"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)

poema 31 de "hierofania dos dedos"

(pintura de paul césar helleu, "ellen et sa tante", 1887)


o poema: a apoteose do encontro
o assumir das palavras brancas
na teurgia que procede ao corpo.

tudo existe
tudo é
na sílaba dos dedos.

jorge vicente

'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)