dall’album Gargoyle, 2017

Clean
New roads unfurled
Light of the world

Redeemed
Your humble child
Don’t leave me here
Let me come with you

And though my soul
Is not worth saving
My mistress and my queen
Your spirit is
Larger than my sin

It does not lie
It does not lie
In this faith that we live and die
I give myself to you

Sustained
No need to explain
Fade into the sun
The evening kisses your rays

Sweet mother
Queen of the world
I’m free
Free at last

Dear Mother
Queen of the earth and air
Let cool water flow
Sweet mother
Queen of the world
Let cool water flow
Claim this land
Noth south east west
To the wind you dance
Sweet mother
I give myself to you
And have no other
Have no other than you

Clean
Through the eternal
Through dead seasons
Sail to the sun
My mother and my queen
Honest and serene
Praise God
God in everything
God in everyone

Way up
Way up high
Way up high mama
All my darkness cleaned away
Sweet mother
Sweet sweet mother
Sweet mother
Queen of the world
Take me in your arms
Let me live again Ooooh!
Clean

by Mark William Lanegan / Robert Ernest Marshall


esempi di amore, poesia di Erri De Luca + fly di Ludovico Einaudi

Amo quello che unisce, l’ago, il filo,

ricuciono le labbra di una camicia, di una ferita.

Amo il sentiero di montagna inciso dai passi,

che collega villaggi, baite, rifugi, malghe.

Amo il piccolo schermo illuminato

dove posso vedere il tuo sbadiglio lontano

e la mappa del mondo alle tue spalle.

Amo la congiunzione e, perché congiunge,

la penna sul quaderno che riunisce

la mano che ti scrive agli occhi tuoi che sfiorano le righe.


poesia tratta da: Raccolto diurno di Erri De Luca , Crocetti Editore, 2021

buona serata coi White Lies e due poesie di Meitar Hillel Kurman


Mano tesa

Ecco, la mano è tesa
E la barca gira intorno
La piscina è vuota, le acque si sono abbassate
E non ci sono pesci.
Anche la canna è usurata
Per mancanza di utilizzo.

Incombente, il sempre assente
Un bambino nato sempre in prigione
E tra le manette
Si veste da camaleonte
La tenda trasparente, non vede e non si vede
E non esiste
Fino a quando non se ne sarà andato.


Una tempesta

I nostri umori sono fluidi
Solitudine abissale nel cuore del mare
Una tempesta di emozioni si placa rapidamente
La linea della coperta dell’ossimetro
L’uomo sta sull’attenti e tace

E i nostri umori si stanno muovendo
Dall’innocenza dell’infanzia all’abisso dell’oblio
Al nuoto delle farfalle e alla repulsione dell’acqua:
Il ferito è aiutato anche dal vento a vela.

E nel tuo bel viso si dispiegano le bellezze del mondo
Quando piangi cade la rugiada
E quando sorridi, il vento torna benedicente

( poesie di Meitar Hillel Kurman )

dall’album “Music of Spheres”, 2021

Sinceramente mi attendevo qualcosa di meglio dall’ultimo album dei Coldplay Music of the Spheres; in realtà è in buona parte una delusione, salvo questo brano la cui voce femminile in controcanto è di Selena Gomez

We had a kind of love
I thought that it would never end
Oh my lover, oh my other, oh my friend
We talked around in circles and
We talked around and then
I loved you to the moon and back again
You gave everything this golden glow
Now turn off all the stars, ‘cause this I know
That it hurts like so
To let somebody go

All the storms we weathered
Everything that we went through
Now without you, what on earth am I to do?
When I called the mathematicians and
I asked them to explain
They said love is only equal to the pain
And when everything was going wrong
You could turn my sorrow into song
Oh, it hurts like so
To let somebody go
To let somebody go
Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
(Let somebody, let somebody go)

Oh, oh-oh, (oh) when you love somebody (oh)
When you love somebody (oh)
Got to let somebody know
Oh, oh-oh, (oh) when you love somebody (oh)
When you love somebody (oh)
Got to let somebody know
So, when you love somebody
When you love somebody
Then it hurts like so
To let somebody go
It hurts like so
To let somebody go

But you’re still with me now, I know
(Let somebody, let somebody go)
Oh (Let somebody, let somebody go)
But you’re still with me now, I know

simply relaxing…

A cigarette that bears a lipstick’s traces

An airline ticket to romantic places

And still my heart has wings

These foolish things remind me of you

A tinkling piano in the next apartment

Those stumblin’ words that told you what my heart meant

A fairground’s painted swings

These foolish things remind me of you

You came, you saw, you conquered me

When you did that to me

I knew somehow this had to be

The winds of March that make my heart a dancer

A telephone that rings but who’s to answer?

Oh, how the ghost of you clings

These foolish things remind me of you

The scent of smouldering leaves the wail of steamers

Two lovers on the street who walk like dreamers

Oh how the ghost of you clings

These foolish things

Remind me of you

How strange, how sweet, to find you still

These things are dear to me

They seem to bring you so near to me

The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations

Silk stockings thrown aside dance invitations

Oh how the ghost of you clings

These foolish things

Remind me of you

Remind me of you

Remind me of you