Vivaldi: Concierto para Mandolina

Antonio Vivaldi: Concierto para Mandolina, Primer movimiento.

Peter, Paul & Mary: Hangman

Hangman
Peter, Paul & Mary

Slack your rope hangman, slack it for a while
I think I see my father comin' ridin' many a mile
Father have you brought me hope or have you paid my fee
Or have you come to see me hangin' from the gallows tree?

I have not brought you hope, I have not paid your fee
Yes I have come to see you hangin' from the gallows tree.

Slack your rope hangman, slack it for a while
I think I see my mother comin' ridin' many a mile
Mother have you brought me hope or have you paid my fee
Or have you come to see me hangin' from the gallows tree?

I have not brought you hope, I have not paid your fee
Yes I have come to see you hangin' from the gallows tree.

Slack your rope hangman, slack it for a while
I think I see my brother comin' ridin' many a mile
Brother have you brought me hope or have you paid my fee
Or have you come to see me hangin' from the gallows tree?

I have not brought you hope, I have not paid your fee
Yes I have come to see you hangin' from the gallows tree.

Slack your rope hangman, slack it for a while
I think I see my true love comin' riding' many a mile
True love have you brought me hope or have you paid my fee
Or have you come to see me hangin' from the gallows tree?

Yes I have brought you hope, yes I have paid your fee
For I've not come to see you hangin' from the gallows tree.

Dedico esta canción a mi sobrina Teresa.

Joaquín Sabina: Noche de bodas

Noche de bodas
Joaquín Sabina

Que el maquillaje no apague tu risa,
que el equipaje no lastre tus alas,
que el calendario no venga con prisas,
que el diccionario detenga las balas,

Que las persianas corrijan la aurora,
que gane el quiero la guerra del puedo,
que los que esperan no cuenten las horas,
que los que matan se mueran de miedo.

Que el fin del mundo te pille bailando,
que el escenario me tiña las canas,
que nunca sepas ni cómo, ni cuándo,
ni ciento volando, ni ayer ni mañana.

Que el corazón no se pase de moda,
que los otoños te doren la piel,
que cada noche sea noche de bodas,
que no se ponga la luna de miel.

Que todas las noches sean noches de boda,
que todas las lunas sean lunas de miel.

Que las verdades no tengan complejos,
que las mentiras parezcan mentira,
que no te den la razón los espejos,
que te aproveche mirar lo que miras.

Que no se ocupe de tí el desamparo,
que cada cena sea tu última cena,
que ser valiente no salga tan caro,
que ser cobarde no valga la pena.

Que no te compren por menos de nada,
que no te vendan amor sin espinas,
que no te duerman con cuentos de hadas,
que no te cierren el bar de la esquina.

Que el corazón no se pase de moda,
que los otoños te doren la piel,
que cada noche sea noche de bodas,
que no se ponga la luna de miel.

Que todas las noches sean noches de boda,
que todas las lunas sean lunas de miel.

¡Muchas gracias, Leo!

Edmund Tarbell: La Violinista

La violinista (1890), de Edmund Tarbell.

Violin Romance, Beethoven

Dorothea Lange: Crossroads

Crossroads, Boundary County, Idaho (1939), de Dorothea Lange.


Crossroad Blues, de Robert Johnson.

Lilas II

Lilas (c. 1880), Mary Cassatt.

Sergei Rachmaninov: Lilas, Op. 21/5. Interpretado por Yevgeny Kissin.

Y más lilas aquí.

Joan Baez: Go away from my window

Ventana en Essaouira. Fotografía: Lucía Hernández Coderch

Go away from my window
(Canción tradicional norteamericana interpretada por Joan Baez)

Go away from my window
Go away from my door
Go away way way from my bedside
And bother me no more
And bother me no more

I’ll go tell all my brothers
Tell all my sisters too
The reason why my heart is broke
Is on account of you
Is on account of you

I’ll give you back your letters
I'll give you back your ring
But I'll never forget my own true love
As long as song birds sing
As long as song birds sing

Go away from my window
Go away from my door
Go away way way from my bedside
And bother me no more
And bother me no more

I feel like going home

¡Cómo me gusta esa guitarra!

Monday Monday

Monday Monday
The Mamas & The Papas

Monday, Monday, so good to me
Monday mornin', it was all I hoped it would be
Oh Monday mornin', Monday mornin' couldn't guarantee
That Monday evenin' you would still be here with me

Monday, Monday, can't trust that day
Monday, Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way
Oh Monday mornin' you gave me no warnin' of what was to be
Oh Monday, Monday, how could you leave and not take me

Every other day, every other day
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
You can find me cryin' all of the time

Monday, Monday, so good to me
Monday mornin', it was all I hoped it would be
But Monday mornin', Monday mornin' couldn't guarantee
That Monday evenin' you would still be here with me

Every other day, every other day
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah (yeah)
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
You can find me cryin' all of the time

Monday, Monday, can't trust that day
Monday, Monday, it just turns out that way
Oh Monday, Monday, won't go away
Monday, Monday, it's here to stay
Oh Monday, Monday
Oh Monday, Monday

Crying

Puesta de sol (1918), Félix Vallotton


Crying - Roy Orbison

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Volare

Gaviota. Fotografía: Lucía Hernández Coderch


Volare, de Domenico Modugno

Volare oh, oh
cantare oh, oh, oh
nel blu dipinto di blu
felice di stare lassù...

