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[isidor]

Nije pomenut Nick Drake,a od nesto mladjih grupa Belle and Sebastian.Catwoman(kojoj se zbog izuzetnog ukusa vec duze vreme neuspesno udvaram)je ostavila moju omiljenu od The Smiths i Iana Curtisa.Od bas bas mladih izdvajaju mi se jedino kao pesnici Devendra Banhart,koji nekad ume da zablista,ali mu se izgleda vise svidja da bude duhovit.Inace je prvi kantautor koji je puno pesama posvetio temi roditeljstva u najpozitivnijem smislu,sto je dragoceno. Tu je i Antony,iz Antony and the Johnsons,dobar pesnik,odlican izvodjac.Ima ih jos,ali ako zaista zelite da slusate muziku u kojoj tekstovi jos uvek nesto znace,to nije pop,nego country,i ja sam beznadezno inficiran.Naravno,treba Neshvill sound razlikovati od desert rocka kakav recimo sviraju Calexico ili Giant sand,Violent femmes,ili moji miljenici 16 horsepower.
Usput,cak i onaj najtvrdokorniji Neshvil narodnjak nudi fenomenalnu produkciju,dobre vokale i,pa u najmanju ruku, korektne tekstove...

[Indy]

Evo neceg sto vole Australijanci...

From St Kilda to Kings Cross (Paul Kelly)



From St Kilda to Kings Cross is thirteen hours on a bus
I pressed my face against the glass and watched the white lines rushing past
And all around me felt like all inside me
And my body left me and my soul went running

Have you ever seen Kings Cross when the rain is falling soft?
I came in on the evening bus, from Oxford Street I cut across
And if the rain don't fall too hard everything shines just like a postcard
Everything goes on just the same
Fair-weather friends are the hungriest friends
I keep my mouth well shut, I cross their open hands

I want to see the sun go down from St Kilda Esplanade
Where the beach needs reconstruction, where the palm trees have it hard
I'd give you all of Sydney Harbour (all that land, all that water)
For that one sweet promenade

[ignjat]

Žak Brel - Amsterdam - Engleska verzija (jerbo ne parlam french)

In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he brings
From the wide open sea
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sleeps
While the river bank weeps
To the old willow tree

In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries
In a drunken town fight
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who's born
On a hot muggy morn
By the dawn's early light

In the port of Amsterdam
Where the sailors all meet
There's a sailor who eats
Only fish heads and tails
And he'll show you his teeth
That have rotten too soon
That can haul up the sails
That can swallow the moon

And he yells to the cook
With his arms open wide
"Hey, bring me more fish
Throw it down by my side"
And he wants so to belch
But he's too full to try
So he stands up and laughs
And he zips up his fly

In the port of Amsterdam
You can see sailors dance
Paunches bursting their pants
Grinding women to porch
They've forgotten the tune
That their whiskey voice croaked
Splitting the night
With the roar of their jokes

And they turn and they dance
And they laugh and they lust
Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts
And then out of the night
With their pride in their pants
And the sluts that they tow
Underneath the street lamps

In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who drinks
And he drinks and he drinks
And he drinks once again
He'll drink to the health
Of the whores of Amsterdam
Who've given their bodies
To a thousand other men

Yeah, they've bargained their virtue
Their goodness all gone
For a few dirty coins
Well he just can't go on
Throws his nose to the sky
And he aims it up above
And he pisses like I cry
On the unfaithful love

In the port of Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam

[zzzzz]

James Douglas Morrison
THE SEVERED GARDEN
(posthumno, u pozadini Tomaso Albinoni - Adagio)

Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain South Cruel bindings.
The servants have the power
dog-men and their mean women
pulling poor blankets over our sailors

I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the TV tower
I want roses in my garden bower, dig?
Royal babies, rubies must now replace
Aborted strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
for the plant that's plowed.

They are waiting to take us
into the severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
comes death on a strange hour
unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
and gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven's claws

No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
until it's other jaw reveals incest
and loose obedience to a vegetable law.

I will not go
Prefer a Feast of Friends
To the Giant Family.

[Catwoman]

Catwoman(kojoj se zbog izuzetnog ukusa vec duze vreme neuspesno udvaram)

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

Pa udvaraj se malo upadljivije!

