Monday, May 30, 2005

TOM WAITS



Here is another dramatic song from the Cd "Real Gone"by Tom Waits. Tom Waits has not cease to surprise me. He is an incredible artist and a great story teller.

http://media-01.anti.com/tom_waits/real_gone/Hows_It_Gonna_End.mp3


How's It Gonna End

He had 3 whole dollars
A worn out car
And a wife who was
Leaving for good
Life's made of trouble
Worry pain and struggle
She wrote good bye in
The dust on the hood
They found a a map of Missouri
Lipstick on the glass
They must of left
In the middle of the nite
And I want to know
The same thing
Everyone wants to know
How it going to end?
Behind a smoke colored curtain,
the girl Disappeared,
the found out the ring was a fake
A tree born crooked
Will never grow straight
She sunk like a hammer in to the lake
A long lost letter and
And old leaky boat
Promises are never meant
To keep
And I want to know
The same thing
Everyone wants to know
How it going to end?
The barn leaned over
The vultures dried their wings
The moon climbed up an empty sky
The sun sank down behind the tree
On the hill
There's a killer and he's coming
Thru the rye
But maybe he's the Father
Of that lost little girl
It's hard to tell in this light
And I want to know
The same thing
Everyone wants to know
How it going to end?
Drag your wagon and your plow
Over the bones of the dead
Out among the roses and the weeds
You can never go back
And the answer is no
And wishing for it only
Makes it bleed Joel Tornabene was broken
On the wheel Shane and Bum Mahoney on the lamb
The grain was as gold
As Sheila's hair
All the way from Liverpool
With all we could steal
He was robbed of twenty dollars
His body found stripped
Cast into the harbour
There and drowned
And I want to know
The same thing
Everyone wants to know
How it going to end?
The sirens are snaking their
Way up the hill It's last call somewhere in
The wordl
The reptiles blend in with the Color of the street
Life is sweet at the edge
Of a razor
And down in the front row of
An old picture show
The old man is asleep
As the credits start to roll
And I want to know
The same thing
Everyone wants to know
How it going to end?

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Sunday, May 29, 2005



Com esse teu ar
de arcanjo negro
polido e magro
triste e alheado

ficas por vezes quase etereo
calado
enquanto eu te olho docemente

Num espanto condenado
quase mistico
debruco-me secratamente

a
tua beira

e numa especie de prece
porque existes

alheado- magro
belo e triste

estou de joelhos
meu amor
e beijo-te


Maria Teresa Horta(CANDELABRO, 1964)


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Saturday, May 21, 2005

Miguel Torga


Excerto de "Diário IV" - (1946/1949)

Lamego, 5 de Outubro de 1946

Já uma vez tentei escrever da minha meninice passada aqui, mas não fui capaz de coisa de jeito. A infância não se repete, nem na lembrança, nem na imaginação. Quando muito, dá-se outra infância. As cenas ingénuas, porque eram ingénuas, não tinham consciência; e as humilhações, de tão pungentes, não há memória que consinta na sua perfeita expressão. "

Miguel Torga
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" who can not see well, one word
is not able to see well, one soul "

Susana Pestana
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Saturday, May 14, 2005

True Loves Leave No Traces



From the album Death of a Ladies' man.
Leonard Cohen

True Love Leaves No Traces

As the mist leaves no scar
On the dark green hill
So my body leaves no scar
On you and never will
Through windows in the dark
The children come, the children go
Like arrows with no targets
Like shackles made of snow
True love leaves no traces
If you and I are one
It's lost in our embraces
Like stars against the sun
As a falling leaf may rest
A moment on the air
So your head upon my breast
So my hand upon your hair
And many nights endure
Without a moon or star
So we will endure
When one is gone and far
True love leaves no traces
If you and I are one
It's lost in our embraces
Like stars against the sun



http://leafandlime.hobix.com/mp3/True%20Loves%20Leaves%20No%20Traces.mp3
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Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Leonard Cohen


the song
Dance me to the end of love" by Leonard Cohen and very nicely done by Peyroux.

