved and wronged.

Go court another tender maiden,
And hope that she will be your wife,
For I've been warned, and I've decided
To sleep alone all of my life." (1)

joan baez



(1) retirado do cd joan baez: volume 1 (1960)

'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)

"you don't have to cry" (stephen stills)

(fotografia de bruce wrighton, "man in yellow shirt/tie" (1987), retirado daqui)


"In the mornin' when you rise
Do you think of me and how you left me cryin'?
Are you thinkin' of telephones
And managers and where you got to be at noon?

You are living a reality
I left years ago, it quite nearly killed me
In the long run it will make you cry
Make you crazy and old before your time
And the difference between me and you
I won't argue right or wrong but I have time to cry my baby

You don't have to cry" (1)

crosby, stills & nash


(1) retirado do cd dos crosby, stills & nash, crosby, stills & nash (1969)

"helpless" (neil young)

(fotografia de caroline waltman,"geboortegrond", s/d), retirada daqui)


"There is a town in north Ontario,
With dream comfort memory to spare,
And in my mind
I still need a place to go,
All my changes were there.

Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.
Leave us

Helpless, helpless, helpless
Baby can you hear me now?
The chains are locked
and tied across the door,
Baby, sing with me somehow.

Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.
Leave us

Helpless, helpless, helpless." (1)

crosby, stills, nash & young


(1) retirado do cd dos crosby, stills, nash & young, déjà vu (1970)

"silent all these years" (tori amos)

(desenho de henry moore, "stonehenge", 1973)


"Excuse me but can I be you for a while
My dog won't bite if you sit real still
I got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again
Yeah I can hear that
Been saved again by the garbage truck
I got something to say you know
But nothing comes
Yes I know what you think of me
You never shut-up
Yeah I can hear that

But what if I'm a mermaid
In these jeans of his
With her name still on it
Hey but I don't care
Cause sometimes
I said sometimes
I hear my voice
And it's been here
Silent All These Years

So you found a girl
Who thinks really deep thougts
What's so amazing about really deep thoughts
Boy you best praya that I bleed real soon
How's that thought for you
My scream got lost in a paper cup
You think there's a heaven
Where some screams have gone
I got 25 bucks and a cracker
Do you think it's enough
To get us there

Cause what if I'm a mermaid
In these jeans of his
With her name still on it
Hey but I don't care
Cause sometimes
I said sometimes
I hear my voice
And it's been here
Silent All These...

Years go by
Will I still be waiting
For somebody else to understand
Years go by
If I'm stripped of my beauty
And the orange clouds
Raining in head
Years go by
Will I choke on my tears
Till finally there is nothing left
One more casualty
You know we're too easy Easy Easy

Well I love the way we communicate
Your eyes focus on my funny lip shape
Let's hear what you think of me now
But baby don't look up
The sky is falling
Your mother shows up in a nasty dress
It's your turn now to stand where I stand
Everybody lookin' at you here
Take hold of my hand
Yeah I can hear them

But what if I'm a mermaid
In these jeans of his
With her name still on it
Hey but I don't care
Cause sometimes
I said sometimes
I hear my voice

And it's been here
Silent All These Years
I've been here
Silent All These Years" (1)

tori amos


(1) retirado de live with the metropole orchestra - radio broadcast (2010) e daqui.

"the new pollution" (beck hansen / mike simpson / john king)

(pintura de romero britto, "untitled", s/d)


"She's got cigarette army charm
She's got the lily-white cavity crazes
She's got a carburetor tied to the moon
Pink eyes looking to the fruit of the ages

She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution

She's got a hand on a wheel of pain
She can talk to the mangling strangers
She can sleep in a fiery ball
Throwing truffles to the dying embers

She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution

She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution

She's got a paradise camouflage
Like a whip-crack sending me shivers
She's the boat in a strip mine ocean
Riding low on the drunken rivers

She's alone in the new pollution" (1)

beck



(1) retirado do ep "the new pollution" (1997) e daqui.

"patterns" (paul simon)

(pintura de howard hodgkin, "strictly personal", 2000-2002)


"The night sets softly
With the hush of falling leaves,
Casting shivering shadows
On the houses through the trees,
And the light from a street lamp
Paints a pattern on my wall,
Like the pieces of a puzzle
Or a child's uneven scrawl.


Up a narrow flight of stairs
In a narrow little room,
As I lie upon my bed
In the early evening gloom.
Impaled on my wall
My eyes can dimly see
The pattern of my life
And the puzzle that is me.


From the moment of my birth
To the instant of my death,
There are patterns I must follow
Just as I must breathe each breath.
Like a rat in a maze
The path before me lies,
And the pattern never alters
Until the rat dies.


