Musica da LURA

You can read more about this wonderful Portuguese/Cabo Verdean singer
http://www.caboverde.com/music/lura-e.htm

Heads made by the Sculptor "Wind"

Little trip to heaven, Tom Waits

(Click on the link above to listening to this sweet song)You must remember Wind. I will post some of your wonderful photos soon. Um beijo para ti e para todos.
Little trip to heaven on the wings of your love
Banana moon is shining in the sky
I feel like I'm in heaven when your with me
I know that I'm in heaven when you smile
Though were stuck here on the ground
I got something that I've found, and it's you

I don't need to take no trip to outer space
All I have to do is look in your face
And before I know it I'm in orbit around you
Thanking my lucky stars that I found you
When I see your constellation, your my inspiration
And it's you

Your my North Star when I'm lost and feeling blue
Your my sun that's breaking through, it's true
And all the other stars seem dim around you
I thank my lucky stars that I found you
When I see your smilin face
I know nothing' gonna take your place
And it's you, and it's you, and it's you,
and it's you, and it's you, and it's you

Stay Away From Me Cos I'm In My Sin...Nina Simone

Again.. Miss Nina Simone. This is a live version I run into the other day."Gin House Blues". Owesome version. ( click on the link above to listening to the song)

Gin House Blues
Stay away from me cos i'm in my sin
Stay away from me everybody cos i'm in my sin
If this joint is raided somebody give my gin
Don't try me nobody cos you will never win
Mm yeah don't try me nobody cos you will never win
I'll fight the army and navy somebody gives me my gin
When i'm feeling high i don't have nothing to do
Oh when i'm feeling high i don't have nothing to do
Just fill me full of good liquor i'll sure be nice to you
Any bootlegger show him a pal of mine any old time
Any bootlegger show him a pal of mine
Cos a good bottle of gin will get it everytime

Lord i don't want no clothes
I don't even want no bed to lay my head
I don't want no clothes
I don't event want no bed to lay my head
I don't want no pork chops and green
Just give me gin instead


Oh oh stay away from me cos i'm in my sin
Oh oh stay away from me yeah everybody cos i'm in my sin
If this joint is raided somebody give me my gin
Somebody give me my gin

Pessoa

"Sobre a nudez forte da verdade o manto diafano da fantasia"

Fernando Pessoa

It's Closing Time

Once again the wise words of the master- Leonard Cohen " It's Closing time". (To listening to the song , you need to click on the title above "It's Closing Time").
It is closing time......
Boa noite
Susana

Ah we're drinking and we're dancing
and the band is really happening
and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high
And my very sweet companion
she's the Angel of Compassion
she's rubbing half the world against her thigh
And every drinker every dancer
lifts a happy face to thank her
the fiddler fiddles something so sublime
all the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
and it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
it's CLOSING TIME
Yeah the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
and it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
it's CLOSING TIME

Ah we're lonely, we're romantic
and the cider's laced with acid
and the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?"
And the moon is swimming naked
and the summer night is fragrant
with a mighty expectation of relief
So we struggle and we stagger
down the snakes and up the ladder
to the tower where the blessed hours chime
and I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
but CLOSING TIME

I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
CLOSING TIME

I loved you for your beauty
but that doesn't make a fool of me:
you were in it for your beauty too
and I loved you for your body
there's a voice that sounds like God to me
declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you
And I loved you when our love was blessed
and I love you now there's nothing left
but sorrow and a sense of overtime
and I missed you since the place got wrecked
And I just don't care what happens next
looks like freedom but it feels like death
it's something in between, I guess
it's CLOSING TIME

Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex
looks like freedom but it feels like death
it's something in between, I guess
it's CLOSING TIME

Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing
but there's nothing really happening
and the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night
And my very close companion
gets me fumbling gets me laughing
she's a hundred but she's wearing
something tight
and I lift my glass to the Awful Truth
which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth
except to say it isn't worth a dime
And the whole damn place goes crazy twice
and it's once for the devil and once for Christ
but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
we're busted in the blinding lights,
busted in the blinding lights
of CLOSING TIME

The whole damn place goes crazy twice
and it's once for the devil and once for Christ
but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
we're busted in the blinding lights,
busted in the blinding lights
of CLOSING TIME

Oh the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
It's CLOSING TIME
And it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops
It's CLOSING TIME
I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
It's CLOSING TIME
The Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
But CLOSING TIME
I loved you when our love was blessed
I love you now there's nothing left
But CLOSING TIME
I miss you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex.