Leonard Cohen - Dance Me To The End Of Love Lyrics

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
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Monday, May 09, 2005

Madeleine Peyroux



Here is a fantastic new singer.

"When she first burst onto the recording scene in 1996, with her stunning debut album Dreamland, Madeleine Peyroux was greeted with a veritable torrent of gushing reviews. Most raved about her smoke-and-whiskey vocals, often comparing her to the late, great Billie Holiday. Others wondered how someone so young could perform classic songs by Holiday, Bessie Smith and Patsy Cline so convincingly as to make them sound like her own. Time magazine pronounced the groundbreaking Dreamland “the most exciting, involving vocal performance by a new singer this year.”
Peyroux, a 22-year-old American who had been living in Paris as a street musician, suddenly found herself on the fast track to fame. Appearances at Lilith Fair and jazz festivals, and opening tours for Sarah McLachlan and Cesaria Evora followed, while Dreamland’s sales reached an impressive 200,000 copies worldwide. “It was great,” recalls Peyroux. “I got to perform with fantastic musicians. I got to see Nina Simone live. I could’ve kept running with it, but instead I stepped back and took a breather.”
You might say Peyroux spent much of her recent past out of the public eye. But with many changes in the music industry in recent years, it is not unusual to find someone in this sort of position. As Peyroux concludes, "It had to do with the climate. ...A lot of artists are no longer getting the kind of attention that they used to." But Peyroux never stopped singing, returning to her busking roots with street performances and club dates around the world from Los Angeles (to New Orleans to New York City) to Western Europe before being signed by Rounder Records in 2003.Eight years have passed between the release of Dreamland and that of Careless Love.
Waiting that long to release her sophomore album is admittedly not a typical career move, but then Peyroux [pronounced like the country Peru] is not a typical artist. One needs only to listen to Careless Love to understand this. The album seamlessly weaves strands of acoustic blues, country ballads, torch songs and pop into a vibrant fabric that is both classically vintage and thoroughly up to date. Produced by Larry Klein (Joni Mitchell, Shawn Colvin), the album features songs as old as W. C. Handy’s bluesy title track, popularized by Bessie Smith in the late 1920s, and others as recent as Elliott Smith’s folky “Between the Bars.” Peyroux also covers material as diverse as Hank Williams’ “Weary Blues” and Leonard Cohen’s “Dance Me to the End of Love.”But one of the album’s standout tracks is the sultry “Don’t Wait Too Long,” an original swing number composed by Peyroux, Klein and Grammy Award winning songwriter Jesse Harris, best known for his contributions to Norah Jones’ 2002 hit album Come Away with Me. Peyroux’s relationship with Harris goes back many years. “I met Jesse when I was touring Dreamland,” explains Peyroux. “We started collaborating and then lost touch for a few years. We reconnected in New York as he was about to win a Grammy, and wrote that song together sitting on a bench in Central Park.” Klein later added to the composition, which serves as a kind of mission statement for Peyroux’s career. “Sometimes you’ve got to lose it all,” she sings, “before you find your way.”
Clearly, Peyroux has found her way with Careless Love. More focused and energized than Dreamland, the album benefits from the singer’s time away, as if she’s returned to recording with renewed commitment. She and Klein began working together, one on one, in California last December. After deciding on repertoire, they went into the studio with such stellar session players as guitarist Dean Parks, organist Larry Goldings and bassist David Piltch. “Larry (Klein) convinced me that I could interpret songs by Leonard Cohen and Bob Dylan in my own way” she recalls. “He has a very personal relationship with these songs, and so do I.” Peyroux also has a very personal relationship with French culture. On Dreamland, she covered Edith Piaf’s “La Vie en Rose.” On Careless Love, she delivers a vibrant version of “J’ai Deux Amours” (“I Have Two Loves”), a song that American expatriate singer Josephine Baker sang to Allied troops in France during the Second World War. “In many ways, Josephine Baker embodied that song because she represented an alliance between America and France during the war. It has so much symbolism and it’s important to remember that in these days of strained international relations.”
Born in Georgia, Peyroux grew up in Paris and New York. Very quickly, Peyroux got hooked on French culture and began singing with groups of talented street musicians in the Latin Quarter, including the Riverboat Shufflers and The Lost Wandering Blues and Jazz Band, with whom she toured Europe. Several years later, while visiting New York, she was spotted performing in a club, by an Atlantic Records A&R rep. Yves Beauvais, who eventually signed her and co-produced Dreamland. All of the initial reviews that greeted Dreamland focused on the Billie Holiday resemblance. “Like Holiday,” wrote Time magazine, “Peyroux has a bittersweet, brokenhearted alto; she lingers and slides off notes, finding emotion in the slow, sad, fade rather than the obvious vocal burst.” But perceptive reviewers noted that Peyroux wasn’t imitating Lady Day. As acclaimed pianist Cyrus Chestnut, who played on Dreamland, put it: “[Peyroux] has her own story to tell: with her voice, her heart, her spirit.”With Careless Love, Peyroux is once again proving herself to be an original interpreter and an open receptor to songs from earlier eras—an artist who channels vintage jazz and blues with chilling accuracy. “I feel very lucky to be part of a tradition of songwriting that stands the test of time,” says Peyroux. “I also feel lucky to be able to go back and perform as much as I did before—I can’t wait.” Adds Peyroux, with characteristic modesty: “I’m very eager to know what the reaction to the record will be. We did something that felt good. I hope we touch a chord with people.” With its sweet, bewitching sound, there’s no doubt that Careless Love will do just that.