[Rad-oh-yeah?]

A Rainy Night in Soho
I]By Shane MacGowan[/I]

I've been loving you a long time
Down all the years, down all the days
And I've cried for all your troubles
Smiled at your funny little ways
We watched our friends grow up together
And we saw them as they fell
Some of them fell into Heaven
Some of them fell into Hell

I took shelter from a shower
And I stepped into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistling all its charms
I sang you all my sorrows
You told me all your joys
Whatever happened to that old song
To all those little girls and boys

Sometimes I wake up in the morning
The gingerlady by my bed
Covered in a cloak of silence
I hear you talking in my head
I'm not singing for the future
I'm not dreaming of the past
I'm not talking of the fist time
I never think about the last

Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
Still there's a light I hold before me
You're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams

[kobac]

amanda palmer of 'dresden dolls'

coin operated boy

coin operated boy
sitting on the shelf he is just a toy
but i turn him on and he comes to life
automatic joy
that is why i want a coin operated boy

made of plastic and elastic
he is rugged and long-lasting
who could ever ever ask for more
love without complications galore
many shapes and weights to choose from
i will never leave my bedroom
i will never cry at night again
wrap my arms around him and pretend....

coin operated boy
all the other real ones that i destroy
cannot hold a candle to my new boy and i'll
never let him go and i'll never be alone
not with my coin operated boy......

this bridge was written to make you feel smitten
with my sad picture of girl getting bitter
can you extract me from my plastic fantasy
i didnt think so but im still convinceable
will you persist even after i bet you
a billion dollars that i'll never love you
will you persist even after i kiss you
goodbye for the last time
will you keep on trying to prove it?
i'm dying to lose it...
i want it
i want you
i want a coin operated boy.

and if i had a star to wish on
for my life i cant imagine
any flesh and blood could be his match
i can even take him in the bath

coin operated boy
he may not be real experienced with girls
but i know he feels like a boy should feel
isnt that the point that is why i want a
coin operated boy
with his pretty coin operated voice
saying that he loves me that hes thinking of me
straight and to the point
that is why i want
a coin operated boy.

Edited by kobac, 24 March 2006 - 18:00.

[ignjat]

Ne smemo da zaboravimo ni Pola Sajmona.



Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence

[Indy]

Jedna od brojnih sjajnih pesama gospodina Steven Patrick Morrisey-a:


Cemetery Gates

A dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side

A dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
while Wilde is on mine

So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
all those people all those lives
where are they now?
with the loves and hates
and passions just like mine
they were born
and then they lived and then they died
seems so unfair
and I want to cry

You say: "ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn"
and you claim these words as your own
but I've read well, and I've heard them said
a hundred times, maybe less, maybe more

If you must write prose and poems
the words you use should be your own
don't plagiarise or take "on loans"
there's always someone, somewhere
with a big nose, who knows
and who trips you up and laughs
when you fall
who'll trip you up and laugh
when you fall

You say: "ere long done do does did"
words which could only be your own
and then you then produce the text
from whence was ripped some dizzy whore, 1804

A dreaded sunny day
so let's go where we're happy
and I meet you at the cemetery gates
Oh Keats and Yeats are on your side

A dreaded sunny day
so let's go where we're wanted
and I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
but you lose because Wilde is on mine

[Indy]

...divna, divna, Joni...

Strange Boy (Joni Mitchell)



A strange boy is weaving
A course of grace and havoc
On a yellow skateboard
Thru midday sidewalk traffic
Just when I think he's foolish and childish
And I want him to be manly
I catch my fool and my child
Needing love and understanding

What a strange, strange boy
He still lives with his family
Even the war and the navy
couldn't bring him to maturity

He keeps referring back to school days
And clinging to his child
Fidgeting and bullied
His crazy wisdom holding onto something wild
He asked me to be patient
Well I failed
"Grow up!" I cried
And as, the smoke was clearing he said
"Give me one good reason why!"

