Lykke Li

Lykke Li - I follow rivers

Music of the day: The Truth by Handsome Boy Modeling School

 The Truth by Handsome Boy Modeling School

Music of the day: Otis Taylor “Ten million slaves”

Otis Taylor – Ten million slaves

Rain and fire crossed that ocean
Another mad man done struck again
Rain and fire crossed that ocean
Another mad man done struck again

Sitting down here fallout shelter
Paint my walls, twice a week
Sitting down here fallout shelter
Think about the slaves, long time ago

Ten million slaves crossed that Ocean
They had shackles on Their Legs
Ten million slaves crossed that Ocean
They had Shackles on Their Legs

Don’t know where, where they’re going
Don’t know where, where they’ve been
Don’t know where, where they’re going
Don’t know where, where they’ve been

Sun goes out, you’ll be standing
You’ll be standing by yourself
Sun goes out, you’ll be standing
You’ll be standing by yourself

Ten million slaves crossed that Ocean
They Had Shackles on their legs
Ten million slaves crossed that Ocean
They had shackles on their legs

Don’t know where, where they’re going
Don’t know where, where they’ve been
Don’t know where, where they’re going
Don’t know where, where they’ve been

Ten million slaves crossed that ocean
They had shackles on their legs
Food goes bad, food looks Rancid
But they ate it anyway

Don’t know where, where they’re going
Don’t know where, where they’ve been
Don’t know where, where they’re going
Don’t know where, where they’ve been

Sun goes out, you’ll be standing
You’ll be standing all alone
Sun goes out, you’ll be standing
You’ll be standing all alone
All alone, all alone, all alone, all alone, all alone

Música para os meus ouvidos: “Cantigas de Maio” – Carlos do Carmo & Bernardo Sassetti

Carlos do Carmo & Bernardo Sassetti

“Cantigas de Maio”

Interpretation: José Afonso / Carlos do Carmo & Bernardo Sassetti

Music and Lyrics: José Afonso

Eu fui ver a minha amada
Lá p’rós baixos dum jardim
Dei-lhe uma rosa encarnada
Para se lembrar de mim

Eu fui ver o meu benzinho
Lá p’rós lados dum passal
Dei-lhe o meu lenço de linho
Que é do mais fino bragal

Minha mãe quando eu morrer
Ai chore por quem muito amargou
Para então dizer ao mundo
Ai Deus mo deu Ai Deus mo levou

Eu fui ver uma donzela
Numa barquinha a dormir
Dei-lhe uma colcha de seda
Para nela se cobrir

Eu fui ver uma solteira
Numa salinha a fiar
Dei-lhe uma rosa vermelha
Para de mim se encantar

Minha mãe quando eu morrer
Ai chore por quem muito amargou
Para então dizer ao mundo
Ai Deus mo deu Ai Deus mo levou

Eu fui ver a minha amada
Lá nos campos eu fui ver
Dei-lhe uma rosa encarnada
Para de mim se prender

Verdes prados, verdes campos
Onde está minha paixão
As andorinhas não param
Umas voltam outras não

Minha mãe quando eu morrer
Ai chore por quem muito amargou
Para então dizer ao mundo
Ai Deus mo deu Ai Deus mo levou

Music of the day: Beirut – Vagabond

Beirut – Vagabond

Left a bag of bones
A trail of stones
For to find my way home

Now, as the air grows cold
The trees unfold
And I am lost and not found

And who’d know?

Left a bag of bones
A trail of stones
For to find my way home

Now, as the air grows cold
The trees unfold
And I am lost and not found

An American Prayer

An American Prayer – The Doors

Do you know the warm progress under the stars?
Do you know we exist?
Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom?
Have you been borne yet & are you alive?
Let’s reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
[Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war]
We need great golden copulations
The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest
Our mother is dead in the sea
Do you know we are being led to slaughters by placid admirals
& that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood
Do you know we are ruled by T.V.
The moon is a dry blood beast
Guerilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine
Amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen who are just dying
O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art & perfect our lives
The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying
We live, we die & death not ends it
Journey we more into the Nightmare
Cling to life our passion’d flower
Cling to cunts & cocks of despair
We got our final vision by clap
Columbus’ groin got filled w/ green death
(I touched her thigh & death smiled)
We have assembled inside this ancient & insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life & flee the swarming wisdom of the streets
The barns are stormed
The windows kept & only one of all the rest
To dance & save us
W/ the divine mockery of words
Music inflames temperament
(When the true King’s murderers are allowed to roam free a 1000 magicians arise in the land)
Where are the feasts
We were promised
Where is the wine
The New Wine
(dying on the vine)
Resident mockery give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight & velvet hour
We of arabic pleasure’s breed
We of sundome & the night
Give us a creed
To believe
A night of Lust
Give us trust in
The Night
Give of color
Hundred hues
A rich Mandala
For me & you & for your silky pillowed house
A head, wisdom & a bed
Troubled decree
Resident mockery
Has claimed thee
We used to believe in the good old days
We still receive In little ways
The Things of Kindness & unsporting brow
Forget & allow
Did you know freedom exists in a school book
Did you know madmen are running our prison
W/in a jail, w/in a gaol, w/in a white free protestant
Maelstrom
We’re perched headlong
On the edge of boredom
We’re reaching for death
On the end of a candle
We’re trying for something
That’s already found us
We can invent Kingdoms of our own
Grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust
& love we must, in beds of rust
Steel doors lock in prisoner’s screams
& muzak, AM, rocks their dreams
No black men’s pride to hoist the beams
While mocking angels sift what seems
To be a collage of magazine dust
Scratched on foreheads of walls of trust
This is just jail for those who must
Get up in the morning & fight for such unusable standards
While weeping maidens show-off penury & pout ravings for a mad staff
Wow, I’m sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South
Cruel bindings
The servants have the power dog-men & their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over our sailors
(& where were you in our lean hour)
Milking your moustache?
Or grinding a flower?
I’m sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V.
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 & wanton thrillful
Comes death on strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you’ve brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all & 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 its other jaw reveals incest & loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a Feast of Friends
To the Giant family

