dissabte, 20 de juliol del 2013

Mark Murphy & Till Brönner - "Our Game"

Un regal precios per el dia del meu sant. Un tema de Till Brönner y Rob Hoare. Del álbum de Mark Murphy "Once To Every Heart" (2005)

Till Brönner & Kurt Elling - "Sim Ou Não" ************************** Estels.

REPUTISSIMAMARA.....................

Orchard - Moss ***** Estels (Delicatessen)

The great Rumi poem, interpreted by the outstanding vocal group, Moss. (Theo Bleckmann, Peter Eldridge, Kate McGarry & Luciana Souza). The poem: Come to the orchard in Spring. There is light and wine, and sweethearts in the pomegranate flowers. If you do not come, these do not matter. If you do come, these do not matter.

dissabte, 13 de juliol del 2013

Jim White - Crash Into The Sun (Transnormal Skiperoo is a 2007 album by Jim White ) ***** Estels.

Jim White - The Wound That Never Heals ************ Estels.

Long about an hour before sunrise she drags his body down to the edge of the swollen river wrapped in a red velvet curtain stolen from the movie theater where she works. Quiet as a whisper, under the stanchions of a washed-out bridge she cuts him loose...and watches as the flood waters spin him around once, then carry him away. Then she removes the golden ring upon her finger...and she throws it in. And I wonder; Baby why don't you cry? Baby why don't you... Baby why don't you cry? Three days later in a bar in southern Mississippi she meets a man by the name of Charles Lee. She introduces herself to him as "Lee Charles" "What a coincidence." he says...and one week later they are married. He wakes up one night six months down the line to find her staring at him in the oddest way. When he says, "Honey, what's wrong?" she says, "Oh nothing dear...except that tears are a stupid trick of God." And by the time they find his body six weeks later... Well hell, she's a thousand miles away. And I wonder; Baby why don't you cry? Baby why don't you... Baby why don't you cry? She runs from devils. She runs from angels. She runs from the ghost of her father and five different uncles. Blinded by their memory, seared by their pain, she'd like to kill 'em all...then kill 'em all again. She don't think much about what she's done or the funny feelings that she feels. No, she don't. To her it's just a condition she picked up as a child... a little thing she calls, "the wound that never heals", she calls it, "the wound that never heals" And I wonder; Baby why don't you cry? Baby why don't you... Baby why don't you cry?

divendres, 12 de juliol del 2013

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