What a strange, strange boy
He sees the cars as sets of waves
Sequences of mass and space
He sees the damage in my face

We got high on travel
And we got drunk on alcohol
And on love the strongest poison and medicine of all
See how that feeling comes and goes
Like the pull of moon on tides
Now I am surf rising
Now parched ribs of sand at his side

What a strange, strange boy
I gave him clothes and jewelry
I gave him my warm body
I gave him power over me

A thousand glass eyes were staring
In a cellar full of antique dolls
I found an old piano
And sweet chords rose up in waxed New England halls
While the boarders were snoring
Under crisp white sheets of curfew
We were newly lovers then
We were fire in the stiff-blue-haired-house-rules

[nastassia]

Traces of the western slopes

We go down round
The far side of the tracks
Lolitas playing dominoes and poker
Behind their daddy's shacks
Vacant-eyes, glue-face boys
On a pearl splashing glass
If they give us any flack
If they come up on our ass
We'll just give 'em the go-by
The Cadillac pass

Take me now
From the blue and pale room I'd follow
Through the faces and the traces of
Treasure I keep hearing inside me
Madmen throw their voices
From pretty boys
And from the best ones
You pick up connections
As they hand you your directions
To the Western Slope

I lied to my angel so I could take you downtown
I'd lie to anybody there was nobody else around
And I know what people say about me
But I lied to my angel and now he can't find me

I'm sorry
I saw him
I saw him
Laughing
I could hear them
Laughing
Alive
I could hear them

E. A. Poe
And Johnny Johnson
If you dial in
They're calling from the Western Slope
Who's the thin thread of light
That keeps you strangled in the scenery
That follows my voice --- can you se me?
Then follow my voice

Who raised this banner?
That no one hears --- The Jack
Beneath the axis
Digging under the current
Someone's trying to get back
But who's qualified to retrieve
The soul's enduring song?
From the grottos of her eyes
And the clashing stars

E. A. Poe
And Johnny Johnson
If you dial in
They're calling from the Western Slope
Who's the thin thread of light
That keeps you strangled in the scenery
That follows my voice --- can you se me?
Then follow my voice --- see me?

Rickie Lee Jones

[Indy]

Malčice off-topic, ali ipak i na temu - "Kula pesme" stoji vrlo dobro, hvala na pitanju... Tekst iz melburnškog The Age-a od 31.01.2005.


Came So Far For Beauty
Patrick Donovan
January 31, 2005


They came so far for him: from left, Jarvis Cocker, Rufus Wainwright, Beth Orton, Nick Cave and Teddy Thompson at rehearsal for the Leonard Cohen show in Sydney.

Sydney Festival
Concert Hall, Sydney Opera House
January 28

These types of nights aren't supposed to happen until you're dead. Came So Far for Beauty, which runs for three nights as part of the Sydney Festival, feels like a wake for a respected songwriter or band - only they are celebrating the living treasure Leonard Cohen, for only the third time after performances in Brooklyn's Prospect Park and the English seaside town of Brighton.

One can't help thinking upon arrival that this is a Clayton's event - surely it would be better witnessing the Poet Laureate of Pessimism in the flesh. He's still making pretty cool albums, retains his chocolate velvet baritone, and after a stint in a Zen Buddhist temple, he seems to have found what was eluding him and driving many of his melancholy songs - no, not the perfect woman, but peace.

But hang on a minute - this band on stage is pretty darn good, offering understated orchestral and country arrangements of Cohen's songbook of love and sorrow. Even Cohen's original backing singers, Perla Batalla and Julie Christensen, are there to give an authentic touch to the songs. Nick Cave's there, of course - he's learnt a few things about the love song from the master.

He's dressed in black, singing a sublime version of Suzanne, a slow funky take on I'm Your Man and one of Cohen's nasty ones, Diamonds in the Mine. Cohen would never dance this well on stage.

Also backing Cave are Kate and Anna McGarrigle, who provided back-up vocals on Cave's Nocturama album. And Kate's kids, Martha and Rufus Wainwright, who all sing together in harmony. Sunday afternoon must have been a hoot at their place.

And there's Beth Orton, singing Sisters of Mercy in denim shorts and with legs up to here. Now Orton's singing Death of a Ladies Man with Pulp's Jarvis Cocker. He can dance, and they ham it up, tapping into Cohen's dark sense of humour and sexual mischievousness, breaking the generally downbeat tone of the evening.