"A sad fix for a minor poet to be in!"

Here is a poem by Fernando Pessoa(Alvaro Campos).
Today, I also have a terrible cold....and I am a minor poet. My psychopathology class does not let me sleep and my body is getting weak. My DSM-IV-TR is a heavy book of mental disorders and on my back. Beautiful stuff, nonetheless. Granted I may lose myself later on when making diagnoses and assessements of real cases.
Nina(the dog) is the only one who keeps me straight in the world of the mental disorders. She is a good dog with many friends.
I will drink water and take care of this cold.
Ate amanha
Susana

Today have a terrible cold.
And everyone knows how terrible colds
Change the whole structure of the universe,
Making us sore at life,
Making us sneeze till we get metaphysical.
My day is wasted, full of blowing my nose,
My head aches vaguely.
A sad fix for a minor poet to be in!
Today I'm really a minor poet.
Whatever I was before was only wishful, and that's gone.
Fairy queen, good-bye, good-bye forever!
Your wings were sunbeams, and my feet are clay.
I'll never be well if I don't stretch out in bed.
I never was well unless if was stretched out across the
universe.
excuses un peu... What a terrible physical cold!
I need some truth and aspirin.
(1931)
Alvaro de Campos Poetry from �Poems of Fernando Pessoa�

(Wading Through) The Waters Of My Time

Hello friends,
I know it is been sometime since you last heard from me. I've been occupy with matters of great importance. Here is a SUPERB cd.You all have to buy it. The name of this guy like I mentioned before is Richard Hawley and the cd its called is "Coles Corner". Let me post a sample of one of the songs called "(Wading Through) The Waters Of My Time". You can click on the link above and listen to the song. He reminds me of another famous singer..can you tell me who?
This song is different from the rest of the songs in the cd but his voice and all of the other songs are great.

Beijos
Susana


(Wading Through) The Waters Of My Time
Don't look for me in fields of clover
I won't be there I won't get older
I must wait here holed up in my time
Don't search for me in fields of green
I'm not there I won't be seen
I'm wading through the waters of my time
I'm wading through the waters of my time
Don't look for me in lands of gold
I won't be there I won't get old
I'll hover like a frozen bird in time
Don't reach for me the stars are cold
My race is run my stories told
I'm wading through the waters of my time
Don't search for me in lands of gold
I won't be there I can't get old
Don't hope for me the stars have died
I've slipped into the past
Cos I'm wading through the waters of my time
Yes I'm wading through the waters of my time
Don't search for me in lands of gold
I won't be there I can't get old
Don't hope for me the stars have died
I've slipped into the past
Cos I'm wading through the waters of my time
Yes I'm wading through the waters of my time
mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm
Yes I'm wading through the waters of my time.

Richard Hawley- The Ocean

Wind-Thanks for showing me----the way to the Ocean- soon..


Here is also a review of the song and great album by Richard Hawley. Click on the link above that says "richard Hwley-The ocean"
Susana


"He may not be posh but Richard Hawley can be grand. The first single from forthcoming album Coles Corner is a rather splendid piece of lush romanticism. The five-minute-plus album version has been cut down for single duty, and given a crashing intro instead of the gentle, gradual build of the former.

But the body remains a lovely vehicle for Richard Hawley's velvety voice, part growl, part croon. "You lead me down by the ocean / the world is fine by the ocean / you know this time's for real / it helps the heart to heal..." And this being a love song (and apparently an autobiographical one at that), there's not much doubt what the pair are getting up to down by the ocean, even without the climax - orchestral and presumably otherwise as well - of "Here comes the wave..."

Other songs on Coles Corner may prove more interesting in the long run, but The Ocean - and the move to Mute - will serve well to introduce a new audience to Hawley's relaxed, retro classic sound. The 7" version includes Kelham Island, an orchestral track highlighting the lap steel and Hawaiian guitar sounds of so many of Hawley's songs. "



- Helen Wright

Porque amo futebol....PORTUGAL

Photo of Nuno Gomez. After scoring the goal that put Portugal in the World Cup. It will be in Germany, this summer 2006.