Katie Melua: Just Like Heaven

Just Like Heaven
(The Cure)
Interpretada por: Katie Melua

Show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream he said
The one that makes me laugh he said
And threw his arms around my neck
Show me how you do it
And I promise you I promise that
I'll run away with you
I'll run away with you

Spinning on that dizzy edge
I kissed his face and I kissed his head
And dreamed of all the different ways I had
To make him glow
Why are you so far away? he said
Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you
That I'm in love with you

You, soft and only
You, lost and lonely
You, strange as angels
Dancing in the deepest oceans
Twisting in the water
You're just like a dream
You're just like a dream

Daylight licked me into shape
I must have been asleep for days
And moving lips to breathe his name
I opened up my eyes
And found myself alone alone
Alone above a raging sea
That stole the only boy I loved
And drowned him deep inside of me

You, soft and only
You, lost and lonely
You, just like heaven

You, soft and only
You, lost and lonely
You, just like heaven


Fotografía de Andreas Terslaak.

Os dejo en buena compañía

La orquesta, de Raoul Dufy.

Concierto para violin nº 3 en sol mayor, K. 216, de W.A. Mozart

Estaré un par de días fuera de Barcelona. No sé si me podré conectar.

Margarita de los prados 4

Margarita silvestre, Bellorita (Bellis sylvestris). Fotografías: Elvira Coderch

Me acabo de acordar de esta canción, Daisy Bell:

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do, I'm half crazy all for the love of you. It won't be a stylish marriage - I can't afford a carriage, But you'd look sweet upon the seat Of a bicycle built for two. Las fotos que hizo Ofelia están aquí. ¡Os las recomiendo!

The Who: Pinball Wizard

Pinball Wizard
(Pete Townshend)
The Who

Ever since I was a young boy
I've played the silver ball
From Soho down to Brighton
I must have played them all
But I ain't seen nothing like him
In any amusement hall
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball

He stands like a statue
Becomes part of the machine
Feeling all the bumpers
Always playing clean
He plays by intuition
The digit counters fall
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball

He's a pinball wizard
There has to be a twist
A pinball wizard
He's got such a supple wrist

How do you think he does it?
(I don't know)
What makes him so good?

He ain't got no distractions
Can't hear no buzzers and bells
Don't see no lights a flashin'
Plays by sense of smell
Always has the replay
Never seen him fall
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball

I thought I was
Just the Bally table king
But I just handed
My pinball crown to him

Even on my favourite table
He can beat my best
His disciples lead him in
And he just does the rest
He's got crazy flipper fingers
Never seen him fall
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball

Dorothea Lange: No end in sight

No end in sight (1939). Fotografía de Dorothea Lange


City of New Orleans - Johnny Cash

Noche de jazz

Jazz à St. Germain des Prés, Chez Inés (1949). Fotografía de Robert Doisneau


It don't mean a thing - Ella Fitzgerald & Duke Ellington

Ella Fitzgerald, Duke Ellington, Benny Goodman, New York, 1948. Fotografía de Herman Leonard

Ella Fitzgerald con Duke Ellington

Mr. Tambourine Man

Mr. Tambourine Man
Bob Dylan 1965

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy
and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning
I'll come followin' you.

Though I know that evenin's empire
has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand
but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me,
I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's
too dead for dreaming.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man..

Take me on a trip
upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped,
my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step,
wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade,
cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man...

Though you might hear laughin',
spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone,
it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are
no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces
of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time,
it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind,
it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man...

Then take me disappearin'
through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time,
far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees,
out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of
crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath
the diamond sky
with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea,
circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven
deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today
until tomorrow.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man...


Y aquí la versión de The Byrds, que fue número 1 en USA:

Russell Lee: American Shepherd

Pastor con su caballo y su perro en Gravelly Range Madison County, Montana, Agosto 1942. Fotografía de Russell Lee.


Country boy - Alan Jackson

Joe Cocker: You can leave your hat on

You can leave your hat on
(Randy Newman)
Interpretada por: Joe Cocker

Baby take off your coat
Real slow
Take off your shoes
I'll take off your shoes
Baby take off your dress
Yes, yes, yes

You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on

Go over there, turn on the light
Hey, all the lights
Come over here, stand on that chair
Yeah, that's right
Raise your arms up in the air
Now shake 'em
You give me reason to live
You give me reason to live
You give me reason to live
You give me reason to live

Sweet darling, (you can leave your hat on)
You can leave your hat on
Baby, (you can leave your hat on)
You can leave your hat on
(You can leave your hat on)
(You can leave your hat on)

Suspicious minds are talkin'
They're tryin' to tear us apart
They don't believe in this love of mine
They don't know what love is

They don't know what love is
They don't know what love is
They don't know what love is
Yeah, I know what love is

There ain't no way
(You can leave your hat on)
You can leave your hat on
(You can leave your hat on)
Give me the reason to live
(You can leave your hat on)
You can leave your hat on