And the pattern still remains
On the wall where darkness fell,
And it's fitting that it should,
For in darkness I must dwell.
Like the color of my skin,
Or the day that I grow old,
My life is made of patterns
That can scarcely be controlled." (1)

paul simon



(1) retirado do cd dos simon & garfunkel, parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme e daqui (1966)

"red tin roof" (alela diane menig)

(obra de tiiu ashcraft, "untitled, II", s/d)


"A frost covered the ground this way
Bit the lilacs petals, turned them brown
They are not in blue pitchers
On the kitchen table anymore

‘Cause my mother is down in Mexico somewhere
And I don’t know if she’s ever coming back.
And my father we talk on the telephone sometimes
But the wires, they’re not long enough to fill this hole
And my brother it’s nice to hear his voice
And reminisce about how we all used to live there
Under the red red red red tin roof

Now all separate we walked away
But I need a grasp to take the cold from my hands
A place to lean on so I can feel those strong breaths again
To feel the shape without the light
Or to sit in the gleam of the living room again

But my mother is down in Mexico somewhere
And I don’t know if she’s ever coming back
And my father we talk on the telephone sometimes
But the wire they’re not long enough to fill this hole
And my brother it’s nice to hear his voice
To reminisce about how we used to live there
Under the red red red red tin roof

Will someone please please help me
Unlock this skeleton from this flesh rest
I think it wants to walk away to some place that no longer exists
Why can’t we back track
So we can all sit up on that hill
And watch the trees along the fence grow
All over again
Why can’t we back track so we can all sit up on that hill
And watch the trees along the fence grow
All over again

‘Cause my mother is down in Mexico somewhere
And I don’t know if she’s ever coming back
And my father we talk on the telephone sometimes
But the wires they’re not long enough to fill this whole
And my brother it’s nice to hear his voice
To reminisce about how we all used to live there
Under the red red red red tin roof

But never again will I hear the rain fall
So good
Never again will I hear the rain fall
So good
Like it did on the red, the red tin roof" (1)

alela diane


(1) retirado do álbum forest parade (2003) e daqui.

"my brambles" (alela diane menig)

(desenho de will barnet, "circe" (1979)


"Sun is dancin', my darlin'
Arms been holding me all mornin'
Sea is so far from home, my darlin'

But if we'd only feet
It is here that we'd roam
O if we'd just two feet
It is here that we'd roam
And your arms would be keeping me all day

O your love calms my brambles
And your hands bring me sweet lavender
O you love clams my brambles
And your hands bring me sweet lavender

The glow will dance into the mountains
Darkness falls upon the canyon
When the heat is gone my darlin'
Please come gather me" (1)

alela diane

"dry grass & shadows" (alela diane menig)

(pintura de franz kline, "kitska", circa 1949/1950)


"There are things that I've seen in my head while I'm sleeping in bed
They do not wither in the morning light
I'm taken back, oh I'm taken back to the dry grass and the shadows

Thinking I'd like to look at your teeth lined up in perfect rows
A maze of children feeding orchard trees
Where the flat lands stretch inside your mouth
And when you laugh all the star thistles stumble out
The flat lands stretch inside your mouth
And when you laugh all the star-thistles stumble out

Strong spines of valley hills all overgrown in gold
Look softer than a spool of old silk thread
But if we walked down with our feet
I'd be pulling spines and barbs and fox tails from your skin
Oh, if we walked down with our feet
I'd be pulling spines and barbs and fox tails from your skin

There are things that I've seen in my head while I'm sleeping in bed
They do not wither in the morning light
I'm taken back, oh I'm taken back to the dry grass and the shadows
I'm taken back, oh I'm taken back to the dry grass and the shadows" (1)

alela diane



(1) retirado do cd to be still, de 2009

"ohio" (neil young)

(fotografia do massacre de ken state, 1970, quando a Ohio National Guard abriu fogo contra estudantes pacifistas, retirado daqui)


"Tin soldiers and Nixon's coming we're finally on our own
this summer I hear the drumming four dead in Ohio

Gotta get down to it soldiers are gunning us down
should of been done long ago
what if you knew her and found her dead on the ground
how can you run when you know?

Gotta get down to it soldiers are gunning us down
should of been done long ago
what if you knew her and found her dead on the ground
how can you run when you know?

Tin soldiers and Nixon's coming we're finally on our own
this summer I hear the drumming four dead in Ohio" (1)

crosby, stills, nash & young


(1) retirado do cd dos crosby, stills, nash & young, so far (1974) e daqui.

"white christmas" (irving berlin)

(pintura de ernest fiene, "the connecticut river farm view", circa 1935)


"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten,
and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white" (1)

ray conniff e a sua orquestra

(1) retirado do ep de ray conniff e a sua orquestra, natal com conniff (1959) e daqui.