He Needs Me

Nina Simone - Do I Move You

JEFF BUCKLEY- MY SWEETHEART THE DRUNK- LIVE

I Don't Belong - Fontaines D.C.

Valter Lobo - Oeste

Pontas soltas vão cair aos pés
Num oeste onde eu não dançava
Foi o som, foi a luz em si
Foi a sorte que eu não contava

Só de te abraçar sinto que a música altera-me em tudo mais
A música altera o meu corpo, altera o mundo, altera-se
Só de ver dançar sinto que a música altera-me em tudo mais
A música altera o meu corpo, altera o mundo, altera-se

Põe-se o sol, vem a lua, abro o peito
No oeste teu somos valsas
Ameaçou e atingiu a preceito
Foi queda sem um amparo

Só de te abraçar sinto que a música altera-me em tudo mais
A música altera o meu corpo, altera o mundo, altera-se
Só de ver dançar sinto que a música altera-me em tudo mais
A música altera o meu corpo, altera o mundo, altera-se
Ai meu amor

Só de te abraçar sinto que a música altera-me em tudo mais
A música altera o meu corpo, altera o mundo, altera-se
Só de ver dançar sinto que a música altera-me em tudo mais
A música altera o meu corpo, altera o mundo, altera-se

Só de te abraçar sinto que a música altera-me em tudo mais
A música altera o meu corpo, altera o mundo, altera-se
Só de ver dançar sinto que a música altera-me em tudo mais
A música altera o meu corpo, altera o mundo, altera-se
Ai meu amor

Bob Dylan - Visions of Johanna

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I explain?
It's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

Inside the museums, infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeez, I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel

The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain

La fontaine de sang

Le vin de ses vaisseaux
Au rythme de son cœur
Coule et donne à boire
À des bouches au hasard

Mille et une personnes
Des amis, des amants
Viennent boire impunément
Des gorgées de son sang

Des hommes, les hommes, ces hommes
Gastrolâtres et gourmands
Viendront dévaliser
La fontaine de sang

Des hommes, les hommes, ces hommes
Gastrolâtres et gourmands
Viendront dévaliser toute
La fontaine de sang
Sa fontaine de sang

Viendront dévaliser toute
La fontaine de sang
Sa fontaine

La ration des enfants
Est gobée librement
L'insatiable parent
A tué ses enfants

La fontaine tarie, elle
Retrouvera la vie
Une fois que ses ennemis
Ne seront plus de son temps

Compositores: Alexis Delong / Nicolas Subrechicot / Pierre Cheguillaume / Zaho de Sagazan

Rewind

Burden Of Life

Beth Gibbons / Penderecki / Górecki - Symphony No. 3 Final Movement

The Last Dinner Party - Nothing Matters

I have my sentence now
At last, I know just how you felt
I dig my fingers in, expecting more than just the skin
'Cause we're a lot alike
In favor, like a motorbike
A sailor and a nightingale
Dancing in convertibles

And you can hold me like he held her
And I will fuck you like nothing matters
And you can hold me like he held her
And I will fuck you like nothing matters

We've got the highway tight
The moon is bursting with headlights
One more and we're away
Love tender in your Chevrolet

And we're a lot alike
In favor, like a motorbike
A sailor and a nightingale
Dancing in convertibles

And you can hold me like he held her
And I will fuck you like nothing matters
And you can hold me like he held her
And I will fuck you like nothing matters

Even when the cold comes crashing through
I'm putting all my bets on you
I hope they never understand us

I put my heart inside your palms
My home in your arms
Now we know nothing matters
Nothing matters

And you can hold me like he held her
And I will fuck you like nothing matters
And you can hold me like he held her
And I will fuck you like nothing matters
And you can hold me, like he held her
And I will fuck you like nothing matters
And you can hold me like he held her
And I will fuck you like nothing matters, ooh

John Dowland (1563-1626): Lachrimae or Seaven Teares (1604)

The Black Keys - I Forgot To Be Your Lover

Maurizio Pollini plays Chopin Nocturne no. 8 op. 27 no. 2

Here is always somewhere else (documentary) Bas Jan Ader

Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - God Is In The House

We've laid the cables and the wires
We've split the wood and stoked the fires
We've lit our town so there is no
Place for crime to hide
Our little church is painted white
And in the safety of the night
We all go quiet as a mouse
For the word is out
That God is in the house
God is in the house
God is in the house
No cause for worry now
God is in the house

Moral sneaks in the White House
Computer geeks in the school house
Drug freaks in the crack house
We don't have that stuff here
We have a tiny little force
Yeah, but we need them of course
For the kittens in the trees
And at night we are on our knees
As quiet as a mouse
For God is in the house
God is in the house
God is in the house
And no one's left in doubt
God is in the house

Homos roaming the streets in packs
Queer bashers with tyre-jacks
Lesbian counter-attacks
That stuff is for the big cities
Our town is very pretty
We have a pretty little square
We have a woman for a mayor
Our policy is firm but fair
Now that God is in the house
God is in the house
God is in the house
Any day now He'll come out
God is in the house

Well-meaning little therapists
Goose-stepping twelve-stepping Teatotalitarianists
The tipsy, the reeling and the drop down pissed
We got no time for that stuff here
Zero crime and no fear
We've bred all our kittens white
So that you can see them in the night
And at night we're on our knees
As quiet as a mouse
Since the word got out
From the North down to the South
For no-one's left in doubt
There's no fear about
If we all hold hands and very quietly shout
Hallelujah
God is in the house
Oh I wish He would come out
God is in the house

Sacer Profanare - Kali Malone

Yoshiko Sai Kuraitabi Dark Journey 佐井好子 暗い旅

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