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16 de julho de 2009

Another day

Tinha eu os meus 13 anos quando descobri na casa do meu irmão uma cassete com uma capa cinza que logo me prendeu. It'll End in Tears dos This Mortal Coil (Ivo e 4AD em grande). A voz que nos torna nefelibatas de Liz Fraser entranha-se com Song to the siren; mas esta Another Day também toca fundo. A versão original de Roy Harper é, num registo diferente, igualmente digna de admiração.
Eis a letra:
The kettles on, the sun has gone, another day
She offers me, tibetan tea, on a flower tray
Shes at the door, shes wants to score, she really needs to say:
i once loved you a long time ago, you know
Where the winds own forget-me-nots blow, you know
But I couldnt let myself go
Not knowing what on earth there was to know
But I wish that I had, cause it makes me so sad
That I never had one of your children.
Across the room, inside a tomb, a chance is waxed and waned
The night is young, why are we so hung-up, in each others chains
I must take her, I must make her, while the dove domains
See the juice run as she flies
Run my wings under her sighs
As the flames of eternity rise
To lick us with the first born lash of dawn
Oh really my dear, I cant see what we fear
With ourselves, sat here between us
And at the door, we cant say more, than just another day
Without a sound, I turn around, and I walk away

25 de outubro de 2006

Song to the siren

Song to the siren para iniciar as minhas revelações não foi uma escolha...foi uma obrigação!
Esta é daquelas canções que se entranham verdadeiramente.
Pela sua simplicidade extasiante; pela sua paz melodiosa mas intrigante; pela interpretação sentida quer do seu (co-)autor (a letra, porém, é de Larry Beckett) e primeiro executante, o saudoso Tim Buckley, poeta e trovador, quer pela mais-linda-voz-feminina de Elizabeth Fraser, dos Cocteau Twins, aqui concretizando o projecto do senhor Ivo Watts-Russel, da 4AD, This Mortal Coil; quer pela força do poema que aqui deixo.

"On the floating, shapeless oceans
I did all my best to smile
til your singing eyes and fingers
drew me loving into your eyes.
And you sang "Sail to me, sail to me;
Let me enfold you."
Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was full sail?
Now my foolish boat is leaning,
broken love lost on your rocks.
For you sang,
"Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow."
Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow.
I'm as puzzled as a newborn child.
I'm as riddled as the tide.
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or shall I lie with death my bride?
Hear me sing: "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you."
"Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you."


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