[II]

Great screaming Christ
Upsy-daisy
Lazy Mary will get you up upon a Sunday morning
“The movie will begin in 5 moments”
The mindless Voice announced
“All those unseated, will await The next show”
We filed slowly, languidly into the hall. The auditorium was vast, & silent.
As we seated & were darkened
The Voice continued:
“The program for this evening is not new. You have seen This entertainment thru & thru.
You’ve seen your birth, your life & death; you might recall all of the rest
- (did you have a good world when you died?) – enough to base a movie on?”
An iron chuckle rapped our minds like a fist.
I’m getting out of here
Where’re you going?
To the other side of the morning
Please don’t chase the clouds
Pagodas, temples
Her cunt gripped him
Like a warm friendly hand.
“It’s all right.
All your friends are here.”
When can I meet them?
“After you’ve eaten”
I’m not hungry
“O, we meant beaten”
Silver stream, silvery scream,
Impossible concentration
Here come the comedians
Look at them smile
Watch them dance
An indian mile
Look at them gesture
How aplomb
So to gesture everyone
Words dissemble
Words be quick
Words resemble walking sticks
Plant them
They will grow
Watch them waver so
I’ll always be
A word-man
Better than a birdman
But I’ll charge
Won’t get away
W/out lodging a dollar
Shall I say it again
Aloud, you get the point
No food w/out fuel’s gain
I’ll be, the irish loud
Unleashed my beak
At peak of powers
O girl, unleash
Your worried comb
O worried mind
Sin in the fallen
Backwoods by the blind
She smells debt
On my new collar
Arrogant prose
Tied in a network of fast quest
Hence the obsession
Its quick to admit
Fats borrowed rhythm
Woman came between them
Women of the world unite
Make the world safe
For a scandalous life
Hee Heee
Cut your throat
Life is a joke
Your wife’s in a moat
The same boat
Here comes the goat
Blood Blood Blood Blood
They’re making a joke
Of our universe

[III]

Matchbox
Are you more real than me
I’ll burn you, & set you free
Wept bitter tears
Excessive courtesy
I won’t forget

[IV]

A hot sick lava flowed up,
Rustling & bubbling.
The paper-face.
Mirror-mask, I love you mirror.
He had been brainwashed for 4 hrs.
The LT. puzzled in again
“ready to talk”
“No sir” – was all he’d say.
Go back to the gym.
Very peaceful
Meditation
Air base in the desert
Looking out venetian blinds
A plane
A desert flower
Cool cartoon
The rest of the World
Is reckless & dangerous
Look at the
Brothels
Stag films
Exploration

[V]

A ship leaves port
Mean horse of another thicket
Wishbone of desire
Decry the metal fox

Music of the day: All my days

All my days – Alexi Murdoch

(2006– from the Album “Time Without Consequence”)

you can also find him in the Away We Go (2009) Original Movie Soundtrack:

Lyrics:

Well I have been searching all of my days

All of my days

Many a road, you know

I’ve been walking on

All of my days

And I’ve been trying to find

What’s been in my mind

As the days keep turning into night

Well I have been quietly standing in the shade

All of my days

Watch the sky breaking on the promise that we made

All of this rain

And I’ve been trying to find

What’s been in my mind

As the days keep turning into night

Well many a night I found myself with no friends standing near

All of my days

I cried aloud

I shook my hands

What am I doing here

All of these days

For I look around me

And my eyes confound me

And it’s just too bright

As the days keep turning into night

Now I see clearly

It’s you I’m looking for

All of my days

Soon I’ll smile

I know I’ll feel this loneliness no more

All of my days

For I look around me

And it seems He found me

And it’s coming into sight

As the days keep turning into night

As the days keep turning into night

And even breathing feels all right

Yes, even breathing feels all right

Now even breathing feels all right

It’s even breathing

Feels all right

Official Website: http://www.aleximurdoch.com/index_towards.php

Music of the day: Tangled Up in Blues

Tangled Up in Blues – Bob Dylan

(1975 – from the Album “Blood on the Tracks”)

Early one morning the sun was shining.