The road trip with Miss Nina ( the dog) was very good. Saw along the way some coyotes, and deer. It was nice to be close to nature and in the middle of nowhere. It is a always a good sign that you are far away from civilization, when cell phones do not workIt was a goodtrip for the soul.

Portugal national team qualify for the world cup.(soccer).Angola also qualify for the first time. Life is good, when my two countries qualify for the world cup.


The only disappointment was:
My team -the New York Yankees, lost. It is was a sad night. After watching their last games and still had hopes.

Fisherman's Blue-Waterboys

Fishermen's blue- Waterboys.
One of the greated albuns every made- Here is song about finding...one of my favorities songs ever.


(Check the link above to listening to the song)
Miss Nina Simone( The dog) and I are taking a long road trip and will return Monday. I will leave this city like the fisherman's blue-and leave you with this great song.-fisherman's Blue
Um besito
Susana and Mizz Nina.


Artist: The Waterboys
LyricsSong: Fisherman's Blues Lyrics

I wish I was a fisherman
tumblin'on the seas
far away from dry land
and
it's bitter memories
castin' out my sweet line
with abandonment and love
no ceiling bearin' down on me
save the starry sky above
with light in my head
with you in my arms...

i wish i was the brakeman
on a hurtlin fevered train
crashin head long into the heartland
like a cannon in the rain
with the feelin of the sleepers
and the burnin of the coal
countin the towns flashin by
and a night that's full of soul

with light in my head
with you in my arms...
And I know I will be loosened
from the bonds that hold me fast
and the chains all around me
will fall away at last
and on that grand and fateful day
I will take thee in my hand
I will ride on a train
I will be the fisherman
With light in my head
You in my arms...
Light in my head
You in my arms...
Light in my head
You...With light in my head
You in my arms...

Mariza- FADISTA

(check the link above- "Mariza-FADISTA" to listening to her music and an interview)

Mariza the new Queen of Fado.
MARIZA, Vocalist will be at Isaac Stern AuditoriumFriday, October 7, 2005 at 8:00 PM. The Portuguese sensation Mariza, a fadista in the tradition of the legendary Amalia Rodrigues, makes her Carnegie Hall debut. She will also be in Memphis and other USA cities as well. Check her web site for details.

As the Portuguese say: We have 3 passions in Portugal. All of those 3 passions start with the letter F.
Fado, Food ( including wine) and Futebol ( The real football-Soccer).

Here is a review of one her first cds.

Fado em mim
(World Connections)
This music is elegant, sophisticated and yearning. There's something about the guitars and the cadences of the voice that evoke the mystery and sadness of the ocean. Someone waits at a cafe on the quayside for a lover they know will never return...
Mariza has created a stir in Portugal and internationally this year with this debut album. She's young, looks the part and has a fabulous, keening, lyrical voice. She reinterprets the Portuguese tradition of Fado singing, a form of urban folk music based around cafe society. "Loucura" the opening track and "Que Dues Me Perdoe" feel like they embody the form: sad yet dignified, powerful and dramatic and beautifully sung, with simple accompaniment from portugese classical guitars.
With a voice as intense and potentially as unrelenting as this a little drama can go a long way. But the material here has enough variety to ensure a satisfying programme of many different moods. "Poetas" starts with a brooding arrangement for piano and cello, before the guitars come back and lift the track into uptempo jauntiness. "Terra D'Aqua" is simply a very strong and compelling melody.
"Barco Negro" is just a drum and Mariza's soaring voice and has an unmistakably Celtic feel to it. (Well, I suppose it's only a brief skip across the sea from Portugal to the south coast of Ireland). And there's a "hidden" track at the end, which for once is essential and not time wasting filler: a stark, great version of "Loucura" for just piano and voice.
This is state of the art "world music". Every detail is just right. It's beautifully recorded, with a deluxe sleeve and packaging. Anyone who likes emotional music, dramatically and skillfully expressed should enjoy it.
Reviewer: Nick Reynolds

The News- Jack Johnson

"The News"

A billion people died on the news tonight
But not so many cried at the terrible sight
Well mama said
It's just make believe
You can't believe everything you see
So baby close your eyes to the lullabies
On the news tonight

Who's the one to decide that it would be alright
To put the music behind the news tonight
Well mama said
You can't believe everything you hear
The diagetic world is so unclear
So baby close your ears
On the news tonight
On the news tonight