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Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Celso Fonseca


CELSO FONSECA, one of Brazil's best kept secrets. The albun "natural" is great.
Here is a song from another project with Caetano Veloso and Gilberto Gill, I think.

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Saturday, April 30, 2005

Poema


Hoje faco anos e o meu pai escreveu um belo poema para mim. Obrigado Papa Posted by Hello
Today is my birthday and my Dad wrote a beautiful poem. Thanks Dad

Nos remos da canoa d' Alma
sinto o abraço da Terra e do Mar
nas marés cheias.
Na espuma branca que a onda quebrou
atraco no cais dos meus sonhos
e inspiro o bafo das ondas azuis
a espalharem-se na Rocha dos meus Ideais.
Não sou canoa.
Sou o meu Navio.


Do Pai

Agostinho Pestana

Friday, April 29, 2005

Amalia Rodrigues-FADO


Amalia Rodrigues


"The soul of Portugal is captured in its Fado music. Literally translated as 'fate' it is a sound that somehow combines heartbreak, stoicism, and elation all at once. The undisputed queen of this unique music was the late great Amalia Rodrigues, whose legacy has set the bar for all Fadistas to come. 'The Art of Amalia' is a reverent portrait of the Diva, with interview and concert footage that will delight any fan of Fado, and enrapture the new listener. From her impoverished start on the streets of Alfama, to her concerts before thousands of adoring fans, a staggering body of work emerges, from a woman who dedicated herself completely to her art."

http://www.amaliarodrigues.lisbon52.com/Fados/Gavoita.htm

http://www.amaliarodrigues.lisbon52.com/Fados/NemAsParedesConfesso.htm

Saturday, April 23, 2005


A photo by Rui Palha

This poem by e e cummings is one of my favorites.

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
- the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other; then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis


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Friday, April 22, 2005

Sinnerman- Nina Simone



Another song of Nina Simone. You read the words. It is just a very great song



" Sinnerman "


Sinnerman where you gonna run to
Sinnerman where you gonna run to
Where you gunna run to
All on that day

Well I run to the rock
Please hide me I run to the rock
Please hide me I run to the rock
Please hide me lord
All on that day

Well the rock cried out
I can't hide you the rock cried out
I can't hide you the rock cried out
I ain't gonna hide you god
All on that day

I said rock what's a matter with you rock
Don't you see I need you rock
Don't let down
All on that day

So I run to the river
It was bleedin' I run to the sea
It was bleedin' I run to the sea
It was bleedin' all on that day

So I run to the river it was boilin'
I run to the sea it was boilin'
I run to the sea it was boilin'
All on that day

So I run to the lord
Please help me lord
Don't you see me prayin'
Don't you see me down here prayin'

But the lord said
Go to the devil
The lord said
Go to the devil
He said go to the devil
All on that day

So I ran to the devil
He was waiting
I ran to the devil he was waiting
I ran to the devil he was waiting
All on that day

Oh yeah!