I was laying in bed

Wondering if she’d changed it all.

If her hair was still red.

Her folks, they said, our lives together

Sure was gonna be rough.

They never did like Mama’s homemade dress.

Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough

And I was standing on the side of the road,

Rain falling on my shoes,

Heading out for the east coast.

Lord knows I’ve paid some dues getting through,

Tangled up in blue.

She was married when we first met.

Soon to be divorced.

I helped her out of a jam, I guess,

But I used a little too much force.

We drove that car as far as we could;

Abandoned it out west.

Split it up on a dark sad night;

Both agreeing it was best.

She turned around to look at me

As I was walking away.

I heard her say over my shoulder

“We’ll meet again someday on the avenue.”

Tangled up in blue.

I had a job in the great north woods

Working as a cook for a spell,

But I never did like it all that much

And one day the axe just fell.

So I drifted down to New Orleans

Where I happened to be employed

Working for a while on a fishing boat

Right outside of Delacroix,

But all the while I was alone.

The past was close behind.

I seen a lot of women,

But she never escaped my mind and I just grew

Tangled up in blue.

She was working in a topless place

And I stopped in for a beer.

I just kept looking at the side of her face

In the spotlight so clear

And later on as the crowd thinned out

I’s just about to do the same,

She was standing there in back of my chair.

Said to me “Don’t I know your name?”

I muttered something underneath my breath.

She studied the lines on my face.

I must admit I felt a little uneasy

When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe.

Tangled up in blue.

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe.

“I thought you’d never say hello,” she said,

“You look like the silent type.”

Then she opened up a book of poems

And handed it to me.

Written by an Italian poet

From the thirteenth century

And every one of them words rang true

And glowed like burning coal

Pouring off of every page

Like it was written in my soul from me to you

Tangled up in blue.

I lived with them on Montague Street

In a basement down the stairs.

There was music in the cafe’s at night

And revolution in the air.

Then he started into dealing with slaves

And something inside of him died.

She had to sell everything she owned

And froze up inside

And when finally the bottom fell out,

I became withdrawn.

The only thing I knew how to do

Was to keep on keeping on like a bird that flew

Tangled up in blue.

So now I’m going back again.

I got to get her somehow.

All the people we used to know;

They’re an illusion to me now.

Some are mathematicians.

Some are carpenter’s wives.

Don’t know how it all got started.

I don’t what they’re doing with their lives,

But me, I’m still on the road

Heading for another joint.

We always did feel the same.

We just saw it from a different point of view.

Tangled up in blue.

Music of the day: Breakfast in America (1979)

Breakfast in America – Supertramp

(1979 – from the Album “Breakfast in America”)

Take a look at my girlfriend

She’s the only one I got
Not much of a girlfriend
Never seem to get a lot

Take a jumbo cross the water
Like to see America
See the girls in California
I´m hoping it´s going to come true
But there´s not a lot I can do

Could we have kippers for breakfast
Mummy dear, Mummy dear
They got to have ´em in Texas
Cos everyone’s a millionaire

I´m a winner, I´m a sinner
Do you want my autograph
I´m a loser what a joker
I´m playing my jokes upon you
While there´s nothing better to do

Don´t you look at my girlfriend
She´s the only one I got
Not much of a girlfriend
Never seem to get a lot

Take a jumbo cross the water
Like to see America
See the girls in California
I´m hoping it´s going to come true
But there´s not a lot I can do

Music of the day: No Tomorrow

No Tomorrow – Orson

(2006 – from the Album “Bright Idea”)

Let’s go to a rave and behave
like we’re tripping simply ’cause
we’re so in love

funny hat
shiny pants
all we need for some romance
go get dolled up and I’ll pick you up

there’s no line for you and me cuz tonight
we’re v.i.p.
I know somebody at the door
I see that twinkle in your eye
you shake that ass and I just die
let’s check our coats
and move out to the floor

when I’m dancing with you
tomorrow doesn’t matter
turn the music up
til the windows start to shatter
cuz you’re the only one who can get me on my feet
and I can’t even dance

just look at me
silly me
I’m as happy as I can be
I got a girl who thinks I rock
and tomorrow there’s no school
so let’s go drink some more red bull
and not get home til about
6 o clock

when I’m dancing with you
tomorrow doesn’t matter
turn that music up
til the windows start to shatter
cuz you’re the only one who can get me on my feet
and I can’t even dance

everybody here is staring
at the outfit that you’re wearing
love it when they check you out
cover’s only 20 bucks
and even if the dj sucks
it’s time to turn this mother out

when we’re together
when we’re together
there’s no tomorrow
there’s no tomorrow
when we’re together
there’s no one in the world
but you and me
oh you and me
oh you and me