The unobtrusive tones on the news tonight
And mama said

Why don't the newscasters cry when they read about people who die?
At least they could be decent enough to put just a tear in their eyes
Mama said
It's just make believe
You cant believe everything you see
So baby close your eyes to the lullabies
On the news tonight

e.e.cummings

A poem by e.e.cummings and a photo of Sintra-Portugal ( Um dos lugares mais unico e belo no mundo).


except in you
honour,
my loveliest,
nothing
may move may rest
--you bring

(out of dark the
earth)a
procession of
wonders
huger than prove
our fears

were hopes:the moon
open
for you and close
will shy
wings of because;
each why

of star(afloat
on not
quite less than all
of time)
gives you skilful
his flame

so is your heart
alert,
of languages
there's none
but well she knows;
and can

perfectly speak
(snowflake
and rainbow mind
and soul
november
and april)

who younger than
begin
are,the worlds move
in your
(and rest,my love)
honour

This and That

Here is Link to Sidney Bechet "Summertime" Above -"This and That"



Hello friends,

Today, I should get into real bloging time so called- observations.
Today work was good.

On my mind:

My 50 minutes presentation in how to be a good Feminist Therapist, tomorrow.
Preparation: At Mill ( local and the best coffee house in Lincoln, Nebraska, the rest of all the coffee houses are pure "view", for either those who "like to be something " and for those, who call themselves "folkies".)

My partner in crime:
My colleague(will not reveal name, for confidential purposes), who will be my "sacrifice patient" tomorrow. We did discuss several concepts about my application of the Feminist Theory. In the middle of Empowering, Demystification of traditional Counselor Sessions in its interity, Self-Discloure Application, Gender-Role Analysis, Gender Role Intervention, Power Analysis and Power Intervention and so on and so forth.....We ended drinking wine at a local preferred Pub ( will not reveal the name, for reasons of exclusivity).

Conclusion: results will be interesting tomorrow.


Now that I'm home, I will have another glass of wine. A Portuguese one.

Boa noite
Susana

Gaivota-Amalia Rodrigues

(Aqui vai a rainha do fado(Queen of Fado). Amalia Rodrigues. There are no words to describe this song....only her voice.
( To listing to the song you need to click the highligt link above." Gaivota-Amalia Rodrigues"

Gaivota
Musica: Alain Oulman
Letra: Alexandre O'Neill

Se uma gaivota viesse
trazer-me o ceu de Lisboa
no desenho que fizesse,
nesse ceu onde o olhar
e uma asa que nao voa,
esmorece e cai no mar.

Que perfeito coracao
no meu peito bateria,
meu amor na tua mao,
nessa mao onde cabia
perfeito o meu coracao.

Se um portugues marinheiro,
dos sete mares andarilho,
fosse quem sabe o primeiro
a contar-me o que inventasse,
se um olhar de novo brilho
no meu olhar se enlacasse.

Que perfeito coracao
no meu peito bateria,
meu amor na tua mao,
nessa mao onde cabia
perfeito o meu coracao.

Se ao dizer adeus a vida
as aves todas do ceu,
me dessem na despedida
o teu olhar derradeiro,
esse olhar que era seu teu,
amor que foste o primeiro.

Que perfeito coracao
no meu peito morreria,
meu amor na tua mao,
nessa mao onde perfeito
bateu o meu coracao.

Ain't Got No Home

Very early one summer morning, Clarence Henry was performing on the bandstand and improvised his way into the basic riff behind "Ain't Got No Home". The crowd responded favorably, so he developed it further. Soon, Chess Records A&R was hustling Henry into Cosimo Matassa's studio in September of 1956 to record. Local DJ Poppa Stoppa laid the "Frogman" handle on the youngster when he spun the catchy 45 and it stuck.

Manu Chao. Mentira..

Mentira...Manu Chao
Here is a song by Manu Chao. Yesterday, a friend of mine from Peru, gave me this cd...And I've not stop listening to Manu Chao since then. Manu's songs are very political and at times not. This song it is called "mentira"-Lie. It is about lies that people tell to themselves and others. Messed up world we live in, isn't it? ... But one of the greatest lies and injustice ever done in this world, was the negation/refused to signed the Kyoto protocol. This song it is called "lie" and CD it is called Clandestino. By the end of the song a lot singers from Brazil and other countries make a statement about this injustice.
You can listining to the song by clicking in the title "mentira"

"Manu Chao was born in Paris in 1961 to a Galician father and a Basque mother. As he himself says, if in his home there had been a football, now he would be playing soccer, but there was a guitar, instead...as well as many refugees : intellectuals, singers, composers, painters...all fleeing south American dictatorships. Those were frequent visitors to his father, Ram�n.