Here comes husband and wife duo Rennie and Brett Sparks, the Handsome Family. They plug into Cohen's gothic storytelling on the most contemporary song of the night, A Thousands Kisses Deep, a song that Rennie says took place at the bottom of the sea. Rufus Wainwright camps it up for a cabaret version of Everybody Knows, but sticks to the script for Chelsea Hotel and Famous Blue Raincoat.

Teddy Thompson's sardonic take on The Future is pretty good, as is Martha Wainwright's sassy honky tonk reading of Tower of Song.


The man himself, Leonard Cohen

Many of Cohen's songs deal with love, so they can be sung by either gender, but the best moments come when male and female voices intertwine, as if making love. The last-minute ring-in for the night, a man who goes simply by the name of Antony, was last heard in Australia singing Nico's Velvet Underground parts on Lou Reed's tour.

He uses his quivering, angelic voice to great effect in a superb duet with Cave on the rollicking all-in finale, Don't Go Home With a Hard On.

But it is Cohen's signature song, Bird on a Wire, that really floors the crowd. It's his confession, his My Way, and is sung by Batalla, who says the song is very important to her. "I have tried in my way to be free," she sings with great empathy and understanding.

We really hope you are, Leonard.

[Phil]

Evo malo Pola Hjusona
So Cruel
(Achtung Baby)

We crossed the line, who pushed who over?
It doesn't matter to you, it matters to me.
We're cut adrift, but still floating.
I'm only hanging on to watch you go down, my love.

I disappeared in you
You disappeared from me.
I gave you everything you ever wanted
It wasn't what you wanted.
The men who love you, you hate the most
They pass right through you like a ghost.
They look for you, but your spirit is in the air.
Baby, you're nowhere.

Oh, love, you say in love there are no rules.
Oh, love, sweet-heart, you're so cruel.

Desperation is a tender trap
It gets you every time.
You put your lips to her lips
To stop the lie.
Her skin is pale like God's only dove
Screams like an angel for your love
Then she makes you watch her from above
And you need her like a drug.

Oh, love, you say in love there are no rules.
Oh, love, sweet-heart, you're so cruel.

She wears my love like a see-through dress
Her lips say one thing, her movements something else.
Oh, love, like a screaming flower
Love dying every hour.
Ah, you don't know if it's fear or desire,
Danger the drug that takes you higher?
Head of heaven, fingers in the mire
Her heart is racing you can't keep up.
The night is bleeding like a cut
Between the horses of love and lust we are trampled underfoot.

Oh, love, to stay with you I'd be a fool.
Oh, sweetheart, you're so cruel.

[Indy]

Country Boy Can Survive (Williams Hank Jr)


The preacher man says it’s the end of time
And the Mississippi River she’s a goin’ dry
The interest is up and the Stock Markets down
And you only get mugged
If you go down town

I live back in the woods, you see
A woman and the kids, and the dogs and me
I got a shotgun rifle and a 4-wheel drive
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain’t too many things these ole boys can’t do
We grow good ole tomatoes and homemade wine
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

Because you can’t starve us out
And you cant makes us run
Cause one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun
And we say grace and we say Ma’am
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn

We came from the West Virginia coalmines
And the Rocky Mountains and the and the western skies
And we can skin a buck; we can run a crop line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

I had a good friend in New York City
He never called me by my name, just hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a businessman
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway nights
And I’d send him some homemade wine

But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For 43 dollars my friend lost his life
Id love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes
And shoot him with my old 45
Cause a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

Cause you can’t starve us out and you can’t make us run
Cause one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun
And we say grace and we say Ma’am
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn

We’re from North California and south Alabama
And little towns all around this land
And we can skin a buck; we can run a crop line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

[Gojko & Stojko]

Hang On To A Dream
(Tim Hardin)

What can I say, she's walking away
From what we've seen
What can I do, still loving you
It's all a dream

How can we hang on to a dream
How can it, will it be, the way it seems

What can I do, she's saying we're through
With how it was
What will I try, I still don't see why
She says what she does

How can we hang on to a dream
How can it, will it be, the way it seems

What can I say, she's walking away
From what we've seen
What can I do, still loving you
It's all a dream

How can we hang on to a dream
How can it, will it be, the way it seems
How can we hang on to a dream

What can I say, she's walking away
From what we've seen
What can I do, still loving you
It's all a dream

How can we hang on to a dream
How can it, will it be, the way it seems
How can we hang on to a dream



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