Babx - La mort des amants

Come Here Woman

MUDAR DE VIDA de Paulo Rocha (1966) - excerto

The Other Woman

The other woman finds time to manicure her nails
The other woman is perfect where her rival fails
And she's never seen with pin curls in her hair anywhere

The other woman enchants her clothes with French perfume
The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room
There are never toys that's scattered everywhere

And when her own man comes to call
He'll find her waiting like a lonesome queen
Cos' when she's by his side
It's such a change from old routine

But the other woman will always cry herself to sleep
The other woman will never have his love to keep
And as the years go by the other woman
Will spend ... her life alone

Compositores: John Carl Parker.

Lola Young - Messy

You know I'm impatient
So why would you leave me waiting outside the station
When it was like minus four degrees?
And I, I get what you're sayin'
I just really don't wanna hear it right now
Can you shut up for like once in your life?

Listen to me, I took your nice words of advice
About how you think I'm gonna die lucky if I turn 33
Okay, so yeah, I smoke like a chimney
I'm not skinny, and I pull a Britney every other week
But cut me some slack, who do you want me to be?

Because I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?

And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate, you hate

It's taking you ages
You still don't get the hint, I'm not asking for pages
But one text or two would be nice
And please, don't pull those faces
When I've been out working my ass off all day
It's just one bottle of wine or two, but hey
You can't even talk, you smoke weed just to help you sleep
Then why you out getting stoned at four o'clock
And then you come home to me?
And don't say hello 'cause I got high again and forgot to fold my clothes

'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?

And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot

Oh, and I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?

And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot

Compositores: Lola Young, Conor Dickinson

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

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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