Joint de Culasse, Hot Pants, Los Carayos, are the first bands formed by Manu, with which he began to mark his present in the Parisian scene. The real music earthquake, however, was undoubtedly the Mano Negra, whose contribution to multicultural and fiesta music has left indelible marks and influenced a huge numbers of bands that came later.After the break-up of Mano Negra during their Colombian adventure, Manu created Radio Bemba: more of a group of friends than a collectivity of musicians. They settled into a building (occupying one floor) of the Gran Via in Madrid. The "community" initiative did not work out all that well, so Manu decided to leave Europe and begin a long pilgrimage through Africa and Latin America, taking along a recording studio that would fit in his rucksack. Such trips (his interviews with Eduardo Galeano in the Brazilian NortheasT impressed him so much that he considered publishing a book with Zona de Obras) allowed him to collect fragments of sounds, cultures and diverse impressions which he brought together in his first solo work: Clandestino. Recorded with the collaboration of many friends, this intimate record was conceived as a compilation of life snapshots not meant for a larger public. Its more than two million copies sold without any sort of promotion were to prove the contrary. Melancholy rhythms, love poetry and melodies that lure the hearer into dance follow each other without pause in this unique album, which rose unexpectedly to a place of utmost importance in the musical panorama.But this was not enough for Manu.Now based in Barcelona, he brought together new (Caravanne des Quartier) and old (Mano Negra) friends and soon Radio Bemba began to rehearse, going out into the streets again. It was probably during the "Feira das Mentiras" a huge fiesta organized in his paternal Galicia during the France World Cup that he recovered the desire to come back to the scene "with all his heart".With two tours through Lost America and a larger number of unofficial than of official concerts, Manu turned a quiet-sounding album into a gigantic fiesta , mixing Mano Negra songs loved by the public with reminiscences from Los Carayos, adaptations of merengue classics and many new tunes with a constant message of optimism and hope delivered with incredible energy on stage."

Susana

Miguel de Unamuno

EN HORAS DE INSOMNIO
(Cuatro sonetos)
I
Me voy de aqui, no quiero mas oirme;
de mi voz toda voz suename a eco,
ya falta asi de confesor, si peco
se me escapa el poder arrepentirme.
No hallo fuera de mi en que me afirme
nada de humano y me resulto hueco;
si esta carcel por otra al fin no trueco
en mi vacio acabare de hundirme.
Oh triste soledad, la del engano
de creerse en humana compania
moviendose entre espejos, ermitano.
He ido muriendo hasta llegar al dia
en que espejo de espejos, soyme extrano
a mi mismo y descubro no vivia.
Lunes, 24-IV-1911

Bob Schneider (Metal & Steel)

Another song by Bob Schneider from the the cd Lonelyland. To listining to the song, you will need to click on the link Bob S. ( Metal& Steel).
Susana

Metal & Steel
�1999 shockorama music pub. / lyrics & music by bob Schneider

I am metal I am steel
But I don't mind cause I can't feel a thing
I'm a diamond ring
I'm not flesh & I'm not bone
And I'm not sad & I'm not all alone
I'm a stone
The king is dead and the queen has flown
Left me here in the twilight zone
Lost & looking for a way to get back home
But there's no right & there's no wrong
So I'll be good & I'll be strong
I'll be silver & I'll be gold
Without a heart and without even a soul
I'll be coal
I won't be blood and teeth and skin
& I won't feel this pain I'm in
I'll be tin with no heart within

Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me

You can click on the link of the title to listening to the song. This song must be 15 years old but one of my favorites. Recently rediscover..funny how life is, never really quite got it until some days ago.
Susana


Last night I dreamt
That somebody loved me
No hope, no harm
Just another false alarm

Last night I felt
Real arms around me
No hope, no harm
Just another false alarm

So, tell me how long
Before the last one ?
And tell me how long
Before the right one ?

The story is old - I know
But it goes on
The story is old - I know
But it goes on

Oh, goes on
And on
Oh, goes on
And on


Smiths