Oh I run to the river
It was boilin' I run to the sea
It was boilin' I run to the sea
It was boilin' all on that day

So I ran to the lord
I said lord hide me
Please hide me
Please help me
All on that day

Said God where were you
When you are old and prayin'

Lord lord hear me prayin'
Lord lord hear me prayin'
Lord lord hear me prayin'
All on that day

Sinnerman you oughta be prayin'
Oughta be prayin sinnerman'
Oughta be prayin all on that day

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Wednesday, April 20, 2005

NINA SIMONE


Friends,
Here is the high priestess of Soul Dr. Nina Simone.
If you are in Germany today, maybe you can pay tribute to her music by going to the show.
Susana Pestana

Tuesday, April 19, 2005


Island of the Dead, 1880
Arnold Böcklin (Swiss, 1827-1901)
Oil on wood; 29 x 48 in. (73.7 x 121.9 cm)
Reisinger Fund, 1926 (26.90)

The first version of five paintings. I was just listening to Rachmaninoff's symphony "The isle of the dead". Absolutely superb.
Susana Pestana




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Sunday, April 17, 2005


Photo taken by Reinhard somewhere in Portugal


Não posso adiar o amor para outro século
não posso
ainda que o grito sufoque na garganta
ainda que o ódio estale e crepite e arda
sob montanhas cinzentas
e montanhas cinzentas

Não posso adiar este abraço
que é uma arma de dois gumes
amor e ódio

Não posso adiar
ainda que a noite pese séculos sobre as costas
e a aurora indecisa demore
não posso adiar para outro século a minha vida
nem o meu amor
nem o meu grito de libertação

Não posso adiar o coração


© 1960, António Ramos Rosa From: Viagem Através de uma NebulosaPublisher: Lisboa, 1960





Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Re-Tornada


Photo taken by "The Wind" Reinhard, somewhere on Portuguese shores.

"RE TORNADA" AG

Voltar ao nada
Voltar sem nada
Voltar com nada
Tornar ao nada
Tornar sem nada
Tornar com nada
Voltar, voltar, tornar,
Re tornada

Susana Pestana


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Sunday, April 10, 2005

Ted Kooser


Here is a poem by Ted Kooser.
Ted Kooser is the poet Laureate of the United Stated this year and he lives near Lincoln, Nebraska

In January

Only one cell in the frozen hive of night is lit,

or so it seems to us: this Vietnamese café, with its oily light, its odors whose colorful shapes are like flowers.
Laughter and talking, the tick of chopsticks.
Beyond the glass, the wintry city creaks like an ancient wooden bridge.
A great wind rushes under all of us.
The bigger the window, the more it trembles.


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Saturday, April 09, 2005


É Noite

É noite. A noite é muito escura. Numa casa a uma grande distância Brilha a luz duma janela. Vejo-a, e sinto-me humano dos pés à cabeça. É curioso que toda a vida do indivíduo que ali mora, e que não sei quem é, Atrai-me só por essa luz vista de longe. Sem dúvida que a vida dele é real e ele tem cara, gestos, família e profissão. Mas agora só me importa a luz da janela dele. Apesar de a luz estar ali por ele a ter acendido, A luz é a realidade imediata para mim. Eu nunca passo para além da realidade imediata. Para além da realidade imediata não há nada. Se eu, de onde estou, só veio aquela luz, Em relação à distância onde estou há só aquela luz. O homem e a família dele são reais do lado de lá da janela. Eu estou do lado de cá, a uma grande distância. A luz apagou-se. Que me importa que o homem continue a existir?
Alberto Caeiro

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não queiras saber.
http://www.huescarock.com/public/forum/uploads/Electro/2005-03-03_222108_Jorge_Drexler_-_Al_otro_lado_del_río_BSO_Diarios_de_Motocicleta.mp3


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